#if humans were the only food you got wouldn't you be forced to eat them???

[iattachtooeasilytocartoons]

currently crying over the minotaur again he could've been raised right PLEASE

[yanderes-galore]

Oooh what if wild Toothless who never got shot down by hiccup , toothless who can still fly , toothless who got attached very quickly to a injured human who stuck in his cove/nest❄️anon (yandere pet like concept/hcs/thoughts pretty please ) 

Yesss, here's what I got!

Yandere! Feral/Wild! Toothless Concept

Pairing: Animal/Pet-Like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Kidnapping, Violence, Blood, Dragons killing dragons, Forced/Dubious companionship.

I really like the idea of the roles being switched!

Instead of an injured dragon befriending a human, an injured human befriends a dragon.

This no doubt takes place during the times where humans and dragons are still fighting.

Toothless is still the last of his kind, an elusive species.

You've heard of dragons, you've seen what they can do.

Many vikings tell you to fear them.

You didn't believe them until you were attacked.

You met Toothless as you were hiding from dragons who attacked you.

The Night Fury no doubt smelled your blood from your wounds.

You aren't injured too bad but certainly can't make it back home.

Not with the dragons in the area.

You aren't sure what to think when you see a Night Fury attack the dragons around you.

Toothless sustains some injuries but for the most part is fine.

You fear for your life when the Night Fury approaches you.

Both of you are covered in blood, the attackers are gone.

His eyes are in slits for a moment but he notices you're harmless.

Weak, even.

You could be easy prey.

Instead, the Night Fury doesn't kill you.

Instead he nudges you softly, maybe even tries to clean your wounds.

This Night Fury would be more scared of you than you are of him.

He isn't hungry, he isn't scared, he just seems curious... concerned.

You keep staying still, even as the dragon lays beside you to watch you.

Since Hiccup didn't find Toothless in this you would be the one to give him such a name.

Maybe as you heal more you fed him, allowing Toothless to show his retractable teeth.

The cool thing about this version of Toothless is definitely his flight.

He doesn't need anyone to fly, he's a regular Night Fury.

Yet despite this the dragon befriends you, an injured human.

He doesn't eat humans, it's actually not in the Night Fury diet (Look at the Night Fury article on the wiki)

So he isn't interested in eating you.

This would explain why he chooses to protect you instead.

The fact you're both "harmless" is what makes you able to relax.

That is until Toothless decides to take you away.

After all, you can't be safe here.

Toothless means well when he tosses you onto his back and flies to the cave he usually resides in.

The dragon hates that you give him the cold shoulder afterwards.

He brings you back all sorts of food to care for you.

He wants his human friend to heal.

He feels you're being hunted just as much as him.

You don't harm him because of a few reasons.

You wouldn't be able to go home... and you are admittedly attached to this dragon as your only friend and savior.

This is what makes you accept the supplies you're given.

You even allow Toothless to cuddle around you.

The issue is the dragon never lets you leave.

Nothing gets in the den, nothing gets out.

Toothless has taken the role of your protector.

Your family may think you've been killed.

You haven't.

In fact, you're really safe.

Toothless, as a Night Fury, is intelligent and powerful.

He understands your social queues and gets you what you need.

If you tried to leave then the dragon forces you back in the den.

If he lets you go... you'll die.

Dragons who try to sneak up on you are quickly attacked by Toothless.

Night Furies don't eat other dragons, but that doesn't stop Toothless from tearing into them.

Toothless washes off the blood of his kills before bounding to you.

Yet you know what he's done as you can smell the metallic smell on his scales and breath.

Toothless is loyal and will protect you no matter what it takes.

Why should you even go home? Home won't accept you anymore for having a dragon...

It's just you and Toothless now.

[sgnjimmy]

𝓙𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

a/n: I got this idea after one chat with the lovely human @tarotsandpotions a while ago. So this been here for months 💀💀💀 but heeeeey. i know im doing the event now but recently i got the inspiration to finish this draft that was actually rotting, so idk. here it is.

warning(s): mentions of violence, bruises, and a bit of angst (it gets better).

Today was fight night.

Joker wasn't a fan of fight night, especially since he started dating you — it was bloody, tiring, and humiliating.

He always felt like a dog in a cage doing some stupid trick for crumbs. It was pathetic, and today was no different.

As soon as it ended, he went to get his pay with Wooin and saw himself making his way through the door to exit the building as fast as he could without dragging attention.

Joker first went on the route for his way home but stopped on a store to grab a bite since you were probably asleep, and he didn't want to make a fuse at home by cooking.

He took his time eating his food there and then continued to make his way home, only to start to drag his feet on every step.

It has not been long ago since you moved in with him, and he thought he was used to you by now, but something always feels off when he's getting home from a fight now.

Joker's usual routine after every fight was to buy a few drinks from a convenience store, then head home to sit on his couch while the news channel was on the TV. He would sit there in silence with all the lights off, drinking the strongest drink he could find waiting for his thoughts to get blurry and his mind to finally get silent.

But now, he has you. And you rocked his world in the most violent yet gentle way. You came into his life and changed him, but also accepted him as he is.

Joker stops his feet when he sees he's almost at his destination.

Why does it feel weird to get home now? He asks.

He moves again after a couple of minutes, each step he takes so heavy he almost wonders if the world's gravity increased.

He highly doubts so.

Joker wouldn't like to admit it, but he was afraid. Afraid that you'd wake up one day and get tired of all his disgusting and sick world.

He wouldn't blame you. From the bottom of his heart, he wouldn't. It's just reasonable that you'll eventually go away and look for something better, someone better.

It wouldn’t be hard for you, he thinks. Anyone would be lucky to fall into the coffins of your heart. Joker knows he is.

But, eventually, when you do go away, he knows he'll be devastated — crushed even. It would hurt more than any punch he ever felt.

Argh, why is he thinking about this now?

He should just enjoy it while it lasts.

Sooner than he'd like, he arrives at his front door. With his bruised hand, he reaches for his keys, and with a bit of trouble he gets the door open letting himself enter the house.

Of course, the lights are off, and Joker doesn't attempt to turn them on. He just moves forward, stopping in front of the couch to lay on it.

He feels like he should turn on the TV given old times sake… but he agrees against it. Not only for your sake, since you have work and all tomorrow but also for his fatigue.

The couch, which can't even fit him whole, suddenly feels so comfortable for him, and he notices how beat he is and how strong the punches that hit him really were.

He is about to drift off and rest when the sound of a door opening startles him. He scrunches his face from the pain when he forces his body to sit up to see what's happening.

"Baby?"

Your figure appears from the hallway. Joker sees you rubbing your eyes.

"Did I wake ya?" He closes his eyes, and his head drops on the arm of the couch. His arms give up soon later, and he's laying on the sofa once again.

"No… Well, maybe." You smile sleepy. "I don't mind."

"Are you okay?" You approach him. "Why didn't you come to bed?"

Given his lack of response, you just sit down on the little table in front of him.

"Baby." You sing in a whisper. "Does it hurt?"

Joker feels your hands tenderly touching his jaw and moving slowly to his chin.

"Nah, don' wo'ry."

"Help me get you up. Can't have you sleeping on the couch."

You try pulling his arm, but he's not bulging.

"Baby, come on."

"M tir'd."

"I know, but you can't sleep here!"

Your boyfriend grunts, and then he slowly moves his body. You help him out how you can, and he's finally on his feet. You both make your way towards the bedroom.

As soon as you show him the bed, Joker falls on it, hitting the mattress with a tumpt. Snoring fills your ears no long after.

He must be really tired. Normally, Joker would take a while to drift off.

It pains you to see him all bruised and hurt, but you know it's not up to you to change his lifestyle. You're not with him to order him around. You're with him because you accept all of him. His messes and flaws.

Picking up a blanket from the closet, you walk towards your boyfriend's sleeping figure and put it over him. You move to the other side of the bed to accommodate yourself and lay beside him underneath the covers.

Joker looks good sleeping, you think. He looks happy... Without a worry in the world, and you wish you could keep him like that all the time.

"I love you so much." You tell him, brushing his hair with your hand. "You wouldn't believe just how much."

Moving forward, you place kisses on his forehead and cheek.

Joker shifts in his sleep and you feel his arms reaching for you. They wrap around your torso and bring your frame closer to him. His breathing hits your chest.

You're not totally sure if this relationship will last if you think it through. Both of your worlds are so different, but… But you'll stand by his side as long as he wants you to. As long as he allows you to.

Because with him you feel safe and sound, because with him you want to cry and laugh.

Because with him you have this need to protect the absolute beast of a man that lays sleeping calmly above you.

Because you love him.

© 𝙨𝙧𝙜𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙮 2023

[sadistic-kiss]

Use Me (Kinktober Fic)

Succubus Reader x Various JJK Men

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.Chapter Two.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

You crawled behind Choso, traversing over carpet and tile floor. Luckily he naturally walked slowly, some of the others walked quicker on purpose.

Now that you were inside the house you could hear the music much clearer. They were playing Halloween music and even had decorations up to match. Were they about to throw a party? When you entered the kitchen and saw the three giant kegs you knew that's what was about to happen.

That can't be good. You hope they don't kick you out, you were starving.

"Lay down." Choso commanded.

You looked over to see he was pointing at a giant pink fluffy bed sitting on the side of the kitchen. That was new.

"When-"

"Ah ah- I didn't say speak I said lay down." He pointed again with a bit more force.

You crawled into the bed and got comfortable, lying down as you looked up at Choso.

He cracked the smallest grin, "Good girl." He praised petting your head as you purred excitedly. He then stood up and went to the fridge, "Sukuna got it for you. Thought you might like it." He chuckled while searching for something to eat.

Even though he was talking to you, you couldn't talk back, not unless they told you to speak or asked you a question.

Honestly, it wasn't always like this. When you first met them they had released you from your slumber so you could help them find a curse. Between helping them or sleeping for eternity you chose your best option. They had aided you and you helped them. Killing whatever curse spirit they needed.

Everything was perfect.

It wasn't until you accidentally killed their best friend, then they started treating you differently. You told the man that he wouldn't survive and he wanted to sleep with you anyway! Who were you to turn down a meal!?

Food was food.

Apparently, you chose wrong and you shouldn't have done it. Human morals were so weird but you were learning bit by bit. They didn't like it when you hurt their people...only other people...bad people...the people they tell you to hurt....It was a work in progress.

Your body burned, bringing you back to why you were here in the first place. You released a light whimper staring at Choso as he scratched his abs under his long-sleeved grey shirt. Your mouth watered wanting to lick upon his stomach among other things.

"Quiet pet." He spoke without looking your way. He finally found something, pulling out a few things.

You pout, observing him as he moves around the kitchen cooking. About five minutes in you heard someone coming. You sat up excitedly hoping whoever it was would bless you.

Gojo came rushing in dressed like a Roman king with a leaf-like crown. He was talking on the phone.

"We are gonna need to get a new battery for the hockey table-oh what the fuck!" Gojo shouted.

"What?" Getou's voice boomed loudly on the phone.

"What the hell is she doing here!?" Gojo hollered while looking at Choso for an explanation.

"Why are you acting like I summoned her or some shit." Choso questioned with a twitch of his brow.

"Awww is it our kitten?" Getou cooed.

"No aww! She's going to kill everyone!"

"Did you want me to leave her outside?" Choso questioned.

Gojo glared at you as you gave him your puppy eyes and a little poke of your lip.

'Please don't kick me out please don't kick me out.'

"I swear to Tengen if one person dies tonight you will never come back, got it?"

You nodded quickly as Gojo sighed looking at Choso. "Where is Aiko?"

"She sent them away."

"What why?"

"She said they would have died if they touched her because of how minuscule their curse energy was."

Gojo smacked his forehead with a little growl, "Fuck I forgot about that."

"Forgot about what?" Sukuna popped in catching the end of the conversation. He was dressed up as a Viking, suns out guns out. Two knives clipped to his hips. Knowing him they were most definitely real. You wouldn't be surprised if the fur he wore was also real and something he hunted himself.

"Our problem pet." Gojo pointed to you.

Sukuna's face lit up as he saw you, his lips pulling up into a wide grin, "Aye~ look who it is, my little slut." You chirped at him as he got down, he nudged you so you could roll on your back.

When you did he chuckled while rubbing your stomach. You were so touched starved you moaned while looking up at him pitifully. You didn't care how degrading this was, as long as you allowed Sukuna to do what he wanted he was quick to give you a reward. He was sadistically twisted and just as needy. He also had a shit ton of curse energy to spare.

"You like the bed I got you?" He grinned wickedly while inching toward the lower part of your belly.

You nodded, leaning into his other hand as it cupped your cheek.

"Poor thing, must be so hungry." He clicked his tongue.

You blinked your eyes quickly, whimpering some more. 'Yes so hungry! Feed me!' you wanted to scream.

"I gotcha kitten." He got up going into the kitchen cabinet.

"Oi!" Gojo threw up his arms, "Are we not gonna talk about our problem?"

"What's the problem?" Sukuna questioned getting out two pink bowls with diamonds on them.

Oh fucking hell.

"We are throwing a party and if someone touches our pet then it's lights out!"

Choso finished cooking, plating his food, "Why not keep her in one of our rooms." He slid onto the barstool saying a quick prayer before digging in.

"No way." Sukuna growled, "I'll fucking watch her."

Gojo scoffed, "You just want to parade her around on your dick."

"Don't act like you won't do it too."

"Maybe, but if she kills too many people the elders are going to get involved and they're already up our asses as it is."

"Maybe we can let only those with a decent amount of curse energy in." Getou suggested.

"Hm~ Enough to survive at least a little bump from our pet."

"Oooor~ She can do what she did with Aika." Choso spoke while chewing.

"Fine fine!" Gojo looked toward you, "Anyone that you might accidentally kill send them away, can you do that?"

You were caught by surprise when the conversation shifted to you. From their back and forth, you realized they wanted you to be here just as much as you wanted to be here.

"Yeah... I can do that... but it does take some of my energy to do so..." you spoke while cocking your head to the side sheepishly. "...and I am quite...depleted..."

"What do you think I got these for?" Sukuna questioned bringing you the two bowls. Sukuna filled one of the bowls with water and the other with a few scoops of peanuts.

This again… it was their little joke that they came up with after Getou asked if you wanted his nuts and you agreed eagerly only to be disappointed when he gave you a handful of peanuts. You don't even need to eat or drink like a human does. All you needed was their attention and affection, but they knew that all too well. They liked you begging and pleading. They liked you desperate. It was all part of their sadistic ways. Toying with you and searching for your limits.

Sukuna tapped your bowl with a black nail, "Come on pet, go ahead and eat."

You sighed looking into the bowls. You were starting to question if you had any limits or if you were just that far gone.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.Chapter Three.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

Me to me: yes just some light pet play, mainly the leash and collar.

Sukuna: and I took that personally

[lupunsus]

lots of people like bunny hybrid, but I already have Gorou so I'll expand more on Tighnari so the fucker will come home.

based on genshin hybrid au by @cinnamonest

warning: ashamed novice writer writes bad smut, tighnari drugs, manipulates, and almost eats reader several times while treating them like a living fleshlight as well as emergency food. Reader is also degraded because he thinks you're a dumb bunny who can't do anything themselves :(

In a previous post, I left off on the cute floppy eared bunny, obliviously eating an aphrodisiac flower, which makes Tighnari throw all senses out of the window and act on his predatory instincts.

Of course, as a fennec fox, he had to have a taste of your blood first. What's the harm in biting down a little too hard on those cute ears of yours? Don't cry. You clearly wanted someone to breed you. Why else would you eat such a thing in his garden? Even if you didn't know, it's too late to go back now. As a fennec fox, he already saw you as his mate. And his kind mates for life. Do yours too? It doesn't matter. Tighnari will keep you in his den far away from the humans, in a nest he lovingly made for you, and you alone.

You should be thankful he chose you. Nobody else will be able to satiate you when he conducts his specialized research focused on how your body reacts to being his mate.

For now, he can't get enough of the feeling of your little insides suffocating him. It's a bit hard to get his knot in, but it must mean it's your first time. He'd reassure you and be more gentle, but it won't be long until the flower takes effect and turns you into a stupid whore begging for his knot. Ah, but should he call you that? You're just an innocent bunny who knows nothing of the human language. It isn't your fault that you were born without ever receiving an upbringing similar to what he had.

Tighnari would think of it as a sad thing, as maybe if you had an ounce of knowledge, you'd know better to assume he wouldn't devour an adorable thing like you are. He bets you don't even have a name or an identity. He'll teach you to address yourself as "Tighnari's Mate." The only name you'll ever need as the only place you'll be is by his side, coupling to his heart's content.

You don't understand the feeling of something trying to force its way into you.

At first, it hurt so much. Even worse than how hard he'd bite into your skin and tear it with his claws. It wasn't hard for him to mark his new territory as you were bare for everyone to see. But it was because you didn't need clothes! You were a wild animal, of course, and they'd be unconventional to wear if you needed to escape. Would it have been better to have something to cover you? Just to help shield yourself from the onslaught of his attacks? Why did it start to feel good? Like a feeling of pleasure and content. An itch that's finally been scratched.

When Tighnari finally forced his knot inside, you came.

This was your first time having this kind of experience, and it was exhausting. Not even the flower could keep you from passing out. It didn't matter to Tighnari, too drunk on how absolutely tight you became, the feeling of being smothered within your warm insides driving him crazy. He emptied his load into you soon after, sinking his teeth and claws into your flesh while he rode out his high. If this is how it felt to breed you, he really had to control the predatory urge to eat you.

His private quarters weren't too far. He mainly uses it when he's going through his ruts or when he absolutely can not be bothered. But it only means he can enjoy the feeling of keeping his knot inside without anyone walking in on the two of you. It crossed his mind before on whether someone would see you being bred out in the open by him, but after experiencing your sweet, delicious body, Tighnari was willing to take the risk. But you looked as though a wild animal got to you, so he would be in big trouble as it looked as though he fucked you while you were injured, but it was obvious that those were "love bites" by his design.

It's good he knows how to patch someone up. Such a cute bunny like you deserves to be kept. He can teach you how to be a good mate in his standard. What the different chirps he makes mean, how to tell his mood based on his body language, how to kiss him, his favourite position to take you in,

Ah, he's beginning to get hard again. You wouldn't mind taking in some more of his love while he bandages and licks your wounds clean, would you? Of course not. You're his beloved mate. Leaving him isn't a choice either, not when he can just make it so that you're too drugged to even walk properly. To have you crave him as much as he hungers for you. Just thinking about the future he has planned for the two of you is enough to bring him to the edge once more.

Tighnari thinks he can get used to this lifestyle.

You, on the other hand, can't even remember your life before meeting your mate.

Being so weak and unable to walk for long, he was attentive to all of your needs. It makes you feel useless to see him do things you're supposed to do, but he insists that he wants to do them. Reassuring you lovingly by nuzzling against you and whispering some words that you didn't understand. It's okay, though. The only words you need to know are the ones he teaches you. From calling him your "beloved mate" to breathily moaning out the filthiest things that will get him going.

Tighnari is always kind enough to give you "love marks" as well. Even if they hurt at first, they are meant to represent how much he loves you, as they remain on your body for long periods of time. And when they start to disappear, he leaves more, sometimes biting down to the point where you think he'll eat you alive. It's okay, some panicked squeaks and "Mm! H-Hurts..." Will snap him out of the trance. He always feels so guilty until he licks at the wound. The taste of your blood is so sweet to him. It's addicting.

The only way to get him to realize his precious little bunny is also his one and only mate is to try to intertwine your fingers with his own. Tighnari taught you that it's what mates do to tell each other that their love is true and will last forever.

"For, rever?" You curiously asked one day, looking up at him during another breeding session. He almost came then and there from how adorable you looked, but managed to stop himself and halt his movements. "Even after your eyes close for a long time." Was his response, but it was more of a reminder to himself to rein his instincts in when he gets too far. He's taught you to trust and love him unconditionally. Even if he were to eat you alive someday, you'd still look at him with hazy and unfocused eyes filled with love and adoration.

He's drugged you to rely on him and only him, to see him as your mate. Tighnari knows that if anyone were to see you two now, you'd be taken away from him, as people would see this entire relationship as toxic and inhumane. But without him, you'd probably be in the hands of some degenerate pervert who couldn't even experience sex with a fellow human. To him, though, you weren't something to be used, but something that provided nourishment to both his body and soul.

And if you were to be moved away from him, he'd be no better than other hybrids that developed an attachment to their masters. After all, no matter how many times Tighnari may use you as he pleases, and how incapacitated he's made you with drugs, you are the only thing that can bring Tighnari to his knees.

It contradicts the way he treats you, but he truly wishes to see you happy while in his care. Even if you're not in the proper state of mind to realize that all of this is wrong and against your nature. That you have to run away from this man and live in a completely different country just to feel safe. But when he considers gradually decreasing the amount of drugs he has you on, he fears that the heaven he made for the two of you will completely disappear. And he'll have to eat you so the two of you can truly be together forever.

Tighnari has a feeling that a close friend of his knows about the secret he's kept from the other forest rangers, but seeing your tuckered out form laying in your shared nest, he decides that his friend would've stopped him a long time ago if they felt that his actions were truly wrong. But he can't help but consider a life with just you. The Withering has stopped appearing, and Collei's disease has been cured. Would it be ok to live in seclusion and succumb to his animal instincts?

"Mate..." You're calling out for him even in your dreams. He thinks you know when he's lost in his thoughts, as your actions bring him back to the present. Tighnari always sleeps with your naked bodies pressed closed together, to the point where one could consider it an attempt to strangle them. But you're used to it. Your body can tell when he doesn't have a protective grip on you, and you get really pouty in the mornings. He thinks it's adorable and apologizes by emptying several loads of his love into your body.

As Tighnari presses himself closer, nuzzling and licking at your cheeks, he wonders if he can make a potion that'll make you start lactating. When he succeeds, he'll consider finding a way to make you give birth to a healthy litter. And if there really is no way to make you compatible with his seed, he'll just fuck you enough times so your tummy stays round and full of him.

He doesn't mind pretending you're pregnant with his pups

[callsignfate]

Valeria x chaotic wife pt. 2

(I had a lot of fun writing the last one, and people seemed to like it, so here's Pt. 2.)

Part One/ Part Two/ Part Three/ Part Four/ Part Five

Part Six/ Part Seven/

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R/N: My stomach hurts.

Valeria: What have you eaten today?

R/N: Energy drink and air.

Valeria (tired of your shit): GO EAT SOMETHING, AND IM NOT TALKING ABOUT SWEETS OR THE SAME MEAL YOU EAT EVERYDAY. TRY SOMETHING HEALTHY.

R/N: ...no

Valeria: ...run.

R/N sprinting away: WAIT, I WAS KIDDING

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R/N bursting into Valeria's office while she's in a meeting with a few men: VAL!

Valeria: I'm working. Can't you see I'm in a meeting?

R/N: I can, I just don't care.

Valeria: ...

R/N: Anyways, I found this.

Valeria: ..is that a puppy?

R/N holding up a puppy: I've named them Noir.

Valeria: You can't keep a puppy h-

R/N: I WILL RUN AWAY.

Valeria: ...fine.

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R/N walking silently with Valeria as she talks on the phone: ...

Valeria finally hanging up: You were about to combust having to be silent, weren't you?

R/N: THE BRAIN NAMED ITSELF, ALL OF THE BODY PARTS, HUMAN BRAINS NAMED EVERYTHING.

Valeria: (muttering under her breath in pure annoyance)

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Valeria: You're only a brat because you didn't have a safe space growing up where you could say no and still receive the affection you needed.

R/N: IM JUST TRYING TO ENJOY MY CEREAL!

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R/N: I'm attention starved.

Valeria: I asked you to move off of my lap so I could work 5 minutes ago.

R/N: But, you were busy all day yesterday.

Valeria: ... I don't have time for your mommy issues right now.

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Valeria (walking by the stairs talking to her men): I don't care, just get the job fucking done. Now-

R/N (falling down the stairs because she got excited to see Valeria): SCNSOSJWNDJEKE OW.

Valeria (who just watched you fall down the stairs into one of her men that was at the bottom): I need better baby gates.

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R/N: Honestly, I would say I listen pretty well

Valeria: I wouldn't say that.

R/N: I LISTEN!

Valeria: Go drink water, eat something that isn't your safe foods, and spend 10 minutes outside.

R/N: ... I listen sometimes.

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R/N: I would die for you.

Valeria: I'd rather you didn't.

R/N: I'd live for you.

Valeria: You lived before me.

R/N: I'll go drink a glass of water.

Valeria: You really do love me.

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Valeria: I need to do some things, that you can't be around for.

R/N: ...Okay, I'll find something to do.

Valeria: Good, I'll be back in a few hours.

R/N: HOURS?!

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R/N who forced a few of Valeria's men to see the barbie movie with her while Valeria was out: Wasn't that really good?

The men agreeing because they are scared of R/N and Valeria: So good!

Valeria: ...why are they all dressed in pink and holding popcorn?

R/N: We watched the barbie movie together!

Valeria: (muttering under her breath in Spanish as she waves her men to go away)

R/N pouting that they have to leave: Awe my forced friends.

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[leonenjoyer69]

Hi!!! Guess who has an AU of an AU now? Yeah, so here's the fresh Vampire Elias AU, art and vague lore! Also you can't tell me Hyde wouldn't play dress up with a vampire

I don't even remember how this idea came about, but I've been doing stuff non stop with it for the past 3 days 💀

So! Lore and details-- (also, color-pickable refs at the bottom)

Elias got turned while out walking around a park with Lanyon. The two were actually mostly getting along when Elias got attacked, and he wasn't able to really fight them off through the panic (and with Lanyon yelling in his head) so, he got turned.

The HJ7 is able to supress a bit of stuff, and basically mostly keeps Lanyon from turning (bc I say so, magic potion), but Elias is definitely still a vampire. He only has one eye that mostly turned red, on the side he was bit. He wears an eyepatch over that eye, unless he's alone or just with Jekyll/hyde where he knows they won't be disturbed. his ears pointed a little, and of course he has sharper teeth. His skin also grew a bit paler and a bit more ashy looking, and his flush isn't as strong. He's also sensitive to light, mostly in his red eye, and his skin stings a bit when he's exposed in the sun too long.

He also has a lot more control over his vampiric impulses, and for a while basically starves himself of blood out of guilt (until Jekyll and/or Hyde find out and force him to feed from them. Hyde is *very* excited to have a vampire boyfriend. He's,,, quite into it. Jekyll won't let Hyde get turned (though Elias wouldn't do it anyways)). At a point, he'd probably try feeding on himself, but quickly stop when he realizes that it makes him sick. His bat form is a little white fruit bat (or something of the sort, I just want him to be fed fruits man) ALSO, @historysphysiciann HAS SOME REALLY AWESOME VAMPIRE ELIAS ART WITH HIS LIL BAT FORM :D

Onto Lanyon, he does get a few of the physical traits, (his eyes have a slight red tint, his teeth are the slightest bit sharper, but grow a tad bit more around blood, slightly pointer ears, slightly paler skin (especially when Elias is basically starving himself), etc.) But certainly to a lesser degree than Elias. He can also still eat normal food, just has a craving for meat more. Also, he *can* drink blood for the both of them, but it's a very gross concept to him and he only has a slight taste for it, so it's still something he avoids. Otherwise, he's still mostly human, and his heart still pumps, just a decent bit slower. He gets cold quite easily now.

Elias's heart still vaguely pumps, but it's mainly because of the HJ7-induced adrenaline.

Also! Elias doesn't have a reflection any more, so he can only see Lanyon in mirrors now. When Lanyon's in control, he still has a reflection, but it's slightly blurry. He can also still see Elias in the mirror, since the HJ7 reflection and shadow thing is just like, a hallucination or manifestation of the other half.

A buncha folks on discord also made him angsty after just turning. Someone asks for directions or such and a freshly turned Elias can't control his urges, since he's freshly drained, and attacks the person. Lanyon forces a transformation in a panic, leaving the person not dead, and runs off to the society to find Jekyll or Hyde. That doesn't really have to be canon lmao, still fun tho

ANYWAYS YEAH, THIS IS NOT CANON TO THE LANYON TAKES THE POTION AU, THIS IS JUST,,, ANOTHER AU OF THAT 💀💀 for funsies 😋 also, he WILL be on art fight, as a seperate character from normal Elias :3

FEEL FREE TO ASK ANY QUESTIONS ABOUT THIS NEW AU >:33

[montammil]

Forever Be Mine, part 6

This one is pretty relaxed compared to the last few parts lol. Here's the masterlist!

CW: Stockholm syndrome, manipulation, mentions of torture/murder, implied noncon, intimate whumper

...

"Felicity? Can I ask you something?"

"Make it quick, I'm a little busy. If you need money, I can send you some later today."

"I'm not Griff. I was wondering if you had any... relationship advice?"

"And you called me out of all people?" Felicity snorted. "I'm too much of a workaholic to even consider love. As long as you haven't been stalking them, I'm sure you'll be fine." Rowan went silent. "Goddammit, Rowan. Again?"

Rowan wouldn't dare tell her he went even farther than just that. "He hates me. What do I do?"

"I don't know the guy, I don't know what he's into. Probably people not creeping on him," she huffed. "Give him something he likes--and not something you like that you want him to like. Not a hundred roses or some expensive brand of wine he's probably never heard of. Treat him like an actual human with thoughts and emotions and not some pampered pet. Just... be normal." There was talking in the background. "I gotta go. I think you'd have more luck asking Griffin about this."

As if, Rowan bitterly thought. Griffin's idea of romance was fast food and video games. "Fine. Talk to you later."

"Don't do anything stupid." And then she hung up.

Rowan sighed and leaned back in his chair, staring at his ceiling. This entire time he had been forcing Sawyer to conform to his ideas of romance, so perhaps it was time to take some advice for once. He was desperate. Hopefully after this, Sawyer would see him for the perfect boyfriend he was, and come crawling into his arms with love and devotion.

An idea popped into his head.

Sawyer flinched when the shed door creaked open. Rowan knelt down, draping his large coat over his shivering form. He cut the rope and helped Sawyer into the warm coat.

"Let's get you inside, babydoll. You're ice-cold," Rowan murmured, holding Sawyer's hand and walking him inside the cabin.

Rowan brought him to the bathroom, and to Sawyer's shock, left him alone to his own devices. Sawyer turned on the bathtub's tap, waiting until the water was steaming. He slowly sunk into it. It was heaven compared to the freezing temperature he was kept at in the shed. He sunk lower until only his eyes were peeking over the water level.

Once he was warmed up, his mind wandered to Rowan's behavior. Despite not knowing him for long, he figured the first thing his captor would do would be to ramble and insist on giving him zero personal space.

Did he grow tired of him? Did this mean he'd let him go? Or...

Sawyer shook his head. He tried not to think too hard about it and washed himself as fast as possible. When he was done, he climbed out and dried off, finding a pair of neatly folded clothes on the counter. He put them over his aching limbs, just a normal t-shirt and sweatpants. He exited the bathroom to find Rowan waiting for him, holding a bowl of what he assumed was tomato basil soup.

"How was your bath?" Rowan asked, motioning to the couch. Sawyer obeyed and sat down beside him.

"Nice. Thanks," Sawyer whispered.

"Here. You must be hungry." He took the bowl from Rowan and held it close, letting the heat warm him up. "Eat up." He picked up the spoon and dipped it into the red liquid. The spoon was trembling in his hand.

Rowan didn't miss it, because of course he didn't. "Do you want me to feed you?"

Sawyer shook his head. "No. I got it." He didn't, but there was no way he was going to be coddled even more by his kidnapper. He ignored Rowan's burning gaze on him and he ate the soup in small bites. He couldn't understand Rowan, nor did he really want to. All he could do was keep him happy enough so he didn't end up back in that awful shed. He offered his empty bowl. "Thanks."

He smiled and took it. "You're welcome. Stay right there, I got you a present!"

If he had learnt anything about Rowan these past few weeks, it was that his gifts sucked. Sawyer never wanted to look at expensive jewelry or roses ever again. He wondered what horrible gift he was going to receive now. Probably a collar, at this point.

Rowan came back holding something small in his arms. Sawyer curiously stood up to get a better look at it, just to see a small white cat curled up in his arms. Sawyer froze. Rowan approached him with a huge smile on his face.

"What..." Sawyer could barely speak, his hand reached out to the cat, who happily rubbed his face on his palm. "What did you do?"

"I knew you liked cats, and even though I'm not the most fond of animals, love is about making sacrifices. And before you say anything, I didn't buy him from a breeder." He handed the tiny fluff ball to Sawyer. "He had previous owners who got rid of him because he's deaf, or so that's what the shelter said. He's perfectly healthy."

Sawyer looked at him then at the cat. "You're giving me a cat?"

"Yes! Don't you love him?" Sawyer nodded. "See? I'm a good partner!" Rowan smiled proudly.

If Sawyer weren't so distracted by the cat in his arms, he would've scoffed. Instead, he cradled the furball to his chest. "What's his name?"

"Whatever you want it to be, my love."

He frowned and rubbed a finger between the kitten's eyes. "Casper." He still hated Rowan's guts, and he felt anxious now that a cat was in this fucked up situation, but it was hard to be mad at him right now. He was a sucker for cute things, and this fluffy creature was purring contentedly in his hold. He almost forgot that this whole scenario was forced upon him by Rowan. Almost.

Rowan placed his hands on Sawyer's waist, but didn't push things any further. He leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "Do you like him?"

Sawyer didn't want to be too thankful, lest Rowan got ideas that he owed him something. Besides that, he still hated his guts. "Yeah. He's cute." He hugged Casper a little closer to him.

"I knew you'd love him!" Rowan beamed. "Now that I have your approval, I'll get some toys for him. I already got food and a litter box. Anything specific you want for him? I've never owned any animals, so I don't know much about taking care of one." He sheepishly smiled. "Maybe a collar and a bed for him? I'll let you pick them out, and I can pick them up from the store."

"Uh, yeah, a collar, and a bed would be great. Thank you," Sawyer mumbled, still hugging the cat tightly. "And maybe a scratching post."

He didn't like the happy expression on Rowan's face, the bastard didn't deserve to be pleased, but he couldn't help himself when a soft cat was purring in his arms. He always wanted a cat, but due to money being tight, he never wanted to bring another living creature into his shitty living situation.

And even now he didn't, because it was somehow worse... but it'd be nice for someone other than Rowan to keep him company. It was selfish, he knew, but he was so lonely here that he was willing to subject a cat to Rowan.

"What is your ideal date?" Rowan's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Not with you."

"Sawyer," Rowan warned. He placed his hand on Sawyer's shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

He sighed. "I dunno. I haven't been on many dates. An aquarium sounds cute, but I know that'd be too public for you, right?" It was meant as a sarcastic jab, but Rowan took it genuine and nodded. Sawyer resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "I like ice skating, but I guess that's also not your type of scene. Whatever, doesn't matter anyway. I'm gonna go to bed."

Rowan watched the man walk off with Casper still in his arms. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

...

"What's this?"

"A lake to skate on! I made sure it was thick enough to walk on without breaking. And after this, we can have some hot cocoa and a nice cuddle session by the fire."

"Uh... that's... cool." Sawyer scratched the back of his neck. "I guess. But uh... why?"

"Because you wanted to go ice skating. And since a public skating rink would be trouble, I decided this would do. Again, I made sure it's safe, so don't worry your pretty little head about that." Rowan booped Sawyer's nose. "I ordered us some ice skates too, of course." He grabbed two pairs of black ice skates from the car's trunk. He led him to a log, brushing off the snow, and then gestured for Sawyer to sit.

Sawyer did so, albeit reluctantly. He watched Rowan kneel to slide his shoes off and replace them with the skates. It got harder to resist the urge to kick him when Rowan pressed a kiss to his ankle as he laced up the boots for him.

As Rowan put on his own pair, Sawyer got curious. "Have you ever ice skated before?"

"Well... no, but it can't be that hard, right? How different could it be from roller-skating?" Sawyer chuckled at his ignorance. Oh, he'd have fun watching him tumble around. "I'm excited to try it with you." He pulled Sawyer up, walking awkwardly to the frozen lake. "Just... hold onto me so you don't fall," Rowan advised, intertwining their gloved fingers.

Sawyer didn't know why he didn't pull away. "Alright," he agreed, his other hand clutching onto Rowan's arm.

Rowan stepped onto the ice, wobbling slightly. "Oh, okay, that's a bit harder than I expected." He slid his feet forwards, pulling Sawyer with him. "You're doing okay, right?"

He couldn't help but grin. "Yeah." Rowan looked ridiculous with his lanky limbs sprawled everywhere and his ungraceful movements. It was the funniest thing Sawyer had witnessed in a long while. "Having fun?"

"Oh, yeah, a blast." He slipped and nearly fell, catching himself with his hand on the ground. Sawyer covered his mouth, muffling his laughter. Rowan glared up at him. "Okay, okay, laugh it up. You have a clear advantage over me here." He pushed himself back up to stand. "Help me." Sawyer obliged, extending his hand to Rowan. "How did you even get so good at this?"

Sawyer pulled him up. "Ice skating was a huge hobby of mine when I was a kid. My parents wanted me to do hockey, the more 'manly' sport, but I liked figure skating. They eventually just gave up."

"Do you still ice skate? I don't recall ever seeing you go to any skating rinks..."

Right when Sawyer was starting to relax, he was reminded this man was insane. "I don't. I had to sell my skates when I went broke." He bit his tongue. He hated telling people personal information, let alone people like this. But there wasn't much he could do about it now. He couldn't afford to upset Rowan anymore. He didn't want to be punished again, and he definitely didn't want to be thrown in that godforsaken shed.

He didn't want to see that ever again. Crazy how that was less than a day ago, and now Rowan had the gall to act like none of that happened.

"That's a shame. I bet you looked lovely on the ice." He kissed his forehead. "Well, whenever you like, we always have this area to skate together. At least until it starts melting." Rowan chuckled and moved his legs like a newborn deer attempting to stand. He had fallen again, but he managed to catch himself in time.

A sadistic part of Sawyer sparked whenever he saw Rowan stumble around like an idiot. It felt nice seeing him being the one out of his element, considering everything else he'd put him through. He couldn't help but take enjoyment from the rare opportunity of seeing the usually overly-confident and arrogant Rowan in an uncomfortable position.

Soon enough they both grew tired (aka Rowan was done embarrassing himself) and retreated to the cabin.

Rowan sat Sawyer down and prepared a cup of hot chocolate for him, adding some marshmallows and whipped cream on top. He set it on the coffee table and grabbed a blanket from the couch to drape it over Sawyer. Casper settled on Sawyer's lap and purred loudly, seeking pets.

Sawyer took the mug and blew on it. "Thank you," he mumbled before drinking some of the warm liquid.

"No problem, sweetheart." He sat on the couch next to him and placed his hand on his thigh. Sawyer looked down at it but didn't move away. "How was it?"

"How was what?"

"Our date." Rowan squeezed his leg, thumb rubbing circles on the inside of his thigh. "You didn't say much."

"Well, I was busy laughing at you," Sawyer pointed out, continuing to drink his hot cocoa. He licked away some foam that clung to his lip. Rowan stared at him intently, almost hungrily. "But it was... fine." He paused. "I guess."

"That's it? I expected a little more from you. Especially considering everything I did for you," Rowan scolded, his tone dangerously low. His hand stopped moving and tightened on his leg. Sawyer shivered. "I bought you a fucking cat. I skated with you even though it's freezing out. I cooked your favorite meal. I held back from touching you when I desperately wanted to." He leaned closer. "And I get nothing but a 'fine'?"

"I thought this was to make up for looking me in a damn freezing shed, not to guilt me into kissing your ass," Sawyer replied bluntly.

Rowan scowled. "Don't get snippy with me."

His word choice made Sawyer snort. "Well, sorry I'm feeling 'snippy' after being stalked, kidnapped, branded, and watching you kill a man. Forgive me for not being in a stellar mood." Rowan stood up, and Casper jumped off his lap at the sudden movement. Sawyer realized he made a mistake and was quick to amend it. "I didn't mean it, please don't put me back there."

When Rowan went silent, opting to stare at him, Sawyer realized he wanted him to continue.

"I'm thankful for everything you've done for me... and I loved our date. I'm sorry I'm so nonchalant about everything, I haven't been in a healthy relationship in years. This is just new to me." Sawyer's lip wobbled, only at the thought of being placed in the freezing cold again.

Rowan folded his arms. "I understand that, but I've been so patient with you. I think I deserve something in return, don't I?"

Great, now Sawyer didn't know how to further manipulate himself out of this one. Then, an idea popped in his mind. He dramatically sighed. "I just wished you'd see me for more than sex."

That was all it took for Rowan to fall for his bait. "Sawyer," he began softly, his scowl turning into a concerned frown, "is that all you think I'm after from you?" Sawyer shrugged and averted his eyes, faking embarrassment. Rowan had already fallen for similar acts in the past, but when it came to Sawyer, all logic went out the window. "Oh, honey, that's not true. I don't just want your body, I want everything of yours. Your mind, body, and soul belongs to me, and I want to cherish it all. I don't know why you would ever think so low of me."

Sawyer lowered his head, fighting back a smirk. "Sorry. I'm sorry, it's just hard to believe that sometimes. I'm used to guys being like that."

"I'm not those types of men, my love."

"I know." Rowan was worse. "It's just... that's why I have a hard time showing I'm grateful for things. Because people have done so much for me in the past, just because they wanted a quick fuck." He took joy in seeing how guilty Rowan looked. Good. "So I'm sorry I've been so dismissive. I'll try to be more grateful."

"Oh, sweetheart." Rowan placed a hand on his cheek. "I'll prove it to you. That I'm not like those men. That I truly care about you, not just your body."

Sawyer wasn't buying any of it. But he had Rowan right where he wanted him. Rowan was eating out the palm of his hand, like an eager dog wanting attention. "How?"

"We can cuddle, and watch what ever you want." Rowan grabbed Sawyer's hands, running his thumbs over his knuckles. "I know I can be impatient sometimes when it comes to more... intimate activities, but I'll slow down. Whatever you need. Cuddling you and having your full attention is more than enough for me right now."

"Okay," Sawyer replied simply, making sure not to let his fake shyness slip. He didn't want to oversell this.

Yet the 'for now' didn't go unnoticed. Sawyer had no doubt Rowan would eventually expect more from him again. He just had to hope by then he could manage to escape without incident.

"Then it's a deal!" Rowan beamed. He practically dragged him to the bedroom, tossing Sawyer onto the mattress. "Sorry," Rowan chuckled. Sawyer had to admit, Rowan was incredibly strong, especially for a guy of his build. He easily lifted him and tossed him around like he was light as a feather. Sawyer hoped that wouldn't turn into something disturbing. "Scoot over a bit, I'm going to set up the movie."

Sawyer had to admit, being around Rowan wasn't as insufferable as it was before. Sure, he still despised him, but... when he wanted to, he could be sweet.

Well, as sweet as a manic kidnapper could be.

Rowan let Sawyer choose from the list of movies, to which he settled on a nostalgic 90's film. Rowan wasn't too interested in it, but if it made Sawyer happy, he was glad. He was too busy staring at Sawyer to actually pay attention to the screen. Sawyer was aware of this and refused to give Rowan the satisfaction of him meeting his gaze.

Rowan nuzzled his face into the crook of Sawyer's neck and wrapped an arm around his waist. He peppered kisses along his shoulder and collarbone. Sawyer remained tense under the affectionate touch, not allowing himself to enjoy it even in the slightest.

He tried not to be annoyed with Rowan constantly interrupting his viewing to shower him in attention, but he had a feeling this would happen.

"I'm surprised you're not into this movie," Sawyer muttered. "Do you not like nostalgic things?"

Rowan paused in his ministrations. "Hm? No, I do. I just didn't watch much TV as a child, so I don't know these films. I'm sure it's wonderful." He pressed a kiss to his pulse point. "I'd much rather focus on you anyway."

Sawyer suppressed a sigh of frustration. "Alright then."

Halfway through the movie, Casper hopped on the bed and flopped between Sawyer and Rowan. Sawyer cracked a smile and patted the bed to coax him closer, so he could pet him. Casper purred happily and headbutted Sawyer's hand.

Rowan was less happy. "This is our moment, can't he wait?" he whined.

He huffed and rolled his eyes. "He's a cat, Rowan. He can't see what we're doing. He just wants cuddles."

"So do I!" Rowan exclaimed indignantly.

"You're such a child." Sawyer rolled his eyes, but still scooted closer to Rowan's side, just to shut him up. He leaned against Rowan's chest, keeping a hand on Casper's head to stroke him. He could feel Rowan grinning above him and he repressed the urge to shove him away in disgust. He focused on the screen in front of them, determined to ignore the arms wrapping around him possessively.

It still felt nice to relax for the first time since he had been kidnapped. Not that he was warming up to Rowan, surely not... Sawyer just appreciated having his nerves calmed after that horrible week he endured.

Before the ending credits finished rolling, Sawyer's eyelids grew heavy and he found himself dozing off, head resting against Rowan's chest. He heard Rowan's soft chuckling and a kiss being pressed against his hairline. He grumbled, too tired to care about the intimacy, and just sunk deeper against Rowan's warmth.

...

Taglist: @morning-star-whump

[idkifimawake]

Septem x reader hc +oneshot

Warnings : mentions of blood and maybe mild self harm near the angsty part?

Reader isn't like a symbol but just an angel(no specific gender), To eat a god is a visual novel.Could be ooc , pls don't come after me.

Would probably be cold towards you around other people , they wouldnt even notice you guys were in love and when you're alone with him he would be more softer but still cold nevertheless

If you're smaller than him he would love to nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck

Would feed you if you refused to eat in his domain or if he's in a bad mood he would let you starve

If you're more quiet I feel like he'd like this more since you wouldn't necessarily fight back but if you did he would find it amusing and like pat your head or smthing(idk)

If you're more talkative I feel like he'd love seeing you constantly fight back and know you have like no power against him but he still finds it very amusing.

The more longer you would stay with him the calmer he would be in your presence, I feel like he would start leaving gifts and letting you chose what to eat rather than him force feeding you whatever was healthy

As long as you respected him he would love you back

Quiet reader:

It was another bland day in Septem's domain , another quiet day. Which was nice but not normally what you got from the time you spent in Unum's domain. You had your long luscious wings out , to make yourself calmer. You had to pluck some fresh because they had gone all wierd. A knock was heard at your door , it could only be Septem.

"Come in" you said quietly, putting your wings away. Septem walked in with a plate of food.

"Keep your wings out." His voice was stern and soft. "I will pluck them for you." He would? That was odd , he'd normally leave you to do these things. He put the tray of food next to the bed and sat behind you , touching your wings with his pristine fingers , soothing your soul.

"You know I love you." He said , his voice resonating in your body.

"And I love you back." You said quietly, almost a whisper , you weren't sure if he heard you but it didn't matter at all

Talkative Reader:

It was another boring ass day in Septem's domain. There was no colour. No anything. How you wished to go back into Unum's domain , it was tropical and nice , it reminded you of the time you went to earth and met some humans.

You were lying down on the bed , playing with your feathers. Septem was doing who knows what and you felt like you were going to die of Boredom. It was so tiring and you couldn't leave to Nulla's domain until a bit later.

"Stupid fucking bitch." You said to yourself , sighing and covering your eyes.

"Language." Septems voice rang through your ears , he was right beside you. He just got here.

" 'm sorry." You said with a grin on your face , it was your favourite time of the day , to bother Septem. "Did I break one of the rules again?"

"I have told you multiple times and you seem to already forget , is your soul worse than your body?" He said strictly, standing up to his full height.

"Why don't you go through the rules for me again , m'kay , I'll listen you to real good." You said grinning , staring up at him. Septem thought about and sat down on the bed , you put your head on his lap as he started going through the rules again.

Angsty stuff(inspired by the Nevemore Webtoon):

It was all so bland , all white , you thought you were going insane. No colour no nothing. It was like it was a limbo , you were in a bridge between life and death. You began clawing at the walls , destroying simple things to table and pillows to the bed itself. He hadn't let you out because of your atrocious behaviour but his ideals didn't help , your feathers had been whizzing around his house , grabbing food that he had purposely let out for you to take.

You were currently lying down on the bed , staring at the ceiling , what should you do to get more colour? Unum's domain was bright and vibrant but he refused to let you out , you couldn't even call for Nulla since he would be powerless in this situation.

After a few days you stopped letting feathers take food into your room. He found this unusual and he started knocking on your door , you didn't reply.

"(Y/n)?" He asked politely, knowing the door , you didn't reply but he did hear laughing , he forcefully opened the door and there he saw you, there was red all over the walls which he presumed to be blood.

"Look, my love, I found colour , there will be a change!" You had gone completely insane and he hadn't planned for this. You kept laughing and laughing like a demon, your feathers had been ripped but were only slightly bloody.

"(Y/n) I-." He stood next to you, seeing all the blood. "I- I'm sorry." He said , sitting next to you, he held his hand up to the wall , turning it back to the original state.

You sighed , putting your hands on your head. The colour was the only type of hope you had. The only hope of life!

"Why , why did you do that , Rafael?" You said , staring into his eyes. He fell to the floor , shocked and confused

"H-how do you know?" He looked in pain, maybe there would he more colour?

My requests are open for to eat a god x reader things

[justablah56]

Okayokayokay so the neanderthal burger theory (silly name i made up) is one of the hypothesized reasons neanderthals went extinct, but we didn't

When most people think of neanderthals they imagine catoonish cave men holding wooden clubs and communicating in grunts, which is not true at all! Neanderthals were actually incredibly smart. By looking at there throat and mouth structures and there dna sequences we can tell they had the same capabilities for speech as homosapins, they discovered fire around the same time as us, and made and used a lot of the same tools as well. They even figured out how to make pitch from birch trees and use it as glue which is different to do even today. Anyway what I'm getting at is they weren't stupid, neanderthals and homosapian largely had very similar levels of intelligence!

There are a handful of reasons they went extinct and we didn't( neanderthals were less social, didn't trade between tribes as much, homosapins might have given them diseases, we also fucked neanderthals a lot which certainly didn't help there species/etc) but the one i think about the most is the fact they might have died out because they were too strong.

Neanderthals, on average, have a handful of physical differences from homosapiens, they had a thicker brow ridge, wider noses, lighter skin tones, and most importantly an over all thicker and more robust build. Neanderthals where build like short power lifters.

Neanderthals had way more muscle mass then homosapiens, and they put on muscle (and fat)faster/easier then we do/did. This would have been good for them at first, they lived further up north the us, we came form Africa but neanderthals evolved in Europe, they also hunted uses for brute force then us. Early neanderthals would have chased there prey like us, but theu would have chased slower prey and then fight it once they caught it. Were as we would chase animals until they gave up and let us kill them or they dropped dead from exhaustion. So being fatter and stronger was good for neanderthals, they had to fight more run less and live in colder places!

Until we both started making tools, and meet each other.

Humans and neanderthals both made tools like spears used for hunting, our tool making and using capabilities were very similar! But as neanderthals moved south out of Europe and we moved north out of africa we meet each other! And we hunted (and foraged for) the same foods and animals, and we had the same tools to use. And now, because we had tools, we had both started to move away from our old hunting styles and hunt in ways that prioritized the tools we had instead of what evolution gave us to hunt with. So we also largely hunted in the same way.

If you have ever talked to a gym bro, you know they love protein, protein is needed to grow muscle. Because neanderthals grew muscle easier/quicker then homosapiens they needed more protein then us. But we were hunting the same foods, in the same places, with the same tools, and very similar hunting styles.

Which means both species were getting the same amount of food/calories/protein. But the neanderthals needed more than us. So, for instance, if a homosapien and a neanderthals did the exact same about of physical labor, the homosapien would only need to eat 1 burger to gain back the calories lost, where as the neanderthals would need to eat 2 burgers (where my silly name for this came from lol)

So of course the species that needs more food for the same amount of work would die out/be out-hunted by our twink ancestors!

(Again this is all a theory it cant really be proven given the nature of archaeology. Got all of this from a scishow or pbseons video some time back but i cant find it lol, they have like 50 neanderthal videos i would have to dig through to find the one im thinking of. And this wouldn't be the only reason they went extinct, like i stated before theres a handful of small things that all added up to being to much for neanderthals to survive. And depending on your definition of extinct they might not be! About 5% of the population has trace amounts of neanderthals DNA because our species where so closely related and we looked so similar we inter breeded a lot! So much infact the human Y chromosome completely replicated the neanderthal Y chromosome lol)

Aannnnddd goodnight *the light go out and curtains draw closed*

oOoooo that's v neat !!!!! also love that you call it the burger theory despite it literally having nothing to do with burgers other than like . they're eating something . brilliant ily vik <3 but no that's so interesting , like they evolved to make hunting easier and require a bit more vs us who evolved that hunting took longer but we required less , and so then when we both developed similar tools to make hunting easier it boosted us both to the same level , so they got a bit better and we got a lot better to meet them , so now hunting is easier for both of us but we still need less and abwndhwkhxa that's so cool !!!!!

[crying-fantasies]

Walking over clouds

Masterlist

It's still a mystery how the insecticons got their human, or their "queen" as they often referred to the then young human.

Some think you got near their nest in the middle of nowhere because they don't like to interact with humans a lot, they feast on what is around and in case food is scarce they'll migrate to better areas to keep on with their big necessity of organic matter to transform it to energon, so while ones think they dragged you inside by force some think you went with them out of you own volution, because no one wants to think about a little organic being forced down by one of them, maybe some do but most decepticons still have bad memories and recharge when they remember Kickback consuming a very much alive cattle mammal whole after Sharpnel told him so, the cleanup was hell.

At first some were worried about this, no matter who you ask, everyone is going to tell you the truth: the insecticons are awful, even their former decepticon partners will tell you so with more force because they had to interact with them.

There was always someone asking you to say the word, only one, or move or give some kind of signal, blink twice or whatever, to start your rescue, you only smiled while Barrage came to you for some snuggles, poking at your side with delicacy, purring, a bloody digit hanging from his mandibles and presenting it to you, "there is nothing wrong", maybe not for you but the bot or person that tries to "help you" gets the message quick and clear while one of your husbands look at them dead in the optics or eyes.

For years, to everyone's surprise, again, you have been the only partner near them, and somehow you've given them way more less destructive manners to obtain food while being accepted by other humans, avoid authorities involving.

A production has ended and they'll burn down the remaining weeds? Your husbands can eat them for free and also burn the rest to ensure a healthy new harvest.

Are there some kind of plague? Be it animals or diseases in the harvest they can eat it in a day.

They like to see you happy, so they listen to what you have to say, and when a problem raises and you have to say: "Ransack, not the sheep" while you stop any of them in their shit you can already see the culprit almost falling to their knees, if you are near then it's better, since they can't go against your will, and if they're caught red handed, just like Ransack, he would not be allowed into your chamber for the next month if he really consumed the animal because one, the farmer wouldn't let you or them near to their farm again after the transgression, one less food resource and one more headache to you, and two, because it's every bot for himself when it comes to times for cuddles or interface and there is only one you, and if they have to kick away one or two of them so they can use the time of the disgraced one for themselves they'll do it without thinking twice before you forgive the culprit and bring him back to your open, loving and forgiving body.

You're good like that, another welcomed characteristic of a good queen of the hive, a good mother of the hive.

No one knows how it happened, but, one day, their usually awful eating behavior stopped almost to the bare minimum before it got even worse, wiping out any life on the place except for the farms because you said those are important (should've been more specific and said that they couldn't eat what is of others in general), the near cities were also assaulted, mostly supermarkets and drugstores were whipped off of vitamin supplements and food edible for humans (also baby formula), it was Chop Shop (there was no evidence but also no doubts), and then the usual once a year strange chitter sound they made was nowhere to be seen or heard for at least five years, some even believed they finally consumed something that ended up with the whole hive, only to be show with the contrary.

The Insecticons were still pretty much alive, with a new member.

Cloudjolt was born in the first days of summer, to everyone's surprise and for no one's too, being the pride and joy of the whole hive even when he is a mech, at first you believed they would be more thrilled over a femme than a male since, well, that's how other hives and insects act in Earth's nature, but no, it could also be result of Cloudjolt being the very first child born and also so small that he could be mistaken with an underdeveloped baby if not for his obvious cybertronian characteristics and the lack of a formed face or limbs that appeared with time.

And, as expected, totally protected from the outside world for most of his existence.

Did he want to go out? Not before you are 50 years old, and then you go out with someone at your side.

Did he want to befriend something out of the hive? No way, humans are trouble and animals are food, Cloudjolt had some problems with that because his carrier is a human, Bombshell's words got back at him like a boomerang and he moved awkwardly while trying to touch your hip tenderly, visor looking at you and asking for forgiveness.

Maybe Venom was being overprotective and paranoid, as usual, with so much rules (the list got to the 154th one and he was being lenient), but none of them was taking any chances, there was no way they would lose or let anything happen to your sparkling, even if all that protection ended with Cloudjolt seeing his first sunshine light when he finally reached 5 years old and his derma finally hardened.

All of that resulted in the youngling practically shouting "ENOUGH" when one of his sires gave him a piece of fruit, totally frustrated with his situation and getting his things, the ones he could take easily with him at least and decided to go out of the hive alone for the first time, all by asking his carrier for permission and taking advantage of your words to the max, taking advantage of the power your words had over your partners and running away from home the first chance he got, he was just so feed up with everything!

You were worried, of course you were when looking the giant beetle flying away to where you couldn't reach when Buzzclaw got you to the exit of the hideout and got next to the others, all your partners looking at the horizon while their wings dropped at their sides in obvious stress.

"Cloudjolt left us just like that"

"He is awful"

"He is heartless"

"..."

"He has grown to be such a fine mech, mech"

"He is a true decepticon now"

Were you surprised by their words? not really, you're more confused on where they got their napkins to dry their tears, apparently proud ones, since they were acting like that then maybe it was normal for Cloudjolt to finally go see the world for himself in this way.

Still, you totally forgot to talk a little bit more with your baby before he jumped helm first to the outside world.

"Cloudjolt, what did you say just now?"

"What?" Why was everyone looking at him like that? "I just said that I miss the warmth of my carrier's gestation chamber", the young bot crossed his arms above his chest, he was purring, or something like that, trying to mimic your EMF to bring himself some calm and less homesickness.

"You remember that-? No, of what gestation chamber are you talking about?!"

He laughs, drinking his cube as if nothing happened, "What? I came from my carrier just like any of us, isn't that right?"

"..."

"You came from your carrier..." Mariah tries to make him correct her, desperately so, while she moves her servos to form a little body, one of an average human, "your very much human carrier"

"Well, yes, of course, I only have one carrier and I'm pretty sure I came from there, I may not have the complete memory but I do remember after I came out, quite gushy and full of fluids but it's understandable with all the flesh"

"..."

"Bro" of course, only Sabersky said shit and that's what he can say from outside in his own altmode.

"Why are you guys looking at me like you don't know..." He can't even finish his question, quickly catching on what is possibly happening, "wait, where do you guys come from-?"

"Enough!" Astrotrain changes back and gets them out of him, no one wants to be crushed inside when he gets back to root mode, looking as he is having little tremors on his derma by only thinking about it in his own way of expressing physical disgust, "Why can't any of you be normal, for Primus' sake?!"

Ah, maybe Cloudjolt would visit you and demand answers from his sires, but really, what is he expecting? Answers in how he was created? How they nursed your body to top healthiness in order to have you survive the whole ordeal? How Bombshell adapted your body slowly but safe within the years? How Sharpnel got his transfluid first to create him? How all of them gave a little portion of themselves in the transfluid that helped to create his body for the new spark, slowly molding inside your body to create a new life? How his own gestational chamber is way less sterile and more functional than most cybertronians?

The insecticons are awful and everybot knows it, now Cloudjolt understands why other bots look at him like they do.

[dephoraowo]

Back to angsty wwx thoughts, I was thinking about his time in the burial mounds. I'm just gonna post all of my stuff here to recollect all the crazy thoughts in my head.

1. How on earth did he survive the fall. He didn't even have his core to heal himself during this time.

2. Yall think the dead bodies were horrible to see in the burial mounds, but have yall ever thought of the smell, like the waste in the xuanwu was already pretty bad, imagine the burial mounds 😭😭😭 (I like to headcannon that wwx's olfactory nerves were damaged really badly after that incident, and the way he just casually hangs out with his corpse buddies? Ngl I love them, but they gotta stink tho? Their bodies could be decaying?)

3. I saw some headcannons of wwx eating corpses as a source of food in the burial mounds, but wouldn't that kill him instead? As cool (yes I'm weird) the idea is, wouldn't he just get food poisoning from eating them? Imagine the diseases he could get.

4. Forget the food he had to eat there. A normal human body can only stand 3 days without water. How and where did wwx get water in the burial mounds?

5. Did he get sick in there? Do you think that place is infected with corpse poision, the poisonous gas we saw in yi city?

6. If he couldn't eat the corpses, then he would have to find some other source of food, maybe the crows? I believe there would be bugs, worms, and rats there as well, cuz u know, dead bodies, but the rats could also contain diseases, the bugs and worms might be too dirty to eat, maybe the crows would be the safest option.

7. I know uncle fourth found fruits in the burial mounds, but like, I believe they were living in a safer part of the burial mounds, more towards the outer area, the area with less dead bodies. The inner area of the burial mounds could be the place wwx was thrown in. And that place wouldn't have grown any good food with the sheer amount of dead bodies piled up.

8. This is another headcannon of mine, I like to think wwx was the one who improved the burial mounds, after he was thrown into it, he somehow manipulated the resentful energy inside of it and made it a better place. (Cleared up the resentment a little bit, and maybe helped a few souls to move on into the afterlife if possible) After all, the Wen remnants managed to live in it for a few years!

9. I like to think he hallucinated a lot in there. Maybe about his shijie and maybe lwj.

10. How on earth did he keep his hair so glossy and smooth (unlike mine ahem ahem)

11. Imagine how suffocating the air was in there.

12. Also do you think he got chased my corpses in the bm, just like how he got chased by the dogs when he was on the streets.

13. Crazy headcannon in coming, but do you think the reason he made Wen Chao eat parts of himself and gave his flesh to his corpse friend to eat was because, he was forced to endure the same thing when he was in the burial mounds????

14. Many people have said what wwx did to Wen Chao and his gang was inhumane, but have you guys considered the possibility that wwx might have had to face the same thing they did in the burial mounds? Maybe he faced even worse than them???

[grunge-princess-nymph]

🩷 ~ For this, it's somewhat a part two of post made by @embercub who I made friends with online. You should go checkout her posts as they are much better than mine. Enjoy!

So far, the only place that Y/N could find was the catacombs under the cathedral. At least it seems the perfect place that the other zombies won't find her.

It has only been couple hours since the whole situation started and she could only assume that Juliet & her family along with Nick are still trying to take the dark purveyors down and sending them back to Rotton World. Or so she thinks?

One of the only good parts of going through all this is carrying a few of human snacks with her in her bag. A pizza, chips, some candy, & a soda. Not the very healthy choice of a travel snack, but in a situation like this, you can only grabbed what you find in stores.

And plush, she got a switch game to play on, a comic book to read, & a tablet to watch something on youtube to pass the time. So, at least she wouldn't die out of boredom.

Way much better than eating worms back at Rotton World. They were one of the only trashy foods in there, besides chum, slop, & maggots. Human food are much better. She should've turned herself into a human years ago.

At the moment, Y/N was merely sitting next close to a column made out of bones eating her pizza while watching some cute cat videos on the tablet. Both blushing from the delectable taste of human food & the joy of cleverness, thinking she had found the perfect hiding place from the undead.

As soon as she wripe the crumbs from her mouth when she has finished eating what's left of her meal, she suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"How incredible! The princess of Rotton World, leaving her home realm to live among the living."

Shit.

Looking up, you saw Sawn, the guy who started all this, standing on top of the podium still holding the book he use to summon the dark purveyors.

"You!" She shouted in a mixer of shock and anger as she automatically stood up, her bag still hung around your shoulders. "You're the one who brought those Mariska, Lewis, and the others here in the earth realm!"

Swan laughed. "And you're the daughter of Killabilly. Which makes sense why the dark purveyors seem to know you."

Y/N glared at him. "Don't waste your bluffing. Cause when Juliet gets a hold you, your gonna wish you hadn't. Speaking of which, where's your friends? Did they just ditched you to..."

Before she can say anything else, the sound of a gunshot was heard behind her and the tablet in her hand was knocked out of gripped as the screen cracked after getting hit by a small object.

"Huh?" Y/N exclaimed in confusing & surprised.

"THERE YOU ARE!!!" Said the voice of a familiar punk.

"Zed..." Y/N mumble nearly flinching as she slowly turned her head behind.

And why wouldn't she when right behind her are the dark purveyors, usually taller than her, looking down at her, not looking very happy, plus making her shrink down.

"Hey, guys...." Y/N said forcing a fake smile on her face. "What had gotten you guys so tense?"

"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!" Zed shouted as he grabbed her shoulder. "DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA HOW WORRY SICK WE WERE?!"

Even Vikke was both upset and angry. "What were you even thinking?!" He shouted. "What were you even doing with that zombie hunting slut?!"

"Guys, calm down, it's not what you thi-" Y/N tried to explain but was cut off by Mariska who hugged her from behind.

"Don't ever do something like this ever again..." Mariska cried as she scolds you. "You know better than to turn yourself into a human and sneaking out of Rotton World...."

"Listen, guys! I can explain everything!" Y/N exclaimed as she struggles to get out of Mariska grasped.

"Explained what exactly?" Josey said, trying to be chill with all of this but finds it impossible due to the hurt. "How you just up and left without telling us? How you turn yourself into one of those freaks? How you just basically gave every zombie in Rotton World a heart attack, if they were still alive?"

"Oh, this has got to be good to hear..." Lewis sneered, sending disappointing glances at Y/N as he cannot believe what you had just pulled back there.

She laughed nervously. "....Well, you see, it's really a funny thing..."

"Can we get to that later?" Swan shouted interrupting the group. "I have a plan for world domination to discuss after helping you find your ruler's daughter."

"Fine...we can talk about this later..." Said Lewis crossing his arms.

"Give us a order, master..." Said Mariska who had finally released Y/N from her arms when turning her attention to Swan.

As the others walked passed Y/N, she starts pondering if Juliet and the others are even still alive or if they're dead. More so, she's more worried about how her father was going to react when he comes up too.

The main reason why she left was mainly because of them. Over the past years, they had became extremely clingy and overly possessive of her. Like they were a group of overbearing parents that never let her do whatever she wanted. Actually, they really do. They just get so jealous whenever they see me talking to other zombies.

At first, she didn't really mind it. They were her friends. She was sure that it was normal. But then it got to the point to where they actually assaulted another zombie she knew and instantly felt like she needed to start living with humans.

As Swan was discussing his evil plans & revenge for whatever the world had put him through, she realized that it would be the perfect opportunity to sneak away while none of them were watching her.

Her eyes shifted to a exit close by. Being very sneaky and quiet, she quietly step by step walk her way toward it.

But just as she was only a few inches away from her friends, she was suddenly grabbed by the hoodie and was lifted up inches from the ground.

"And where do ye think you're going?" Said Viking glaring at her, followed by the rest of the gang.

"Oh, um...nothing..." Y/N said nervously. "Just....going for a little walk? Outside....? And...not trying to escape...?"

They also believe her little white lies. So, she was a bit confident that they're still this one....

...Unfortunately, not this time....

And before she knew it, she was being place inside a bubble created my Mariska and was floating in the middle of the air.

"Now, that should keep you from running off again!" Laughed Zed.

"Uh-huh, and when we get back to our place after we deal with that woe, you are in for a GROOVY MAKEOVER!" Said Josey in a electronic voice.

While she's adjusting to the situation she got herself into, she could only be worried for what's about to come.

🩷💀 Thanks for reading! 💀🩷

[practically-an-x-man]

22 for Lars/Jimmy?

Ooooh thank you!!

22. two miserable people meeting at a wedding au Send Me a Ship and a Number and I'll Write a Short Fic

Oh, and Jimmy's a human in this one, not a ghost XD

____ 'Till Death Do Us Part

Word Count: 1.1k Content Warnings: None really, just a simple meet-cute

Crossposted on AO3 ____

Lars wandered the reception, a half-filled plate of food balanced in his hand. None of it looked particularly appetizing - too... prissy, too fancy, he'd have given anything for a normal ham and cheese sandwich instead of dressed-up wedding food right about now.

They'd really gone all out for this whole getup, and he'd never understood it. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy weddings, not as a concept, but he'd never felt the need to blow thousands of dollars on some flashy blowout when it all would be reduced to holiday cards and semi-forgotten anniversaries in a few years. In his mind, weddings should've been left as a symbol of love for the people involved, maybe a few close friends to share the memory, not some overblown status symbol that cost more than half its guests made in a year.

And he couldn't find a seat.

The only thing worse than being forced to eat prissy food in an expensive suit, he thought, was not being able to eat prissy food in an expensive suit because he couldn't find a place to sit. One of life's many little paradoxes. Lars Pinfield was not a fan.

He finally spotted an empty seat amidst all the extravagant chaos, and beelined straight for the table. He stopped himself just in time, one hand on the back of the chair, and glanced at the dark-haired man already seated in the next space over.

"This seat taken?"

"Go ahead." the young man replied with a dimpled grin, "Played musical chairs and wound up at the delinquents' table, huh?"

"The delinquents' table?" Lars echoed distantly, sliding into the chair and setting his plate of hors d'oeuvres on the table in front of him. There were no place markers set out - something about the bride and groom wanting their families to "mingle", though most of the guests had defaulted to the familiar anyway.

"Sure," the stranger said with a good-natured shrug, and gestured at the other spaces around the table, "Reserved for punk nephews, the wine aunt who probably shouldn't have access to the open bar..."

He waved a hand at himself and grinned.

"....The bride's one gay cousin," he said, then gestured at Lars, "And friends-of-friends-of-friends looking for a seat. All the guests they don't remember inviting. Ah- I wouldn't eat the deviled eggs. Those are my Aunt Mary's."

"What's wrong with them?" Lars asked, bewildered, an egg pinched between his thumb and forefinger. They'd seemed like about the only normal food on the catering table, half-hidden amidst quince canapés and pâté crostini and other foods with far too many accent marks in their names.

"Glaucoma. You've got about a thirty percent chance that orange powder on top is actually paprika and not cinnamon. Dunno about you, but that's not a risk I'd take."

"Right." Lars muttered, and set the deviled egg back down on his plate. The other man shot him half a smile, a dimple creasing one cheek, then crossed one leg over the other and peered out at the meandering crowd around them. He was dressed in a navy pinstripe suit, a red handkerchief in his left breast pocket bringing a splash of color down his chest. His tie was the same shade of red, though his tie clip was banded in an bright eight-striped rainbow. He seemed to catch Lars' eyes lingering on it an extra moment.

"My cousin had the gall to tell me not to dress 'too gay' for the wedding," he said, and twisted his wrists to show off matching rainbow cufflinks, "Funny thing is, I wouldn't even have the cufflinks if she hadn't said that. Bought 'em just to bother her. Figure it's not enough to crash the wedding or start a fight, just enough that she'll feel like an ass for telling me what's 'too gay'."

Lars hadn't even brought cufflinks. His suit was rented for the day. He didn't mind dressing up a little, but his idea of dressing up usually meant a button-down and slacks for work, rarely anything more. He'd have felt underdressed if he hadn't noticed the groom's uncle walking around in a sweat-stained polo shirt all morning.

"I'm Jimmy, by the way." the man added, almost as an afterthought, and extended a hand. Lars distractedly shook it and introduced himself. Jimmy offered him another beaming, dimpled smile, then glanced at the watch on his right wrist.

"There's my token hour, I think." he muttered, "Think I'm gonna sneak out and try to find some real food. Know any good places around here? Preferably cheap? Blew all my budget on the plane ticket."

"You're assuming I'm from London just because I'm English?"

Destination wedding. Wouldn't have been so much of a destination if he hadn't moved to the States for work two years back. Part of him wondered, from Jimmy's accent, if they might've crossed paths at some point or another. Unlikely, given New York City housed over eight million people. But it was an interesting thought.

"No, I'm assuming you've been to London because you're English. I'll take half-credit on my Idiot American card, at least." Jimmy teased, "And if you ever hop across the pond to New York, feel free to cash in that credit and make me drag you around to my favorite pizza place."

Lars blinked. Was he flirting? Did that count as the offer of a date? Or was it just a hypothetical? He had the feeling that Jimmy didn't put much weight into the things he said - he took life lightly, polite but without fear, and that made these things a little hard to judge.

"I'm in New York now, actually."

"Pretty sure we're both in London now, darling." Jimmy shot back without missing a beat, "That or I spent way too much on plane tickets."

"No, I mean- I live in New York. For work. I work in biology."

Parabiology, technically, but the para- didn't usually go over so well on first meetings. Far too many people were quick to deem his line of work a crock of shit, Ghostbusters or not.

"Hm. Well, I meant what I said. Patsy's Pizza in Manhattan. I'll buy." Jimmy said, and brushed off his lap as he stood up. He extended a hand out to Lars, like an old-fashioned gentleman inviting his partner to a dance. "But until then... want to sneak out while we've got the chance?"

Anything would be better than this stuffy reception. He'd been wanting an escape practically since he arrived. And a witty, handsome man with a nice smile, offering to whisk him away... that was one hell of an escape.

It felt like the choice of a lifetime yet hardly a choice at all. He took Jimmy's hand.

"Sure." Lars said, "I'll take you to Poppie's."

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Meeting And Dating Severus Snape Would Include:

Title: Meeting And Dating Severus Snape Would Include:

Severus Snape X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Hooch (Mentioned), and Hogwarts students (Mentioned)

WC: 1,582

Warnings: Nothing, maybe a little bit of mini angst

You met Severus when you joined Hogwarts as the new Muggle Studies professor, and you loved what you did. It wasn't often you had something that brought you such joy, but teaching young kids about electricity and computers. It was fun, most of the time. There had been a few times you had to deal with unruly children, mostly from Slytherin, but after a stern talking to and a lot of patience, your classroom was calm and respectful. That didn't mean you didn't have fun. After every large text or quiz, you'd make sure the kids had a bit of a treat, whether that be a Muggle candy or even letting them have a bit of free time a few minutes before class let out; you made sure your students were healthy-minded and happy.

You finally came face to face with Snape when you were rushing down the hall to your class, almost running into the man who looked at you with a small scowl on his face. You immediately thought he was cute. It was very awkward and you quickly got the message that Snape was not a very... Happy person. That didn't scare you off though, you were determined to be friends with all your coworkers, or at least be on good terms with each other. You liked to think that you could get along with anyone, even grumpy dungeon bats.

It started off pretty slow, Snape not really knowing what to think of you, seeing you all smiles and kindness. He knew you were a great teacher since most of his students spoke very highly of you; you gave your students candy after tests as encouragement. Snape thought you were a bit odd, but in the end, he chose not to care. He had better things to think about.

You didn't want to force your friendship on Snape. He seemed to not really be the friendly type, after seeing that he really didn't talk much, smile much, or interact with others in general that much either. You rationalized that he must just be pretty introverted, and you got that, you were too; he was definitely shy or something, but you weren't entirely sure if he was just being shy or just rude.

You tried once to make small talk with Snape during lunch, and it didn't really go well. After just asking him how long he's been teaching, you were met with a long silence and a thick tension in the air. It was pretty uncomfortable, and you felt anxiety bubble inside you. Your mind was yelling at you, flashing red lights that you should just stop talking, but you nervously rambled about how worried you were and ultimately let out that you hoped that you were a good teacher. That also led to silence, though Snape did take a small pause from eating, at least he hasn't said anything or told you to stop. But after a few moments, you apologized and got back to your food.

For the next few days, Snape noticed how you wouldn't talk to him as much anymore, only a few pleasantries before you silently ate your food and kept your eyes on your plate, or turned to talk to Professor Hooch. Snape felt sort of disappointed, which made him huff and his frown deepen. He didn't think your constant rambling would actually affect him, and when you stopped... He didn't think he'd miss it.

You kept to yourself, as said before, mostly since Snape had definitely made it known that he didn't have any interest in getting to know you. And despite his seeming distaste for human interaction, you had been growing feelings for the grumpy man. Not that you were ever going to admit it out loud; the last thing you wanted was for him to hate you more.

Snape didn't actually hate you, it was really, sort of, the opposite. He really did like you, maybe a bit too much. But it was completely unprofessional, you were his coworker. He shouldn't like the way you smiled, or the way you laughed, or even the way you sometimes greeted him, or even your apparent love for making sure others were alright. He shouldn't like you. But, he did.

You didn't start dating until a year later. And Severus was the one that asked you out, surprisingly at the Yule Ball. It was exciting for you, actually. You never got to go to any dance before so you made sure you got all glammed up and chose the perfect outfit. Though the two of you were a bit better with communication, it was still a bit nerve-racking. Side by side, you and Severus watched couples dance and you decided to ask Severus if he wanted to join them. At first, he declined, but after seeing your smile slightly drop, he eventually conceded and danced with you. 

After you're both officially together, you both establish that communication is key to all relationships and make a promise on both ends to talk things out. 

Severus is actually pretty shy in the beginning when it came to physical contact, but soon enough became less guarded with you. His confidence began growing, and you were starting to notice how he really cared for the people around him. One particularly memorable incident happened when you saw just a small glint of a smile from Severus during one of the Quidditch games. 

It made you smile.

From that moment on, after seeing his smile, you wanted nothing more than to see it again. It didn't take much, in a private setting, to make the man smile. It was actually really easy. Bringing him tea during passing time, a pack on the cheek, and even just talking to him made him smile most of the time.

Now, sometimes Severus would pretend that you're pestering him, whether that be you sitting on his lap while he's grading or trying to get him to take a break from grading and eat something; he'd tell you to stop pestering him, you were distracting, but really he liked it.

Please, pester him.

You and Severus would spend a lot of time together, grading work together and talking about random topics that popped into your heads. 

It was a very calm and sweet relationship, and neither of you minded it at all. You couldn't deny that the happiness you felt when you were with Severus outweighed everything else in your life. 

Severus doesn't like to cuddle, but he'd cuddle you if you want him to; he usually becomes the little spoon, he'd say he's the big spoon, (but don't tell anyone that he cuddles, it'll ruin his rep).

You always find some excuse to pull him into a hug, even if you don't necessarily need a hug, but you mostly hug him when you do need/want one.

The first time you hugged him, he went stiff for half a minute before relaxing and hugging you back tightly, albeit awkwardly.

You can feel his body relax against yours, his heart beating steadily against his ribcage, and you feel your own chest fill up with warmth and affection. You close your eyes and savor the feeling, enjoying the embrace for a few seconds longer before pulling away. Severus's arms stay wrapped loosely around you, keeping you close for a few moments longer. Though, he'd let go a moment later, and his usual scowl would come back on his face.

Severus would give you many cute gifts, randomly, books, flowers, and chocolate (you'd eat it without hesitation). They ranged from simple items to expensive gifts that made your head spin when you opened them. You found yourself looking forward to the gifts because they were from him.

Severus truly cares about you, even though you sometimes annoy him, but he loves that about you, (and loves you in general).

"Oh, Sev~ Guess what?" You mischievously wrap your arms around his neck from behind as he graded papers.

He'd sigh, "What, Y/N?"

"I love you." You'd answer back, as Severus would just sigh once more.

"Love you too."

You got used to Severus's seemingly unhappy and grumpy behavior, finding it almost endearing and kind of adorable.

The way he would look at you whenever you walked past him, the way he'd blush and turn red whenever he caught you staring. It was also pretty sweet, (and funny), the other way around.

You loved his reactions, and it wasn't long till you started to notice his expressions become more open and playful.

A lot of students at Hogwarts noticed the relationship, to Severus's displeasure, but he tried not to let it bother him, and the two of you would often ignore it for the sake of not causing any problems. 

Though some teachers would ask questions, Severus always ignored any questions about the relationship between you two; it was private and he didn't want people talking about or gossiping about his life with you. 

And he loves his life, and you, you've made his life brighter. He was more willing to smile now and laugh more. (And he doesn't do that often).

You never thought you would find someone like Severus, someone kind, caring, funny, sweet... Someone you could spend an eternity with. Someone who was just as awkward as you are, someone that was just as stubborn and hard-working, someone who loved you unconditionally, and someone that you adored with every fiber of your being.

[demonsteapot]

Im new here, can you tell me about your oc's?

OH YEAH I CAN this is gonna be a long bitch of a post though

so there are a lot but these are probably the main eight even though i only draw like 3 of them regularly

(please forgive the half-assed sketches, i just wanted to get their designs across lol)

so the premise of this setting is that the sun (which is god) is dead and the earth is now inhabited by mindless angels and mostly humanoid demons (which may or may not be either spirits or just a human derivative). demons live in small city-states and their environs built on top of giant geothermal-harvesting living flesh networks (referred to as humans since they're derived from them)

demons on the outskirts of these places are tasked with keeping angels out. this is what most of these characters do; these eight live in or around fleur, a town in the middle of buttfuck nowhere on the easternmost point of a human kingdom named rust. five of them work for an agency (rust monitor) which scouts and euthanizes angels.

also, magic exists! the (fuzzy) system for magic is mainly based on blood. i think that's enough context so i can introduce these guys

fooling around in the top left are vivian (seated) and fran (seating?). both of them work for RM in bronya's squad, the moss-eaters. if you scroll through my art tags you will probably find that viv is unaccountably the favourite child, as it were. he loves to yap about his interests, especially to fran. he hunts bugs and angels using a combat umbrella. he died once and got resurrected after like two years by nova, which is why he is all stitched together. he has ice magic. his resurrection also may or may not count as force feminization?

fran is a foolhardy and mostly unkillable goofball. the three snakes on his head are named diogenes, gello and lettuce. he started working for RM after bronya accidentally hit him with her car. he's best friends with viv. fran is also a fan of the demon equivalent of pro wrestling, which is more violent and somehow more homoerotic than the human one, and that i can't depict because i wouldn't do it justice. he has some force magic skills, which let him do things like move comically fast and punch shit so hard it explodes. he used to fight using an axe but graduated to just using his hands. he plays the bass sometimes

the catgirl to their right is bernadette harley. she used to be friends with viv and fran, but left fran estranged after viv's death. she lives with her father estus, who used to work for RM. they do not like each other. bernadette hunts using estus's old coilgun. she mostly hunts for food, but occasionally she helps the moss-eaters out with angels or other monsters. she was cheery when she was younger and now she's not. she has a large parasite in her stomach which eats angels

top right, with the thorns on her back, is nova harley, bernadette's sister... sort of. nova also used to be friends with the previous three, but she ran away from home and now she's feral. she has an affinity for magic that deals with manipulating living flesh, and after viv's death she spent about two years reconstructing him out of various vivisected (heh...?) animals. nova is easily stressed and depressed. she hurts people sometimes but not intentionally... usually. she likes sewer slvt. she eats carrion off the asphalt, and the only living things that like her are the flies and the ravens. she also doubles as my sona for venting!

bottom left, with the gillstalks, is princess valentine phloem, or val for short. she is not in fact demon, but human– specifically, a polyp of rust that was intended to grow into the next queen regent. however, she didn't like this idea, so she chainsawed her way right out of rust's bowels and ended up in the remotest part of the kingdom– fleur, where she joined the mossies. fran likes to arm-wrestle with her, but she always wins. having lived in a fleshy, subterranean hellscape for most of her existence, she has an appreciation for life that others don't. it often seems to her friends as though she experiences twice as much world as they do.

in the bottom middle, in the maid outfit and gasmask, is mincey leyland. he lives in part of an ancient bunker complex and delivers vigilante justice when he isn't busy fucking with bronnie's squad. vivian, who mincey considers his brother, is technically a clone of him, and he wields fire magics as a counterpart to viv's ice. he carries a long-standing rivalry with his brother, though it's mostly an elaborate in-joke between them at this point. though he professes loathing for and has legitimate envy of his brother, he helped nova extensively when she rebuilt him. he hates to let his machines do his dirty work, so he prefers single combat with his enemies, with a skeletal rainshade as his favoured weapon. he also maybe stole some people's organs to help nova

bottom right, the blonde machine and the gorgon leaning on them are gato cello and bronya wormwood respectively. cello is bronnie's assistant, a heavily modified domestic android unit that had a long stint as an assassin before bronnie roped them into working for her. they are a scout unit for the mossies, but also very much the team pet. kind of an asshole. met bronnie when they were hired to kill her when she was in college. the two have an unbreakable friendship wherein they hurl insults that border abuse at each other constantly. fortunately, the rest of their teammates find this very entertaining.

finally, bronya is the field captain of the moss-eaters. she is about thirty and depressed and gay. she's a weapons hardware engineer and made most of cello's modifications, as well as a home-made pile bunker she uses to deliver the coup de grâce to wounded angels. she drives a legged squad vehicle called a scuttlebuggy (her aforementioned car), which i have never posted because i can't figure out how to make it look good. her snakes are named bleach, tara, pissboy, euterpe, princess and kyle. kyle is the dead one

anyway all of this stuff is subject to change and none of it is comprehensive. i have never had an internally consistent cast of characters or setting for very long. also, with the exception of viv, fran and nova, no one has a consistent design right now, so those are wips too.

anyway sorry for the long post i dont rant much so it all happens at once