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It was a line I'd heard in previous lives. The fate of the world was at stake. Life, liberty, and the Solarian way would fall if someone didn't act. It was the clarion call of nationalism and idealism, the thought that the people who looked like you, sounded like you, and grew up in the same microcosm as you had to be right. Right because they thought the way you thought and their worldview matched your own and if they were right, then those who thought different were, by process of elimination, wrong. And it was the sacred duty of those in the right to spread the truth far and wide.
By the sword, if necessary.
Re-coil by J.T. Nicholas
#to be fair there might be a zombie apocalypse on the horizon#but who knows#megacorps gonna megacorp#re-coil#bookblr#science fiction#books#J. T. Nicholas#from the perspective of a character who once fought for governments and large space corporations
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Me and @marywhal went to Dracuthon (live reading of Dracula.) Thank you, Allison for pictures <3 <3 <3
The speakers all had superb comedic timing and I had bought the manga version to read along!! I got to talk to Matt Kirkland who created Dracula Daily, and I won a goodie bag for my vampire costume :3
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i can't remember if I ever shared my old elita helm design from last yr 😚 anyways here it is incase 😚😚
YEAH HER ANTENNAE ARE MEANT TO BE ROUND TESLA COIL SPAKRS AND I FIND THAT SO COOL LIKE I THINK PAST ME IS SO BIG BRAIN FOR THAT I LOVE TESLA COILS AND I LOVE ELITA WHY NOT MIX THEM (like ik they're not tesla coil tesla coil without the middle but she's an alien and artistic libertry 😔😔)
#AND SHE DEFINITELY SHOCKS PEOPLE WITH THEM!!!!!!#They're the thor hammer for her#she conducts so much fucking energy with them like im pretty sure she could open a lorentzian wormhole mixed with her times powers#that's a joke btw do you know the power needed to conduct one of those it's absolutely insane#im making her overpowered as fuck but let's face it her only being able to use her time powers like one w/out dying cancels that out#I saw tesla coils being used in a show and I loved them to the point i put them on my silly#And yeah the energon strips in her hair are meant to be like ribbons!! Idk what the bun it's inspired by is called :')#fan art#transformers#elita one#elita 1#transformers fanart#maccadams#maccadam#Re design#I have so much elita art from tbe past like 2 years
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Thinking about Julian's little nicknacks. Ignore sloan.
This one in paticular! who even is she!
#i cant name half the objects he keeps in his quarters#hes filled his house with chintz. to keep it real i fuck him on the floor#dude just has coiled bits of steel stuck to the wall...?#and what is that thing next to kukalaka#i think jadzia also has that metal globe thing. its probably a re-used prop#dare i say its poignant how his room is full of empty vases with no flowers#garak has a vase full of flowers in The Wire (that he smashed on the ground at julians feet)#did julian give them to him? he was the only one looking out for him at that time#is that why he smashed them too?#huh#anyway#julian bashir#ds9
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Coiled and Cursed: Watching (Heisenberg's POV)
Karl meets Hope for the first time in the Village under Miranda's watchful eye
“Heisenberg I would like you to make me something, however, you might need to size it first. I would like to come to my lab as soon as possible.”
“What would it be, Mother?”
“A mask that cannot be removed by its wearer.”
“Yes, Mother, I will be there at once.”
Heisenberg made his way to Mother Miranda’s lab, toolbox, sheets of metal and a thick chain floated behind him . He had no idea what Mother Miranda was up to, he figured it had something to do with her recent little ‘trip’. Did she find a poor new bastard she experimented on? Would he be like a mindless lycan or would he be one of the ‘lucky’ ones? Heisenberg figured whatever the situation, it seemed if Mother Dearest needed a collar and a mask it would be one of the feral ones. “Must be a snappy little shit. Surprised it’s giving Miranda trouble.” He took out a cigar and lit it, taking it in slow before releasing it in a tired breath . Why did he have to be him having to do her dirty work? Why can’t she get someone else to build a damn thing?
“Oh right, no one needs to know Mother Miranda’s dirty laundry. Can’t have the people know she is a psycho bitch.” Karl huffed in thought. His thick boots clicked against the wet stone floor as he made his way down into a tunnel. He saw the dim glow of a light bouncing off the far wall. She was there, waiting. Heisenberg took in another drag shaking his head before picking up speed. Even though he was her favorite, he still got snapped at for his timely manner. The last thing he wanted was the psycho mother to be yelling at him. He was already in an irritable mood and didn't need more on top of it. He had just had a break in his research and now he had to be pulled away from it.
He made it to an old iron gate that swung open without a single touch of his hand, the squeak of the iron hinges. It seemed Mother wasn’t in the main room so she must be in the back. He wrinkled his nose frowning, “Shit, fish freak is here too. Why the hell is he here?” Heisenberg mentally prepared himself for the onslaught of questions and annoyances he was about to face as rounded a corner and headed to the back of the lab. He could hear the sound of ice cubes sloshing about or was that just the Fish Freak moving?
Karl came into the room, metal still floating around him as he saw Mother Miranda looking into a darkened cell. Moreau was there, as he suspected, but was moving large containers of ice into the cell. He looked up excitedly at the sound of Heisenberg,
“Lord Heisenberg! You are here,” The fish man stuttered, smiling that sick toothy grin. “We were just finishing up with the restraints.” He disappeared into the darkness while dumping the ice into what he assumed was a tub. He heard a whimper from within.
Karl blew out a ring of smoke , eyebrows furrowed, “ Ya putting the thing on ice? Why not just sedate ‘em?”
“Not a thing, my dear, your new sister or rather perhaps servant.” He saw Miranda frown slightly, perhaps frustrated she still hadn’t got her way again. “ She seems to not take to the cadou as well but still appears to be more capable than the lycans and ones before. ” Miranda replied calmly, turning to Karl. “As for ‘icing’ her as you say, putting her on ice is far more effective than sedating, it seems she has become immune to the chemical anyhow. Now, come, see.” Heisenberg's lips turned into a thin line and nodded.
“Fuck me! Another one?” Heisenberg threw down his cigar stomping on it before motioning for his materials to follow him into the dark cell. He lowered them gently to the ground with a wave of his hand as he now peered into the darkness. Moreau was blubbering to the thing in the black dirty tub but it didn’t reply. His eyes finally adjusted to the darkness and he saw it…her. There in the ice filled tub was a woman, mostly submerged in the icy black water but from what was visible the tops of her knees, shoulders and neck even flecked along her chin and sides of her face were serpentine scales. “What the hell?”
Her head was rolled to one side, lips blue and her body shivering. Eyes half open, lifeless. Was she even alive? “She’s alive, my son, just frozen. It seems the snake DNA from Master Spencer’s own creation seems to have taken a large portion of her own now. It’s rather unfortunate but good for situations like these. Winter will be troublesome for her, the poor thing.” Miranda moved beside him and gently stroked the woman’s pale face. She twitched but nothing more. Karl now noticed the puncture wounds in Mother Miranda’s, was that from this little snake lady? He would have chuckled if he had been alone but had to keep his composure. The woman’s body tensed up when Miranda moved to touch her, the muscles in the woman’s throat twitched yet she didn’t move. He could see now in the dim light bruising around her neck. Karl knew from previous experiences years ago what would happen if you denied the ‘affection’ of the Black Goddess.
Heisenberg was broken out of his thoughts by the cold voice of Miranda. “Now I see you have brought the items I asked for, how long will it take to make?” The Iron Lord raised his eyebrows, but nodded into a bow,
“I could have it done by tonight, Mother. I will have to go back to the factory to use the forge for a few things but I can return here tonight with it .” Usually he would take time with his creations but , in this case he wanted this mask thing complete in done so he could go onto more important things. He would finish it tonight. He could practically hear the woman smile,
“Good, I will leave you to it. Moreau, let us leave Lord Heisenberg to work in peace. Let us know if she needs more ice, my son.” Miranda walked out of the cell silently followed by the loud sloshy and slurrping of Moreau. He could hear the fish freak muttering praises to their ‘mother’ and talk to her quickly as she nodded or shook her head to him. Once Karl knew he was alone he returned his attention back to the woman frozen before him. He saw her dark green eyes slide to him as he approached her. He saw her body twitch but she made no motion to move . It made him think of how jerky and strange Angie, Donna’s doll could move sometimes.
Now alone with her, he studied her carefully while the metal flew about him waiting for him to decide what to choose. The woman’s face was pale, sunken as if she had not eaten in sometime. Her green eyes were dull without any will or life left in them. Her hair was a strange color, he thought it was black at first but with the small light showing on it, it was purple. Karl noticed too when he knelt closer to her, causing the woman to try to move away but unable to, faded ink was on her cheeks, the top of her shoulders and clavicle but due to the forming of the scales, they had become faded, distorted. Freckles also faded from the mutation and were dimming. The woman’s skin was turning entirely reptilian. Fucking weird, and ballsy for Miranda to take someone so different, someone that could easily be recognizable, someone easily enough to be missed. Maybe that’s why the change was so intense? Heisenberg let his gloved hand slide to lift her chin causing the woman to stiffen and her eyes to close as if not to look at him. His thumb rubbing her chin he smirked, “Odd little thing, aren’t ya?” The woman didn’t open her eyes; she just remained still and stiff like a corpse.
He chuckled, “Quiet too.” He looked her face over and then down to her neck as well as chest or what was visible of it at least. His eyebrows furrowed, there was a gnarly looking cut from the top of the sternum and down. Heisenberg couldn’t see how far the large cut went for her body in the cold dark water but he guessed it went all the way down to her navel: similar to how he and Alincia’s was. He breathed through his nose harshly, trying to center himself. Karl took her face in his hands and then let a finger run down her neck gently causing the woman to shiver and let out the tiniest of whimpers but again she refused to open her eyes or move her lips.
Tough cookie. Karl huffed in amusement again, shaking his head as he pulled out a long strap of leather. He put it around her neck to measure the proper size, as another tremor went through her body. He would have to make it tight or Mother would think he was slacking. She whimpered softly and he saw her closed eyes wince. Heisenberg noted the measurements removed the strap from her neck. He then moved it further up to measure how large a mask he would need to make, he again saw her wince with the touch. Once more he took notes of the size and withdrew it from her.
Karl's hand paused as he pulled it back, her shoulders started to shake and her eyes fluttered open, a single tear raced down her face as she looked up at him. Her lips trembled and another tear raced down her cheek. She turned her face away quickly, her wet purple hair now hiding her face from view. Karl didn't say anything just huffed in a response. He gave her another once over before standing and bringing his items to a nearby table to work. Heisenberg felt the eyes of the serpent girl on him from the darkness, it made him shiver slightly.
“Well, what do you think of her?” Heisenberg looked up at the sound of his mother. Moreau was nowhere to be found, he must have dragged himself back to the hell hole he called home. Great, now he was the soul attention of Miranda. Not something he wanted. He better be careful with his choice of words.
“She’s quiet but seems pretty hardy.” Heisenberg looked to Miranda before turning back to the materials he brought his hands waving about as things pieced and sorted themselves together. God what the hell couldn’t she just leave, or he could just do it back at the factory and work on all of it there?
“Because she wants to watch over me that’s why.”
“She has a lot of spirit, like you, it’s a shame she is a failure otherwise.” Heisenberg stiffened and for a moment a tremor of disturbance rattled the materials he was working on. It was only a brief moment of weakness before it smoothed out again, though it only took a moment for Miranda to notice it. The eyes from the darkness were still watching him.
“I hope she won’t be a waste to you, mother.” The gilded woman laughed softly. Karl didn’t hear her move, he never does, but he felt her presence behind him. He felt her long pointed nails gently brush the back of his ragged hair a side, he tried to quell the shiver that ran up his spine.
“Dear, you know I never waste, everything has its purpose.”
“Yes mother.” Heisenberg could practically hear her smile before she withdrew her fingers from his hair.
“Do tell me before you leave for the factory. I would like to see what it looks like before the final pieces are set in.” Mother Miranda’s voice was cold as ever with only a light bit of amusement to her tone. Karl turned his head just so to see her leaving the room, her long robes hushing the floor around them. He waited till he knew she was gone far away enough to let out the breath he was holding onto. Heisenberg shook his head and shoulders,
"Get a hold of yourself, you can’t show weakness especially when you still have an audience watching.” Karl looked over to the woman still freezing in the bathtub. He had felt her eyes leave him as Miranda left, but they had returned to him once again. The Iron Lord turned to look at her with a scowl, “What the hell are you staring at?”
The woman had a look of fear cross her pale features before turning her head away from him and focused now on the door Mother Miranda went through. He could see the muscles in the young woman’s neck strain as if she was willing herself not to look and watch him. She hadn’t said anything to him or even really made much noise. It made Heisenberg wonder if she could even talk at all, or maybe she was just too scared too. Mother Miranda had that effect on people. Heisenberg turned back to the mask, he brought his equipment to solder it together but if Miranda wanted to have it to wear the scaly girl couldn’t take it off, a key to unlock it would be the best option. The style would be similar to that of his soldats zwei but slightly more functional and of course with the straps holding it into place locked with a sort of key. The latter of that would have to be done at the factory for now he would get the base of it done.
Karl held the pieces together with his magnetism while he lined the pieces with the silver solder and welded it together with a torch. Those dark green eyes returned to watch him but as soon as he turned his head to glare at her she looked away. Eventually Heisenberg tried to ignore her and she tended to not watch him the whole time he was working. When Karl did take a glance at her she was glaring at the room Miranda was in, her frozen lips pressed in a thin line there was a darkness about her now. Maybe the icy water effects were wearing off on her. Heisenberg did keep an eye on her but he needed to finish the damn mask as quickly as possible.
#resident evil village#karl heisenberg#karl heisenberg x oc#hope (oc)#hope melusine#coiled and cursed#mother miranda#re village#writing snippets
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The nutrition arm of the NHS is trying to tell people this is a breakfast burrito:
The link to their recipe is broken so I can't investigate further, but this picture probably tells us all we need to know.
#I'm all for providing people with healthier recipes#but that is not a breakfast burrito#it's some kind of omelet (I assume) wrapped in a flatbread#because you couldn't buy a ww tortilla here to save your life (maybe in London if you're lucky)#no idea why it's coiled up like a jelly roll#lots to explore here#I was just looking for some information re: sodium#and instead I got gastronomically hate crimed
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Time for a Dennou Coil rewatch while we wait for The Orbital Children to start next week
I love that the classic handphone survives past the end of the existence of cell phones. The first iPhone came out the year this aired, so the flat phone wasn’t in the zeitgeist yet, but this is such a better skeuomorph for an AR phone than holding your palm to your head. That could mean anything
I adore how all the bots, daemons, and code snippets are cute little yokai. It’s very Shinto, but cyperpunk. I also hadn’t realized the first time I watched this show, but every character is always wearing the AR glasses, it’s just that the art style makes it so that you can barely tell. Their facial expressions aren’t blocked at all, and it’s very clever
I had completely forgotten how strange this was. Yeah this is a world in which AR is as widespread as smartphones are in ours, but it’s this specific town with the killer drones and hostile enforcement of the digital space. There’s absolutely no reason for it
#dennou coil#at some point it was re-anglicized to#den-noh coil#but i don't like punctuation in tags anyway
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Everybody shut up LACUNA COIL IS BACK
#Lacuna coil#new music new music new music#crying screaming hyperventilating etc.#im being normal about it#we haven't had new LC music in so long 😭#if not counting comalies XX#although it's literally the best re interpretation of a band's own songs I've ever listened to it 😌#but i am so happy to have new music#I've been into them for so long#but got a renewed obsession with black anima because i love this album so much#it's my second favourite of them#it's so good#anyway so happy to see they are continuing sounding harsher than before
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"Re-Coil" and a little ramble about authenticity and original characters.
#original characters#art#traditional art#animal art#borzoi#dog#painting#acrylic#primitive wiggles#anthropomorphic#orange
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@idkaboutthesehotdogs
#idkaboutthesehotdogs#got me thinking about how a hotdog machine could function in a practical sense#could make it work with a smaller version of one of those unholy bologna coils wound in the same direction as the hopper mechanism#replace the hopper plate holes with a single long slot going halfway around the disc#and put a horizontal blade at the top of the chute#to cut the hot dog off when the trailing edge of the slot reaches it#the glass bit would need to be a cylinder the same diameter as the base#and I think the hot dog material might need to be really heavy to auto-feed without additional mechanical assistance.#also it would require several quarters (or re-gearing the feed mechanism) to dispense a single hotdog
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A few years ago I made a post comparing DS9 to SGA in the greater schema of the star trek/gate universes' developments, as it's based in a sort of city in the middle of nowhere but next to/containing a Very Important Portal, and there's those one eyebrowless aliens that everybody hates and we're very Invested in them not controlling this area of space anymore.
But then they introduce a new antagonist. This is season 3 stuff, we're really upping our game. Of course there's that one group of rebellious locals who just want to steal your tech and start wars they can't finish, but I'm talking a real new bad guy... the bad guy... who can steal your face and look like anyone.
Not that the Asurans and the Founders really have that much in common, but like... is aliens who can impersonate anyone just the next conceptual step? This comparison started out as a joke, but is there something here???
#my star trek (re)watch#eternal stargate rewatch#was watching 'the adversary' and it weirdly reminded me of both 'first strike' and 'this mortal coil' (which was s4 but whatever)#but apparently the dominion gives the cardassians some trouble in the future much like the asurans do for the wraith#(the last time i watched ds9 was when it was airing and i was 13 so i do not remember anything about what happens unless it involves Dax)#also i was comparing the maquis to the genii here but then i remembered thomas riker... so maybe the maquis are closer to ford's gang?#i mean really the shows are so thematically different that the structural similarities are just amusing to me
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cw: nsfw 18+, MDNI, fever sex, f!reader, lazy writing, not proofread
DEAN is half-lidded, can barely keep his eyes open. You're starting to get worried so you press your palm down against his chest to move away from him, but he grabs your waist, pulling you back down on his cock. “No, no, no, don't stop, don't y'dare stop,”
You whine, “But Dean- you're burning up.” and he really was. You could tell by touching his pecs, the skin too warm under your fingertips, and you could also tell by his pulsing cock inside of you. The hot sensation spreading through your cunt, the warmth traveling up to your belly.
Dean hisses, “It's this pussy- h my God- so warm baby, could stay inside you forever-”
He pushes you skin tight against him with a hand on the small of your back, his arms then circling around your frame as he holds you close, his breath fanning against your lips as he moans lowly
Holding his cheek in your palm, your eyes dance across his face as his head tilts back, eyes rolling from the feeling of your cold hand against him.
“Just like that honey, fuck yourself onto me c'mon. Want y'to cum all over me.” he was mumbling, his words barely coherent, yet his hips never stopped snapping up against you, chasing your hot cunt.
“Jesus, Dean-” you whimper against his lips as you roll your hips in circles, making sure he stays snug inside you, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone making your thighs shake “m gonna cum” you cry out, and he groans, giving you open mouth kisses, his thoughts too fuzzy to even kiss you properly.
Your walls clamp down on him, and he moans, “Yess, yeah that's it- fuck- squeezin' me so damn tight sweetheart-” his cock now gliding easier in and out of your puffy pussy with the help of your wetness
Despite the aftershocks, your body twitching, and your thighs begging you to take a break, you keep going. Now, sloppily fucking yourself down on his warm cock, as you egg him on, “Come on baby, cum for me. I want it s'bad,”
His cheeks are flushed, mouth hanging open n' eyes crossed as he stares into nothing, “Yes yes yes, oh please- please make me cum- i'll do anything just please-”
His voice cracks as he begs you, his hands grabbing onto your thighs, nails digging into your skin as he follows the movements of your hips, feeling the coil in his belly slowly unfold.
You place your hands behind you on his thighs, leaning back as you keep your relentless pace and he groans pathetically, sitting up to moan against your tits as he cums, snapping his hips up against you roughly to make sure he’s as deep as he can go, feeling his cum and your slick messing up the inside of his thick thighs.
You’re panting hard as you slow down, thighs still twitching every now and then as you run your fingers through his hair, murmuring praises against his temple, lips warming up quickly since he was still burning up.
“You okay? you ask, and he nods against your shoulder, moaning huskily when he gives another slow roll up against you, “Dean let's go have a look at you, I’m getting worried baby-”
“Wait.” he snaps his half lidded eyes up to yours, a tear running down his cheek as he grins lazily, “Wanna go again. Please?”
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Hi lactation and breeding kink with max pls!!!!!
breeding | m.v.
warnings!!: smut, p in v sex, lactation kink, breeding kin, mentions of post-partum body insecurities
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Max was absolutely feral about you.
He had thought that he couldn’t resist you before, when you were hot and sexy and all that he desired.
But then you got pregnant, and in his eyes, you were hotter and sexier 10 times over.
So sexy that he was thinking of knocking you up again, only a mere couple of months after you gave birth to your son.
You would be wary of that every time you would find a couple of alone moments, the thought of Max getting you pregnant again very present at the back of your mind.
This time was no different.
Your son had just gone down for his afternoon nap, and Max had found the perfect opportunity to love on his woman.
He had you sprawled on the bed underneath him, his shaft deep inside of you while his mouth was all over your chest. He was biting at the skin of your sensitive and full boobs, sucking every time his tongue would glide over your erect and leaking nipples.
"You look so fucking good" Max whispered against your boobs, making you moan and clench around his thick shaft.
"You feel so good" you whimpered out, your hands burying in the hair at the back of his head.
Max never failed to make you feel like the hottest woman in the world to him, especially since you struggled with your self-consciousness during your pregnancy.
But now, how could you not feel like the hottest woman when Max takes such good care of you?
"These tits are so fucking perfect. So full and plump, feeding our child and helping him grow" his attention was fully on your breasts now, his hips slightly slowing down but still thrusting deeply inside of you.
You couldn't form a single thought, the pleasure you were feeling blinding you to everything else. You had been so busy lately with your baby, you hadn't even felt the extent of your need for Max to just make love to you, fuck you like he used to.
Max was sucking on your nipples, pinching and twisting at them until he noticed droplets of milk squirting out of them, something which made him even harder inside of you, his cock swelling against your tight walls.
"This is so fucking hot" he murmured before his mouth dove to your nipples, sucking and sucking until he felt his mouth fill with your delicious milk, listening to your squeals and moans as you became stimulated from your pussy and nipples at the same time.
"Oh my God, Max" you moaned out, arching your back and pushing your boobs in Max's face.
He felt like he was in heaven. His cock was giving you the fuck of your life, his mouth was draining you of your milk and his fingers were now rubbing harsh circles on your clit, the coil inside of you threatening to burst at any moment.
Max's thrust sped up, his orgasm building faster than he had realized. His thumb was rubbing your clit and applying pressure, his mouth was not letting up on your boobs, and the combination just blindsided you as your orgasm ripped through your body, your walls fluttering against his cock which spurred his orgasm on, shooting ropes of cum deep inside of you against your cervix, your mixed moans echoing through the room.
As you slowly came down from your high, Max's soft cock was still buried deep inside of you, keeping his cum as deep as possible, while his mouth was sucking lazily on your boobs, the new taste of your milk already getting him addicted to tasting you.
"You're gonna get me pregnant again if we keep this up" you joked, feeling the vibrations of his chest against your as he looked up at you with mischief in his eyes.
"Oh, I'm counting on it"
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Hope Melusine Forms
so I was inspired recently to pick up and write more of Coiled and Cursed and got to thinking about Hope's mutated form. Using Subeta.com avatar kind of made a progression of it
I was thinking instead of her just having the lower half of a rattlesnake, like an immediate transition that it would just progressively get worse over time.
Like the cadou is implanted with the adder DNA from the Spencer Mansion:
first step is scales and her worse weakness to cold:
Next her voice would start effecting people but she would be dressed for the village and try to become one of them, scales are still forming and she is still freezing all the time. She is made to wear the mask and the people of the village are told she is disfigured and that is why she wears it when in reality her voice is capable of causing pain and her singing voice can control people much like a siren. However, Mother Miranda usually doesn't allow Hope out in the village.
As she time goes by, she is shedding her snake skin and her progression becomes more and more snake like, to where her legs fuse and form the tail of a rattlesnake. This is a painful transition. She then has to keep away completely unless she wears a long skirt to cover the lower half of her snake body but most of the time she stays close to the Lords away from the village. Her hair is also faded back to its original color and the tattoos are gone completely now.
She doesn't wear her mask around Karl but everyone else she does. Right before the next stage she starts to see heat signatures, it's fleeting but it happens. Sometimes she acts more like a snake and it gets pretty bad. It takes her awhile to break out of that mode.
Next comes the wings, a painful transition much like the previous one. Her shedding of skin gets progressively worse and her health and mental state gets worse. Karl makes her armor at this stage as well.
Lastly the full serpentine form, full large rattlesnake creature with wings, and much like Salvatore Moreau in his huge fish form when the mouth of the snake creature opens up is a disfigured Hope (or like Orochimaru from Naruto ).She is no longer in control of her body and is all snake and angry. Kind of want to draw this form eventually.
but yeah that's what I have so far, will go into more detail eventually but this is what I have so far :3
i have a writing of Coiled and Cursed I will post soon hopefully ><
#resident evil village#hope (oc)#hope melusine#re village oc#re village#coiled and cursed#karl heisenberg x oc#subeta
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I COULD BE MOM, (unless you want to be dad?)
?: In which Ellie has been away on a trip, what better ‘welcome home’ gift than delusionally letting her get you pregnant with a strap?
!: Breeding, Praise, Slight spitplay, Strapping, Pussyeating, Obsessed!Ellie, says ‘mommy’ ONCEEEE!
“You can’t.”
Ellie tilts her head, lips falling into a frown, “Maybe if we try enough?”
Was she serious?
“You literally can’t though, Ellie, it’s biologically impossible. You nutting in me doesn’t mean we can have babies.” You roll your eyes, scrolling on your phone before it’s plucked out of your grasp and tossed to the side, “Hey—!”
“You’re so negative.” She smiles, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, shoving you back into the bed so abruptly as she sinks to her bruised up knees. You let out a shiver at the implication of what was to be taken place, eyeing the muddy suitcases near the entrance of your shared bedroom before bringing your gaze to what she was doing, “You haven’t even unpacked yet..”
Wrapping her arms around your hips, she pulls you closer to her ravishing mouth, cooing as she thumbs your swollen folds, “Yeah, but i’m a starved woman, you that surprised?” With that, Ellie digs in.
It was going so well, mouth feeling like heaven on you ‘til she spoke up,
“Biologically, did you know the clit has tens upon thousands of nerves?” She says out of nowhere, lifting her head up to display the lower half of her face soaked with your arousal, and more importantly, sizing up your smart-ass retort from earlier when she asked to breed you. “Fuck off..” You tiredly reply, not finding it in yourself to tell her off how you want, not with the delicious feeling of your stomach beginning to coil in what seems like a long-awaited orgasm— but Ellie’s not feeling nice.
She quickly retracts her mouth away, a dramatic ‘pop!’ from your clit when initially does so. She gets up, jogging over to her suitcases to get something, all while your mouth is gaped at her audacity. You’re eagle-spread like a damn french girl, and she just..gets up?
She quickly returns back, sheepishly kissing your hipbone as a half-hearted apology, except you feel something cold and long slap onto it aswell.
Alarmed, you raise your head and are met with one hell of a sight, Ellie wearing what seems to be a literal death contraption— a long, beautifully sculptured, silicone cock, slightly curved at the end with an adjustable harness wrapped around Ellie’s gamine figure. Was this the reason your wife believed she could suddenly re-write the law’s of nature? You gulp when she slaps it once more against your bikini line, this time, slowly nearing your leaky entrance.
“Biologically, you think maybe ‘yer cunt might break from this?” She utters mockingly, leaning forward to kiss the edge of your lips before she runs the tip of the toy inbetween your folds ‘nice and easyyy’..getting it all nice and most importantly, wet. “Geez, who needs lube when I got one of these bad boys..” Ellie says, before trailing off with a laugh when you don’t seem to be focused on any of her words as she plugs you up.
You’re still finding yourself getting use to the exaggerated stretch of the dildo, it’s beginning to feel like it’s practically splitting you in two. You attempt pathetically at gripping the sheets but find yourself wrapping your arms around Ellie, needily pulling her closer to your still-clothed chest. “A-aaah..”
She smiles at your gasps and whines, your pleasure alone intensifying whatever shes feeling by a ton, even if she wasn’t the one taking it. “Just grab ‘onna me.” Ellie says, voice void of any previous teasing but instead a certain softness, “I won’t be mad, baby.”
You nod, eyes cinched closed when she begins picking up momentum; you almost immediately wrap your legs around her lower back, wanting her even deeper, somewhat understanding what ‘dickmatized’ meant now. “Uhn! Uhn! E-llie!��� The redhead chortles at the rhythmic hiccuping of her name, groaning when the sharp pressure of your heels drive further into her back, definitely leaving bruises later, “Just take it slowly, ye—eah? ah! ‘m right here, giving it to my favorite girl..”
You two have been in for a while, and Ellie has you a complete mess, milky fluids forming at the base of her cock each time she bullies her hips into yours, ripping a cute sob outta you. If she could marry you a thousand times over, she would— she really would. If only you saw yourself through her eyes, the sheer and utter helplessness she feels when you’re handling kids, knowing you’d make the best mommy out there, and god, she’s a sucker for you, buying you everything you ever ask because she’s head over heels in-love with your very essence. She’ll build you up everytime you fall and never complain. You were her dream girl.
Speaking of dream, she gently pats your cheek, asking you in a docile voice if you’re still with her, and when you nod back, with lttle pools of crystals forming at the ends of your lashes, Ellie is about to free-touch cum at this point, needing to get you to that point with her ASAP. She runs her thumb over your lip as you instinctively take in her digit, swirling your tongue around it while she quickens up her pace, sinful slaps of skin echoing throughout the humid room and likely to the rest of the home too, a clear indication of how far she was willing to go with you. “I-i’m gonna cum..” you mewl pitifully, tits moving forward eachtime she rams her strap into ‘ya, finally meeting ellie’s gaze somewhat as saliva seeps past your lips, dribbling down the thumb she had on the tip of your tongue. Ellie brings her head down to your shoulder, rocking her hips hard and fast, a slight bulge forming in your lower stomach from how deep she was in your guts, all while her beautiful sounds play in your ear, each little huff and tuff of praise.
“So warm..so soft, y-you’re ‘gna be the end of me, mommy..” Ellie whimpers admittedly when the end of the strap repeatedly stimulates and bumps into her engorged clit, and to put an end to her soft streak, Ellie meanly presses a hand to your lower-belly, forcibly bringing you to, hands down, one of the most pornographic, blissful, soul-shattering orgasms you’ve ever had in a long tome, creaming all over the strap, your thighs and her tanktop. That sight of you alone, also, makes her cum when she finally bottoms out, body feeling limp as it falls over you.
She eventually rolls over you, draping a tatted forearm around her eyes to shield her from the moon beams shining in from your windows. “Why do we even open that one—“ However, upon noticing your steady breathing and occasional snores, she drops whatever she was gonna say, scooting closer to kiss you— lips lingering when she finally pulls back from your cheek.
She never understood when Joel and the other mopey adults around her would complain about marriage, and quite frankly, she doesn’t think she ever will, not until her cold dead body is ripped away from yours.
‘Til then, she was gonna build this family up with you, your future kid’s adoption papers still in one of her suit-cases as she lifts herself up to her elbows and eventually to her feet, retrieving a warm wet towel from the bathroom to clean you up with, especially not having the heart to wake you up.
Not that you could likely still walk after the number she’s done on you.
#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x f!reader#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams smut#wlw#tlou 2#tlou ellie#tlou smut#tlou#the last of us 2 fanfic
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