#i'll think more on that later but for now I NEED THEM TO MAKE OUT SLOPPY STYLE

[moodymisty]

Hi!! Big fan of your works!! I am so giddy for the requests open and it took me a while to decide who I was the most thirsty for and, with no surprise too, Sanguinius and Leman are the two I just couldn't decide for so I'll let your wisdom make the choice (I just love them all giggling kicking twirling my hair).

I just like to imagine either Primarch coming back from a long campaing and very eager to see again their wifey only to be slapped in the face by the image of them being VERY pregnant, swollen all over the right places. Suddenly something very feral tackles their brain and while a baby is an amazing surprise, they are EAGER to try and show their appreciation by eating their spouse out like some sort of marathon competition.

My guy be STARVING <333

Author's note: This just felt Russ coded to me Relationships: Leman Russ/Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW, Oral (female receiving) Pregnancy tokophobia warning, Slightly rough

Normally Russ is sometimes keen to take you along with him on his crusades; Let his lady enjoy the sights of the Hrafnkel and the planets they encounter. He knows his sons will keep you safe.

Women are like wolves; They don't enjoy being penned up their entire lives.

This time however the day of departure you suddenly feel poorly; A sudden bout of nausea and fatigue that left you struggling to keep up with him. It wasn't bad, you insisted, but the idea of boarding the ship in such a foul state wasn't entertained. Russ agreed, and left you with a myriad of gruff words and a warm embrace in the cocoon of pelts that adorned your shared bed.

The rest of that day you'd largely slept, serfs knocking every few hours to check on you- if you required anything of them.

You asked for food and a bath; The next few days proceeded relatively similarly. The Wolves didn't see much of their legion mother for a bit, and knew largely by recaps from serfs they pestered and the whining of a Fenrisian wolf whenever there was a locked door between it and you.

With Russ deep in the reaches of unknown space however, there was no way to tell him that a few weeks later, you were able to find an answer to your seemingly random state.

The older female serfs were quite eager to make you clothes as the news began to spread, and it was quite needed; Your belly grew at such a rate that new clothes were being run through at an insane rate, unless they were made with a rapidly expanding belly in mind. Within a few months it was beginning to wreck havoc on your back, and you were more so waddling than walking.

You still had three or so months left of your pregnancy roughly, but it's unsurprising that a child of Russ has turned out to be quite large. Perhaps a bit amusing that in the throws of things abit embarrassing to think about, you forgot the man was double your size, and naturally so; Unlike his sons boasting altered anatomy post birth.

You're now large enough that getting out of bed is even a struggle at times, trying to slowly scoot yourself off the primarch sized bed. The blankets tangle around you as you try to move as fast as you can; The Hrafnkel has finally moored and Russ has returned, you're eager to see him. As well as to show him his child, which he doesn't even know the existence of.

However it seems your excessive sleeping and slow maneuvering means that Russ was able to beat you to the punch, as the door to your most private bedchambers opens and you hear his booming voice as he looks around for you.

"Ah! I'm back! You're-"

You freeze in the halfway point of getting out of bed, and within moments, Russ' eyes focus on the massive swell of your overfilled belly.

"Leman! I..."

You purse your lips as he takes a step closer, eyes locked on your midsection.

"I found out a few weeks after you left."

His expression is unreadable, even as he approaches. A momentary flash of fear rushes through your blood before you're grabbed, and you're unable to hold back the instinctive yelp of prey.

Your belly makes it harder for him to push your legs back like he used to, but he manages it; You leaning on your forearms helps some.

"You taste better than you ever have,"

Your skin is probably hot and scraped by now, but the burn only feels good as his tongue laps at your core. His nose rubs against your clit, and each time your body clenches around nothing you let out the most pitiful whine.

Russ growls against you, his rough beard scratching your skin. He only bothers to cut it when it begins to get too long, keeping it at that stage of rough stubble just about to become a full beard. His braided hair brushes against your skin and almost tickles. He's a bit unkempt after his long crusade, but that's far from anything on your mind.

But even with it all you still feel so empty, and that distinct ache only intensifies as the knot in your stomach tightens to a peak. You finish not longer after, with his tongue against your clit and his nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. He continues to tease you through it, still lapping at your core even as you gasp for air and thrash. He only stops when you begin to writhe even more, and he pulls his face away enough that you can see it all.

You hadn't realized just how much you missed this; Missed him. How he was able to make you feel in comparison to yourself. He could pull any manner of whine and plea from you, with seemingly little effort. And he seemed to enjoy it all the more. The pride he gets from turning you into little more than a pile of pleas and promises is obnoxious, but his confidence and skill is concerning enthralling. Had someone explained his attitude to you, you would've ran far away, but something about him kept you hypnotized.

Your own juices mixed with his spit coat the bottom part of his face, over his lips and into his beard. It's slick across your own thighs as well, and glistens in the dim light with each loud and sloppy sound. He attacks you with the roughness and uncoordination of a ravenous beast but you couldn't care less; That was just how Russ was.

"Quite the surprise you've given me, hmm?"

He chuckles with a knowing smile that highlights his teeth. Your warm face struggles to hide any emotion. Your face and hair feel like a mess, your skin is layered in the slightest sheen of sweat. Your heart pounds against your chest and you know he can hear it, as you stare into his blown out pupils. You briefly feel like a cornered hare.

"I only found out once you were well out of the realm of any communication. If i could have I would've-"

Russ chuckles louder.

"I think I prefer coming back to the sight of you round and ready to pop, actually." His hands still maintain the grip on your thighs, and your heart is still racing.

"Maybe next time will be the same."

[asterafroditis]

hey so how do you think Riddle and Azul would deal with a crush who’s a helpful hard worker, if they in project together, crush works well with them and they get good grades, but they have no long term goals and ambitions and zones out a lot. Azul and Riddle, the most ambitious ones ever, are just like “She has no ambitious aura at all?! Wtf?!” And crush is just like

𐔌 . ⋮ no ambitions?! .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆ Riddle & Azul x gn! reader (separate)

𓏵 722 words

ᝰ.ᐟ headcanons, no pronouns used, fluff

Had lots of fun writing this out! can definitely relate to reader on some levels _(:3 」∠)_ feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

Riddle had initially been thrilled to be paired with you for the history project.

You were competent, diligent, and respected deadlines — a rare combination at NRC. Working alongside you was... pleasant, even calming, a sharp contrast to the usual chaos of Heartslabyul.

You would share notes, summarize chapters neatly, and double-check the requirements without him even needing to prompt you. Riddle found himself looking forward to study sessions, mind buzzing not just with textbooks, but the warm thought of how well you worked together.

“They’re so dependable. Such good habits... maybe—maybe I should invite them for tea next time.”

But it wasn’t long before he noticed something... odd.

During a break, while sipping tea he had insisted on brewing properly (“Sloppily made tea reflects a sloppy mind,” he said sternly), he asked in casual conversation, "So. What field do you intend to specialize in after graduation?"

You blinked at him, head tilting in that innocent, peaceful way you did.

"Hm? I dunno. Haven't really thought about it," you said, chewing on a cookie thoughtfully. "I'll figure it out later, maybe."

Riddle stared at you like you had sprouted horns.

"Y-you haven't thought about it?!"

You smiled serenely, resting your chin on your palm.

"Nope. As long as I'm doing okay right now, it's fine."

Riddle nearly dropped his teacup.

“No long-term plan? No ambitions? No charted career path?!”

He tried to cover his shock with a polite cough.

"Ahem. W-well, it is critical to set objectives and milestones to ensure steady personal growth," he said, words tumbling over each other. "I would be happy to assist you in making a detailed five-year plan—"

You just gave him that sweet, blissfully vacant smile. "Maybe someday! Thanks though, Riddle!"

Riddle sat stiffly in his chair, clutching his teacup as a vein throbbed in his temple.

“They're so efficient now, but they're... they're drifting like an unmoored boat! A brilliant, hardworking boat with no rudder! How is this happening?!”

He spent the rest of the project trying very, very hard not to think about how he found your aimless serenity oddly... endearing. Infuriating. But endearing.

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Azul knew right away he was lucky when you were assigned as his partner for the class project.

You were attentive, methodical, and didn’t slack off — the dream partner. He thought to himself, “If only more students had such discipline, Mostro Lounge’s financial reports wouldn’t give me migraines...”

You even handled the trickier parts of the research without complaint. Azul was impressed.

“Efficient. Cooperative. Excellent work ethic. Perfect for building an empire together... Wait. No. Focus, Azul.”

He started to entertain the notion that you might be someone he could genuinely trust—a terrifying but strangely exciting thought.

So during a quieter moment at the Lounge after polishing up your project proposal, he asked, casual but calculating:

"And... what are your future plans? You strike me as someone who could achieve quite a lot if you applied yourself."

You twirled a straw idly in your drink, legs swinging lightly under the table.

"Future plans? Hm... Nah. I’m just kinda going along. I’ll figure something out when I have to."

Azul's smile froze for a fraction of a second.

"You... don't have a strategy? Or even a preliminary outline of your goals?"

You smiled brightly.

"Nope!"

Inside, Azul shrieked.

On the outside, he adjusted his glasses, masking the horror behind a tight, businesslike smile.

"I... see. How... refreshingly spontaneous."

But in his mind, it was chaos.

“No ambition?! No hustle?! No grand designs for success and power?! How can someone so competent lack the drive to leverage it?!”

Every fiber of his being itched to offer you a job at Mostro Lounge, start you on a 12-year plan, sign you up for five internships, and drag you bodily toward greatness.

But you just smiled and went back to doodling something random on the margins of your paper like you hadn’t just shattered his worldview.

Still... as much as it made his head spin, Azul couldn't deny it was... weirdly comforting to be around you.

Maybe it was nice, once in a while, to sit across from someone who didn’t constantly scheme and scramble. Someone content with now.

It drove him insane.

But he kept finding excuses to study with you anyway.

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[spoilers below cut]

Well, it looks like I got it right. It was a silly episode, though nothing related to the teaser we got. That's a shame. I suppose it's just to hype us up for the future. Either way, let's see what this is about!

(the following is my live reaction:)

shoes, huh? ......spaghetwhat now?

oof, yeah man you're gonna need a new pair

ooh damn. well, it is Bob after all. ofc he would say that 😌↕️

nah it's still bullshit, idc what anyone says

why, this doesn't look suspicious at all. a mirror shop conviently placed here on an alleyway

"🤨?" what? I gotta be on high alert every episode! Last time, the Team dropped a callback to IGBP out of nowhere, who knows what they drop on us next

uh, wha? how did.....? I shouldn't be questioning the logic of the SMG4 universe, this isn't what's surprising. It's a fact that mirrors were also used in WOTFI 2025 hmmmm

(you guys are gonna have to drag me away from this scene or I'll start thinking too hard on this)

c'mon dude, there's no need to prove yourself of anything

oh hey Swag! how's Chris— *record scratch* ......i'm sorry wha?

😦

RADIATION?

oh i did not like the realistic mouth ADKL;JK

wait hold up! enhance... ENHANCE....

....is that who I think it is? there's no way, right?

IS THAT STEVE? omg HI it's been so long

FM?! it's really you? omg ^^ it's been.... oh wow, it has been years, hasn't it? anyway damn, it's been SO long

like I know FM and X aren't gonna come back but it is heartwarming to see them again after a few years. We mostly seen Cube walking around

she was a fairy 🧚✨

see? I told yall Mario would totally be a disney princess (that crowd's just being a much of haters)

I ain't trusting that, hell no

AY back to the clubhouse!

Oh, Depresso, I didn't expect you to come back from Karen's arc

....😶 "what?" well, I was gonna say that I hated that heavy breathing like. Mario, what the hell did you do? But for some reason, this starting to remind me of something. I'll talk about it later if this is going where I think is going

ofc the meme guardians would be the ones who enjoy this lol

well, 4 would be the one doing the redesigns. this tho.....

and now Swag's glowing green smh, told yall I don't trust it

Well, it was mostly 3 that made fun of you, Mario, but that's bc it's 3 we're talking about. I suppose from how you feel, you might remember it things differently

MORE?!

Mario, telling you rn, it ain't worth it

yeah, I knew Swag was gonna say "CHUG"

😨 oh i don't like that..... I think my hunch may be correct

(also don't

what is up with his hand? he destroyed a nokia, and yall know those are practically indestructible

guys, i don't like this

😨😨😨

MIYAMOTO NOOO

the cutaway from that fight scene tho LMAO

JAMES?!

why did I have a feeling 3 would like this new look? lol (it actually makes me think)

killer fish from san diego.... (FISH MENTION?!)

well, 4, what else did you expect? This seems like a normal SMG4 plot honesty, it just feels.... a bit strange if that's how I would describe it

*points at 3* Can we talk about the fit tho? the puzzles hoodie and the silly pants..... that's a Fit (with a capital F) if I ever seen one 😎

perhaps one day we get James to do a 3 cosplay like Luke did? maybe???

and that's a fire bound to happen

....omg, Bob? Was this from the explosion?

it'll never be enough, right? but also this is Bob, he's got a whole set of standards

oh yea, this is VERY similar to the thing I'm going to talk about

Mario: "I WILL be pretty" :( aw but you were

EXACTLY, you really did have a point from the start

TIME TO SHUT THIS DOWN

Do the thing, Mario! YEAH

It's bad enough as it is that people were already mad about the switch 2 (and by extension the new mario kart) would be expensive

Well, at least Miyamoto listened

Wow, 3 was really happy with this new form until he was changed back. huh.

Look, I know it's supposed to be funny and all, but something's telling me it goes deeper than that. And I'm gonna talk about it OBVIOUSLY. You are talking to a theorist here, ofc I would overanalyze stuff

At least, things are back to normal

and THERE! Right there is all I need, thanks Team!

Such a tease to have the cafe right there and Swag coming out of it, but we don't get to be in it (*head in hands* /lh) one day tho....

*explodes* <- that is probably the second episode in a row that ended with an explosion

Congrats to Michelle940607 for your art being featured in the end credits! 🎉 seriously some of the art I've seen from you guy look like they belong in a museum omg

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

This certainly was an episode and I'm not quite sure what to think of it /gen. It did start off and very similar to a classic SMG4 plot, I noticed we got a lot more of Mario's 64 version in this one. But for some reason I can't point my finger on it, hmm.

I'll be real, it did feel a bit uncomfortable of the whole "true beauty" thing and all that jazz, but it was a nice message at the end with Mario accepting himself. As someone who has dealt with self-image issues before, it hits closer to home more than anything. The good thing is that we got our silly goofball back.

"So, what's the big deal about your hunch?" Well, I'm glad you asked, chat. For most of the episode, I couldn't shake this feeling of familiarity until I remembered what it was when Mario transformed the second time.

You see, there is a body-horror film called "The Substance". I do wanna warn that there is a bunch of gore and things that make want to look away, I know not all of you have the stomach to look it up so I might as well warn you now. It's also the whole point of the film to make you feel uncomfortable and unsettled, perhaps even grossed out. Basically, the film brings up the topic of perfection and societal beauty standards, more specifically in Hollywood. Truly, the victim of the film is an older actress desperately wanting to bring her perfect self while at the same time hating herself for how she looks now, despite being beautiful anyway. She took a serum (that was a radioactive-green color) and it worked, only later to abuse it bc of the perfection mindset Hollywood put on her.

Perfectionism, it really leads someone to their downfall....

There's a reason I brought this film up. Throughout the whole episode, it felt off. Sure, I was uncomfortable about "fixing" one's self image, but there was another thing. The close-up to Swag's realistic mouth, the mirror. The radiation given to Mario, the heavy breathing and distortion of his body. Hell, even the way Mario feel against the table and knocked the book off from it. This is practically a PG-13 version of the film, except y'know with Mario and in the SMG4 universe. Heh, and wouldn't you know it, pink being used in the two medias to represent perfection. (you're gonna have to trust me on this for those who don't know)

Now, can we talk about 3? We GOTTA talk about 3.

On hindsight, it's part of the joke that someone would like their new look and get sad when everything turns back to normal, which in this case was 3. And it indeed caught me so off-guard to see James just there, it did get a laugh out of me. BUT if you put this context of the film in mind, this bit adds on to the topic of 3's insecurities. He already feels like the "worst version of 4" and still getting used to having friends. Then, to have this radioactive solution that supposedly makes you look perfect and become "true beauty" on him, 3 looks really happy about it. Sure, he goes on to say how he's handsome and is "The Rizzler", but that might be him trying to put up a front of his own self-image to others. And maybe to himself. Ofc everything reverts back to the way it was and 3 is upset about it. Back to being the "worst version of 4". Not to mention 3 wearing a Puzzles hoodie, y'know the one always in pursuit for perfection.

The more you think about, it really is sad.

Speaking of 4, he was the completely opposite. 4 was the first one to ask Mario what the hell did he do to them and was dumbfounded to know the reason why, for shoes. Until the very end, you can see 4 being unhappy until he's back to his old silly self. He didn't want this "perfection". Now, this is not me trying to connect it to goop!4, really I'm not. But it is just interesting that 4 didn't accept the unexpected "perfection" and rejected it.

Maybe I'm looking too much into thing and likely that the Team didn't plan all this, but these are my thoughts. Personally, it was an ok episode, all things considered, but I know some people aren't happy about it which that's fair. I just hope some people *cough cough* reddit *cough* don't take things too far and start blaming our new writer. We're just getting started and I did get a catch on some of their work, so I can put in a good word. Please do give them a chance, looking at you reddit. Not all episodes are going to be heavy-hitters and that's okay. There's always another week.

It's valid if you don't like the episode or you're unsure what to feel, just don't go looking for someone/something to blame on. Perhaps it's me being too optimistic, who can say? Besides, I know the Team's cooking, I got a hunch

I still can't believe Evan from the Team actually followed me omg

Anyway, it is an interesting direction the Team went with this episode and I do hope we get more of 3's inner turmoil of being "4's worst copy" like the "Trash Friends" episode. Oh, and they follow-up on the Puzzles and WPNZ teaser somehow, a prison escape perhaps?? Who knows!

As for all of you, if you are dealing with self-image/body issues, just know that you're a wonderful person inside and out. It might not feel like it bc we're talking behind a screen, but seriously you don't have to change to be loved. You already are, and very much friend-shaped to give you a virtual hug 🫂💙 If you want, talk to somebody about it and try to handle it in a healthy and respectful way to yourself. For example, instead of the usual black hoodies I wore in high school, I dress and doll myself up with some nice and comfy clothes. Even if I'm not going out, I still do it and that helped me rebuild some confidence in myself. You can always do what you can for yourself, however you can :)

Well, that's all from me folks! I do apologize taking a while to post this out there. Just putting out fires in my production job, y'know the usual. I'll see yall in the next one, and remember: numbers always go first!

...wow, I can't believe we got to see FM after so long. That's wild. I do wonder how Chris is doing tho

[theocddiaries]

Sonic: What's up with Shadow? He's acting super weird. Do you know anything? Rouge: Uh, what don't I know, darling… He's in love. Sonic: Shadow? Rouge: Yeah. But he won't make a move because his someone is interested in someone else. Sonic: That person is stupid. Interested in anyone else when they have Shadow right there. Rouge: You think so? Sonic: Maybe he's a little complicated, but we all have flaws. Plus, Shadow is attentive, caring, and there's nothing more loyal than him. Rouge: Exactly. That's what I tell him, funny enough. [Phone rings and Sonic talks while checking it] Sonic: And when that person finally realizes, it'll be too late. And they'll be stuck knowing what they missed out on. Rouge: Would you mind writing that down by hand and signing it? Sonic [sends a message and pays attention again]: What? Rouge: Nothing. Just me and my little habit of always being right… Sonic: I gotta get going, need to talk to Sally. Catch you later? [rushes off] Rouge: Bye! …Stupid, indeed, at least he admits it even if he doesn't know it. [Later, at the tea shop] Tails: You said no to Sally? Sonic: Yeah. Well, no. I mean, yes, I said no to her. Tails: Sonic, you said no to Amy, now Sally… What is your type then? Some grumpy recluse that doesn't even match you? Sonic: Yep. Tails: …No… Sonic: Relax, I'm not gonna say anything to Shadow. Rouge already told me he's into someone else who's already with someone. Very stupid if you ask me. Tails: Well, if you find out who it is, introduce me. I might have to swap you out as my idol. Sonic: Sure thing. Go on, head home, I'll go pay. [Tails leaves and Sonic heads to the counter. Shadow is there.] Sonic: Hey, how's it going? Shadow: Good. How was your talk with Sally? Sonic: All good. Shadow: Hm… Sonic: Too bad she's leaving before you got to know her better. It's one thing to stay because you're dating someone here, and another to stay just for a friend. Shadow: …You turned her down, then? Sonic: Yep. I'm glad I didn't lose her as a friend. But I just like someone else. Shadow: Oh. Well, to turn Sally down for them, they must be out of this world. Sonic [chuckling]: You could say that, yeah. But they're in love with someone. The last thing they need is me getting in the way. Shadow: I guess. Sonic: From what Rouge told me, you must get what I'm saying. Shadow: …What did she tell you, exactly? Sonic: That you like someone in kind of the same predicament. Shadow: Nice of her to go around telling my business. Sonic: She only told me because I asked, don't be mad at her. I could tell something was wrong and I was worried. Shadow: I'm sorry. Sonic: Nah. That's what friends are for. Shadow: Yes… Sonic: Shadow, do you really like that person? Shadow: Maybe too much. Sonic: Well, I hope they realize it soon. Shadow: I don't mind waiting for them. It'll probably be harder for you, since patience isn't exactly your thing. Sonic: You know what? For them, I wouldn't mind waiting a lifetime. [pays]: Here. See you around. Shadow: Bye. [Rouge enters just as Sonic leaves and sits at an empty table. Vanilla comes over to her right away.] Vanilla: Remember when I told you to let your brother handle things at his own pace? Rouge [groaning]: Yeeeees, I swear I haven't meddled. Much. Vanilla: Forget that. We're going to meddle. A lot. These two are stupid. Rouge: Well, one of them admits it, so we're already halfway there.

[iceclew]

BACK TO ART Y'ALL!

(after ....an awful lot of screaming these last days.. ... hey I don't know what is wrong with me, maybe it's the spring vibes finally kicking in or smth..)

Anyway here's the concept art for Hans and Henry - Witcher AU

'Cause I can not enjoy ANY franchise, ANY game, ANY-FUCKING-THING without witcherizing it. For t'is the law here.

Go down to my overly detailed description and non-text versions for AU Hans and AU Henry here. I have my brainworms and i'll spill them out on you, if you don't step aside, so beware.

Also this time I'm not going for a mix, I'm going full Witcher universe here.

Let me tell you there is a LOT of Hansry in the making for canon and Witcher AU right now.. I just need to find a way to finish it, for I am cursed to be stuck at WIPs so far as it seems. BUT I WILL DO MY BEST !!! FOR WE NEED THE HANSRY, DON'T WE?!

YES WE DO!!

So I've read the witcher books, played game 3, and looked up several things on fandom-wikis. If anything's not entirely witcher canon here, my bad. I tried my best ok? Also I took some liberty and smushed timelines and stuff to fit the scene here.

Capon is my fucking dress up doll. I am sorry I could not not. He is so FUCKING Dandelion coded.. PLUS I had so many cool outfit ideas and well...LOOK AT HIM HE JUST EATS, OK? I feel like he could be stuffed in a human-sized sock and still would look great in it... I don't get it either.. the tailors just love him.

have a song recommendation for Hans :3

Hans Capon (House of Leipa) The House of Leipa is a family line of famous military leaders at the nation of Kaedwen. (listen, there is a canon Fort Leida in the witcher universe, how could you blame me for jumping on that?) For generations they reigned over Fort Leipa and the surrounding region in Kaedwen. It was about 19 years ago when the Scoia'tael invaded the fortress and killed almost all members of the major family branch, including Hans' parents. Hans himself survived due to a servant's quick thinking. He was hidden in the servant's quarters in a bedroom's chest. The Scoia'tael focussed on looting the royal belongings. So he was not found until his relatives reconquered the fortress hours later. Hans has no memory of said day since he was still an infant, but suffers from claustrophobia now.

'The Slaughter of Leipa' contributed severly to the following pogrom in Ard Carraigh (Kaedwens capital), causing the deaths of over 400 nonhumans. Hans is not entirely against nonhuman races but has his personal, unprocessed issues with them....

Back in the present (20y/o) his situation is very similar to canon Hans, with Hanush currently being his guardian as long as he's not old enough to reign. He differs a lot from Hanush's imagination of a proper heir of their family tree and arguments are on a daily bases. For political representation Hans gets to travel and stay at the free city of Novigrad for a while. While he loves his home region in Kaedwen, he immediately falls in love with the urban vibes, and modern culture of the city (and of course the freedom of being away from Hanush's monitoring for once). For a few months he's spending a fair amount of coin on every tailor, tavern, brothel and bathhouse in the city.

By now the owners of said etablishements have made appropriate arrangements with every bandit's guilt around, for his regular visits are more profitable to all of them, than robbing him once.

There might have been one or two kidnappings with ransom involved nonetheless, which had Hanush consider hiring a bodyguard for his ward after all...If only just to mend his headache from time to time a bit.

This is were a certain offer from an old friend, plus a witcher's apprentice appears seemingly just at the right time...

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Henry's design and my idea of his witcher character made me painfully aware of just how similar those two universes actually are. I mean - not necessary a bad thing, but it might take the charm out of it a bit. So I tried to add a little twist to Henry here. Let's see how we're doing.

Have a song recommedation for Henry :3

Henry, child of the fate Henry is born a blacksmith's son and lived a slow life in a small village around Kaedwen's hillside. There would be times he would even go as far as to call it straight out boring, but he's not one to complain about stuff like that.

Since his father Martin taught him from young age, Henry practically grew up with swords, especially the kind made of finest silver ore, used to slay monsters. His father's outstanding works, famous in all the northern nations, attracted many witchers from far and wide. Of course the nearby 'School of the Wolf' at Kaer Morhen was a popular and recurring customer at their forge as well.

All peace and quiet ended the day his village was raided by bandits and his parents were murdered. Henry found himself seeking refuge, first at Kaer Morhen, then at Fort Leipa, with a handful of other citizens. At the witchers fortress he recognized one or two faces from back at the forge, but there was one particularly standing out.

Radzig Kobyla, a reknown witcher in all around the region seemed to have special interest in Henry and even offered some first combat training in sword-fighting. With time Henry finds the truth about is bonds with Radzig...

Before he was born Radzig saved Martin from a mountain troll. Half joking, half serious Martin remembered old witcher's tradition of the Law of Suprise - 'for what you find at home, yet did not expect' and offered it. Radzig actually refused the offer, for he was not necessarily fond of said tradition.

It was only a month later that they found out about the pregnancy... While awaiting a child Martin was devastated about his promise. He was not sure if it was to be fulfilled or not. After Henry was born Radzig still refused to ever take the child, arguing he never agreed to any contract like this. But fate finds his way nonetheless and with Henry basically finding him and being robbed his family, friends and home, Radzig finally gives in and offers to train him to become a witcher.

Of course things are way more complicated by now, since Henry is not suitable for a proper 'Trial of the grasses' anymore. He never gained the full immunity and powers of a proper witcher, but with Kaer Morhen's knowledge, plus consultation of several sorcerer Radzig's find a way for Henry to undergo a lighter and also much slower variation of the original changing procedure.

Although the risk of said changing progress is the same, if not higher. Errors or negative effects can only be seen and be treated much later after they have already settled in. The sorceress Katharina of Ard Carraigh was outraged when she heard about Radzig's little experiment, but offered her help with the effects nonetheless. With her help Henry was able to adapt existing witcher potions to handle his new powers and skills easier, and - much more important - to keep them at bay, when they threaten to take over his sanity.

While trying to tackle his new life and witcher training, Henry is also confronted with his first 'witcher' contract (well whatever Radzig found fitting for a half-baked witcher, without much fighting experience, nor complete control over his powers, that is.) Their host at Fort Leipa seemed to have a promising task as bodyguard at hand, and since Radzig had taken a lot of contracts from the house of Leipa in past times, it would not hurt giving it a try. Henry would only have to take care of the spoiled Leipa's offspring for a while. Nothing too much of a task right? Right.

At least until said offspring runs off and jumps into sheets with an Alp and seems to be in need of a witcher now after all, .....

But that's a story for another time...

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*visible exhaustion but I made it*

that's it for now guys.. I ..clearly overdid myself in the description right there, I just know it.

Also - sorry for my spelling , I hate rereading stuff, and tend to miss weird errors...

Hope you liked it, I don't really call myself a good writer, I just want to get out my ideas here. :)

[celestialgalaxyglow]

Batfam and Danny, Part 35

The next day, Wayne Manor, the in-house movie theater

Damian: Is everything set up Alfred?

Alfred: Yes Master Damian. The film has been uploaded to the projector, all you need to do is hit play on the remote, and the popcorn machine has all warmed up.

Damian: Good this has to be perfect.

Alfred: Don't worry too much Damian, Jon will be happy to just spend time with you.

Damian: You don't understand this our first date... is this a date? Whatever the case I don't want Jon to regret courting me.

Alfred (placing a hand on Damian's head): All will be fine, just breathe.

Damian (breathing): I know.

Alfred's phone dings.

Alfred: That must be him, do you wish to go with me Damian?

Damian: I'll finish preparing things, please escort Jon here.

Alfred: Very well Master Damian.

A few minutes later

Alfred: Here we are

Jon: Hi Dami!

Damian: Hi Jon.

They hug.

Damian: This feels weird...

Jon: I know... but why? We've hugged before.

Alfred (amused): I'll leave you two alone, do call if you need anything.

Damian (blushing): Let's grab some popcorn and sit.

Jon (also blushing): Yeah, let's.

The two of them grab a popcorn bucket, sit down next to each other and start playing the movie.

Jon happily watches the movie. Damian on the other hand watched the movie absolutely bewildered.

After the movie.

Jon: That was a great movie! What do think Damian?

Damian: It was awful! Well, the story itself was ok, but the assassin stuff was just awful. It is woefully inaccurate and honestly insulting. The movie doesn’t come out for a few more weeks, but as soon as it does, I’ll be writing a review! 

Jon: Taking advantage that the whole world knows you’re the grandson of Ra al Ghul?

Damian: Yes! Everyone knows I was raised by assassins for the first ten years of my life, I can provide an expert review. I am proud of my assassin heritage.

Jon: “I am proud of my assassin heritage” sounds very wrong out of context.  

Damian: ...True, I won’t phrase it like that, honestly a review won't cut it, I'm going to write a whole essay!

Jon: Why don't you make it a video essay? I could help you with visuals and editing.

Damian (smiling): Great idea! Let's go to my room and start writing.

Jon: Ok.

A while later.

Danny (entering Damian's room): Hey guys, how was the movie?

Jon: It was ok, but Damian didn't like the assassin lore the movie has, so now we're writing a video essay-review of the film.

Danny: Would you two like any snacks from the kitchen while you work?

Damian: Can you bring me some muffins, and pomegranate juice.

Jon: I'll also like some muffins and a hot chocolate, if it's not too much effort.

Danny: Sure thing, be back in a bit.

Danny turned intangible and flew out of the room through the floor.

Damian: Ok, as I was saying, the terminology used during the conversation five minutes into the movie is all kinds of wrong. I will first address why, and then what could have been said to make that conversation make sense... Damian looked up to Jon looking at him. Jon are you listening?

Jon: I am, but I'm also admiring how cute you are.

Damian (shyly): Shut up I'm not cute, al Ghuls are not cute.

Jon: Ok, would you prefer handsome? Pretty? Beautiful?

Damian: Shut up!

Jon: No.

Damian: Fine want to play like that? You're also cute, and very smart, especially during our patrols.

Jon: So are you, plus you're always the one with all the intel, we build on each other's strengths.

Damian (smiling): We're getting off topic.

Jon (smiling): Sorry for distracting you.

Damian: It was a welcomed distraction.

Damian and Jon smiled at each other.

Danny: Aww, you two are so cute.

Damian and Jon jumped, turning to Danny holding a tray with muffins, and their drinks.

Danny: Here are your snacks.

Damian (embarrassed, grabbing the tray): Get out!

Danny: But-

Damian (pushing Danny out of the room): OUT! Damian walked back to the desk and set down the tray. Let's eat and work.

Jon (smiling, grabbing his hot chocolate): As you wish.

(Master Post)

[waterloggedchest]

Finn the Fishbowl~ "That was clam-orous!" "Can't wait to seal ya later!" "You're being reeeeeel quiet today"

FINNIEEEEEE FINNFINNFINFINFIFNFIFNFNFJJFBFFJJDKSNDHSJFGGF~ Below the cut you can find my HCs for him!!

This is the first of many references I'll make of the cast! Upcoming you can expect Gigi & Shrimpo <3

THEME SONG~ A Trout, No Doubt — The Bean Tones

AMAB masc agender aka libraboy + it/he prns.

Omni ace demiromantic.

Blue colour <3, no text variation.

Dating Gigi and Shrimpo! More about that later.

When he gets flustered/embarrassed/really mad the water in his head starts boiling (poor Barnaby Wilikers be getting cooked 💀).

Autistic as shit.

Super confident, blunt and forward when in a group, gets shy asf when alone with people he likes (cough Gigi & Shrimpo cough cough). Though he gains his confidence back after starting to date them.

Has some kinda speech impediment due to his missing tooth or just speaks funny in some way.

If he wore shoes they'd either be anti-slip + steel-toed, crocs or flip flops :P.

If you tap his glass he gets dizzy and disoriented, like tapping the aquarium of a fish.

He also gets very disoriented if all the water is taken out of his head, but he does adjust after a bit. This also applies to him getting flustered/embarrassed/etc. since the water starts evaporating. While the water in his head is not essential for his survival, the rest of the water in his body is like blood.

Under high stress his glass cracks a bit, heals over time (just slap a dand-aid on it!)

Scraps sometimes just calls him over to clean her brushes in his head 💀.

He'd let Pebble sip water out of its head on a hot day.

Gigi styles him like a cocktail; with a straw, umbrella, orange slice n all (ngl missed opportunity for the actual prismatic pal skin).

Both him and Teagan need to put in a big ahh cork to go to sleep [This is canon n confirmed by qwel, I just wanted to add it here cuz funny].

On good terms with: Teagan, Rodger, Brightney, Goob, Sprout, Poppy, Connie & Dandy.

His friends are: Gigi (qpp <33333), Shrimpo (boyfie in denial), Scraps (moot friend with Gigi), Shelly, Yatta, Boxten, Looey, Razzle (best buddies, supposedly canon).

These people despise him: GLISTEN, Vee, Cosmo, Dazzle.

Anyone I haven't mentioned uhhhhh I'll get to it when I do their ref sheets.

He doesn't hate anybody, he's too bbg for that ❤️

He's Poppy's brother cuz like... she's a bubble.

NGL likes to be praised a lot (good boy— WHO SAID THAT??).

Has spilled all of his water over Gigi/Shrimpo multiple times when cuddling (tries limiting his pda now, he refuses to wear a cork in public).

Smooch giver n enjoyer. I imagine him to bend down to smooch Gigi/Shrimpo on the forehead and giggling, repeatedly.

He does NOT eat fish. If you eat fish in front of him or even just mention doing so he gets upset. Doesn't like meat very much either but that's just a preference. He can forgive Scraps for it tho, she has the cat-like creature pass.

His toon room is half normal and half pool, his bed is an inflatable mattress in the water; anchored there with chains so it doesn't float around a lot. IDK WHO I PARTIALLY STOLE THIS FROM I THINK IT WAS A DW HCS ASK.

DESIGN NOTES~

His torso is see-through like those transparent frogs and fish! He gets shy about it tho so he's covered up 90% of the time. Due to this his blood is just uh... water?

His head is hard glass and doesn't break easily, as mentioned above the rest of his body is like transparent fish :].

Has small scales all over his body, they're soft tho?? idk how to explain this mannnnn.

The darker parts in his tail resemble the bones inside! Just like the torso + some random splotches to make it look less empty loll.

His regular pants are like,, skin tight and waterproof?? Like some kinda swimming suit IDK. I still draw paw-like feet on him cuz i think it's cute :3.

Body hair mghfhmfhmfgmfmh....,,,.,,.,

While in the reference it isn't shown, the prismatic pal version has like... an iridescent coating? His scales slightly change colour depending how you look at him.

SHIP INFO~

Him and Gigi started dating pretty early on, they just got along really well. They are both very affectionate (except for pda as mentioned in the headcanons above) and are pretty open about their relationship. Gigi was also getting closer to Shrimpo, even if he hated Finn with all his heart. Due to Gigi dating the both of them and needing to give them both attention, they just got pushed together for it to be easier for them. Finn liked Shrimpo quite a bit already and was very nervous around him, feeling the need to fidget and distract himself. At times he acted a bit irrationally around Shrimpo and this causes them to get into...questionable situations; random hugs, caressing Shrimpo's tail, grabbing his hand, trying to get closer to him, etc. Shrimpo was just in denial the whole time, he had heavy internalised h0mophobia and refused to accept his polyamorous status.

At first, Shrimpo just didn't react to Finn's advances and looked at him weird most times; when it happened around Gigi, they just decided to push them together even more—Inviting them both to group activities and bringing them both on dates together. Finn just got clingier and Shrimpo got more frustrated for letting him do so. Gigi and Scraps started plotting even more to make them date, and since she needed an extra pair of hands for a project (and needed to clean her brushes in SOMEBODY's head) she invited them over to help. Finn & Shrimpo really didn't do anything the whole time, Gigi and Scraps were the only ones working, they instead sat there in a corner to chat a bit. Shrimpo accidentally let the fact that he didn't actually hate Finn slip out, after that their interaction became a whole lot more awkward.

Shrimpo tried to damage control by immediately doubling down with his regular jabs at Finn. But seeing how he started to recede and be nervous again made Shrimpo feel guilty; he stopped talking to him all-together for a few weeks. Gigi had to step in to bring them close again, physically locking them together in a room forcing them to talk. Shrimpo had to apologise and promise to never hurt Finn again, it was awkward but they made amends and held each other for a bit.

Gigi always thought that it'd be cute for them to get along, especially due to Shrimpo's initial commitment to "hating" Finn. They wanted the best for all three of them, and knowing how jealous Shrimpo can get of others this was the best option. Over time, they got closer and closer, Shrimpo started to respond better to Finn's advances. He gave in and started to be affectionate with Finn like he did with Gigi, not minding the three of them cuddling together; the awkwardness of him being there gone.

This will get updated over time, hopefully! Seal ya later!

Last updated: 27/05/2025

[antonsbf]

Unspoken

chapter 2- once more to see you

⤷ summary: a slow-burn, emotional story about childhood friends torn apart by time and dreams—only to meet again years later as rising stars in the spotlight. Between secrets, past feelings, and second chances, they learn that some things never really fade.

⤷ pairing: idol/actor!ni-ki x actor!male reader

⤷ wc: 1.5k

⤷ warnings: heavy angst! slow-burn! secret feelings! yearning male reader!

⤷ read chapter 1

"it's not like i'm going to disappear. we'll still talk. i'll be back soon enough, i promise."

that had been the promise he swore he wouldn’t break. the one i clung to long after he turned and walked away that night by the creek. even when other words were spoken, and even after time pulled us apart, it was that single vow that stayed with me—the last real thing i had to hold onto.

he had been the person i grew up with. the one who had always been there, even when nothing needed to be said. the one who made me laugh through the rough patches and somehow always knew exactly how to push my buttons when i needed it. the one who, without even trying, felt like home.

and maybe that’s why it hurt so much—because even when everything else faded, that promise never did. not for me.

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five years later. five years and ni-ki had become a memory i tried not to touch too often.

life had a way of moving on even when you didn’t want it to. and somehow, without meaning to, i learned how to live with the space he left behind.

at first, it was little things, his contact slipping lower and lower down my favorites list. the empty spot beside me at the creek the summer after he left. the inside jokes that stopped making sense because no one else was there to laugh with me. the days where i'd reach for my phone without thinking, fingers hovering over his name, only to pull back and pretend it didn’t sting.

then bigger things, the day i realized i didn’t know what song he was obsessed with anymore. or whether he still cracked his knuckles when he was nervous. or if he even thought about me at all. whether he still missed the way our hometown smelled after it rained, or if he remembered the way we used to sneak out just to sit under the stars and talk about stupid dreams.

he had been chasing a dream, and i-i had been left behind trying to figure out what mine even was.

sometimes, when it got really quiet, i could almost imagine he was still here. that if i closed my eyes long enough, i could hear his laugh from down the hall. feel the familiar thud of his sneakers against the wooden porch steps. catch the scent of fresh grass and summer sweat and the cheap cologne he used to over-spray before every "big moment" in his life.

sometimes, i hated how easily i could still conjure him.

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acting wasn’t something i’d planned. it wasn’t like i woke up one morning and thought, hey, i want to be a bl actor.

it just... happened.

a friend dragged me to an open audition when i was nineteen. "you've got the face for it," they'd joked, shoving a script into my hand. i didn’t even take it seriously at first—just read the lines, half-laughing, not thinking anyone was actually paying attention.

but someone had been. someone saw something i didn’t even know i was showing.

the first role was small. background. hardly more than a name in the credits. but it led to another. and another. and suddenly, somehow, i was y/n, rising bl actor with a growing fanbase and a face that people started recognizing on the street.

funny how that worked. when i was a kid, i used to think the only way to matter was to stay next to ni-ki. now people screamed my name at fan meetings, shoved letters into my hands, told me i saved them without even knowing it.

i smiled through it all. smiled for the cameras. smiled for the fans. smiled for the interviews where they asked me about "first loves" and "inspirations" and i lied through my teeth because the real answer was someone who hadn’t even seen me become this person.

and yet... none of it ever really filled the space he left.

there were nights i would come home after a long shoot, collapse onto my bed, and stare at the ceiling, feeling like a stranger in my own life. nights where the applause felt deafening but the silence afterward was worse. nights where i wondered if he would even recognize me now.

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i wasn’t bitter. at least, that’s what i told myself. bitterness was too ugly of a word. i was just... realistic now. ni-ki was never coming back to the life we had. not really. fame changes people. time changes people. and maybe the worst part was that he wasn’t the villain. he hadn’t broken his promise on purpose. life just... pulled him too far away for promises to keep.

and me? i survived.

i built a life out of auditions and scripts and interviews where i smiled too brightly and told polished stories about my dreams. i learned how to cry on cue, how to fake laughter, how to pretend a love story was real when the cameras were rolling and forget it the moment they cut.

i was good at pretending. maybe too good.

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when my manager handed me the new script, i didn’t think much of it. another bl drama. another love story. another faceless co-star to pretend to fall for.

i flipped through the pages on the ride home, half-distracted, until i hit the name. the stage name at the top of the character list. a name i hadn’t heard in too long. but one that felt like it had been carved into my ribs.

nishimura riki. his real name. not a character. not a role. him.

at first, i thought i was hallucinating. or maybe someone else just had the same name. but a quick search confirmed it: ni-ki. idol turned rising actor. making his debut in the very same project i’d just signed onto. of all the projects. of all the people. of all the times.

life had a funny way of laughing at you when you thought you’d finally moved on.

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the first day of filming felt like waiting for a storm you knew was coming.

i spent the morning getting my makeup done, my hair styled, my outfit prepped. i laughed when the staff joked. smiled for behind-the-scenes cameras. played the part of "friendly, easygoing y/n" so well i almost believed myself.

but under it all, my hands wouldn’t stop twitching. my heart wouldn’t stop pounding. i told myself it didn’t matter. that it had been five years. that he probably barely remembered me.

but when the director finally called for rehearsal and i turned around there he was.

ni-ki.

older now. taller. still awkward in the way he shifted his weight from foot to foot. still ni-ki in the way his mouth tilted into a half-smile the second he saw me.

he looked like someone i used to know and someone i hadn’t met yet, all at once. familiar and foreign and terrifying. and all at once, it hit me like a punch to the chest: all the years i spent trying to forget, trying to move on, trying to survive, none of it worked. because the second our eyes met, it was like no time had passed at all.

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"hey," he said, voice deeper than i remembered.

i swallowed hard. my mouth opened, but no words came out.

there were a thousand things i could have said. "you left." "you broke your promise." "i missed you." "i hate you for not missing me back."

but all that came out was, "...hey."

the director called us over before either of us could say anything else. we fumbled through the first rehearsal, stiff and awkward. the kind of awkward that had nothing to do with inexperience and everything to do with all the things between us left unspoken.

when the scene ended, ni-ki glanced at me. his mouth opened like he was going to say something.

but the staff swarmed us with notes and touch-ups and schedules before he could.

and maybe that was a mercy.

because i wasn’t sure if i was ready to hear whatever he had to say. or worse, what he wouldn’t.

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later, as i sat alone in the makeup room, wiping off the fake sweat from a fake emotional scene, i caught sight of myself in the mirror. i looked the same as always. polished. put together. exactly the way the world expected me to be.

but inside, i was thirteen again, knees scraped from climbing trees, laughing until i couldn't breathe while ni-ki teased me about losing another race. i was sixteen again, heart pounding too fast when his hand brushed mine under the summer stars. i was eighteen again, standing by the airport window, watching the boy i loved walk away, too scared to ask him to stay.

time was supposed to heal things. wasn’t it?

so why did it feel like the wound had just been ripped wide open all over again?

i leaned forward, resting my forehead against the mirror, letting the cool glass soak up the warmth of my skin. i told myself to breathe. to be patient. to remember that this was just another scene. just another project. just another co-star.

but no matter how much i lied to myself, the truth was simple.

he was here.

he was real again.

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[melpomenelamusa]

A Happy (Not Yet) Ending - Chimeras

~Original story~

Previous

CW: Mention of past captivity, mention of past pet whump.

A/N: Season One Finale is here!!! More like an epilogue, actually, and also a bit long. I´m so happy to have finally written it!!!

"I hope everyone’s hungry for bacon and eggs."

It was past eleven in the morning, but no one cared about having breakfast at that hour, after all, they had all slept in.

Warrick served the plates. The dining table had never been so full; they had even dragged a wooden stool from the shed to squeeze the five bodies around the small rectangular table so they could eat comfortably.

Tigri's hair was messy, and his eyes were still squinty from sleep. Fidi had gotten up earlier and, along with Warrick, was one of the only ones who’d taken the time to shower, not just change clothes. Elafi stayed seated, his ears twitching, never taking his eyes off Tigri. It was clear he was waiting for the right moment to talk to him. At the other end of the table, Patrick tried to hide his constant yawning while sipping coffee and glancing at his phone.

After escaping the hotel the previous night, Warrick and Patrick had carried the unconscious teenagers into the cabin. The kids had woken up about half an hour later, confused and restless, apparently without clear memories of the details of their escape. Warrick gave them a summary of events, leaving out certain details he considered too disturbing and not worth mentioning just yet.

Since everyone was so exhausted, they all went to sleep almost immediately. Alarm clocks were ignored the following morning.

"I want to say something," Tigri said suddenly, putting down the utensils he had been eating with. His ears drooped, and his tail swished nervously behind the chair. "I know I barely know most of you, you just told me your names, but... I just wanted to say thank you for saving me. If you hadn’t come yesterday, I... I don’t know what would have happened to me..."

"Of course we were going to rescue you," said Fidi reassuringly.

"We weren’t going to just stand by if there was something we could do," added Elafi.

Tigri smiled. Even with the large dark circles under his eyes, his expression radiated happiness.

"Thank you so much... I owe you my life."

Patrick then handed the teenager his phone. On the screen was a photo of a Missing Person poster.

"Your family’s been looking for you all this time. My brother and I thought it was best to give you a day to rest and recover, but if you want, we can take you to them right now. We'll contact them and bring you home."

Tigri’s eyes stayed fixed on the phone screen for several long seconds. After a moment, they began to water.

"T-thank you so much," he said, wiping away tears with one hand. "But... I think I'll stay today to rest. I'm not... I'm not ready yet... for them to see me like this."

Although he didn’t elaborate, it was clear what he meant. Tigri looked very different from before his captivity. He had lost muscle mass, his claws were dirty and stained with traces of dried blood; his curls had lost definition, long and tangled; the skin around his neck, wrists, and ankles was irritated and bruised, and even some facial hair had started to grow. It was clear he wasn't in the best of shapes.

"We understand," Warrick assured him. "You can stay as long as you need. When you're ready, we’ll take you home."

The rest of the day passed without major worries. Patrick either slept or spent time on his phone, Warrick focused on the regular chores around the cabin, and the three chimeras spent hours talking at the dining table, catching up from the moment Fidi and Tigri were separated during their escape attempt.

"You bit Madame Lavenza?" Tigri leaned forward, his golden eyes shining. "Wow... You’re seriously amazing, Fidi, I admire you! By the way, your new haircut is awesome. Makes you look way more badass."

Tigri was a cheerful, talkative boy, with loud laughter and a sweet gaze. He and Elafi quickly bonded and slipped easily into a lively conversation, talking and laughing like old friends.

"Hey, not to be nosy, but your dad is super hot," Tigri commented at one point as they watched Warrick chopping wood in the yard through the window. The man had taken off his shirt, revealing a tank top and his muscular arms. "Totally my type."

"He's not actually my dad," Elafi replied, although his tone sounded a bit unsure, as if he himself doubted it.

"He's way too old for you," Fidi teased. "Besides, he already has a girlfriend, even if he won’t admit it."

By evening, Tigri told Patrick he was ready to return to the city the next day. Patrick wasted no time contacting Tigri’s family using one of the numbers listed on the missing person poster. Tigri’s mother answered the call, and although she initially seemed suspicious, the sound of Tigri’s voice on the other end of the line was enough to make her realize the miracle they had been praying for had finally come true.

The tiger boy couldn’t help crying during the video call with his mother. The others had moved to a different part of the cabin to give him privacy in the living room. Elafi and Fidi headed to the deer boy’s bedroom.

"I admit I feel a little jealous," Fidi said quietly. "If I ever reunited with my parents... I'm sure they wouldn’t react like that. They might even be angry to see me again, like a curse coming back after they thought they had gotten rid of it. But I'm really happy for Tigri. This is something he’s been wishing for a long time. He deserves to go back to his life, to a family that loves him."

"I know you’ll find people who love and care for you too," Elafi replied. "I still miss my parents a lot, but Warrick has helped me not to feel so alone. And you’ve helped me too. You're my friend, Fidi. We'll be there for you whenever you need us."

The snake girl gave him a small smile.

"Thank you, Elafi." She let out a sigh. "I still don't know what I’ll do with my life after... all this. I never had dreams or wishes beyond not ending up dead, homeless, or in the black market. But I know whatever I do, this time it’ll be on my own terms. I’ll find my own path."

"I know you will."

The next day, Warrick, Patrick, Elafi, Fidi, and Tigri set out for the city. During the couple of hours the trip lasted, anxiety hung thick in the air. Tigri felt his palms sweating and the fur on his tail standing on end.

"Is it bad if I say I’m nervous?" he asked quietly from the back of the pickup, where he rode with Fidi and Elafi.

"It’s normal to be nervous," Fidi replied. "You haven’t seen your family in months... but I’m sure everything will turn out fine."

"I’m a little... scared, you know? So much time has passed... and so many things have happened..."

Tigri instinctively touched his neck, where Madame Lavenza’s metal collar used to be.

"They’ve been waiting for you," Elafi said. "You being back is what matters most. It doesn’t matter if you look or feel a little different. You’re still Tigri."

Tigri threw his arms around the other chimeras and hugged them tightly.

"You guys are the best."

Once in the city, it didn’t take long to find Tigri’s family home. After parking in front, Warrick got out and rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, a dark-skinned woman with long curls tied up in a high bun came out of the house. She eyed Warrick a bit suspiciously, but the moment her gaze fell on Tigri, standing a few meters behind him, her expression completely changed.

"H-hi, Mom," Tigri said shyly. "I-I'm back."

"My baby!" the woman cried, running to her son and wrapping him in her plump arms. Tigri hugged her back, tears immediately pouring from his eyes. Before long, a little girl with wild hair peeked out from the door.

"Big Bro!" she shouted, joining the hug. "I knew you’d come back!"

Tigri easily lifted the little girl in his arms.

"Zuri! I missed you so much! Are you taller now?"

The last to leave the house was a tall man wearing glasses. His stern eyes quickly softened as he rushed to pull his son into a tight hug, drawing soothing circles on his back.

"I have no words to thank you for what you've done for this family," Tigri’s father said after pulling away from the rest of his family, shaking Warrick’s hand warmly. "What… what can we do to repay you for what you've done?"

"You owe us nothing, sir..."

"Raj. My wife Amara and my little daughter Zuri."

"You don't have to repay us anything," Warrick explained calmly. "We just did what we believed was right."

Despite Warrick’s words, Tigri’s family insisted they stay for dinner. Except for Patrick, who had to leave because he had work the next day, no one objected. They squeezed into the dining room as best they could and ate spaghetti and meatballs.

Tigri’s family was just as cheerful and talkative as he was. During dinner, they chatted about happy and funny things, filling the house with an atmosphere almost like a celebration. Zuri, Tigri’s younger sister, was the most excited of all, openly and enchantedly watching the newly arrived chimeras. Elafi allowed her to touch his antlers, and Fidi drew little animal sketches for her on a paper napkin.

When the clock struck a late hour, Warrick announced it was time to leave.

"Do you have a place to stay, Fidi?" Tigri asked the snake girl. "My offer still stands—you can stay here. Mom, can Fidi stay?"

The woman smiled.

"Well, we could set up the inflatable mattress in Zuri’s room, of course, if she agrees…"

"Of course!" the little girl exclaimed, slapping her hands on the wooden table. "She's just like Tigri, she’s cool, she has fangs and a weird tongue and she draws really well!" Zuri grabbed Fidi’s hand, admiring her pearly scales, and began shaking it. "Stay, stay, stay, stay, pleaaase, pleaaase, pleaaaaase!"

"It’s up to you," Warrick said, placing a hand on the snake girl's shoulder. "You're always welcome at the cabin, but it's fine if you want to stay here in the city. Elafi and I could come visit you from time to time."

Fidi stayed silent for a moment, her eyes fixed on her hands in her lap. Her forked tongue briefly flicked out between her lips, a sign that she was deep in thought. After a few seconds, she looked up.

"If it’s alright… I would like to stay."

No one objected.

~

Fidi moved in with Tigri’s family while she, in her own words, "got what she needed to start her own life." Considering she had been locked away in Madame Lavenza’s mansion for ten years, had never finished school, and had certainly never gone to college, it would be a tough road—but not an impossible one.

Tigri reapplied for his scholarship so he could return to university the following semester, and reunited with his friend Joshi, who almost broke into tears upon seeing his best friend again. Zuri, for her part, was delighted to have a "new Big Sis" at home—someone she could finally talk to about "girl things" like fashion and social revolution. She also often demanded that her "deer friend" come visit, so it became common to see Warrick and Elafi come over on weekends for lunch with the family.

Elafi continued living with Warrick in the cabin in the woods. Though they had offered, the deer boy admitted he wasn’t interested in moving back to the city. Still, thanks to Tigri’s family’s support, he began visiting the town and city more often, despite Warrick’s lingering distrust of taking the chimera boy to crowded places.

Patrick also began visiting them at the cabin with some regularity, and they often held movie and popcorn nights in the living room.

Life started to feel new and wonderful, as if everything had finally settled after a long storm. Everything was falling into place.

However, there was still something lingering inside Elafi, a slippery idea at the back of his mind, like a dark satellite orbiting his thoughts without rest.

"Warrick," he said one day. "I need to tell you something important."

The man looked up from his phone, where he had been reading the morning news. The way Elafi’s ears moved told him this was serious.

"Go ahead," Warrick replied calmly.

"I... I need you to help me find out where I come from."

Warrick stayed silent, so the teenager continued:

"Do you remember that time Lupita told us I was different from other chimeras? That being born a chimera child made me different from the rest? Well… I need to find out why. I need to know why I was born like this. What my parents never told me. Why I... why I can do the things I can..."

Warrick opened his mouth to speak, but Elafi interrupted him, his voice strained.

"I’m not just talking about dreams and plants. The day we saved Tigri… I lied when I said I didn’t remember what happened. Fidi and Tigri didn’t attack those guards because they wanted to defend themselves. I ordered them to. I don’t know how I did it, but I know it was me. I was the one who told Fidi to attack those hunters back when we were captured in the woods. I made my friends attack those guards at the hotel and ki..."

Elafi pressed his lips together. His face was full of anguish, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes brimming with tears.

"I need to know what I am," he whispered.

Warrick stood up and gently placed both hands on the teenager’s shoulders.

"Hey, hey, breath. You’re a good kid," he said. "I understand your doubts, but never forget: you are a good person. You’ve never hurt anyone out of malice. I'm sure that one day you'll fully master your abilities. You’re not a monster—you’re just a scared boy trying to live."

Elafi immediately threw himself into Warrick’s arms, letting a few tears fall.

"Thank you, Warrick," he mumbled against his chest.

"You’re welcome, son," the man replied, hugging him back and stroking his hair. "Have you thought about how to... investigate?"

Elafi stepped back and wiped his face with his hands.

"I’ve been avoiding this out of fear, but I can't run anymore. I think… it’s time to reach out to someone from my biological family."

~~~

Roach was standing in front of the mirror.

He hated looking at himself.

He ran his fingertips over the many scars scattered across his abdomen, chest, and sides. The skin formed small lumps and thin lines over his body, reminders of what had been there, of every scream, insult, and blow he'd endured, filling him with disgust.

Disgust and fury.

"Fucking chimeras," he muttered.

He pulled on a high-collared shirt, threw on his lab coat, and set his dark goggles back over his eyes.

At the office, everything was normal and boring. His lab work for the day was done, and the silence was overwhelming without the constant screams and whimpers of his victims—or rather, his "patients."

He was typing up some reports on his computer when he suddenly received an email. It was a forwarded message from his secretary.

"Figured you’d want to see this," the woman wrote.

Roach opened the email and read it.

Every line, every paragraph made a slow, wicked smile spread across his face.

Finally, some good news.

"This is interesting," he said to himself, rocking back and forth in his chair. "Looks like someone just got me a new toy to play with..."

End of Season One.

To be continued…

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Finally!!! The first season of Chimeras has come to an end!!! I can't contain my excitement qwq. This little project, which started back in August 2024 as just an excuse to join the whump community and write some whump content, turned into a story that has earned a very special place in my heart. Diving deeper into the plot and creating characters became something that brought me so much joy and fun, and writing this story has been a process I've truly loved.

I'm so grateful to ALL the readers, to everyone who comments, reblogs, asks questions, and follows my OCs. Your support has truly kept this project going strong 💜.

I have so many ideas to continue expanding the Chimeras universe, so many things I would love to explore and discover. I don't know when I'll be able to write a second season, since there's a lot I need to think through, plan, and organize; but rest assured that in the coming months there will be some one-shots, as well as extra and special chapters for Chimeras, because I just can't say goodbye to these characters yet.

So if you have ideas on how to torture my OCs, don't hesitate to share them!!! Maybe I'll have a chance to write something about it ;)

Once again, thank you so much to everyone who read all the way here. I really hope we can keep sharing stories together.

With much love,

Melpómene.

[explosionshark]

Well. I'll be honest, I had forgotten most of the details about the rape plot that kicks off in the last third of the book, which I'll be discussing without excerpts below. Covering the whole end of the book here before I move on to the third

Okay so Rachel meets Trent and let's him know she figured out he's an elf. Some more stuff comes to light about the connection between their fathers which I haven't bothered covering in these recaps yet but suffice to say they used to be homies who worked on outlawed biomedical research together and this is somehow linked to Rachel's dad's betrayal and ultimate death.

ANYWAY the main takeaway is Trent hires Rachel to find the real killer, who he suspects to be a master vampire targeting leyline witches. At some point it's revealed that the demon who attacked them both at the end of Dead Witch Walking was called forth by the same person killing these other witches, for the same reason - Trent and Rachel are both proficient in leylines.

Nick and Rachel summon the demon (henceforth known as Al) and cut another deal. He tells them his summoner was Piscary.

Rachel goes back home to wait before she can make a move. She hears weird noises and then there's this little bit

TOTAL confidence in Ivy's commitment and ability to protect her at all costs. It's so casual but so certain. True romance imo

But then Ivy gets dumped at the church. She's in a bad state, having been uh. I think the term the book settles on later is "blood-raped" by Piscary - forced to break her fast and take blood for the first time in years and coerced into sex also. Basically, she nearly drained Piscary and then he drank from her - she was made into his Scion despite her protests.

It's pretty gnarly, she's very upset, delirious and traumatized while she recounts what happened. Despite the dangerous position she's in with Ivy very on the edge and barely hanging on, Rachel sticks by her and helps take care of her

A lot of this scene has these nice little details of Rachel reflecting on her life with Ivy and how much they mean to each other and how committed she is to sticking by her.

She's also furious at Piscary and needs hard proof before Trent will pay her for the job she took. Once Ivy is settled she makes a futile attempt to get some backup from the FIB or Trent and can't get through to anyone. Recklessly, she goes to confront Piscary anyway, trusting that Jenks and Nick will be able to get her backup.

It's not a confrontation that goes well! Kisten tries to help a little but he's a little useless. Piscary reveals some of his plan - killing leyline witches is his attempt to stifle Trent's plans. He's looking for something elf-related in the Everafter that Piscary doesn't want him finding.

Piscary is also just gross about the Ivy stuff. He's the originator of her vampiric line and has been for multiple generations trying to get a perfect companion out of them to make into his Scion. Undead vamps can only be killed by classic vampire rules but being immortal and soulless drives them insane over time if they don't have enough blood or reasons to live. He wanted Ivy to be his eternal companion even after she died.

He also reveals that Ivy first developed a relationship with Rachel and left the I.S. with her because he commanded it

This is big! First of all, it wraps up a plot thread dangling from the first book at the revelation Ivy was prepared to move into the Church way before they quit the I.S. Now we know why. But more it colors in a lot more of Ivy's background and motivation

The fact that meeting Rachel gives Ivy an opportunity to try to drag herself out of the fucked up vampire hierarchy she hated despite being literally bred for it is crazy. And though Piscary talks about Rachel as a pet for Ivy, it's clear that Ivy genuinely loves and cares for her. It also throws the earlier almost bite scene into a different context.

That scene is the only time Ivy ignores a flat-out refusal from Rachel and now we know it's due to a combination of her instincts going haywire AND Piscary's ultimatum. Though I think it's interesting and super heartbreaking that Piscary's threat alone wasn't enough, despite her craving his approval. Her willingness to lie to him and defy him and use him to keep Rachel safe and respect her boundaries is insane in context. I love her soooo much.

Anyway - they fight, Rachel pulls a bunch of leyline power through Nick (oh no!), one of Trent's bodyguards shows up to help, oh yeah the demon Al also shows up but Rachel makes a deal with him to be its willing familiar which means Piscary can't use it to kill her. I'm getting the order on some of these things sort of wrong. Anyway - she lives! Al agrees to be a witness in Piscary's trial! It's all wrapped up for now!

Little bit more about Ivy as the book wraps up

So. Poor Ivy. She's in for a rough one. Rachel suspects she's practicing again. She also was majorly traumatized and is still Piscary's scion and thus technically the heir to his vampire empire, though for now she and Kisten are allowing everyone else to believe Kist still has that role. Ivy's refusing to see Piscary while he's in prison.

Anyway then Rachel finally gets a car and the book ends

I'm starting book 3 later today 😔

Alright baby The Good, The Bad and The Undead re-read starts HERE and NOW with another insane Rachel/Ivy moment courtesy of Rachel's chapter 4 exposition dump

"might be slipping into an area I didn't want it to go" FUCKING IF ONLY!!! MY LIFE WOULD RULE RIGHT NOW IF THAT HAPPENED BUT IT DIDN'T SO HERE I AM INSTEAD

Anyway arguing with your stupid rat bf about how he's threatened by your hot bisexual and super super horny for you roommate #justRachelthings

[incessantlark]

god's gone? damn. how about a roadtrip just to make sure?

[orcelito]

Actually, on the topic of the baby fever. God it's so frustrating. Bc when I was like 14 ish I was Adamant that I never ever wanted kids. And my dad said smth around the lines of "that'll likely change" (probably from his own experience with this) and I was like NO. it WONT.

And then eventually, age 21-22 ish, I admitted that Okay, I still don't want to have my own kids, but someday maybe I'll adopt...

And Now, 27 years old, I got the general baby fever on occasion. It Did fucking change. And I don't know if I actually WILL bother with having my own kid (I still don't want to go through the hassle and massive body changes). But god. I do see a fucking baby and feel that stab of longing. It's almost like my damned hormones betrayed me or smth. Maddening!

I shall simply write fanfic about it.

[camzverse]

1 (one) syzygy character ref sheet done🎉

[loverboybrightsideghost]

i really do love practicing 🎻

[triglycercule]

me when i find the PERFECT mtt song (yamitsuki,,,,,,,, maretu my king how did you do it,,,,,,,,,,,,, literally HOW did you do it why is this song weirdly accurate wtf and its for a completely different character 2??? HOW DID YOU DO THIS??? THE ENTIRE FUCKING SONG FITS??? THE ENTIRE SONG COULD BE MADE TO HAVE CONNECTIONS WITH ONLY MILD REACHING??? HELLO??????) (this translation!!!) (the translation is not.linking i will be shooting myself. its the on on the vocaloid wiki NOTthe video....)

literally like. 1/3 is horror. 1/3 is dust. and then the last is killer. in that order. the first 2 verses talk about bloodshot pain (bloodshot EYES.... HORROR'S EYE) and a rotting fatal wound (THE FUCKING HEAD CRACK!!! HIS GODDAMN HEAD WOUND!!!!). commiting brutality. i dont think much else is needed. wrong/right and judging biases,,,,, jesus fuck wtf. AND THEN in the next verse there's a mention of "starving for necessary evil" HELLO!!!! HELLO!!!!!!! him starving himself while also feeding snowdin human which totally sucks,,,,,, horror sans,,,,,,???? chorus of shrill voices (duh snowdin. or also could be undyne and royale guard. i like snowdin more). and then the last line of the second verse mentions sadism. nothing more to say. horror sans i mayhaps perchance mightve just encountered you in a song. or maybe the translation is freakily accurate and the song itself isnt that specific (probably but hey i can dream)

and then th next 2 verses r dust except i dont really know about the first verse but also a line that says "this is the death of the conflict, come and see me" could be referring to the human's death which like. man. and then the next verse is just dust sans but in a single verse. give me more excellent pain could be interpreted as LV but also the mental pain that comes with yk..... killing all you love.LOVE. LV. he needs more LV... anyways. mad off the beaten track. MAD. MENTION OF MAD LIKE CRAZY LIKE MAD TIME LIKE DUST SANS!!!! echoes of a haughty voice resound,,,,, phantom paps,,,,, "severe punishment, 100 renouned sights, i long for pure pessimism" i cant explain this one well i think but just think about it okay. this time you get to be the one coming up with the ideas (σ´∀`)σ

killer only has one verse that i can link this song 2 but i also think its th most freakily accurate. verse 1 is "through instantaneous joy, entertain me for my whole life, i'm cunningly"LUCKY". i get completely bored. give me pleasure without worry. and now, right away." and then "i'd rather head to eternal darkness. i'll abide by you always, emptily "HAPPY". i shed tears from my clear white eyes. come and show me your best smile!" HELP HELP HELP THEYRE SHOOTING ME HELP HELP!!!! THEY JUMPING ME (these lyrics) because WTFyhis isFREAKILY accurate. the entire first verse and its spiel on boredom and having someone else manage the entertainment/emotions,,,, and the cunningly lucky part is just. i think the word cunning is just really good to describe killer (sneaky little bastard) and then he's "lucky" emphasis on quotes because idk he got chosen for whatever the fuck his chara wants. what luck. really bad luck but whatever. and then MORE on the following another person and EMPTILY!!! EMPTY!!! KILLER FEEL NOTHING EMPTY!!!! fake happy too,,,, and killer has white eyelights sooo IM NOT REACHING!!! also he literally cries

in conclusion MARETU is a god amongst men and somehow this song managed to fit the mtt i have no idea how. next coming up: how NAMIDA fits killer. how thirst fits dust. how uminaoshi fits horror. idk if i already said this one probably did BUT JUST IN CASE maretu also has maegamist,,,,, maretu i knew i listened to you for a reason. so i could make totally irrational and unreasonable connections of your songs to the fucking murder time trio of all things. what joy

[marlynnofmany]

In the interest of not derailing this already-long-and-awesome thread, here are some more details! (Paging @sparrows-corner and any other interested parties.)

So in my first semester of college, I took an Intro to Psychology class. I didn't expect anything special; it was just one of those general education courses that everybody was supposed to take at some point. But it turned out amazing.

What the general public didn't know at that point was someone in the college administration had screwed up and forgotten to assign a teacher to this class. Until a week before class. When several students emailed to ask why that detail was missing in the online listing.

The administration panicked, scrambled for someone-anyone-omg-who-can-drop-everything-and-teach-this-class. They called recently-graduated owners of Masters Degrees in teaching.

They found Sandy.

She was qualified and available, and much older than the average recent grad, with the confidence to go with it. This was still a daunting task, though, and she agreed on one condition: that she team-teach the class with a friend of hers who was still working on finishing his degree.

Having no other choice and seeing no real problem with this, the administration agreed. And thus was born the most glorious educational comedy act in my entire academic career. The two of them were a delight. They knew all the stuff they needed to teach, and they knew a great deal more, and they delivered lectures in a way that had everyone paying eager attention. It was great.

This friend, by the way, was awesome in his own right. While Sandy was a curly-haired white lady around middle age, Wayne was a black guy who (1) dressed in impeccable suits and (2) had cerebral palsy.

I think a lot of 18-year-old minds were quietly enlightened about a few things just from watching these two banter back and forth, one with joints more wobbly than the other. Wayne told a memorable anecdote at one point about stopping by a grocery store in sweat pants instead of his usual classy wear. The cashier asked some gentle question about what he spent his time on, assuming that he had some sort of carer following him around. The expression on her face when he told her that he taught college was one I'll never forget, and I didn't even see it.

Anyways, at the end of this semester, the two teachers asked a few of us smart kids if we wanted to be TAs (teaching assistants) for the next semester. Since most of us had already become friends during the make-a-group-and-discuss-things portions of the class, this sounded like a party that would look good on our records later. And it really was.

I TA'd for that class a few times in a row, with my buddies and the two very cool teachers. We met up outside of class for holiday parties and everything.

And, since this was during the time the Lord of the Rings trilogy was first coming out in theaters, we all dressed up in costume and went to an early screening together.

Wayne drove. His handicap placard meant we got to park at the front, which was pretty awesome.

Now, I'd met people before who knew more LotR lore than I did, but they all paled in comparison to Sandy. As I said in the notes on that other post, she shared some stories of her youth with us. When she was fourteen, she ran away to join a hippie commune. She already knew fluent elvish, and she used that to help the commune's drug-runners stay out of the clutches of the cops, by translating their drug notes into a language the cops couldn't read. With a start like that, it was unsurprising that she still knew elvish now, along with all sorts of fascinating deep lore.

She had a limited edition book that looked shockingly expensive. She made beeswax candles for all the TAs as holiday gifts, with our names written on them in elvish. I still have mine somewhere.

I haven't heard from any of these lovely people in a long time, since college moves on and so does life, but I will treasure those memories forever. I hope Sandy and Wayne and the others are doing well. They deserve the best.