#ignore the places where i didnt know what i was doing

[obscureother]

i will do one for every f/o i have time for and think of answers to -v-

starting with THIS ONE BECAUSE I HAD A DREAM OF HIM:

look at this goofy man i love himb. ok so there:

What do your f/o's hugs feel like? theyre very warm and soft. . but theyre firm so you know he's got you, cos once he's got you, he's keeping you forever :)) or until the colonel tells him to get back to work. . his coat makes them swallow you, but his sweater is also nice to bury in. He's not chonky or anything, but he is perfect between fit and still a little soft on his tum that he is very good for one to love on :0

What are your favorite dates to have with them? the ones where we find a nice spot to cuddle out below the dark nighttime, then we just talk for a while together of different things. . of those he worked with in the war, of his family. . or i get to tell him how he was my favorite soldier and i love himbb ~v~ <33 or get to give him kisses on the forest floor until he is a puddle of soft man for holding so then he just lets me hold him and mess with his hair while he lays there. . uvu

What are their favorite dates to have with you? He would like going to theatres i think. . little romantic things that arent overly elaborate or extravagant normally, something sweet or fun, but he does very much like to take s/i 1 to the big fancy places every once in a while that he used to show at in London just to get her excited cos she's not seen things like that before.

Do you have any songs that remind you of them? Do they have any songs that make them think of you? i have a couple. . ignoring the ones from the hogans heroes vinyl ive got, cos those would count of course, uhmm. . probably Roy Orbison version of "Oh, Pretty Woman." the vibe is very mutual between he and s/i 1 i think. . and s/i 1 makes her own version one time thats more like "Oh, Pretty Soldier" for them to listen to for the entertainment for the barracks one night. theres a whole thing for them getting her to open to them and give little songs for them. they dont force her, tho. oh pretty soldier is very much about newkirk. . the others know for a long time that she bonded to him, tho newkirk probably catches onto it cos she just looks at him with very big round eyes when she's singing on the table, but s/i 1 is very much hoping he doesnt know or doesnt go to find out. . cos too nervous to tell him those things.

What's the height difference between you and your f/o? Newkirk is 5'9". I'm 5'4" to 5'5" or so myself, but s/i stayed at 5'3" so there's not much of a difference either way. Only. . 6 inches give or take between them, though he is taller no matter what. hebefgj 🖤

On a 1-10 scale, with 1 being the least and 10 being the most, how much do they like PDA with you? 7.5/10 :0 he isnt exactly overly public about things, but he has no problem with getting kisses when he's going out!! he loves kisses too much to say no to them anywhere or anytime. -v-

What's your favorite feature about your f/o? rrrgghrjg. . his hamddss. . or his. . face. i love looking at him existing, but i also love to hold his hands :"0

What do you think they smell like? ignoring prison camp smell?? uhh- on a good day in the barracks where he's out of the shower, he just smells like clean laundry and whatever soap they can smuggle in with a faint, clean scent the other soldiers or germans wont notice to get suspicious of them. i would imagine he likes to wear good colognes. . i dont really know how to explain smells very well, but that would moreso be when he was at home or after the war when he can start dressing nice and keeping himself in better shape for his magic act he gets back into and things. he probably didnt get very heavy or deep scents, probably just light or vibrant things that caught one's attention in a nice way.

What is your f/os biggest love languages? They don't have to be one of the "five", it can be anything specific they use to show you love. he is very physical, he loves the hugs and cuddles and kisses, but he also does things for s/i 1 to entertain her. he likes to get her to laugh and smile, he knows her favorite tricks to do :0

Do you guys sleep in the same bed? If so, what's it like sleeping with them? s/i 1 and newkirk do sometimes sneak her into the barracks together and they sleep together. . they hide her in the blankets when schultz comes in to get the soldiers up (schultz doesnt know she's there- or he pretends he doesnt.)

What's your favorite headcanon about your f/o? that is hardd. . i like lots of things about him :0 one of my favorite things is actually canon and thats just that he used to work in the circus or be a magician before the war. i also think its very cute how much he likes kisses and will do just about anything for them uvu

What is the dynamic that you and your f/o have? this is where im not sure how to respond cos i usually think of uhh the. . spicy. . things. . but he like most of the f/os ive got tends to lead or take care of. Peter tho, is more like. . flexible. he sometimes gets very soft himself and s/i 1 or me will hold and comfort him a lot, or he just likes to be the one to be held and doted on instead for a while uvu who would not dote on him tho look at that man jkdf. . so he is normally soft, but he can be soft lead/care, or soft to hold and little boy-ish for love.

What does your f/o do for you when you're having a rough day? he does magic tricks and cuddles ofgjhdk 🖤 he's very comfort f/o for me. holds hands, murmurs to him cos his voice is very soothing on low volume, sometimes he pulls out props for me to fidget with cos sometimes i forget to bring my own ones. . he does accents for me sometimes or just mutters in his own. he lets me mess with his hair sometimes cos he's soft too. . his whole color palette is very comforting for me tho. .

Do you like to hold hands? If so, what's that like? THERE WERE DREAMS OF THIS TOO FDJSFKS- one time i dreamed he let me sit in his lap while he was talking to someone else, probably Hogan or the others, on one of the bottom bunks. he had me sitting back on him and his hands just. . open in front of me. he was letting me play with them. they were only a bit rough from work, but when you squish them, theyre soft like padded mattress toppers and they were very warm :"0 he let me bop them and hold his fingees and would hold my hands ofgdbk *s o b .* one of my favorite dreams to this day of himb.

Do they like to give you little kisses? If so, where is their favorite place to kiss? (Face, hands, etc) He gives all the kisses oml. He gives kisses wherever he can reach, but he gives them most on hands, shoulders, lips, or the top of head oo. .

Vice versa, do YOU like to give them little kisses? If so, where is YOUR favorite place to give them? i love to give him kisses rhbgrdfg i give him kisses on his cheeks, his nose, i love to shove my face into his hair and give him kisses there. i kiss his hambds. . sometimes i give kisses to his tum tum, ooOO-

What's your favorite silly leisure activity to do with your f/o? s/i 1 will get worms from the tunnels and sneak them into his pockets :)) but every once in a while he just lets her fiddle with his pockets of stuff while he shows her things or she's filling his pockets with dirt to make a worm town in his coat because he's already also dirty from tunneling with her. for me and f/o, he will just lay on or lean on me sometimes while i fiddle with him or we watch something :0 very cuddle buddy f/o.

What is your favorite compliment that your f/o gives you? What is your favorite nickname that they have for you, if they have one? oh jee. . im not good with compliments so i probably wont give one on most of these, but i do like the little pet names he gives. . cos his accent makes them extra go brr obfgfd. . he normally goes "love" or "darlin'," yknow. . common british things rbgjhdf <33 ive yet to come across any others he might use tho. he doesnt say many on the show given he doesnt get to talk to much of the girls nor do i know a whole lot of british ones he would take on.

What's your favorite compliment to give THEM? What is your favorite nickname to call them? ofbdghbkdf i love himbb. . i call him puppy face cos he's got this sort of look he does sometimes that looks like when a dog lays their head on your lap and looks up at you for love. he gets kind of soft from that whenever s/i 1 or me talks about it. he is lovely. . he does have nicknames tho, like pebey uvu love to call him pebey. or similar things. Betey, pebey webey, pebus. . etc. He finds them less of a tender thing but he does think its funny even though he has no idea how his name got reduced to those.

I want everyone to have the chance to ramble about their romantic f/os, so I'm gonna make a reblog game where yall can answer the plethora of questions I'm gonna toss down. Any of the questions you want to answer, as little or as much as you'd like!! I'll read them all. PR.O.SHIP DNI!!! AT ALL! GET OUT-

SO!! SELFSHIPPERS! RIDDLE ME THIS:

What do your f/o's hugs feel like?

What are your favorite dates to have with them?

What are their favorite dates to have with you?

Do you have any songs that remind you of them? Do they have any songs that make them think of you?

What's the height difference between you and your f/o?

On a 1-10 scale, with 1 being the least and 10 being the most, how much do they like PDA with you?

What's your favorite feature about your f/o?

What do you think they smell like?

What is your f/os biggest love languages? They don't have to be one of the "five", it can be anything specific they use to show you love.

Do you guys sleep in the same bed? If so, what's it like sleeping with them?

What's your favorite headcanon about your f/o?

What is the dynamic that you and your f/o have?

What does your f/o do for you when you're having a rough day?

Do you like to hold hands? If so, what's that like?

Do they like to give you little kisses? If so, where is their favorite place to kiss? (Face, hands, etc)

Vice versa, do YOU like to give them little kisses? If so, where is YOUR favorite place to give them?

What's your favorite silly leisure activity to do with your f/o?

What is your favorite compliment that your f/o gives you? What is your favorite nickname that they for you, if they have one?

What's your favorite compliment to give THEM? What is your favorite nickname to call them?

Okay I can't wait to see some answers!! Feel free to reblog as many times with as many f/os as you want. ANYONE CAN PARTICIPATE! SEEING THIS POST IS AN INVITATION FOR YOU!!

People I'd like to see answer this off the top of my head (but don't have to!!): @moxanji-real @one-winged-dreams @lovesickvalentines @graveluvr @clawingatmy-enclosure @starshakez @jpeg-indulgence @everynya @tropgothships @selfshipping-tboy @amelielovesamaris @pixel-comfort @fl0ralsxgar

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Yes but one of the grand things about having Finn cook for me is that I don't have to suppress my autistic need to know every little ingredient inside of a food or dish because I can just endlessly ask him the question every five minutes or as needed.

[angerygoomba]

listening to ants from up there like a normal healthy person that has relationships that they know will thrive and will not be lost and is certain of their future and enjoys whats happening today and what was happening yesterday and last week and last month. and im cool about it

[poppyseed799]

ook i saw you were looking for life series requests. how about something with the mean gills post-limited life, where scott only has vague memories of the season since he didn’t win? and martyn’s tearing himself up with guilt over the betrayal, and scott is painfully oblivious. (romantic, platonic, queerplatonic, whatever floats your boat :D)

(I’ve never really used that headcanon of only the winners remembering the game since canon sort of goes against it, but it’s a really fun AU and I’d be happy to write more with it! Also I left the relationship ambiguous cuz I think that’s fun so everyone can imagine what they want. It’s not mentioned all that much.)

“Martyn! Hi!” Scott’s cheerful voice froze Martyn in place.

He wasn’t prepared for this. The thought of seeing Scott again hadn’t even occurred to Martyn when he betrayed him in Limited Life. He tried not to turn around to face Scott.

Fortunately or unfortunately, he didn’t have to, as Scott simply stepped in front of him. “How’s it going, mean gill?” Scott tilted his head at Martyn, smiling innocently.

Martyn forced himself to make eye contact with Scott. “Fine… just… a little shaken after Limited Life.”

This wasn’t entirely true. Martyn felt great after Limited Life. The thrill of winning left him ecstatic, and it wasn’t in spite of the killing, it was because of it. The joy had only faded moments ago, when Scott spoke and he realized what he had done.

Scott laughed. “Yeah, it was chaotic. But at least the Coral Isles were cool. Very relaxing.”

“…Even with all the explosions?” Martyn wasn’t sure why Scott was acting so… cheerful. So trusting. Did the betrayal mean nothing to him?

Scott frowned. “…Explosions…? I… I think I remember that…” he closed his eyes. “Hm… actually, I’m now starting to realize I don’t really remember too much of what happened during Limited Life.”

Oh. That would explain it. He doesn’t know! He doesn’t even remember Martyn betraying him! That’s why he’s smiling at him like that. That’s why he thinks Martyn is a safe person to be around. That’s why he’s not yelling at him right now.

Martyn had almost forgotten that everyone typically forgets the life games once they lose. Apparently, that doesn’t apply to winners.

“…Oh.” Was all Martyn could spit out. What was he supposed to do? Pretend he also didn’t know? Tell Scott the truth?

“So, tell me, did you win?” Scott asked, leaning forward. “I bet you did. You totally have it in you.”

Scott probably meant that Martyn had the survival and pvp skills to win. But instead what he “had in him” was the will to betray. He was the only one who could lower everyone’s guard and stab them in the back. The only one who really understood that it was a death match.

It was a good trait to have, selfishness. At least, a good trait in the world he lives in. He didn’t feel ashamed of this, not at all. If he could go back in time, he’d betray them again. It’s the way things were meant to be.

That’s why he didn’t feel bad right now. That’s why he knew exactly what he would say to Scott. Tell him that he won. He didn’t have to say that he won via betrayal, otherwise Scott would know not to trust him. He would use the amnesia to his advantage. And he wouldn’t feel bad. He was proud.

Yet, Martyn stayed frozen.

Scott frowned. “Did you lose? It’s okay if you did, I’m sure you did really well…”

“No… I… won…” Martyn managed to get out. Why did it feel wrong? It was the truth, and he was proud of it. He was. He’s wanted to win since the beginning.

“Oh! Yay! Congratulations! I knew you could do it.” Scott smirked. “How’d it go? I don’t even remember how I got out.”

Well, he couldn’t tell Scott that he had betrayed him. If he did that, he couldn’t betray him in the future. Yes, that’s why Martyn couldn’t bring himself to tell the truth. It was purely strategic. He was happy with what he’d done. He was.

Not having a good lie for what ended Scott must’ve been what froze Martyn up, what made him feel like he was unable to speak. He just had to come up with something. Say it was Impulse, who Martyn then killed. It would keep the placements the same, just mixing up who killed who a bit!

But Martyn couldn’t say a word. That idea felt like a weak raft in the ocean of his mind being drowned away by a storm of his feelings, but Martyn didn’t even know what that feeling was. He just felt frozen. Wrong, even. But nothing was wrong. He won.

Scott hummed. “Was it too traumatic or something?” He asked. “I guess the story can wait. I thought you’d be more excited.”

He was. He was excited. But now he’s not. Why? This was just pathetic. He wasn’t scared, right? There was nothing to be scared of. What else makes one freeze up like this?

“You don’t seem to be doing so well…” Scott bore a look of concern. “Do you want to sit down maybe? We could just chat about normal things.”

Scott’s still acting like Martyn’s friend. He doesn’t know! He doesn’t know how Martyn has wronged him! It’s wonderful, isn’t it?! It’s wonderful how Martyn can use this to his advantage. It doesn’t feel wrong at all!

…No, he can’t deny it. It feels wrong. It feels so, so wrong. Scott should be with trustworthy people. At least people who wouldn’t gain his trust just to betray him. Martyn couldn’t stand the thought of himself being near Scott. He felt…

Guilty.

He had been so happy that he won, so proud, so unbothered with the betrayal, it made the guilt worse! The worst part is, he still wouldn’t take it back. At this point, what he would take back was teaming with Scott, so that he never would have needed to betray him in the first place! Scott didn’t deserve that!

Why, oh why did Martyn get attached? It was a death match! He knew he would have to kill everyone. He knew he would need to be the last one standing. And yet, he bothered to make a real bond with his ally. That mistake was coming to bite him even after he had already won!

But calling their bond a mistake also felt wrong! He almost feels like he shouldn’t have betrayed Scott, but he knows he should have. He wouldn’t take it back.

Martyn just feels like a bad person. One who won’t even bother to change…

This doesn’t feel good…

This doesn’t… feel good……

“…Martyn?”

[m1lkt00th]

[ tags via @sunnydayaoe & idm you only talking in tags :] i like to put them here for visibility for me. easier to read/respond to. hope thats okay !! ]

and i really like that end bit with dust being prickly at first. he absolutely would be. maybe a bit startled by fresh’s mutual curiosity. maybe scared of it too given him not really Knowing what fresh’s deal is (yet or ever)

and fresh continuing with not placing their past as a “good” or “bad” thing but as “surviving” is fascinating to me. i like this guy lots.

and dust judges himself a Lot. it’s part of what i mean when i mentioned that he has “issues”. he’s overly critical of his actions and i think after getting out of his au he’ll have a period of time where he’s just stuck in a doomed mood (an episode). where he grapples with how everything he did was for nothing and probably not all that worth it. but he loops back around in his head about how he Had to do it and how that was his Only choice and just gahh. he’s not kind to himself at all

and i think with dust in this hypotheical “calm and on the journey to ‘healing’” (healing being pretending as if all of that didnt happen and dissociating heavily because of it. and having moments where he thinks he’s still underground or underground With the player) that fresh would work as a distraction and maybe a wake up call. remind him that he’s somewhere different

and i just think theyre cute together. interacting at least. i think at some point they’d develop banter or nonverbal means of communicating. maybe existing in the same space and that tenseness surrounding them isnt as suffocating

dust isnt much of a talker. maybe fresh would be the one talking or doing things. and also if dust does get into hobbies he’d let fresh in on what he does. friends :] or something close to it. not a typical relationship in my head. im not sure if i can envision them taking care of each other? being close enough to exist together but not That invested or not being sure if they want to be. maybe dust notices fresh is injured and inquires and fresh brushes it off? or ignores it? scratching my head lots

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#wahh facinating facinating... I like it...#I feel like fresh could get interested first. especially by the fact that dust used to be “interesting” ie. very frought life with a lot of#conflict and stuff. and now that he's settled down he's more... “boring”? again. the fact that dust is Just Some Dude . could be soemthing#I feel like Fresh would see if he coudl bother dust aboiut it all. which is kinda assholey but frehs is an asshole#I dunno.. someone who sees dusts past as neither a Bad Thign he'd done. or as a good one either.#not going to use him like that like nightmare or anyone .. but also not specifically Judging him. like dust's judging himself.#frehs would just see it as surviving. and .. yeah. I think perhaps dust can enifit from someone who does Only see it as surviving#??? I'm saying a lot of bullshit I think . again dust is hard for me to understand. but yeah#also any amount of interest would make fresh preen I think. guy who loooves when people give him any attention at all at all.#I can think.. dust would at first be a bit prickly. and fresh would like that sort of thing. attention good or bad. as a starting point#reblog#sorry I only talk in reblogs... I get scared talking in the body of a psot

whatever bro. fresh having more relationships outside of error and geno and how they interact. who is fresh to people. how does he fit into the world (or doesnt fit if you want to go that way). are they scared of him. do they warm to each other eventually. grr grr grr

[waywardsalt]

I am humbly requesting your thoughts on Linebeck

Oh I have a LOT of thoughts on Linebeck but I'll try to just get some major points down bc it would take me ages to spill all of my thoughts on him.

(plus i do have two general headcanon posts [ 1 2 ] a post abt headcanons about him being autistic [ x ] and a weird post about his coat [ x ] as well as pretty much anything in my linebeck tag with my excessive tagging of some reblogs and my original posts + whatever writing or fanfiction i have done/will do with him included so. bonus reading for headcanon-y stuff or a look at how i portray him)

added a read more bc this is long bc of course it is :) i hope it's in the right spot :)))

Linebeck is... a good fucking character. He's probably my favorite character period, and has been pretty much soon after I got Phantom Hourglass. He feels unique compared to other Zelda characters as a companion character who offers less direct support and is more just of a constant character who changes throughout the course of the story and is... well, a companion, not really a helper. He falls more in line with the types of loz characters who are more rude or antagonistic towards Link, but develops out of that, and also technically counts not only as a boss but a final boss, putting him as the only non-villain character to be a final boss, so uh good for him.

Just within the context of the games he's got a great design and a great theme (which is only heard about two times before the final boss but has a recognizable enough motif for it to be noticed in the final boss theme) and an interesting role in his game and just has one of the best character arcs and one of the most interesting places within the story as a whole. Linebeck's arc is very... natural in how you see his attitude change within both story beats and in his overworld dialogue, but at the same time seems like it stutters when he deals with Ciela's criticism and upholding his own reputation, I think his character arc is very fascinating if you consider the entire context of his character and what he interacts with, since a majority of the characters he directly interacts with seem to deny the idea that he's any more than a useless coward.

The fact that pretty much the rest of the major cast in Phantom Hourglass has basically no faith or respect for Linebeck is so fucking fascinating to me. This guy has to be doing so fucking bad over the course of the game. In relation to Ciela specifically, an idea I've been thinking of and trying to work into some of my Phantom Hourglass oneshots is that having to be around and interact with her so frequently wears Linebeck down pretty badly as the game goes on.

This guy is undeniably mentally ill and that's also something I have a specific fic planned out for but that's probably not going to see the light of day for a while. It's basically five chapters of Oshus being Linebeck's therapist or something each time Link goes to the Temple of the Ocean King.

I particularly enjoy how the game (at least twice) plays with your expecting him to be at the ship all of the time by having him be in a different spot on an island. His dialogue for islands and his overseas dialogue are fun, it gives off a sense that he much prefers exploring and is a bit less guarded overseas. His dialogue during the ghost ship fight is ESPECIALLY fantastic, the specific line of 'I'm fighting right there with you this time, kid!' not only offers some very interesting insight to his attitude towards link and his own role, but kind of also stings when considering the events of the final boss and is also a quote I took a screenshot of while reading the text dump for this game.

Phantom Hourglass is by no means an exceptional game and while the story is fine it's nothing fantastic and even most of the characters are... ok, but Linebeck is without a doubt the best part of this game and I really feel like he's the main reason why people still give this game a chance and despite everything he's easily one of the best characters in the entire series even if his game isn't one of the better ones. He honest to god steals every scene he's in, even if he barely has any dialogue- he's animated with such distinct personality and I love it. He doesn't speak at all until the end of the spirit of courage scene and yet is so fucking distracting with his fruity fucking posing and movements in reaction to what's going on.

I'm also personally a fan of the near-complete lack of backstory we get for him. The most we get is some vague implications but everyone can read the given information in different ways so it's really not much. Phantom Hourglass's general lack of lore is great for me since I can just fill in the blanks however I want. I kinda honestly don't want Nintendo to revisit this game because I don't really want them to add anything new. Just port it or something don't change it.

That's about it for surface-level specific-to-the-games Linebeck talk... on to everything else.

Linebeck is literally the reason why I found out I was autistic. I wrote this loser and realized I was accidentally making him kinda autistic and THEN realized I was also projecting and then decided to look into that. He's fun to write and he always ends up a little out of character and at this point I barely give a damn because this bastard is masking or keeping up a facade or whatever the fuck in most of his scenes anyways. Linebeck's arc feels to me more about him being most honest and open to and about his own emotions and actual personality so honestly writing him a bit out of character doesn't bother me too much.

He's my favorite little guy, and when I plan out Zelda aus he always gets a major role to the point where a lot of the twists to my aus all end up being similar. For a few of them I've had to forcibly alter his role so that I can't include him constantly. He's very interesting for different kinds of aus because he's an interesting character for different concepts and situations. His relationships with characters in Phantom Hourglass lend well to au stuff; specifically with Link, in one au they're adoptive brothers, in one they're something akin to rivals, in one their mutual fixation on each other propels the plot. I've even expanded on interactions and possible dynamics with Bellum in aus (Bellum is honestly fun since he's kind of a blank slate in canon but there's just enough there to build off of but keep it relatively the same original character).

I have a few ocs that used to be au versions of Linebeck that ended up becoming their own thing because the aus in question worked better as original stories.

With Phantom Hourglass-centric ideas, it's a lot of fun to poke around and explore stuff with Linebeck's past, his mental state, the kinds of things he enjoys or hates, pretty much anything the game doesn't elaborate on. With all of that blank space and the fact that I've known about him for a few years now, I've gotten down a whole backstory and deeper details on Linebeck, most of which I'm probably going to end up expressing through writing.

Just a few of the baseline ones are just along the lines of him being gay, autistic, touch-averse, intersex, a cat person, someone who highly values his freedom, half Gerudo, interested in music- some of it can be supported with canon (he really comes off to me like a closeted gay man, and he does have some generally autistic vibes) and some of it is really just for the hell of it (in particular the idea that he’s of Gerudo descent has no backing but is so interesting for story stuff and is generally fun) (I also enjoy ignoring parts of canon. I have not played Spirit Tracks and I do not want to play it so if I don't look at it I can ignore it).

I have a lot of fun fleshing him out in different aus or in scenarios before or after Phantom Hourglass, since there's just enough there to allow for further reasonable exploration, and his being just some normal guy actually helps with that since it forces you to keep things relatively normal and comparable to kinds of things you can experience in your day-to-day. I've more or less figured out a (mostly) full backstory for him, I've decided on a full physical description of how he looks so that I have a baseline if I want to change stuff in an au or just so that I know how I figure he looks as well as have an idea of how some physical traits can lend themselves to other aspects of how I write and portray him (for example, I figure he has long fingers, which goes right with the idea that he enjoys music and is pretty good on a piano, and also that he's good with tasks that might require a bit more finger dexterity as well as generally helping a bit with pick-pocketing or thievery)

I figure that, along with the general idea I have of him valuing his freedom, he's not particularly interested in following rules or laws and hates seeing too many of them put in place, and especially values his own identity even if he doesn't express it as much as he'd like. He likes being able to go wherever he'd like and he likes being able to do what he wants and express himself how he wants and that stuff gets bogged down when he plays into that image of someone he's not that he hides behind and doubles down on in a good bit of Phantom Hourglass.

Linebeck is fun in general he's a good character he's fun for aus he's got enough groundwork to spend ages pouring into possible avenues for his personality and background and whatever potential he could have in different aus or roles. He's surprisingly fun and interesting to use as an antagonist since you can't fall back on easy villain-writing ideas and have to get a bit more creative with it.

I think I struggle to write him in-character but it's backed up a bit by my specific interpretation of him suggesting that a lot of what you see from him is forced or fake. I still think he's a greedy piece of shit, though. He sucks and it's on purpose. I lean into him being rude and cold and a bit quieter overall.

He just... for some fucking reason when I decided to play this game Linebeck struck a chord with me whether or not I realized it at the time so he's just very interesting and entertaining and important to me and it really doesn't help that either Phantom Hourglass as a whole or just Linebeck is my special interest.

Linebeck stands out in comparison to other Zelda characters and has a very unique and fascinating role and arc and is just so fucking good.

He feels like he could be used as an example of how good character writing can save a piece of art (not that ph sucks but like. god damn he elevates it) just because his inclusion makes the story more interesting as you have this selfish asshole tagging along next to your little goody-two-shoes protagonist and fairy friend, and his arc, though not entirely the focus of the story, is another reason to keep progressing. His dialogue is funny and has some really good in-character tips every so often, he adds character to traversal and adds stakes as a character to care about and protect and is just fucking fantastic.

He's a character that can work as comedic relief but at the same time can be taken very seriously and I really enjoy that while he seems to be in the role of comedic relief a lot it never seems much like it's diegetically intentional and it still allows room for him to be taken completely seriously. Him knocking over stone Tetra is funny but there's so much character in that entire string of animations that while it's a fun background gag it also provides even more insight into Linebeck as a character.

Essentially he's my favorite character ever he was probably my gay awakening and I want to steal his gender and I think about him more than I think about my ocs.

[roughentumble]

really really annoyed at the costuming in this scene. cordelia, in the script, VERY specifically told buffy "no black, silk, chiffon, or spandex, those are /my/ trademarks" to dress for the party. cordelia does indeed arrive in a silky dress, though it's very bright blue and covered in flowers. and buffy shows up in a simple BLACK dress

IT WASNT A LONG LIST!!!! WTF!!!

[the-andromeda-collective]

I am currently stuck feeling 28 years old which is equally terrifying and interesting because the January before I turned 28 is when I had COVID and I just got over the flu and a sinus infection and I'm experiencing a lot of similar fatigue issues, so like maybe I split around that time and my brain just pulled me up again because "hey, we need a guy who can be sick", but it's also fucking terrifying because I don't feel like I know where I am.

The fuck you mean we live in another state across the country now? The fuck you mean this is my room and I have little altars to pagan deities now? Where did these plushies come from? Whose candles and decorations are these? Where's my desk and dresser?

I know what happened, I know we moved, but also what the fuck is happening???

[gibbearish]

idk looks pretty clearly posted to me, kinda seems like you just. didnt read the rules and then broke them lmao

Today's sponsored post is to inform everyone that Reddit's r/Art community is run by pigs with no lives. At best, I was mildly annoying initially. They just slung mud. If this is what a community touts as its “best,” it's trash.

[little-mimikyuwu]

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[stoneclaw]

oh yeah i did dream about fatal frame huh

[lesbianuhaulindustrialcomplex]

google how do you politely and kindly say "bestie if you just keep refusing to talk to us and work this out we will have no choice but to end this living situation and move on"

[diggersofgraves]

my moms outside in the kitchen and she's cooking food. sometimes i think she deserves better children.

[pomegranatesarchive]

warming up

pairing: franco colapinto x teammate!reader

summary: franco is determined to make his teammate feel better with the perfect warm sweater.

warnings: franco is slightly obsessed with reader, not much franco x reader action but still cute! two mentions of ‘yn’, shameless and jealous franco.

You had seriously underestimated how cold Vegas would actually be. 

It seemed like everyone had warned you, ‘Bring sweaters, it will get cold’ they said, and yet you chose to ignore them. So your situation could’ve easily been avoided. 

You gazed at Liam Lawson from the other side of the paddock, wishing nothing more that you were in his position, wrapped up in a blanket sitting right next to a heater. 

You sighed, imagining what you would feel like if you were in his position, you were so focused that you didn't see or hear your teammate walk up behind you. 

Franco looked at you with a smile, although he frowned when he realized you weren’t giving him his desired attention, he followed your gaze over to Liam, who was in the middle of an interview. 

“What are we looking at?” he whispered in your ear, ignoring your slight jump. 

“Jesus Franco,” you muttered, trying to calm yourself, “Liam looks real warm right now.” 

Franco nodded, rolling his eyes slightly, “Yes. Because he had a blanket. Do you not see that?”

You gave him a look, “Of course, I see that. That is the whole point. I want to be warm.” 

Franco gave you a look over, keeping his eyes on your bare arms, where he could see the cold making your hair stand up, he smiled, “Ah. Are you cold?” 

“I can’t feel my fingers,” you mumbled, keeping your eyes forward, on Liam. 

Franco frowned, holding back on asking why exactly you didn't bring a sweater, his stomach felt nauseous at the sight of you gazing at Liam with so much want. 

Now, you weren’t exactly looking at Liam, more so his body temperature, but still, Franco would give anything to have you gaze at him. 

He gasped, his face brightening, if he got you a sweater, there was no way you would be staring at Liam like that, you would be staring at him like that. 

“I will be right back.” he spoke firmly, starting to back away, “Do not leave.” you watched him over your shoulder, giggling as he fumbled into a sprint. 

“No, too ugly…” Franco mumbled to himself as he threw the sweater behind him, he pulled another from his small driver’s room closet, “No, too blue…” He threw this one behind him as well. Not noticing it landed on his trainer. 

The man in question jumped in shock, pulling the Williams-style sweater off his head, “What the..” he mumbled, turning to Franco, who held up a knitted sweater, “Perfect..” he heard Franco whisper. 

The trainer stared briefly, watching Franco go back scavenging through his closet. The trainer could only roll his eyes before slowly walking out of the room. 

“I should get her two.” Franco whispered to himself, “In case she doesn’t like one of them..” he nodded to himself, continuing to throw sweaters he didnt deem fit behind him. 

After ten minutes of back and forth, Franco existed his driver’s room content, he was going to be your night and shining armor, and then you’ll look at Franco with all the love in the world because he was the one to get you warm and cozy.  

Just as he was going to make his way over to the media pen, where he had left you, he was pulled aside by your manager.

“(Y/N) was looking for you.” she informed him, Franco grumbled to himself, “I told her to stay in place, tonta.” (dummy) 

“She got cold.” The woman defended you, “You left her out there…she waited for ten minutes.”

Franco held up the two sweaters in his arm with a frown, “I got her sweaters, so she would not be cold.” 

Your manager eyes him with a smirk, “You spent ten minutes finding a sweater to give her?”

Franco shrugged, “I wanted to make sure they were warm.” 

The woman tilted her head, “You know we have a merch store full of sweaters, right?”

Franco turned to her in disgust, “Mierda, those sweaters are like this,” he held his thumb and index together, “They are not warm. They need to be warm.” (shit)

“So you are giving her your sweaters?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think that will make her fall in love with you?”

Franco leaned back in offense, “I do not need to make her fall for me…” he paused, “She is already in love with me, she just does not know it yet.” 

The woman nodded with pursed lips, “Yeah because that’s a totally sane thing to say.”

Franco simply rolled his eyes, having had this conversation one too many times. So what if his obsession with you was just slightly worrying? It was all going to work out in the end, he just knew it. “Do you know where she went?” 

Your manager thought for a moment. “She mentioned being hungry, so she probably went up to eat.” 

And with that, Franco went off with a sprint.

Out of breath, and slight sweating, Franco entered the Williams dining room, eyes sweeping over the place with quick eyes. Only to feel a rush of disappointment when he didn't spot you. 

He let out a deep disappointed sigh as he took a seat at the bar. The bartender watched him as he wallowed in pity. 

Franco continued to let out deep, soul-searching sighs, catching the attention of those around him, the bartender walked but to him with an awkward smile, sliding over a glass of water. 

“Hey Franco,” she started, he glanced up at her with a small smile, “You okay?” she whispered, leaning in, there were all different kinds of people around them, investors, fans, journalists, and no doubt searching for a bit of drama to hold onto, the last thing she wanted was for this interaction to be first-page news tomorrow morning. 

“No.” Franco was blunt, “Was (Y/N) here?” 

The lady nodded, “Yeah she just left actually. She got her usual–” 

“Hot chocolate, whipped cream, caramel drizzle.” the two coursed. 

The bartender leaned back, impressed, “You really know her.” 

Franco shrugged, “She’ll be my wife one day, I need to know what she likes.”

The lady laughed, “Oh yeah? Does she know that?”

Franco tilted his head, “No sé. I don't think it's a secret that I like her.” (I don't know.)

The woman agreed; this was not the first time she’d heard about Franco being in love with you. It seemed like every time he and she talked, he managed to somehow make the conversation about you. 

Now, she didn't know if the feelings were one-sided, the way you looked at Franco certainly made her think they weren't.

She hummed, “Well she took her hot chocolate to go, so I don't know where she went.”

Franco nodded, slowly moving off the chair, his sweaters both tightly secure in his clutch, “Okay then. If she comes back, tell her I'm looking for her.”

Franco was late to the fan stage, he had been so busy looking for you that he had lost track of time, and now he was being yelled at by his manager through the phone, demanding to know where he was. 

It took him two minutes to run from the garage to the fan stage, he was recorded who knows how many times, and he was no doubt trending right now. 

He had thrown the two sweaters in the arms of his manager when he arrived, wasting no time climbing the small steps up to the stage. 

What he saw made his stomach drop, there you were in all your glory, wearing no other than a…mclaren puffer jacket. And you were talking to no other than…Lando Norris. 

God, the smile on your face made Franco want to claw his eyes out, Lando had never been that funny. 

Franco ignored the fans yelling his name, instead he squeezed in between you and Lando, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Hello,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes on you. 

Lando looked over at you with an amused smile before walking away, shaking his head slightly. 

“Hi?” you questioned, glancing over to the fan’s direction weary, thankfully they seemed to be paying attention to Lando and Oscar, the latter seemingly saying something funny. 

“I was looking for you.” 

You winced, “Sorry but I got really cold, and then I got really hungry…” 

Franco smiled softly, "It's okay…” he glanced down at your attire, “What are you wearing?” 

You broke out into a smile, “Do you like it? Lando gave it to me, he said I looked cold.” 

“I don't like it,” Franco stated simply, you leaned back, an offended look on your face. “Okay. Rude.” 

“It’s really ugly, “ he continued, “You should change.” 

You huffed, “I didn't bring any sweaters!” 

Franco held up a finger before moving away. You rolled your eyes, moving back to the others on stage. 

A couple minutes later you felt someone's presence behind you, you jumped slightly, feeling someone pulling on your jacket, looking back you saw Franco, a look on his face. 

“Take this off,” he mumbled, you glanced to his shoulder, where two knitted sweaters lay. “Porfa?” he pleaded, seeing the hesitation on your face. (please) 

Later that night, as the fan stage was wrapping up, Franco walked up to Lando, handing him the Mclaren jacket with a smile, “She didn't want it…” he muttered, “And she doesn't want you.” he added as an afterthought, shooting the Mclaren driver a smile before walking over to you. 

[lordprettyflackotara]

fill the void || fred weasley

SMUT. MINORS DNI. 18+

It felt odd in a way, being alone for the first time.

Usually you were surrounded by your fellow Slytherins, the smell of cigarettes and cologne something your nostrils had grown accustomed to. The sound of vicious insults or bitter rants making a nest in your ears. The sight of scowls with liquor in their hands, their knuckles typically bruised and bloody.

But right now, all of that was gone. The air in the courtyard was clean, the breeze blowing past you providing you with the smell of the earth. Your sights were centered on a giant oak tree, as well as the moon that dimly illuminated the area below. It was an odd change, your surroundings being so settled. You couldn’t help but wonder what you would’ve become if you hadn’t been placed in Slytherin. Maybe yellow would’ve suited you better.

It wasn’t that you despised your housemates, even if they were a group of misfit toys. Mattheo protected you, Theo tutored you, Draco was always glued to your side. It wasn’t them that troubled you. It was what wearing the sickening shade of green meant. Submission to the dark lord. Following the ideology of pureblood nonsense. Especially being one of the only prominent girls, there was always the lingering question who’d you marry and reproduce with.

Yuck.

“Am I interrupting?”

You didn’t need to turn around. You’d recognize a Weasley’s voice anywhere. “Unfortunately not,” You admitted. You hated to admit you knew which Weasley twin it was, a lanky Fred Weasley plopping down beside you on the concrete steps. He stretched out his long legs, mere inches separating both of you. “Is there a reason you’re perched out here instead of doing shots with your friends?” Fred asked. How could you explain why? Oh yes, I am having an existential crisis because of the fact my dress is emerald. Want to go inside and split a chocolate frog?

“Where’s your other half? Didnt think you two separated,” You quipped, brushing off his question. Fred took the hint, leaning back on his hands. “Currently snogging Angelina Johnson,” He answered. This caught your attention, your head snapping to look over at him. “The chaser that wiped the floor with Blaise last season?” You asked. Sometimes you forgot how small this dreaded University actually was. Fred nodded, shrugging. “Aggressive on and off the field, just the way George likes em,” He replied.

You snorted. “Ahh yes. Makes sense a Weasley would enjoy being slutted out,” You snickered. It was too easy of a jab. Fred began to man spread, his long legs in your personal bubble. “I wouldn’t be so hasty little serpent. A few of us know how to put a brat in their place,” He smirked. The cocky motherfucker winked, heat dashing across your cheeks. You must be in a different dimension. There’s no bloody way a Weasley made you blush. “You’re cute when you blush,” Fred praised. He couldn’t help but notice how good you looked in the moonlight, the beams highlighting your features.

“Are you complimenting me Weasley?” You questioned. You avoided his gaze, trying to ignore the fact your heart skipped a beat. “Obviously not, i’m flirting with you,” Fred replied, unable to control the smile creeping across his lips. You were just so easy to tease. “What makes you think you can flirt with me?” You asked, turning your head to look over at the ginger. He shrugged, meeting your firey gaze with ease. “Perhaps it’s because we’re in the same boat, sitting out here alone in a bloody courtyard while the yule ball is less than five hundred feet away,” Fred explained. You audibly scoffed. “Weasley’s can’t afford a boat,” You spat.

Fred chuckled at your insult, your venom harmless to him. “Considering you’re out here I think it’s safe to say your boat has sank. Guess we’re on the same island together then,” He replied. You couldn’t help but find his facial expression smug. “Great,” You grumbled. You rested your chin on your knees, contemplating your life decisions. Fred sighed. “Well, if my presence really isn’t that valued i’ll relocate,” He said. He began to rise to his feet, your body doing a one eighty. You didn’t realize your hand was gripping his wrist until it was, desperately holding him in place.

“Sit down Weasley. I-,” You paused, looking up at the ginger. “I’d prefer it if you stayed.”

Fred grinned down at you mischievously, resuming his place beside you. “Figured you’d say that. Just wanted to hear you say it,” He gloated. You slapped his arm. “You’re unbearable. You know that don’t you?” You grumbled. Fred couldn’t help but laugh. Your annoyance was adorable. “You seem to like it,” He replied. You frowned as he stood up in front of you. “Do not,” You argued.

“Do too.”

“Do not!”

Fred extended his hand in front of you. The faint sound of classical music could be heard over the stillness, the wind having faded out. “Care to dance?” He asked. The choice was standing right in front of you, demanding an answer. You could say no and continue moping on the stairs. You could say no and go back inside, all eyes on you once again. Or you could say yes, potentially having a good time with a boy you didn’t belong with. Dancing with a Weasley? Draco would have a field day with this one. But Fred’s hand never looked more appealing than it did in that moment.

Hesitantly you took his hand, allowing him to bring you to your feet. Even in heels he easily towered over you, the ginger not hesitating to bring you close to his chest. “You know you can drop the bad girl act with me, I won’t tell,” Fred said, guiding you back and forth. You were an awkward dancer, despite the endless ballroom dancing classes your parents put you through. “It’s not an act,” You argue. Fred looked down at you, his face painted like he knew you. Like he could see right through your hollow shell.

“Sure it isn’t. And i’m not the best prankster in Hogwarts,” He quipped. You slowly spun you around, giving you time to catch up as you almost tripped in your heels. “You’ve really got quite an ego, don’t you Weasley?” You asked. Fred grinned as he pulled you back close to him. “Thats a bit hypocritical, don’t you think?” He asked. You glared up at him. “I think not,” You argued. Even though your words were laced with venom, you couldn’t deny how much you enjoyed his touch.

So gentle but so assertive, guiding you. Your mind strayed away, imagining him guiding you a different way. Guiding you to take his cock, to ride him until the sun came up. “Hey? Are you listening little serpent?” Fred asked, his voice coming back into frame. You blinked a few times, trying to regain your composure. “Sorry, what?” You asked. Fred slowly guided the dance to a stop, the song ending. You couldn’t help but wish it’d last forever. “I was asking what you’re thinking about,” He said.

You could feel yourself turning red, your filthy thoughts flooding to the forefront of your mind. You felt tongue tied, unable to confess your dirty fantasies. “Ohh, I see,” Fred said. You couldn’t bear to look at him in the eye, embarrassed enough to be in this position. You felt his slender fingers slide under your chin, guiding you to look up at him. You allowed him to guide you, his eyes boring into yours. You liked that, allowing him to guide you. Even if he was supposed to be bad for you, his touch put you on cloud nine.

“Do you like that? When I guide you? Take control?” Fred asked, his voice dropping an octave lower than before. You could’ve dropped to your knees in an instant. “Maybe I do,” You replied, not wanting to cave, not just yet. Fred leaned down further, pressing his lips against yours. His lips were warmer than you thought they’d be, filling the void inside of you. The void that craved approval and validation. His lips provided all of that and more. He guided you towards the giant oak tree, pinning you against it.

The sharp bark scraped at your back, a groan escaping your lips as Fred’s refused to stray from yours. You raked your hands throw his hair, pulling at the roots roughly. Fred whined into your mouth, smirking as he pulled away. “Cute,” He murmured. His eyes flickered behind you, ensuring no one was around. “As much as i’d love to make you squirm, we can’t do much here,” He whispered. You pulled him back to your lips, sliding your tongue into his mouth. You couldn’t get enough, your body craving him.

“That eager, are we?” Fred asked, pulling you back in for another kiss. You gently bit his bottom lip, pulling it towards you. “Fuck me, at the very least Weasley,” You ordered weakly, your body betraying the attempt at dominance you were spewing. Fred grinned mischievously. “Turn around for me pretty girl,” He purred. You did as asked, his large hands pushing you against the tree. You could hear the clinking of his belt, your core throbbing in anticipation.

His large hands pushed up your dress, pulling your panties to the slide. “You’re lucky we’re in the courtyard, otherwise i’d make you beg and scream for me to fuck you,” Fred purred. You felt his tip brush up and down your folds, a moan escaping your lips. One of Fred’s hands flew to your mouth. “Gotta keep quiet little serpent. Dont want anyone to hear you being a whore for a Weasley, do you?” He taunted. He pushed himself inside of you slowly, your body feeling like it may split in two.

“You’re fuckin soaked for me,” Fred mused, placing a sloppy kiss against your shoulder. Your moans were muffled by his hand, your walls struggling to accommodate his size. “I’m bigger than Malfoy aren’t I?” He asked teasingly as he bottomed out inside of you. You grabbed onto his wrist, yanking it away from your mouth. “In your dreams Weasley,” You spat, whimpering as he bucked his hips ever so slightly. Fred began to suck at the side of your neck, harsh enough to leave a hickey. “Dont leave marks on me,” You argued, moaning as he began to thrust into you. Fred released your neck with a pop, satisfied as the skin began to turn purple.

“Whys that? Afraid your boy toys will find out you’ve let me in between your legs?” Fred asked, beginning to pick up the pace. His pace was brutal, his hand flying back over your mouth to muffle your sinful noises. “When they ask tell them. Tell them how I ruined you. How a Gryffindor made you cum in a courtyard like a dog in heat,” Fred huffed. He continued to viciously snap his hips into yours, his cock abusing your g spot with each thrust. You moaned his name into his hand, gripping one of his wrist and the tree for support.

“You’re so fucking tight, so perfect,” Fred groaned into your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He removed his hand from your mouth, his hands taking their rightful place on your hips. “I’m going to make you cum on my cock. You understand me? You’re going make a mess for me,” Fred ordered. His orders were hypnotizing, your legs beginning to shake as he held onto the fabric of your dress. You could feel the knot inside of you tighten, a familiar feeling coming.

“Please make me cum Freddie, fucking please,” You pleaded, your orgasm coming faster than you’d like to admit. Fred chuckled, fucking you mercilessly against the tree. “There she is, there’s my sweet whore. Go on, cum for me,” He panted. You squeezed his wrist tightly as you came, euphoria washing over you as you came on his shaft. Your legs trembled, threatening to give out on you at any moment. You felt Fred’s hips stutter, the ginger pulling out of you.

He guided you onto the ground, your bare knees hitting the dirt below. You stuck out your tongue, allowing Fred to cum inside of your mouth. “Holy shit,” Fred moaned, watching as you swallowed every last top. You both sat there for a moment, your highs subsiding as you soaked in what you had just done.

“Hey y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“You wanna grab a butterbeer sometime?”

“Shut up Weasley.”

[hayw1res]

𖦹 ` 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝅄 ; synopsis : von lycaon is a true gentleman, he would never act on his selfish desires on his master. that is until mating season rolls around…

𝅄 ; warnings : 18+ , knotting , mating press , mentions of breeding “pregnancy and pups” , p in v , unprotected sex , light predator x prey , slight dubcon but everything is consensual , animalistic urges , slight fluff at the end

𝅄 ; a/n : my first fic on this account, i do hope you enjoy! my requests are open of course. not proofread ; sorry for any errors!

NEW ERIDU, is home to many individuals and home to many different factions. One of those being Victoria Housekeeping . You found yourself at the mercy of those individuals from time to time, especially the ever so proper Von Lycaon. A gentleman through and through , who isn’t afraid of protecting his dear master from the depths of the hollows where you often find yourself after conducting research.

Now, you knew better not to get too involved in any of his personal business, but when he sent a sudden notice of absence it worried you. Why on earth would he need to leave? For how long? What was wrong with him? You had to know, as his close friend and well.. esteemed patron. That’s what lead you to meet at the place you knew would have your answers. Strangely enough, none of the girls were home either, not even Ms Alexandrina.

It sent a shiver down your spine as you crept through the empty halls, it was silent..eerie. It was almost perfect for their faction at least but even for them this seemed a little far fetched. A little too silent for your liking. You could hear the way your heel clicked and clacked against the concrete floor beneath you. It was dark, the sun set a while ago..the moon shined bright through one of the cracked windows, the cold hair caused your hairs to raise and goosebumps to form. Why was everything suddenly so much scarier?

You just needed to find Lycaon and deliver the basket of treats you made for him , to hopefully quell whatever illness he described in his latest message as to why he had to be distant for a while. You turned the corner, only a few feet away from the room of the wolf thiren when you heard a growling. It pierced through your ears as the only thing breaking the eerie silence, that and now your increased heartbeat. You gasp, It sounded like he was in pain.. you didnt want him to feel pain anymore! You were just here to help.

You pick up the pace almost speed walking to his door, it was locked. You turn the handle again and again, calling out to him to let you in! To let you cure his sickness. Oh how naive and ignorant you are. The wolf was no longer the pristine and well groomed man you usually met , but more an untamed beast of pure and undeniable lust. The door swung open, almost off its hinges as he towered above you. Did he get taller? His chest was exposed, his once clean attire was discarded in rags behind him. He panted , his fangs almost dripping in saliva as he looked at you like you were his meal.

You didnt know why your legs burned as you ran away from the beast, you didn’t even know why you were running to begin with. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you heard his heavy footsteps behind you, no less giving you a lead. You knew Lycaon could catch up to you if he truly wanted to. But this wasn’t Lycaon this was someone—something else. You blanked, which way did you come from? Where were you? You made the mistake of standing idle while an animal hunted you. His breathing was ragged in your ear as his clawed hand tightened around you waist yet he didnt hurt you, in fact it was the opposite.

“Stay.” He finally spoke, his voice was almost unrecognizable as the rest of his appearance. His fur was unkept, his eyes were almost completely black as he stared down at you..but the small part of him was still there- that still wanted to protect you, his master. He knew exactly how to, he knew how to protect you from everyone else, everyone who wasn’t him—every other thiren or human out there who dared to claim you. No. He would do it first before them all.

Completely compromised, you’re almost forced in position with your face touching the hard cold floor and his hands forcibly tearing apart your garments. You squeal, you try and break free and tell Lycaon to calm down! Your pleads fall deaf to his ears, the only sense he can make out is your scent. Arousal, fear.. it was a deadly mix for a wolf, it made him crave you more. His hands were somehow soft against your plush skin, playing with the fat of your thighs as he forced your body in every position he could until he was satisfied. You couldn’t help but feel your core leak at the sight of him when you’re finally on your back. His cock was large and swelling, pulsing over your entrance as he tried to hold back every urge he could until he knew you were ready.

His long digits found way into your core, it stun as he dragged them in and out, you knew you needed more than this you needed him. “Ly—Lycaon” You’d call, forcing him to throw out every thought telling him to take his time. You needed him as he needed you, and who was he to deny his master their desire? He almost couldn’t resist when your walls clamped around his thick member, his saliva dripped down onto your exposed chest- coating your mounds with the liquid as his hand came up to massage it in. His pace began slowly, he still cared of course. You could feel everything, every thrust, every twitch—you could feel it all.

Gradually he sped up, he started to thrust at an unforgiving pace, his moans breathless and mixing with your downright pornographic voice, he never felt so much pleasure in his life—all that buildup truly meant something now that he can unload everything he had into you, yes, yes hed give you his all. He would fill you to the brim and get you nice and pregnant with his kin—with his pups. You could do that right?

“you-you will mother..mother my kin—wont you master?” He purred, his tongue lapping at your neck as he started to fuck you like an animal- like the beast he truly was. You could barely speak back, your brain was practically mush at this point. You could only cling to the little you could as your poor cunt got abused by his unforgiving pace. His knot began to swell against the base of his cock, you could feel it prodding at your entrance— no, you couldn’t take this! Not when you could barely take his cock. That didn’t matter to Lycaon though, you would take it whether you liked it or not. His hands came to your thighs yet again but this time to force them beside your head, your teary eyed fucked out face only urged him on.

“yes—yes! take my knot.. my beloved-! my master—please, please let me in..” He’d growl before biting down on your neck , you scream as you feel that familiar burst of energy shock through you- the slick from your cum and arousal created the perfect substance for his knot to slide inside of you..filing you to the brim with his cum. He licked at your neck as his tail wagged behind him furiously.. he finally found someone suitable for his kin.. for his love..for his desires to be fulfilled.

He couldn’t let you go now, not even long after he calmed down. In reality, he was terrified on seeing you now that he was in the right state of mind..what an idiot he was. “Master—I deeply apologize for my behavior. This is why I notified everyone about the full moon” His voice made you chuckle, of course.. the damn moon. “Master-?” He called again, afraid he may have broken you. You surely were “broken” at least that’s how your body felt.

“Lycaon”

“Yes Master-?”

“Carry me to bed”

“Of course..I am at your service”