#release the bats ocs

[lostandloney]

Vampire boys for the one vampire book I’m slowly working away at.

[pemprika]

BAT x CAT 🖤💗 a summertime full of laziness and sweetness! 🍒

[1000punks]

you've heard of vampire!dom x human!sub but have you considered vampire!sub x human!dom? (gender neutral, explicit, graphic [blood cw] 😗💦 )

vampire having a strong oral fixation, so human pushes their fingers into vampire's mouth while making eye contact and vampire drools happily all over them- it never fails to get their undead heart racing (bonus if human purposefully drags their fingers against vampire's fangs to tease them up)

gags? gags. human works vampire up then it's all snapping fangs around a ball gag; they so badly want to sink them into skin and taste human's blood but human loves denying them just long enough to make them desperate

human won't let vampire feed during the act, so vampire takes up the habit of biting into their own hand/a pillow/a toy so they don't disobey~

leashes: human loves having their little feral pet leashed and kneeling for them; bonus if they're starving and gnashing teeth and begging to be fed (and soft yanks -> hard tugs when vampire disobeys or bites human before they're allowed to)

after a long edging session: vampire working themself up during a feeding, all while human whispers filthy words of encouragment into their ear

human denying vampire everything except their hand/their fingers; they love to see a gasping, begging little monster completely bent to their whims

vampire in bondage, human slicing their palm open and lets their blood trickle over their fingers before either pushing them into vampire's mouth to let them suck (if vampire's been good) or touching vampire everywhere that they can't reach/lick (if vampire's been bad)

this one's obvious but scent kink: vampire sniffing, licking and kissing desperately over human's sweaty neck/chest/skin in general in the middle of a particularly .... vigourous session

vampire falling asleep on sweaty human, face buried in their neck, after said session; too worn out to even feed afterwards

[thefigureresource]

"Witch of October 31st" Miss Orangette [original] by Native

[grease-weasel]

Rare Cryolator Enjoyer

[release-the-bats-creations]

New commission sheet with updated prices plus a more affordable $10 commission option on the side (that one is an older doodle but shhhhh)

If you have questions about what I will and won’t draw, let me know!

[justashamwithwastedpotential]

Skylar’s Pet - Rhys the Fruit Bat

Rhys the fruit bat who looks vaguely like a dog. Based on my dog Rhys, who looks vaguely like a fruit bat.

(Yes, I’m aware the ears are technically too big for a fruit bat, but my dog’s ears are big so it’s a compromise that must be made)

To be clear, Rhys isn’t technically Sky’s pet. Rhys is just a bat that lived in the mushroom cave by their farm when they moved in. He kept stealing all their fruit from the trees and ruining it, so Skylar started bringing him fruit as a form of compromise. Now Rhys brings Skylar rare fruits in return.

[revvetha]

[ID: Library shelves, with a librarian's hands holding up the book Bats at the Library (written and illustrated by Brian Lies), next to a bat asleep on one of the shelves. Image 2: a closer view of the bat, who is napping in the 345.73 section. End ID]

Little bat sleeping in the Camas Public Library 🦇📚

[ozzgin]

would the monster still fuck you even if there are visitors??

Content: gender neutral reader, monster smut, NSFW!

I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific. There’s multiple possible answers depending on the monster OC:

Monster partner is a disciplined man monster and would rather die than embarrass you or put you in an awkward situation. So no, no matter how much he squirms, or fidgets, or dreams, he wouldn’t dare bother you before the eyes of strangers. Might excuse himself a few times to release the tension. [Werewolf, Demon King]

Monster partner tends to forget his surroundings if he’s balls deep inside you. Was it the desired outcome to be caught in such a compromising sight? Not at all. On the other hand, he can’t really help it. Once the first whine escapes your lips, he blacks out entirely. All he sees and hears is you. [Monster Sibling, Vampire, Shapeshifter, Monster Husband]

Monster partner is an absolute, incurable horndog. If he wants to fuck you, he’ll do it. Doesn’t matter where, when, or who’s watching. He’d pound you dry before the Pope if you merely batted your eyelashes at him flirtatiously. In fact, he might even enjoy spreading you lewdly before some esteemed guest; it’s his way or showing off. Regardless of his status or power, nothing quite compares with the privilege of fucking a frail little human like you to his heart’s content. [House Monster, Orc Siblings, Zzy, Monster Harem]

[pemprika]

OC 🌼 BAT & CAT 🦇🐈‍⬛

fine dining tonight! 🎂🎀🍓👻

[roosterforme]

The Curveball Part 8 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: After weeks of asking Molly to confide in him, Bob does something impulsive. And when Molly finally opens up about what's on her mind, Bob doesn't respond exactly how she expected him to.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swears, pregnancy, mention of abortion, 18+

Length: 5000 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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Thank you to @mak-32 and @teacupsandtopgun for the beautiful banners!

Bob took a little detour on his way home from work on Monday. He was so in love with Molly, and she just didn't seem happy. She hadn't even texted him all day. He was afraid to initiate a message to her in case she was getting caught up on sleep, so she was either so exhausted that there was clearly a problem, or she was mad at him.

He wasn't happy that one of those things was probably true. But he stopped and picked up five dozen bouquets of gas station flowers and a bag of gummy bears. He watched her eat them on top of an ice cream sundae once, and it made him cringe. But he knew she'd like them.

When he finally got home, he paused just outside their front door. Bob knew she was home; he'd seen her car in the parking lot. He needed to calm himself down before he went inside, because at the moment, he felt ready to beg her not to leave him. And he couldn't do that yet.

As he unlocked the door and eased it open, he called out, "Mo?"

A few seconds later, her soft voice replied, "In the living room." He found her on the couch, all wrapped up in one of his oversized sweatshirts even though it was summertime. The sadness in her eyes momentarily faded away as she looked at all of the flowers in his hands. Molly's lips parted, and she gasped softly, making Bob's heart pound. 

"Hey, Honey," he whispered, and then she was swiping tears from her eyes as she stood and threw herself at him. The five bouquets and the gummy bears ended up on the floor at their feet, but it didn't matter. She was in his arms. She was kissing him. He was in love.

"Bobby," she whispered, swallowing hard as she cried in his arms.

"Tell me what's wrong, Mo," he pleaded. "Just tell me."

She took a shaky breath and said, "Nothing's wrong right now. I just need you to hold me."

"I'll hold you. I love you." He never fully released her from his arms as he peeled his uniform shirt off and let it fall next to the flowers. Then he kicked off his shoes and led her to the couch, grabbing the gummy bears on the way. As he stretched out and pulled her down gently on top of him, she let her cheek rest against his chest. It was very obvious she'd been crying, but instead of asking about that, he asked if she wanted to watch a murder documentary with him. 

"Yes, please," she whispered, and he pulled the blanket down over them as he turned the TV on. He fed her gummy bears one at a time and stroked the soft skin of her neck, his full attention on her instead of the show. Soon she was sound asleep, and Bob moved incrementally until he was able to stand with her in his arms, and he carried her to bed. 

A little while later, after he put all the flowers in water and got himself something to eat, he made his way to bed as well. When slid underneath the covers behind Molly, she turned to snuggle against him and whispered, "I love you."

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Molly was surprised she'd been able to hold it together at home, but work was a different story. The antiseptic smells of the emergency room kept setting off her stomach, and she was running out of ideas for places to vomit discreetly. 

The one positive thing she had going for her was that the asshole doctor that she hated was being promoted. She would soon be seeing far less of him. But there was still the glaring fact that she was pregnant. And she couldn't decide what to do about it. 

She should have told Bob by now. She knew that. But she just couldn't bring herself to destroy her relationship with the most perfect man on the planet. He loved her. He loved everything about her. Including the fact that he thought she was on birth control that worked. She had in fact assured him that she was on birth control and that he had nothing to worry about. 

The mere idea of her as a mom was laughable. She'd seen her sister do it, and while Everett was the sweetest child in the universe, she knew she probably wasn't cut out for parenting. It looked way too hard. Especially for a single mom. She didn't know if she'd have any sort of maternal instinct. Watching Ev was different, because she wasn't really the one making decisions on his behalf. 

It was probably better just to go through with an abortion and never mention this to anyone. But every time she thought about it, the guilt crept in. Did Bob have the right to know? She couldn't decide. It was her body, not his. But what if he actually wanted to have a child with her? What if he would stay and help her? Actually want to be involved?

All she seemed to be able to do every night now was curl up on Bob's chest and try not to cry too much as she fell asleep. Last night they had sex, and she turned the lights off just because she just knew she was going to cry. But he'd been gentle with her, made love to her. As if he knew something was still wrong even though he couldn't figure out exactly what. 

Molly threw up in a plastic bag three times on her way home from work as she double checked her math. She had to be between six and seven weeks along. When she called her gynecologist, they gave her an appointment for two weeks from today. And she had stopped taking her birth control pills. But she was very tempted to just visit a clinic and call it a day. 

Tomorrow she was supposed to meet her sister to help her pick out a wedding dress. She could get through the weekend. She could go to the clinic on Monday. That would give her a few days to work up the nerve. 

When she walked inside, Bob was already home and wearing jeans and a nice shirt. Molly's eyes went wide as she looked at him, but he was already shaking his head. 

"We don't have to go to the Hard Deck, Honey. We can stay in."

"I forgot," she whispered. Truly, she'd been unable to think about anything except the fact that she was pregnant. She looked up at Bob as he approached her. She was pregnant with his child. Somehow this information washed through her as if for the first time. She and Bob did this together. "I'm really tired."

"Let's stay in then," he whispered, kissing her forehead as she melted against him. His big hands and his sweet voice were all over her as he pulled her toward the living room. "You want one of the murder shows? Or a shower? Or just bed?"

Molly knew he'd do whatever she wanted, and she nearly told him right then what exactly was wrong with her. But she just whispered, "Bed."

He took her by the hand, and she let him take care of everything.

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Bob went out to breakfast with Bradley and Ev the next morning while Molly met her sister to look at wedding dresses. He was trying to stay in the moment, trying to enjoy spending time with them. He'd indulged in the idea that Everett might be his nephew someday. He'd let his mind wander to the very amusing idea that Bradley and he could be brothers-in-law. But at the moment, it hurt a bit to think about it. He told Bradley that Molly still seemed upset. 

"What makes you say that?" Bradley asked cautiously, glancing at Everett playing a game on his phone.

"She's been acting strange for the past few weeks. I can't get her to talk to me." Bob felt helpless as he said, "I just want to make her happy, but I don't think I actually know how. She's gotta be planning to move out."

Bradley shook his head. "No. It has to be something else? Work?"

Bob just shrugged. "I wish I knew." He reached for his wallet to pay, but Bradley beat him to it. 

"It's my turn," he insisted. "I think you should head home and talk to Molly now. I bet they're done shopping and getting margaritas or whatever they're doing."

"Mimosas," Bob whispered. "Molly likes mimosas."

"Right," Bradley agreed. "Let's just skip the batting cages, and you can get home and talk to her since I'm sure they must be done with mimosas."

Bob just nodded and barely managed to say goodbye as he walked back to his truck. He paused in front of a vintage clothing shop window, looking inside without really seeing anything at first. Then a jewelry case caught his eye, so he ducked inside. 

"What can I help you find?" asked the young woman who worked there. 

"That's pretty," he said as casually as he could, pointing out a gold ring with a cluster of diamonds arranged to look like a flower. It reminded him so much of Molly's tattoos that his heart ached for her. 

He thought about leaving and going home to wait for her, but then the woman asked, "Oh, that one's beautiful. Fifteen diamonds. It's been appraised. Do you want to know the price?"

But Bob shook his head and just said, "I'll take it."

He sat in his truck with the pretty ring in his palm, watching the sunlight catching on the diamonds. It was too perfect to leave it inside the shop when it looked like it had been made for Molly. But he couldn't give it to her now, not when she still seemed unhappy. 

He tucked it away in the glovebox for some point in the future. Because first, he needed to get her to talk to him. No matter what it took, he'd find a way to get her to open up. He'd find a way to make her happy again. Because now he knew that he could. 

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Molly was so tired, she felt like she'd been hit by Bob's truck. Every time she tried to walk into the dress shop where she could see her sister looking at the ugliest dresses, she had to double back to her car to throw up again. She was almost twenty minutes late as she wiped her tears with the back of her hand and walked inside. 

She knew she looked bad. The only thing she wanted to wear was one of Bob's extremely soft undershirts and some old yoga pants. But the response from her sister was even worse than she thought it would be. "There you are. "What's wrong? You look terrible."

"Nothing," she insisted. "Did you pick one out yet?" Her voice sounded lifeless to her own ears.

"No, I was waiting for you. I can't do this kind of thing without you."

Molly's heart ached a little more as she sighed. She walked around and snatched up the prettiest dresses that she could see her sister wearing when she married Bradley. "Try those on. I'll be in one of the chairs."

Molly watched her sister eye her suspiciously before turning toward the fitting rooms. She tried to be as encouraging as possible about the dresses, tried to say all the right things, but apparently she was transparent. 

"Molly, please. Talk to me," her sister begged, and then she was wiping a tear from Molly's cheek. She wasn't even aware she was crying again, but she jumped up out of the chair, and then the tears came faster. 

As Molly took off toward the back corner of the store, she started sobbing. When she couldn't go any further, she spun around. "I fucked up," she gasped. "I fucked up so bad."

"Molly," her sister gasped, reaching for her. Molly was in her arms immediately, trying not to cry on the wedding dress she was still wearing. "It's okay to talk to me about it."

But Molly was crying too hard to talk. Fat, hot tears rolled down her cheeks, and she started shaking. She could feel her sister rubbing soft, soothing circles against her back before she took Molly's face in her hands and waited. 

"I'm pregnant."

She gaped at Molly before asking, "What did Bob say when you told him? He's upset?" She looked so concerned and seemed unsure about what she should do to help Molly feel better.

"I haven't told him," Molly whispered as she was pulled into another hug.

"Molly. How long have you known?"

"About a week," she gasped, tucking her face against the softness of the only person who really cared about her since their parents died. The only person until she had Bob.  "I suspected it before that at least. I didn't think it was actually possible at first." She was hiccupping between words. "I just thought my cycle was off. But then I took a test the other day. And then I took a lot more tests."

"Molly, were you using birth control?"

"Of course!" she wailed. "I'm not stupid! I work in healthcare!"

"I know, I know," she soothed, rubbing Molly's back. "I was just checking."

"But I switched from one pill to a different one," Molly whispered. "I did everything I was supposed to fucking do! How could I have let this happen?"

"Shh," her sister whispered. She was sobbing again. "Does Bob not want to have kids with you?"

Molly pulled away from her and threw her hands up in the air. "How the hell am I supposed to even know that?!" she asked, loud and sarcastic. "I've only known him for like four and a half months! We have never, not even once, never talked about having kids together! I know he likes them. He loves Ev and Piper, but that's different."

"Molly, you have to tell him."

"No," she said vehemently. "No way. I'm so mad at myself. I don't want him to look at me differently now. I told him I was on birth control. I promised him there was nothing to worry about." Silent tears were streaming down her cheeks. "I can't tell him. But he knows something's wrong. He thinks I'm going to leave him, and honestly, maybe I should."

"Don't say that," she whispered, scowling at Molly. "Don't say that about Bob."

"Exactly!" Molly raged, because now she was getting to the root of things. "That's exactly it! You don't even worry about me anymore, because I'm with Bob! I finally got my shit together. I'm finally dating a good guy. A stable one who actually loves me! He loves me! Or he did. I can't believe I fucked this up. It was perfect!"

She knew she shouldn't have said it, but it was too late. Instead of feeling like a real adult now, she felt like a child. Molly sank to the floor at her sister's feet and cried, burying her face in Bob's undershirt. And then a sales clerk came over just as her sister tried to sit down with her. 

"Excuse me, but you can't just crawl around the floor in one of our dresses. And you shouldn't be crying near them either."

Molly glared up at her, silently daring her to say one more sentence. "Fuck off, lady. Your goddamn dress will be just fine, okay?" 

The woman bustled away as Molly turned to her sister. Her voice was calmer as she said, "I'm not going to tell him. I'm going to pretend to go away for a couple days, get an abortion, and then never mention any of this again."

"Molly. You can't. That's not fair to Bob. You need to tell him about this." And now Molly was afraid she was about to make her sister cry as well, but she couldn't help it.

"So I can end up like you?" Molly asked, making her favorite person in the world freeze in place. "No, I know, and I'm sorry, but there's not always going to be a Bradley waiting at the end of the tunnel, okay? You got lucky. Everett is the perfect kid. And somehow you upgraded from Danny to something much better. But I'll never get this lucky again. I'll never, ever find something better than Bob. And I don't even know if I can be a mom. Because I've seen you do it, and it's actually fucking impossible, okay?" She was now crying and laying on the floor, inhaling the scent of Bob's undershirt. "It's either leave Bob or get an abortion and never tell him. And I know I can't bring myself to leave him."

Molly excused herself and got to her feet, swaying a bit as she headed for the exit. Once she was outside, she threw up on the sidewalk. 

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Bob was waiting at home, sitting on the couch and looking at all the things Molly had added to his bookshelves since she moved in. There were so many photos of her with Everett, and a handful where her sister was in the photo, too. He reached over and grabbed one of Molly from seven years ago holding newborn Everett in the hospital. That was the brightest smile he'd ever seen on her face, and he was so happy someone had captured it. 

When the front door opened, Bob jumped to his feet. As happy as Molly looked in the photo he was holding, right now she looked downright miserable. He set the frame aside and went to her, knowing this conversation needed to happen. 

Bob gently wrapped his hands around her biceps and pulled her close. "Molly," he said as firmly as he could when she was looking up at him with watery eyes. "Something is wrong. You've been miserable for weeks, Honey. You need to talk to me. I need you to talk to me!"

She started shaking, and Bob's eyes went wide, an apology already forming on his lips. But then she whispered, "I don't want to tell you."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. She let him take his time as he gathered his thoughts into the words that would hurt him the least to say out loud. His voice was a little ragged as he met her eyes and managed to say, "If you're unhappy here with me, I won't blame you for leaving. If there's someone else, just tell me. I'll never blame you, Molly." He nodded against the thick lump in his throat, his vision a little blurry now.

But she burst into loud sobs in front of him and shook her head as she cried. "That's not it, Bobby. That's not it at all."

He held his hands out helplessly at his sides, and she slipped her arms around his waist. When she buried her face against his chest, he let his hands come to rest on her back. On his undershirt that she was wearing. "Just tell me, Mo. I'm begging you to tell me."

"I love you," she said, looking up at him as tears trickled down her pretty cheeks. "I love you too much to tie you down. I swear, Bob...I didn't do it on purpose."

He was so confused, he felt like crying, too. "Molly," he whispered, taking her face gently in his hands and wiping at her tears. "I don't know what you're talking about. What didn't you do on purpose?"

She sucked in a sharp breath and said, "I'm pregnant."

"Oh." That tiny word escaped him before he could really sort it all out. Pregnant. She was pregnant. Surely she hadn't been beating herself up for weeks over this? She was pregnant. If Molly was pregnant, then that meant he was responsible for making it happen. He got Molly pregnant. His hands fell away from her face just as he realized he'd taken too long to respond. 

"I know I promised you I was on birth control," she said, taking short ragged breaths. "I switched pills, and...something happened. And maybe we should have used condoms for a few weeks, but this really shouldn't have happened! I'm so sorry!"

When she closed her eyes again, body wracking sobs took over, and she looked like she was going to pass out.

Bob wrapped his arms around her, and she tried to push him away, but he wouldn't let her. "Shh," he whispered next to her ear. "Molly, take deep breaths, okay? Deep, slow breaths, Honey."

As she started to get control of her breathing, Bob wondered how far along she was. Would she start showing soon? How was she going to be able to work in the emergency room with a pregnant belly? Would they let her take time off? Would he need to sell this condo and get them a bigger place? 

The ring. The pretty ring was in his truck. If Molly was pregnant, maybe Bob wasn't the reason she'd been so unhappy. Maybe she was just anxious about how he'd respond. He kissed the top of her head as she wiped her eyes on him, and he told her, "I love you, Molly." He'd give her the ring today, pull a full Bradshaw on the situation. 

She whispered, "I know we've only been together for a few months. If you can't trust me after this, I completely understand. And if you don't want me anymore... I guess I can understand that, too."

Now Bob felt like he might pass out. How could he not want her? Not want them? He was holding onto her, trying to speak. But once again he was taking too much time!

"Listen, if you don't want to be involved, that's fine," she whispered, not quite meeting his eyes now. "I'm... thinking about having an abortion on Monday. There's a walk-in clinic near work. And if you want me to leave...I can move out."

He needed to speak instead of thinking things through. "I want you," he swore. "I'm never not going to want you."

"Bob," she said, face crumbling again.

"Molly, please don't leave. Don't leave me." He could feel his heart breaking. She was talking about moving out. About having an abortion. "Please." The last thing he wanted was to live without her.

"You'll still want me? Even if I terminate the pregnancy?" she asked, laying it all out for him.

"Yes. But Molly...I would love to have a baby with you."

"Really?" she asked, seemingly surprised. "Because I don't know if I'm ready for that," she added so softly as more tears dripped down her cheeks.

He kissed the tracks of her tears and whispered that he loved her until she stopped crying. "I want you. And I want a baby," he told her, tipping her face up so she was looking him in the eye. "I would love that. But I don't need it. What I do need is for you to stay with me, Mo."

She searched his face, and Bob had never felt so vulnerable before. He'd never felt so much love before. Just as he went to gently rest his hands on Molly's belly, she shoved him violently away from her. 

"Fuck," she gasped, nearly tripping over he own feet as she tried to get away from him and run down the hallway. And then he heard her vomiting into the toilet.

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Molly let her cheek rest against the cool tile of the bathroom floor. Her eyes were closed, but she knew Bob was there as well now. She wasn't exactly sure how she was still throwing up. She'd barely been eating. Even though she was starving, nothing would stay down. And she started to wonder why she hadn't gone to the clinic already. Why was she suffering through morning sickness if she was going to terminate the pregnancy?

When she rolled onto her stomach and tried to stand, Bob's strong hands were there, guiding her steadily upward. She felt pathetic as she looked up at him. He was perfect, and she was wrung out on the bathroom floor. He was everything, and she was just his careless girlfriend who couldn't do anything right. 

"Let's go get in bed," he whispered, and she nodded as he led her out of the bathroom. He looked so sad. She wanted to ask him why he was sad. She was the one who was sad. She was the one who had to make a decision and live with it. But right now, the only thing she could do was let Bob guide her into bed. 

"I'm so fucking tired," she said, letting her head come to rest on the pillow. "I feel awful all the time."

Bob reached out and ran his knuckles along her neck, making her eyes flutter closed. "Get some rest, Mo."

She cracked her eyes open and reached for him. "I want you to stay here," she whispered, and then he was in bed with her, and she was falling asleep on his shoulder. 

When Molly jolted awake, the room was getting dark. She was laying on Bob's chest, and he had one arm around her as he held his phone in the other. "Are you okay?" he asked, those greenish blue eyes focused right on her. When she nodded, he kissed her forehead. 

"How long did I sleep?"

"Four hours," he replied softly. 

"Four hours? Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You needed sleep, Honey. You still need a good night of it, so I'm going to feed you and help you shower, and then I'll bring you right back here."

She swallowed back a sob, mouth dry and stomach growling. "I can't eat," she said with a little laugh. "I keep asking myself why I'm still suffering through all of this if I don't even want to be pregnant."

Bob was quiet for a beat. "Are you absolutely certain you don't want to.... keep it?"

As she studied his handsome features, she slowly shook her head. "The only thing I'm certain about is that I couldn't force myself to leave you."

He sighed and wrapped her up in a tight hug. "Stay. Stay forever. We can make it forever. You know that, right?"

Forever. What a concept. Impossible. But a lifetime? That was real. "Bob... how do I know you won't leave?" But as soon as she said the words, she realized how foolish she sounded, because she knew, she just knew he wouldn't. 

"Molly, I can't show you my heart. I can only describe it," he said softly as she buried her face against him. "I feel so much love for you. I've been running ragged in my mind, trying to figure out why you were so unhappy. I just want you to be happy. And it's from my heart that I can promise I'm not going anywhere. And it's from my heart that I am telling you that if you think you might want to keep our baby, then I am one hundred percent onboard. I'm ready. I don't need to think about it. I decided about thirty seconds after you said you were pregnant that I want to do everything with you, including raise a child. If you let me."

And now she was crying again. Because this was the reason she'd put off making a decision. She wanted so badly to hear him say these words. She thought she could do it if she didn't have to do it alone. She knew she wasn't as strong as her sister, but she also knew that Bob was her ideal. He was nothing like Danny. 

Molly eased herself up and guided one leg over Bob's waist. He was looking up at her with a soft, sincere gaze, but he looked so nervous, like he was waiting for her verdict. When his hands came to rest hesitantly on her thighs, she bit her lip to try to stop her tears. She was so tired of crying. All she wanted was for Bob to make her something to eat so she could go back to sleep. 

She smiled softly, because she knew what to say now. "Bob, I'm really fucking scared. But if you still want to be in a relationship with me...if you want to do this together...then I'll keep the baby."

To her surprise, Bob pulled his hands away from her thighs as he started crying. He pushed his glasses up to his forehead and pressed his fingertips to his eyes. "I just need a minute," he whispered, his voice unsteady. Molly watched him cry as he gently shook beneath her. But a moment later, he was sitting up and she was straddling his thighs as he pulled her close and kissed her. "I love you. I'm not going anywhere. We're having a baby."

She laughed as he kissed her lips softly. "I love you, too, Coach Cute Glasses." She giggled as she imagined a tiny, cute Baby who looked like Bob with a pair of wire frame glasses. And Bob was smiling now too as she said, "Just don't do anything rash like tell me we can get married, okay? I feel like that's something you'd say."

"Oh," he said softly, pulling her a little closer as his smile faded a bit. "Okay. I won't."

She kissed his neck and inhaled his scent. "If I ever decide I want to get married, I'll let you know," she told him as her stomach growled. 

"Let me feed you," he said, helping her out of bed. "Let me take care of everything right now."

Molly decided to let him.

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Bobby about to get everything? Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing!

PART 9

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[littlest-w01f]

Sunlight

Helion x Priestess!OC

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Summary: Helion is low on staff for his libraries, Rhysand casually mentions to him he knows of someone who wishes to try to go out of the House of Winds' library

Cw:None

part one - part two - part three

Alora stood in front of the inner circle of the Night Court in the House of Winds, in her robes, her teal invoking stone sitting between her brows. Rhysand had told her that he had offered her a job at the Day Court as staff there. Everyone was quiet, waiting for her to speak, standing surrounded by the bags she had packed, 3 hours behind as Rhysand had kept messing up her packing.

"So, do we hug goodbye?" Alora asked jokingly, but Rhysand wasn't joking as he instantly held her tightly. Alora wrapped her arms around him, hugging him back.

Rhysand's arms tightened further around her. "We can tell Helion that I wasn't serious, please stay here."

"Rhys..." Alora chuckles, her head in his chest, "I am ready." She smiled looking up at him as he released her from the hug. "I want this."

Alora squealed as Cassian hugged her from behind, the giant twirled her around as she laughed, "Ok, put me down, put my down." The females of the inner circle watched on with smiles of their own as the two hugged.

"We'll miss you, Al." Azriel walked forward, hugging her next, his hands firm around her making her melt in the shadowsinger's hold.

Alora was one of the oldest priestesses working in the library in the House of Winds. She had been saved by Rhysand himself, in a lot more ways than one. So when she looked at Rhysand her throat clogged up. "Thank you for saving me, and for everything else after."

Rhysand was fighting tears, looking at the female he had basically raised, "Why did you have to grow up so fast? It seems you were 17 just yesterday."

"Well, I'm 300 now..." Alora smiled, teary-eyed herself, "I'm glad I met you, Rhysand." Even though she had not met him in the best of ways, and she had thought he would hurt her, use her. "I... I don't know where I would be without you."

"I want to see the world. I am ready for it." She nodded to herself, holding the hand that Rhysand reached out to her. "Helion is a friend to you, I think I'll be ok."

Rhysand squeezed her hand as if they were the only people in the room, "I will write to you every month, and if you for a second, feel uncomfortable, you let me know and I'll come get you."

Alora chuckled, "I'll write back too, I promise."

"My little bird," Rhysand pulled her in a second hug, "The world will be yours, at your own pace. Helion will not hold it against you if you aren't able to stay around him or others, he will treat you well."

"I know, and if not, I'll always have you to bring me back." She pulled away from the hug, she then looked at Feyre and smiled at her High Lady, "Goodbye, Fey." She gave a wide smile to Feyre, holding her elbows in her hands, the female cradling the heir of Night in her arms. "Take care of the little bat."

"I mean Rhysand, by the way." She called out with a smile in his direction, making the High Lord flip her off.

One by one the rest said their farewell to Alora, she approached Nesta and hugged her, taking the female by surprise, "Thank you for trying to help the others, it means a lot to me." Nesta hugged her back, "They... They needed a push to get better, and you were that push, I am quite grateful for it."

Nesta smiled, holding the priestess in her arms, "You are so much stronger than you might think, leaving here will be so much better at healing you fully. I'm sure of it."

Alora turned back, Rhysand had picked up her bags quite easily, thrown over his shoulders, holding his hand out to her, "Shall we, little bird?"

"Yes, yeah." She nodded, walking forward and holding the hand he had reached out, she gave a single look back to the rest of them before darkness surrounded her, winnowing out of the Night Court, out of the life she had grown used to.

Alora gasped softly, seeing the brightness of the Day Court palace, even at night, it was bright and beautiful, and the guards looked surprised to see Rhysand still bowed to the High Lord. Alora's eyes were wide with excitement and a little fear as she noted everything, the walls were white and with gold accents, and she smiled at everything.

"Ah, you're here late," Came a deep voice, Alora spun around to see the High Lord of Day, he was the most gorgeous male to ever exist, his dark brown skin had a glow to it with his powers, his russet eyes set on Rhysand. Helion was in some comfortable white silks as if he was preparing to sleep.

Alora couldn't look away from the male, any praises she had heard of the male couldn't live up to how he looked to the eye. He was a sight for sore eyes, simply put. A blush formed on her cheeks when she realised she had zoned out during the conversation between Helion and Rhysand, "This is Alora, the priestess I told you about."

Alora bowed to Helion in an instant and the male chuckled, that sound seemed to imprint itself on her, it was wrong, she thought, to feel this way about a male she knew nothing of, or to feel any attraction at all. Flashes of some scenes from Nesta's smut books fill her mind.

"Get up, please, Alora," Helion smiled, waving his hand at her, "No need to be so proper around friends."

Helion's breathing hitched when she looked up, making eye contact, he felt his cheeks heat from his power. Her eyes took most of his attention, her eyes were jewels, soft doe-shaped, one emerald, the other sapphire. He was sure she could get any male or female she wanted with just a simple look from those heterochromatic eyes, and could make people do anything. She was all in all, gorgeous. He looked away the second it hit him why she had been with Rhysand, he shouldn't be looking at her in the way he did more people easy on the eye.

"Friends?" Alora asked, looking between the High Lords. Rhysand smiled, wrapping his free hand around her shoulders.

"Of course, sunshine." Helion nodded, Alora blushed slightly at the nickname, "Any friend of Rhysand is a friend of mine."

Helion approached Rhysand, patting the male on his back, "After all, it's not always you see the High Lord of the Night Court talking of someone in such a peternal manner."

Rhysand rolled his eyes, "Don't make me take her back."

Helion raised his hands in surrender, and Alora smiled at the High Lords' playful banter as they walked to Helion's study. Alora tried noting everything, staying back to look at every single detail on the furniture.

"Little bird," Rhysand called out, "It's time for me to go, alright?"

Alora's eyes softened looking at him, a small smile forming on her lips, "Alright, goodbye, Rhysie."

Rhysand held her in a hug a final time as Helion watched the two, a smile on his face, he had her bags already winnowed to her new room. Alora pulled away as Rhysand pressed a kiss to her forehead, with another "bye" he winnowed away.

Helion smiled at Alora, keeping his distance after Rhysand had left, he nodded to her, "Come, sunshine, let me show you to your new room," He held his hand out to her, "If I may?"

She looked at his hand, then back up at his painfully gorgeous face, "You may," She smiled, reaching her hand out to hold his.

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FINALLY ANOTHER YANDERE TF2 BLOG

I’ve checked your blog out and I’m finding out you just recently added tf2 🤭 since requests are open can I get something about the post you did of Scout falling for the teams enemy. Can you write a reaction about realizing they have the hots for them? Spy and Scout pretty please with a cherry on top and thank you 🙏🏻

This one got a lil kick to it

Note that I personally have red and blue tf2 characters have different personalities (bc I made my lil tweaks for blue team as my ocs :3)

tw. yandere, gore (?), description of violence, stalking, implied psychological torture, mind break.

Scout is just that guy. So when you’re face planted into soil or concrete you have already given up on fighting back. It’s harder and less gruesome this time, there isn’t a chance to exchange snarky insults when a bat is smashed into your gut.

You don’t wanna point fingers but you’re so sure the Scout is targeting you. Not even going after your Medic, it’s always straight towards you. There were plenty of times you wanted to confront him about it but that just makes you look silly to pout about.

So when you did have the balls to corner and yell at him to piss off, his winning smile would be the last thing you’d see before being blasted with his scattergun.

You’re beyond furious for not being taken seriously, this feels way more personal than fighting over land, it’s as if you offended him in some way.

Scout definitely takes is personally. Like who even are you? All high and mighty on the enemies team with your cute little weapons. It pisses him off so bad he doesn’t even know why. There’s a deep hated settlement for the Blue team, your other teammates don’t catch his eyes like you did, you want his attention so bad dontcha?

When it’s another day of going out to work you almost wanna stay back. But your team needs you as much as you needed them. So you suck it up and pray that Scout would get tired of you one day. You think of what could go wrong, or how it could get even worse. To the point where you’re forced against the wall with his metal bat strangling your neck, the cold steel crushing your windpipe as Scout eyes you up.

“I felt as this could’ve been way more easier on your part, ya know, take ya out some’r real nice. But you wanna be difficult, huh?”

“I mean, I know you got the hots for me, all the babes do.”

His grip lacks in pressure as he geeks to himself, prideful. Taking large amounts of breaths, your hand finds its weapon and clumsily hit him over the head.

It knocks him off you, you’re wheezing and lightheaded as you stumble on top of him. Your fist repeatedly bashing into his face, all the pent up anger slowly releasing as you come to a stop. Holding onto his dog tag with one hand and the other in his hair.

You can say you fantasized the day Scout would fumble into your hands, where you can put the little shit in his place and show him just exactly why you were hired to be here.

The blood dripping down his nose and mouth was not flattering, but god did it feel good. Scout can only suck in his breaths through busted teeth and nose, hazy eyes staring up at you so adoringly.

Putting an end to it, leaving him back in respawn, Scout shudders as he falls backwards on his ass. His heart racing of feeling alive, dead before, but it felt amazing by your hands. The way you looked at him like he was some scum, angering you might be his new favorite hobby.

However, he had to show you what happens when stunts like those get out of hand, don’t you know only he can do that to you?

Spy didn’t think to find himself in love. Not exactly love, loving someone doesn’t make you repeatedly stab their back more than usual. Lingering, waiting, for you to be alone so he can pounce. It’s ungentlemanly of him, but he doesn’t wanna stop so soon.

Just the smell of cigarettes has you on edge, you know it’s your Spy, damned look-a-like. It leaves you paranoid, like a dog with its tail between its legs.

Anyone can be him. Is your Scout a little too nonchalant? Or did you feel unease at your Engineer not answering you in the dead of night, but it’s Engineer, the poor guy needs sleep. But so do you. You can’t feel comfortable in your own base. Always looking over your shoulder, that Demo has been too touchy with you.

It leaves things complicated, one, Spy isn’t so sure on how to reciprocate his feelings with you. It’s unprofessional to date coworkers, one on the other team to be exact. He won’t deny the terror on your face amuses him, it felt nice to know he left a permanent presence that has you petrified. It’s selfish of him to want and indulge, so he carefully, makes himself known in your life. Understand he’s here to stay.

Some psychological damage is being done, you’ve seen plenty of fucked up shit, but being human can only get you so far. It’s gotten to the point you begged your Medic to give you some sorts of medication to sleep better. A place where Spy wouldn’t be able to get you even if he had your physical body back in reality.

You need sleep. He’s making you lose it. You’re losing it and the bags under your eyes are proof.

War leaves something for everyone, a part of you is within those battle grounds. By his hands, laying dead in his arms as your body disintegrates into nothing. You’ll be back at spawn. Dreading to step foot out back to chaos. Because you can see him waiting for you.

Spy needs you without a doubt, you have shown that you aren’t capable of caring for yourself. A mercenary is strong and stable, you were once, yet he’s stripped away a valuable part of you.

[verdantlights]

Symbolism

Hey chat its me ya boy skibidi rizz (im so done im sorry)

i was inspired by @rockwgooglyeyes and @sotogalmo to do symbolisms for each of my ocs!! In order: Animal, Flower, Tarot, Solar, and Sin.

this ones gonna be pretty long since im adding images, I'll be updating this post later with my 2 new ocs' symbols (both s41), so for now itll just be Toki, Clove, Hori, and Sera.

some choices have extended meanings, some dont!

Toki

Animal: Hare (usually fertility,,,, but um... no. just imagine a predatorial rabbit lmao)

Flower: Red Spider Lily (death)

Tarot: I The Magician, reversed. (Manipulation, cunning, trickery, deception)

Solar: Red Giant. A star that is nearing the end of it's life, it is so overwhelmed with energy and heat that it's about to explode.

Sin: Gluttony

Body: Teeth (to take apart)

Clove

Animal: White Tailed Deer (gentleness, kindness, grace, and sensitivity)

Flower: Orchids (hope, resilience, and endurance)

Tarot: XII The Hanged Man, upright (feeling trapped/confined, self-limiting, uncertainty, needing release, contemplation, lack of direction)

Solar: Rho Cassiopeiae. Rho Cassiopeiae (in the Cassiopeia constellation) is a single star, and is categorized as a semiregular variable. As a yellow hypergiant, it is one of the rarest types of stars.

Sin: Sloth

Body: Heart (compassion)

Horizon

Animal: Bat (transformation, true sight, power, rebirth)

Flower: Black Pearl Asiatic Lily (transformation, rebirth, and the hidden depths of the human psyche)

Tarot: II The High Priestess, upright (mystery, intuition, divination, esoteric wisdom/knowledge, things yet to be revealed)

Solar: Event Horizon. The event horizon is the 'surface' of a black hole. It is the point of no return. Once you are past the event horizon, you cannot leave, time and space continuum are warped and your perception of the plane is... gone. You will not be able to escape, it's a one way ticket to your fate: the singularity.

(the event horizon is the warped space around the black hole,,, it warps light as it passes through)

Sin: Sloth

Body: Eyes (The doors to the soul)

Seraph

Animal: Dove (prosperity and peace)

Flower: Lily of the Valley (beautiful, but poisonous)

Tarot: XVIII The Moon, upright (illusion, vagueness, instability, deception, misconception, subconscious, insecurity)

Solar: Singularity. The singularity is the center line of a black hole, it is also the end point. Do not see the black hole as a sphere, see it as a tunnel. The true singularity is the end of the tunnel, where everything is (yes this is a legit term) spaghettified. Light, matter, molecule, element, atom. Everything that passes the event horizon will end up in the singularity. You will die.

(theres no like,,, super cool image of a singularity,, not even what itd look like obv... also, the idea of the singularity is a tad bit outdated and the structure of a black hole has been reworked i believe, but for sake of. my sanity. were going with endpoint/center.)

Sin: Wrath

Body: Shoulder blades (if humans had wings, where would they be?)

[wyfy-meltdown]

I did it again!!! Meet my second PMMM OC: Shinoha Murofushi!

More info below the cut *⁠.⁠✧

Basic Info:

Name: Shinoha Murofushi

Age: 16

Height: 5'6

Wish: "'My ultimate dream could come true'... If that's really the case then, I want to get revenge on those bastards!"

Weapon: Dual Swords

Power: The ability to release attacks used against her back at an enemy*

Soul Gem: Bellflower (*also somewhat looks like a skull) located below the chest, with scales on the bottom of the soul gem

Witch: Nemesis

*She can only absorb attacks that have hit her, and will take damage from anything that hits her. She can store damage for as long as she wants, but when she releases it, every attack she's stores gets released at once. However the attack affected her is how it will affect the target she releases on: Ex. Someone punches her causing a bloody nose, Shinoha releases her damage, and the puncher gains a bloody nose and the pain that caused the bloody nose. Ex2. Someone breaks her arm with a baseball bat, Shinoha releases her damage, and the batter gains a broken arm and the pain of a baseball bat to the arm.

Personality:

She's incredibly standoffish and tries her best to be alone at all times. She rarely leaves her room, and hates going to school. She's quick to judge and mistrust others, and it's incredibly hard for her to lower her guard. She's learned to cut her own hair (due to avoiding leaving the house) and while she has exceptional talent doing so, she has no interest in being a hairdresser. She rarely sleeps, and is always tired. She maintains a perfect poker face, but struggles with violent thoughts and self-loathing: becoming a magical girl has given her an outlet for her struggles, although she gets very brutal in fights. Her favorite food is seafood, and she can't stand the taste of sweet things. Despite her dark thoughts, she's very meek, and seldom voices her opinions and feelings. If she's got a problem with someone, they likely don't know until it's too late. Her downbeat nature means she doesn't have many hobbies; she spends most of her time on her phone, and is a closet idol fanatic.

Design Breakdown:

This design was a challenge and a pain. I struggled A LOT to incorporate her "revenge" wish and find a good theming for it, but all I could really work with was "greek goddess Nemesis" (justice/law/punishment theme). I managed to fit in some wing-like shapes (skirt, swords) but I don't know if it's obvious enough(?) Her hair-circle is meant to look like a halo (angel of punishment theme) but I'm not sure if it just looks like a random circle or an actual halo. I included bellflower motifs because... I have no real reason; nice concept, but I can't draw bellflowers well. Her colour palette was the most difficult part (theming second) because no colours fit her??? I don't know how to describe it, but no colours worked right with her personality (not even black or white). I settled on green with grey hair, but it'll probably change if I ever draw her again. I fear her design is a little to "fantasy" not enough "magical girl" (but that might just be my "ruffles/pink" brainrot). I tried really hard to give her a should cloak, then a caplet, and finally I gave up and just went with the sleeves.

Overall: she was a struggle, and I don't think I got across my theming and motifs well. I might try to redesign her in the future, but for now I'm content with this: I think it's good for my current skill level and her current concept.

Trivia:

She didn't believe in magical girls at all, but after much pestering convincing from Komoe, she unseriously made a wish before becoming a magical girl

Her damage absorbing ability causes her to intentionally endanger herself in fights against witches (possible concept)

Originally her plan was to kill her bullies, but she instead opted to use her power to curse them

She would've liked to be the brooding loner type of magical girl, but Komoe had other plans

She has a mini fridge in her room and it's her favorite thing in the world

It's always dark in her room, so she can see well in the dark (potential plot point later[?])

She's a big fan of spy, action, and mystery movies; and has some form of online review blog

She has a mannequin in her room she vents her frustrations and feelings to (she strongly dislikes showing emotions in public and/or around others)

As much as she's tried to fight it, Komoe often comes to her house with groceries, grief seeds, gifts, and other things to give to Shinoha

Although she was initially very unhappy about becoming a magical girl (she kinda became a magical girl on accident), she's slowly learning to embrace her magical girl persona (and becoming more deranged in the process!)

She named her magical girl swords after her two favorite idols, and has begun a personal sword collection (a goal Komoe helped her set was to eventually forge a sword herself)

She once drank a small bottle of vanilla extract without batting an eye (it was dark, she was tired and didn't feel like reading)

She punts around Inkyuu like a ball