#sherrif rambles

[gigglebug]

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[spinningbagel]

This is a copy and paste from my yap session in the MB discord but yk, something something content something something feeding the fandom

So, the Homeless au is on the mind and I was thinking about how at some point Lá Resistance find him and essentially take him back in and he like...doesn't want to? They kinda drag him back to the base despite him not wanting to and it's less out of the kindness of their hearts and more wanting to watch him, study him even because at this point it's been so long that he should be so much further along in his mutation or hell, even completely mutated but he's *not* he's feral, barely able to speak English at this point because it's been *so long* he hasn't had a need to speak the entire time he's been alone and coupled with the mutation he's just forgotten a lot of it. He can't communicate outside of broken words and noises. He's spent more time with mutants than humans as of late.

Also, I don't think they'd do anything to prevent his mutation, likely deeming him too far gone to do anything about it, they'd just wait for the inevitable and lock him up with the rest of the colossuses when he did fully turn. They don't treat him as a person, he's just a mutant with a little more freedom than the others. Sure he can roam around the base but he's watched constantly when outside anywhere but his given room and the bathroom, they don't trust him to be on his own, especially around the weapons or even the other colossuses. He has free roam but that doesn't mean they trust him, especially in the state he's in at this point in time. To them, he's dangerous, unstable, something that needs to be monitored almost 24/7.

And again, Sheriff doesn't *want* to be here, he's not here at his own choice, he wasn't given a say. He was just whisked away back to the base. He doesn't want to be here, he'd gotten so used to the space and the solitude the city offered outside of the mutants inhabiting it that now he's back at the base, surrounded by people constantly it's overwhelming, there are very few moments when he's completely on his own now, he's not used to people anymore and at this point he'd prefer to go back to being alone, if it meant that he wasn't being watched and studied constantly. The other colossuses are here though, so that's one thing. They've been through what he's going through, they're *like him* even if their memories of their lives before the apocalypse is foggy and they have no recollection of their personal experiences with their mutation, it's comforting to at least know they're there and have gone through the same thing. (Dr. White is there too but he scares him (the Dr. has done nothing but treat him kindly but his mutant brain™️ doesn't trust him at all)). But he's not even allowed to talk to them! Something stupid about exchanging information, he's in no state to be playing messenger but the thought alone is enough for everyone to make sure he didn't get the chance to talk to them at all.

He avoids them, as much as he can do which, means he spends a lot of time in his room, they'd cleared it of everything in it that made it *his* so it was bland and admittedly a really sad sight to behold but it's better than being watched like he isn't even human (is he human at this point?). He prefers it this way, even if he can't roam freely it's better than being monitored, *studied* by Lá Resistance. He misses that, being able to just roam outside freely, not having to worry about people or saving the world or debt of any kind. It's odd, he thought he'd like this better, he spent so long being upset that his friends abandoned him, spent so many nights wishing they'd take him back but now, now that he's been alone for so long where his only source of company is a bunch of mutants that essentially adopted him he just...wants to leave, he missed it, the freedom from people and the company of the mutants. When they assumed you to be one of their own, they were quite nice. He misses them, weirdly enough, he'd consider them family. (He absolutely didn't almost pass away the day they approached him)

Yuh

Some art for your troubles

[altcvnningham]

got hit by “adlerbell cowboy western” au thought during work today and i am wracking my brain trying to come up with a comprehensive plot to have an excuse to write it besides uhhhrhrh. Ummmb adler gunslinging bounty hunter & bell girl on the run after a crime she may or may not have committed………………

[specsthesecond]

Western monsters! Yeehaw!!

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🤠 Orc cowboy with a massive steed almost twice the size of a normal horse. He finds it funny how scared you are of the absolute beast so he all but forces you to get on its back and teaches you how to ride it. You're terrified at first but your attitude quickly changes when he settles behind you, placing his hands over yours on the reins, pressing up close and talking low in your ear in that rich southern drawl.

🐍 Outlaw rattlesnake naga who kidnaps you to do the whole tie you to the train tracks bit but halts in their tracks (haha) when they lick the air and taste...arousal? Perhaps the innocent victim they have over their shoulder isn't so innocent after all.

🐎 Centaur who offers a ride to a poor frantic human only to realise he's been tricked into being the getaway horse for a bandit when the sherrif starts chasing and yelling after them. He easily outruns the Sherrif's horse but now has to deal with being on the run with a theif! A cute thief but still a thief!

🐮 Sneeking into a barn just to have a warm place to sleep for the night only to wake up surrounded by curious cow hybrids. They start pampering and coddling you because you must be so scared and lost, you poor thing. The ranger doesn't take kindly to finding you in a cuddle pile, drinking his prized milk from the source while getting fondled and licked by his prized cows.

🐊 Crocodile hybrid Sherrif who becomes quite fond of the new outlaw in his town. Every time you outsmart him and get away it just makes his dick harder and his heart beat faster. When he finally catches you, after one hell of a chase, he doesn't drag you to the jailhouse but instead to his home. He's rambling on about how someone so cunning and resourceful would be the perfect mate and how he'll breed you full of his eggs to prove it to you.

[rafesfavouritegirl]

ok so rafe has been in jail for about a week because apparently he killed sherrif peterson and he’s allowed one visit in his cell and he chooses you cause ur his gf and u have sex in the cell because he misses u so much

S2 RAFE

behind bars ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

summary: rafe had been sent to jail after accusations on killing sheriff peterkin, and after about a week he was able to have one visitor to his cell, and he chose you

warnings: smut, nothing else other than mentions of murder

notes: i actually love this request! hope you enjoy

you almost burst into tears when you got a phone call from Kildare county’s jail, telling you that rafe had chosen you as his one visitor. you agreed to come down immediately, having nothing else to do other than mope around because rafe wasn’t there to cling onto

you rushed to get ready, throwing on rafes favourite mini skirt, a tank top and a cute light pink cardigan, as well as some white kitten heels to give you a bit of height. your hair was already done, having pampered yourself the whole week trying to get your mind off your imprisoned boyfriend

you grabbed the keys to your pink beetle, as well as grabbing your phone and some money before leaving tannyhill, making your way down the jail. once you arrived, you were taken by plum and shoupe, leading you down to rafes cell

as soon as you seen him you ran into his arms, trying your best not to cry so you wouldn’t ruin your freshly done lashes. you had half an hour together, plum and shoupe leaving you two be to finally have a little time together

“missed you so much baby, don’t know how many times i beg for them to let me see you” rafe murmured against your neck, sitting down on his bed with you straddling his lap, his large arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly

“i missed you too rafe, i couldn’t stop thinking about you” you admitted, your bottom lip going all wobbly at the thought of having to leave him again at the end of the thirty minutes

rafe instantly pulled back, hearing your shakey voice and soft sniffles. “hey, hey don’t worry. i’m gon’ get out of here okay? ward’ll bail me out” rafe reassured you, wiping any tears that were about still spill from your eyes

“but what if you don’t? what if they think you did it rafe, what if-“ your rambles cut short by rafes firm, but comforting voice. “baby it’s all gonna work out, you want me to make you feel better?” he asked soothingly, rubbing soft circles on the side of your hip

you nodded slowly, the soft pout that was on your lips fading into a small smile as you felt rafe lift up your skirt a little, pulling your panties to the side as he pulled his cock out from his jeans

he rubbed his tip along your slit, making you hiss softly. “rafe” you breathed out, squeezing rafes shoulders for stability. he did it a few more times, wetting you up before sliding his thigh length into your little hole, stretching and filling it up deliciously

you whimpered at the feeling, it taking you a little longer to adjust since you hadn’t taken him in a week. “tighter than ever baby, missed this fuckin’ pussy” he grunted, both hands having a firm hold on your hip as he bounced you up and down

you let out quiet whimpers and moans, knowing you had to be quiet to not raise any suspicion from any of the other inmates. rafe burried his head into your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as well as letting a few loose groans fall from his lips

you felt your mind slowly mushing with each pull and pull motion of rafes cock, your velvety walls sucking him in like a vice. he felt bigger and better than ever, and you knew it’d only be a matter of minutes before you came

“so good baby, taking me so well” rafe grunted, one of his hands moving to knead the fat of your ass that was peaking out from under your skirt. he placed sloppy kissing along your neck, mumbling his sweet words in between. “that’s my girl” he added

he picked up the pace a little, feeling your walls clench and flutter around him only spurring him on. your moans got more frequent, arms now wrapping around his shoulders and head resting against his neck

“oh rafe” you whimpered out, feeling a familiar warmth start to pull in your stomach. “what is baby? you getting dumbed down from my cock?” he said, his voice getting a little rougher as he chased his own climax

your manicured nails dug into rafes shoulder blades, his words only making your head melt more. “m-mmh so good” you whined out, the only words you could utter before your brain did start to turn into utter mush

your pussy clenched around him tightly, your back arching and stomach pressing against his chest as you came around rafes cock, making him let out a string of curses. you cried out, still trying not to be obnoxiously loud

rafe kept going, pushing you through your high to get to his. both of his hands were now on your ass, using it as leverage to push you up and down harder on him. he felt himself getting closer and closer, starting to let out more uncontrollable grunts

with a final bounce, he erupted inside of your womb, a cry of your name falling from his lips as his grip loosened, letting you sit completely down on his cock. “rafe” you mumbled, feeling the mess forming on your thighs

he rubbed your back soothingly, calming you down from the sex and emotion tied with it. “i’m gonna get out of here baby, don’t you worry” he mumbled, pulling out and tucking himself into his jeans again, as well as fixing you back up to normal

he sat you back, fixing your hair as well, making sure you looked perfect like you did when you walked into his cell. “your the prettiest girl ever, you know that?” rafe said, admiring you after having been away from you for so long

you smiled, cheeks flushing in a rosy colour. “thank you” you mumbled, slowly standing up from rafes bunk. he stayed seated, letting you fix yourself up some more before finally standing up, pulling you into one last hug before shoupe and plum came back to say time was up

and after about five minutes, the two trotted down the hallway, keys jingling with each echoing step. “times up” shoupe called out, unlocking the cell to let you out.

“bye rafe” you murmured, placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “bye baby, see you soon” he replied, watching as you walked away from him, leaving him alone once again in his sell

god he hoped he could get out, just so see his girl

[shadyshaylee114]

FULL STORY WILL POST IN PARTS TOMORROW

Thank you @specsthesecond for letting me use your plot idea!

🐊 Crocodile hybrid Sherrif who becomes quite fond of the new outlaw in his town. Every time you outsmart him and get away it just makes his dick harder and his heart beat faster. When he finally catches you, after one hell of a chase, he doesn't drag you to the jailhouse but instead to his home. He's rambling on about how someone so cunning and resourceful would be the perfect mate and how he'll breed you full of his eggs to prove it to you.

Sheriff crocodile x outlaw reader (mild violence) (brief mention of loss) (eggs)

You pulled your hair underneath your black hat looking at the rail cart across from you. In and out. Well that was the plan aslong as the sheriff didn't show up. You had moved into town a couple months ago starting with petty theft to test the waters. Taking a pocket watch here, a womens pendant there. Snatching coin pouches with ease. You had noticed the sheriff of course taking note of all law enforcement in any town you went into. You had dealt with hybrids they where still people just normally faster and with heavy animal features. A crocodile was new to you though. Sheriff Dryeden was a sight. For being what you assumed a cold blooded reptile.

He stood at 12"6' his tail dragged behind him as he walked at 1.8 meters long.  He's a greenish-drab color with black stripes and spots on his body and tail. His underbelly was a almost white color from what you could tell from under his uniform. You found him incredibly attractive with his stupid shiny sheriff badge on his chest, his stupid sheriff hat, and his stupid yellow eyes that almost pierced your soul with ever glance.

The first time he noticed you was when you had stolen a bottle of liquor from the saloon owner. He had been meeting up with the mayor and didn't hesitate to take off after you. Luckily you where incredibly smart and fast on your feet  managing to escape him, you went down an alley way and onto the back of your horse. Dryeden was in shock he'd been a fighter since he was a boy no one had escaped him. As he watched you flee on the back of your horse he felt his heart race for the first time in along time.

He continued trying to catch you. Yet you where always one step ahead managing to avoid getting caught by him. The time you robbed the bank he nearly caught you in the vault but you slid into the crowd unnoticed. When you robbed the mayor's home and escaped on the back of a farmers cart hiding amongst his vegetables.

The more dryeden chased you the more he felt the desire to keep you for himself grow.

  Unfourtantly for you that damn crocodile was fast and smart he was always making it harder for you to get away. It started to seem like he knew what you wanted before you even did. If this town didn't have money, You would have already left town to avoid capture.

But you weren't one to let opportunities slip from your fingers , and that freshly mined gold was calling your name. The last job always being the biggest for you. It should be simple you didn't need the whole cart just a couple nuggets. Using the cover of the night you quietly slid up to the rail cart smiling brightly at the gold. Grabbing a couple nuggets sliding them into your bag you noticed the night had gone quiet.

"Why howdy Sheriff Dryeden." You said smiling turning to face the hybrid.

"I'm not letting you get away this time." He growled his eyes glowing under the lights from the mine shaft.

"What a hoot sheriff we both know you aren't going to catch me. I'm to clever for you." You purred placing your palms flat on the rail cart. As Dryden went to step foward you hoped over the rail cart taking off into the mine shaft.

Dryden pushed the rail cart over with a loud crash taking off after you with a roar. You could hear the pounding of his feet behind you. You cursed feeling the rush of air as his claws barely missed your arm. Taking a sharp turn you nearly avoided running into a empty cart.

Sliding quickly you stumbled as your feet struggled to catch traction. You panicked he was catching up fast. Finally pulling yourself together you barely managed to avoid getting slammed into by the sheriff. As he slammed into the wall the sound from the force rattled the walls. If you didn't get out he might make the mine collapse on you both.

He roared as you picked up speed. You had to find away back to the entrance it was the only way out you knew. Running as fast as you could you noticed that you where coming up on one of the stabilizer beams. You could tell that the sheriff was right behind you.

Quickly as you started to pass the pole you threw your hand out using your speed and momentum to turn you around putting you back in the direction you had come from. The sheriff snarled as he slid on the lose dirt trying to stop himself. He used his tail to try and stabilzize himself during the fall. As his chest sid onto the dirt he reached out with his hand wrapping it tight around your ankle. Yanking you down with him.

Letting out a startled cry that was cut short as your chest slammed into the ground. You kicked your leg back aiming for his face. He quickly caught your leg moving his face aside. Dryden could feel himself pressing against his cloaca what a sight you where! He finally had his claws on you after so many chases. He could hear his heart beating the fastest it every has.

Your ankles where in either hand spread out before him as you struggled to escape his grasp. His eyes focused in on your ass watching it move as you tried to pull your legs free clawing at the dirt in a desperate attempt to break free. He moved himself into a kneeling postion flipping you onto your back. He couldn't help but chuckle at the glare on your face.

"You're under arrest. I've caught you little outlaw so it's best you stop struggling. I'd hate to have to hurt your pretty face." He stated moving one clawed hand to grab your wrist placing the shackles from his belt securely onto you. He slid back down rubbing his snout against your cunt moaning softly at your scent. You glared at his actions pulling on your leg trying to get it free once more.

He pulled you over his shoulder as he stood to his feet. You winced in pain as some of his scutes dug into your stomach.

"Come on sheriff just let me go and I'll leave your town." You pleaded knowing the towns people would have you hanged for your crimes. But the sheriff ignored your pleas exiting the mine.

"I'm not taking you to the jailhouse." He stated you blinked confused.

"Where are you taking me then?" Was he just going to kill you himself. Crocodile hybrid didn't eat humans right?

"To my home. Where I'm going to make you my mate." Dryden was blunt not even trying to hide his intentions.

"What? Why me? I'm an outlaw and your the law!" You cried out. Dryden had noticed that you hadn't said anything about being against him being your mate. Making his crocidle face break into a wide smile.

"Your cunning and resourceful you will be the perfect mate and I'm going breed you full of my eggs to prove it to you." He almost dropped you as the scent of your arousal filled his scense of smell at his words. "See my little outlaw your already readying yourself to take my eggs."

"No way your crazy!" You shouted trying to deny that the thoughts of being breed by the crocodile hybrid hadn't already been flooding your mind since the first day he'd chased you out of the saloon. He continued to ignore your cries and struggles as he made his way to his home. After a decent walk you had finally arrived. Dryden entered his home taking you straight to the nest.

You bounced as he dropped you finally allowing you to see something other then his back. You took in the room it was bright shades of green giving a swampy look.

"You miss home often sheriff."  You said softly. Dragging your hand along the nest he'd dropped you on. The nest was incredibly soft. It was mound-like made from vegetation's mostly tall grasses.

"Yes very often but the nest was made for you." You looked at him with a glare at his statement.

"I'm not gonna keep telling you sheriff you're crazy if you think I'm staying here." He titled his head at you giving you that wide crocodile grin.

"Please little outlaw try to run again I do love chasing you." You scowled at him, he was diffently getting on your nerves.

  "So what are you going to do to me?" You asked your curiosity getting the best of you.

"I'm going to make you my mate. Watch you carry my eggs and keep you full of them so you can never leave myside. You're so wise and capable you're exactly who I've been looking for." He stated with a shrug slipping out of his shirt.

He turned his back as he undid his belt going to slip out of his jeans. You looked at the room entrance and didn't hesitate jumping out of the nest. Dryden groaned in delight he'd been hoping you'd be foolish enough to give him another chase before he breed you. After all once you carried his eggs he couldn't allow you to run.

Quickly turning around he took off after you, chuckling when he noticed you going away from the exit. He smiled deciding he wanted to see how strong of a swimmer you where. He appeared in front of you making you slip and curse. You turned around seeing a door you flung it open and as you stepped inside you fell into what appeared to be a small pond.

"Your nesting room is new. This is my pond though. I miss the water most." He said standing in the doorway watching you calmly.

"I built it myself." He added clearly proud of the pond. If it wasn't for the fact you had just fallen in, you'd notice how beautiful it was.

You were swimming with ease. You learned how to swim in a creek bed when you where 6. Your life had always been hard so alittle water couldn't stop you.

"Well thank you for the fast introduction." You snapped sarcastically. He laughed his reptile eyes almost seeming to have more of a purple color.

"I wanted to see if you could swim. The last thing I'd want is for our offsprings to drown you." He was still giving you that wide smile. You found yourself smiling as well.

"Well you succeeded. I can swim but we won't be having offsprings. The towns people will kill me for my crimes." You where cornered and need to convince Dryeden to let you leave.

"We don't have to worry about that I made it very clear to the mayor that once we are mated you will return everything you took. I also already paid for the  liquor you stole." As he spoke he slid into the water. "It's to dangerous for me to take you in the water so let's go back to your nest and dry off." He was slowly swimming towards you. You knew very well how fast he was on land in this pond. His pond you didn't stand a chance.

But still you'd be dammed if you just gave in to him. You were patiently waiting for Dryeden to swim closer to you. Just as he reached out to pull you into his chest. You divided underneath him making a break for the doorway.

Dryeden groaned feeling his cock pushing on his cloaca begging to be released to breed his mate. Taking off after you he quickly caught up wrapping his arms around your small frame. He easily carried you out of the water pressed tightly to his chest.

"My sweet mate no more chasing." He growled. You currently where clinging to him as he walked.

"I'm not returning my stuff!" You shouted starting to struggle again. He snarled at your words bringing his hand down rough on your ass. You squeaked at the sudden strike going rigid. "Did you just spank me?" You hissed out.

"I did my little outlaw and I plan on making your cute ass red until you agree to return the items you took." He slid into your nesting room and set you down on your feet keeping one clawed hand tight on your arm. "I'm going to let go don't run I'm done chasing you I will take you wherever I catch you next. So if you don't want you clothes ripped to shreds remove them now." You glared at his words and began to undress not wanting to ruin your clothes for when you try to run again.

He gave that crocidle smile that you where starting to fall in love with noticing that the purple in his eyes showed everytime he smiled at you.

"You are absolutely a site to behold my darling Lantana." He moaned out taking in the site of your naked body. He stepped foward dragging his hands along your soft flesh. He groaned as he closed his hand around one of your breast. Using his clawed fingers to roll and pinch at your nipples loving the site of them hardening thanks to him. He drew back his hand landing another solid hit to your ass. This one made you yelp jumping alittle closer him.

He used the opportunity to pull you against his chest. Your hardened nipples rubbing against his scales. You let out a soft moan at the feeling. He slid down to a almost bowing postion resting the underside of his head on the top of yours.

"I'll take care of you. We could protect the town together. You'll never want or need anything again. I'll keep you safe, full, and loved. Please my Lantana say yes. Say you chose me to." He begged running his hand thru your hair and down your back. Applying just enough pressure to have you trembling but not enough to do any harm by his claws.

  Gentle you placed your arms around his side placing a soft kiss to his scaled chest.

"Yes Dryeden I want to be your mate." You whispered against him as you trailed kisses along anywhere you could reach.

"You speak the truth little outlaw?" He whinned his grip tightening.

"You'll return everything you took?" He asked hesitating.

"I speak the truth Dryeden. I'll return everything I took. I like the thought of staying with you no more running and hiding." You where afraid. You'd been an outlaw since a child but the thought of living in comfort and stability with Dryeden made your heart race.

"Ah my sweet Lantana!" He cries in delight. Pulling back he looked down at you. At the soft look on his face you placed a soft kiss on his nose. He whinned in need. Lefting you up with ease he placed you on the nest hovering above you.

  You smiled brightly at him and it was as though his world had caved in. You were his everything. His heart, his soul if you had refused to give up being an outlaw he'd have joined you and you didn't even know it.

"Well Sherrif are you going to mate me or just stare at me." You teased. This time when you looked into his eyes it was a mix between purple and red. As you went to ask him he opened his mouth just enough to stick his tongue down your throat. You whinned as he kissed you deep. The feeling of his tongue in your mouth making you wet. He pulled back a almost soft frown on his face.

"We will have to practice kissing my mate I feel as though I'm just fucking your pretty throat with my tongue." He said a hint of annoyance in his voice as he stared down at your lips. You burst into laughter you'd had never felt such joy before.

"We will have plenty of time to practice everything." You whispered kissing along the scales on his neck. He shuddered at the feeling of you playing with one if the scutes that trailed down his spine.

He pulled back dragging his clawed hands along your body as he reached your stomach you flinched. One of his claws had nicked your stomach. He froze licking the blood off your stomach.

"I'll file my nails down more later for now this will have to do." He said, biting off the nails of his index finger and middle finger. Gently dragging one of his fingers along your clit. You moaned at the feeling. Trailing off into a whine as the finger slid into your eager opening. "I have to stretch you for my cock or you'll never take all of me." He growled adding in the second finger sliding his thumb onto your clit. You moaned at the feeling of his scaled fingers stretching you.

"Oh little outlaw your such a site your pretty pussy clenching around my fingers. Shes soaking me wanting to be stuffed full with my cock." You cried out at his words your back arching as he pushed his fingers in deeper. It felt like he was searching for something within your needy cunt.

Your eyes rolled back and let out a silent sound as he pushed onto your g-spot. He growled in delight focusing on that spot while rubbing his thumb in circles on your clit. He continued to fuck you with his fingers. Rotating between pressing against your g-spot and scissoring you as wide open as he could.

"Your getting close my Lantana I can feel how tight you are getting  around my fingers. Cum for me my precious flower." With a cry you came undone on his fingers back arching as he worked you through your orgasam.

"Dreyden please I need you." You whinned reaching out to your mate. Pouting as Dreyden shook his head at you.

"You have to cum atleast two more times to make sure you dont get hurt taking my cock and eggs." He huffed sliding down to place himself between your legs. You looked at him taking in the look on his face. He was enchanting. The look of pure desire written on his face. He gave you that crocodile smile. Opening his mouth and snapping his teeth at the fingers you'd allowed to pet his nose.

"If your going to make me cum again what are you doing all the way down there?" You asked teasing. Dreyden chuckled at your words. He lowered himself more making sure his hands where tight on your waist. You watched as he opened his mouth wide clamping his teeth against your stomach. The feeling of his breath against your cunt made you whimper. Dreyden dragged his tongue along your ass slowly pushing his tongue inside of your clenching cunt.  He whimpered at the taste of your juices.

Your eyes rolled back as you let out a whine. His tongue was as large as a cock and stretching you wide. You looked back down at him your fingers digging into the nest. Dreyden took in every sound, move, and look that you made. His teeth clamped tight enough to draw blood as he slowly moved his tongue inside of you.

He stroked the inside of your cunt with his thick tongue. You trembled as he started to get more aggressive. Increasing the pace of his tongue as he began to feast.

You tasted better then anything he'd ever tasted he'd decided he could live between your legs if you'd let him. Living only off of the taste of you. 

You couldn't take your eyes off of Dreyden. He was lazily moving his tongue inside of your core. Feasting upon you as though you where the last fruit standing in this awful desert.

You gently places your hand on the tip of his nose moaning softly. You pathetically tried to role your hips to receive more friction, but couldn't move an inch between Dreyden's jaw holding you in place and his hands gripping your thighs.

Dreyden groaned deciding to take mercy upon both of you. He snarled using his strength to fuck your body onto his tongue. He knew he should make you come one more time after this but he couldn't take it anymore he needed to be inside of you.

He listened to your sweet sounds as you came on his tongue flooding his senses with the taste and the scent of your release. You felt tears falling down your face Dreyden had already made you cum twice and you knew he intended to do it again.

"Please Dreyden I want you to breed me now." You sniffled hoping to convince your new mate to have pity on your overstimulated mind.

"Aww my poor Lantana. As you wish I'll fill you up with my eggs now." He smirked down at you moving himself back to give you a view of his cloaca. You licked your lips following him into a sitting postion. As you gently trailed the outer lips of his cloaca, Dreyden growled his pupils dilating like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.

"My Lantana lay your hand out flat for me." He moaned. You were quick to do as he asked.

Eyes widening as his huge cock slid past the barrier of his cloaca landing right into your open palm. You took in the site of his cock nothing like a humans. He had to be atleast 15in if not more. His cock was covered in small ridges that almost reminded you of his scutes. And the tip was more open clearly to allow his eggs out.

"So male hybrids can produce eggs and sperm?" You asked curious as you continued to explore his cock with your hands.

"Really little one? You wish to ask questions now?" He asked. Closing his jaw tight with a sharp inhale as swirled your finger around the opening.

"Yes. I want to know." You stated. Dreyden noticed your guard was climbing up as you continued to look at his cock.

"We will take it slow My Lantana. There is no need for you to be afraid." He snarled grabbing your hand.

"Please Dreyden just tell me really quick. I'm a human we aren't normally suppose to carry eggs." You whinned looking him in the eyes his eyes. He sighed.

"If it will bring you comfort I'll explain it. Yes the males of my kind carry both eggs and sperm. The eggs begin to form when we find someone who we select as a perfect mate. My sperm will help adjust your body to aid you in carrying our eggs." He huffed out his half hearted explanation. Once you were carrying his eggs he'd teach you everything you could possibly wish to know.

Dreyden pushed you back down using his strength to flip you onto your stomach. He cupped his hand around your belly partially to keep you stable but mostly because he wanted to feel you swelling with his eggs.

You whinned as Dreydens cock dragged along your folds seeking out the entrance to your wipping cunt. He pulled back taking his cock into his free hand he slowly slid the tip into you.

He growled as he took his time slowly pushing inch by inch into your clenching cunt. As he hit half way in, he dropped himself down using one hand to keep his weight off you. All while incasing your body with his own. Keeping his other hand cupped tight against your stomach his claws digging in just enough to bring you a light pain amongst all the pleasure.

"Your so tight around me my Lantana. I can feel ever ripple of your sweet little pussy as she begs for me to stuff her full." He moaned out pushing himself in deeper. You where a whimpering mess beneath him letting out moans everytime he pushed himself in more. As he found that he couldn't go any deeper he let out a annoyed rumble.

Pulling himself out he flipped you onto your back smiling at the site of you. Your hair was a mess and your pupils had expanded. Soft sounds left your lips as you reached out to him.

"Bite into my scales." He ordered. He dragged the side of his mouth along your head. Letting some of his canines scratch along the top of your ear. You moaned biting down lightly onto his chest. "Oh sweet heart your going to bite harder then that."

He pushed the tip of his cock in. You let out a cry biting down onto hard onto his chest. He thrusted all the way into your cunt. You could truly feel him now he was pressed right into your cervix the ridges on his cock gently rubbing against your g spot. Dreyden started with slow shallow thurst allowing you to stretch around him. Your fingers dug into his back while your teeth tried to pierce his scales.

You felt tears falling down your face in full force as Dreyden began to move faster. His rough pace rubbing your chest along his own. He pounded into your poor cunt finally pulling back to hear your sweet cries.

"Your crying my Lovely Mate. Yet I won't stop. The site of your pretty little pussy clenching around my cock is all I'll ever think about again." He snarled watching the way your stomach bulged with every thrust.

"Your so good taking my cock so well. I can't wait for you to cum all over my cock and swallow my eggs into your womb." He growled dragging your leg up against his side pushing himself in deeper. You let out only what could be described as a high pitch whine. As you began to coat his cock with your cum. Dreyden let out a growl.

"That's it. My Lantana your cumming so hard for me." He moaned continuing with his brutal pace.

"Dreyden! Please I need just a second." You sobbed trying to wiggle away from him. You where to sensitive and Dreyden wasn't letting up.

"It's to much for you is it? My poor girl, I won't be stopping tell your womb is heavy with my eggs." He growled pulling you up to push deeper and rub your clit against the softer scales on his abdomen.

"Ah I could keep you cumming on my cock." He moaned rocking his hips slowly giving you a moment to catch your breath. You let out soft moans as he slowly rocked his hips keeping his eyes on you.

"That's it beautiful relax on my cock I can't have you so upset and tense when I fill you up." He cooed at you wiping the tears from your cheeks with his large hand. You nuzzled his palm sniffling from the tears you had shed. Dreyden let a couple minutes pass tell the ripples of your climax dulled down to soft clenches. Softly biting your lip you looked at your mate.

"Oo..okay.. Dreyden. . I think I'm ready. I want your eggs." You whimpered out nibbling on your lip. He nodded starting back up with some soft shallow thrust. Building up into a rougher pace.

He began to brutally pound against your cervix listening only to your sweet cries as his eggs began to push against his cloaca. It was time for him to fill you up.

He pulled back almost slipping out ,before thrusting back down roughly. This allowed the head of his cock to slip into your cervix giving his eggs access to your womb.

You tensed up almost trying to pull away as unfamiliar pressure began at the entrance of your cunt. You closed your eyes grinding your teeth. You felt the first egg work it's way up to your cervix before it pushed it's way inside settling against the wall of your womb. You moaned softly trembling trying to pull away as the next egg began to make it's way.

"Don't fight it Lantana, you doing such a good job for me. Already holding one of our eggs you can take the rest." He whispered trying his best to keep you at easy. He reached down using one clawed thumb to play with your clit as the second egg entered your womb. You moaned once again feeling tears fall down your face.

How could something feel so incredible yet uncomfortable at the same time. Dreyden rocked his hips watching your tight cunt swallow his eggs as they pushed there way inside. He swallowed,  your belly was beginning to swell as the third egg had made its way inside.

"Dreyden... how many eggs are there?" You whimpered eyes sliding closed as the eggs continued to make there way inside.

"My eggs have been forming since we meet at the saloon my little outlaw. I'm guessing atleast six." He grunted out thrusting a little deeper to adjust the eggs already resting inside of you. You whinned out at his actions cracking your eyes open enough to glare at him.

"We are only at three right now My Lantana. You can only take one egg at a time." You looked at him feeling a little annoyed at his words.

"All I can feel is you and the eggs." You whimpered rocking your own hips. Feeling the fourth and fifth egg push there way in.

He groaned the sixth was the biggest he could fell his own cloaca struggling with the size.

"My little Lantana this last egg is big. You have to stay calm. Once its inside ill make you cum again. " He whispered nuzzling against your chest. At the pressure forming inside your cunt you knew his words to be true. The other eggs had been uncomfortable but this egg was thick spreading you open even wider on Dreydens cock.

"Dreyden. I can't." You sobbed out trying to wiggle away from him and the egg.

"You have to be a good girl and take it." He snarled grabbing your hips and thrusting himself foward. You whinned shaking your head as the pressure intensified.

You wanted to do nothing more then to make Dreyden proud of you for being able to carry all his eggs. Plus the thought of one of your eggs not making it because of you broke your heart. So half heartdly you rolled your hips back taking the egg and Dreydens cock deeper.

"There we go. Look at that so spread open for me so willing to push yourself to take all my eggs." He cooed spreading your lips open to get a better view of his cock being swallowed up by your cunt. As the final egg pushed into your womb you let out a broken sob sinking your teeth into your own hand. Dreyden reached out wipping away at your tears.

"Shhh, your okay it's all the way in now sweet." He cooed licking at your knuckles.  As you settled your head onto his chest breathing slowing he chuckled.

"We aren't done yet My Lantana your gonna cum one more time so I can fertilize our eggs." He purred rocking his hips.

He settled into a steady pace allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. Slowly thrusting into you. You where already worn out and he wanted to let you rest. Appling more pressure to your clit and giving a couple more thrust he smiled as you came.

He growled as he pulled back to take in the site of his beautiful mate. Your stomach bloated with his eggs your face covered in tears. Dreyden came at the site coating your womb and his eggs with seed. He moaned giving shallow thurst to keep the cum pushed into your cunt.

Dreyden finally pulled out after a couple minutes. Slowly watching as thick glops of his cum slid out of your cunt. He slowly pushed the cum back  feeling inside your cunt to make sure the eggs where being held safely.

"You did such a good job!My beautiful Lantana all six of our eggs are safely in your womb." He said rubbing his face against your swollen belly. You slowly touched your own stomach feeling the eggs.

"Six babies?" You whispered in awe.

"Yes six! Ill keep you full of my cum for the next 90 days then we will lay the eggs so they can hatch on there own." He stated his eyes shinning with excitment. He had found his perfect mate. You would now be his forever nothing would take you from him.

[neurotypical-sonic]

so like I want to write a series of small fics that are about sonic wachowski and tom (and the rest of the fam) but specifically about how tom is a cop, specifically a small rural town cop, and how that affects all of them. like ive rambled on so many times

but. I am not american, i have never been to america, and i dont know the small details about how cops function and work there. I know a lot about how specifically small town cops work in my own country (dont know as much about city cops but that's whatever)

my question is. should I put in some work and research the smaller details about cops in america or just work with the knowledge i have. Like. I will admit that these fics will be a lot of projection, based on me growing up in a small rural town with a cop for a dad who was considered one of the town leaders/one of the most well known people in the town (this isnt me bragging btw it was hell). and how it inherently sucked

Im gonna ramble about the smaller details im talking about under the cut, about the things i wamt to explore in the fics

first off in my country we dont have sherrifs or whatever. cops do have ranks, but to rise through them, they have to study and take exams and such to pass. and, there is limitted availability. to "upgrade", a position has to be free to do so

in the same vein, a cop cant just move to a new town and become a cop there. There has to be a position open in that town, they have to apply for it, have the right credentials and be accepted. theres a newsletter or something that shows all the open positions

in the case of smaller towns, the cop wasnt responsible for just the town, but rather an area. i think they mught be called county's in america? idk. here they're called shires or councils. but for example, when my dad was working, his area of work wasnt limited to just Nametown, but also like 5 other smaller towns that were close by, and everything inbetween. a lot of the time it was like 45 minutes in either direction of the town. And there would be times, due to limited availability of other cops, he'd have to cover other areas he normally wouldnt, or be called in to help with something specific

uhhh that's like. The most important stuff i guess. Bunch of other smaller details i dont think would matter lol. do you think i can get away with making tom work like an Australian cop

[delopsia]

Hello and welcome to "Del wants to ramble about the Outer Range season 2 trailer." I hope you're ready for a whole lot of nothing...

The CGI continues to remind us that it is, in fact, CGI. What the hell is this?

Flash scene of Wayne burning his damn house down. I'd know that bald spot anywhere.

Y'all already heard me ramble about this, but there's something wrong with this dinner scene. Aside from us knowing that the family is not together, there's one major oddity in the background.

Rhett's truck is an entirely different color.

That's his lightbar with the iconic four lights. Still a single-cab GMC Sierra. But Rhett's truck is blue. Not tan.

Wilder, we see Rhett's truck a few scenes later! You can even see how the hood is bent from hitting the billboard.

We finally confirm that Amy is 8. Even though the writer said she was 9...😑Brian Watkins, I had faith in you being correct. If you squint, you'll notice that Rhett's right hand is wounded. I doubt this stems from the rodeo because he always uses his left hand to hang on to the bull. The only injury we saw was to his left shoulder.

I'm taking the guess that up until now, Rhett likely didn't know that Amy went missing during the rodeo. Which may cause him to realize that Cecelia never abandoned him; she was just looking for Amy.

In the official Season 2 press notes, the following is mentioned: "After Amy's disappearance, Rhett is torn between his dreams of starting over somewhere new with Maria and being a dutiful son to Royal and Cecelia." So, I can assume that this might be what sets that into motion?

Offhanded, but this is SUCH a good look on her

MY TOUCH THEORY IS DOING THINGS. Look at Autumn's hand. Royal's touching the back of it, and as soon as he pulls away, the cute cosmic lights stop.

I'm so happy to see this random side character make a return. I was so nervous that she was one of those characters that appear for two minutes and that's it.

...this is a wild way for Joy to get in touch with her roots. But unfortunately for her, talking about it will more than likely get her a one-way trip to a psychiatrist.

Clyde is alive and well; bless him.

I've said it once, and I'll say it again. How the hell did Billy survive being shot through the neck??

and also

WAYNE? All it took was Billy feeding him a little bit of time powder and he's back to his old menacing ways. Meanwhile Luke looks like he lost part of his soul when that herd of buffalo ran him over.

Luke, what does this gesture mean. Strangle? Punch? My jaw hurts? And I assume this is Autumn we're seeing on the corner? Patricia maybe? I dunno.

Edit: I'm 99% sure that's Patricia.

PERRY YOU DAMN IDIOT. HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING FROM YOUR LAST BAR FIGHT?? I don't know who this other dude is but I hope he gets Perry square in the mouth <3 please I need to see Perry get his ass handed to him

This gives me so many thoughts. Rhett's shorter hair. He's a hand holder, your honor! Sentence him to a lifetime of snuggles and interlaced fingers!

So we know that for sure, Joy will somehow return to the present timeline. I don't know who could be driving this vehicle, but it looks a lot like the one that was sitting in the Tillerson's driveway in S1. We know Billy drives the older red vehicle, so this can either belong to Luke or Trevor.

Hear me out, hear me out. We can assume that the blonde woman is Autumn, considering the whole...cult thing. We've seen a handful of scenes of her with Luke in this trailer, so what if that's him holding her hand? That hat silhouette looks an awful lot like the one we saw in S1.

Alternatively, It can also be Rebecca and Perry, but I have no evidence to back this other than the blonde hair.

*in my best patrick star voice* WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?

I cannot be convinced that this is a real scene. It's gotta be some kind of dream that Royal is having, especially when you take note of the little white things floating around. It gives a sort of dreamy effect.

THIS IS SHERRIF JOY! Not only is the outfit the same in the following scene (not the one of her running lmao, that's just to show you what the gun looks like), but you can see the gun on her hip.

The hand on Rhett's throat is smaller than his is. Look how thick his fingers are compared to the mystery ones. I'm betting my left foot that this is a female character doing this to him. Autumn and Rebecca are on my list of suspects.

But also, what the hell is he looking at? Never once is he looking at the person doing this to him; he's looking at something behind the camera. Baby, what did they do to you this season?? 😭

I hit my picture limit, but Wayne (I think) diving into the hole made me giggle. He picked such an iconic pose.

Someone says quote "Time reveals all." But I don't think we've heard this voice before?? Who the hell is speaking?

This final shot is insane. Don't know who is coming out, presumably Perry or Wayne, but you could ABSOLUTELY spin Outer Range as a horror if you really wanted to. The elements are all there; they just need a little reworking!

[kawakalalala]

I hope you're feeling better from your injury 💜

Here's some silly writing ideas (no pressure!!):

Western AU- Outlaw Abby kidnaps Reader who is the sheriff's daughter for ransom. Over the time she's with her, Abby starts to develop feelings for her and it gets spicy from there

Medieval AU- Knight Abby and Knight Reader are in the same guard but are rivals, constantly trying to outdo the other. One day, the tension bubbles over.

Or just maybe how Abby would react to her partner getting hurt during a patrol

Alright enough rambling, thanks for reading!! Hope doesn't bother you!!

hi!!!! PUH-LEASE don’t apologize for rambling. i fuckin love rambling! and thank u! unfortunately i tried to go back to work like the little overachiever i am and made myself worse..☺️

n e wayz!

holy shit the western au has my little horse girl brain in a chokehold. outlaw abby w a little quarter horse mare :((((

on the topic of horsey abby…

rodeo!abby !?!?!? barrel races and drives a truck, competes every weekend and literally babies her horses w a million different toys and rugs and treats… spends all day at the barn w you if u also ride 🤧🤧🤧

horse show gf!abs (for my own sake i think im gonna make a whole post on this) UUUFHFHFHFHHF OH MY GOD i wish there were more gay horse girls to explain how hot this is. she helps u drive down to the venue and waits w u between classes and lugs all your stuff back and forth from the trailer :((((

i did rodeo as a kid but now i do a discipline called the hunter jumpers, which is like the bougiest version of equestrianism HEHAHSHA but ok enough

OBSESSED W SHERRIF’S DAUGHTER!R AND OUTLAW!ABBY BUT WHAT ABOUT SHERRIF’S DAUGHTER!ABS AND OUTLAW!READER!!!

cause imagine being in the town jail and eyeing her and trying to flirt your way into getting her keys but getting hooked on her 🫣🫣🫣

HOLT SHIT KNIGHT RIVALRY 🤤

ANY RIVALRY IS MT FUCKING WEAKNESSSS LIKE YES BATTLE FOR DOMINANCE PLEASE

this is a mess sorry im fangirling over things in my own head

[sharpth1ng]

Hi!

So I rewatched scream recently after having read debaser four times (since November last year no I am not okay) and idk if you've already been asked this but: if you could write scream without making changes to the pov and stuff like that what would you change (if anything at all)?

Because when I was watching it I realised that I like the plot of debaser better (not necessarily because of the romance, but just on the murders and everything) and idk if that's just because you're an amazing writer (which you are BTW your writing is literally perfect I don't even know how you do it) or if it's because of how you made small details of the story make more sense or even because the killer pov works better? Idk

So yeah I'm really curious on how you would do it both on a story and on a cinematography level!!!

(also sorry if that did not make any sense I'm mostly rambling 'cause I have a lot of thoughts)

Hey, first off thank you that's so, so sweet! Second, this is a really interesting question.

Honestly theres not a whole lot I would change about scream, a lot of it is little stuff that wouldn't necessarily be a big difference in the final product. I wouldn't change much about the cinematography really, so many of the shots in this movie are made in homage to other horror movies and I love those. They feel like easter eggs.

Some examples:

Gale nearly hitting a blood-drenched sid and swerving around her matches the scene in Carrie (1976) where she almost gets hit by a car and they swerve (a bunch of the shots in these scenes are pretty matched to each other)

Caseys hanging and Pat's hanging in Suspiria (1977)

Casey's phone call and like, all of When a Stranger Calls (1979)

Billy sneaking in Sid's window and Glen sneaking in Nancy's window in A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984) - especially because Skeet was partly cast for his resemblance to Glen

This isn't even a fraction of the shot references in the movie, let alone references in dialogue, cameos from other horror movies (Linda Blair has a cameo as a reporter and Sherrif Burke is also Sargent Parker in Nightmare on Elm Street), or just movies and pop-culture references seen in the background. Like it would take me forever to list them all. I honestly can't express how satisfying and dense Scream (1996) is as a fan of horror. It goes so much further than the movies actually explicitly mentioned.

ANYWAYS. All that was just to say I wouldn't change a lot about the cinematography.

A lot of what I would change has to do with tightened plot elements. One of the things that does frustrate me about the movie is how vague Billy and Stu's alibi's are after Casey's death. I don't need them to be perfect, but we know the cops talked to them the next day at school, and later when Billy is at the police station they seem surprised to find out he left his house that night. The fact that he either lied about that or left it out would have been a major red flag for the cops, and it just seems like something you would want to consider if you're planning to get yourself arrested and betting on being released. Basically I think that should have been something he revealed when questioned by the cops at school.

A number of other details I would change mostly have to do with off-screen events, but they would alter minor stuff on screen in a way that I think would make the plot more satisfying as it unfolds. Basically I just wish Kevin Williamson had decided who did which kill. It's obvious that he decided that it didn't need explaining since it was off screen and the protagonist wouldn't have access to that information. I don't even need it to be shot that differently, I don't need Skeet or Matt in the costume instead of a stunt man to give us a sense of who is who, I just want it to be physically possible for them to get around in a way that makes sense. It should be something that can be reasoned out in a consistent way if you pay enough attention.

This is particularly a problem for me with Himbry's death and hanging, and with the chase sequence at the house. Like Ghostface kills Kenny, watches Sid run away... doesn't chase her? Like he would be behind yeah, but also she's the main target and she seems to be running down the driveway. Instead he hides Kenny's body and goes back into the house? Why? Where did Randy go and why didn't he leave through the front door? Was Ghostface just waiting inside the house for Dewey instead of going and trying to find Randy or Sid? All of this feels a little sloppy to me since we know the phones in the house work. Any of those people could be calling 911.

Another moment like this is the one where Sid gets attacked in the washroom. A lot of people take that to be Billy given the fight they've just had in the hallway, but the timing of the scene seems to follow directly after that fight. Sid walks away from him, so if she's walking directly to the washroom he's behind her, how is he going to get into the washroom and hide in on of those stalls without her noticing if he has to come in after her? This also just seems unnecessarily risky for him, given how cautious he is otherwise.

I prefer the idea that this attack isn't actually a real ghostface, it's one of the ghostface copycats we see running around (one of the two dudes we see Himbry disciplining). In the original script the scene in the washroom comes directly after Billy and Sid's fight in the hallway, with the scene of Himbry yelling at the two fake ghostfaces following after the washroom instead of the hallway fight. To me this suggests that at least in the original script, these two likely got caught harassing Sid in the washroom and thats what Himbry is disciplining them for. I really don't know why the order of those shots was changed for the movie.

(side note could these dudes be more intentionally Billy and Stu coded? Lmao like my man on the left is literally wearing Billy's same plaid shirt)

Also as a side note- some people use the matching shoes as evidence that it was Billy in the washroom, but the movie deliberately shows us that several people have those shoes, one of the others being Sheriff Burke. These shoes are actually a red herring, so we can't use them as evidence.

So yeah basically some of what I would change is the order of certain scenes. I also wouldn't mind a better indication of the timing of things, some clocks in the background of certain shots would go a long way for me. I also would have liked for the movie to do a better job laying out the geography of Stu's house, so that we know where everything is in relation to everything else before the chase. I just think that works better for a movie like this with multiple moving parts.

Oooh another big one for me is the call that Randy gets to let him know Himbry has been killed. Who does he think is calling him like that? Why are they calling the house? It obviously has to be Stu, Billy has his hands full ( 💀 ) and it would be too much of a risk to bet that people in the house would find out in time to clear out when they need them too. Basically I just think the writing of that moment could be improved, but I also think it's likely written way it is because Himbry's death scene was a later addition pushed for by executives who thought the movie needed a higher body count.

Final thing I can think of (and its pedantic as hell) is that some of Randy's movie references don't make sense. Calling Billy Leather face? Bringing up Prom Night to argue that the killer isn't Sid's dad (when the killer in prom night is a relative of the original victim)? It would be fine if the movie was pointing out Randy as being a little full of shit but the franchise positions him as the Movie Guy who knows all the Movie Stuff, so they should at least make his references work better.

Lmao ok, thats probably enough, i've written an essay. Possible there's more I would switch up but thats the stuff that comes to mind right now!

[joifee]

Ok ok ok, since you allowed me to ramble in your asks, I have come here as I have a fanfic idea that I cannot stop thinking about for the past two weeks, and I cannot write it yet. Thus I'm left with an idea left in my head and I gotta let it out somewhere.

So it does connect empires s1 and s2. I have an idea that when S2 Scott has gotten his magic eye, he also gets memories of his past life, which was ofc S1 Scott. And as we know, S1 Scott was courting Jimmy, despite the other not really realizing it, and later on in the series there just wasn't time for the courting.

Plus we see, at the end of S1 Scotts pov in the other realm -- in his perfect world -- it's heavily implied that those two are together or at least lived together [There was something queer romantic going on there, and I live for it]. So it made me think, that s1 Scott's pov ending was just the man's wishful thinking before his body just shuts down, and he got reincarnated years and years later as S2 Scott, only getting memories back when he got the magic eye.

Tbf I dont think it even would be that weird for the series, as S2 Sausage himself has memories of S1, so I think it would fit in some way.

I just kind of want Flower Husbands S2 where Scott now has started developing feelings for our neighboring Sherrif, but at the same time, he thinks he's just projecting his feeling onto the man, that isn't the same guy, but only looks at him and kinda behaves like the one he loved.

Funnily enough, if you watched Pix's Empire's ending [Which Im sure you did], he has also said how Tumble Town folks are actually armor stands powered by magic, they just don't really wanna admit it as time goes. So Mezalean King could have made someone similar to Jimmy [his best bud! His first and best Ally!] to try to cope. So. The sheriff isn't Jimmy in the end [at least not from what I've been thinking about atm. It can always change]. But he's just made in the image of a long-dead Codfather </3

okay but this fucking slaps i looooooove the drama when you have the time you might as well revisit it! its a nice, romantic but also sad idea lotas of angst potential BUT omg yessss he is projecting the feelings on the "armor"stand version of jimmy because he does look like esmp 1 jimmy but like its definitly not the same person, considering personality and like the fact he aint a fish anymore so of course he has to think "hey its not the same one" but he cannot help falling in love all over again with like a different version of jimmy but one: its not his jimmy and second maybe he gets over the feelings and like both of them go their own ways nkdbsblbfkjfb yeeeee thats such a good ideaaa thanks for telling me :D wanna makes me spam my ideas to you /or like my fanfic draft

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[spinningbagel]

Winged Au ramble - by request of @dem0nguy , here ya go man1!1!1

So, the title for the au is pretty self explanatory. Wings wow, bird people. No but uh, Sheriff has wings in this au in a world where hybrids such as himself are seen as valuable and rare. Treated more like a pet and less than an actual person.

Obviously the whole apocalypse happens and yadda yadda all that, the only major difference being Sheriff is having to hide his wings, in fear of being treated like an animal and fear of having someone remove them (because prior to the apocalypse, it unfortunately was common for people involved with the black market to remove someone's hybrid features and sell them.)

The specific type of bird Sheriff has the wings of is kinda up in the air. But I am thinking Magpie because of my personal headcanon of him being Australian and also, if you've ever seen a magpie in Aus (outside of Tas, they're quite lovely there) then you'll know how aggressive those fuckers can get when people get too close to their kids (and in this case, Sheriffs family [that being La résistance])

He does a pretty good job at hiding his wings for the entirety of the show, Vegan only really being the only one to have suspicions of something because she's just naturally perceptive like that. He keeps them pressed up against his back with bandages or whatever wrapped around his torso to keep them there. It's very uncomfortable for him but he "has to do it" (spoiler: no he doesn't)

Yeah no so he does a pretty good job at hiding it up until the mission shopping episodes. I'm a little iffy on the exact details of what goes down but essentially he gets ejected from his helicopter and to avoid Y'know. Dying. He's gotta out himself and fly with his wings.

Shit goes down idk but the rest of the group are supportive of the hybrid half of him and yeah. I mean, if they can handle him being partially mutated, this is a cake walk.

Uhhh, yes Ryan is also a bird man in this. Feel I should mention this.

That's about all I can cook up at 10am on a Friday, hope this suffices for now but my ask box is open 24/7

[rabioa]

COWBOY AU RIDDLE!!!!

Click "Keep reading" to see my thoughts and rambles about this new AU I thought of!

So I've always wanted to create some kind of AU for Twisted Wonderland, and one day I got struck by the random idea of the Wild West.

I decided that Riddle MUST be the sheriff, since it just works so well considering his righteous demeanor.

I tried to look at multiple references for cowboys and the wild west (Which I had sketched on the side to make note of). It turned out to be a lot more difficult than I thought, since I didn't want to go completely generic cowboy.

I added lots of heart themes to his design, but that's because I think it helps keep him recognizable as Riddle Rosehearts and I had the idea that his nickname would be something like "Sherrif of Hearts" to mimic how he was the representative of the Queen of Hearts.

I went with a bold bright color palette instead of a more traditional dusty browns and muted colors that cowboys more often wear because I want this AU to seem more cartoonish. I also think it'd be a shame to mute everyone's bright and iconic colors.

I limited his color palette to the same few colors to continue the cartoonish aesthetic.

I intend on doing other characters, so if you have an idea you wanna share with me, feel free to drop into my ask box!! Pls I'm desperate for human interaction about this AU

[madness-combat-confessions]

Incoherent rambling alert!

Man the world would be so much better if like more artist drew Sanford as like.. a bear(in a gay slang terminology) cuz like i have a complicated history with his character , bcuz he is somewhat overlooked , especially in MPN cuz he has way less dialog than like deimos or doc , man i think sherrif has simmilar amount of dialouge and he appears like... 3 times? Thats sucks a bit cuz he is my fav guy but thats not the main point of the rant .

Here's the thing , when i first joined the fandom i kinda had no problems with that , like "yeahh manboobs , cool." But like it kinda became old rlly soon , if you go on twitter and like scroll the main tag for some time you'll find out that basically theres like little to no difference between artist's headcanons on the main cast , like its all just twinkish/insanely buff  ( exept for like 2 оr 3 artists who actually draw em fat <3 ). And after playing MPN i kinda was confused cuz it kinda appeared to me that there were a lot of hints that (for fuck's sake they live in a desert filled with cannibals , zombies , abominations and other freaks , does it realy seems like they've got the time to calculate the amount of water they should drink in order to burn the neccesary fat layer to get abs?)(( But in order not to sound like a  hypocrite i also consider that starved/unhealthily thin portrelays would be valid in their setting and i kinda think that's how they look in krinkel's pieces lol ,no offens tho!!! I love mr.K's art! ))

For example thanks to johnny utah's Voice it's kinda clear that Sanford is not that young n stuff and dunno seeing him being charecterised as a himbo for the 100th time got me bangig my head against all solid surfaces.

And like thers this unspoken thing , like usually if you headcanon anyone in the main cast as slightly uglier/older/fatter (not in a mean way ofc!)than accepted in the fandom you'll immeadietly get a side-eye , or accusations like "oh thats totally a fetish thing lol" and like... is it? Like when everyone going nuts over oiled up bodybuilder suddenly im the freak if i think that having a naturall layer of fat over muscle is better...

Anyway rant is over , in conclusion i'd like to say that like dont be afraid to experiment with stuff yknow ,the world is filled to the brim with different races , bodytypes , personalities. Like headcanon wars should die off honestly

So anyways yeah , basically i fw fat , old & ugly bitches

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[ceaselxss]

//Fuck it im just gonna ramble about ff7 VtM

Starting off easy, Rufus is the Ventrue Prince of Midgar. He is so so clearly Ventrue that it's not funny. His Primogen are the Directors, but they have no true power. Tseng is his Sherrif and Tseng answers directly to him.

Scarlet is a Toreador with the most horrific opinions on art; when you have an aesthetic fixation but you're a sadist. She actually really suits the way Toreador Antitribu are characterised

Palmer was the former President's Ghoul but nobody has bothered to upkeep that in a while

Reeve is a Tremere; a very intelligent mage type vampire that no other vampire respects

Heidegger is a Ventrue in the way that Ventrue were often paladins in the old nights; he was Embraced by the former President so keeps his clan type

Hojo is a Tszimice, the horrible flesh shapers who just want to bring pain, chaos and suffering to people

I simply cannot define Tseng for the life of me; he suits too many of them and i cannot pick

Veld is Lasombra

For SOLDIERs

Angeal is a Brujah, but a very very composed one. He's actually probably a True Brujah in that hes closer to the original Warrior Scholars than the current Violent Rebels

Genesis is easily a Toreador, I would also give that to Roche and theres a fun dynamic with the Toreador that older Toreador conflict a lot with younger ones over what constitutes art and I think finding motorbikes artful would cause a lot of fun conflict

Sephiroth. I don't know how to define Sephiroth. He's probably not a vampire, something else is going on there

Cloud is connected to whatever is going on w Sephiroth, and Zack is either thin blooded or Caitiff

and im running out of steam but i did think about Nero; Lasombra is the very easy choice bc theyre the ones who control shadows and are heavily associated with darkness but as of v5 that power is called Oblivion and shared with one other clan which i actually think suits Nero better; the Hecata The Hecata are an independent clan who overall don't care about any of the other clans, they care about three things; the concept of death, power, and their own family (they care about family to an incredibly unhealthy degree) A vampire's bite is pleasurable to anyone bitten unless they are bitten by a Hecata, who's Kiss is incredibly painful to endure