#lycan siblings

[l4uranc3zv4h1s-bf444]

So when are we going to come to an agreement the Lycan kids are both neurodivergent

[lucindasthighs]

It feels cringe in retrospect, but Aaron screaming at Ein from the top of the cliff will never not make me wanna yell and cheer like I'm watching my favorite sports team. Like YEAH! GET HIS ASS!! GET YOUR GIRL!!

That goes double for all of forever potion!Aphmau's lines, Jess absolutely DEVOURED with those, especially her scream when Aaron collapsed. That shit is HAUNTING, no matter how many times I hear it.

[geddy-leesbian]

Betrayal at the house on the hill is such a good game fucks so hard

[coffee-n-ocs]

Onyx Soul: Phoenix Carson, Pure-Blood Werewolf (2001)

The middle Carson-Harlow sibling, and usually the strength of the trio. His parents were both white wolves, and neither led their own pack.

"Hey buddy, good moon last night, right?"

Name

Full Legal Name: Phoenix Nālani Briar Carson First Name: Phoenix Meaning: From the name of a beautiful immortal bird that appears in Egyptian and Greek mythology, derived from Greek 'Phoinix' meaning 'Dark red' Pronunciation: FEE-niks Origin: English Middle Name(s): Nālani, Briar Meaning(s): Nālani: Means 'The heavens' or 'The chiefs' from Hawaiian 'Nā', a definite article, and 'Lani' 'Heaven, Ski, Chief' Briar: From the English word for the thorny plant Pronunciation: na-LA-nee, BRIE-ar Origin: Hawaiian. English Surname: Carson Meaning: Meaning uncertain, possibly from the town of Courson in Normandy Pronunciation: KAHR-sen Origin: Scottish Aliases: None Nicknames: Nix, Nala, Lani, Bri Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 23 Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns Race: Werewolf Nationality: American Ethnicity: White (White Wolf) Birth Date: April 30th 1978 Sexuality: Bisexual Religion: Wiccan Native Language: English Spoken Languages: English, French Relationship Status: Single Astrological Sign: Taurus Face Claim: Tyler Labine

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Gravesend Current Residence: Gravesend Have They Ever Been Beyond The Veil: Never

Appearance

Height: 6'0" / 182 cm Weight: [Data Redacted] Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Blonde Hair Dye: None Body Hair: Hairy (Technically Fur) Facial Hair: Full Beard Tattoos: 2 (on his lower back) Piercings: Ear Lobes (Double, Both) Scars: None Clothing Style: Loose fitting clothes (Work gear: tank-tops, jeans, high-vis jackets, steel-toed boots)

Health and Fitness

Allergies: Avocados, Grapes/Raisins, Silver Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker Illnesses/Disorders: 'ADHD' Medications: None Any Specific Diet: Usually raw food

Relationships

Affiliated Groups: Carson-Harlow Family Friends: Dana Carlisle, Hayden Harlow, Navy Carson-Harlow, Harley Yancy Enemies: None, though the town doesn't trust him Mentor: None Significant Other: None Previous Partners: None Parents: Regulus 'Rex' Carson (Missing, Father), Dixie Carson (R.I.P, Mother, Née Jacobsen), Candace Harlow (Missing, Step-Mother) Parents-In-Law: None Siblings: Hayden Harlow (27, Step-Brother), Navy Carson-Harlow (21, Half-Sister) Siblings-In-Law: None Nieces & Nephews: None Children: None Children-In-Law: None Grandkids: None Other Notable Relatives: None

Note

Occupation: Construction (He & Hayden own his (P.C) father's company) Tropes: (Purely Speculative)

Animorphism: From a Human to a white wolf at will

Body Horror: His full moon transformation, especially because it's against his will

Fangs Are Evil

Forced Transformation

Glowing Eyelights of Undeath: his eyes glow blue in moonlight

Healing Factor: double the speed of a normal human

Human-to-Werewolf Footprints

Involuntary Shapeshifter: Under the full moon

Lunacy: Especially beneath a full moon

Nighttime Transformation: Usually voluntary, unless it's a full moon

The Nose Knows

Personality Remnant: Always stays a gentle, friendly werewolf

Shapeshifting Excludes Clothing

Transformation Horror

Werewolves Are Dogs

Wolves Always Howl at the Moon

Wonderful Werewolf

Voluntary Shapeshifting

[storytimewithnova]

Hidden Moonlight"

Plot Summary:

"Hidden Moonlight" is a captivating story filled with secrets and hidden identities. It revolves around Semira Semi, a cheerful and bubbly young woman who is in a relationship with Shirabu Kenjiro, although most people mistakenly believe that she is dating her brother, Eita Semi. Semira's best friend, Shoyo Akaashi, shares a similarly radiant personality and is the brother of the Akaashi twins and Seijiro Akaashi, a famous basketball star.

Unbeknownst to her boyfriend, Kenjiro, and best friend, Shoyo, Semira carries a significant secret – she is a Lycan, a creature of the night. She has concealed her true identity from those closest to her, fearing their reactions. As the story unfolds, Kenjiro discovers Semira's hidden nature, leading to a complex web of emotions and decisions.

"Hidden Moonlight" explores the challenges of revealing one's true self and the impact it can have on relationships. It delves into the questions of acceptance, love, and identity, as Semira's world is turned upside down when her secret is unveiled.

As the tension rises and secrets unravel, the story raises questions about the true nature of love and the strength of relationships. Can Kenjiro accept Semira for who she is, and will she remain his girl, Lycan or not?

Throughout the story, Semira's brother, Eita, provides support and encouragement, reminding her that she is Kenjiro's "Lycan girl," his little wolf. With these words, Semira must navigate the challenges of her dual identity and the impact it has on her relationships with those she holds dear.

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**Chapter 1: Sunshine and Misconceptions**

Semira Semi, with her bright and infectious personality, was a beacon of cheerfulness in her small corner of the world. Her smile, genuine and warm, was like a sunbeam breaking through the clouds. Friends, acquaintances, and even strangers couldn't help but be charmed by her presence. It was said that even on the worst days, a glance from Semira was enough to make anyone forget their troubles.

Semira's life was intertwined with her brother, Eita Semi, through their unwavering sibling bond. But a peculiar twist of fate had led to a common misunderstanding among those who knew them. People often believed that Semira was romantically involved with Eita's best friend, Shirabu Kenjiro. The confusion created amusing anecdotes among their friends and, sometimes, raised a few eyebrows.

Apart from her family and her puzzling love life, Semira had another cherished sunshine in her life. That was Shoyo Akaashi, her dearest friend and a kindred spirit. Shoyo was the younger brother of the Akaashi twins, Keiji and Hajime. Their family's eldest son was none other than the basketball sensation Seijiro Akaashi, the man who had founded the legendary Generation of Miracles.

In this intricate web of relationships, it wasn't just Semira's love life that appeared to be entangled with misunderstandings. People often made the incorrect assumption that Shoyo was dating Kei Tsukishima, who was in reality in a relationship with Tadashi Yamaguchi. Meanwhile, Shoyo's heart was already claimed by none other than Semira's brother, Eita. The combination of their similar personalities, their shared roles as team managers, and their status as the 'sunshines' of their respective groups had drawn them close.

But beneath this façade of love, laughter, and sunshine, Semira harbored a secret, one she hadn't revealed to her boyfriend or her best friend. A secret that could change everything she held dear. She was a Lycan, a creature with the power to transform into a wolf under the moon's gentle caress. The fear of their reactions had kept her supernatural identity hidden.

**Chapter 2: Moonlit Discovery**

As life continued, Semira's secret remained concealed like a well-guarded treasure. But one night, under the ethereal glow of the moon, Kenjiro accidentally stumbled upon Semira's transformation. What he saw left him in shock and disbelief. His world, once filled with the simple joys of love and happiness, had now been touched by the supernatural.

**Chapter 3: Unveiling Fears**

Kenjiro's emotions were a turbulent sea of fear, uncertainty, and societal prejudices. He questioned whether he could continue loving someone with such a hidden and supernatural identity. It was a struggle that seemed insurmountable, and he was torn between his love for Semira and the weight of societal expectations.

Semira, on the other hand, was equally terrified. Her fear was twofold. She feared losing Kenjiro, the love of her life, and she was terrified of the potential dangers of exposing her true self to the world. She found solace in her brother, Eita, who was always there to offer comfort and support. His words rang like a soothing lullaby, "You are his Lycan girl, my little wolf."

**Chapter 4: A Shining Friendship**

As the story continued, the bond between Semira and Shoyo deepened even further. Shoyo became her unwavering source of support, standing by her side through this trying time. He knew well the hardships of being different in a world that often failed to understand, and he shared his own secrets with her. These shared experiences strengthened their friendship, and they leaned on each other with unwavering trust.

Meanwhile, the Akaashi family was not without its own secrets and complexities. Seijiro Akaashi, the basketball star, was the focus of the public eye, but his family had its own challenges to contend with. These challenges began to surface, entwining their fate even further with those of Semira, Kenjiro, and Shoyo.

**Chapter 5: Love and Acceptance**

With tension mounting and secrets unraveling, the story explored the true nature of love and the importance of acceptance. Kenjiro was faced with a life-altering decision: could he accept Semira for who she truly was, beyond the surface? Would Semira ever gather the courage to reveal her true self to her family and those she held dear?

The story was a tapestry of emotions, acceptance, and identity. It challenged societal norms and prejudices, emphasizing the enduring power of love and the strength of relationships.

**Chapter 6: A World United**

The final chapters delved deeper into the challenges of revealing Semira's secret to friends and family. It explored the diverse reactions that came to the forefront and the significance of acceptance. Shoyo's unwavering support, as well as the Akaashi family's role in overcoming prejudice, ultimately led to a world where humans and supernatural beings learned to coexist.

The story concluded on a heartwarming note, showcasing a world where differences were not just tolerated but embraced, driven by the enduring power of love and acceptance. The tapestry of relationships, secrets, and acceptance painted a vivid portrait of love's resilience, demonstrating that sometimes, love can overcome even the darkest of secrets.

**Chapter 7: Illuminating Shadows**

As time passed, Kenjiro wrestled with the profound truth he had discovered under the moonlight. The days seemed darker, weighed down by uncertainty and fear. He could no longer look at Semira without seeing the hidden wolf within her. Doubt gnawed at him, whispering that perhaps love couldn't bridge the chasm between their worlds.

Semira, on the other hand, found herself caught between two worlds - the vibrant, joyful human life she had always known and her Lycan heritage. The duality of her existence seemed to cast shadows on her relationships. She yearned for understanding and acceptance, both from Kenjiro and her family.

**Chapter 8: Unbreakable Bonds**

As the challenges continued to unfold, Semira's relationship with her brother, Eita, faced its own tribulations. Eita was the protector, the one who had always shielded his younger sister from harm. Yet, he grappled with mixed feelings, caught between his fierce loyalty to Semira and the anxiety of her concealed identity. Their bond was put to the test, and Eita had to navigate the fine line between sibling love and the world's prejudices.

Meanwhile, the Akaashi family confronted their own set of shadows. The charismatic Seijiro Akaashi, idolized by millions, was dealing with the weight of his own secrets. The spotlight on him only grew brighter as the story of Semira and Kenjiro's love unfolded. And yet, Seijiro found himself reflecting on the importance of acceptance and the hidden struggles of those closest to him.

**Chapter 9: Moonlight Confessions**

The tension in the story reached its climax when Kenjiro could no longer hide the turmoil within him. The weight of his discovery had grown unbearable. It was during a moonlit night, reminiscent of that fateful evening, that he mustered the courage to confront Semira about what he had seen.

In this pivotal chapter, Kenjiro's confession and Semira's revelation brought the story to a turning point. The moonlight, both their confidant and their nemesis, cast a serene yet mysterious glow on their conversation. Would love triumph over the shadows of fear and prejudice?

**Chapter 10: An Unforgettable Promise**

In the moonlight's embrace, Kenjiro and Semira shared a poignant conversation that could change the course of their lives. The weight of their emotions, the depth of their love, and the strength of their connection were all put to the test.

With tenderness and vulnerability, they made a promise to each other. A promise that transcended societal norms and prejudices. Their love, illuminated by the moonlight, became a beacon of hope in a world where acceptance was not guaranteed.

**Chapter 11: Embracing the Unseen**

The final chapters of "Hidden Moonlight" painted a picture of transformation and acceptance. The story wasn't just about Kenjiro and Semira; it was about the resilience of love and the power of accepting the unseen.

As the tale concluded, the characters in this intricate web of relationships discovered that the shadows of the past could be illuminated by love and acceptance. Prejudices were challenged, and a world where differences were celebrated began to emerge.

**Chapter 12: An Eternal Moonlight**

In the story's concluding chapter, the moonlight, a silent witness to their journey, became a symbol of enduring love. The world that had been divided by secrets and misunderstandings was now united by the power of acceptance. The relationships that had once been shrouded in confusion and fear had transformed into bonds that could withstand any challenge.

And so, "Hidden Moonlight" ended with a message of hope and resilience. It was a reminder that love had the power to conquer even the darkest secrets, and the moon, with its eternal glow, would forever light the path for those who chose to embrace the unseen.

[filthyslashertoad]

Spending the Holidays with Slashers & Misc.

(I was having trouble posting this so it's a bit late. I also might make a pt.2 if I can think of more things)

Michael Myers

Doesn't acknowledge it as a real holiday.

Get's pissy because everyone leaves home to go on vacation and there's no one to kill.

As soon as one kid mistakes him for a pale Santa he just heads home and calls it a night.

Billy Loomis

Spends the night before Christmas stressing out trying to figure out how to wrap a present(So does Stu by affiliation)

When you come downstairs in the morning you can tell which present is yours because there's a copious layer of tape around each box.

Stu also abought you a basketball so don't even ask how he wrapped that.

Hannibal Lecter

As soon as it hits December 1st, the house is decorated head to toe in Christmas decorations.

Best believe there will be Rum cake and a lot of it because he started making it in January.

Doesn't do ugly sweaters.

Has never watched the Grinch and doesn't plan to.

Bo Sinclair

Wraps a bow around his beer and calls it a day. (Just kidding)

Spends all of Christmas day baking a ham that he's been dreaming about since February. (Even though he bought the ingredients last second)

Doesn't know what to get you for Christmas so while he's at the store doing last-second shopping he buys you your favorite drink and a card with a duck dressed as Santa on it.

Brahms Heelshire

Wakes you up in the morning with a very special breakfast. (It's a pb&j with a glass of milk except there wasn't enough milk so it's half water and half milk)

Still thinks that Santa is real.

Patrick Bateman

Forces you to wear matching pajamas and do a photo shoot with him to send out to everyone because "you're such a loving couple!"(Forgets to book a photographer and ends up having to get it done in a Kohls)

For Christmas he buys you a set of your very own business cards that say "Patrick Bateman's wife, Y/N" on them and a bottle sugar-free champagne. (He's so proud of himself for this gift btw)

Lady Dimitrescu

She's a girl mom to the max, meaning everyone is getting presents in perfectly wrapped paper with a cute note in cursive saying how much she loves you.

100% would sit back with a glass of wine while watching everyone open their presents.

Heisenberg

He makes a tree out of metal scraps and wakes you up by shouting, "Hey! Watch this!" as he electrocutes the entire tree, causing the very wooden ground underneath it to catch on fire.

Claims that the Lycans still believe in Santa.

Has them dress up in elf suits and has them run around the entire village harassing Miranda and the rest of his siblings.

Carlos Oliveira

Buys 400$ worth of Chinese food and calls in sick for the next week because of it.

He's the type of person who would send a video of himself singing "It's Timeee~" to the entire group chat at 12am on Christmas Day.

Sends out a calendar for the New Year to the ENTIRE company except every month is a different photo of him. (HR has gotten involved but they have yet to stop him)

Leon Kennedy

Says that he doesn't like Christmas and that it's his least favorite holiday. (Liar)

Tries spiked eggnog and sugar cookies for the first time and then it all changes.

Shows up to the station wearing a new ugly Christmas sweater each day(Somehow he gets Carlos and Chris in on it too).

Brings candy canes with him when he goes out on patrol to hand out to kids.

Hellboy

Spends his holiday rewatching the original Grinch and going shopping in World Market. (I feel like he'd love Marzipan and Fruit Cake)

Every Christmas he always buys everyone in the Bureau (besides Myers) their favorite bar of chocolate and hands them out at the annual Christmas party.

He's also made it a thing where he dresses up as Santa and goes to the Psych ward to visit the patients(and sometimes Liz).

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hi, I was wondering if you could create a scenario where reader is in the garden working and gets hot and sweaty and Donna just becomes a mess and when Reader goes to take a shower and undresses in front of Donna, she just devours her in the shower (smut pls).

Also could you please make Donna G!P?

Thank you!!!!

Yess!!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

Heat

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, gardener! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, fluff

Word count: 5,199

Summary: It's a hot day and you want to take advantage of that...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!!I love you all!!!

“Okay, okay... You don't like me and I don't like you either,” you said, pacing from one side of the garden to the other. “I know that you were born and raised here, with only one promise in your minds: to take revenge on the woman who took the lives of your ancestors. Well, it's time to decide who is stronger.”

Saying that sentence, as if you were really participating in a witch hunt, demon hunt, or something similar, you triumphantly waved the pruning shears in your hand with a sinister smile.

“Pray now, my dear enemies, because I’ll have no mercy.”

It might seem like you took your job as a gardener too lightly, but in reality, it was quite the opposite.

Luck seemed to smile on you since you were just a little girl, granting you an innate ability for plants. Luck? Oh yes, of course.

In a place like that, in that village lost between mountains, which didn’t know the world and which the world didn’t know, to have a skill beyond knowing how to sew or farm was to consider yourself lucky.

Your friends grew up with you, but none of them were left. Some married, others were sent to the castle to serve Lady Dimitrescu. Others, unfortunately, could not bear the thought of spending the rest of their days praying to Mother Miranda and the Black Gods.

In your youth, you had considered all of those possibilities. Serve, marry or surrender. There were few options and you didn't like any of them. You were never exactly the most faithful of the villagers, nor the most interested in men. You also didn't think giving up was something to be proud of.

No, you hadn't spent your entire life surviving hunger and the Lords of that place only to be dinner for a filthy lycan. Your life was worth much more than that, and that's how you wanted to be seen.

At first it might seem that knowing how to tame a wild garden could only lead you to be part of the castle's army of maidens, but you soon discovered that this curious skill opened different doors for you, the doors of the Beneviento Estate.

A monstrously large woman, a deformed fish man and a crazy man with a factory. Each and every one of the Lords was the reincarnation of any nightmare. All but one.

Unlike her siblings, Donna Beneviento was not huge, she didn’t live in a disgusting swamp and she didn’t experiment on corpses (you thought she didn’t, of course)

She was a lonely and sick woman, according to the villagers. No one who had the audacity to enter the forest and reach her territory had been lucky enough to tell it. You knew that there was no reason to think she wasn't as dangerous as they said, but she didn't seem as terrible as you had heard, especially after knowing her.

Yes, she could be a strange woman, not specially talkative, disturbed and embarrassed by her appearance. But, the danger word didn't appear in your mind when you offered to tend her garden.

Well, okay, maybe you had forgotten to remember that you were the cheekiest girl in the entire village and that an army of Lycans or nightmares wasn't enough to wipe the sardonic smile off your face.

If Donna hired you because of your ability to not fear the fear itself, or on the contrary (and as you later found out) because the garden of that mansion was a complete disaster was not important to you.

The point is you had been working for the Lord for almost a year, and for just over six months you had been totally addicted to her. Yes, you could not see her face, it was strange to hear her talk, but, without knowing how, she began to form a kind of dense cloud between you. A cloud of sexual tension you already took for granted since the first time you heard a shy laugh behind that black veil.

Did you always have to look for the most complicated woman? You couldn't live any other way.

Comments, mockery, hints that weren't so... After so much time behaving that way with the lady in black, you thought you should already be at the bottom of that beautiful waterfall but... No, you were still alive and that shy laugh was more and more frequent.

Were you playing with the most dangerous woman in the village? Of course you were, and you wouldn't stop until that tension dissipated, or until you died trying to get to know Donna Beneviento better, just a bit better. Well, quite a bit, well, until your smile could make her realize your addiction to her presence.

But even if you considered that little game of cat and mouse one of your favorite hobbies, you never neglected your work. That didn't mean that your drama queen skills didn't brighten up the boring task of making that garden stop looking like a jungle.

“Ugh, the sun has taken that warming thing seriously,” you sighed, running a hand over your sweaty forehead, looking at the unusual clear sky of that morning. “But that's not going to stop me,” you said amused, squinting at a corner full of weeds, to which you had already sworn revenge.

Taking off your shirt, leaving you only in a thin tank top, you continued with your work, even though the heat was getting more and more intense.

“A few rays of sun are not enough to stop me,” you growled, bending down to pull a tuft of damaged grass that was resisting your pulls. “You won't be able to beat me, you will never beat (Y/N), the Superhuman and Invincible Plant Warrior... Come on...”

With a strong tug, that rebellious little plant gave way to your hands, but you fell backwards to the ground with a thud.

When you caught your breath, you opened your eyes. The sun was very bright, but it was partially eclipsed by a black figure looking down at you, Donna.

“Superhuman and Invincible Plant Warrior?” the lady murmured, with a low but amused tone, or so you imagined.

“You can call me Plant Warrior, for short,” you said amused, standing up and dusting off your scant clothing. The lady laughed, causing your corners to rise again.

Was Donna really a hobby for you? Was she something else? How did you really feel about her? Too many questions.

“Do you want something, Donna?” you asked elegantly, but with that darkness shadowing your kind smile. “Or did you just want to see me?”

The lady shifted in her place, not responding to the hint that had become routine for a long time. The woman simply shook her head, confused, as she played with her hands in front of her body.

“Today is a hot day,” she commented with that hoarse, soft tone, damaged by lack of use, at least with anyone that wasn’t you.

You nodded, taking off your gloves and moving your tank top to give you some air.

“Yes, I think that if you varnish me a with gravy, in two hours I will be completely done,” you joked, now yes, earning another one of her shy laughs, one of those that you didn't want to stop hearing. “(Y/N) baked… Or better, (Y/N) in her sauce. What do you say?”

“I'm sure you're delicious,” she said, with a dark voice, making your smile grow even more.

“You think so?” you asked, getting a little closer to the woman in black, who made a move to back away, but she ended up staying in her place, as if regretting having made that comment.

“Um, yeah, um, I…” she stammered, clearing her throat and averting her gaze from yours, or so you thought. That damn black veil… “I think you've done enough for today, (Y/N). You are free to leave if you want.”

“Oh, well, I still have that dark corner over there,” you said, scratching the back of your neck, disappointed because that tension didn't seem to want to end, as well as Donna's shyness, which was surely preventing her from disappearing.

“It doesn't matter,” she whispered, shaking her head. “You're going to get sunstroke if you spend another hour out here.”

“I... Okay, okay, you're in charge,” you said with a sigh, with a more serious, sad look that you hoped she would understand. You were deluded, Donna could never understand the complexity of human emotions, but you couldn't blame her for that.

“Wait, (Y/N),” the lady said, running to your side when you grabbed your jacket, ready to return to your lonely cabin, to your life far away from Donna.

You enjoyed that abruptness for a moment and turned around in an elegant manner.

“I, um... Hey, I made some lemonade and... I thought you might like it... You know, it's, it's hot,” the lady stuttered as you walked back to meet her, eyebrows raised.

“Oh, sure,” you said, maybe too quickly.

The lady in black nodded elegantly and turned around, entering the house and timidly gesturing for you to follow her.

The sound of the clock was the only thing that could be heard in the old living room. Sitting at the table, you looked at each other in complete silence while your body refreshed itself with that delicious lemonade. It could be one of those situations that you imagined at night, but you knew it wasn't.

Despite being right where you wanted, next to whom you wanted, shyness appeared in your thoughts, quickly devastated by the impudence with which you lived your life.

“Well...” you whispered, playing with the ice in your glass.

“Well,” she repeated, in an almost inaudible tone, thus showing she was also nervous, like always when she was close enough to your mischievous smile.

There were no more words. The clock's hand was once again the dominant sound of that gloomy mansion. Luckily, the fact you had entered that place for the first time gave you the opportunity to spend time looking at each of those details. It was a huge house, really big, too big for just one woman and her sinister puppet who, mysteriously, showed no signs of life.

“So... Plant Warrior,” Donna murmured, moving the black cloth from her face to take a sip from her glass. You smiled, pouring more liquid into yours.

“Superhuman Warrior,” you corrected, tipping the jug into the lady's glass.

She shook her head and your ears were blessed again with the sweet sound of her low-key laugh.

“Have you ever taken something seriously?” she asked, with an informal tone, but retaining the elegance that was expected from her position as a Lord, something that… Well, it made the sinful sensations that ran through your body only increase.

“Hey, I take it seriously,” you protested, amused, frowning and crossing your arms.

You didn't know why, but that posture made the lady move nervously. You had forgotten that you were only wearing a tank top. Just to think that your shamelessly exposed body was making Donna nervous made the thoughts stop being lustful and become even more lustful. Stop, (Y/N)

“What exactly do you take seriously?” she asked, tilting her head to emphasize she was looking directly at you.

“To work for you,” you answered, hiding your sinister smile behind the glass of lemonade, which was beginning to drip onto your skin.

 Is that why the lady shifted again in her chair with a strange sigh? You wanted to think so.

“Superhuman Warrior?” she asked with a soft tone, implying that there was a smile forming on her mysterious face, a smile that you were dying to see.

“Oh, come on, I just did a little imagination exercise. In this boring village you have to find a way so the shadows don't kill you,” you explained, realizing your mistake immediately. “Um, well, not boring, because thanks to the blessing of the Black Gods and Mother Miranda…”

“Boring, huh?” Donna said, crossing her arms, annoyed by your careless words.

“No, no, no...” you said, moving your hands to emphasize your correction. Too late. “Not boring because… Well, because… It's, it's fun to know when you're going to die torn apart by a lycan and of course, Miranda's masses are very, very funny,” you joked.

“Of course, I'm sure you have a lot of fun,” Donna said, with a slightly darker tone and a superb posture, very attentive to your reaction.

Making a strangely embarrassed face, you scratched your head, searching in the deeps of your mind for some witty response.

“Of course, I'm laughing my ass off,” you said with your eyebrows raised, trying to maintain a calm tone, not being sure if this unusual conversation would serve to understand or study the limits of her patience or simply to put an end to them.

“It's funny,” Donna murmured, nodding, relaxing her posture. You looked at her confused. “I don't remember having seen you in the last… 10 masses.”

“No? Oh, of course, with that thing on your face it's sure hard to see anything,” you joked, closing your eyes because your way of being had overcome the circumstances.

Donna snorted, going completely silent for a moment, frozen in time.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, changing amusement for concern. She nodded slowly, resuming her movements.

“I'm sure I haven't seen you, (Y/N),” she whispered, her voice breaking, probably because of your unfortunate comment. “I would remember.”

You faked a smile when you saw that at least that time, you had emerged unscathed from your impudence.

“Yes, yes, the girl who snores in the last row, that's me,” you joked again, drawing another shy laugh from her lips from the lady in black, who shook her head again.

“You have no remedy,” the lady whispered, with an amused tone, which was distorted when your hand ran over the skin just above your neckline, shiny with sweat.

Noticing her incipient nervousness, you did it more slowly, leaning over the table to give her a better view of what seemed to distract her that much.

“Check it next time,” you whispered in a honeyed tone, savoring the words and the slight tremor that shook her glass as she looked away from it.

“Do you want me to prove that you are a liar?” she asked, regaining her composure at the indiscreet vision of your soaked body, of your… too noticeable feminine attributes.

“Non si può mai sapere,” you sighed, happy for having found the perfect situation to say that phrase that you had been rehearsing for days.

Donna laughed, moving her body subtly, crossing her arms.

“Nice try,” she whispered with a dangerous, somewhat dark tone. As always, it was impossible for you to know if a smile adorned her face or rather your horrible pronunciation had offended her. You hoped it was a beautiful smile.

“I'm doing my best,” you said, taking another sip of lemonade while raising and lowering your eyebrows mockingly.

“I'm not going to raise your salary because you learn Italian, (Y/N),” she said, imitating your gesture with an overwhelming calm, like everything she did.

“Come on, I've been learning for months,” you joked with a smile that looked like a pout. “I already know how to say hello and goodbye.”

“It's the same word.”

“Yes, but… What a word...” you said, shaking your head, putting on an intellectual face, something you didn't know how to do at all.

Again, her soft, velvety laugh reached your ears like the best of balms.

Silence fell on you like a heavy weight, one that forced you to lower your shoulders and your gaze.

“I would like to know something else about you,” Donna murmured, with a sigh inaudible to ordinary mortals, but not to you, who looked up surprised by that phrase that came from nowhere.

“Oh, um...” you murmured, a bit confused.

“Do you feel uncomfortable?” she asked suddenly, probably seeing your doubtful and surprised attitude.

“No, no, no, not at all, it's just that...” you said, with a fake smile, controlling the nerves that were beginning to rise through your heated body. “Well, I'm not used to you being interested in me.”

“Do you think I'm interested in you?” the lady asked, with a superb posture again. You frowned, but kept that smile. Again, she had gotten nervous.

“You just said you wanted to know things about me. That's being interested,” you joked with a dark voice, leaning discreetly again. “Or maybe… You are interested in other things about me…”

“Yes, I mean, no,” Donna stammered, uncomfortable with the indiscreet exposure of your sweaty body to her gaze. “Why are you that way?”

“What way?” you asked, feigning disorientation. “I was born with this body.”

"No, no," Donna interrupted, defensively putting her hands in front of her torso. “Why are you so...?”

“So…?”

“Uhg, so… You,” she finally said, shaking her head, her chest rising and falling due to her heavy breathing. Maybe you were pulling the rope too tight, maybe not.

You shrugged, with an expression of not knowing what she meant. Playing with fire, that was the greatest of your hobbies.

“Are you nervous, my lady?” you said with a sensual tone, with a look that could easily melt the ice in your glasses.

“Don't call me...” Donna protested, gently hitting the table with her fists. “… My lady. You know I hate it.”

“Um...” you murmured, pretending to look away as you moved your top to give some air to your heated body, a sight that Donna didn't want to miss, but from which she immediately looked away, embarrassed and shifting nervously in the chair.  “Do you know what I hate?”

“No,” the lady in black responded, with a dry, abrupt tone, thus revealing her obvious discomfort.

“The beautiful women who cover their face,” you murmured, with that slight hope that her nervousness and your impudence would have an effect on the lady.

Donna growled, looking away for a moment. She seemed thoughtful and the room fell silent again under your watchful gaze.

“Yes, I meant you,” you commented amused, leaning back in the chair, rocking it carelessly. Donna shook her head, crossing her arms again.

“You are unbearable,” the lady whispered, bringing her trembling hands to her veil. You widened your eyes, not believing your stupid words had any effect. Maybe she felt something similar to what you felt, even if you still weren't sure exactly what it was.

Slowly, that horrible black veil disappeared from your vision, revealing a beauty far superior to what you imagined. Perfect features, a face destroyed by a horrible scar that you barely paid attention to. Donna was so much more than you expected.

Your smile reached your lips and your eyes reflected the visual pleasure of her hidden beauty, an unimaginable one, which made you seriously think about whether it was really lustful addiction, or love.

“Just what I thought,” you murmured, feigning disinterest.

“What?” she asked, making an attempt to cover herself again, something you prevented by reaching out your hand and gently grabbing her wrist.

“You're beautiful, Donna,” you whispered, keeping your gaze on that bright eye, full of insecurities and fear of your reaction.

“Don't you get tired of lying?” she asked with a brusque tone, breaking free from your grip and leaving the cloth on the table, with a look of panic that predicted an imminent nervous breakdown.

No, that wasn't going to happen while you were there.

“Show me that I'm not lying, come on... Smile,” you asked with a pleading look. Your fun attitude towards life was like a lifesaver in the middle of the ocean. You weren't safe, but at the same time you were.

Her reaction was immediate and the light of her smile reached your gaze.

“You see? What a beautiful smile you have...” you sighed, holding her hand again at her nervous look, at that smile that was twisted by your caresses on her skin.

After a few moments in which the tension was already overwhelming, she released herself from your grip, from your soft fingers, standing up from the chair.

“I think, I think I have stolen you too much time, (Y/N),” Donna murmured, looking at the floor, avoiding at all costs looking at your face, or your body. “You should go home.”

“Mm,” you murmured, nodding a bit disappointed, tilting your head toward the window, where the sun was shining tirelessly. “If I don't get roasted along the way...”

“Wait,” the lady interrupted, grabbing your wrist just as you grabbed your stuff. “Ma, maybe you want to take… A shower, you know, to cool off. I wouldn't want you to get sick.”

“Oh, it’s a good idea,” you said satisfied, pretending to think of an answer you already had.

Again, silence. You looked at the lady expectantly, and she discreetly looked at the corners of your body. Poor thing, she had perhaps forgotten she was no longer wearing the veil and you could see where her eye was going.

“Ahem,” you said, stamping your feet impatiently, startling Donna, who shook her head as if she were coming out of a fantasy.

A fantasy about you? Hopefully…

“Oh… What?” she stammered, confused.

You laughed, shaking your head.

“Tell me where the bathroom is. Or do you prefer to wash me by yourself?” you hissed with a purr, leaning into her ear. She laughed, gasping displeasure at your flippant comment.

“Come,” she said simply, turning around elegantly and leading you towards the stairs.

You walked slowly, taking a curious look at the portrait that adorned the wall. What a horrible picture. Donna was beautiful in person, just the way she was.

“Towels,” she pointed out once in the bathroom, handing you said objects abruptly. You nodded passively. “And, well, I suppose you know how a shower works.”

“No, normally I wait for it to rain to wash me,” you said sarcastically, leaving the towels in the sink and winking at her. She laughed nervously, looking away from you.

“You never take anything seriously...” Donna whispered, shaking her head.

You blinked mockingly and reached for your top, which fell off you with a gasp of relief. Donna gasped in surprise.

“What are you doing? Can't you wait for me to leave?” she asked offended, looking anywhere except your now exposed torso.

“Do you want to leave?” you asked, walking slowly towards her, running a hand over the exposed skin of your chest. “I think you are comfortable here.”

She shook her head, unable to stop her gaze from going straight to your glistening breasts, sighing nervously.

“(Y/N), no...” the lady protested when your steps got too close, when your gaze went down her body.

“Mm, how nervous you got, huh?” you purred, leaving subtlety aside, taking her trembling hand to run over your bare skin, something that, fortunately, she didn’t prevent, breathing with increasing difficulty.

“You make me nervous, (Y/N),” she murmured, closing her eye due to the closeness of your lips to hers.

You brushed against them, caressed them without kissing them, making Donna squirm in frustration. Your eyes opened to study her trembling, the closeness of her body to yours. A smile spread across your face as you saw a deformity at the bottom of her dress, a small bulge that betrayed her arousal.

“Well, well, well... You still keep a secret, huh?” you whispered, biting her ear to distract her from the caresses that went down her waist until you touched her erection with the palm of your hand, caressing it through the fabric “A big one…”

“Stop, I...” she protested, moving away from your libidinous touch, one that made her breathing even more complicated.

“You're sweating, Donna,” you murmured, not accepting her nervousness, her embarrassment. “Maybe you should take a shower too.”

She shook her head, covering the bulge of her dress with her hands, trying unsuccessfully to escape your gaze.

“I, I, I, I'll wait for you outside,” she said, turning to hide her blush, her excitement, all those things that you didn't think she could feel with you. You resist, shrugging your shoulders.

“As you wish, but there's room here for both of us,” you hummed, taking off your underwear, letting it fall to the floor as a challenge. Donna turned slightly to admire the sight in front of her and ran out of the room.

“Next time I won't make it so easy for you,” you hissed to yourself, turning on the faucet and feeling relief from the cool water that fell on your body.

As if you hadn't been about to do something so dangerous with a dangerous woman, you washed yourself calmly, humming songs you heard one day. At least until the bathroom door swung open and you frowned.

“Cazzo, (Y/N)...”  Donna gasped, getting rid of her shoes erratically while her hands undid the buttons on her dress.

“Have you forgotten something, my lady?” you asked amused, continuing to rub your body to tease her even more. Donna growled, quickly undressing and entering the shower next to you, pushing you against the wall.

“Shut up,” she ordered you nervously, just before grabbing your face in her hands and kissing you wildly, unexpectedly. You smiled, trying to tame those anxious, erratic kisses, trying to grab her waist, rubbing yourself against her body under the cool water of the shower.

Everything happened so fast that you didn't even stop to think about your victory, the one that you matured for months, that you worked on in subtle and not so subtle ways until the brunette's defenses collapsed at the sight of your body damaged by the heat.

The kisses were tireless, the kisses traveled to every possible corner. There was nothing but you and Donna in that small shower, nothing but a simmering burning desire, one that tasted better than the most delicious of delicacies.

The caresses, although they were naughty, were also dedicated to exploring every part of Donna's body, a body always hidden by a black as dark as the night, like a veil that extended beyond the one that covered the beauty of her smile.

The gasps were camouflaged with the sound of the water rushing against the floor, the humidity of the cold water joined with your saliva mixed in those burning kisses, in the sighs, in the gasps, in the moans that came when her hips brushed yours, impatiently.

“Turn around and lean,” the doll maker ordered you, with a firm voice that showed the authority of a village Lord.

Had you been playing with her so much that she had lost her usual elegance and delicacy? It didn't surprise you, nor did you care, you just wanted to have her, her to have you. At that moment you just wanted to be for her, you just wanted to exist for her.

With a mischievous laugh and a defiant look, you obeyed, leaning over the tiles. It didn't take long for Donna to move, standing behind you, hugging your body, your breasts, rubbing, feeling, squeezing every part she could touch, every inch that now belonged to her.

“Please, my lady...” you said, biting your lip, bringing her hips closer to yours, rubbing her erect shaft, eager to explore your wetness.

“Don't call me...” she growled, giving you an unexpected hair pull as she discreetly fulfilled your wishes, entering you with a gentle movement, letting your body adapt to her size. “… My lady.”

“As you wish, my lady,” you teased, moaning at the feeling of her shaft running through your wetness, sliding between your walls without any difficulty. Donna laughed in annoyance, moving abruptly, probably as punishment for your audacity.

“You don't learn, do you?” she said, when your walls stretched enough to allow a constant rhythm, a wave of pleasure that your body accepted willingly, compensating you for all those nights when you imagined something like this.

You shook your head as you moaned at those perfectly calculated movements, at the feeling of her nails digging into your hips while hers moved rhythmically, stopping just when you needed it most.

Donna also stopped talking, replacing the words, the soft reprimands with tremendously sensual moans, discreet but eager, almost as much as her erection inside your body, wanting to touch every inch of your depths, wanting to mix with your overflowing moisture.

It was frenetic, terribly erotic and sensual. Nothing like what you had experienced before. You couldn't tell if those new sensations were purely due to sex.

Maybe in your life you were never so lucky to make love with someone for that very reason, for love. Yes, it was time to recognize the evidence. You were crazy about Donna. The question was: was she crazy about you? Her body said she was.

“Donna...” you said, with the sound of the water camouflaging your voice, not enough for the brunette to lower the intensity of her thrusts and moans, stopping digging her nails into your skin to gently caress your back, making that those little cramps you were beginning to feel to became more and more intense.

A moan was her response, while her hips resumed their movements so as not to lose the pleasant sensation of being inside of you, of sliding over your body as if it were hers. Certainly, it already was.

“(Y/N)... Sto per venire…” she whispered, changing that constant rhythm for a more erratic, more intense one, which made you close your eyes and let her hands hold your body while you let yourself be carried away by the sensations that, for you, were already enough for you to release.

“Fuck, yes!” you moaned when your orgasm finally made its way through your body, making your walls dance around her, thus causing her own release, which made a humid, burning heat contrast poetically with the cold water.

The water now only muffled your nervous breathing. Your body relaxed as Donna pulled out of you, making that obscene heat run down your leg, joining the water that ended its way into the drain.

Slowly, you turned around, kissing the brunette without giving her a second to breathe, hanging on to her body, caressing her cheeks, her waist, everything you could and your body allowed after the ecstasy.

“(Y/N)... I know I can be a… Killjoy… But, but… I'm in love with you,” she told you, moving away from your tireless kisses for a moment.

“I think that's pretty obvious,” you joked, making the lady shake her head, with a tired sigh.

“No, it is not. I'm not a woman who just wants to... Have a good time,” she explained, turning off the shower so you could hear her voice clearly.

“Well, we had a good time,” you continued joking, hanging on to her neck.

Donna rolled her eye with a tired sigh.

“If you don't feel the same, I want you to tell me,” she said with a more serious tone, cupping your face in her hands, implying that this was not the time to joke. It never was.

“Donna, I'm crazy about you.”

[the-apocrypha]

It Started With a Whisper Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling || 25k || T || 3/6

Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Getting Together, Mother Night’s A+ Parenting, Father Time’s A+ Parenting, Entirely Too Much Chemistry, Both of the Interpersonal and Scientific Sort

Hob, a werewolf from a grotty little estate on the wrong side of London, still can’t quite believe he’s starting his first term at St. Ignatius University. His goals don’t extend very far beyond playing some quality football on the scrim league, and becoming the world’s first (and best) lycan astrophycisist. Then… he meets Dream

Dream Aeternus

Hob: Hope you’re having fun with your family this weekend! 😁

Dream: My siblings are, as always, a font of innovate ways in which to get us all killed, if that is what you mean Dream: [photo taken from the back of a boat, of a husky red-headed boy lowering an electric surfboard into a sun-dappled ocean, while a thinner blonde figure beside him holds another electric surfboard in wait] 

Hob: What?? Those look so fun!  Hob: You won’t die you’ll be fine Hob: Just wear a lifejacket

Dream: [photo of a table on the boat, covered in empty liquor bottles and red solo cups] 

Hob: 👀👀 DEFINITELY wear a lifejacket

Dream: Somehow the risk of drowning or dying horribly in a wreck is still more palatable than the alternative of being alone in the house with my mother Dream: Only twenty-three hours until I can leave

Hob: Yeah, a sunny yacht with five thousand pound surfboards and unlimited alcohol, I’d be counting down the hours too Hob: Weeping into my electromag textbook for you and your suffering rn 🥲🥲🥲

Dream: This isn’t the yacht. It’s only a bowrider

Hob: ‘We aren’t on our yacht we’re on our OTHER luxury boat’ isn’t the winning argument you think it is luv ❤️

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[g1ga-byte]

Back again with more Lycan's Plight AU drawings! This time, the Kitakami siblings, Carmine and Kieran!

You may have noticed they do not look as savage as the E4 wolves, and the reason being that they come from a clan that is more advanced in culture than the wild and feral wolves or enslaved ones.

Keeping with the tradition of drawing influence from The Planet of the Apes reboot series, they are taking inspiration from Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes that came out monthes ago... I can see Kieran being the "Noa" of this side story!

So these are just line arts, may return to this with colors!

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Mother Miranda Headcanons: Bonded By Mold

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter, this one has to do with Mother Miranda, I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here, and Happy Early Mother's Day!]

(Disclaimer: Mother Miranda Is Not Yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Mother Miranda From Resident Evil Village-

.Mother Miranda is a very selfish and cruel woman.

.But she is not heartless, she truly is just driven by two things.

.The first is getting her daughter back, and the second is to have you as her spouse and the love of her life.

.She met you in the village and took an interest in you right away, wanting you to be her partner.

.So she would make you her personal assistant.

.She found you to be a charming little human and that you belong to her and her alone.

.She would order her children, the lords to keep you from leaving the village and not to experiment on you.

.She will be the only one to make you something greater than you are.

.She does not want you to be one of her children's failed experiments, you have to be something and someone perfect!

.You will be with her, for as long as she and you will be on this earth without her.

.She will tie your very life to hers, so you and her will never ever part.

.She is very possessive and not willing to share you with anyone, even sometimes making you cover all your skin and wear a veil when in the village to hide your beauty from the village and her lords.

.Only she can see that beautiful face of yours, no one else has that right.

.She is also very controlling, you must and WILL do as she tells you, or you will be punished.

.She is also a lying yandere and would tell you, that you will be free to go one day, that she would never hurt you, she is a lying liar who lies!

.She will make you hers and that will cause pain, and she changes your very DNA to get what she wants from you.

.With you as hers, and as her spouse.

.She will make it so you cannot live without her, where it may even cause you pain to leave her.

.That way you will be bound to her, and must stay by her side at all times.

.She is also very manipulative, she will lie and manipulate you, to make you think you only need her, that no one else loves you, and that all you need is her as your wife, that way you can be happy.

.She deals with rivals, mainly by making a public example of them, torturing them, and killing them in an execution in the town square.

.With the whole village watching, anyone who dares help them will be executed as well.

.Same with anyone who tries to help you to leave her.

.You will know better than to ask for help and THEY will KNOW better than to offer you help.

.She does not give you a choice in the matter you are meant to be hers, and you will be hers. Hers, and hers alone.

.So she confesses to you and if you say no you will be punished.

.If you say yes, she will treasure and start her plan to have you impregnate her (If assigned Male at birth) or impregnate you (If assigned female at birth) with the help of the mold.

.So you and her will make her daughter come back, so you and her can be the perfect family at last.

.You would be the one she needs to bring back her daughter, and she WILL Make it happen.

.If you try and run she will lock you up, in a lavish room of course but you will never be allowed to leave, the lycan and corpses will make sure you stay safe and sound.

.Be ready as you will be tied to her for all eternity and will be the co-parent to her reincarnated daughter, and she WILL except you to give her daughter more siblings.

.There is no chance of freedom unless Chris and Ethan come to save the day that is, lmao!

.But then again if by this point your soul is tied to hers, you will be trapped with her in the mold, never ever escaping her!

.You will belong to her, bound together for all eternity, and there is nothing you can do about it!

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I will have this as a youtube video as well, Once again happy Early Mother's Day! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

[thunderworks]

heroes

More information:

Heroes All creatures born from the Tree start off at a human development of around 3 years old, so they can be more self sufficient right away. (Walking, language learning, problem solving.) They are never infants.

Normal shapes are like mammals, the heroes are not exactly. They are more similar to living crystals. Injury causes them to shatter like glass, not bleed. They only heal fully from the Tree or in the presence of each other.

The Heroes were not intended to fulfill their purpose until they were mature, like in their 20’s. Beetle (Blixer) getting shards from the Tree early was entirely a fluke & not anticipated.

The Heroes were not intended to be separated. The Tree was unusually weak after the corrupted Artifact was exhumed, that’s why they were born so far apart from each other. They were supposed to grow up as siblings from the start.

Cyan 🪻 he/him Special ability: offense & purification magic (functional)

Found by Heli, adopted by her & Bloc. The only hero to be formed fully functional.

Doesn’t really understand what’s happening with the Corruption, but goes along with what his group members tell him to do. He could sense Corruption magic from a very young age (why he got a bad vibe from Beetle). Theoretically he could’ve purified Beetle before anything happened, but nobody knew he was a Hero.

Most shapes are magical. They learn how to heal & summon weapons from a young age. His type of offense magic was unheard of. Pure, unaltered energy that comes in blasts of light. (He can shoot lasers from his hands.) He was suspended from school until after the Corruption because nobody knew how to train him, they were worried he was unsafe.

Very chipper all the time. The most innocent & clueless of the group.

Gold 🏵️ she/her Special ability: speed (functional)

Fast, but clumsy. The most prone to injury of the group. Does not heal as easily as the rest of them, which is problematic for that reason. The most recent to be born. Found by Skipper a few months after Cyan was found, at the Tree the day she was born.

Has a better idea of what’s happening with the Corruption than Cyan does. She knows it’s dangerous, she knows it can kill Cube, and she knows Beetle has it. Taught herself to eavesdrop on Heli & Cube’s conversations when they weren’t paying attention.

Was the very last of the children to forgive Beetle for what he did. Took about 2 more years for her to become at all friendly with him.

Citrine 📙 they/them Special ability: defense magic (stunted), team role is now strategy

Found & adopted by a family who was on vacation. Not knowing Citrine was a Hero, they were brought back to where the family lived, about 50 miles north of Paradise. That didn’t go superbly. Feeling such anxiety being away from the Tree, they ran away a few years later. (They didn’t know being away from the Tree was causing this, they just knew something felt really wrong.)

Skipper (boat) found them collapsed on the beach during one of his coastal surveys. Name comes from yellow quartz.

Gio 🍀 he/they Special ability: healing magic (stunted), team role is now strength

The first hero born. Nobody realized he was there. After a few days of waiting, wandered off into the forest in search of food. Pretty much fended for themselves until news of Corruption went around, at this point went searching for the other heroes.

The scar on their face was from an injury that did not fully heal. They didn’t know they were supposed to go back to the tree. It took a month for the shatter to reform (vs coming back instantly with magic). Gio was the only one who was aware of their status as heroes before the Corruption started. He was the only one the Tree gave any information to. He spoke with her briefly the day he was born.

Name means earth worker / farmer in Italian. (Because was the first to come from the earth.)

Lycan 🌹 Any pronouns Special ability: ???

The Tree did not intend to create more than 4 creatures. Lycan was born from a shard as Beetle was messing around with its magic.

[noirapocalypto]

✧ ─── ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ ⋆┊ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟᴇꜱ

✧ ─── ᴏᴄ ⋆┊ꜱᴠʟᴇᴍ

Age: 29 Generation: 3rd Gender: Cis Male Species: Warlock • Demon Magic Type: Chaos • Shadow • Hedge Sexuality: Gay Astrological Sign: Aquarius Sun • Sagittarius Moon • Leo Rising Element: Spirit Languages Spoken: English • Cajun French • Arcani Occupation: Rapper • Music Producer Affiliations: Black Mage Records

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✦ Born Isiah Layne Hale, he took the stage name SVLEM early on in his career. Now a days, it's not uncommon for him to go by his moniker in most social settings--such as interacting with fans and even in his social circle. However, his family and coven still refer to him by his real name.

✦ Salem is half demon on his father Bastien's side. He is the only one in his coven that's half-blooded.

✦ He is the fourth oldest of his generation, coming in neck and neck with his cousin Darcy--who is only a few months younger than him.

✦ Salem gets along with most of his cousins but is closest to Darcy due to their closeness in age. Neither have siblings and have developed an almost sibling like dynamic with one another.

✦ Salem grew up apart from his coven, having been born and raised in the Republic of Texas rather than in North Cal. Because of this--his elder cousins Silas and Avis often tease him about being "from the streets"--referring to his crime ridden, gang infested hometown.

✦ His childhood friends are Alec and Amirah. They met in their early teens and have been friends since. Though their careers have taken them on separate paths, they remain close and get together when they can. They also collab with one another and are often seen in each other's projects.

✦ Salem takes pride in his magical prowess--a lot of his skills have been self-taught with plenty of trial and error. He has a natural curiosity and a hunger for knowledge, especially drawn to more unorthodox methods than traditional. Salem is a very skilled and powerful warlock--though he sometimes struggles to keep himself reeled in. His magic is chaotic, and at times, unstable.

✦ He is one of the only two members of his coven (the other being Darcy) that were born with the ability to shapeshift into an animal form. Because of his coven's association with corvids, Salem's animal form is a raven.

✦ Salem excels in hedge magic and magic relating to the astral realm. He inherited this skill from his father Bastien, who's demonic lineage gave him the ability to astral project. Salem learned this from his father, and honed his skills as he grew older.

✦ Salem is very fond of tantric sex magic, something he begins to study and practice much more often once he enters a relationship. He enjoys feeling connected to his partner and feels the closest to him when they're intertwined; body and soul.

✦ Because his soul spirit is a raven, Salem displays several raven-like qualities, even when he's not shifted. He's playful, intelligent, clever, has an affinity for shiny things and especially holds grudges against those that have slighted him. He mates for life (deeply monogamous) and courts his partner the way a raven would court it's mate.

✦ Much like his wild raven counterparts, Salem seems to get along with lycans and most wolf-adjacent individuals. He's able to understand them and communicate with them while they're shifted. He has even been seen playing with his lycan friends in similar ways that ravens play with wolves out in the wild.

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[jsab-corruptedbond]

Hello!!! I decided to read the comic and I loved it!! And I just wonder if there are any fun facts about the characters!

Glad you're enjoying it so far!

and fun facts... hmm.. ah, blixer likes drawing/coloring because of cube, she bring crayon one time, that become his source of entertainment beside music. there was a scrapped scene where blixer found his coloring book in the library when he just met cuda, i scrapped it cuz it was going off track of the story. The triplets from the side story is very heavily inspired from ducktales 2017 triplets, at first they were just NPCs but now they're basically blixers big siblings since they play together a lot. spidey and macabre originally wasn't supposed to exist, they pop up last minute, aka. blixer used to be alone, macabre exist cuz i need someone for blixer to hate his whole existence, so it would make sense if i use a reconizable boss instead of making a new character (i'm not great at making ocs anyway) Blixer full name is Blixer la dance see what i did there? La dance macabre and Spider Dance :) lycan actually tried to reconnect with blixer after he corrupt her accidentally, but blixer assume she's really mad at him to the point of following him around aand i think i ran out of fun facts pfft, if i say more its probably going to spoiler territory

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━━━ .°˖✧ forbidden romance ⋆˙⊹

꒰ঌ definition ��꒱ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ below you will find sub genres under this category, as well as some useful pairings for this trope. for educational writing purposes <3

note: several of these can also be used in other tropes as well, just depends on how you write it and interpret it.

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꒰ঌ group one ໒꒱

teacher x student | rivaling families | rich x poor | princess x peasant | old money x lower class | two groups at war | monster x slayer | criminal x detective | bridesmaid x best man | both love interests betrothed to another | only one love interest betrothed to another

꒰ঌ group two ໒꒱

corrupt priest x nun | corrupt priest x church goer | assassin x person they’re supposed to kill | step!siblings | boss x employee | rivaling sports teams | parents don’t approve of love interest | different cultures | family doesn’t approve

꒰ঌ group three ໒꒱

parents forbid it | a friends ex lover | a siblings ex lover | queen x bodyguard | housewife x gardener | rivaling species | older generation judges young love | bodyguard x who they’re protecting | interspecies love | big age gap

꒰ঌ group four ໒꒱

siblings best friend | nobody likes the love interest except you | partners in a shared rank | relationships not allowed at work | rich guy x prostitute | boyfriends brother | boyfriends best friend | fem is the wife of a dangerous player | man x widow

꒰ঌ group five ໒꒱

teacher x students parent | man raises girl and when she grows up she’s in love with him | exiled man x village girl | laws forbid them | prisoner x prison guard | angel x demon | clashing religions | robot x human | alien x human

꒰ঌ group six ໒꒱

alpha x omega | step father x step daughter | dads best friend x daughter | love interest is “bad news” | friends don’t approve | husband x babysitter | popular x loner (cool x loser) | immortal x mortal | god/goddess x human

꒰ঌ group seven ໒꒱

zombie x human | light x dark | wolf boy x bunny girl | rivaling kingdoms | criminal x sweetheart | doctor x patient | destined for different things | celebrity x fan | celebrity x average person | pirate x bereaucrat

꒰ঌ group eight ໒꒱

rich bachelor x ‘average’ girl | chefs of rivaling restaurants | counselor x patient (this can be therapy, rehab) | loyal butler x married queen | queen x kings brother | cyborg x scientist meant to deactivate them | mad scientist x their creation

꒰ঌ group nine ໒꒱

if they’re together their powers fade / go away (if you’ve seen Hancock you know) | clan leader x handmaiden | lawyer x criminal they’re prosecuting | person on the jury x criminal | vampire royalty x lawless vampire

꒰ঌ group ten ໒꒱

vampire royalty x lycan prisoner | vampire cursed with a soul who can’t experience true happiness because of his sins x the woman he loves (if you’ve seen buffy the vampire slayer you’ll know) | orphan x headmistress / headmaster (obviously not a child orphan, can be a fantasy au or dark world / apocalyptic au)

will update when I think of new ones. hope this helps if you’re not sure what story to tell but you want something new <3

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tfw u reunite w ur older sister (who u thought was long-dead) n Immediately she starts teasing u abt ur crush on ur lord

anyway. bit of backstory below the cut. mega big spoilers ahead, as well as a cw/tw for graphic violence, animal death, and self harm.

aaron n melissa lycan r the children of the former lord of falconclaw, derek lycan. however, due to the majority of the village being able to trace their lineage back to shad the destroyer, the high priest of the cathedra of irene at the time (zane's predecessor) decided to wipe out the village to prevent shad from reincarnating. however, aaron was out on a solo hunting trip and melissa was in nahakra visiting a suitor, meaning that they were not in falconclaw when o'khasis marched on it.

aaron was the first of the siblings to return. when he came home to find that pretty much everyone he'd ever known and loved - his parents, his fiancee, his sister, his friends - had been brutally murdered at the hands of the city-state that was supposed to protect them, he... sort of lost it a little bit. a long-dead generational curse magick manifested in his eyes that caused anything within his line of site to get disintegrated; because he couldn't control it, he destroyed much of the village and the remains of his people. when he came to, he attempted to gouge out his eyes to prevent the same thing from happening, but when they regenerated, he resorted to repeatedly sewing them shut until he met an elf who gifted him a bandanna with runes that nullified the magick.

melissa returned to falconclaw after aaron had fled and found the village in ruins. assuming the worst - that she was the last survivor - she wallowed in her grief for months until she came across an old tome that promised of any wish granted so long as she approached a man with goat eyes. unbeknownst to her, this was the demon warlock, and when she asked him to bring her village back, he told her to sacrifice a living being as payment. melissa, who grew up in a hunting village, immediately set out to sacrifice the first animal she came across. unfortunately, this happened to be a wolf - and when menphia, patron goddess of wolves, discovered this, she cursed melissa with what came to be known as the 'ultima' curse. although werewolves had been around since... well, as long as anyone could remember - hells, melissa and aaron had grown up playing with the cubs of a nearby werewolf settlement - they were a separate species to humans, and humans could not be turned into werewolves (and vice versa). melissa's curse meant that she could turn humans into werewolves by merely looking at them - something that terrified her, and led to her fleeing ru'aun and travelling to tu'la.

the siblings don't reunite until aaron, along with aphmau and the main cast, travel to tu'la to retrieve menphia's relic. by this time, melissa has reunited with the werewolves that she and aaron grew up with - blaze, dottie, rylan, and daniel - and they have joined the anti-monarchy resistance with the goal of toppling the corrupt tu'lan nobility. both of the siblings have largely gotten their curses under control - aaron has stopped wearing his magicked bandanna, and melissa is able to go out in public and interact with humans without worrying about accidentally turning anyone. when they reunite in the catacombs below the capital city - well, let's just say that its abt as emotional as u would expect it to be when uve thought that ur sibling has been dead for the past ten-twenty years.

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Ghost x Soap prompt

Oh. Okay. I remember what I wanted to post on here earlier. You don't know this, but I totally had this idea earlier today and want to share it with the world but I got distracted and forgot all about it. But here I am.

Back at it again with a Call of Duty, Ghost and Soap fic prompt.

I don't have a lot of experience with the games. I just got my first one, MW3, like a month or 2 ago. I know a little bit of the storyline, and I've looked up a few canon things, but most of my experience is with fanfiction so far. I know there's some mixed feelings amongst the fandom as far as the fanfiction goes so I want to do my best to contribute in a positive way.

I encourage feedback and comments or additional ideas. Also, I'd love to join a Discord server about the different ships in the game so invite me if you'd like.

Without further delay, here's my COD Ghost x Soap prompt from earlier today:

You know the Underworld series? With the vampires and the werewolves? You know, specifically, Underworld: Rise of the Lycans?

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You know near the end when Lucian and Sonja are tied up, unable to reach each other as the sun rises? And it's stressful and painful but beautiful. And she looks up as the sun roof begins to open, but he's just begging her to look at him.

"Look at me, look at me. Keep your eyes on me."

And she takes strength from his gaze and she's able to face what happens next because he's there with her.

"I love you," he says.

"And I love you," she replies as the sun roof continues to open. She keeps her eyes on him until the end.

And he just screams in anguish and pain when she's gone. And the whole castle can hear him calling her name.

You know what I'm talking about?

Okay. So THAT idea but Ghost and Soap.

Hear me out. It's somewhat of a sci-fi/fantasy world. Ghost doesn't know what he is, not really. There are others like him, born from death, unkillable as far as he knows. Some sort of creature that humans start to call a Reaper. He's never really cared. And he's never really wanted to die.

Until he met Jonathan Riley.

And this was like maybe 2 or 3 hundred years ago. We're talking castles and horses and witch hunts. The supernatural world is unknown but humans are starting to learn. They're starting to see. They're calling anything non-human evil. It's bad. Werewolves, vampires, witches- all real. All in danger during these dark times.

And here he meets Jonathan Riley. Nothing special really. He's from a poor family, with several siblings, barely enough food to eat. He helps his dad in the stables, helps his mom in the kitchen. Keeps the little ones busy. Picks up odd jobs around the small village Simon only visits every other week. And really, he only does it to keep up the appearance of being a normal human.

It's one of these visits where he quite literally runs into Jonathan. And it's all history from there. Jonathan might not be anything special to the village, but he's everything to Simon. He's the world. Suddenly, life is full of color and wonder.

When a disease wreaks havoc on the village, killing almost everyone, it's only Simon and Jonathan who come out unscathed. Fingers to be pointed. Whispers start to poison what remaining ears are left to listen.

And so Simon and Jonathan are put to death for witchcraft. At least, Jonathan is. They try to break Simon down and all they learn is that he can take a beating and not break. They know he's something else. A demon maybe. And he gave the magic of witchcraft to Jonathan who will be burned at the stake.

And here's where we have the Underworld Rise of Lycans scene. Simon is beaten and broken, chained down as he's forced to watch the pyre burn down his whole world.

When he's eventually freed he brings death upon everyone who played a part in taking Jonathan's life. He becomes the demon that they feared.

He wastes away for a while after that, not caring about anything. Not eating or sleeping, just wandering. Watching the dull gray fog of time pass him by, wishing he could die and join his beloved Jonathan in the after life.

Eventually, the supernatural world is fully revealed. It takes a while for the two worlds to work hand in hand, but one day there's hardly anyone left who remembers the time when supernatural creatures had to hide. There's just Simon and the few others like him who can't seem to die.

He lived so long in the shadows as a ghost that he still, to this day, doesn't know how Price got a hold of him. How anyone got a hold of him. But they found him. Recruited him. And when they asked for his name?

Simon Riley.

It gives him a purpose again, being part of the 141. They call him Ghost. How right they were. He was just a shell. Nothing more than a directionless shade until Price came along.

And then, one day, the world bursts back into amazing wonderful color and warmth.

Enter in one John "Soap" MacTavish.

Long story short, Soap is the reincarnation of Jonathan Riley.

And they get to fall in love with each other all over again.

Sorry this is so long. It got away from me a little bit LOL