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mothiir · 4 months ago

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little rabbit, part iiii

the emperor is going to give Gulliman his woman back any moment now. Just one more night. And one more after that.

cw: noncon, anal sex, roboute whump, size kink. Inappropriate use of a dreadnought

If anyone were to question the Emperor’s decisions, he would have been able to — without hesitating nor obsfucating — rattle off a long list of incredibly valid reasons why it was imperative that Roboute’s ‘one night’ of strategising with Valdor stretched into one, two, and then three weeks. At the end of the conversation, the hypothetical asker would be left feeling incredibly foolish that they had even considered an alternative — indeed, they would likely be on their knees, thanking their lord for permitting them such astonishing insight into His thought processes.

(Again: the Emperor is not a god, most adamantly — yet the capital letter sneaks into his pronouns all the same)

However: no one questions the Emperor’s decisions, save Malcador, and then only rarely. And so it goes that the day becomes a week, becomes three, and Gulliman remains on Terra, and the Emperor attends to a variety of very important and eldritch work, with one key difference to his normal schedule of important and eldritch work: for much of it, he has Gulliman’s sweet little woman on his lap, bouncing and gasping, her face pressed into his armoured chest, her tiny hands curled tight in his robe. Or under his desk as he discusses plans with his Warmaster; her awkward slippery tongue laving around the head of his cock, both hands slicking her spittle down his shaft to compensate for her inability to take him fully into her throat, or even all the way into her tiny little mouth. His face does not register a change of expression, even when he spends himself all over her face (and much of her chest); the only indication that something is happening is her little warble of dismay when she discovers he is stil hard, and still expecting her to continue, with her sore hands and aching jaw.

He fully intends to return her, of course. She was a tasty little distraction, but he has since tired of her — humans hold so little interest for him nowadays, unimportant flickers of time, stitches in his grand design for the salvation of Humanity as a whole — and so her only real remaining purpose was to serve as a lesson to Gulliman (do not attach yourself to mortal humans; you are not bred to be a father; you are bred to be my warrior). And she has served that.

So. He will return her. This small human girl. Whom he has no interest in anymore, and no reason for keeping. Absolutely tired of her.

On the third week, he fucks her against the side of a Dreadnought. She mewls protest, as she so often does, pointing out that the poor thing is in the process of waking up — it will once more march against Humanity’s enemies in battle — but he knows best (of course) and assures her that the occasion will only register to the war machine as a very odd dream. Yes, he acknowledges, they could retire to his chambers but he must meet with the damn Martian order soon, and he wants her now.

The next day she can barely walk — when he first took her, she would have days to recover between encounters, but with the prospect of returning her to her Primach looming over his head he finds that his appetite for her has increased.

Instead he politely listens to her mewling protests that she’s sore, that she just needs a moment, and smiles at the casual way she denies him. She’s getting used to his presence; her little tantrum doesn’t cause her body to rebel and bleed.

“You’re sore? That’s fine. There are other ways.”

He flips her onto her belly, and reaches for the oil she normally combs through his hair, and coats his fingers in it. When the tip of his index finger brushes between her cheeks she freezes all over, and he can’t help a surge of proprietary joy.

“You’ve never been taken here?”

“No — Roboute — Gulliman never — “

The thought of taking her virginity in at least one way pleases him mightily.

(Again, the hypothetical questioner may ask: I thought individual humans did not matter —)

(This time they would not receive anything resembling an answer. They would be lucky to escape skull intact).

He fingers her open slowly, though one of his fingers is equivalent to the manhood of a human, and it doesn’t take long before she starts her usual performance of leg-kicking and whimpering into the pillow. She pants that he’s too big, and his smile somehow grows even more self-satisfied and smug. The celestial cat that ate the divine canary.

“I am, aren’t I? Far too big. And you’re too small.”

He curses as he pushes in; she’s tight as a vice around him, and her whimpers turn to outright cries. For a moment, he is transported back to a simpler time: an enemy’s city burning around him, the enemy dead at his feet, the enemy’s daughter bent over the blackened wreckage of his throne. Then he returns to the present, to the warmth of her body around him as he inches his way inside; her velvet soft innards opening up so beautifully for him, drawing him in deep even as she blubbers, staining his sheets with her tears. He runs one hand down the length of her spine, angling her into an arch more to his liking, then presses in another degree. She screams.

“Gods —“

“No gods here, little rabbit,” he murmurs, kissing her neck. “Only Me.”

A little longer. He’ll keep her a little longer. It can do no real harm.

#emperor/reader #my writing

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sleepyfan-blog · 5 months ago

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First Meetings

Author’s Note: Author’s Note: This is the next part of the Raised on Terra AU! First. Previous. Next. A big thanks to @plagueparchments, @undeaddream, @kit-williams and @bleedingichorhearts for allowing me to borrow their OCs for this fic!

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @sharenadraculea @whorety-k @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Warnings: swearing, verbal threats

Summary: The newly assigned caretakers to the Primarchs meet their charges for the first time, and each other.

“So… These are the Primarchs, huh? I wasn’t expecting them to be so little.” Baphomet hummed as she leaned over one side of the bassinet holding one of her newly assigned charges. Nine peered up at her with sanguine eyes as he flared his oversized, fledgling-down wings up at her “Good morning to you too, ya little shit.” She cooed at the fussy little primarch. She grinned as she reached down and ran a finger across the infant general’s puffed-out wings.

He issued and bapped her finger with his wings, wiggling from side to side, trying to evade her touch.

“Aww, I’m sure that we’ll get along sooner or later, little buddy. Unless your liege lord or Valdor decides otherwise, you’re stuck with me until you’re big and old enough for martial training, fluffy.” Baphomet informed the tiny, tetchy Primarch. She booped his little nose and he started to gum the offending finger, occasionally letting out little hissing sounds.

“Please stop winding up Nine, we are supposed to be caring for them, not distressing them.” Adonis gently admonished, having slowly placed a single hand into Sixteen’s bassinet, allowing the naturally curious and generally friendly-natured little Primarch to get used to this new person in his life.

Sixteen slowly wriggled towards Adonis’ offered hand, tiny fingers gently wrapping around the Aquilan Shield’s thumb and squeezing a little. “Bah?” The infant general babbled, staring up at him with curious eyes.

Apollo frowned as he looked over at one of the vents that kept the atmosphere in this room at the optimal conditions. There were odd whistling and clicking sounds growing louder from the vent closest to Eight, picking up the sleeping infant general with one hand, tucking him into his chest, a low warning rumbling from the Dread Spear as he moved into a defensive position “Who or whatever is in the vent, state your business as to why you are there and either continue to do it silently or leave. This room is strictly off limits to everyone who does not have the personal seal of the Emperor’s Approval to be here. Your execution will be slow and graphic.”

“Careful of your language.” Almach murmured, the powerful Blank narrowing his eyes at the Dread Spear Custodian, having already picked up Primarch Eleven and rocked the younger being into a peaceful slumber, with Eleven’s head pressed against his chest, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat.

“I have not sworn once, and mind how you speak to me. We may be part of the same team, but I far outrank you.” Apollo huffed, glowering down at the dark haired Blank for a moment before focusing on the potential threat to the end-results of one of the projects that His Majesty had been working on the most intensely for ten centuries.

There was a series of binaric chirps and clicks, which was quickly translated into [Greetings! This one is called VM-3507 or Tiny for short. I have been assigned to this project by the Captain General Himself, to care for Primarchs Four, Seven, Ten and Eighteen. I heard a slight miscalibration in the aeration filtration system and went to investigate and fix it. The minor malfunction has been repaired.]

The martian tech priest scuttled out of the vents, unfolding into a larger form, shaking off imaginary dust from their long robes and clicking their way over to where Eighteen was currently laying on his back and patted the infant lightly on the head.

Eighteen wiggled a little before smiling and laughing in response to the touch.

Apollo’s eyes narrowed a little, before he huffed and held Eight a little closer to his chest, looking down as he felt a dampness on his shirt start to grow. The little Primarch had latched onto his shirt with his tiny, clawed hands and was sucking onto a small wrinkle of fabric. The Dread Spear rolled his eyes and grumbled “Hungry again, I see. Well then, let’s get you some warmed formula.” And stalked over to where the formula was stored, pouring a measure of it into a bottle, double-checking that it was the correct temperature before pressing the artificial nipple on the bottle to Eight’s lips.

“You all… Are very noisy.” Zedkiel murmured, holding Nineteen close to his chest, the terran-born Astartes staring down at his tiny Primarch with a mixture of awe and soul-deep protectiveness. He was keenly aware of the fact that if there was so much as a whisper spread amongst his brothers to be able to have a hand in raising and training their primarch when he was so young and vulnerable, there was no one they wouldn’t kill, maim or slaughter for the privilege. He still couldn’t quite believe he’d been given such a weighty and wonderful responsibility by the Captain General of the Custodes. He’d thought that the rearing of the Primarchs would be a duty done solely by the Custodes… Though given that half of the caretakers were Custodes, perhaps they’d been brought in to broaden the little Primarchs’ initial exposure to different kinds of peoples.

Almach rolled his eyes, still rocking a sleeping Eleven slowly back and forth “Not all of us are noisy.”

One woke up when the adult Blank walked by his crib, rolled so that he was on his belly and began hissing at Almach, his bright green eyes almost glowing in the light.

His hissing woke up Six, who snuffled in his crib before starting to whimper and whuffle in distress at all the new scents around him, burying himself further into his nest of blankets.

The emotional distress from two of his brothers immediately woke up twelve from his doze, who promptly began wailing at the top of all three of his lungs.

Apollo sighed as Eight finished eating. He patted the little Primarch on his back, just in case he swallowed down any air for several seconds before setting him down and going over to pick up Six as gently as he’d been sternly informed that infants needed to be handled. He roughly began rocking the fussing Primarch with an irritated “Hey. Shh. Calm. Calm down you little sh-... Infant. No need for tears and crying. We are here to protect and care for you. Stop. Crying!”

Hopefully the Primarchs would be able to better take direction, once they were out of infancy. Because Six wasn’t at all listening to Apollo as his whuffles turned into full-blown howls of distress as he was picked up, desperately clawing at Apollo’s chest, trying to wiggle his way to freedom.

“You don’t want to be dropped. My new training tells me that dropping you from this height would injure you quite a bit… And though you were designed for faster than normal heal-... You know what? Maybe dropping you is a good idea. Our Creator wove fail-safes within your DNA to ensure that you would grow faster in response to perceived dang-”

There were several sharp clicks and whistles as the Martian Tech Priest all but teleported over to Apollo and dared to swipe Six from his grasp in one fluid movement as one of it’s other hands grabbed Six’s favored stuffed animal, a dark grey and white canid, wiggling it just out of Six’s reach.

Six sniffled and shuffled a little, before trying to reach out and grab the toy.

The martian priest held it just out of Six’s reach for several more seconds before allowing the infant primarch to hold and cuddle the toy. VM-3507 gently placed both the little primarch and the toy down and stared up at Apollo and clicked out [Omnisiah commands we care for and raise infants. Deliberate harm at this stage causes emotional delays and harm that are life-long. Your breach of duty has been reported to the captain-general.]

“Wh… What the fuck, ‘Polly?” Baphomet spluttered, glaring at Apollo far too judgmentally for the Dread Spear’s taste. “We’re supposed to care for the little buggers, not threaten to half-kill ‘em. Even with how carpeted this floor is, a drop for your giant-ass height would break at least one of their teeny tiny bones and take weeks to heal. Do you wanna explain how one of his generals got hurt on your first day in charge of caring for him?”

“You… You do remember his majesty’s temper and mood when it comes to potential delays in the progress of the Primarch Project, yes?” Adonis added in, voice mild and quiet.

“I wasn’t.. I wasn’t actually going to drop Six! It was… My mouth got ahead of me in a moment of frustration is all.” Apollo huffed, turning to check on one of his charges. He startles, having not realized that the only Blank on the Caretaker team had set down Eleven and made his way over to where he had been standing, glowering darkly up at him. “... Why are you so close to me?”

“Proving a point. You Custodes are deadly warriors, yes. But you are not the only ones who are deadly and quick when need be.” Almach growled, glaring threateningly up at the oversized golden bastard “My expertise in battle lies in Guerrilla warfare. I have slaughtered hundreds of men and witches in the name of the Emperor, and by all that I hold dear… If you prove to be a threat to any of these blessed infants I will strike you down myself and no one will ever be able to find your body. Do you understand. Sir?”

Apollo leaned away from the fuming Blank, arching a brow at him. “While I am certain you are a deadly warrior with few peers… First, I have no intent on harming any of the Primarchs unless expressly ordered to do so in order to encourage their growth… And two, I somehow doubt that you would be able to overcome me in one on one combat. Even with your particular… Traits as a Blank.”

During the arguing, Zedkiel had quietly placed his infant primarch in one of the many available baby slings after securing it to his chest. He then grabbed two more, grateful that his astartes-sized chest allowed him to carry multiple infants safely as he picked up Twenty-A and Twenty-O, making sure to place the twins in the slings next to each other, to help keep them quiet. He then stealthed over to where Thirteen was quietly watching and listening, blue eyes wide.

Thirteen made a small burbling sound as the Raven Guard picked him up, befores settling down quietly, turning to look at Nineteen, who he was placed in a sling next to. Thirteen slowly reached out and poked one of Nineteen’s cheeks.

Nineteen tilted his head a little and poked Thirteen back in the chest with a tiny giggle.

Zedkiel had no desire to deal with squabbling Custodes, and neither should his charges. As long as he didn’t leave the wing of the Imperial Palace where the Primarchs were located, he could go wherever he liked with them.

#warhammer 30k #my writing #raven guard oc #dread spear oc #aquilan shield oc #adeptus astartes oc #adeptus custodes oc #oc: adonis #oc: apollo #oc: baphomet #oc: vm-3507 “Tiny”#adeptus mechanicus oc #blank oc #oc: almach #oc: zedkiel

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wrotelovelytears · 2 years ago

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Down by the bay...

Where the astrological post growwww

𓆉 Scorpios are pretty non confrontational. It's not that they can't fight they rather just not fight, however if someone does start something with them they will be the one to finish.

𓆉 Honestly all Fixed signs are like that, rather just not fight and if need be, end it.

𓆉 Cardinal signs rather mitigate fights than be involved, probably won't finish or start but definitely come up with solutions to the current conflict

𓆉 That theory about attracting what you need is true.

𓃥 To expand on it, the sign attracted helps you in the house it falls in your natal chart)

With Geminis I learned to communicate my needs in romantic relationships and my home better (Gemini 4th/5th)

𓃥 With Sags I learned to be more spontaneous with work and friendships/ also took classes in regards to the things that interest me (Sag 10th/11th)

𓃥 With Scorpios I learned to explore my psyche more and take control of the image of me seen by others (Scorpio 9th/10th) etc etc

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𓆉 People will always be biased toward their own sign/modality/Dom planet. That's just something that needs to be acknowledged in Astro spheres. No one is truly unbiased, that's literal bs. Venusians gonna defend themselves because that's what they are. Cardinal doms gonna talk about their benefits because that's what they know. Leo's aren't going to downplay themselves because... Well they don't wanna talk down on themselves.

𓆉 On that last point they also more willing to defend the sign/modality/planet more like their own. Again very human and very real. Air and Fire signs defend each other the same way Water and Earth do. Martians and Plutonians defend each other like Jupiterians and Neptunians. Fixed would defend Cardinal before Mutable and Mutable the same.

𓆉 The sign that holds you chart ruler might be the one you get along with/defend the most

𓃥 For me it's Cap- I defend and frankly adore them

𓆉 People can see certain behaviors linked to the sign in you as well.

𓃥 I care a lot about rules and regulations despite being pretty flowy about life.

𓆉 You might find the house it's naturally correlated with, very important to life.

𓃥 10th house themes are very important in my life. It is one of my focal points and brings a lot of change when I develop the sign/planets/themes there.

𓆉 Idk why but Aquarius seems linked to Nuerodivergence. Not in a quirky "I'm different way" but like a mentally on a different plane of existence.

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𓆉 Venus-Mars positive aspects tend to have more balanced masculine and feminine energies. They don't tend to prefer one over the other, and have the ability to easily switch to one if it's needed.

𓆉 I said this like forever ago but I'm sure now that your shadow side is representative of the opposite of your Sun sign.

𓃥 Example Scorpio Sun shadow is Taurus Sun behavior

𓆉 If you also engage in tarot your Dominant planet and element can be linked to a Major Arcana that typically represents you.

𓃥 I almost always get The Empress (Venus) and The High Priestess (Water Dom). Yes that means I also see Death (Scorpio Venus) a lot when using cards.

𓆉 On that last note you can also see houses you have stelliums in a lot in tarot as well.

𓃥 10th house sees The Devil a lot.

𓃥 1st house sees The Emperor

𓆉 Your 6th house is the indicator of the places/ career you actually end up in regardless of your North Node or 10th house.

𓃥 My dad is a 6th house Pisces and works in a hospital.

𓃥 I'm a 6th house Leo and work with children

𓆉 Older Capricorns tend to be more tech savvy than older Aquarians. Capricorns keep up with trends

𓆉 Older Aquarians the ones you hear those wild YouTube/Facebook conspiracies from

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𓆉 Since Scorpio is a water sign, it's subjected to the same amount of projection as Pisces. (That goes for Cancer as well). A lot of Scorpio's projection revolve around power and sexuality. People constantly say Scorpios are power hungry and sexual beings when in reality we prefer to not be placed in positions of power and have more asexual tendencies.

𓆉 With Pisces it's people projecting innocence and victim hood on to them. It's them not being seen as adults (when grown), capable (when able) and strong. This leads to a double edged sword where Pisces arent allowed to make their own choices and at some point don't want to due to constant belittling of the ones they make.

𓆉 With Cancer yes people tend to put the complexes they have with their caregivers/family on them. Due to constantly being given the role of care giver, these people face the same double edged sword Pisces does. They wish to care for others (and do so) but it's almost never on their own accord (placed upon them). In turn they don't receive the care they need (turns to resentment) and express their frustrations.

𓆉 With all that being said the houses you can find the water signs in your chart are where you face those projections.

𓃥 6th house Cancer would find these projections in their daily life, work place and health care settings

𓃥 10th house Scorpio would find the general public, older adults, and their bosses placing these projections on them

𓃥 4th house Pisces would find their family/close friends, home and home land (people from there as well) placing the projections on them

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𓆉 Having harsh Mars aspects to your Aphrodite (1388) may result in people belittling your femininity, if you present/align with it, or straight up misgendering you on purpose.

𓆉 Having harsh Venus aspects to your Aphrodite may cause you to have a skewed vision of femininity rather it be your own or others. May also find it hard to be comfortable with femininity until energy is worked with.

𓆉 Anytime something has a lot of aspects (harsh and easy) look to the opposite house that holds it for keys to work with the placement.

𓃥 2nd house Pluto in Scorpio- You would look to 8th house Taurus. The themes of money, pleasure, sharing, esotericism (not just spiritual but physical as well) would be beneficial

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#astro tumblr #astroblr #astrology #astro notes #astrology observations #astro observations #astrology tumblr #nymph writes astrology #asteroid astrology #aphrodite #cardinal signs #mutable signs #fixed signs #tarot #tarot and astrology #astrology aspects

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thegreatemperorofmars · 14 days ago

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Fuck Your planet

-Uranus

GET OUT OF HERE YOU FUCK ASS URAINIAN FUCKERS GET OFF MY FUCKING BLOG YOU BUTTHOLE SHAPED METAL LOOKING LOSERS

#martian #martian posting #martianposting #mars #mars posting #marsposting #the great emperor of mars #I HATE URAINIANS

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cacodaemonia · 3 months ago

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Sci-fi, sci-fi/horror, or sci-fi/fantasy book recs?

I figured I'd ask here because a lot of book summaries don't intrigue me, so I'm probably missing out on some good stuff.

Anyway, I'd love some recs for sci-fi and the sub-genres I listed above if anyone has them. I've read very little horror/sci-fi, but I feel like SF settings would be perfect for cosmic horror, which I really enjoy.

For reference, here are some favorites of mine (in no particular order, and many are not SF, but they might give folks an idea of the themes/settings/characters/etc. that I like?):

Project Hail Mary and The Martian by Andy Weir

The Radiant Emperor duology by Shelley Parker-Chan

The Children of Time novels by Adrian Tchaikovsky

The Inheritance trilogy by N. K. Jemisin

Hunger Makes the Wolf and Blood Binds the Pack by Alex Wells

Dune by Frank Herbert

The Water Knife by Paolo Bacigalupi

The Stolen Child by Keith Donahue

Xenogenesis trilogy by Octavia Butler

Watership Down by Richard Adams

Ocean's Echo by Everina Maxwell

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck

Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

ASoIaF by GRR Martin

LotR and the Silmarillion OF COURSE

Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe

The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle

not a book, but I've devoured the Malevolent podcast recently

Books with queer themes and those written by marginalized folks are preferred but not a requirement. If you have any recs - thanks in advance!

#book recs

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yandere-toons · 2 years ago

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Someone: *says something rude about the reader*

Yandere: You talk a lot of shit for someone who's house is so flamable.

Characters that have this vibe:

Patrick Hockstetter

Kai (Ninjago)

Tom Lucitor

Bridgit Pike | Firefly

Iblis (Blue Exorcist)

Smaug

Matthew Patel

Deadpool | Wade Wilson

Godzilla

Hades (Hercules 1997)

Snotlout Jorgenson + His Monstrous Nightmare Hookfang

Ruffnut & Tuffnut Thorston

Zuko

Jesse Gemstone

Lili Zanotto

Red Son (Monkie Kid)

Eric Cartman

Mr Piranha

Vaas Montenegro

Coriolanus Snow

Lord Garmadon

Roger the Alien

Stewie Griffin

Negaduck | Jim Starling

Bender Bending Rodríguez

Rocket Raccoon

Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel)

Blitzo

Rin Okumura

Five Hargreeves

The Joker

Shelby Brothers

Rob (The Amazing World of Gumball)

Lili Zanotto

Judge Claude Frollo

Mushu

Daemon Targaryen

Joffrey "for someone whose head is so cuttable" Baratheon

Sheldon J. Plankton

Bowser

Emperor Zurg

Emperor Nefarious

Handsome Jack

Trevor Philips

Gremlins

Bakugou Katsuki (early on)

Dabi

Duncan (Total Drama)

Heather (Total Drama)

Honourable Mentions:

Gru + Minions, Vector (Despicable Me), Megamind (when he was villainous), Doctor Nefarious, Gyro Gearloose and Technical Boy would consider arson too lowbrow. In their tech-savvy minds, shrink rays, piranha guns, dehydration guns, atomisation, robot and clone armies and breaking every bone in the person's body all send the correct message.

"Why settle for a house?" wonders most iterations of the Doctor (Doctor Who). "Why not drop them on some desolate planet or in some hostile universe where they die over and over again?" Bill Cipher seconds this notion.

Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians) would freeze the doors and ice the floors and windows, effectively creating a giant icebox as fires cannot stay burning in his presence.

Dark Helmet, Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux and Darth Vader would vaporise the person's house (and planet to boot) from space. If the person was off-world at the time, those who are Force or Schwartz users will proceed to Force-choke or laser the person even after they have lost everything.

Scar (The Lion King) would arrange an accident that is tragically and unavoidably fatal while Shenzi, Banzai and Ed would maul the person in full view of a crowd.

Gaz Membrane is constantly rude to anyone who dares to be her obsession, but if anyone else tries the same rudeness, they will pay. Zim and the two main Tallest also have shades of this.

Albert Wesker (Resident Evil 5 era): Look, another test subject for Uroboros has presented itself.

Urdnot Wrex, Grunt (Mass Effect 2) and Wolverine are not the burn-your-house-down types. It would be too easy for the person to learn nothing from the experience, such as how much they should be afraid of running their mouth to the wrong stranger in the future. These three will knock the person out before they even finish the sentence.

Yzma has exactly the right potion for this human flea, except that she adds an extra four or so steps to the plan.

Lord Hater invades the scoundrel's home planet with the support of Commander Peepers and his army of Watchdogs, or he may blast the world to smithereens with a laser.

Lord Dominator delights in crushing this pest's home world with her drill and making them watch every life on it come to an end.

Marvin the Martian said it best: "Be polite, or I'll vaporise you."

#Yandere #Yandere x You #Yandere x Reader #Yandere Imagines #Yandere Headcanons #Yandere Various #Yandere Quotes #Imagines #Gender Neutral Reader #Reader Insert #Fanfiction #Yandere Alien #Alien x Reader #Monster x Reader #Yandere Monster #I Named So Many Characters in This That I've Never Mentioned Before

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