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[yourbestpalpercy]

If I had any art motivation, I’d draw Chaos in ToonTown. Before we start, chaos’s reference sheet is at the end

“Wh…What are you…?”

Chaos curls up into her true form for a second before spreading out her limbs as wide as they would go, “I’m CHAOS!” She cheered proudly, “The embodiment of Chaos itself has arrived in ToonTown! Isn’t that lovely???” She gets close to one of the toons who flinch back from her.

“I bring the fun wherever I go though! Soooo,” Fireworks! She shoots fireworks high into the sky, still frightening some of the toons. Upon seeing how silent everyone was, Chaos slowly landed, studying their appearance. “...What I’m trying to say is I’m friendly. Usually people associate me with death and destruction but I promise I won’t hurt a fur on your heads!” Chaos grins again.

When met with even more silence, Chaos starts humming. “Woooould you all feel better if I took on a toon form? I have been known to change my form a lot. It’s how Harmony can rarely find me. I just blend in^^!”

“...So…you’re like…a god?”

“Oh-! Uhm…kiiiiiiinda? I definitely am, legally buuuut, the thing is that The Clouds are awful! Suuuper mean. Would not recommend,” She shakes her head as she crosses her arms while sticking her tongue out of her mouth.

“Anyways-! BOOM!!” With a poof, Chaos dropped onto the ground as a fox toon that looked eerily like a toon. Her sharpened snout and big hands, resembling the claws she used to have, being some of the few things that tipped off folks to her not being a natural toon.

“In case you were wondering why I sooooo very directly approached you, it’s simple^^! Wackiness is expected in this world, I felt comfortable to show my real self and make a full introduction! Personally, I think that should be something of an honor (hhh-onor).”

“...That’s…some serious uncanny valley, right…?” One of the horse toons said as they turned to a pudgy, purple cat. “Y-Yeah! Y-Your eyes need to be a tiny bit bigger…your snout’s a little too long, a-and you should wear shoes to hide the sharp points in your feet,” The cat gestured to each part, including how Chaos’s feet ended in spikes. “Oh!” Chaos shook her body out, applying the features, including antlers to her head, making her look a little more like a deer.

“Uhh…foxes don’t…” “I know, I just really like antlers. I can’t believe I forgot them. Anyways, whatcha think? Pretty toony, right?” The cat paused before talking to the yellow horse beside him.

“You look great, welcome to ToonTown, Chaos. If you need anything, my name’s Buttercup Plums, this is my friend, Lunarbug Cheers and we’re always around to help! If you need BIG help, you can go talk to Flippy!” Buttercup smiled, pointing off to the side.

[allenbloom]

Day 9: Caccia / Hunt

If you asked him, there’s nothing like the hunt, and if he had the vocabulary to express it properly, he’s say he loves it and prefers it to the dead beetles Noah hands him.

Noah had been surprised the first time he brought back a dead bird. Yes, magpies are natural scavengers, but they are also fearless hunters; like many other birds, they hunt smaller animals, like mice and tiny birds that are unfortunate enough to perish on their claws.

His human has told him several times not to bring game to the house, not to hunt recklessly, and to just enjoy fruits and insects. It’s not that Noah doesn’t understand his nature, or that he tries to deny it, he thinks the boy might be too embarrassed to admit it, but maybe he just finds the carnage disgusting.

So, when Noah is at school, he hunts. He dares go close to that cursed forest that scares so many animals off, in case he may found something small enough to kill, but big enough to be satisfying.

He loves being the bigger animal, loves how hunting has honed a sort of instinct, a knowing, he would say. It’s mid-morning when he finds his prey, there’s a certain satisfaction as his claws sink into the other’s flesh, knowing they have truly no escape, knowing they are successful.

Of course, as one hunts, one may also learn what it is to be prey. That small animal might have been on a gathering of his own, on his own little hunt, but his instincts were not enhanced enough, they were not enough.

Apollo looks at his prize, a small mouse slowly growing colder as life escapes from their body and blood flows from their veins. He feels a sound behind him, and all alarms go off, he loves the hunt, but hates those godforsaken woods, where you’re never the biggest predator, where there’s always something ready to hunt you down.

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[countvampyre]

"Those words feel empty to Amaryllis. There is nothing comforting knowing his body is safe if his mind feels broken, and yet like clockwork he smiles softly and rests his head against Amaryllis. They notice his hair over his face. He always lays down like that, with enough hair in his face to push away with the calloused hands, weary from washing and yet still soft enough to spread blush like a wildfire over Killian’s dark cheeks. Sometimes, at night, it’s hard to tell if he is blushing, so they’ll touch his face. His warm skin will feel nice under Amaryllis’s cooler touch, and always he flinches. He should expect it by now, after all their species is cold-blooded and after all he puts his hair in his face so Amaryllis will push it away, but like every night he flinches. Maybe it isn’t the cold, maybe it's his fear, maybe it’s just instinct. They should ask. They won’t."

Little excerpt from a fanfic I'm writing of my ocs. (Does it count as fanfic if I'm the author?)

Amaryllis's pronouns are they/them and Killian's is he/him.

[yourfeeder]

Birthday afterparty

👑🐉

Warring: this writing has smut and slight food play!, you have been warned.

Eventho your birthday party ending veo still had plans, sorta like an after party person. Veo had Readen and loku tie him up with gold rope. "Comfy V?" The angel asked, the wings over thier face twitching for being happy to help someone out.

"I'm fine really." Veo snarked out.

"This looks more than disgusting." Readen stuck his tongue out and sat the four bottles of honey on the bedside table.

The electric demigod had no part of tieing the other up, just being the honey bringer.

"Yeah, now both of you get out, my mates on the way." Veo rolled his eyes and watched the others leave, but not before

Loku put a big golden bow on veos chest.

Veo leg out a small hiss at the angel, he wasn't to fond of others touching him especially on his chest, stomach and back areas. The angel turned the light off when they left and also closed the door behind themselves.

The dragon leaned back, this position was a little more than uncomfortable but he perked up when he heard the sound of your keys jiggling to unlock the door.

"V?, where are you?." You called out into the dark room. You were Slighty worried about him because he left the party alot earlier then expected. Flipping on the light you looked to the side of you.

"Oh my..." you said looking at the bed where veo was tied at, the gold rope looked like it was going to break from being so tightly constricted against his big chest. The bow was the topping on the cake it sat right between his boobs.

You made your way over, and finally noticed the honey on the bedside table.

"You did all this for me?." Veo nodded his head slowly. "For your birthday." He muttered clearly embarrassed.

Veo moved his head to the side trying to avoid your gaze when your grabbed his cheeks into your hand. "This was stuipd I'm sorry." He narrowed is eyes and moved his hands to cut the rope. "No,no. It's not stupid. I like the gift." You grabbed the bow that was on his chest. "My gift." You say and kiss him. You tugged on the tight rope making him hiss out lightly, kissing his cheek you started down to his neck.

"And what's this for?." You moved away making him whine, grabbing a bottle of honey yoh squeezed some out to taste. "I don't know." He answered back, his tail wagging slightly. "I'm sure you don't." You giggled. Veo has always done that, saying he doesn't know about something when it makes him nervous or embarrassed.

Thinking for a second you started to have an idea. You started to squeeze the cool honey on Veos chest, making it glisten and covered with the sweet substance.

Taking you tounge you licked it off, most of it fell between his tit's but that was even better honestly. "That are you doing?." The used the second pair of eyes to watch you carefully. "I'm enjoying my snack, am I not allowed to do that?." Veo huffed, smoke coming from his nostrils. "Get on with it."

He coo'd out. You noticed how the honey got hotter the longer it was on his skin, maybe it's because he's a dragon and his body ran hot or it was just becoming room temperature now.

You squeezed on the others tit's and started to bite and suck on the left, his boobs was easily one of your favorite things about the other. You liked how firm, they were also good pillows. You Relished in the soft moans and whimpers of the king. Taking a small breath through your nose you raise up to give him a kiss.

He gave you a soft purr in response.

"You're so sweet V."

You got in your favorite position, on his lap grinding your hole against his cock before pushing it in earing a moan from the other and a whimper from yourself. "You feel so nice.~" veo said lowly, close to your ear. He wanted to grab you and hurry this up but this was your gift. You run your head to the back of his head and pull his hair.

He hissed slightly but it was better than you pulling on his poor sensitive horns.

The room was full of skin on skin sounds and you twos moans.

After it was all over veo cut himself loose with one of his claws. "You could've gotten out this whole time?." You said widen eyed. "Of course I could, didn't want to though." He pulled you back into his chest eventho It was sticky from the honey. "We need a shower." You giggled. "Yeah, I suppose so."

"Aster, why are you outside veos door?." Readen asked the siren that had tears in her eyes. "I just wanted to give ___ my gift..." there isn't any telling of what she heard, but she just placed the gift down outside of the door and hurried to her room.

[the-enigmatic-universe-theory]

Interlude 1

Nebula

I wake in a vast void made of nothing but stars and nebulae, floating with the emptiness that fills my chest, the only purpose that I’ve ever had is gone, with my body. My purpose… Our purpose is to take humans from plane 1, Sollus, and move them to plane 0.5 to possess or offer them powers so they can become Inhabitants under HER jurisdiction so that we can protect Sollus from itself as it’s withering away, however, SHE didn’t understand why some were turning into vile things so bad that some of her children had to go back to plane 0.5 which made the withering even worse, not to mention that group of Inhabitants, changing themselves and others into something different, the Altered. They were the ones who caused the humans to turn their back on us, making HER have no choice but to dwindle making HER beautiful creations, but it backfired making The Altered only pick up on their horrible experiments and wrongdoings. That’s why SHE sent me, to fix all of this, but I failed I am lost in the vast void in between the Tiered planes failing my only mission, the one she entrusted to me. No, I can’t fail her I have to get to Sollus, I have to find a way to get down, if the Tiered planes have a connection to Sollus maybe, just maybe, I can get inside and work my way down and into Sollus, I have to, no matter the cost.

[restinslices]

・❥・Kajsa Helvar・❥・

Kajsa Helvar is one of my fandom ocs. She's Matthias Helvar's sister and you'll find all the writing to do with her here

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Memory🥀

Matthias has a really bad memory which his sister, Kajsa, has a nearly perfect memory. Either way though, they both feel the sting of grief.

More on her and Matthias🥀

[stukh-kosu]

i don't know you lasted this long. prompt from mcflymemes.

When Commander Spock practically drags the Captain through, there is a profound lack of surprise from the nurse. Dr. McCoy and Dr. M'Benga were in the back office, not quite yet aware of the situation. The two would realize in a few short moments, but Ych'a was there in that moment. She finds the emergency kit as Kirk sits down on a biobed, and she meets them across the room. "You know this is a lot of fanfare for a couple of scratches, Commander." The Captain laughs, with some effort. He is the only one laughing as for a moment the Commander and Nurse share a meaningful look.

It's enough for Kirk to lie back on the bed. Without a word she starts the diagnostics while preparing her tray. The scratches, as Kirk calls them, are deep skin tears. "You'll need stitches." She pulls the Autosuture from the kit, followed with the necessary disinfectants.

"I see." The Captain responds, with a nod and a smile. The biobed chooses then to complains. "So how bad is it?" He asks.

Ych'a hums a soft response as she reads over the screen. "It looks like some bone bruising, but I'll have Dr. McCoy check it over as well once I've closed up those open wounds." There's no arguments there, the two commanding officers allowing her to working in relative silence.

It's a few minutes into working Dr. McCoy finally comes from the back office, with a slight scowl. "What'd you do this time, Jim?" He asks, gaining a small strained laugh from Jim. Ych'a places her hand on his chest to make him stop moving.

"The Gorn happened, Bones." McCoy rolls his eyes, and sighs.

"I don't know how you lasted this long." The good Doctor grumbles as he comes around the bed to read the diagnostics for himself. "You're bruised to hell and back, but you'll be fine after a couple days of bed rest." Kirk nods, and Ych'a swears that she can see Spock's shoulders relax ever so slightly. In past incidents she was used to the Captain attempting to weasel out of bed rest, but perhaps today was enough of a fight for him.

"All finished, Captain." Ych'a places the Autosuture back on the tray delicately and without much noise. "Is there anything else I can assist with?" The Vulcan woman asks, as good natured as possible. The response is a shake of the head, and so she takes her kit and tray and cleans her mess.

As she walks away, very clearly she can hear McCoy beginning to interrogate the Captain.

[dotashor]

Diary Entry 2

======================================== I made this short scene about an oc I have named Mell, I wanted to show some of my old work since my newer work is shorter and not as detailed as I want it to be ======================================= ( !!WARNING!! This short story contains abuse, yelling, and bad language )

Mell slowly walked down the stairs, each step creating a creak in the floor. Her mouth opened as her head bent back in a long yawn as it drooped back down, once she stepped down on the downstairs floor she lifted her hand onto the side of her mouth calling out “Mom I’m awake..!” She had a bit of worry in her voice as she awkwardly smiled towards the kitchen. Her body was lowered to the ground mostly as she once again began to step towards the kitchen carefully “I told you to get out of bed at 5:00.” Her mother said in a stern lowered tone, she turned to look at Mells terrified face as she watched Mells mouth frown completely, her mouth shook as her body began to close itself off hugging herself..Her hands gripping tightly onto her long tail as the skin turned red from the hard squeeze “Mom I’m sorry I didn’t see the time..” Her mother looked at her in disgust as her grip tightened to the pan she was using to cook food.

 “That’s not a FUCKING EXCUSE Mell Marie.” She quickly lifted the pan into the air as the eggs flung onto the wall with a splat “I don't think you have the right mind set Mell.” Her hand lowered in a side ways motion slamming the pan across Mells dark skin leaving a radiant red mark on Mells left hand side cheek, Mell whimpered in pain, her hands shaking as both of them touched the painful burn on her cheek “I..I’m sorry M-..Mom...please forgive me I didn’t mean to wake up so late..!” 

Her mother just slammed the pan onto Mells forehead sending her head back a little. Mell screamed in pain and agony falling backwards onto the cold hard checkered floor, 

The pan formed a cut on her forehead as the blood slowly escaped flowing down her head onto her hair, the blood dried leaving the strains hard and stained. “I don’t think you will ever understand. And don’t you dare start crying or I’ll give you a REAL reason to cry.” Mell resisted the urge to cry as her whole body shook from head to toe, she weakly lifted herself with her left elbow then slammed her hand down pushing herself upwards “I learned my lesson mother please believe me..” She got nothing but a cold stare from her mother. ============================================= Im not SUPER proud of this but I would like to hear anyones opinions and suggestions on how to make my writing sound better.. ============================================= ~🖤

[catoswound]

ocwriting is so hard when u realise how clueless u r abt what everything is called

[nitroverse]

Who are we?!

We’re Night and Astro! Artists of all trades. We’ll mostly post oc oneshots and stories, occasionally we’ll post random oddities that aren’t stories for the fun of it.

A quick ‘get to know me’ about us!

Night: 22, they/them, a jack of all trades with immense random knowledge. The only god you need.

Astro: 21, she/her, likes drawing and thinking about outer space. The dumbest smart person you know.

Annnnd that’s us! If you ever want to know more and get to know us personally, just ask we’ll be happy to answer!

#ocwriters #writers #artists #ocs #Nitro #Night #Astro

[dihuang]

I actually know a lot of these people here because they are @ocwriters (at High Ground Coffee House) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoEFw28LOKo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[pastel-trans]

Vampires and Blades

Emil x Male!Reader

(Y/n) walked down an empty street, hands shoved in his jacket pocket. It was a slow night at the diner, a few strange customers but that was nothing new for him. Releasing a sigh, (e/c) eyes looked ahead seeing a group at the mouth of an alleyway. Being the smart person he was, he chose to cross the street to avoid any kind of conflict.

Once across the street, (Y/n) could feel eyes on his back causing him to tense slightly. A whistle was heard from the group he avoided, his eyes moved to glance at the group. A sense of paranoia rose from the male as he noticed that the group was gone.

Picking up his pace, he turned a corner hoping to get home much faster. Just as he passed by a narrow gap between buildings, a hand-pulled him into the darkness. (Y/n) fought against his assailant swinging his free arm only for it to be caught. His jaw was grabbed, the hand forcing his head to slam into the wall behind him. (E/c) eyes slammed shut from the jolt of pain that went from his skull to the rest of his body.

Dark chuckles surrounded the stunned male as he tried to gain some kind of sense of what was happening. "Lookit what we got here lads. A might nice looking meal don't ya agree?" jeers and mocking could be heard from the surrounding thugs. Slowly (Y/n) was able to open his eyes to see what was happening around him. When he did, his eyes widened at what he saw in front of him.

The larger man that held him to the wall had a wide sinister grin that showed very large fangs. Of course, he heard of vampires, but in stories. Not once did he believe them to be real, or in his town. His body began to shake in the hold of the monster in front of him, he knew that they planned to kill him.

The man holding (Y/n) to the wall, chuckled darkled as he leaned close to the frightened male. Nuzzling his face into the man's neck and inhaling deeply. "Perfection, we certainly picked a fine one tonight." (Y/n) thrashed around kicking the man in the stomach surprising him and dropping the (h/c).

Quickly the male scurried for the opening hoping he had bought himself some time when in reality it only angered the group. With one swift movement, the male was dragged back by his leg, a yell of pain ripping from his throat as claws dug into the skin. "You ain't goin' nowhere love."

Body flipped over, (e/c) eyes wide with more fear than before. (Y/n) couldn't move, seeing all the wide mouths full of fangs. He didn't want to die, he still had many things he wanted to accomplish. Just as one of the vampires leaned down to rip into the frightened male, the sound of flesh being sliced echoed through the narrow alleyway. Everyone froze, watching as the one beast that was going for a bite suddenly fell to the ground.

A knife was wedged in the back of his head, smoke was slowly rising from the wound. All the other vampires scanned the area, their senses on high alert to find where the attacker was. "A bit rude to be attacking an innocent like that after a clear long day of work. I suppose it is no surprise coming from low-life leeches such as yourselves."

All eyes turned to a figure standing at the opening of the narrow alleyway. A street light brought small illumination to silver hair and glowing blue eyes. All vampires growled the leader being the loudest, "Don't just stand there, get the bloody moron." (E/c) eyes watched from the ground as this stranger easily cut down three of the vampires as if he was cutting through warm butter. Their split bodies fell with a sickening splat.

The stranger strolled into the alleyway, a short sword held in one hand, fresh blood dripping from the blade. "Come now, for bloodsuckers you don't have a very good sense of smell." The sight of movement behind the silver-haired stranger caught the attention of (Y/n) and the leader of the group. A tail, this stranger had a tail.

The leader growled lowly, swiftly picking up the still stunned human. A claw held to his throat as a clear threat. (Y/n) body shook unsure of what to do, his hands clenching into fists as he looked at the stranger with pleading eyes. "Bleedin' mutt. So the rumours were true about a wolf hunter. Ha! Ya must've been the runt!" The stranger ignored the vampire's remark, deep blue eyes staring into (e/c) ones. Silent words were said between the two, (Y/n) seeming to calm slightly just from the simple gaze.

In the blink of an eye, the claw wrapped around (Y/n) throat disappeared, and a pained scream erupted from behind. Slowly the male turned around to see the man that had just held him, hostage, seeing only a bloody mess and the stranger. Blood dripped from the short blade, the steel gleaming slightly as the stranger turned towards (Y/n).

(Y/n) stood frozen unsure of what to do, as the Silvretta slowly walked towards him. The short blade being raised caused the male to flinch and step back. The other hand of the stranger wiped off the blood with a cloth. Blue eyes looked up towards the shaken male causing him to freeze. A glinting smile grew on the face of the silhouette showing large canines.

"Are you alright mister? They didn't hurt you too much did they?" (Y/n) slightly shook his head, tongue and mind unable to form words. His (e/c) eyes not leaving the blade still held in the hunter's hand. Noticing the fearing gaze pointed to the blade, the stranger was quick to sheath it.

"Sorry, you don't need to be scared of me. I'm here to help. Let's get out of this alleyway and I'll properly introduce myself. Alright?" The stranger offered a hand to (Y/n), the ominous smile turning to one of gentleness. (Y/n) nodded turning and very quickly walking out of the ally letting the weight of everything finally hit him. Once on the sidewalk, the (h/c) knees buckled under him.

The stranger was quick to catch (Y/n) before he fully hit the ground. "Why don't we get you somewhere safe so you can get some rest." The stranger scooped the still shocked male easily into his arms. "My name is Emil by the way, I'm a werewolf and hunt vampires for a living. I'll be your rescuer today." (Y/n) looked up at Emil, now seeing the ears upon his head, as well as seeing the wagging of his tail.

A sense of calm flowed over the now tired (h/c) haired male. Slowly exhaustion overcame the male, his (e/c) eyes beginning to close. Before he fell fully into the welcoming arms of sleep, he heard the gentle voice of his saviour. "Sleep well, you're in safe paws now."

[shetolae]

The Gladiator; from the journals of Shetolae

The Gladiator 

He was an outsider, relatively new to our people only by a few months, Ada tells me. He worked his way through the Ring, becoming a beloved champion beside Ada Jaedi, the only one to meet a stalemate with my proud champion. She suggested I meet him, if not for any other reason but acknowledge his power in the Ring, and congratulate him on his earned honor.

It had been many moons since the Stars turned to dust, when Ada approached me with the idea that I might meet Him; though in my mind I thought there would never be enough moons between my abandonment and the eventuality that I might… move on. That is not to disregard my adoration for my dearest, Isolde. The fruit of my gaze; always cheery, resolute in her want to please. I love her, but she does not fill that dark void he left in me.

And that is alright, I sequestered myself to feeling the emptiness in my bed, bath, heart… meals, walks, advisory councils, ceremonies… parades.

But, it is time I tell a new story. One I might construct free from tethers of the past and mulings of the future. The honesty in it is that the Sun does not need stars around her.

So it was that Ada Jaedi came before me, wishing for me to meet the legendary gladiator. The surprise in our meeting was his complete lack of care for our style and respect. He met my eyes, he did not bow at the waist, he brought pause in speaking Min’da allowed. I didn’t like him, his suave arrogance was frustrating. 

It was but a brief moment in passing when we met. I entered the Ring, stood upon my dais, and announced my gratitude for his valiant efforts in fighting. It honored the Arkhan’felorel, Dalorar’dieb, and the Min’da. After I placed the champion’s wreath around his head we said few words, and I departed.

Brief. And that is all I thought of it.

A few moons later, Ada had thought to invite me to watch her dance; I mean to say dance with swords in the Ring. To watch her next stalemate with her new partner in war, the Gladiator. So… as the Min’da must, and as admittedly I wished to do, I silently sat upon my dais and watched the fight. Fascinating, swift, and triumphant for Ada Jaedi and her intriguing friend. My poor advisor asked me questions of her style, her flow in fighting… and I had to hold my tongue, as no words could I think to say to her. I hadn’t watched her for a moment; my silver gaze only followed his form. The way he stepped and waltzed between combatants, playing them against another and using their hits to only bolster his next move. It was fascinating if not entrancing. 

I spoke with Ada after the fights were finished, standing in the dust and grime of the Ring. I hadn’t stepped down from the dais in quite some time, and the empty arena still held the electric energy of the battles. We had a few words together, I dared to even laugh at something Ada had snuck into the conversation. Soon though, she left and I remained standing in the dust with the Gladiator. I was bold, my eyes not shying away from watching him as he gazed around the Ring watching his compatriots grab their things and depart. 

And then we traded gazes and I lost myself for a moment; I sank into the well of golden eyes that peered at me. I’m sure my breath left my lungs. He did not falter in his step toward me. One single step forward, turning his form towards mine and peering down at me… though a few strides still remained between us. I, however, did falter. I hesitated and blinked from my enamored state, straightening and smiling at him politely. I hope Elune shadowed the heat that met my cheeks. 

I felt the mantle of Min’da settle onto my shoulders, and I lifted my chin to gaze at the Gladiator. 

“Dare I say that I wish to hear more of your technique… will you join me for dinner at Bindel Min’da in a moon’s wake?”

He bowed his head and I held my breath to hear his words. 

“Yes, Min’da. It will be my foremost pleasure.”

“I look forward to it. Be sure to not bring too much of the Ring’s grime into Bindel Min’da.”

He dared to smirk at me, “I will do my best to honor that request.”

A moon’s slumber passed and I paced my way through the day. I would not admit it to anyone, nary myself at that time, but I was looking forward to our meal together. He was a different animal entirely― and I don’t mean to imply any sort of druidic sense about him, as I’d not entertain him in my home or my city if such a thing were true.

Our dinner was quaint and filling. The typical variety of grains, fish, and spiced accouterments I preferred. Afterwards we retired to the next room, and I found my normal seat on the chaise. To my surprise, the Gladiator joined me and sat only an arm’s length away. I tried not to look at him.

He knew I’d notice right away when he came closer and ever so slightly leaned towards me. I watched him for a time, with what I imagine to be a gaze of nervousness and bated breath. I moved my eyes to the floor and he came closer, our knees touching and his hand eventually finding a gentle touch on my thigh.

“You won’t meet my gaze anymore.”

I denied it and caught gold with silver, blushing and trembling under his piercing eyes. The Min’da melted away and I was speechless, a deer caught in the gaze of a predator.

He leaned in and I watched his eyes drop to my lips, studying me with such hunger. This moment was unlike such I’d experienced before… it was slow and seething and warm and gentle. Nothing harsh and rushed and… I melted in his presence now. 

He could see me still as his lips gently grazed mine, and he chuckled. His breath tickled my lips. 

I took a breath as if it’d be my last before our kiss, but instead I tore myself from the moment and leaned away. 

I was afraid. What was the journey I was beginning? Was it one of abandonment and heartbreak? Why would I walk such a road of triumph to be left again? Would I?

I could feel the warmth of his fingertips sinking through my dress, and his hand slowly travel from my leg to my waist. 

My doubts melted away as I finally peered back at him, my silent acceptance of what might happen. And then my heart fell, as he pulled back from me… relinquishing the kiss that hadn’t happened.

Instead, he lifted my hand in his… and pressed his lips into my palm. I was entranced.

“The palm that leads the earth. Through fire and arcane she builds anew.”

He had kissed my palm, the brazier which so often holds my fire and flame and destruction… he walked up to it and singed his lips against the fire. 

When I retracted my hand from his grasp, he tilted his head ever so slightly. I straightened in my seat, my expression a clear war of concern and wanton dreaming.

My hand fell back to the chaise, and his grip on my waist gently tightened. His smirk didn’t falter as he came close again. His lips barely brushed my own, and he whispered to me:

“Do not spite me for what I must do next,”

“I won’―”

And he kissed me.

[riverisdead]

OC drabble

The sounds of the woods surrounded them, their breath fogging up in the dim light. Rhazien poked at the burning wood with his sword, the tip glowing red as the fire crackled. He sighs and looks behind him at the tall, shivering woman he had grown to despise. If she hadn’t showed him up on the last day of the tournament, she wouldnt have landed in this position. Who even taught her to fight like that? 

He shook off the thought, trying not to let it get to him. Delona chattered her teeth, and he turned back around to the fire, turning the rabbit over it slowly. He started to smell the flesh burning and his mouth watered instantly despite the foul odor. Rhazien took the rabbit off of the heat and it steamed in the snowy air. 

“Here,” he offered her the food and she takes it from his hand eagerly, ripping off a leg. He turns back and pokes a stick through another skinned rabbit, praising the heavens for allowing them to find a den. Sighing, the prince thinks back to the day they had, and the losses they endured. He puts his face in his hand and winces, just noticing a cut left on his eyebrow from the struggle. His eyes squeeze shut. There was too much new blood shed today. He didn’t even know where his trainees were. All because the two of them had given conflicting orders. They didnt even know where their horses were.

Delona clears her throat and he snaps his eyes open, noticing the rabbit on the fire becoming over-done on one side. 

“Are you alright?” She asks, disgruntled. He turns the rodent and grimaces. 

“Yes, yeah- I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” she says inbetween bites.

He sighs and clenches his fist. He couldn’t hold back his anger any more.

“I’m perfect actually. Because of you, we lost two good men. They had just finished their training and I knew they weren’t ready for a mission like this, but you,” He took a deep breath, twirling around to face her. “You insisted they were prepared.”

“They were perfectly capable. The problem wasnt their capability, it was your inability to work with me. You gave orders that contradicted mine. That seems like your fault.” She burps and tosses the bone she was chewing on to the ground. 

“Your orders were going to get them killed. I tried to save them from that.” His voice raised.

“Well look what good your ‘saving’ did. I went over that drill with them for months. I knew what we were going into when we entered that cave. We all heard the briefing.” She retorted, her tone matching his. 

“Maybe if you took the time to tell me what plan of attack you were going to use before-hand, I couldve stopped you. But no, you waited until we were in the thick of it to say anything.” 

“You’re just mad because you didnt pay attention at the meeting. We agreed on a plan while you stood in the corner sulking. All because that whore didn’t love you.” She gasps after realizing what she had said. She hoped he hadnt heard the hint of jealousy in her voice. If he had, he was too hurt by her words to say anything about it. 

“Do you ever learn when to shut the fuck up?” He yelled, his voice carrying in the still air of the woods. 

She sat quietly for a moment, staring at him, before saying, “your dinner is burning.” She got up and took a few steps into the trees surrounding the small clearing, coughing a bit due to the cold. He scrambled to take his food off of the fire, and the charred flesh smoked sadly. The arguing was second-nature for him at this point, and it didnt take much for him to become focused on his food. Although it was burnt to shit, Rhazien devoured it, keeping the bones in a pile on the ground. 

He looked around and didn’t see his companion. For a moment he became concerned, but pushed the thought to the back of his mind. Delona was capable enough to take care of herself. He fiddled with the bones, picking up a sharp rock and beginning to sharpen the femur into a point. Once he decided it was sharp enough he made notches in the sides of the head of the femur, whittling them down so the bone resembled a dagger. He sat and thought a moment, before taking down one of his braids and taking the string from it. Wrapping the string in the grooves he made, he tied a knot at the bone and one further along the string. He held it up and examined his craftsmanship, deciding the necklace was good enough to keep.

As he whittled down another bone, he heard a twig snap behind him. Rhazien jumped and turned quickly, brandishing the finished weapon in his hand. 

“Cool art project.” Delona says, a bundle of sticks and a few logs in her arms. Her fur stuck up around her face, framing it nicely in the firelight. He relaxes and turns back around, sitting in front of the fire.

[yourfeeder]

Birthday afterparty

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Warring: this writing has smut and slight food play!, you have been warned.

Eventho your birthday party ending veo still had plans, sorta like an after party person. Veo had Readen and loku tie him up with gold rope. "Comfy V?" The angel asked, the wings over thier face twitching for being happy to help someone out.

"I'm fine really." Veo snarked out.

"This looks more than disgusting." Readen stuck his tongue out and sat the four bottles of honey on the bedside table.

The electric demigod had no part of tieing the other up, just being the honey bringer.

"Yeah, now both of you get out, my mates on the way." Veo rolled his eyes and watched the others leave, but not before

Loku put a big golden bow on veos chest.

Veo leg out a small hiss at the angel, he wasn't to fond of others touching him especially on his chest, stomach and back areas. The angel turned the light off when they left and also closed the door behind themselves.

The dragon leaned back, this position was a little more than uncomfortable but he perked up when he heard the sound of your keys jiggling to unlock the door.

"V?, where are you?." You called out into the dark room. You were Slighty worried about him because he left the party alot earlier then expected. Flipping on the light you looked to the side of you.

"Oh my..." you said looking at the bed where veo was tied at, the gold rope looked like it was going to break from being so tightly constricted against his big chest. The bow was the topping on the cake it sat right between his boobs.

You made your way over, and finally noticed the honey on the bedside table.

"You did all this for me?." Veo nodded his head slowly. "For your birthday." He muttered clearly embarrassed.

Veo moved his head to the side trying to avoid your gaze when your grabbed his cheeks into your hand. "This was stuipd I'm sorry." He narrowed is eyes and moved his hands to cut the rope. "No,no. It's not stupid. I like the gift." You grabbed the bow that was on his chest. "My gift." You say and kiss him. You tugged on the tight rope making him hiss out lightly, kissing his cheek you started down to his neck.

"And what's this for?." You moved away making him whine, grabbing a bottle of honey yoh squeezed some out to taste. "I don't know." He answered back, his tail wagging slightly. "I'm sure you don't." You giggled. Veo has always done that, saying he doesn't know about something when it makes him nervous or embarrassed.

Thinking for a second you started to have an idea. You started to squeeze the cool honey on Veos chest, making it glisten and covered with the sweet substance.

Taking you tounge you licked it off, most of it fell between his tit's but that was even better honestly. "That are you doing?." The used the second pair of eyes to watch you carefully. "I'm enjoying my snack, am I not allowed to do that?." Veo huffed, smoke coming from his nostrils. "Get on with it."

He coo'd out. You noticed how the honey got hotter the longer it was on his skin, maybe it's because he's a dragon and his body ran hot or it was just becoming room temperature now.

You squeezed on the others tit's and started to bite and suck on the left, his boobs was easily one of your favorite things about the other. You liked how firm, they were also good pillows. You Relished in the soft moans and whimpers of the king. Taking a small breath through your nose you raise up to give him a kiss.

He gave you a soft purr in response.

"You're so sweet V."

You got in your favorite position, on his lap grinding your hole against his cock before pushing it in earing a moan from the other and a whimper from yourself. "You feel so nice.~" veo said lowly, close to your ear. He wanted to grab you and hurry this up but this was your gift. You run your head to the back of his head and pull his hair.

He hissed slightly but it was better than you pulling on his poor sensitive horns.

The room was full of skin on skin sounds and you twos moans.

After it was all over veo cut himself loose with one of his claws. "You could've gotten out this whole time?." You said widen eyed. "Of course I could, didn't want to though." He pulled you back into his chest eventho It was sticky from the honey. "We need a shower." You giggled. "Yeah, I suppose so."

"Aster, why are you outside veos door?." Readen asked the siren that had tears in her eyes. "I just wanted to give ___ my gift..." there isn't any telling of what she heard, but she just placed the gift down outside of the door and hurried to her room.

[themaskedbreather]

You don't have any money

Your clothes don't feel right

You smile during the day

You grind your teeth at night

You laugh so you don’t cry

Ignore what you should face

You rearrange the furniture,

Yet, you’re still in the same old place.

Who are you?

Keep running from the question

What do you feel?

You’re too afraid to mention.

You mistake the weight you carry

With love and affection.

- Alana Young (me)