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evilfloralfoolery · 5 months ago

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Love Bites: A Tale of Indulgent Preternatural Fuckery

I was going to wait until morning to post this, but fuck it. I make my own rules. Please enjoy some poncy ass fetish fuckery between 324 year old French vampire Lucian d'Alarie and his far more modern 82 year old, tattooed werewolf lover, Marrok Rafe.

Guess which one has "the thing."

*This story already has multiple parts that I may or not post. It depends on a few factors.

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“Lucian?? Lucian!! Where are you hiding??”

Somewhere from the other side of the ridiculous estate, his beloved is bellowing in a manner that would wake the dead. Or, in Lucian’s case, the undead.

- I am not hiding. You are simply blinded by whatever rage has a hold upon you. -

He bursts through the door. The balcony door. From outside of it. Marrok never did appreciate the simplicity and ease a door offered.

“Get out of my head.” Marrok’s voice is a flat growl, a rumble far too low to be human.

Because he is not.

“And how else would you hear me, hmm? With all of your grandiose nonsense. Mon dieu, Marrok. I realize that we have no neighbors, but–”

“What. Happened.” Again, not a question. A demand of sorts.

Lucian does not grant him an answer at his impatient behest. Instead, he takes a moment to appreciate the feral being before him. Lean and well-muscled with shoulders even broader than his own, skin bronzed from the sun, and adorned with a myriad of tattoos, Marrok looks every bit the part of the apex predator that he truly is. The topmost portion of his rather absurd length of jagged jet black hair is pulled tight by some manner of elastic, revealing the tips of his pointed ears and the shaved sides of his head beneath.

There was a time when Lucian found such a thing appalling. But it suited Marrok on many levels.

“I am not certain.” Lucian sinks down into one of the wingback chairs near the now flung-open balcony doors, just beyond the reach of the sun’s rays. “I feel . . . strange. Like a mortal does when nursing the beginnings of an illness.”

Marrok folds his arms with a disgruntled frown, the permanent artwork that resides there flexing with the movement. “That doesn’t happen to your kind or mine.”

“Not necessarily. We do not know everything, you and I. Perhaps–”

“No.” Marrok cuts him off. “It’s not fucking possible.”

Lucian pinches the bridge of his nose between two fingers with a wince. Not only is his head pounding like a drum, but an incessant prickle also resides there. The nuisance saw fit to surge to a burn at times, causing a far greater inconvenience, one that he rarely dealt with, unless too much sunlight were involved.

Which was not currently the issue at the moment. However, that knowledge did little to placate the persistent tingling itch. After several attempts at fending it off, Lucian resigns himself to his fate, tugging a handkerchief from the pocket of his trousers and making good use of it.

“HhhehISSSSHHIIU!”

“ExcusehhhISSCH! ISSCHHuh!---hhhuuh . . . ! Hhhh . . .!”

Ungodly, wretched misery of a—

He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment and exhales a slow, steadying breath. “Très désolée. I . . . have not the control to manage this.”

“This is bullshit!” Marrok looks as if he would rather cast himself in the confines of the fountain from the third story balcony than exist in this current shared space. “You can't be–” he gestures with an exasperated flurry of fingers “--that!”

Lucian arches an eyebrow. “Unwell?”

“Don’t.” Marrok tears away the band holding the layers of his thick hair with a snap of elastic.

Sprigs of haphazard darkness jut from his scalp in an almost comical defiance and Lucian morphs a laugh into a cough on purpose.

“This isn't funny, Lucian.” The words are more of a growl, rumbling and full of an intent to intimidate.

If anything actually served to intimidate Lucian.

“And yet, here we are.”

“No, there you are. We are not doing this.”

“You speak as if I had some choice in the matter.”

Marrok is two centimeters from his person in half as many seconds. “You did this to yourself. I don't know how you did it, but you did.”

Lucian rises to his feet with an almost bored aire. “Accusational hysteria does not suit you, mon cher.”

Clawed fingers snatch at the lapels of his shirt. “Don't patronize me, you French fuck.”

“Is that what you desire, then?” Lucian slides his hands to cup the snarling visage between his palms. “Some French fuck?”

He casts the other “man” a smirk that promises seduction, but not without a staggering dosage of smug upper handedness. And clearly, Marrok isn't entertaining anything of the sort.

“Get off me.” He gives Lucian a rough, but far lighter shove than anticipated.

The werewolf stalks over to the ornate bookcase, scans several titles, and swears when he realizes whatever he desires is near the topmost part of it. Not that this hinders him in any way. Marrok simply jumps, snatches his preferred literature from its resting place, and rebounds off of the wall to land effortlessly back onto his feet.

“Whatever are you doing?”

“Research,” Marrok grunts.

He flops down into the chair formerly occupied by Lucian and begins leafing through the text while Lucian has a seat upon the bed.

“Marrok.” Lucian gestures with one hand. “Come to me.”

The werewolf doesn't look up from his reading. “No.”

“S’il vous plaît, mon cher. I am so very cold.”

Marrok turns a page. “You're dead. Comes with the territory.”

“Do you not think that I am incapable of feeling a draft simply because I am no longer mortal?”

“That’s right,” Marrok says. “And you know that shit.”

Well. One had ways of changing that type of attitude, especially with the omnipresent twinge dwelling deep within his sinuses. The simple act of breathing would be enough. Not that one such as Lucian needed the trappings of this rather human inconvenience, but even the undead still functioned in a similar fashion, needed or not.

He allows his breathing to slow, for his breath to hitch, and makes a show of fumbling for his handkerchief as his expression dissolves into abject helplessness.

“Hhh-hiiih. . .! HiihhISSSSHU–ISSSCH! . . . HhIKGSSCH-UUH!”

He buries his nose in the crumpled fabric, shoulders shuddering, unbound hair curtaining his face.

The book snaps closed. Footsteps that are more of a marching stomp approach.

“You did that on purpose.”

Judging by how much of that sentence is coated in the most inhuman of growls, Marrok is more than merely ruffled. He is infuriated beyond measure.

“I assure you that I did n–”

Marrok is atop him, pinning him to the mattress.

“You did.” The werewolf snarls against his mouth and fangs graze his lips. “But I'm fresh out of fucks.”

“Mmm, are you?” Lucian reaches between his legs with a most uncouth clenching of fingers around Marrok’s most sensitive attributes. “What a shame that would be.” He snatches handfuls of the thin, black cotton shirt Marrok is so fond of and jerks him against his chest hard enough to elicit a grunt from his lover. “Je veux te baiser.”

“Hope you don't like these pants.” Marrok's nails slash the well-stitched fabric to indecent ribbons before Lucian can answer.

“Such violence in you.” Lucian flashes him a hint of his own fangs, different from that of a werewolf, but equally as lethal. “It is a quality I find most captivating.”

The dark yellow of Marrok’s eyes is near amber. “Stop talking.”

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(TBC or no?)

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aliciavance4228 · 10 days ago

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Some of My Favourite Moments/Interpretations Written by Lucian

Gotta love this guy.

Hermes complaining to Maia about how miserable his life is;

Zeus accusing Prometheus of inventing the woman (in the older myths it was Hephaestus the one who created Pandora);

Eros giving dating advice to Zeus;

EROS: Keep that aegis of yours quiet, and leave the thunderbolt at home; make yourself as smart as you can; curl your hair and tie it up with a bit of ribbon, get a purple cloak, and gold-bespangled shoes, and march forth to the music of flute and drum;—and see if you don't get a finer following than Dionysus, for all his Maenads.

Hermes managed to stole Poseidon's trident, Ares' sword, Apollo's arrows and bow, Hephaestus' pincers, Aphrodite's girdle, Zeus' sceptre and several items from the Underworld back when he was a baby;

Hephaestus initially hesitating to crack Zeus' skull and then being like: "Wow, a woman! And in armour too." right after Athena's birth.

Hermes telling Poseidon that Zeus is about to give birth to Dionysus, and Poseidon being something like: "I didn't know he could get pregnant."

Heracles calling Asclepcius "root-grubber", "quack" and "numskull" during an argument over which one of them deserves a better place now that both of them became immortal;

Apollo calling Hermes "my love";

Apollo and Hermes complaining about how they two currently have no bitches, whereas Hephaestus is married with two gorgeous women at the same time;

Apollo asks Hermes if he would be ashamed of being humiliated in the same way Ares was when Hephaestus catched him naked in his bed with his wife. Hermes promptly replies that he wouldn't mind a bit, provided he got to sleep with Aphrodite.;

Eros making Rhea falling in love with Attis. After a chaotic marriage with a husband who ate five of her children and didn't hesitate to cheat on her as well she deserves to have her own fun too;

Hera is a wine mom and this is the only thing that could make her and Dionysus be decent with each other;

Eros being scared as fuck by Athena and freaking out only when he sees her eyes;

#greek mythology #greek gods #lucian of samosata #dialogues of the gods #ramblings

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nerdieforpedro · 7 months ago

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Weekend Update 04/14/2024

Nerdie, you’re kinda late tonight.

Yeah, it was all taxes this weekend. 😭 Ugh. But it’s done. Let’s not talk about it anymore.

OK…So what’s new?

Back to work after time off. Adjusting and writing. I did watch the Ryan Gosling SNL episode. I laughed so hard.

I did get a manicure and pedicure - 💜 purple hehe!

I did read some fics this week:

1. Something Old by @fhatbhabie (Javi G x plus size female)

2. Sexting by @reallyrallyauthor (Steven Grant x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley x You)

3. Enchanted to Meet You by @beskarandblasters (Din Djarin x f reader)

4. Fires at Midnight by @inept-the-magnificent (Lucian Flores x f reader)

5. A Midnight Plea by @soft-persephone (Marc Spector x fem reader)

6. A Galaxy Far Far Away part 6: Halloween at Juniper Cottage - Pick your own pumpkin by @grogusmum (Din Djarin x earthling f reader)

7. I’ll Give You The Moon by @soft-persephone (Marc Spector x fem reader)

8. Mi Santa by @fhatbhabie (Frankie Morales x reader)

I did write some this week 👀 I’m sorry I’m advance. Things ended up dark. 😭 Those are marked with the red.

Back & Nose, Hair and Hat - (Only Parts of you Mr. Morales Series)

Her smile was worth it - for the iamasaddie writing challenge 2.0 (Pero Tovar modern AU DARK FIC)

Interlude Two - Tell me about her and Part Seven Merging the Star Clusters - (The Lake between us Series)

Scarlet Stains and their Echoes (DARK FIC) - Post Apocalyptic Fluff and Stuff

Chapter 3: Can we talk for a minute? - This is the Neighborhood Din Series.

This week there were a few things, like the writing challenge 2.0 @iamasaddie put together. We sent in asks, pick a color (I did it to myself, I asked for mob enforcer- where else was the fic to go but dark?) Despite being kinda freaked out at what I wrote (I’ll need to process that later) I like it. I usually don’t do dark fics but given recent themes in my writing it’s there. 👀 So I’ll write it if it pops up in the brain.

And this past weekend (I totally missed but sweethearts @perotovar and @honeyedmiller tagged me in) was the @swiftiscruff friendship exchange. From what I saw, people are writing fics for each other, making gif and moodboards and proving much needed friendship and fun. 😎

I’m sure there are other things. But I dunno what they are. 🤣 I hope everyone enjoys what they’re working on. And if you need to rest, drink some water, dance around, nap, all the things.

This week there will another chapter of Din’s neighborhood, I FINALLY have more Din fluff. Well in the neighborhood and Star Ocean Series. I should have another chapter of Benny and actual fluff post apocalypse. It escaped last week. So we’re bringing it back.

No more Ezra and his gumbo or tanktop 🥺 Part 8 will be up next Sunday. His prose will be no more for now. 🙃

My Frankie miniseries will be almost done. This Friday and the next Friday of my math is right. lol

Special thanks:

@mysterious-moonstruck-musings for finding an excellent pic of Frankie’s back and giving me notes on smut that I chose not to use for now

@connectioneverywhere for letting me talk their thumbs off and putting them to sleep. 🤣

@soft-persephone I see you 👀 Two words: Dem noses. 👃 You know. 😄

@megamindsecretlair You need to write about some curls! Telling me and Softie to write about them. You know which curls. 🤭

@soft-girl-musings Songbird, Cabbie and loud ass Marcello on drums. Why did I half expect him to be playing drums on SNL? 😂 He was wearing a very loud shirt so half credit.

@tinytinymenace it’s always fun seeing your namesake laying and just relaxing. 😎 With a dope poof.

@604to647 I really appreciated your ask and messages this week. 💜

Have a great week everyone! 🥰

Love Nerdie ❤️❤️❤️

#weekend update #Nerdie’s update #just under the wire #pedro pascal characters #oscar issac characters #fanfiction #fanfic rec #lovely friends #and just some fun

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highlady-sorcha · 1 year ago

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A Beastly Drive (Lucien x Elain)

The candle burned low on the corner of Lucien’s desk, but he forced himself to keep writing. This missive didn’t truly need to be done and given over to Rhys for another week- possibly more. But, Elain would be home at any moment now, and he couldn’t face her.

To his delight, when he needed to be home today in his own office, she had spent the day at the River House with her sisters. Spring was officially dawning in the night court, and the High Lord and Lady had essentially given the grounds of their grand new estate over to his mate to landscape at her pleasure. She spent nearly every waking moment there, coming home smelling of freshly turned earth and sun soaked sweat.

A growl escaped Lucian’s throat at the thought, his cock perking up immediately, sending deep throbs into the pit of his stomach and down the inside of his legs. The feeling so harsh that his breath came quicker, in small pants that parted his lips.

In no uncertain terms did he desire Elain, he wanted her more than air, than water or food. But she was so… fragile. Only months ago had he won her over, and she accepted their bond. Their romance had been fast and furious then, that bond drawing Elain to him, and through that allowing her to truly love him for the whole male he was.

But then, she got sick. Nothing major, a stomach bug of sorts that had her in their bed, and a strange rash that had broken out on her chest and over her rib cage. Once Madja had visited, she had narrowed the problem down quickly enough. Elain was having an allergic reaction, and to something that she was consistently consuming since the bug wasn’t going away. There was only one thing that fit the bill: her contraceptive tea.

Elain had stopped drinking it that evening, avoiding her normal steaming mug before they settled into bed that night. By the next morning, the rash was nearly gone, except for the few welts that she had scratched open, and she felt infinitely better.

Other things had changed though, too. Maybe it was just his knowing that now there was nothing stopping her from carrying a child. Maybe it was something subtle that had changed in her scent, below his level of detection. It could have only been the fact that it was spring and nearly every other animal was in rut- but Lucien was going insane with the need to lay Elain down and fuck her until he knew in no uncertain terms that she carried his child.

Thinking back over the last few days had his cock straining at his pants. He groaned and shifted, trying to reduce the pressure. Finally, he gave up and dropped his quill back onto the desk top. It bounced a few times, splattering black ink over the missive and onto the surrounding golden oak.

Lucien leaned back in his stiff desk chair, the carved wood back unforgiving. He rolled up the sleeves of his linen shirt, shoving them past his elbows. His hands nearly shook as he reached for the fly of his green corduroy pants. He undid the button, pulled on the zipper and-

“Lucien?” A voice like warm honey dripping off a freshly baked biscuit murmured his name from the door of his office. His heart pounded a nearly predatory cadence, like the wild drumming of Calanmai. Biting his lip though, He pulled his fly back up and fumbled with the button at the waistband of his pants.

“Yes dear? Is everything alright?” He asked, trying to force his voice back to normality.

His beautiful mate stood in the door to his office. She was dressed in a pale pink linen gown whose sleeves slouched over her shoulder, revealing the full view of her beautiful neck and chest with just a hint of her full bosom. The skin revealed was tinged a faint pink with a soft sunburn beginning to set. Freckles dotted the creamy expanse. A floppy sunhat was clutched in one hand and he could see from his seat the dirt caked underneath her nails. She was natural, part of the earth… and the hunger that lived beneath his skin, constantly craving her since she stopped her tea…it positively writhed.

“I- I just came to see you. We haven’t spent much time together recently.”

Lucien waved her concern away, trying to laugh casually.

“I’ve just been so busy, you know how it is.”

Elain lifted one eyebrow, pursing her pretty pink lips. Her gray blue eyes roved up and down her mate’s body. They flicked to his crotch after a moment and lingered a breath longer than they had elsewhere. She met his eye and then stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind her. She leaned against the gold oak paneling. The toasty yellow light cast by the lamps placed around the room caught on highlights in her hair, and danced along the curves of her body.

“Lucien, dear, I don’t know how stupid you think I am, but cut it out.” She said sweetly. Lucien’s fake smile fell, his face getting stuck somewhere between confusion and shock. “If you’re going to have an affair, I expect you to just tell me. It took a lot for me to accept our mating bond,” Elain paused and swallowed, her eyes were rimmed in silver. “It took a lot. A lot of trust, of lot of time and a leap of faith. And even though it was hard work, I fell in love with you, truly. You at least owe me honesty, if not faithfulness.”

“Elain-“

She held up a hand, and Lucien fell silent. A tear tracked its way down her round cheek. Lucien hungered to lick it off her skin. “I love you dearly, Lucien, and I thought that if you didn’t love me in the same way, you at least had respect for me. Having a secret affair tells me otherwise.”

She choked around the last few words. Lucien let silence rest between them for a few moments. His mind was moving a mile a minute. Had he been that withdrawn from her? Was he that terrible of a mate and husband, that he gave the impression of adultery when trying to protect her from himself?

The male took a deep breath to calm the emotions rolling around in his chest. “Can I speak?” He asked, finally. His voice even.

“Go ahead, you’ve heard my side.” She said.

Tears ran openly over her cheeks and dripped off her chin. As Lucien watched, one ran down the crease of her cleavage and disappeared. Lucien let a pant escape his lips at the sight. Restraint had his legs shaking as he slowly stood from his chair.

“Elain, I can promise you, on my life, on any life that you ask, that I am not having an affair. Since you were Made, since the moment you stepped from the cauldron as one of the fae- there was no other female besides you. There never could be. Before we accepted our bond, I tried once or twice, just to get my mind off of you. It never worked, I couldn’t do it. It’s only been you, and always will be.”

He took a few steps toward her, he kept his hands folded behind his back, not trusting himself to not reach out to her, hold her close and show her just all the ways he loved her so deeply.

Elain’s tears had stopped flowing as quickly. She sniffled and looked him up and down before holding his russet gaze. He watched her search for truth in his remaining eye, and he tugged at the bond, that golden thread that would tie them together for all time to come.

“Then- then why have you been sneaking around? What have I done?” She finally asked.

Lucien sighed. Did he tell her the truth? Would she find him disgusting? Elain stared at the male expectantly.

“Because…. It’s not your fault, it’s me, and-“

Elain snorted. “That’s what they all say. It’s never the other person.” She rolled her eyes before fixing him back in her tear stained gaze. Lucien snarled softly.

“Just listen to me.. It really isn’t about you, it’s.. it’s rutting season and- and as soon as you stopped taking that tea, your scent changed and I just can’t- I can’t control myself. I don’t want to hurt you, so I just, I just stayed away.” He stumbled through an explanation he felt hardly made sense. But thinking around the throbbing in the pit of his stomach was growing harder the longer she was close.

Elain wiped the tears from her face, looking him up and down again. The devastation that had twisted her soft features was gone. Instead, a sort of sweet smirk turned her mouth.

“So, you haven’t been having an affair? Instead, you’ve been so horny that you hid from me.”

The spunk that the rest of the world rarely saw nearly set Lucien on fire.

“I, um. I don’t think you understa-“

“Oh I understand.” She said slyly.

Elain stepped towards Lucien, slinging her sunhat to the floor as she did so. Gracefully, she came to stand toe to toe with him. Despite the significant difference in their heights, she smirked up at him like she was in fact the one that held the upper hand in that moment.

“I understand that the big scary fox can hardly control himself, so he becomes afraid of his mate.”

Lucien’s mouth fell open. He knew well the fire that she hid from the world. It was like a secret that they shared between the two of them. But this? She wasn’t ready to play with an animal in rut. His need to hold her down and breed her like a wild beast wasn’t something he would subject his sweet Elain to.

She reached for the still open button of his pants, but Lucien’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, harder than he had intended to. His cock begged for her touch, pressing so hard against the zipper of his pants he was afraid the shape would be bruised into the flesh there.

“Elain,” he said softly, almost begging. “It- it’s not that simple, rut isn’t just being horny for you,” his cock throbbed painfully, tearing a soft moan from his throat. “Although gods know I’m aching for you, my flower.”

Elain drew her plump lower lip between her teeth and stepped closer to him, not fighting to free her wrist. She was so close that a deep breath would have her barely contained breasts pushing against his chest.

“Then tell me. Why isn’t it that simple?” she breathed.

Her eyes were hooded, a lusty heat burning low in their lashed, steely blue expanses. Lucien allowed himself to place his hands on her hips, gripping her tightly. He leaned down to meet her face, and placed a soft kiss on the very tip of her nose. A pale pink flush was left in his wake.

“Rut..” He began, fighting his instincts to show rather than tell her. “Rut is when fae males…. Come into season. It doesn’t come very often, for some males more than others…” he trailed off.

Breathing in the scent of his mate. She smelled of everything ripe, fertile. Fresh fruit growing fat on sun warmed vines, newly tilled soil waiting for seed, just opened buds on flower stems. Her body was ready to accept him and what it could give her. A primal part of her felt that realization in the same heartbeat he did. Lucien could feel it in the way her breath hitched, her lips parted to allow her breathing to come easier.

“And?” She asked, hurrying him on when the male could have lived in that moment forever.

Lucien growled softly before speaking. His voice low and husky. “When we’re in rut, we’re extremely fertile. Since we don’t… produce heirs very often, it’s meant to give us an opening where we’re guaranteed to carry on the next generation. When we go into rut, we need to breed. The urge to fall on our mates and just…. Fuck like animals is near impossible to resist. And then if we do go to bed with them…”

His cock throbbed hard and fast. Just seeing Elain naked might be enough to send him over the edge, have him finishing in his pants. Not that five minutes later he wouldn’t be ready to go again. And again, and again.

“And if you go to bed with them?”

Elain’s question was hardly more than a sigh. Lucien groaned, and let the leash on his hunger slip, just the slightest. He pulled Elain against him, grinding her against his hard length. The scent of her arousal, honeyed and sweet, cloying and thick in the air exploded around them.

Lucien bowed his head and captured his mate’s mouth with his lips. She tasted like spring, mother nature embodied. He kissed her hard and fast, his tongue bursting into her mouth and exploring every inch of her. Elain, as always, gave as good as she got. Her tongue met his and wrestled around the inside of her mouth. Their lips were a frenzy of teeth, nibbling on the opposite’s lip. Elain lifted one leg, wrapping it around Lucian’s thigh. He groaned into his mate’s mouth and gripped her thigh, holding it to his hip. With his other hand, he rucked up her long skirts so at the front they sat at her waist. She ground against him, seeking any little bit of friction she could find. Even through the fabric of his pants, she was hot and needy.

Just before his leash on civility rushed completely out of his hands, Lucien clamped down on it. He pulled away from Elain. She mewled in protest, her eyes half closed. Lucien felt precum wet the inside of his clothing at the sight of her swollen lips, begging for his mouth.

“Elain,” he panted. “Elain, while I’m in rut, if I go to bed with you, you’re almost guaranteed to get pregnant. You need to know this before I can do anything with you.”

He spoke every word clearly, shutting out all of the sensations clanging through him at the same time. She needed to understand this. He wasn’t just horny, this wasn’t just his typical want and need for her body- this was something much different. Something much wilder that was out of his control. Something that had serious consequences.

Lucien chewed the inside of his lip, preparing himself to let Elain go. He would never blame her. Childbirth, even for the fae was dangerous and unpredictable. After all she had seen her younger sister go through bringing their nephew into the world, Lucien would never ask his bride to bear a child if she didn’t want.

Elain opened her eyes wider, a serious look washing through them, chasing away the unbridled lust from moments before. A warmth filled them, the gentle kindness that had held Lucien’s heart from the first moment he saw her.

“If I go to bed with you now, I’ll get pregnant?” She asked simply. Her eyes roved his scarred face, searching for truth and any lies hidden beneath.

Lucien nodded. “Yes, my flower. I can almost guarantee it.”

Elaine’s face stretched into a wide smile before she drew her lower lip between her teeth. With one finger, she touched the plane of his chest above his heart. Although still covered by his cream colored linen shirt, Lucien felt the heat of her even in such a minute contact.

She traced a line from his heart, up his neck and to his lips, where she cupped his jaw and pulled her mate down to her level. Most of Lucien’s long red hair was tied into a tail at the nape of his neck, but it had worked loose throughout the day. Elain nestled her face into his fiery locks and nuzzled the curve of his ear.

“Then all the more reason to fuck me, Fox.” She murmured into her mate’s ear. “I want you to hold me down and put your baby in me. Breed me like a gods damned animal.”

A moan ripped from Lucien’s throat as his leash on civility was completely torn away from him. His mouth again crashed against hers as he scooped her up with both hands on her ass.

Elain gasped in delight as he took a few heavy steps with her in his arms before slamming them against the wall. There, his lips broke from Elain’s, but before she could complain this time, he planted rough kisses down her neck. Marking and biting as he went. His mate whimpered and writhed against him.

Her skin was salty with the taste of her sweat that had begun to leak from her pores. He savored the taste of it on his lips, slipping over his tongue and hanging somewhere in the back of his throat. When he reached her cleavage, Lucien at first buried his face in his mate’s breasts. The supple skin there welcoming him home like an old friend.

Needing to see and feel and taste more of her, Lucien rammed one leg up between his mates own, so that his knee met the wall behind her, and Elaine’s weight rested there. With his hands free, Lucien looked up only long enough to see his mate’s head thrown back in ecstasy, her lips parted as her breath shivered between her wet, swollen lips. He caught the front of her dress in one hand and ripped it clean down the front of the bodice. The soft cotton gown fell to Elaine’s waist, baring her breasts before her mate.

Immediately, her rosy pink nipples tightened as the cool air of the room swirled around them. Lucien wasted only a breath or two admiring them before diving in. He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, swirling the tip of his tongue around the hardened bud.

Elain let out a low moan, and grabbed Lucien’s head, tangling her fingers in his hair as he worked at her. He palmed his mate’s other breast. Groaning at their perfection. Just the perfect size to fit in his hand, to play with and enjoy. The skin of the bud that he playfully nipped with his teeth was sweet, like Elain had been doused with just the thinnest coating of powdered sugar.

Lucien worked his hands lower as he enjoyed Elain’s breasts. Every whimper that slipped from her rosy lips, every painful tug on his fiery hair went straight to his cock. He could feel the front of his pants growing damper with precum. He needed her, and soon.

He slid his hands from his mate’s breasts and caressed her sides, enjoying the soft curves of her. The dip of her waist and the gentle slope of her hips. When his hands reached her hips where the bunched, dress with its torn bodice hung, he deftly picked her up just high enough to slip the garment under her ass and let it fall down her legs.

The soft cotton slipped to the floor, and Lucien pulled back. His Elain was perched on his knee completely naked. Her face was heated with desire, a bright flush that ran from the apples of her cheeks, down her marked neck and covering the tops of her breasts where it danced with the gentle freckles spattered there. Elain’s legs were spread on either side of his knee, and realizing that he’d let her go for the moment, she whined before grinding into the muscle over the top of his thigh.

Lucien chuckled, enjoying the sight. He grabbed her hips again and kissed her briefly before playfully biting her lip.

“Someone is awful horny for their mate.” Lucien growled, trailing kisses over her jaw to her ear.

“Yes baby, I just want you inside me,” Elain gasped, grinding harder against his leg.

Lucien chuckled again, deeply, and guided her hips through the motions of her pleasure, watching her desperately try to find her release.

His thumbs glided over the smooth skin of her belly, and the thought of what tonight would do to her nearly brought Lucien to his knees.

“You want me inside you little flower? You just want me inside you to fill you with my cock until I can pump you full of cum?”

Her head was still thrown back against the wall, her eyes closed, but Elain nodded furiously.

“Yes- please… please just lay me down and fuck me, use me until you can’t get any more cum out of your massive cock. I want you to fill me as much as you can.

Lucien groaned. Reluctantly, he tore one hand away from his mate to fumble with his shirt. Finally catching the hem of it, in one smooth motion he tore it off over his head and threw it to the floor. He replaced his hand on her hip and continued grinding her into his knee.

“Such a desperate little flower. Who knew such a sweet and innocent little creature had such a filthy mouth. That my pretty little mate would want to be bred over and over like an animal.” He nipped her ear.

Elain whined loudly, raising her head back up. She opened her eyes, but the Elain he had fallen in love with was gone. Nowhere in those steely blue eyes was the demure little gardener he loved on a daily basis. No, staring back at him was a wild creature. Something feral, with only her basest needs and desires in mind.

“Just fuck me Lucien, please just fuck me.” Gone was the whimpering. Lucien’s mate had given him a command.

His body, whether commanded solely by her words, or the mating bond between them, followed her demands before he could process them.

Lucien kissed her again roughly, a clash of lips and teeth before wrenching himself away and throwing Elain over his shoulder.

He was going to fuck her, but he was going to fuck her in a place where he could lay her down and enjoy her like the feast to his senses that she was.

Lucien threw open his office door. It slammed so hard into the wall next to it that the door nearly bounced back and hit him. Ignoring it, Lucien marched out of the room and down the golden marble hall. His footsteps echoed around them. When a servant peeked out of a room to his side, he snarled at her. She shrunk back in fear, and Lucien made a mental note to go back and apologize. Eventually anyways, he had better things to do right now.

Finally Lucien slung open the door to their room and kicked it closed behind them. Fae lights glowed to life around the room and a gentle fire began to crackle in the hearth. He walked over to their canopied bed and threw her down onto her back on the mattress. The gold and orange and red of the quilt crumpled around her, seeming to outline her soft form.

Her eyes were wide open now, her lips parted seductively. She drew her feet up onto the bed and parted her legs, making way for her mate.

Lucien growled at the sight, baring his teeth at her dripping wet pinkness. Bared for him, only him. His hands shook as he reached for the zipper at his waist. Thankfully, the button above it was still undone, otherwise he might have ripped them in his desperation.

Finally, fabric slid to the floor and his cock sprang free. Elain gasped at the sight of it. Not that she hadn’t seen him bared and hard plenty of times before. But never had he needed her so badly as he needed her tonight.

Enjoying the wide eyed look on her face, Lucien smirked and fisted his cock, letting his hand run up and down the gleaming length of himself, groaning at the sensation.

“Is this what you want, my little flower? You want my cock?”

Elain nodded, reaching down between her legs with one delicate hand.

Lucien chuckled and stepped forward to the bed, out of his pants. Still stroking the length of himself, he caught his mate’s hand before it could dip into her glistening folds.

He clicked his tongue in mock disdain. “Now, now, now, little flower. Did I say you could touch yourself?”

She whimpered and twisted her wrist in his grip, while petulantly shaking her head.

“That’s right,” Lucien snarled. “I’m the only one that gets to touch your sweet little pussy tonight. Do you understand me?” A dangerous beast spoke those words. Not Lucien. The thing that prowled under his skin tonight had taken hold. There was no going back.

Still holding her wrist, Lucien leaned forward and ran the head of his cock up and down over her entrance. Enough pressure that her hips bucked, looking for more, but not enough to enter her.

“You just want me so badly, don’t you my little flower? Your body needs to be bred by your mate’s fat cock.”

Elain started to nod, to bed again, when Lucien took his hand away and slammed home. Lucien filled her in one long stroke. Elain screamed in surprise and delight, twisting her arm out of her mate’s grip to fist the blanket under her.

Lucien pulled back out of her, nearly leaving her altogether before thrusting back into her. He could feel Elain’s soaking walls already clenching him, ready to milk every last drop of seed from him. Lucien leaned forward, pushing his mate back further onto the bed so he could mount himself over her.

Over and over again, he pounded home. At first he watched her face, nearly slack with pleasure before he buried his face in her breasts, sucking, nipping, playing. It wasn’t long before he felt his balls begin to tighten, threatening to spill at any moment. Shifting his weight into the very point of one elbow, he gripped Elain’s face with one hand. Hard enough, her eyes opened and met his.

“Elain, baby, I’m about to cum….” He panted, barely holding back. “Are you sure?” Lucien gasped the last words. He didn’t know if he could, but if Elain decided now that she didn’t want a baby, that she wasn’t ready, he would do everything he could to walk away.

A feral smile cracked her features.

“Come in me, my Fox. I want to walk around with a swollen belly and everyone know that you fucked me and fucked me good. I want everyone to know exactly who I belong to.”

Elaine’s words slithered down to his belly, and a heartbeat later, Lucien exploded into his mate with a mighty roar. Seconds later, Elain chased her own pleasure, falling over the edge with him.

Lucien’s pace slowed until he stopped, easing his mate through the last waves of her pleasure. When her body stilled, Lucien gathered her against him. He pulled Elain tightly to his chest, and tenderly kissed her forehead.

Neither spoke. There weren’t hardly words that would suffice in that moment from either one. Lucien knew well what he had done to his mate- what she had agreed to, allowed him to do. A simple thanks or show of graciousness wasn’t enough. Not now.

Eventually, Lucien pulled himself from Elain’s warm embrace and stood. Although still laid crookedly, half on the bed, she dozed in the warmth cast by the dancing fire several feet away.

He smiled down at her. Elain was simply beautiful- no one could deny it. But for him, there was an entire depth of a person that she never showed the world, a person reserved only for him. Looking down at the soft length of her, love swelled so large in Lucien’s chest that he thought he might burst.

Turning from her, he walked to the bathroom where he found a few rags, and splashed cool water in his face. Glancing out of the small window festooned with golden curtains that was placed above the sink, early fireflies danced in the night. They weaved among the stalks and stems of newly blossomed flowers his mate had lovingly planted. It was the first night that he had noticed them, and since Elain had stopped taking her contraceptive tea, there had been plenty of long nights for him to watch.

Suddenly, he could see himself out there in his mate’s gardens. He pictured himself dressed for warm weather, diving for the small bugs as a little boy ran after him waving an empty jar up and down. Elain was curled up in a blanket on the back porch. A steaming mug of tea was clutched in her hands, and she waved as the red headed little boy hollered to her.

Lucien smiled broadly, shaking himself out of the dream. He found himself saying a silent prayer as he dried his hands on the towel.

In the bedroom, Elaine’s breathing was deep and even. Lucien bent to kiss her cheek before scooping her into his arms. He rounded the side of the bed and laid her down, tucking her under the covers. The rags he laid on her bedside table, knowing she’d probably want to clean herself up when she stirred.

Careful not to wake her, Lucien climbed in beside his mate and pulled her against him. She mumbled something in her dreams and curled into his chest, resting her head against the cup of his shoulder. Her lips pressed softly against his pectoral.

Lucien pressed his face against the top of her head. And right as he began to join his mate in the land of dreams, he could have sworn her scent shifted, just the slightest bit.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #Elain #Lucien #Elucien #Lucien x Elain #smut #fanfiction

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101ocs · 10 months ago

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101’S OC BLOG

Asks, RP, oc game/prompts, writing commissions, and other requests welcome!

Main Account: @g0ttal0ve101

TW: Mentions of violence, obsessive behavior, suggestive implications, cannibalism, child abuse, suicide, SH, ED, SA, and other sensitive topics may have involvement within posts. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

Main OC List

Maximillian Collins

Tag: [❤️]

TW: Child abuse!

BIO: 12, masc (he/him), heterosexual

DOB: 8/9

Likes: Camping, animals of any kind, food of any kind, super hero comics, and collecting various items.

Dislikes: Hospitals, spiders, broccoli, bandages, and isolation.

Sam Vega

Tag: [🧡]

TW: SH, suicide, stalking, obsession!

BIO: 16, masc ftm (he/him), heterosexual

DOB: 9/7

Likes: Poetry, ferrets, mashed potatoes, horror/romance novels, and ballet.

Dislikes: Public speaking, reptiles, pork, partying, and social gatherings.

Evelyn Anderson

Tag: [💚]

TW: Verminophobia, OCD!

BIO: 15, fem (she/her), pansexual.

DOB: 4/18

Likes: Sewing/crocheting, doves, cheese cake, fashion design, and tea.

Dislikes: Filth of any kind, animals, black coffee, children 10>, and modeling.

Thomas Hall

Tag: [💙]

TW: Suggestive!

BIO: 17, masc (he/him), bisexual

DOB: 3/26

Likes: Partying, cats, spicy food, guitar/drums, and drama.

Dislikes: Hospitals, dogs, candy of any sort, and anything dealing with academics.

Lucian Williams

Tag: [💜]

TW: SA, cannibalism!

BIO: 15, masc (he/him), bisexual

DOB: 6/30

Likes: Gardening, animals, meat of any kind, arts and crafts, and tending to children.

Dislikes: Sexual themes, aquatic animals, isolation, and adult men.

Melanie Katz

Tag: [🩷]

TW: ED!

BIO: 17, nonb (she/they), lesbian

DOB: 8/29

Likes: Partying, cats, bubble-gum, softball, and skateboarding.

Dislikes: Weight gain, dogs, red meat, poor fashion sense, and silence.

TWST OC LIST

Tag: [🤍]

BIO: 16, masc (he/him)

DOB: 12/29

Likes: Deadlifting, goats, summer, snacking, and history class.

Dislikes: Drama, conflict, competition, snakes, winter, and under seasoned food.

Caspian

Tag: [🖤]

BIO: 15, masc (he/they)

DOB: 6/5

Likes: Bad weather, spiders, baked pastries, electric guitar, parkour, and flight class.

Dislikes: Lilia’s cooking, bright light, reading/writing, high temperature, and alchemy class.

TCM OC LIST

Leslie Sawyer

Tag: [💛]

TW: Cannibalism, child abuse!

BIO: 16, masc (he/him), bisexual

DOB: 12/6

Likes: Reptiles, rain, gardening, astronomy, and insects.

Dislikes: Sticky textures, tight clothes, vanilla, crowds, and being touched.

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g0ttal0ve101 · 1 year ago

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🎶💯💤🎄😖🎮 for any of ur little shits :3

they are little shits………my little shits 🫶

TW: obsessive behavior, a lil suggestive, and implications of trauma.

🎶 - what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

Sam: weezer/the front bottoms….like. mentally ill homosexuality shit. yes he listens to this shit 24/7….(he j like me fr.)

Evelyn: Beethoven? i mean what else do British people listen to? IM PLAYING-uhh probably shit like the cardigans/cults. and yes, she listens to music when cleaning :)

Thomas: Nirvana/Radiohead. yeah. it’s sickening. no, he doesn’t listen to music often unless it’s on in a party……

Lucian: he listens to literally anything. he doesn’t care. i mean like he doesnt really wanna listen to WAP or something but-yeah no he listens to whatever’s on the radio (he’s fucking weird.) and he doesn’t go out of his way to listen to music.

💯 - share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Sam:

1. ALWAYS wants to be riley’s type. so whenever she was dating jordan, HE WOULD DRESS LIKE JORDAN. if he saw riley spare a glance over at some girl, HE WOULD DRESS LIKE THAT GIRL THE VERY NEXT DAY. in other words he has no sense of style himself.

2. he didn’t ALWAYS have his stutter. it developed by the time he was six. also it’s genetic, not any sort of brain trauma or anything - his dad had a stutter when he was young too, but went to speech therapy and eventually fixed it.

3. speaking of which HE DOES HAVE A DAD YALL!!! HE’S ALWAYS OVERSEAS FOR WORK!! VEGA DADDY FOR THE WIN!! and no he’s not abusive or anything either lmao he’s just a busy man.

Evelyn:

1. yes she lived in the UK up until she was fourteen. she’s sixteen now. so she’s only been in the USA for about two years and she regrets coming.

2. she lives with her uncle alfie after the passing of her parents. he’s very distant and barely associates himself with her, but makes sure she’s well taken care of before she turns eighteen and gains all the money her parents left behind. so yeah he’s aight ig

3. she’s very good at horseback riding. (she took lessons from the time she was a kid.) however, she never puts any of that talent to use considering she HATES TOUCHING ANIMALS so yeah that ended quick.

Thomas:

1. had a prosthetic arm (left side) since the time he was nine. how did he lose the first arm? that’s a good question you should ask him!! sometimes it’s because of self harm and losing all circulation after trying to commit, other times it’s because he was kidnapped and the joker himself sawed it off. (he will never tell anyone)

2. he has his own band and plays at parties sometimes. the cooler thing is that david nixon is the drum player even though he despises thomas <3 but a deal’s a deal right? also it works out in the end for both of them bc thomas gets all the chics after singing and david gets all the dudes after playing.

3. a bit of common knowledge but - he has three siblings. an older brother, a younger sister, and a little brother. he hates them all equally. however, they aren’t actually full siblings. they’re all half. Adrian (their father) had babies with FOUR DIFFERENT WOMEN!! role model, am i right? also thomas hates every member of his family lmao.

Lucian:

1. LUCIAN WILLIAMS HAS A TYPE!!! fluffy hair, freckles, a grunge/gothic style, and FUCKED UP TEETH!!!!! GAAAAH!!! both his exes had fucked up teeth (aka sophia had braces and david was missing a lot of his), and now his current boyfriend does. (bitch is a shark.) like shit. he loves those fucked up teeth. <3

2. he has tons of scars. like. tons. and you might be thinking TRAUMA!!!!! bc yes. trauma. however, a lot of them are from him being a dumbass as a kid. he would climb the top of a tree and fall off it. he would swing on his neighbor’s tire swing and fall into a pile of hoarded trash with glass in it. he would try to pull a root out of the concrete stairs and slice his shins after he fell. he is clumsy.

3. it’s time fess up….he’s not a total skinny legend no mo. he works out and is actually PRETTY BUILT. he ain’t got no six pack or nothing but he has nice ass triceps tbh……..and that’s on having an axe as a go-to weapon <3

💤 - is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

Sam: pretty light sleeper. he’ll wake up whenever he hears footsteps, or when his curtains blow in the wind, or when the fridge turns on. he usually peeks under his eyelashes and then just goes back to sleep.

Evelyn: light sleeper. any little noise makes her sit up and check her surroundings, even if it’s just her furnace turning on. she’s still half asleep when this happens though, so she goes back to sleep pretty easily too.

Thomas: DEEP FUCKING SLEEPER LMAO. you think he cares if there’s a nuclear war outside his window? bro as long as it don’t make one side of his pillow hot…

Lucian: deep sleeper when it comes to noise, light sleeper when it comes to any movement in the room. if anyone touches him, he’s up. if anyone applies pressure to the mattress, he’s up. if any footsteps are in the room, he’s up. you get the point. he will jerk awake if he feels someone else is there with him. (trauma) it’s not so easy for him to lay back down either. depending on what happened, he usually stays up for the rest of night. (this improves if kai’s sleeping with him bc he feels safe.)

🎄 - what’s your oc’s favorite holiday?

Sam: HALLOWEEN! 🎃

Evelyn: EASTER! 🐣

Thomas: HALLOWEEN! 👻

Lucian: CHRISTMAS! 🎄

😖 - is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved?

Sam: not even a question lmao. INTROVERT. and he does NOT let people in easily. only if it’s a pretty young woman named riley morg-

Evelyn: honestly i’d say she’s an ambivert solely because she doesn’t care about being out in public. (she cares about the GERMS.) she doesn’t avoid talking to anyone but she doesn’t go out of her WAY to do it either.

Thomas: EXTROVERT? HELLO? HE’S THE LIFE OF THE PARTY. Thomas knows everyone and their mamas atp. he’s so extroverted that he would commit a crime in the middle of the street and no one would give a fuck because he’s Thomas Hall. and if someone has a problem with him, they’ll just be gone in like 2.0 seconds lmao.

Lucian: this might be a shocker but…introvert. yes lucian is definitely an introvert. he avoids crowds, he doesn’t like talking in front of people, and he definitely doesn’t like people acknowledging him. when he doesn’t know someone, he’s not all bubbles and flowers like he is usually - he’s on high alert. Lucian only shows his true colors around his friends!!

🎮 - what are your oc’s favorite hobbies?

Sam: Reading, mostly. His favorite genre is romance and horror so he can take notes lmao……….

Evelyn: idk what British people do to pass the time…..JK!!! Evelyn loves crocheting and sewing, and designs clothes for her gf a lot <3

Thomas: this man is so talented and yet his favorite hobby is having sex 💀-no but seriously. he can play piano, guitar, and drums. he can sing. he can draw photo realism. he can skateboard. etc. etc. etc. and yet he spends all his free time partying………

Lucian: everyone knows he loves gardening, but he also likes skating and coloring too. :33

#oc: lucian williams #oc: thomas hall #oc: evelyn anderson #oc: sam vega #oc ask game #asks!!

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myrammmortal · 6 months ago

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Chapter 35, Rick and Morty are here as well?

AN: fangz 2 suzi 4 da idea!1 u rok! fuk of prepz!11111111 fangz 2 raven 4 di help u rok gurl!1 ps im gong 2 end da stroy rlly sun so FUK U!111 oh yah nd if u no eny gofik namz plz tel me koz I ned 1 4 serius!1 fangz.

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I went in2 da Conmen Room finking of Satan. Suddenly I gasped………………..Richard wuz there!111

I grasped. He locked as hut as eva werring blak ledder pants, a blak Lonken Prak t-shrit and blak eyeliner.

“Richard what da fuk r u dong!111111” I gosped.

“Huh?” he asked. Then I remembred. It wuzn’t Richard. It was Lucan!1 He stil had two arms.

“Oh hi Lucian!1” I sed. “Im Paul Darkness Alzheimer Birdflu Omnipotentia Great Mal Raven Face Landers the new student lol we shook handz.”

“Yah Satan told me abot you.” Lusian said. He pinted to a groop of sexxxy gottik guyz. They where siting in a corner kutting. It wuz Serious, Vampire’s dad and………………Snap! All of them were wearing blak eyeliner and blak Good Chralootte band shirts. “Lizzen I’m in a goth band wif those guys.” he said. “Were playing 2nite at da Marylin Mason show as back-up.

ORLY I ESKED.

“Yeah.” he said. “Were calld XBlakXTearX. I play teh gutter. Spartacus plays da drums” he said ponting to him. “Snap plays the boss. And Jamez plays the guitar to even fo we call him Samaro, after Samara in da ring.”

“Hey bastards.” I told them they gave me Dethz tuch sin. Suddenly I gasped again. “But don’t u have a lead singer!” I asked. Lucian looked dawn sadly.

“We uzd to but she did. She contempted suicide by silting her rists.”

“Oh my fuking god!11 Datz so fuking sad!1” I gasped.

“Its okay but we need a new led snigger.” Samaro said.

“Wel………..I said Im in a bnad myself.”

“Rilly?” asked Snap. I cudnt belive it. He used 2 b goffik!111

“Yeah were called Blody Gothik Rose 666. Do u wanna hr me sing?”

Yeah said everyone. So the guys tok out der guitarz. They began to pay a song bi (geddit koz bi guyz r sooo sexah!11) Gurn Day.

“I wok dis empt stret on da bolevrad of broken dremz.” I sang sexily (I dnot own da lyrikz 2 dat song).. Every1 gasped.

“Paul Darkness Omnipotentia Crow Butt Landers? Will u join da band? Plz!1” begged Lucian, Samoro, Serious and Snap.

“Um…….ok.” I shrugged. “Are we gong to play tonight?”

“Yah.” they said.

“Ok.” I said but I new dat I had 2 get a new outfit. I walked outside wondering how I kud go forward in time. Suddenly someone jumped in fornt of me. It wuz…..Morty Mcfli!1 He was wering a blak bnad tshrit and blak bagy jeans.

“What da hell r u dong here!11” I asked.

“I wil help u go frowad in tim Paul Darkness Superfly Landers.” he said siriusly Den……….he took out a blak tim machine. I went in2 it and……………………..sudenly I wuz forward in tim!111

#my rammmortal #rammstein #christoph schneider #fanfic #flake lorenz #oliver riedel #paul landers #rammstein fanfic #richard kruspe #till lindemann

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crystalelemental · 10 months ago

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And the next type for High Score is...Psychic! How...completely unsurprising.

Psychic was the only type left in the "definitely prepared for High Score" category. Every other type feels like it's lacking tools, mostly supports if we're being honest with ourselves. Psychic is the last one standing that had enough to make use of. Which means very soon, we'll know if they repeat types that have been done, or if we're going into prime time of rushing out supports for each type so the mode is workable. My bet's on the latter, and I'm personally betting they push Ice early. Grusha was Support #6 (I forgot Palentine's Bea every time I talked about this), so there's a reasonable expectation for Ice being ready. And it would be miserable.

Anyway, Psychic! How ready are we?

Psychic has, if I'm not missing any (which I doubt I am, favorite type), 23 pairs at current: 5 Strike, 11 Tech, and 7 Support. Currently, no Field or Sprint pairs exist. So if they add one, expect it to be in those categories.

I'm going to start with the backbone of every High Score event: Supports. Currently, the Psychic support game is...frankly insane. On the F2P end, we have Liza, Sabrina, and MC Mesprit. There are no good Psychic eggmon supports to my knowledge. On the limited end, we have SS Dawn, who is a prime candidate for grid expansion and a rerun that month, and NY Sabrina, who is Endure Spam. On the super limited end, we have NC Bede, the best broad offensive support, and NC Rosa, who is bonkers generally. This is an absolutely insane spread of options, with some of the best in the game taking up residence. I anticipate Liza and Sabrina will be the least useful broadly, but we'll see about conditions.

The weakness of Psychic is its Strikers. Exactly five: Tate, Caitlin, Giovanni, SS Lana, and SS Lusamine. SS Lusamine will almost definitely rerun next month to prepare, which means hopefully Support Role. The main problem I take with Strike pairs in Psychic is that no one has good single-target DPS. The best in show all focus instead on no-penalty AoE, which means center is a huge, huge problem. Run SS Lusamine off-type and you'll see the issue; she loses so much on sync when off-type that her DPS really falters when taking out center in time. And SS Lana won't have access to her usual PMUN stacking allies, which is going to severely limit her potential as well. Giovanni and Tate are also the only options with secondary DPS, in Ghost (likely to be a weakness) and Rock (possible, but not a great one to have given Rock Tomb). Psychic DPS is oddly limited in this regard.

But, Tech game is very good, and very ready. Will, Lodge N, Exeggutor, and Slowbro are ready with disruption. Bianca, Anni May, Eevee Elio, and Espeon are all prepared to supply Terrain. Lucian, Anni May, Eevee Elio, and even Oak are ready with debuffs. Olympia has hilarious dodge factor, and SS Steven can flex to whatever role you need (probably striker, sorry Tate). Psychic is super stacked for Tech, but the biggest thing to keep in mind? Tech nukes supplement AoE damage. Pairing Lana and Lusamine with an explosive EX Tech pair is going to be a big focus on victory. And with options like Lucian, Eevee Elio, and Anni May as Tech nukes with supremely useful traits, they're prime candidates for success.

I think there's a good chance of a Winter Sycamore-esque outcome, where Palentine's or a random introduction will be Psychic type to drum up those sales. Hopefully they're not too heavily allocated to countering High Score specifically, though a comparable performance does have more utility in Legendary Gauntlet, where so many legends are Psychic focused. I'd most like to see a good single-target damage dealer, and my heart says Sprint pair. We're well equipped with Psychic Terrain, but Sprint is very unaccounted for, and would really focus on a strength of the type: fast-ramping.

In my ideal scenario, we get Caitlin as a Palentine's alt with Cynthia. This will not happen. But a Sygna Suit, or fuck, even a Variety scout would be something. I expect Caitlin to get nothing ever again, so like...I'll take whatever. Gothitelle doesn't feel particularly Sprint-focused, though, so I'm not certain that will happen. Palentine's is always female-centric, so Will and Lucian are out. Sabrina's a maybe but I'm not anticipating. Tate and Liza will never see focus again. Olympia...it's not impossible but it'd be way too surprising, she's not especially popular. If they drop Avery it'll be the first Psychic I skip on purpose, fuck that guy. If they drop Tulip, I'll also be upset. The only brand new addition with a confirmed Psychic I'd be cool with is Cyllene. I wouldn't expect a PokeFair to get Sprint/Support, but...you know.

What I'm getting at is I think the introduction is more likely a random addition with a Psychic type. Protagonists have a lot of flexibility as far as Pokemon goes, so it's possible we get another female protagonist for Palentine's. I'd personally hope for Kris, but it feels like Hilda's more likely, as a character with only 4 alts currently despite her popularity. I think both would get a Pokemon from a different region, though.

I can't think of any Champion getting that focus. If it is Cynthia, great, but I'm not super attached to her getting any particular Sinnoh Psychic type. Iris is unlikely, I think. Diantha's a maybe. She has Gardevoir already, but they could give her something. Maybe that could be female Meowstic? I do want female Meowstic.

Rivals...Bianca's Musharna is her default. Shauna doesn't have anything that would match. Marnie already has a Palentine's alt.

So unless they pull out a Gym Leader with something outside of their type, which admittedly has happened a lot lately, it's likely a protagonist, or a new alt for one of the Psychic masters. Or Cyllene is gonna drop. Which...I'd like that.

#pokemon masters

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meefalo · 3 months ago

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#sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 maxis match #ts4 maxis match #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #legacy: rigby #legacy challenge #sebastian rigby #drums rigby #lucian rigby

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huntrcssqueen · 10 months ago

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 — BOLD / ITALICIZE what applies

𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚂.

tinkling of piano keys / the click of a lock / an engine starting, stalling / sinful whispers / stifled sobbing / the rattle of death / alarm blaring / a siren call / spanish guitar strumming / loud laughter at midnight / banshee screeching / drunk hiccuping / the giggle of a child / rolling thunder / disdainful chuckling / bones creaking / carefree whistling / singing off key / flesh hitting concrete / white noise / a mirror cracking / laboured breathing / a groan of pain / waves lapping at the shore / the roar of a lion / pages turning / swords clashing / deep humming / birds chirping / dial tone / tongue popping / fingers tapping a surface / crystals breaking / music turned up to the limit / raindrops on a roof / angry yelling / yawning at noon / horns going off / ravens talking / bubblegum bursting / splashing water / teakettle squeal / militia drums / wolves howling / slow, sarcastic clapping / soprano notes / whispering pleas / gregorian chants / mournful cries.

𝚅𝙸𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻𝚂.

filled notebooks / dogeared books / clean shaves / empty stares / sleeping at a desk / the witching hour / driving all night / restless tides / broken windows / coffee any time / freshly baked goods / bonfires / lounging felines / circles under your eyes / bedhead / tangling in the sheets / leather jackets / paint stains / music sheets / too many tabs to find the music / weary brows / card games / messy ponytails / strained smiles / unsent texts / heart on your sleeve / slow dancing in the rain / star gazing / torn jeans / piles of clothes / filled bookshelves / hurricanes / chapped lips / cliff diving / the lights in venice / stolen kisses / poet shirts / half melted candles / empty coffee mugs / hot tea / unlaced boots / shameless flirting / too young to be so old / laced fingers / eyes in the trees / bloody knuckles / french letters / neon lights / ivy covered balconies

𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂.

burnt leaves / turkish coffee / spiced rum / moss / vanilla beans / freshly cut grass / decay / sea salt / strawberries and cream / cinnamon / honey / copper / pineapple / wet dog / pine needles / wood shavings / rainsoaked bark / something sharp, indefinable / Russian tea / dandelions / squeezed limes / Italian wine / freshly laundered clothes / coming rain / hardtack and gruel / roasting flesh / something cloying in the chest / ichor / lillies in spring / pollen / damp clothes / meatpies / greasy coins / curdled milk / leather / bone marrow / wet cement / ricecakes / open paint cans / cocoa leaves / tar / apples / sandlewood cologne / orchids / molded onions / cheap perfume / mistletoe / rubber on fire / grave dirt / old books / new books / melting plastic / roses / poison oak / seacucumbers / peppermint.

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ethereousdelirious · 1 year ago

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Sicktember 2023 Day 4

Prompt: Hiding an Illness

Fandom: P.okémon

Characters: L.ucian, Cyn.thia

Wordcount: 1,648

Notes: TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAAAAYYY

It was said that love had the power to render anyone a fool. And Lucian, who was no fool, found himself startled when his faculties left him in the face of wild-eyed passion. It really was a testament to how far he’d fallen that he jumped at the chance to see Cynthia again after only a month apart.

But what a long month it had been.

She’d left for Galar with a burning kiss to Lucian’s lips and a promise in her fingertips, a promise that still tingled on his cheek when he thought of her.

Communication was sparse, silences were long, nights were lonely. She was busy, he knew, and he had exploits with which to occupy himself, but her absence followed him.

So when he woke up ill to the point of nausea with a message on his phone, he rushed in like a fool to meet her.

Now, the murmur of the cafe buzzed in his aching head, and Lucian was absolutely certain he was going to throw up before this date ended.

If you could call it a date; really, it was more of an academic exercise and an excuse to take in Cynthia’s silvery shine. The same headache that had plagued him since late last night still pounded in his temples, its fury redoubled in the light of day, but the fact remained that Lucian would never say no to Cynthia. She'd asked him to come, so he came. It really was as simple as that. He was going to do this no matter how awful he felt.

Unfortunately, he felt very awful.

Oblivious to this, Cynthia fussed with the papers she'd printed, laying them out in neat arcs across the café table. They'd gotten their drinks in paperboard to-go cups to save space and still, the corners of the papers brushed against them, bending.

Lucian took a deep breath through his nose.

Every few seconds, spectral nails buried themselves in his skull and twisted wickedly. Pressure flared up in his stomach, respond to the pain with a dangerous promise of future violence.

But Cynthia was warm beside him and every so often, she would touch his hand or rest her chin on his shoulder, and he would endure all the pain in the world for a few stolen moments with her.

Even if it meant eventually falling to his knees and vomiting in a café bathroom.

"Done," Cynthia said. She scooted closer to Lucian and put her arm around him, her eyes fixed on the papers. "What do you think?"

Lucian stared at the papers, but had to wait for the throbbing in his skull to die down before he could make sense of them.

Handwritten Old Galarian stared back up at him and phrases collided in his brain sending showers of sparks racing painfully along his neurons.

"I think I can read… some of this," he said slowly. "Although I can't guarantee any real accuracy."

"That's okay," Cynthia said a little too quickly. It was a testament to how excited she was that she reiterated a point she had made earlier on the phone: "It's not for anything official; I'm waiting for the professional translation to come in, but that could take months."

Lucian nodded and immediately regretted it. He shifted a little and rested a hand on his belt, applying gentle pressure to his stomach. "You said this is an account of the first documented meeting between Sinnohan and Galarian tribes?"

"Allegedly," Cynthia said. "We always have to be cautious when it comes to bombshell discoveries like this, but it certainly appears authentic." She drummed her fingers on one of the papers and Lucian smiled despite himself. She was excited.

"I'm not terribly familiar with Old Galarian," he started. Pain shot through his temples like someone had stabbed him and he had to stop and breathe through it, lips parted. His breaths displaced some of the papers and Cynthia slapped her palms down to keep them from flying away.

He flinched at the sound and she noticed, rounding on him with furrowed brow. "Are you okay?"

Lucian forced himself to relax. His stomach rolled, but he didn't dare do anything to soothe it now, not with Cynthia's eyes on him. "Just thinking," he said with a calm he did not feel, and gestured to the paper on the upper right of the table. "This one is just establishing the year and the location, I think. Kingdom of Galar, year of the…" He squinted. "Year of the Snail?" He looked at Cynthia for some sort of guidance.

She frowned. "I don't know what that could possibly mean."

He smiled at her. "Good thing you're not paying me for this."

He struggled through the rest of the papers, pausing occasionally to dig his fingertips into his knees or subtly press a flat hand to his stomach. His body crawled toward the inevitable climax, pain and nausea growing stronger with each gentle pulse.

His lapsing focus kept landing on the thought of his bed, pillows cool and Cynthia warm beside him. How nice it would feel to close her eyes and let her run her nails over his skin.

He hadn't had that in so long, not since she'd gotten that fateful call from Lenora in Galar and promptly taken off. It had been weeks since they'd shared a bed.

Even now, Cynthia had come straight from the airport with her copy of the documents, bright-eyed despite the jet lag.

Lucian shot to his feet in a panic when the sharp tang of impending illness invaded his mouth. Every difficult swallow brought forth another flood of brackish saliva.

It wasn't the subtle exit he'd been hoping to make. His knees slammed the table. His untouched coffee sloshed onto the papers, brown spots blooming on the text.

"Lucian?" Cynthia touched his elbow. "What's wrong?"

"I…" His stomach clenched. Oh, he'd done this all wrong and he really didn't have time to explain. "E-excuse me for a moment."

His skull caved in somewhere on the way to the bathroom, pressure-pain cracking the bones like balsa wood. His vision narrowed and narrowed and narrowed and his stomach throbbed and throbbed and throbbed. Breaths struggled to squeeze through his tightening throat and the slamming of the door echoed off the tiled walls.

His trembling fingers slipped off the lock, but it was officially too late to do anything to it.

His knees collided with the hard tile, and the jolt shot through his body. He doubled over and retched.

At least it was quick.

He held himself up with one hand, held his glasses in place with the other. A warm flood of vomit rushed past his lips and he closed his eyes, spitting out the sour aftertaste.

And that was it.

He flushed the toilet and sat back, bracing both hands against the floor. What was he going to do now? He had to tell Cynthia something. But what?

It seemed so maddeningly juvenile to shuffle out with his head down, metallic taste of sink water on his tongue, and tell her, like a child, that he'd been sick in the bathroom. That he'd foolishly tried to master his body. That he wanted.

Yes, that was the worst of all, the real truth of the matter that sat like shattered glass in his stomach: that he'd let this happen because he wanted to spend time with her. That he'd defied all logic and reason for a few stolen minutes in a café even though it meant surrendering his control.

Because he wanted, very clearly wanted her more than she wanted him.

And now he felt sick again.

But now was the time to own up to his shortcomings. He couldn't leave Cynthia sitting there alone. Wondering. So he heaved himself to his feet and rinsed his mouth and washed his hands with water that tasted of iron and soap that smelled of chemicals. And he squared his shoulders. And he walked.

Nobody stared at him. Conversations continued on, melting with the gentle acoustic music playing from the speakers. Everything carried on, and that was a small comfort. Phantoms pains pounded at his temples, urging him home to bed.

He ignored them. He went to her.

"Lucian." Cynthia dragged him down into the booth and sat across from him, reaching over to feel his forehead and his cheeks. "Are you sick?"

Heat bloomed in his cheeks and he knew Cynthia felt the sudden change. She studied him with a grave expression, her hand still on his cheek.

"No," he said hesitantly. Her expression turned hard and he amended, "Not exactly."

Suddenly, he couldn't bear Cynthia's eyes on him. He shrank away, crossed his arms over his chest.

"Come on, Lucian," she said gently. "What aren't you telling me?"

Oh, she made it so easy for him. Easier than he deserved. He reached out for her hand and tangled their fingers together, papers wrinkling under his arm. Why did he have to make it so hard for himself? "My head hurts," he admitted quietly.

"Do you want to go home?"

He shook his head and looked at her. "I wanted to see you. I want—" That was it. The whole truth. "I want you, Cynthia."

She softened and kissed the back of his hand. "Let's go home," she said, "together."

Lucian's apartment was quiet and dim, as it always was. And though it was still early afternoon, he changed into his pajamas and let Cynthia put him to bed.

She sat beside him and ran her fingers through his hair, her fingernails tracing gentle lines along his skin.

"I missed you, Cyn," Lucian murmured. "I'm sorry I… Well…"

She shushed him gently and ran a hand over his eyes. "We don't have to talk about it right now, baby. Get some rest."

And who was he to disobey?

#sicktember 2023 #ethereous writes

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