#my dog has the purest heart

[miniaturedeerpeace]

Healthy and Happy The Dog Care Ebook for Beginners

[moonstrider9904]

Wow, I was so focused on my broken heart and Crosshair's shaking hands that I totally forgot to acknowledge the canonity (canonism? idk) of SPACE CHICCY NUGGIES

OMEGA LITERALLY HAS SPACE CHICKEN NUGGETS IN HER LUNCHBOX AND FEEDS THEM TO HER DOG LIKE IS SHE THE PUREST SOUL OR WHAT?!

[speadrunner]

Who is (actually) the hottest Monsters & Girls character?

Link to poll: https://www.tumblr.com/idolomantises/745892368364060672

CW: This will be a long post;

(Note: this is completely for comical purposes, please don’t take this too seriously. I have all the respect in the world for @idolomantises and their work)

1. Sera

👍: Perhaps the titular character of the series, Sera is beautiful angel (literally) and is arguably the kindest character in the whole series

👎: I challenge you to draw this woman without screaming at yourself/into a pillow

2. Lili

👍: Endearing, welcoming, understanding, and can be very fun. Pretty much wears her heart on her sleeve with how open she is.

👎: Literally THE sexy character. It’s obvious why you picked her as the hottest, now go get better tastes.

3. Cheri

👍: She’s sooo soft omg. She’s so sweet you’ll have a sweet tooth just for her even if you don’t like sweets

👎: I will not talk ill of this lady because I literally cannot, but for all intents and purposes this is a contest to see who is the hottest, not the most wholesome. Sorry 🫡

4. Junior

👍: Blunt and cute, plus a goat. Cute goats are always an A+ character design. Where would we be without them tbh?

👎: Bluntness can lead to rudeness and or discomfort. Nothing super bad about Junior just prob not the best choice for this. Just sayin

5. Scylla

👍: Lord have mercy I understand where people are coming from. Hooo doggy what a woman.

👎: I can’t remember the exact post but I recall it being said that she bites your head off or something if you get too close or look at her weird. That’s no good

6. Ciel

👍: Easily one of my favorite designs. He’s definitely the prettiest boy of the entire cast

👎: One of those cases where he’s too good for you, ya know what I mean? He’s way out of your league I don’t make the rules

7. Catty

👍: Nya~ Very fashionable going off of recent appearances. Design hasn’t changed too much in comparison to others, meaning that

👎: I like dogs more, plus she’s not open with her thoughts and feelings, leading to awkward moments when she lets it all out

8: Luvart

👍: Big, beefy, strong, fire. Need I say more? She treats sex workers with respect for their profession and would be a completely package when you don’t consider…..

👎: …She has no qualms murking you just because and her greatest offense is being the arch rival of the best character a special someone

9: Adam

👍: Dude can become a dog for you to pet and is quite honest in most cases. Plus those scars look neat wouldn’t you say?

👎: Unless you are a - former angel now fallen, a TV show host, have a broken halo, while simultaneously sharing a name with a pizza company and a game tile, then you ain’t getting nothing.

10: Domino

👍: I can see why so many are stricken by this fella, he’s quite cute, quirky, and has an adorable way of being blunt

👎: (Domi- No hoes) He’s just not good enough. He seems so ideal at face value but he berates angels to the moon and back and for what? His fault for his own downfall.

With all that said, clearly the hottest character of Monsters and Girls - for appearance AND character - is obviously….

POWERS

LITERALLY PERFECTION IN ITS PUREST FORM! CHISELED LIKE A GREEK GOD(DESS), ROSE TO BE AN ANGEL - REJECTING HER DEMONIC ORIGINS, FOLKS IT JUST DOESNT. GET. BETTER!

A Vote For Powers Is A Vote For Truth, Love, And Happiness!! Vote For Powers in the Home Stretch Now!

[shadowhearts-ponytail]

christmas with abby anderson!

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a/n: I love winter so so much! and I love abby, so here you go!

warnings: this is just fluffy Christmas activities. there is a bit of a suggestive joke. but nothing too bad. let me know if I missed anything!

words: 1,066

abby is a Christmas girly. for sure. she loves Christmas. it is the most wonderful time of the year for her. by far. her favorite holiday. she goes all out.

abby has one of those mistletoe hats. the ones that hang mistletoe over you and another person. she wears it all the time as an excuse to pull you into a kiss. her hands on your hips as she leans down to plant a long kiss on your lips.

she has mistletoe all over your shared apartment. for extra kisses. in every single doorway. she keeps some mistletoe in her pockets to pull it out when you both are out so she can hold it over your head and pout for a kiss.

making Christmas cookies. she's a sugar cookie girl. simple. easy to make. plus, she likes decorating them with frosting after but will complain that the frosting "makes them overly sweet" when she's the one that drenched it in red and green icing and snowflake sprinkles.

she always makes cookies to give to her dad. she always makes him a big tin full of different kinds. chocolate chip, sugar cookies, oatmeal cookies, snickerdoodles, gingerbread men.

she's actually quite a skilled baker. old family recipes she knows by heart. muscle memory usually kicks in when she kneads the dough. she hums when she bakes. while she waits for the oven, she'll do a little dance if she thinks you aren't looking.

she makes fresh bread and cakes and so many sweets around the holidays. she's not one to eat sweets, but she loves making them for friends or family.

she makes enough to feed a damn army of 5,000 gren men and then sends them with you to work for your coworkers or to your family.

"no, baby. you know I hate cookies and cake. just give it to your family. or I'm sure your boss would love 200 cookies, right?"

"sure, abs. sure. whatever you say." you playfully roll your eyes at your girlfriend as she has once again gone overboard with the Christmas cookies, just like last year and the year before that. it's tradition at this point.

getting custom Christmas stockings with your names on them. the stockings mean a lot to her. getting to fill your stocking with little gifts, candies, and love notes would bring the purest smile to her face. and seeing her stocking next to yours. she loves seeing it. she's always wanted that. wanted someone to make her a stocking with her name on it.

she would get alice one and put it next to both of yours. full it with dog treats and chew toys. she says it makes you three a family.

abby buys alice a new collar every year and gets those doggy Christmas sweaters. she gets alice bones to chew on and toys and clothes to wear. that dog is spoiled rotten.

abby would want to take "family photos" with you and alice. she has alice wear one of the shirts in the photos.

she like hires a photographer, and everything. you go out to some field or somewhere nice to take professional pictures. she hangs them in your apartment and makes a Christmas card with them to send to both her family and yours from "The Anderson Family."

"I hope it's okay I used my last name. I'm sure you'll end up taking it anyway."

when she says this, you about choke on your water. "i-" cough, cough, "Yeah, that's fine, baby. I'm sure you're right." you tease with a little wink.

abby gets you small gifts every day of December up until Christmas. a small bouquet of flowers, a little handwritten note, candies. simple things. she sees it as an extra excuse to spoil you. not that she ever needs one. but she's just a sappy romantic like that.

she always wants to come home to you as soon as she gets off work to cuddle up and watch some Christmas movies, and warm up the apartment by cooking you dinner or baking.

abby probably isn't one of those people who's crazy particular about the ornaments on the tree. like they don't have to be all the same colors and shit. she would like handmade ones more. ones that were passed down in the family. sentimental ones.

she always puts the same star on the tree every year. one her dad got her as a gift. it'd very important to her. she packs it in a metal box wrapped in bubble wrap and blankets to keep it safe.

but she refuses to get on the ladder and out it on the tree. she's too scared of heights. she won't get further than the first step on the ladder.

"abby, cmon. just put the star on the tree. I'll get the ladder."

"No! I can't. what if I fall and break my neck?" she asks with puppy eyes and a big pout.

"abs are you serious? the chances of that are, like, zero!" you argue back to the muscled woman before you, "besides you're taller than me."

instead of arguing back, she picks you up in her massive arms and hoists you to sit on her shoulder.

"abby!"

"there. now you're taller. now you have to do it"

she wears boxers with Christmas prints on them. snowmen, reindeer, santa, snowflakes.

you guys are bickering about something meaningless, and to lighten the mood, she just unbutton her pants and push them down to her knees to reveal boxers with a mistletoe print on them then yell, "kiss it then!"

you can't help but burst into laughter and clutch your stomach as you double over in a fit of laughter.

abby looks at you with a cheeky grin, "still mad at me, baby?"

abby is a fanatic about Christmas lights. she likes going to the park closer to Christmas to see all the lights at night. she'd be so excited. begging to go every night until they take them down.

she brings you to the annual anderson family dinner. the first time she brought you, she was so excited, but you were so nervous.

she was practically bouncing with joy when her dad brought you into a tight hug the moment he met you. he immediately started to talk your ear off. making you feel welcome.

you are definitely invited to next year's dinner.

a/n: feedback is always welcome!

[calisources]

CHILDREN   OF   THE   NIGHT.   a   collection   of   quotes   and   scenarios   about   vampires.   change   pronouns/names   as   you   see   fit.   These   were   all   taken   from   different   sources   of   fiction,   both   in   literature   and   audiovisual   media.   all   known   triggers   for   vampire   media   apply   (blood,   death,   murder,   gothic   horror, obsessive love   and   more).

SENTENCES AND QUOTES. change pronouns and names, locations as you see fit.

"I took mythology a lot more seriously since I’d become a vampire."

“None of us really changes over time; we only become more fully what we are.”

"A vampire, like a lady, never reveals his true age."

"How do we seem to you? Do you find us beautiful and magical?”

"The strength of the vampire is that people will not believe in him."

"Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!"

"The blood is the life!"

"Loving the monsters always ends badly for the humans. It's a rule."

“When people see good, they expect good. I don't want to have to live up to anyone's expectations.”

“Love is a vampire’s greatest weakness. And we are not weak.”

“You know that old saying. Once you go dead, no one's better in bed.”

“For a hundred years I offered ugly death to everyone I met, and I did it with a song in my heart.”

"I'm not human. And I miss it. I miss it more than anything in the world. That is my secret."

“I'm in love with a woman I can never have. The point is I'm in love with her and it's driving me crazy. I'm not in control.”

"Your life is pathetic. Your after-life doesn't have to be."

"Life sucks either way, Jeremy. At least if you're a vampire, you don't have to feel bad about it if you don't want to."

"You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure and even a little danger."

"Sometimes the world turns good people into bad people."

"People have been after me for a thousand years, but I'm always one step ahead."

"Mother made us vampires. She didn't make us monsters. We did that to ourselves."

"Perhaps one day, in a year or even in a century. You'll turn up at my door and let me show you what the world has to offer."

"Do you have any idea how rare love is? In a thousand years, I have found it but twice, and when I have, I have honored it."

"You're a vampire, sweetheart. I don't think you'll ever be okay again."

“When you feel the blood rush in, you tell yourself that you’re gonna get through it; that you’re strong enough.”

“You’d be surprised how easy it is to forget the past, Elena.”

“I wanna rip into your skin. And I wanna feed on your blood. Under your skin.”

“I just want one taste. That''s all I need. I just want one taste.”

“There’s the briefest of moments before we kill, where we literally hold their life in our hands and then rip it away, and we’re left with nothing.”

“Do you know the secret to immortality?”

“The vampire bond. There is no human equivalent.”

“He was my mentor, my murderer, my maker.”

“When was the last time you drank blood?”

“Left you with a bit of a craving, didn’t it? One day that craving is gonna grow.”

“That's cause you took my life! I got nothing. I lost everything. I lost my brother. I lost my family. About to lose the last fucking thing I care about.”

“And then I watched you pull over and drain a dog. And run down an alleyway for two more rats. This is not a life!”

“Hunting is an art. You have the power to subdue anyone you want, but sometimes restraint is your most powerful weapon.”

“What does this taste like to you?”

“There is one thing about being a vampire that I must fear above all else, and that is loneliness. You can't imagine the emptiness. The void.”

“Vampires are killers. Apex predators whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment. The ability to see a human life in its entirety.”

“Don’t underestimate the allure of the darkness. Even the purest hearts are drawn to it.”

“End of the day, human life is just a means to an end. Our means to our end.”

“A mutual law of nature is the strong always take from the weak.”

“It’s better to have a flawed life lived than wasted rotting away in clay.”

“Hatred, a pure and perfect hatred that’s greater now than the day I first took your life.”

“A thousand years of history isn’t going to write itself.”

“I can’t be killed.”

“I’m the monster lesser monsters fear.”

"I have crossed oceans of time to find you."

"You don't know what you are asking of me. To drink from you."

"You need blood, take it."

"To walk with me you must die to your breathing life, and be reborn to mine."

"I love you, Stefan. We will be together again. I promise."

"You loved me once, you will love me again."

"I made him. Did you know that?"

"I never compelled your love. It was real, and so was mine."

"What did you think was gonna happen? She would look at you, see your real face and give you a kiss?"

"I could swap this life of shame. Swap it out for a dark gift. You just have to ask me for it."

"Vampyrism is, by definition, an afterlife."

"I'm not the one who was sleeping with one vampire while half in love with another. Your morality is a moving target. Mine is not."

"A man damaged by his demons and those demons are not dormant, they are hell-bent on killing me and everything I find beautiful. And you, you are beautiful."

"You are stronger now. Meaner. Sexier."

"They are like vampire royalty. The oldest among us."

"He is the original hybrid. Half vampire, half werewolf."

"We both know I could snap your neck and do my nails at the same time."

 “Viktor. The oldest and strongest of us. That night, he made me a Vampire. "

"Stop fighting who you are."

"I'll tell you what I know about death, Camille. Death dances silently in everyone's shadow, and she doesn't give a damn."

"Turns out, I have complicated feelings for a monster."

ACTIONS AND SCENARIOS. Add a +reverse for the inverse action. Change names as you see fit.

[YOU ARE NOT HUMAN]: sender figured out receiver is a vampire and confronts them.

[FEEDING HOUR]: receiver finds sender feeding on someone's blood.

[WHEN IS A MONSTER NOT A MONSTER]: sender touches receiver's vampire face, showing they are not afraid.

[YOU NEED TO]: sender offers their blood to receiver.

[ECHOES OF THE PAST]: receiver is a doppelganger/looks like a person the sender knew in the past.

[DEATH AND THE MAIDEN]: receiver and sender can't be together as one is immortal and the other is a vampire.

[MY MAKER, MY LOVER]: sender is receiver's sire and they reunite after centuries after.

[BOND]: receiver is senders fledgling and sender can feel them.

[ELIXIR]: receiver is hurt and sender, a vampire, feeds them their blood.

[SHARING]: sender tempts receiver to share a meal of blood.

[HUNTING THE HUNTER]: sender is a vampire hunter, and they found receiver.

[THE INVITATION]: receiver receives an INVITATION to stay at sender's gothic/ancient manor.

[DRACULA'S BRIDE]: sender wants receiver to be one of their wives/lovers.

[BLOOD FAMILIAR]: sender is a vampire familiar, a human bloodbag under receiver protection. receiver finds out another vampire had bitten them.

[CRAVING]: sender tasted receiver once and craved them again.

[INVITED]: after bring invited inside, sender shows up at receiver's home.

[LICK]: sender licks receiver's blood remains from their mouth.

[LAST RESORT]: receiver has to turn sender into vampire because they are dying. sender wakes up in transition.

[ANCHOR]: sender calms receiver down after receiver went on a bloodlust spree. sender reminds them their humanity.

[RIVAL COVENS]: sender and receiver are from rival vampire covens and they talk in neutral ground.

[HUMANITY]: sender is human and because of them, receiver is starting to feel humanity again.

[I'LL BE YOUR GUIDE]: receiver is guiding sender through the early stages of vampirism.

[RIVAL SPECIES]: sender is a werewolf/witch and receiver is a vampire. they fall in love/ally with each other.

[DHAMPIR]: sender is a half human, half vampire who just had their first taste of human blood. receiver finds them.

[REFLECTION]: sender looks in the mirror and finds out that receiver has no reflection.

[maelstrom-of-emotions]

I LOVE Y'ALL

sometimes, i love people so much it feels impossible. unbearable. like if i loved them anymore, heart would just tear apart, would implode. the love is all encompassing. and the thing is, i wouldn't mind. dying does not mean much, i do not fear death, not if it is because of them. if i die loving them - loving you all - i would say that it is the best way to die. if i die loving you guys, my life has been content. to die loving you would be the best way to go. because in the end, loving you all was enough—it made my life worth living.

i would not mind death. i do not fear it. but then the latter is also true. i fear life. i have grown distasteful of it. how it reduces me to nothing but ash and spite and cobwebs or better times. how the difference between me and a dying person seems smaller by the minute. and sometimes, i love people so much i'll live for them. i'll brush my teeth and spite out toothpaste and not blood. and i'll put moisturizer on my face and leave my chapped lips unbitten. and i'll tug a sweater on myself and i'll compliment someone on their hat even if it isn't the weather for hats. and i'll pet someone's dog even though i'm afraid of dogs. and i'll water the plants and sing off-tune songs and i'll respond to texts even if it takes me a while. and i'll put stickers on the wall and realize their crooked but keep them there anyways because a crooked sticker is better than a half-ripped one and i'll tell my friends i love them everyday because i am not dead yet even if some days i feel like it, even if some days i wish i was.

i love these idiots, these people so much i would live for them. let the oxygen fill my lungs for them. let my veins and arteries carry blood for them. let my body move for them. i will become human for them, even if it destroys me. because loving them is the purest, easiest perhaps only thing that i have ever done.

Tagging all my mutuals because I don't say this nearly as much as I should. Yes, I'm cheesy and emotional, what of it? @undercover-stories, @chipmunkweirdo, @padfootastic, @whatisgrass, @demigodseameg16, @silverbriseis, @dreams-in-words, @mystifiedmess, @xiaokuer-schmetterling, @yuricedes, @afeatherinthewind

[shinne55]

**Silent Confession**

Victor Grantz x Reader

Summary: Victor receives an anonymous letter on Valentine's Day.

Words in a conversation come and go: lies that hurt and secrets between paragraphs. Speaking in person is too complex. That’s why Victor took this job—nothing can escape in a letter. There are no hidden meanings; everything can be said from the depth of the heart. So, as a postman, he has the faithful task of delivering each letter to its destination.

It’s an honest and satisfying job. Happy, sad, bitter, or innocent faces hide behind every writer and their recipient. For the young man who didn’t speak, a letter is the purest and most sincere thing, more than an entire face-to-face conversation.

During the holidays, when the letters fill the mailbox, the busier he gets and the less time he has. Christmas, New Year, and birthdays follow, but above all, Valentine’s Day. A complicated date for a small postman, but highly appreciated by those who wish to find love. Knowing that within each envelope there is a destiny in motion made his young heart flutter.

Even though Victor had worked in his community for several months, he didn’t know the people by their names but by their letters.

The mother who writes with beautiful handwriting, pressing the pencil firmly as she writes to her husband and children away from the city.

The little ones who presumably write to Santa with scribbles and drawings.

And the lovers with their colored papers and perfumes.

On Valentine’s Day, the latter group increases noticeably.

During one of those nights, when he arrived home with his companion, Wick, a small dog that follows him everywhere, changed out of his uniform, and got ready to sleep, right after hanging his jacket and emptying his bag, a letter fell to the floor. Immediately, his eyes widened, and he looked inside his bag. It was the only letter that had slipped in the entire day, stuck with a cheap seal on the wall. A small square letter in a vermilion envelope with no name or address.

His eyebrows furrowed, and, determined to violate the author’s privacy, he opened the letter.

**To the postman

Thank you for your hard work**

No sender, no signature. An anonymous letter.

Was that it? A letter for him?

A thank you that would seem crude and silly to anyone else, but to the young mailman, a true feeling of recognition struck his chest, and immediately his cheeks turned peachy with happiness.

That night, he lay on his bed, thinking about the author. Whether it was a joke or not, he didn’t care. It moved him enough to appreciate the message. He slept with the letter open on his nightstand, and in the following days, when he returned home tired from work, he would look at that letter on his desk, under the bedside light. And his chest swelled with confidence.

The next of many letters came two weeks later. Same paper, same handwriting, and no sender.

**Dear postman

I don’t know if my letter really reached you. But I truly hope it did. Thank you for your service, without you, the community would have no real connection.**

The boy could feel the interaction as a small comfort or recognition, making him feel that his effort and dedication didn’t go unnoticed. If only he had their name, he would write them a thank-you letter. Sadly, many of these letters were taken from the mailbox. And very few were delivered directly to him.

Victor is, among many of the postman in his town, just another worker, and he didn’t have much speaking ability. He relied on listening and reading lost letters and pleasant conversations. Even so, he didn’t go unnoticed by some. Over time, he earned the trust of the older writers and neighbors who had the habit of writing almost daily and waiting for his response. So, thanks to that first letter, perhaps, Victor gained more confidence.

A couple of months later, with a one-sided connection on his part, and after several failed attempts to identify the address of the sender, he gave up and settled on reading them when he left work. A routine of preparing a cold glass of milk on the small table next to his bed, taking a couple of sips while reading these letters, which over time became longer. With little everyday things like the weather, funny town events, and annual celebrations. Until, weeks before Christmas, the last letter arrived.

**To the Dear Postman Victor**

He smiled. After several months, they had finally used his name in the letter, and that one-sided connection became more intimate. Sometimes it started with, *"My favorite postman,"* or a formal, *"Dear Victor."* All very polite until the author began recounting their day-to-day life. He knew much more about her life than his own. Everything except her name.

Calmly, with his dog snoring at the foot of the bed, he continued reading:

**"I’m sorry for sending these strange letters for so long. The truth is, I just wanted someone to talk to."**

Victor stopped reading and straightened his back against the headboard of the bed:

**"My mother passed away months ago, and my father three years ago. I’ve felt so alone, but the idea that someone would read one of these letters, and that it would be you, brings me comfort. But it’s also likely that I scared you or someone else. I’m truly sorry. It won’t happen again."**

No more letters arrived.

Was something happening to her during these months when she didn’t write? Was she feeling lonely and planning to do something drastic?

For many days, he was afraid. He knew loneliness and what it did to people firsthand. But it felt far worse knowing he couldn’t do anything to help her change her mind.

He waited a day, then a week, but that vermilion-colored paper, with those homemade seals, didn’t appear in any mailbox in the city. Victor was the only one responsible for collecting letters in that area, so it didn’t make sense for them not to show up.

“Are you looking for someone who lost her mother this year?” an old woman from the bakery he regularly visited asked. “Hmm, there’s a girl, yes. She hasn’t been seen lately. She usually comes to shop during the week. On Tuesdays, I think.”

*During the week—that’s when my shift begins, and I pick up the letters,* Victor thought.

Despite being reserved, the concern on his face and his written manner prompted the woman to share more details.

**[Who is she?]**

It was good he had his notebook on hand to communicate. Even though his hand trembled, and his writing was messy, the woman understood what he wanted to ask.

**[YN]**

**[Where does she live?]** he wrote quickly. Wrapped in his winter uniform and a scarf, he hid his nervousness with the cold.

“On Central Avenue, four blocks down.”

He grabbed his pencil again and wrote:

**[Do you know if she has any relatives or friends in the city?]**

The question puzzled the woman, and she hesitated to answer.

“You look like a good boy. You remind me of my grandson. No, she lives alone as far as I know. You know, he wasn't a... very good man. The poor girl has been accompanying her mother in mourning ever since. ”

Victor was already running, fast, faster than when he tried to deliver late packages or when chasing Wick for stealing his parcels.

He abandoned his usual calm demeanor and ran toward the address the woman had mentioned, clinging to hope. And there it was—a small house with a well-kept garden separating Victor from her. It was winter now, and a layer of snow covered everything in pristine white—the streets, rivers, and even her garden.

*Should I do this?* He didn’t know her in person, but after ten months of letters, he felt like he had known her his whole life.

Even so, he knocked gently, not brave enough to ring the doorbell further ahead.

Although she might not feel the same. Although she might think she was bothering him, Victor waited for her letter every day. He wanted to know about her life, every little detail. He wanted to hear her laugh, cry, and see her in person.

And even if they had never met before—

“Hello?”

He wanted to be by her side.

What words could he offer? What could he say when he had never spoken to her before?

“Victor?”

As he stood there, sweating, lungs and brain on the verge of collapsing, he stopped and saw her—you—for the first time. Just as he had imagined and more. His words couldn’t describe the wave of emotions he felt seeing you there, safe.

You were surprised it was him. He didn’t know your name or your address. That’s why you never included it. You had overthought it, assuming it would be awkward—and it was.

When Victor extended his arms with several letters in hand and a determined expression, your face shifted to concern and embarrassment.

“So, you read them all. I’m sorry.”

Quickly, he held the letters tightly to his chest, and his expression seemed to tell you not to apologize. Victor leaned down, his gaze full of tenderness, more so than Wick’s by his side. Somehow, the way his eyes reminded you of summer leaves and his hair of sunlight made you feel undeserving of something so good.

“You don’t know anything about me, you only know me through those silly letters.”

He shook his head, his eyebrows raising in protest. *Silly? Not at all.* When you saw him take out his notebook and scribble something with a pencil, you were puzzled to read it.

**[I know the girl who loves iced coffee at night, who loves animals as much as I love Wick.]**

“Please, go. You’re not doing any good staying here.”

You were about to turn and shut the door when Wick bit at the fabric of your pants. You tried shaking him off, only for Victor to grab your wrist.

His mouth trembled, his lips pressing together before forming anything more than a murmur. It felt cruel to turn your back on someone who, despite his disability, was trying to help you.

“I… like you.”

No one had ever heard him speak. People assumed he couldn’t. He spoke clumsily when it came to you, but he spoke. His voice, breathless yet soft, like cream in coffee, melted your heart to hear it.

“No! It’s impossible. No one could love me. You’re lying.”

Why wouldn’t anyone love you? Who had made you believe that? If someone thought they could never be loved that way, Victor assumed it would have been him—not someone like you.

He searched his pockets, his gaze panicking until Wick barked and placed an envelope on the ground. Victor patted his head and handed it to you.

Vermilion—the color of your letters. However, this one had a sender.

**To YN, from Victor.**

**[You opened your heart to me, YN, in a way no one else ever has. And now, I have to give you mine.]**

“Victor…” You clutched the letter.

He gave you a broken smile, encouraging you to read it fully.

**[You will live a long life, YN, watching the sunset every evening. You won’t ever be alone again. I just need one thing.]**

The letter ended there.

“But what is it that you want?”

He pointed to himself. He placed his hands, loosely balled into fists, over his heart, as if hugging something precious. Then, he took your hands and intertwined them over your chest.

“I don’t understand… Why? Aren’t you tired of hearing from me and reading about me?”

He wrote something else in his notebook:

**[I could listen to you my entire life.]**

You didn’t fully understand, but with him, words weren’t necessary.

**[I’ve met many people in my life, but none like you. I found you, YN. I won’t let you go. I love you.]**

You felt foolish. Every emotion you’d suppressed spilled out like crystalline pearls. You couldn’t say anything, but you hugged him like you’d always been searching for him, while he had been waiting for you.

In that moment, Victor knew he had found love in your silence.

[liesmyth]

the locked tomb holiday exchange rec list

Behold! The good, the magnificent, the sad! The filth and the angst and the feelings! The weird shit that would make TazMuir proud! 💀🎉✨☠️🔥🎊

Here are some favourites from a skim of works posted for @tlt-holiday-exchange, both art and fic. They are MANY and they are JUICY. Find the entire collection HERE, and keep an eye on for authors reveal coming soon!

ART FILLS

A Beautiful Fairy Tale. Wake tells little Bomb a bedtime story but she can't mention a princess without talking about guillotines. Rated T.

Dubious Curiosity. Nona is curious. Nona loves everyone. And Nona wants Cam. (Camilla/Nona) Rated M.

Fingers In Her Mouth. Camilla Hect misses the Warden. Maybe he can lend a helping hand… even in death. (Camilla/hand!Palamedes) Rated M.

just guys being bros. Camilla/Gideon. Gideon touches a boob! A very happy new year to awkward butch lesbians everywhere. Rated T.

Pyrrha Dve Appreciation. Pyrrha & Nona, soft hugs! Rated G.

Stealing Breath. Camilla/Gideon butch-off make-out session. Rated G.

To Shreds, You Say? Pyrrha/Mercymorn/Wake fucking nasty. Rated E.

FIC FILLS

a buried and a burning flame. Coronabeth fucks Gideon's corpse. Rated E.

For all intents and purposes the corpse of the Ninth’s cavalier is a bad lay. That’s all fine, though.

a grave, deep and narrow. Camilla/Palamedes, GtN AU, Character Death, Tape Recorder Conversation Redux. Podfic included! Rated T

Only Lyctors were meant to leave the First House alive. Ianthe insists on bringing Coronabeth; Judith dies of her injuries. Camilla is stranded alone at Canaan House — alone, except for the persistent hallucinations of her necromancer.

affix. Coronabeth/Harrow, humiliation kink, improper use of bones, dom!Harrow, GtN era. rated E.

Cytherea doesn't go to Canaan House AU - Corona overconfidently approaches Harrow in the hopes of exchanging lab keys. Harrow humbles her quickly.

AITA for telling my dad I didn't like my birthday party? Gideon & John, In-Universe Social Media, Character study, Rated T.

I (20F) told my dad (45?M) that I wanted a cool birthday party, but he threw me a terrible birthday party instead. Am I really the asshole for telling him I didn't like it?

and kings shall come out of thy loins. Gideon/Ianthe, crack treated seriously, body horor, SNAKES. Rated M.

Ianthe saves God from the stoma and the River and all she has to show for it are these fucking snubes.

come, dearest heart. Lyctor Palamedes AU, HtN era. Camilla/Palamedes, Pyrrha/Palamedes, Pyrrha/Camilla/Palamedes. Rated E.

In Canaan House, Palamedes Sextus unwillingly ascends to Lyctorhood to put an end to Cytherea the First's rampage. He's left heartbroken, grieving, and terribly, terribly lonely.

Don't Care If You Think I'm Dumb (I Don't Care At All). Gideon/Ianthe, Gideon as Kiriona, Unwholesome Tower Princes Bonding ft. bad sex and retail therapy. Rated E.

The newly christened Kiriona Gaia is not having a good time on the Mithraeum. At least she has Ianthe there to make her worse.

Follow Your Dreams, Never Let Them Die. Gideon/Harrow, Pokemon trainers AU! Rated T.

On her Pokemon Journey, Gideon Nav approaches the mysterious Drearburh City Gym - but something feels oddly familiar.

Gaia's Natural Market. modern AU, retail hell, Harrow/Gideon, Harrow/Ianthe, Gideon/Ianthe. Rated T

RING-A-DING-DING, the Holiday's are here! And nothing says "Give!" like the bounty of the Mother Herself, so come on by to GAIA's Natural Market! Treat your family to a home-cooked meal with only the PUREST of ingredients - all Produce Organic, all Products non-GMO, and all Smiles Authentic and free of Toxins!

Good Girl. Coronabeth/Ianthe, puppyplay, muzzles, rated E.

Coronabeth is Ianthe's big dicked bimbo puppy. Ianthe's into it.

Goodnight, New Rho. Camilla & Nona. Domestic Fluff, Missing Scene. Rated G.

Nona gets a bedtime story. Camilla reminisces about growing up with an older sister. They both sleep well, despite a notable lack of dogs.

In the Empire of the Deeps. Gideon/Nona/Ianthe, Gideon/Ianthe, Pirate AU, monsterfucking-adjacent, Nona is an eldritch sea creature. Rated E.

A chance encounter on the beach. Ianthe is manipulative, Kiriona is sad, and Nona is not as innocent as she seems. Sometimes, you might yearn for one person and meet another one. Sometimes, you have to take what you can get.

just like normal. Ianthe/Coronabeth, Cytherea is also there. Penis in vagina sex, Exhibitionism, Squirting. Rated E.

Ianthe gives herself a cock, and Corona is increasingly bewildered that she hasn’t been allowed to sit on it yet.

language of its own. Camilla/Palamedes. Worldbuilding, idiots to lovers, pre-canon. Rated T.

Camilla Hect has to do an erotic poetry final.

Masochism Tango. Porn with feelings, knifeplay, vivisection, lyctor-typical everything. Rated E.

Two occasions in which Pyrrha Dve had the pleasure of being under Cytherea's knife, and Mercymorn had the pleasure of Pyrrha Dve.

METHODS OF SUBDUCTION. Judith/Cornabeth, Judith & Varun. Planetary science rizz. Rated M.

Varun the Eater teaches Judith Deuteros how to flirt.

midnight mass. Mercymorn/Cristabel, pre-canon, Character Study. Rated T.

A lifetime before the resurrection and two decades before the apocalypse, a novice nun and a third-year medical student discuss goodness, passion, and salvation at midnight on Christmas morning.

motherhood. Mercymorn uses flesh magic on Wake. Hate sex ensues. Body horror, motherhood as violence, canon compliant. Rated E.

“I will kill you,” you say, with all the placid fervor of a religious convert. When you’re on the edge of real violence, you lose that tense little furrow in your brow—it’s beautiful, really. “Please give me a reason.”

My Love Overflows. Corona/Ianthe, Strap-on, Dirty talk, Impact Play, Hair Pulling, Bladder control. Rated E.

The one in which Corona pisses all over herself at Ianthe's whims.

name and rank. Judith/Coronabeth, Judith & Varun. Judith's failwoman swag! Rated T.

As Judith lies dying, she has nothing but time. Varun the Eater uses it to teach her how to flirt with the Princess. Don’t worry. Varun has got this!

New Rule. Mercymorn/Pyrrha, Ranch AU, stablehand Pyrrha, boss/employee relationship. Rated E.

Never hire stablehands who are too handsome and capable for their own good.

no shade in the shadow of the cross. Cytherea/Mercymorn, angst, fisting, two pillow princesses NOT making it work! Rated E.

Cytherea and Mercymorn have an ill-timed tryst.

per my last email. Camilla/Palamedes. Academia, banter. On peer review and multitasking. Rated M.

“Warden,” she said patiently, “you want me so badly it’s making you stupid."

RISKING OUR LIVES FOR UNIVERSITY HOLE???? 🤯😳 University AU, Team 69. The hole is a basement to be clear! Rated T.

The difficult part of visiting the local haunted house for a feature in the university magazine is not actually the visiting; it’s the writing about it afterwards.

So Messed Up. Ianthe/Coronabeth. Puppy play, collars & leashes, tail plug. Rated E.

Ianthe using her flesh magic to give Corona a big cock for petplay because she loves the idea of her sister being a big dicked bimbo puppy girl who just wants to rut into her.

The Great Gamete Gambit. Camilla & Palamedes, Pre-canon, worldbuilding, sixth house reproductive practices. Rated G.

Palamedes and Camilla have an important package to send, but there's been a heist in the gamete repository! Can the 15-year-old Master Warden and his cavalier crack the case?

The Sextus Scandal. Camilla/Palamedes, Epistolary, Pre-Canon Divergence. Rated E.

Transcripts and documents relating to the disciplinary hearing and subsequent resignation of Master Warden Palamedes Sextus.

Ways to Be Perfect. Babs/Colum Asht, GtN era, Rated M.

When Naberius first glanced across the supper table at Colum Asht, he didn’t immediately get the impression that he was liked.

The end!

Thank you for making it this far. If you enjoyed any of these works, or anything else in the collection, please drop a comment to make our creators feel appreciated <3

[post creators reveal exchange wrap post]

[lakesbian]

@simurghed ok here are some miscellaneous nothing thoughts ive had about undersiders team vacation for you. this is my purest form of autism theres literally nothing interesting under this post just a lot of words of me sticking undersiders into situations. thats not intended as self deprecation just fair warning

if they went in a cave where the tour guide is like "DO NOT TOUCH ANY CAVE FORMATIONS or they will BE DESTROYED, FOREVER, after THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF BEAUTIFUL EXISTENCE" brian would immediately proceed to spend the entire tour staring at aisha and alec instead of looking at the rocks and shit and preparing to grab them if either of them attempts to touch a cave formation. alec would accidentally set his hand on one w/o realizing while huffing and puffing his way up stairs or a steep incline but he would be walking behind the rest of the team so no one would notice and he would pretend it didn't happen

brian accidentally slams his forehead into top of low tunnel everyone is walking through and swears for like 20 continuous seconds and then has to go sit somewhere with an ice pack and the entire time hes like I bet aisha and alec are touching so many fucking cave formations right now.

if the undersiders went on a hike or something where there were like. Ledges. over Long Drops. aisha would without doubt go stand on them and dick around in a spry 13yo manner and it would freak brian out so much he would yell Aisha Middle Name Laborn Get Your Ass The FUCK Down From There!!!!! and then she would pretend to be startled like she was about to fall off for a moment and he would almost have a heart attack and he would be so mad for the entire rest of the day and not let her off the trail at all and keep glaring at her

if they went to a beach they could all wear cute little swimsuits...taylor would have a full bodysuit (dark gray) but mostly just spend time sitting in a chair reading. rachie wouldnt wear a swimsuit but she would just take her dogs up and down the beach on walks in normal clothes and maybe get a bit damp anyway. brian would wear swim trunks and a long-sleeved top because he also feels uncomfortable having too much skin exposed but, like, more quietly. aisha is wearing a purple tankini with one of brians giant t-shirts over top. voluntarily, to be clear, ifeel like someone might misinterpret this as "brian made her" but shes doing that on purpose. i also think she has at least one "nightgown" that is fully a massive shirt stolen from brian but thats besides the point. lisa is wearing a purple bikini with one of those like. flowy half-skirts tied around the bottom. and alec is wearing girls swim shorts and one of those sheer white swim cover tops youre supposed to take off before you get in the water except he's not taking it off

aisha keeps pestering alec to go swimming with her and he's like sure ok and lets her drag him in. and then almost drowns because he doesn't know how to swim and figured he could just "wing it." brian has to dredge him out and he spends several minutes coughing up seawater sopping wet style while brian takes the opportunity to lecture about how he's stupid. and then he spends the next half hour after that complaining about how there is Sand up his Buttcrack.

aisha and alec spend literally like over half an hour just standing next to taylors chair pestering her to make a crab rave happen. she tries to ask lisa for back-up but lisa says she also wants to see the crab rave. so it happens. very clandestinely with only a few crabs.

aisha demands a ride on brian's shoulders into the ocean. he obliges. alec demands to get to go next. he is denied, because brian thinks it would be kind of gay. he doesn't say that, but it's what he's thinking.

i think they should get to have the most miserable time on the planet all waiting for their turns to shower off in the hotel room after going swimming. reasonably they would have multiple rooms but i like to envision theres only one and everyone is shivering and holding malicious intent towards whoever is actively in the shower. they make alec go last because they know how he is with long showers and he just kind of sits tragically on the entry tile in a slowly collecting puddle of sandy water and stares into space looking haunted and intermittently shivering

undersiders trip to history museum. undersiders trip to preserved historical building. undersiders trip to preserved fancy mansion. ive posted about this one before but both alec and brian are enjoying it (for different reasons) while aisha HATES it and it's freaking all three of them out a little. alec is performatively trying to pretend he also thinks it's lame because he's (largely platonically) whipped but then he turns around and asks the tour guide an actual question and he and aisha both know that in this moment he has betrayed and abandoned her. they reconcile via shared advocacy for ice cream afterwards

alec vasil hot and tired of walking frow up incident, no deaths, intense injury to one boy's pride and also his shoes

brian laborns intense and immense joy over getting to organize and use the contents of his cargo shorts

the incredible drama of brian laborn trying to parallel park the van in a really tight spot while lisa and taylor both play unwanted spotter for him and he's like Please. just Let me Concentr-. Just let me do what i need to do just be quiet for a minute . they do stop talking for a minute, during which aisha takes the opportunity to start making fart noises

rachel lindt is fitting so many ouppie dogs in the van and theyre just kind of ferreting between everyones legs and climbing onto laps to stick their heads out the windows and shit. this starts off as something everyone but rachel is mad about but settles into a more amenable cuddle pile situation

undersiders go to aquarium or zoo....zoo would be more fun to witness because alec would complain about it being hot + smelling bad the whole time. lisa has the intelligent idea to quiet him with a blue raspberry slushie

speaking of lisa you know shes going into this entire thing like Taylor Specifically has to have the most funnest specialest time ever. shes always like "ok ill read some dinner options off the phone :)" and then all 5 of them are things taylor specifically would love. and so on and so forth.

alec vasil spotted wandering lost and ghostlike in the modern art gallery

i could go on

[an-android-child]

Okay with a hand over my Jason Lover Heart™

That bitch is not a prince. He's a wild beast at best. The thing that roams the forest, the wolfman who refuses to turn back into a human, even when there's no full moon anymore.

But also the idea that Jason and Damian have in common the fact that they're outsiders is like... Not true lmao

Damian, if anything, desperately tries to fit in. He does what he believes is expected of him. The blood son shall rise above the others, so he fights and demeans the rest, the inferior ones. The heir shall inherit everything, so he tries his damn hardest to be the best possible heir at all times, no matter the cost, because that's what heirs do. It's what he believes is expected of him. Everything's a test, a trial, and the moment he fails, the moment he lets his guard down... "Off with his head", as the story goes. He wants a place in his family so, so desperately, he's just doing what he believes is correct, what he believes will finally get him what he's been born and raised for. And yeah, this attitude not only affects Damian, but the others as well in very harmful, tangible ways, but here's the thing... Once he internalized he didn't have to act so hostile to be accepted, he mellowed out. He doesn't want to be fighting all the time. He is kind at his core, in a way not even Ra's was able to kill. He likes animals and has many friends and maybe he'll never get rid of his prickly exterior, but he loves so, so much, and in such a painfully obvious way.

Now compare that with my beloved Jason "I Love Burning Bridges" Todd and ummmmm. It falls apart lmao.

Jason actively wants to hurt others. Actively wants to be completely alone so he can pity himself for his loneliness. Because, in a painfully childish way, he believes he's been wronged so, so deeply, that this is the only way Bruce will be able to prove, no, to redeem himself. By burning all the bridges again and again and again, he expects Bruce to burn himself trying to get to him. Every. Single. Time. He wants Bruce to prove he cared, and he wants him to do it by destroying himself, by changing irrevocably, by proving his death mattered. And the only way he wants that proof is by seeing him hurt by his own hand. But the moment he gives up on him, because the only thing he does is hurt and attack, the moment Bruce decides this is the last bridge? He'll pity himself so, so much. What else could he have done? How else could this have ended? There was no other way, was it?

A dog that wants to be pet while he bites your fingers.

Jason, at his best, is a tragedy in it's purest form, a Shakespearean one, at that. Everything could have been different, but it isn't. Because he chose wrong. And he decided to keep choosing wrong again and again and again. He could have changed his mind at any point. But he didn't. And he'll blame everyone but himself for it. And he'll keep choosing the same option while doing so.

In comparison, Damian is a story about hope. Hope for cult survivors, hope for the lost sheep that made its way back home to his shepherd, hope in the knowledge that what they raised you to become doesn't have to be what you are. Damian is hope in its purest form: a child learning to be a child. And of course, this is completely incompatible with a man who lost every possibility of childhood. Of hope.

Not all by his own design of course. It's not his fault! Not at the begining. He made a choice with his heart! He wanted to help his mom!

And he was killed for it

I do believe him "choosing wrong" is not a matter of morality. He would have always chosen to try to save his mom (even if he fails at that too). Hell, even if he knew she would betray him, even if he knew how the story would end. Because the child that was killed in that explosion was kind and sweet and liked to study and just wanted to have a mom so, so badly. And yes, he had been bad, and angry, and yes, he wasn't perfect, but he believed with all his heart he would always bounce back. Because he had the strongest safety net in the world.

That child died waiting for his father to save him.

And when his father, the embodiment of a mythological greek hero in all its glory, turned out to fail just like a man, like a protagonist in a shoddy play, then it must have been because he didn't try hard enough. It must have been because he didn't care, because Jason wasn't worth trying. And when, after years and years of accumulated hatred, he returns to see his father still alive, still living, still upholding his stupid morals, morals that mattered more than his own son, then that means his death, his life, they simply didn't matter.

And Jason is so blind in his rage, in his anger at the belief that he wasn't loved, in his hurt that he desperately tries to transform into anger with all his strength... That he fails to realize three people died in that warehouse.

[therandompagesblog]

Her Soul for His Soul Chapter 8 🌜Seungmin🌛

Trigger Warnings: Angst, hunting, mentions of: murderers rapists and paedophiles, murder, violence, selling of illegal weapons

Those damned human beings! I couldn't believe her. The audacity. They never learned. They are so fickle. They do not understand how much power we hold. They have no respect. "Hyung calm down!" Jeongin tried to reassure. I glared at him. I felt rage. I wanted to go and hunt a load of humans and steal their pathetic souls. At least they were out of misery and living in a life of luxury in the underworld or I could damn them into the Neverworld. "I have never seen you hurt before. Not like this. Maybe the little fiend has got her claws somewhere it shouldn't have." Jeongin suggested. "What are you implying?" I hissed. My eyes flashed yellow. The younger shrugged sarcastically and ate his baguette happily. He should not be enjoying being summoned and played with by humans. All they do is play with your emotions. "Hyung calm down. I meant nothing of the sort but your body language. You look like Archdemon Chan!" Jeongin jested. "Where you alive then to see him. No." I spat nearly breaking the human glass cup.        Human hearts were so fragile. They were strong until you kicked them about. Mess with them for a few weeks and then they shattered. Unrepairable they would become. It was amusing how damaged their souls would become. Y/N on the other hand did have fire in her but there was something genuine about her. That's what I thought but now I realised she was playing a dangerous game like theKim's. It was pathetic.       Jeongin looked at me before pulling out a phone making me roll my eyes. He was pathetically trying to blend in. "So my little bird told me something that was similar to your angry puppy." Jeongin started off, "my little bird told me she played the Ouija board with two other friends. One is called Y/N she was worried about her but I told her I would find out how she is." "Your point hybrid," I growled menacingly as I ignored the humans around me. "If you get a phone I could get the puppy's number. That's what you called her. An untrained dog. So she's a puppy who needs her demonic master." Jeongin jested sardonically. "That's not a bad point. She bargained her soul to me." I affirmed. "Let's get out of here and hunt some souls before puppy and the little birdy summon us."       I was excited to hunt some human souls and get my soul count up. There were two ways we could claim souls. Take it by force and kill them or wait for them to die. Waiting was far too long for us. Killing would be a kindness. The purest ones were the best but they were better when they died on their own accord.       Instead, we would kill criminals. Rapists, murderers and paedophiles. They were easy to find. They owned a certain club in a certain alleyway, where they all ganged together. Always down an alleyway or in a glorious hotel that held an event.       These hunts were always the most fun because the villains begged for their sorry lives. They would cry and repent. Beg to not be sentenced to Lucifer who would send them to the fiery. It was hilarious!

Here we were at the Lifon Hotel which held a secluded event for armed weapons. It was filled with all kinds of people. Luckily for I and Jeongin, we could pass as a rich person with an interest in firearms.       Most of the people here either had a fascination or no idea of what was going on. They were here to brag about their kill count or pretend they were gangsters.        Jeongin was the most excited, this would be his first kill and it needed to go well. We were to act like businessmen and so far it was working. We looked at the guns presented and acknowledged them. Asked curious questions, some were knowledgeable about some we played dumb too.        This was the fun part. It was the luring part. The part where we lured the criminals. The thing about criminals is they have a certain smell. A strong predatorial smell. It wasn't a smell like us Demons. Even Reapers smelt different but these kinds of humans had the sickening blood smell. It was like old wet congealed blood.        I lured them first, showing Jeongin what to do. I started with the old fat man who was retired. He sold weapons to another country called Hixburg. A place I have never heard of. "Can I ask you some questions about a particular day that you hinted at earlier, in the foyer?" My melodic voice edged the man towards me. "Lead the way Mr L/N." The man said. Remind me why I was using Y/N's last name.        I lured him into the foyer across the corridor to the room at the end. I locked the door behind him as I watched him go for the glass of whisky. I phased into my realm form and stalked towards him.      He noticed the shadow of wings that swarmed his shadow and shuddered. He turned around for me to slash his throat instantly. His spirit shot out of him into a tiny grey orb and I grabbed it. Putting it into my pouch.        Jeongin clapped happily at the execution as he watched the soul drop to the floor. "Try not to let them scream," I warned him. "Of course," Jeongin answered. "Let's play a game. How many souls we can collect before your little bird summons you!" I told him. "You owe me three souls if your little puppy summons you." Jeongin bargained. "Let's play," I told him.         I phased back instantly and walked into the room. Owning it. Me and Jeongin were now competing in luring. The only advantage I had was I had more experience and more skill. Jeongin learned seduction was his trait. Mine was my eyes and my ability to be a sadist. I looked as though I related but did I? To an extent I did. I thrived off of the hunting of the souls. The feeling of their cold orbs shivering in my hand before I pouched them. The rest I could never relate to.        I was starting to do well and was having one up on Jeongin until people started to speculate something was going on. The hunt became harder. It became a game of predator versus prey. We played and tormented until they were all gone. We lured. We killed. We laughed and tormented. We danced around in blood. We felt free until it went foggy.

THE DEAFENING SCREAM HIT MY EARS AS I STOOD NAKED IN FRONT OF Y/N. I covered my cock in front of her as I allowed her to take a look at me. She was studying my form. Quickly and surprisingly she composed herself. "Say nothing. Let me apologise first." I tilted my head to the side to look at the brown-haired girl. "I am sorry for my outburst. I am not good with apologising so I will try my best. I am sorry for going to the shops when you were asleep but I shook you twice and I saw how exhausted you were so I wanted to let you rest in peace. In truth, I am not used to this feeling it's so unnatural but at the same time, I can't have you not with me. I've got attachment issues and it's a problem that pushes and pulls me. I don't like not knowing where you are."        Her vulnerability told me Y/N was different. She wasn't used to expressing herself like a Demon. She trusted easily but her head told her not to. She was always cautious and trusting that it was messing with her head. Anyone could see that. I almost felt sorry for her. "Thank you for your honesty. I am sorry I did not wake. I should have but I felt safe. Safe with you. I do not know why. I do not like it and I do not trust it. If you say that kindred spirit shite at me I will hiss." I glared playfully.         I watched her walk forward, carefully, unsure of what to do as she got closer into my personal space. Her hand reached out as if she were to touch me, but she stopped. Afraid I would burn her. "You're beautiful you know!" She told me. "Some beg to differ, puppy," I told her. "No, you are. Your soul is scared to trust..."Her voice disappeared as if she was scared to say the next part. "I killed today. I hunted souls. Souls that were murderers, rapists, paedophiles." I told her slowly. I could tell her blood was running cold. "I left them inside the hotel bleeding out. I can show you their souls."       My warm hand dug into my pouch and carefully pulled out an anxious orb. It shuddered in my hand as I showed her. Y/N nervously looked at it. Wanting to touch it but she didn't. "I'm not so beautiful am I?" I smirked at her. "No," Y/N whispered. "It makes you different. It's beautiful in your culture. Your nature. That's who you are and what makes you beautiful. If anything you're a saint for persecuting villains." "So poetic little pup!" I smiled at her. My sharp claw reached out to stroke her face. She jumped at the sharp touch and closed her eyes. Fuck did I want to ruin her pretty little soul? "Why do I want to stomp on it and kick it!" She whispered out making the orb shake. "Shhh little puppy. Your frightening it" I told her as I took her hand in mine and gave her the orb. She felt it shake. "Do no harm. They will be sent to Lucifer!" "How merciful." She told me. I smirked "Do you know the dead word for mercy? It's jabi. Remember it! Some demons are not jabiloun." I said to her. "Jabi?!" "Jabi!"

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[carlos-in-glasses]

Search and Rescue

15k, E - complete and on Ao3.

Dear @honeybee-taskforce - I am your Tarlos Secret Cupid! 🥰 💘 I hope this fic brings you as much joy to read as it brought me to write. This is how I have interpreted your prompts!

On their first Valentine's Day as husbands, Carlos surprises TK with a trip to adopt a retired police dog – not expecting to come home with a goofy, boisterous golden retriever who failed all his training. But not all heroes are ultra-smart German Shepherds who wear dog-sized bulletproof vests. And sometimes, when it comes to gifts, great minds think alike.

******

"Please, baby. Please. I've never felt this way about anything." TK pauses. "Except you."

Carlos bites the side of his lip. When he’d imagined adopting a dog, a goofy golden with a thing for shoving his head and body into every available crevice – and who had failed different types of training to the point where he was given up on – was not something he'd factored into the fantasy. But, when he looks at his husband and Cuddles, he undisputedly sees the purest of all sights: A boy and his dog. He sees himself, aged six, when he was introduced to Rocky as a pup. He especially stayed by Carlos' side throughout his difficult teens, like he knew he needed a friend to come home to. Carlos said the words, “I’m gay,” to Rocky long before he spoke them to any judgmental human. Rocky loved him just the same, and kept the secret.

Read on Ao3:

Chapter 1: Big Heart

Chapter 2: Cuddles and the Gang

Big love to @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut for the beta, to @lemonlyman-dotcom my chief US advisor who has taught me much, and @welcometololaland for advice and emotional support along the way too!

Thank you so much to @tarlos-secret-cupid for organising! ❤️🩷❤️🩷

[lyramundana]

Brain rot for brain rot

Poly!minsung (obviously) bi awaking au like we talked about.

Minho and Jisung are making the reader feel so good that she is practically yelling. Minho has never heard a partner react this way and looks at Jisung for reassurance that you are okay.

-sweetracha 🍑

OMG my first request!!😍 And a great one indeed.. (i apologize in advance because english isn't my first language)

The Reader may be a close friend of theirs or a situationship-to-be, either case she's the trigger of this whole deal, at least that's what they'll say. I have so many ideas about this idea, but let's go with:

What started as a simple game of curiosity and playfully teasing each other turned into an almost animalistic show where they ended up using her like a toy. She has lost count on how many times she has orgasmed, her body twitching and right now, the only thing that comes out of her mouth are moans, whimpers and high-pitched gasps. They take turns to fill her holes and man-handle her in all the angles that allow them to feel the most pleasure. If you ask them how they ended up like this, they don't have an answer.

Suddenly, when it's Minho's turn again, he hits a spongy, foreign spot inside her that makes her start screaming and gasping for air, her weakened body trembling violently.

You see, it's not like Minho doesn't know people can react like this during sex (he and Jisung are like fucking rabbits sometimes and he has broken his pretty boy into tears before) but it has never been this intense and, obviously, he's never been with a girl before, so he doesn't know what to expect. Of course he has been enjoying every second of it more than he could've imagined, getting the hang of it as he went and eventually using her like Jisung. But the moment she wraps her shaking body around him like that, barely breathing and outright screaming, he frozes a bit and throws an alarmed gaze at Jisung, silently asking if she's hurt and he fucked up. The younger finds it cute.

Unlike Minho, he has an idea of how women's bodies work and he knows about the g-spot, which he inmediatly deduces is the reason behind this reaction. He explains it to the older, while they have that spot inside their ass, girls have it deep inside their cunt and is usually difficult to find. It's a button that, when touched, turns their brains mushy and they become dumb, mind empty dolls that can only think about reaching their climax.

Minho starts to understand it when he feels her clenching around him, pushing him deeper in, and she has the audacity to cage his waist with her legs, preventing him from pulling out the slighest. He lets out a groan, fists tighteting their hold on the sheets, and he buries his face on her sweaty neck, inhaling her natural scent in its purest form and feeling the quick pumping of her heart. He turns up to look at her face and the sight makes his dick twitch. Her glassy eyes, her reddened face, her pretty lips bitten and red, traces of her wet hair sticking to her forehead and the harsh movement of her chest, breathing in and out like she's been drowning.

He has caused this. He's the reason she's like this, looks like this. He fucking made this. And the thought makes him let out a choked gasp, almost cumming on the spot. Jisung caress his hair and cheeks, pressing his lips on the older's nape, whispering encouraging words, saying how proud he is and how well he's been doing it. He softly guides him back at it again, stroking Reader's breast in front of his boyfriend's eager stare.

When she whimpers again, quietly begging them to continue with her broken voice, they snap out of it and lunge at her like hungry dogs at a trapped prey.

I really hope this was up to your liking! I got a bit caught up in the brain rot.

My first attempt of writing smut, what do you think? @charmercharm3r @channieandhisgoonsquad @2chopsticks2eyes

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[firefly--bright]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧!

jean kirstein x fem!reader, modern smau.

⁀➷ introducing ; apartment 201 !

⁀➷ jean boy!

has vinyls stacked up against a wall.

proud plant dad (after many failed attempts at it)

went to one (1) tame Impala concert and made it his entire personality for two whole years.

an "old soul" is what he likes to call himself, but in all reality he likes to grumble alot. regardless, after his friends make their way into his heart, there's no getting out. he's not the best at uttering his words out loud in a way that makes sense, but his love is ever-present. its everywhere until you're covered with it, littered in the ground and in the laundry that he complains about, in the takeout he buys, in the little lamp he keeps on so that Connie doesn't hurt himself when he reaches home late.

⁀➷ constance springer!

has a meme account on Instagram that he takes way too seriously

"I'm a...niche mirco celebrity.. influencer. i want free nachos in this fine establishment."

second year set and film design major in University of Paradis

chronically online but not in a creepy way, he swears

almost failed 8th grade because he "forgot" about the exams

self-proclaimed aux guy in every road trip. despite all his jokes, it's easy to love him. he's light of the party, and even if he's not the smartest academically, he's smart emotionally and offers surprisingly good advice, and will always be determined to put a smile on everyone's faces despite any adversity.

⁀➷ sasha braus!

won a hot dog eating competition in 7th grade against grown adults. the trophy rests in her closet at all times.

if Connie is the life of the party, she's the encore.

hoards twice posters and photocards. she made Connie, marco and jean listen to it and now they're hooked onto it too, although not as much as her

doesn't know how to spell, barely uses any punctuations ever

once she starts talking, it's really hard for her to stop. but even during her rants, youd find her making a note of anything and everything. nothing can escape her watchful eye, and she'd offer you a helping hand even if her own hand was chopped off. lives and breathes in the kitchen and believes that the kitchen is the heart of the home. her love is radiant and within your grasp at all times, not leaving, always patient.

⁀➷ marco bodt!

has a dog (golden retriever) named polo. if it wasn't obvious.

has always loved and been surrounded by animals. doesn't like crowds but he loves hustle bustle because it feels like home to him

coffee addict

dad friend. always has bandaids, aspirin, and gum in his pocket.

his glasses are always smudged with fingerprints, jean has to remind him to clean them

very intuitive. knows other people's emotions and behaviours probably more than he knows his own. loves his friends in the deepest and purest form, his comfort lies in spending a night in with them. his love is like when your favourite song comes on in an unexpected setting - you didn't know you needed it but it would put a smile on your face nonetheless.

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[noroi1000]

My little monkey, my sweetheart 6

Finally there! @raysheil I remember you asked me for part 6 🥰. So there is last part of it.

Sitting on a smooth stone in the hot springs, your head rested against his chest.

With one arm wrapped around your waist, he stared softly at your sleeping face.

He could feel your soft breasts rubbing against his side and against his belly.

There was nothing sexual about it.

you were sleeping.

And he wasn't a pervert out of his mind just to look at your naked body.

It's obvious that he got overexcited as the sensuality between you two grew.

But he couldn't think of you in a bad way while you were sleeping, especially in a place that helped keep your headaches away.

Everyone has some pain. Belly or head. Whatever.

And everyone deserves to be treated with sleep or simple rest. Relaxation.

His other hand's fingers found the stray strands of your wet hair, and he uncovered your face.

He himself clearly felt the temperature difference between what was under the water and what was giving you air.

He was worried about your health.

You stepped out of the water slightly to cuddle up to him as he appeared.

Before he was here, you were just lying there with your head above the water.

Now your entire arms were exposed to the cooler temperature.

So that you don't get sick, he lowered his body, causing you to sit lower as well.

In such a way that your entire torso is enveloped in warm water.

And it certainly won't make you sick.

He was always afraid that your psyche would be sick.

That you'll hate him so much that you won't be nice. That you'd rather die than be around him.

He didn't mean to hurt you.

Inside him, there was still some morality that forbade him from harming the people he loved.

And you were so important to him…

You were supposed to be his play pet.

How could he change his mind so much??

He may have said you were his pet, but you really weren't.

Because he couldn't hurt you like that.

You were an ordinary person. Only human. No cursed energy.

People are dirty and disgusting.

But you are so pure and innocent.

Beautiful and sweet. The only man he can have next to him no matter what.

That's the truth.

You were the purest man. You're not lying, you're not cheating on him anymore. You are with him all the time. You give him everything as if he doesn't hate people at all.

You give him everything as if he hadn't hurt you before…

And now you live like normal next to him?

Next to a mass murderer?

It's scary that you agree to this life.

But you fell in love with him.

He was afraid that something happened to you, that you started to have different views on the world with him. But nothing changed.

You still know you're officially his pet. Even though your role for him has changed a lot.

You were like a toy. Like a pet.

You are now the most important part of his family.

As an pet, you couldn't be that high.

Because there are animals in the family such as a dog or a kitten. But you were supposed to be just a toy for him.

And you ended up being the most important thing to him.

Because he couldn't throw away the side of him that clearly said he was kind and caring.

He is nice. Very nice.

Especially for you.

Someone he wouldn't hesitate to kill when you pissed him off… Now you could do whatever you want, but he wouldn't hurt you anyway.

Trust…

You trust him…

You let him touch you.

You sleep next to him, without fear for your life.

You're not afraid of sleeping next to a man who hates people like you.

He shouldn't make exceptions.

But every person matters.

You were meant to be his entertainment.

But you're really there to be with him. And that he doesn't lose you.

Because he loved his little monkey.

Especially if you are carrying his child under your heart.

You were never destined in this temple to bear children. It wasn't supposed to be.

And what happened was a real accident.

Because he would never have thought of having a baby with a "monkey" in the first place.

But he never thought that it might be okay for his pure, beloved pet to be the mother of his child.

You are not a pet.

You are a member of his real family.

As his partner.

A partner for life.

How could he be so stupid and not notice what happened…

He fell in love with you…

How could he not trust you…

How could he not believe that you trust him…

Even after all these moments, you are there and trust him.

You sleep next to him now. Knowing that his child will slowly develop in you…

His.

He made him mark you as his for the rest of his life. Because you can't let go now. You will not run away from him.

Because you don't want to run away from him.

You have no intention of leaving your life with him.

And how did he know?

Because now you are next to him and sleeping on his chest. Your pulse so calm.

And he wanted to take care of you.

He wasn't going to let you go because you love him, don't you?

Your life may be different.

But one thing is for sure.

Whatever happens, you will go through it completely together. Because he doesn't leave the ones he loves now.

You will be together.

You were supposed to be his monkey. And now you are his sweetheart.

He loves you more than anything, even if he was once unable to admit it.

But you're pure and so perfect. Not like everyone else.

You've been living with him so long that he's able to believe there's something different between you two. Better.

Because he does not feel from you an ordinary, unworthy human.

You are a delicate being that he wants to care for. Until the end of life.

He placed his cheek on your head, hugging you tighter.

"I'm sorry for everything I've ever done to you…" he whispered with his mouth against your head. "But I don't want to let you go. I want to have you like I have you now… Because I…"

He felt your gentle movement as you twirled in the warm water.

He placed a large hand on your belly. And suddenly, without realizing it, he smiled.

"Because I love you… (y/n). And I'll never stop."

He never regretted meeting you that day.

And such an awkward meeting turned into something like this.

Into your happy life.

"… I'm glad you're here…"

He looked at your small smile as you cuddled up to him.

He looked at you with a little hope in his eyes that you would say something he expects.

Even if he doesn't know what to expect.

"I love you too…" you murmured, placing your fingers on his hand on your stomach.

You turned your head to look at him.

He kissed you gently.

You were never meant to be his pet and plaything.

You were always meant to be his everything.

His little monkey is not like the others.

His little monkey is his sweetheart.

[coldbrewpup]

i'm so fucking gay, there is more love in my heart than i even know what to do with, i just wanna hold and touch and kiss and love and love and love and be the sweetest dog in the whole wide world, i have more love to give than is even practical, i am truly a lovesick creature, i am a hopeless romantic of the purest definition, i am a thing that overflows with love, i am an infinite love glitch wrapped in the body of a girl who has to be normal about it