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reshinless · 4 months ago

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the first time you let kinich take you out, you didn't expect him to do this—similarily seen in his birthday voiceline!

"are you really sure this is safe?! "you feel his gloved hands under your body as he picks you up into his arms—bridal style and everything. "I'm very sure, don't worry; my saurian is nice."

The eight-bit dragon merely grumbles under his pixelated breath as his huge, green hydra lets you both onto his back. "I don't kill humans that don't have the name 'kinich malipo', nor a saurian hunter." The statement sounds forced and almost sarcastic, but just enough for you to believe it.

kinich sat down, and let you take a seat right beside him—on his left specifically. the beast slowly spread its small, byte-like wings into the air, and leaped off.

the wind was fresh, blowing into your face, and through your hair. the saurian hunter only holding you close by your waist, a secure—firm grip, enough for you to relax, even for just a moment.

the view was worth millions of mora, you've never been able to see natlan this clearly. an enthralling, gorgeous, and unforeseen observation from the skies, maybe this ride wasn't as bad as you thought.

the night lightened the mood of the city, and the rest of natlan so beautifully. it almost brought you to tears, this is the same city you've been exploring this whole time, huh?

instinctively, you leaned in closer to the infamous raven head they call the saurian hunter 'malipo'. he couldn't help but set a speck of dust—a mere knit of red dance along his warm skin, specifically his face.

he lets out a bijou cough, clearing his throat of nervousness. as he softens his hold around your torso, letting you observe every little detail you may find while ajaw flies through the skies, giving you a show.

you shuddered—the temperature of the skies isn't what you expected. silently, almost expecting it, he swathed you in the simple fabrics of his jacket. the scent was such a familiar scent, that you couldn't help but melt into such clothing, only leaning your head further to your right.

ajaw suddenly leans too harshly onto the right, almost making kinich fall off—yet he seemed almost.. unfazed? "kin'!" your shout echoed through the skies, even stunning ajaw temporarily. a stoic, apathetic expression was on his face, kinich in this situation wasn't too amused, even letting out a scoff—growing a smirk on the very same expression. "seems like your trick backfired." "ohhhh- quit it, kiniiichh!!"

you let out a sigh of relief, "does he always do that? scared me half to death!" a concerned look tells him everything you felt when you saw him slip for a moment. "usually yeah, don't worry about it." you felt a similar smile bloom on your face, as ajaw slowly starts to descend, and kinich scooping you back into your arms.

he sets you down on the ground, near the house mualani lent you for the meantime of your travels in the renowned toyac springs. it was even prettier at night, you swear you could see the petals in the water light up under the moonlight!

"you feel nauseous, or sick? anything of the sort?" he checks your face, and any other spots where your skin can be seen, looking for any signs of injuries. "if so, I can punish ajaw for doing such." "hey that isn't what we agreed on!—" a rock is thrown at the large dragon, a growl as it keeps quiet. a gaze full of anger set out on kinich as you let out a chuckle.

"i'm fine, no worries. here, your jacket." you reach to hand his jacket back, you felt almost fighting against giving it back, it was warm, and it felt like a piece of him would always be with you. "—keep it. you'll need it for the rest of the night if you continue to hang outside. which I know you probably will, mualani is active at night, especially when cooking."

"so... i'll see you tomorrow?" your eyes looked into his for a moment, tilting your head even. "a- ahem... yes, I'll be here tomorrow. chief asked for your help anyway, so."

"bye then." you send a small wave to him.

"mmh.. yeah bye." he nodded, turning around to hide the redness that bloomed on his cheeks as to how flowers would in spring. gosh it was still fall!

"and goodbye to you too, ajaw." you waved the eight-bit dragon off as he huffed in pride. "farewell to you too, human."

you swear you could hear him and ajaw bickering about how you greeted them both a good night as they flew off once more, back to the canopy.

maybe you should go out more, specifically with kinich.

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year ago

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Just started thinking about labor and delivery nurse Steve Harrington having to fill in for his best friend Robin in the ER at the last minute on his off week

And who stumbles in (comes in on a stretcher) but rock star Eddie Munson who fell off the stage at his show just because he’s incredibly clumsy (this isn’t even the first time it’s happened). His leg is very obviously broken at the knee because he broke his fall with it and he’s struggling to focus on questions because of the pain.

One of his bandmates came with him, Jeff, who Eddie keeps referring to as his mom on the road. Jeff calls Eddie’s next of kin so they can focus on giving him a scan, pain meds, and setting his leg as soon as possible.

The pain meds kick in fast and he’s flirting with Steve nonstop.

And he’s good.

He hits all of Steve’s buttons: the obnoxious pet names that should be annoying but aren’t, the casual touches to his hands and arms as he gets him comfortable, the lines he’s using that are stupid but adorable.

He has no reason to stay after they take care of his major injury and the one spot on his arm that needed stitches. He didn’t hit his head and passes all the concussion protocol tests, his stats are normal, his pain is being managed with a prescription of Tylenol with codeine. He can go home.

But Eddie insists he should have Steve’s number in case he gets worse (he won’t) or has questions (google is available). Steve gives him his number.

He texts him almost immediately.

And keeps texting him for days.

Weeks.

Calls him every morning before Steve’s shifts. Every time his post-show adrenaline matches up with Steve’s lunch breaks. Every time their schedules sync up.

And then he shows up randomly to get his cast removed.

Steve reminds him he could’ve gone anywhere, especially because he was working his usual floor.

Eddie reminds him that he wanted an excuse to see him.

Steve manages to grab a 30 minute lunch break when all his fellow nurses and doctors find out his Eddie is visiting.

When Eddie leaves, it’s with a promise to be back when tour ends in less than a month, a promise to take Steve on a real date, and a promise to be the best damn boyfriend Steve’s ever had.

#idk how things work in hospitals #and I’m not gonna research it for a shitpost #so if a medical professional sees this and it’s obviously wrong no it’s not #I’m but a marketing manager #I do not know the way #I’m just here for a good time #and maybe a wrong time factually #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #headcanon

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huicitawrites · 7 months ago

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Omen of the Cursed

Yandere! Ryomen Sukuna x Fem! Reader

TW: depictions of abuse, gore, mentions of suicide (non-descriptive), yandere

THE KING OF CURSES sits casually at the edge of the village well, biding his time. Two muscular arms support his weight on the cobblestone, while another relaxes on his knee, and his fourth is busy—clutching a decapitated head in his clawed hand.

Crimson stains adorn the tips of his fingers, and his feet are smeared with blood. Puddles gather in abundance throughout the village, and the earthy streets are littered with bodies and dismembered remains.

He has killed every single one of them.

He enjoyed it.

He relished in their screams and their agony: men, women, children, the elderly. They all sounded the same in the end, squealing and wailing like lowly pigs sent to slaughter.

At first, the village men tried to fight back, but once he claimed his first victim—his Dismantle technique turning a man into a mangled heap of flesh—they began to shriek and run. When they realized there was no escape, they started to beg.

Some cried for their children; others, for their lovers or themselves. It was amusing to observe how far they would go for survival. They offered everything they had: the village's meager gold, their wheat, their rice, their sheep. When they sensed his dissatisfaction, they turned on one another, offering up their wives, their children, their kin—one even stabbed his own brother and threw the corpse at his feet, declaring a desperate loyalty.

Yet, the King of Curses had come to finish what was started, he took their lives one by one, laughing maniacally in ecstasy and joy.

And so, he sits amidst his carnage—waiting.

The best was yet to come.

He tosses the head in his hand, its expression of horror still etched on the pale face as it rolls across the ground, leaving a trail of blood. He shakes his hand to rid himself of the crimson droplets before resting his four-eyed face atop it. His glaring eyes fixate on the village entrance, marked by a large, old Torii gate.

He recalls the day you abandoned him.

He remembers it all too well.

Ryomen Sukuna was born a cursed, unwanted little wretch.

Everyone believed it and treated him as such: the adults and elders in the village, who instilled their beliefs in their children. Even his own father abandoned him as a mere babe, leaving the village under the moon of Sukuna's birth. His mother, on the other hand, took her own life shortly after he learned to walk.

The villagers whispered rumors of a sibling he had devoured while still in his mother's womb.

Everyone despised him, and so young Sukuna began to despise them too—except for one.

You.

You probably knew of Sukuna as ‘an ill omen’ and ‘a cursed child forsaken by the very gods,’ but what surprised him was your disregard for the villagers' cruel words.

(He remembers the first day you met.)

“Hey,” your soft voice called to him in the village woods. He wore dirty, ragged clothes that contrasted with your colorful kimono. ��Do you want to play with me?”

“Go away,” he spat, leaning back against the trunk of a tree, pretending to ignore you.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun,” you replied, rolling your eyes with a playful smirk. You crouched by the river, scavenging for the perfect pebble—a flat little rock. To your delight, you found a twin of it, and with both rocks in hand, you approached the bitter boy.

“Here, you have one,” you tossed him a pebble. “I’ll show you.” Your squeaky voice was impossible to ignore, drawing his gaze as you meticulously adjusted your stance. He recognized the blue fire coating the rock in your hand. His eyes widened, and a single thought sprang to mind.

‘Is this girl cursed like me?’

You threw the pebble expertly, and it bounced across the water’s surface three times.

“Did you see that?! Say it was cool, right?! Your turn now; it’ll be fun!” You jumped excitedly, pointing at the lake with a wide, joyous smile.

Sukuna snapped out of his thoughts and concealed his amazement. He didn’t want to admit it then, but it was a very cool shot. With a blank stare, he picked up the pebble at his feet and mirrored your stance. He held it between the tips of his fingers, took a deep breath, and unleashed his own blue fire. The pebble soared from his hand, bouncing farther and more times than yours.

You sparkled with wonder. “Say, can you teach me that? You can see it too, the blue fire!” Your tiny hands clasped his for a jolly handshake.

He remembers the burning embarrassment on his face, nodding and stuttering when you said, “Say… Let’s be friends!”

Back then, you were children who became great friends. You were so different, yet inseparable. You were a pretty daughter: kind, gentle, obedient, playful, and pampered by strict but loving parents.

On the opposite end, he was the village’s outcast. Shooed away from stores, despised by everyone. Parents forbade their children from being near him, adults mistreated him without remorse, and even the village priests scorned him.

Yet you laughed at his antics instead of scorning him. You cheered him on and even sewed him clothes out of spare cloth. You helped him flee when villagers chased him with pitchforks and torches and snuck him food or tea.

Like a moth to a flame, he basked in your warm kindness. As you two grew, he coveted your friendship, wishing for eternity with you by his side.

But as your teenage years approached adulthood, things began to change. While Sukuna detached from the village and its obligations, you became bound by expectations. Your mother filled your days with lessons on housewife duties—sewing, cooking, and manners—while your father began seeking suitors.

You wanted none of it; your spirit longed to explore the world, but your heart was tethered to your family, making it difficult to ignore your parents' wishes.

In a moment of desperation, he proposed an idea, but you laughed incredulously.

“So you say we ‘run away,’” you cocked your head. “I can’t just leave my parents behind. What kind of daughter would I be after all they’ve given me?”

He wanted to protest, to argue that he could take care of you, but you added, “Besides, we need money. A marriage would solve their issues. Yet…”

“I could marry you,” he blurted out.

The words spilled from his lips impulsively, and though he masked his bitterness, a knot tightened in his throat when you laughed.

“My parents would never give their blessings, they’d disown me first.”

“I’m not that bad of a choice.”

“Sure, a boy who steals and has no care or responsibilities makes a decent candidate,” you quipped.

He knew you meant no harm and understood the frustration behind your words. But he stood up and left, even as you apologized. You were speaking the truth. He was still an unworthy boy—weak, poor, a disgrace.

He couldn’t intervene as you left the village.

Three days before your departure, a foreign man appeared. Older, yet toned, with a staff in hand, he seemed a wandering monk- he later realized the old monk was a pesky sorcerer. He should have killed him back then.

The sorcerer interrupted one of your encounters, pointing his staff at you. His eyes sparkled with glee before darkening in disgust as they fell upon him.

Surely, he saw the monster would become - no, the one he was. The hate, the fury, the greed brewing in his dark heart.

The monk spoke with you, offering escape if you became his apprentice. Under the guise of holy work and financial compensation, your parents agreed to send you away.

“I’m leaving, then,” you stuttered, eyes cast down. You couldn't meet his dark crimson gaze, knowing the look of betrayal hiding beneath your stoic facade.

“I will come back to visit; I promise, Ryo,” you said, the pet name spilling from your lips with sweetness, but he huffed in response.

“I will be here waiting, [Y/n].”

Ryomen Sukuna left the same night you departed. He had nothing left in the village and without your presence, he could tolerate the shithole no more.

Two and a half decades passed.

He left as a cursed boy and returned as the feared King of Curses—Ryomen Sukuna.

As he stared at the Torii gate, his foot bounced impatiently, fingers tapping against the cobblestone edge.

Soon, a figure emerged in the distance—a traveler on a mule, donning a kasa. For a moment, he mistook you for the damned sorcerer monk, but he felt your familiar cursed energy. It seems you grew stronger through the years as well.

A wicked grin spread across his face, revealing sharp teeth and fangs. His four bloodshot eyes widened and pupils dilated in anticipation.

Finally, you crossed the gate.

“Welcome back,” the King of Curses greeted. “Do you like my welcome gift?” He gestured to the bodies and blood scattered throughout the devastated village.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you pulled back your kasa, revealing a solemn expression on a beautiful face. To Sukuna’s surprise, your eyes held no disgust, fear, or even anger, only a pitiful gaze that irritated him.

“Did you enjoy it?” you asked, ignoring his question. He huffed, wondering if you were attempting to seek a glimpse of that playful childhood friend.

The King of Curses laughed at your question, finding it absurd given the answer was obvious. “I found it most delightful,” he cooed.

Slowly, he detached himself from the well and stood before you. Even a few meters away, you could see the transformation he had undergone. He had become a beast—two extra eyes and arms, a mouth in his abdomen, a colossal build, and black curse markings embroidering his skin.

“It’s true then,” you sighed. “You’ve become the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna.”

“Tis how I’m called now.” It struck him as strange to hear his full name from you. “I must say it has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

��How many have you killed by now?”

“I’ve lost count, darling.” Your frown deepened, and Sukuna’s smile widened. He noted how tightly you clutched the reins and how your body tensed. “My father and mo—”

“I’ve killed them both,” he cut you off, grinning wickedly. “Their deaths were slow and painful.”

“Ah…”

Now it gets exciting, he mused, watching as fury consumed your expression. This was the response he craved—a little punishment for abandoning him, if you will.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you struggled to hold back sobs.

“I have come to slay you, curse,” you spat, mixing pity with spite. You clutched the cloak around you, prying it off to reveal white and red Miko clothing. You held a shakujō, likely a cursed tool.

This was not the first time someone had come to exact vengeance upon him, and it wouldn’t be the last.

However, it would be the last time you left him.

The King of Curses made the first move, closing the distance between you in the blink of an eye. He lunged forward, delivering a devastating blow.

You leapt from your mule, who perished instantly. Your body shivered from his overwhelming strength.

Sukuna continued his relentless assault. Blow after blow, all you could do was dodge—there was no time to parry or block.

In a fleeting moment of opportunity, as you rolled away and encountered his exposed back, you swung your staff, chanting, “Cleanse.”

A blinding explosion of cursed energy erupted against him, bright light streaming from the metal adornments of your staff.

For a moment, you thought you had succeeded—what a fool you were.

He was the King of Curses, after all; he was no longer ‘Ryo.’

Sukuna remained unfazed, standing with his back turned to you. Before you could gauge the danger, one of his lower arms seized your staff, crushing it into splinters. He turned, crimson irises meeting yours.

“Was that all, [Y/n]?”

He reveled in your shock, and before you could distance yourself, he conjured his own spell. “Cleave!”

Hundreds of cuts ripped through your skin, blood gushing from every wound. You choked and coughed, your body crashing to the ground in a futile struggle for breath.

“Does it hurt?” he taunted, voice dripping with venom. Lifting his chin, he added, “This is but a taste of how I felt back then when you turned your back on me, spurning me like everyone else.”

He loomed over you, body casting a shadow. The wicked grin evaporated from his face, voice turning serious. “I find the fear in your eyes delicious. It’s a satisfying punishment for what you did to me.”

Crouching down, he drew forth a hand ignited with cursed energy. Not the familiar blue you knew, but a clear white. You had never witnessed such a technique, your weary mind too occupied to marvel.

Sukuna hovered his hand over your wounds, and in a short time, you found yourself healed, yet the damage had already been done—the fighting, the murder of people.

The King of Curses encircled you with his four arms, lifting you as a husband would lift his wife. Despite the tenderness once present in the boy you knew, you turned your head to avoid his gaze.

He scowled at your rejection; your silent tears pierced his resolve more than any weapon. One hand cupped your cheek, forcing your gaze back to his monstrous face.

"Spurn me no more, I will not let you, not again", he warned, his fingers digging into your skin.

“You’ve become a monster—what their words condemned.”

“I’ve become a king.”

“-of curses.” You cut him off.

His many eyes narrowed, “So what? Human or curse, it matters not in the face of strength,” he said nonchalantly against your melancholy. “All that matters is that I am strong now and that we are reunited. Even if you spurn me, I will make you love me again.”

He sighed, his voice as soft as a whisper.

“The boy you knew may be gone, but you will learn to love the man he has become,” Sukuna assured, his four eyes gazing back at you with an affection that twisted your gut, making your heart race in fear. He began moving toward the Torii gate, carrying you as if you were caged in his embrace.

He inhaled your sweet scent— it reminded him of the home he never had, the one he desires to build with you by his side.

“Finally,” he lowered his face to yours, “we are together again.”

His lips tasted of iron and yours tasted divine.

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zoppa682 · 3 months ago

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For any nonhumans struggling with species dysphoria, I want to help you all as much as I can. I've been experiencing it all week. It can be quite exhausting and put you in a lot of distress, in my case. X(

Here are some tips I'd recommend to help:

1. Mimic the diet of your kintype/theriotype. You are a shark? Eat seafood. A dragon? Maybe try to burn some food a little (or turn it black like my own preference if you want). You kin a character from [Insert source]? Try recreating foods/dishes from their world or dimension.

2. Listen to relatable music. I'd recommend making a playlist of any songs that feel species affirming/euphoric, or even echo that dysphoria further, therefore turning it relatable. (Few of my favorites are Bones by Imagine Dragons, Control by Halsey, Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land by MARINA, Momento Mori by Fish in a Birdcage, among other songs that feel therian coded to me).

3. Do vocals. Howling, barking, screeching, or roaring are very relieving if you are in the correct space to do them! If you are in a quite space or do not want to out yourself to anyone, try purring, growling, hissing, or other unnoticeable sounds. You have an object kintype? Mimic the sounds of the object, like beeping, clicking, etc. (I personally make microwave sounds just because it is fun). Recite voice lines of your kintype from the source they are in. Mimic their voice and volume to match.

4. Move and physically act like your kintype/theriotype. Quadrobics, mimic the flapping of wings, walk bidepedally, whatever you do, turn your mannerisms and motion to reflect your kintype/theriotype.

5. Dress like your kintype/theriotype. Is your kintype a character? Cosplay them, or mimic their clothing style, clothing color, hairstyle, etc. If they have tattoos, scars, or patterns on their body, copy them on your physical form with paint or pens. (PLEASE USE NON TOXIC MATERIALS. STUFF SAFE FOR YOUR HUMAN SKIN.) Are you a species of animal(s)? Dress in your species' colors, or, once again, paint or color yourself like it/them. Are you perhaps any other form of creature or object? You can use the same tips as the others, and another idea that works for all is that you can buy costume pieces of your kintype/theriotype. Masks, headbands, just normal clothing in general, the options really are infinite.

6. Express your dysphoria through artwork. I love doing art when I am heavily species dysphoric. Drawing, crafting masks, origami, painting, collages, all are forms of art. If you are skilled in music, then you could even create some songs of your own!

7. Go out and explore nature. This one is mainly targeted towards therians, whose types are grounded on the life on earth rather than other dimensions or universes, but just like the other methods, it can be universally used by any types of nonhumans. Collecting things is my favorite way of exploring nature. Collect rocks, shells, sticks, leaves, bugs, plants, anything that makes you feel more comfortable in your own (unfortunate) physical body. Stay grounded in the world around you and you may find the dysphoria slips away. Hiking and going on short walks can also help, building a den, smelling the scents of the outdoors. All great ideas that I personally recommend.

8. Write about your feelings. Whether you are good at expressing yourself through poetry, you keep a diary/journal, or you can project onto OCs for new backstory lore like I do, writing can truly help with any dysphoria. Not only that, but it is sometimes refreshing to come back later and read about what you were feeling before. It can serve as a great reminder that you are a powerful being and you will always overcome the feelings if you try.

9. Research about your kintype/theriotype. It does not matter if you are an animal, concept, or object from earth, a being from fantasy, or a character from the greatest book or show, you learn something new every day. So why not learn about yourself? Read books or watch animal documentaries of your theriotype(s), same thing for you otherkins and your fantasy species. Fictionkins can look up facts about themself as a character, their book, show, game, etc.

10. Talk and interact with other alterhumans/nonhumans. Remember, we are a community, and while you are experiencing horrible episodes of species dysphoria, there are many other beings going through the exact same thing at the exact same time. So why not talk to them about it? Share your experiences, help eachother cope, you may even connect with more individuals that way, building more relationships with others and meeting new beings.

11. Past life meditation. If you are a nonhuman who has a past life/lives, you may find comfort in meditation, where you can truly tap into what you once were, and still are in this life as well. Look to the forgotten, and turn in to remembered. Open up your past and live over again.

12. Listen to sounds. Nature sounds, voices of other characters you know from your world, vocals or sound effects of your kintype. These are all good options to turn to if you want to feel at ease with yourself.

13. Let your emotions out. Sometimes this is all you really need to do when species dysphoria hits hard. Cry, bite things, claw at pillows, LET IT OUT. There is absolutely no problem in being yourself and expressing your heavy emotions in your own, unique, nonhuman way. You may find you feel much better after.

That's all I've got, but I hope whoever/whatever reads this far has an amazing day/night. You are an amazing being, thank you for embracing yourself and living authentically. <3

#therian #therian community #therianthropy #alterhumanity #alterhuman #alterhuman community #fictionkin #objectkin #conceptkin #nonhuman #species dysphoria #otherkin #otherkin community #otherkinity

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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 4 months ago

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By moonlight

Adar x Fem!Elf!Reader

Part one, Part two- Oaths

Summery: Things are tense with the Uruks and especially their Lord father but you make a decision.

Shorter but more ADAR. There will be more parts as things heat up with our Lord

When you were taken to their Lord Farther, a part of you assumed he'd be...more orcish? Before your kneeling form was what at first glance someone you'd assume your kin. Pointed ears and a tall broad form. Long onyx hair slicked back with stray strands framing alabaster skin. That skin seemed to be the only thing that set him apart from any elven man. It was marred with scarred flesh from his cheeks up past his temple. In fact the same pits and valleys stretched down his neck and bellow midnight armor.

You met his eyes, pale green as new growth. The Uruk Lord kept your gaze, challenging your claim as he shifted closer to you. His body seemed to follow after his head, smooth and graceful but predatory. Then his eyes closed and he took a sharp intake of breath. You were certain then that you would die here in the mud. Your heart felt like it would burst from its cage but you wouldn't close your eyes. You'd face what was to come, shivering and fearful as you were.

Before he could speak or draw his blade you heard a clamor from further down the tunnel. Raised voices, clattering and then Thrak stumbled past the corner. He scrambled in his turn, fists in the muck to change his direction before he slamming against your side at speed. You gasped, just able to keep your balance, as his little arms encircled you, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Lord Father!" He cried, breathless from his flight. "Please if I could explain!"

More Uruk rounded after him, scowling at him before dropping their heads in reverence to their Lord.

"Sorry Lord Father, we'll take this one back with the other little 'uns." An Uruk spoke as he entered the space.

Thrak dug in tighter his hair tickling at your throat. You tried your best to return his embrace but with your hands still bound the best you managed was resting your chin on his head.

"No." Their Lord said, his voice far softer than before. He moved in close now, dropping to his knee to meet Thraks eyes. "I wish to hear what you have to say my child."

"It was man who attacked us, not her! She killed them, burnt the one who burnt us!" Thrak rambled on, jumping up from your side to imitate sword slashing. He continued his descriptions of your heroism till his Lord raised a hand. Still on his knee he moved his gaze to the Uruk captain, brow set low.

"One rescues our youngest, keeps them safe from harm and returns them to our hands... and they are brought to me in chains?" He rasped, his low tone taking a sharp edge. The Uruk behind you shift. You could hear them stammering for a response.

"Release her!" Their Lord snaps voice just barely raising from a whisper but it's effect is immediate. Thrak stands straight and the captain is at your wrists immediately. The manacles snap open and you feel their weight pulled away from you. The Uruk doesn't meet your eyes, grabbing the length of chain and hurrying away out of your line of sight.

You rubbed your wrist before a large pale hand reached to you. You paused a moment to consider the Uruk's Lord before placing your uninjured hand in his. He rose, letting you use his hand to pull yourself up gracefully with him. He withdrew quickly, passing to a group of large rocks he offered you a seat.

The other Uruk made their exit, tugging Thrak along. He made to protest but a glance from his Lord made him comply. You felt increasingly tense as the atmosphere of the room shifted. Without Thrak again a fear returned and tightened your throat.

If the Lord Father notice he made no show of it. Instead just running his gauntlet clad hand over a map on a small table. He picked up a roll of fabric, unwinding some. He hummed, a deep and throaty sound that reverberated through your skull.

"You truly have my thanks..." His deep voice scratched. "However I am regretful that your kindness won't be repaid."

"I did not do what I did for reward..." You began but stopped when you met his gaze again. There was solemn look across his features that set your hairs on end.

"Adar, that is my name. And I fear you do not catch my meaning. This..." He said with a wave to the walls. "Is a sanctuary for my Uruks. I will not have it known."

He turned back to you, the sudden movement causing you to jolt to your feet. The Uruk Captain still had your sword and Adar stood between you and the tunnels. Your eyes scanned but fell upon nothing that would aid you.

"Be at ease mellon." Adar spoke. You surmised the elvish was for your benefit. Despite his appearance it seemed an ill fit for his tongue.

"What will become of me, friend." You asked hoping the shake in your body didn't affect the clarity of your voice. Adar stepped back across the room to you. You stood taller, though you still had to lift your head to meet his gaze as he came in close.

"For now, you will stay here. I'm sure the little ones would appreciate your company again." He said. Adar's voice was so calm and sure, the gentle rasp soothing. His hands took your injured one, gently binding your wound. You felt in this moment you could trust his honesty.

...

The Elleth remained at the tents far behind the front of the tunnels. Adar was surprised she'd accepted her imprisonment so easily. He supposed she wasn't quiet a prisoner. Her body was free of chains and she hadn't even swore to him. She came and went from the children and through the tunnels. Though he'd instructed Glüg to shadow her. Still she never strayed beyond his eyesight, even when she'd go into the sunlight beyond his grasp.

She had some skill with herbs and had been diligently caring for the baby she'd taken in. Adar couldn't deny the sight of an Uruk baby in her arms stirred something old and forgotten in him. He wondered how it might feel to have her hands caress his own face but shook himself from such imaginings.

She seemed as happy here as she could be anywhere else. Though Adar did wonder why she was so content. He'd shared few words with her over the last month but even so she'd made no mention of her own. Nor had he spied any ill will on her part, tending to the children with the utmost care. He often found her with Glügs expecting mate and the other women. Normally with one or more still sat in her lap as she listened to them talk.

Adar left the tents, walking past his children with a nod. He had been called forward to the front of the dig. They'd hit the first of the villages some weeks back and now had many new hands to work. The most troublesome were elven guards. They're faces were a far cry from hers. Drawn into scowls and curling lips.

...

You followed after Adar. A part of you screamed at yourself, to let sleeping dogs lie. A curious voice was louder still, risking rocking the boat for an answer you weren't even sure you wanted.

Why the tunnel?

You'd spent so much time passing through that it was little surprise that the Uruks paid you no mind. You smiled and greeted as you normally did and received the grunts and nods as usual. Whilst you'd grown a nicer reputation amongst many, you understood their stoicism. It wasn't too long ago they'd have been at war with Elves. What was a thousand years when that much blood had been spilled.

You slowed your approach when you heard Adar's voice ahead. Every time it sent the same chills through you. After so many weeks you'd hoped you could keep focus around him but alas you slipped up. You weren't even sure what he'd noticed but you saw him glance to you.

You tore your eyes from him and finally noticed the scene ahead. An Uruk, the Captain, lay still on the ground. His blackened blood pooled against the dirt, his face serene as in sleep. Then to the left an Ellon, dark skinned, cropped hair, the fair face of his kin set in barely hidden rage.

You watched as the elven man was taken away, the chains that bound him taken. He left your sight into the daylight beyond the tents edge. There you spied more chain, leading to more who dug into the earth.

"Don't lurk Andúnë." Adar called, his back still to you.

You flushed at his little nickname despite its frequent use. A jest to your kind not being known to have come so far west. It meant sunset in the language of men. You fought past the feelings it stirred in you and stepped into the sun beams the broken tent let past.

"The chains?" You asked, your eloquent words dying on your tongue. You wanted to say more but you could see Adar understood. His slumped shoulders rolling back as he straightened out.

"A necessary precaution." Adar grunted. You kept your eyes on him, his profile lit by the golden light. "We lost more than just Magrot."

You followed his eyes to the captain again, letting them rest on him as you lost yourself in thoughts. War and death had been so far from your kin's land, further still in the depths of the caves.

"Why would they...?" You began but felt your throat close around the sounds. You didn't cry but you felt if you kept staring any longer you'd break your mask soon. You turned your face away and met Adar's. He'd stepped closer, within reach of you now. A part of you still feared what he might do and a tear broke free. It slid down your cheek as your heart beat faster and faster.

"Andúnë..." He all but whispered. "My children have long been foes to most. That is why we must make a home for ourselves."

"I was born in the deep forest, where your world was just a story." You said not moving as he took another step closer. You took your eyes from his, looking to your hand. The scar was new, still wine dark against the surrounding skin. You ran your thumb against it until your hand was taken.

You suppressed a gasp as Adar held your palm between his rough hand and gauntlet. His thumb brushed the mark with a reverence that had your heart jump to your throat. Your fear seemed to slip away all at once and your cheeks flushed.

"You are not bound to stay Andúnë." He rasped, pale green eyes rising to meet your own.

"I know." You answered, placing your other hand over his.

#adar x reader #adar fanfic #the rings of power imagine #my fics

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writingsofwesteros · 8 months ago

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Hi there. I love your work. And wanted to ask if you could write a one shot about free use maid? Daemon loves to fucks her over one of the balconies in Red Keep. And perhaps Aegon stumbles upon them to join the show?

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

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The soft, cold breeze moved through the open window as the cotton curtains were no match and allowed entry. “Hmm, anyone could see you, my little slut.” The rogue Prince purred in her ear as his maid’s mouth watering scent came over him. “I imagine nothing they have not seen before.” Daemon only continued to taunt her. A whine of his name easily fell from her lips followed by the mewls of pleasure he teased out of her. Her delicate hand reached behind her for those bright locks of his and pulled him close. It seemed her confidence had only grown with each thrust of his hips. Without pause, Daemon manoeuvred her legs to spread open causing her to lean on the balcony some more.

Those soft, ample breasts of hers pressed against the stone wall; the coldness had her pink nipples pebbling with ease. The Prince began to press soft, open mouthed kisses down her neck as a shiver ran down her spine. Even after all this time; she could not get used to the touches coming her way as the pleasure took hold of her once more. “Please – my Prince…” The words fumbled from her lips as she began to rock back against his fat cock. Daemon only taunted her and slowed his movements to a stop; his pretty maid would have to do all the work. And oh how she did so wonderfully. Her hands reached for the wall once more as the top half of her body was on show for anyone if they were to look up.

“That’s it..good girl.” Daemon whispered out his praises as his larger hands moved towards her hips, tightening his hold. The bruises that would appear in the morning would be a reminder for the both of them. The maid prettily bounced back and forth with practised ease; her sweet pants and moans echoed aloud. The Prince grunted in pleasure at the sight of the ring of cream around his thick length; her shaking body a sight to behold. “I am surprised you are not with child yet.” Daemon purred; his hand snaking around her stomach. “You are filled with cum from so many of my kin.” He taunted her some more as his slender fingers brushed over her sensitive clit.

His thumb began to circle her sweet spot and all the pretty maid could do was sob. Her legs shaking once more as his touch pushed her towards the climax. Daemon allowed his weight to fall on her as his thrusts finally resumed. His fingers played her pretty cunt and only seconds passed before she was squirting around his fat cock. Still, Daemon only fucked her harder; pushing deep as his free hand moved towards her sweet, bouncing breasts. A creaking noise held the rogue Prince’s attention as he subtly looked at the corner of his eye. Still, his movements continued as the maid collapsed onto the wall; allowing Daemon complete control of her.

The flash of shorter, white waves had a smirk tugging on his lips. “Aegon, have you come to learn?” Daemon hummed; amusement dripping in his tone. A soft gasp escaped her as she turned to stare at her side; all the while her body bounced back and forth. “Aegon…” A whisper of his name caused desire to flash in the young Prince’s eyes. Daemon’s hand came down on her arse; the slap echoing as she whined. Her hands tightening some more on the wall as Aegon only stared. “You always do look good on your knees,” Daemon commented before nodding towards the space near the coupling. All the while, the maid babbled nonsense as his fat, mushroom head bullied the sweet spongy spot inside her.

Aegon did as he was told; his submissive side easily taking control as he watched on. Slowly, the Prince moved to his knees whilst Daemon smirked down at him. “I have seen you with your brother and our little slut. You know what to do.” He purred and a shiver of delight ran down her spine as those memories flickered in her mind. Not so gently did Daemon push her back down; face against the marble as he quickened his thrusts. A grunt escaped him once more at the feel of Aegon’s tongue slowly moving up and down his length as he moved in and out of the precious maid of theirs. “No wonder Aemond enjoys your mouth so much.” The rogue Prince commented as Aegon lapped at her wetness flooding down.

Aegon only smirked up at his uncle as his tongue brushed over to her sweet clit as he began to suck with hunger. The young Prince moaned against his maid; the vibrations alone caused her to mewl out in pleasure as Daemon took his own release. Her legs began to shake some more as Aegon greedily lapped at her. Daemon’s stomach began to tighten as Aegon’s mouth soon returned to licking up his length. “Fuck, that’s it.” Aegon hummed; hiding his smirk as his hand reached for her sweet, ample breasts to tease some more. He could not wait for milk to be leaking from them; those thoughts alone had him moaning against Daemon’s cock.

The groans of pleasure echoed in the room as the rogue Prince came closer to his release. Aegon’s touches bring him closer. “Please–pl,ah..oh gods..” She cried out; weeping as her orgasm ripped through her once more. The clamping of her pretty pussy pushed Daemon over the edge as she began to milk him. Aegon groaned; hands palming at Daemon’s arse as his tongue began to lap at the cum dripping down his length. His continuous lapping had the rogue Prince shivering before he slowly removed himself from the pretty maid. Aegon wrapped his hot mouth around Daemon’s softening cock as the maid on shaking legs turned around. His fingers gripped Aegon’s hair tighter than needed as the maid slowly moved to his side; cuddling into him whilst her heart began to calm down. Daemon gently cupped her face as he leaned closer; their lips passionately meeting. The soft sucking Aegon made echoed as their tongues began to dance. “Good boy.” Daemon purred as he leaned away. Aegon only whined; those bright eyes of his looking up as Daemon’s hand stroked up and down the maid’s side. Goosebumps easily came up her soft skin as a sweet, pink blush came over her cheeks.

#daemon targaryen x reader #hotd smut #hotd fanfic #request #aegon targaryen x reader

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kincalling · 4 months ago

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hi there! i'm brad majors from rocky horror picture show! i'd love to talk to anybody from source, whoever's out there. i'm turning 18 in two months so 16+ interactions please! interact w/ this post and i'll reach out (im super slow with tumblr messaging so forgive me🙏) thanks so much! can't wait to meet you :)

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#brad majors kin #rock horror picture show kin #canon calls

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pocket-jack · 3 months ago

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Hey, guys! I decided to torture myself before sleep beacause... Why not? So, here's KidKiller's rough sheets with some headcanons I have for the guys (probably with a lot off mistakes cus my browser refuses to fix them for me)

Kid time, baby

I draw him differently now. I know his face looks more... diamond shaped in anime, but I can't get rid of his square coded energy, so... Heart-shaped it is!

When he recieved his eye scar he didn't lose the ability to see, but now it get's dry really fast and if he won't do something about it it'll gonna ache.

He had multiple piercings on his ear, but his powers just kept pulling them and one day almost ripped his ear of, so he (with a manly tears) decided to take them off.

I headcanon him wearing a corset, because he's a little chubby and he can't get rid of this extra fat (not with his appetites). Also everytime when he takes it off, not only he's forced to look at his hanging stomach, but he's also has to fight off Killer. Killer's only dream was for Kid to be well fed and happy.

Nor his, nor Killer's sexuality is defined by them, but actually based out of other's observations. Kid is pansexual because he's kinda gender blind. For him it's confusing that you're weak just because you have tits and extra hole between your legs. He's also demiromantic. Both of those preference he acquired during Kutsukku (where you couldn't trust anyone, even your lover. And where the gender norms were the least of your concerns)

He also have undiagnosed ADHD which mostly give him extra impulsivity and also now the metal can speak (thank ye, neurodivergency!). Sometimes it's stresses him the hell off, especially during Kutsukku. He could not sleep because of all of this buzzing he kept hearing from EVERYWHERE. Now he can control it, but sometimes it returnd and he has to suffer.

Metal also responds to his hidden emotions. It may float when he thinks, reflects or remembering something. It may rumble when he's angry, concerned, scared. Or it may form something if he's happy, in love or something like that.

He's hard rock kinda guy, we all know this, but I headcanon him as a music lover in general (so whatever makes his brain go bzzt, mostly rock). I find Thrown a couple of month ago and it's sounds like something Kid would like (probably even kin, esp Backfire). MSI is a basic thing for him to have (every punk need at least one song in their playlist). I guess not every person will understand it, but Пшлнхй is such a Kid coded song (Every Russian proverb, but one part is just sending you to fuck yourself is something that Kid would do irl. The chorus is just... mmm)

Killer, my beloved!!!!

I love headcanoning him as androgenous. He has a feminine features: oval shaped face, eyes with big eyelashes, even his lips is a little softer than the average male lips. That is the main reason why he hid his face, because everyone would bully him fot it when he was young. Killer was confused with a girl a lot during his time on Kutsukku.

During timeskip he strained a lot of muscles just to get stronger. He was neglecting himself most of the time, because he had a mission: to become stronger so he'll never fail to protect Kid ever again. They also been really distant during their training. Only when Killer hurted his arm they bounded again. Kid was surprisingly a good mentor for his healing. Probably because their trauma was almost the same

When he's wearing a mask he usually get's his hair out of the way so it wouldn't mess with his vision

Pre timeskip he wanted to work on his style, feeling obliged to do so, cus his crew was dressing up in colorful styles. He choose to fit into more West Bluish kinda style (cowboy boots and pants). But then anxiety hitted him and suddenly he felt too vissible and everyone was looking at him and... Let's just say it wasn't a pleasant expirience for him. He just wanted to show that he was a part of the crew too, but now he feels himself too overreacting and dramatic and stuff. It took a lot of time for everyone to convince him that it wasn't about the look, but more about the comfort. With their support Killer started wearing something he likes more, and it felt fantastic. He actually started to like himself in the mirror a bit more after timeskip and then Wano happened

Killer is asexual beacuse of the amount of trauma he suffered during his childhood. I hc him having a low libido too. He's still feels romantic attraction (only for Kid), and if he asks, Killer will have sex with him without hesitation. But it's only for Kid, OR for his sake

It is so logical for him to have OCD. Just him casualy living and then the dread that if he won't do something usefull his crew will see how fucking usless and worthless he actually is and live him behind the same his parents did just suddenly hits him. Oh hey! Anxiety! Abandonment issues! This man will explode, please, give him a hug.

It got worse after Wano. He's doing bad things with his face and no one knows. Even Kid. (I love making them suffer for the sake of Hurt\Comfort)

I am 100% sure Killer is a Queen guy. It just gives me Killer vibes... The same with Elton John. And also... To fit in his pre timeskip cowboy vibes into the oven,,, He's actually like country rock alongside with glam rock. Barns Courtney is his favorate

So... How do you like my silly little headcanons? Maybe I post something about Heat and Wire too. Welp, I'm fainting out of exaustion, bye!

#one piece #eustass kid #massacre soldier killer #kidkiller

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jgthirlwell · 1 month ago

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2024 Year In Review

2024 was another intense year. It was the first time in twenty years I wasn’t scoring a show for TV, and I got to concentrate on finishing albums and starting new projects. The year began with the premiere of my chamber symphony for Alterity Chamber Orchestra in Orlando and ended with guest-vocalizing with the Losers Lounge Band on a Bowie classic at Joe's Pub in NYC. I completed new albums for Xordox and Venture Bros, to be released in 2025. I released an Archer Soundtrack album and scored a Harry Smith film for L’Etrange Festival in Paris. Worked with Laura Wolf on a new project and premiered my Ensemble project at the Big Ears Festival in Tennessee. Recorded many overdubs for the next Foetus album, also to be released in 2025. Began a new series of sculptural wall pieces. We lost Phill Niblock in January and Steve Albini in May. We lost my colleague Roli Mosimann in September. I still woke up 5am in a panic on too many occasions. As a cultural omnivore, many sights, sounds and stimuli penetrated me.

Albums that I enjoyed in 2024

Sleepytime Gorilla Museum of the Last Human Being (Pelagic) Present This is not the end (Cuneiform) Tristan Perich/Ensemble 0 Open Symmetry (Erased Tapes) Drew McDowall A Thread Silvered and Trembling (Dais) Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan Your Community Hub (Castles In Space) Extra Life The Sacred Vowel (Bandcamp) Geordie Greep The New Sound (Rough Trade) D-en Haut D-en Haut (Pagan) Aksumi Fleeting Future + Lines (Tonal Union) Louis Cole Nothing (Brainfeeder) Uniform American Standard (Sacred Bones) Zeal and Ardor Greif (Redacted) Shellac To All Trains (Touch and Go) Bangladeafy Vulture (Nefarious Industries) Ekko Astral Pink Balloons (Topshelf Records) Kee Avil Spine (Constellation) Fennesz Mosaic (Touch) Marewren Ukouk Round singing Voices of the Ainu 2012-2024 (Pingipung) Elysian Fields What The Thunder Said (Ojet) Melvins Tarantula Heart (Ipecac) Blood Incantation Absolute Elsewhere (Century Media) Aoife O’Donovan All My Friends (Yep Roc) Anna Thorvaldsdottir Aerial (Sono Luminus) Grace Bergere A Little Blood (Casa Gogol) Bob Vylan Humble As The Sun (Ghost Theatre 2) Andy Akiho Kin (Aki Rhythm) Yannis Kyriakides Hypnokaseta (Unsounds) Big | Brave A Chaos of Flowers (Thrill Jockey) The The Ensoulment (Cinéola / earMUSIC) Beth Gibbons Lives Outgrown (Domino) Beak >>>> / Kosmik Musik (Invada) Sebastian Tropic OST (Ed Banger) Chaser Planned Obsolescence (Decoherence Records) Jesus Lizard Rack (Ipecac) Ex East Islander Norther (Rocket Recordings)

Some books I enjoyed

Yuval Noah Harari Nexus Chris Stein Under A Rock Bill Buford Among The Thugs Patricia Highsmith The Talented Mr Ripley Sy Montgomery Soul Of An Octopus Malcolm Gladwell Revenge Of The Tipping Point

Some films I enjoyed

Furiosa ZEF Story Of Die Antwoord Joker Folie A Deux Kneecap Bad Faith Rebel Ridge Hundreds Of Beavers Ministry Of Ungentlemanly Behavior Teachers Lounge

I saw hundreds of concerts in 2024. Some highlights:

01.24.24 The Chisel at Bowery Ballroom 02.15.24 Jack Quartet play Austin Wulliman at Roulette Intermedium NYC. 03.09.24 Louis Cole / Genevieve Artadi at Brooklyn Steel 03.14.24 Kate NV at the Atrium at Lincoln Center 03.18.24 Sleepytime Gorilla Museum at Elsewhere in Brooklyn 03.23.24 Secret Chiefs 3 at Big Ears Festival 03.23.24 Hatis Noit at St John’s Cathedral in Knoxville TN for the Big Ears Festival 03.24.24 Kenny Wollesen’s Sonic Massage at Knoxville Art Museum for the Big Ears Festival 03.24.24 Elliott Sharp’s Void Patrol (with guests Cyro Batista and Colin Stetson) at Big Ears Festival 03.24.24 Aoife O'Donovan with the Knoxville Symphony Chamber Orchestra at the Big Ears Festival 04.01.24 Caleb Landry Jones at The Sultan Room i 04.06.24 Lovely Little Girls at Hart Bar. 04.19.24 Keith Fullerton Whitman performs ‘Playthroughs’ at Ambient Church 04.23.24 Mandy Indiana at Elsewhere in Brooklyn 04.26.24 Knower at the Brooklyn Bowl 05.04.24 Oberlin Contemporary Music Ensemble, directed by Tim Weiss, play Alex Paxton at Long Play Festival 05.04.24 Fuji|||||||||||ta at Long Play Festival 05.05.24 Ligeti Quartet perform Ligeti + Anna Meredith at Long Play Festival 05.17.23 Swans at Music Hall of Williamsburg 05.23.24 The Rolling Stones played at Met Life Stadium in New Jersey. 05.24.24 John Zorn’s ensemble, the New Masada Quartet 06.08.24 Rebekah Heller’s Bassoon Ensemble 06.25.24 Mdou Moctar at Bowery Ballroom NYC 07.12.24 C.Gibbs Review at Barbes 07.23.24 Bangladeafy at The Sultan Room in Brooklyn 08.18.24 Kid Congo and the Pink Monkey Birds at Union Pool 08.23.24 Alarm Will Sound play Marcos Balter’s Code-Switching, 09.30.24 Uniform at Bowery Ballroom 09.04.24 King Dunn aka King Buzzo (Melvins) and Trevor Dunn (Mr Bungle etc) at Music Hall of Williamsburg + White Eagle Hall in Jersey City. 09.13.24 Steven Bernstein and Nels Cline with the Arturo O'Farrill Latin Jazz Orchestra, playing James Bond themes. At Bryant Park in NYC. 09.15.24 PJ Harvey at Terminal 5, NYC 10.11.24 John Zorn’s Cobra in a 40th anniversary performance at Roulette Intermedium in Brooklyn 10.17.25 The The played at the Beacon Theater 10.22.24 Die Antwoord at Brooklyn Steel, 10.23.24 Boris played at Racket in NYC. 11.01.24 William Basinski for Age Of Reflections 11.04.24 Growing performing for Abasement at Artists Space in Manhattan 11.06.24 Pioneer Works presented a concert of Louis Cole Choral Music. 11.08.24 Lankum at Warsaw in Brooklyn 11.17.24 sunn o))) at Lincoln Center for the Unsound Festival 11.21.24 Extra Life at TV Eye. 11.24.24 Zeal and Ardor at Le Poisson Rouge NYC 11.25.24 Axiom, comprised of Juilliard students and conducted by Jeffrey Milarsky playing Solstice Ritual by Augusta Read Thomas 11.26.24 Blood Incantation at Elsewhere 12.01.24 Pharmakon’s awesomely unhinged performance at Union Pool. 12.11.24 Jesus Lizard played a great set at Brooklyn Steel 12.28.24 Grace Bergere / Jon Spencer / Gogol Bordello Capitol Theater Port Chester

Honorable mention to the multiple concerts I attended at the Abasement series at Artist Space, as well as multiple shows by S.E.M. Ensemble and Wet Ink Ensemble

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astro-moved · 1 year ago

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TW: Abuse, drugs, emetophobia and (Implied) infanticide (it’s gonna end happily I swear)

Sorry this is much more darker than usual and it should NOT be this dark for a film abt singing Trolls with rainbow hair. But I have dark thoughts and project them onto my kins and comfort characters.

So anyways, as far as I know, Floyd has no story abt what was going on while he was gone (if he does, the novelization never said it).

So… Floyd is known to love rock music (as shown on the BroZone website) so I had a thought that maybe he found some rock trolls outside of Volcano Rock City and he met one that was a goddamn S N A K E.

He hurt him badly, did unspeakable things and Floyd managed to run away to safety… until he got kidnapped by Velvet and Veneer.

So the story with these: After learning abt different genres becoming friends, Floyd was calm… until a certain rock troll shows up. The troll harasses Branch even when he says no to him and safe to say Floyd is triggered and he knocks that fucker on his ass. JD and Branch pull him away and ask what was up bc Floyd is NEVER violent unless there was a good reason. And Floyd explains it all. They are HORRIFIED by the stuff he tells them and they thirst for blood.

And they may or may not have erased the horrible troll’s entire existence on behalf of Floyd with help from Barb. Once the deed is done Barb claims the troll never existed… ROCK TROLLS DON’T LET SHIT SLIDE.

What happens in the future is up to you. But just know Floyd is happier.

#dizzy (art tag)#dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls Floyd #trolls john dory #trolls branch #queen barb #tw abuse #tw drugs #tw infanticide

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athenaluciscaelum · 6 months ago

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Hey, I liked your writing. I am a sucker for Dante as well.

How about some kinks each Dante might have?

@altissia-09 enjoy, love.

//Minor do not interact//

Pairing: Dante x Reader

Rated: Mature

Words: 2906 word

Warning: mature, dom-sub, light bondage, spanking, breeding kink, mirror sex, degradation, brat taming, public sex, casual sex, lots of kink, I don't remember

Disclaimer:

I don't know if I'm good at this, but I still wanted to try, since it's my first request and I got a learn somehow, so here we go. And I read one for Leon, and it was good.

Dante from each installment and their respective kinks

Let's rock!

DMC3 Manga

Dante in DMC 3 manga is speculated to be eighteen, so I think he will be little desperate and rough. He is jerk and wannabe bad who sees women as an accessory (totally pointing to him putting food music and babe in same category, all for fun.) Anyway, I think he would have tried dating, and also he is known in Love Planet.

He will be certainly up to dating people and any stripper who fancies him for a night. He would be into light bondage, hands in cuff, spanking a girl under him, and wanting to be called Daddy. He will be better than his Daddy, right? Anyway, he will be totally brat trying to act all dominant and like he doesn't care.

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There was one of the stripper who was overtly interested in Dante, as he was just sitting on one of couch enjoying the view of beautiful ladies, his legs spread wide. One of them came close to Dante. The lady spoke in seductive voice, “Hey, come here often, big boy?” Dante smirked wanting to be all high and might, “I'm not a boy, babe, I'm a man…" Her hand slid seductively down to his belt, “Show me?” Dante chuckled, “Sure.”

As they were in the lady's room at the back, her handcuffed to the headboard as she lies on pink plush bed naked moaning, “fuck! You're as good as girl's say!” Dante smirks spreading her legs wide in air, as he drills balls deep in her- rough thrust, sweat dripping down his nose, every thrust making wet noises and her breasts bounces. Dante gives her a hard smack on her ass, leaving hand print, “Call me Daddy!” Dante grunted as he bottoms out and thrust back in, making her gasp, “Daddy! Fuck me! Don't stop!” Dante smirks, “I will, babe” The sheets under them wet. It will be a long night before Dante just leaves.

DMC 3

After losing Vergil, if Dante is having sex at all, it would be purely for fact of drowning himself in the pleasure, so he wouldn't have to think and caring only about his satisfaction. He wants some control in his life and on his demon, especially after losing his last kin. Totally into brat taming, for once, trying to control something spanking, handcuffs, or little punishment like edging his partner or denying then orgasm. Just to feel that little sense of control, to make someone listen to him.

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Dante was mad after he came back to the agency. You were asleep, since his time in Temen-Ni-Gru, Dante had been acting all cold, aggressive and being rough with you. He rarely listens to you, but couldn't even stand you being sad and upset. He just wants you to be a good girl and take it all, his dominance, roughness, his sharp taunts and his aggression. But his conscious mind knows it's just wrong and he is the problem. But why can't he just control it all. Tell Vergil to not jump. Tell you to shut up and be his little doll. He will take care of you, not vice versa. You shouldn't even be here, he treats you like shit. You could be with someone better. However here you're a stubborn brat, aren't you? So he is going to treat you like it, in hope of self sabotaging, hoping you will stay after all, he does. His hand spanking your bottom, pulling down your panties, as you lay over his lap, he grunts, “You're such a brat, Y/N!” You were just trying to lift up his spirit, trying to make him talk and entrust his pain in you. He cuffs your hand to the headboard, not wanting your sweet touches to coax him to soften. No he needs this, he kisses you sloppy as he keeps drilling in your abused pussy for hour, denying you orgasm you crave, you little cries filling his ears, “Dante, please!” Dante huffs, as he grunts, his eyes squeezed, as he is logged deep inside you, “Why my little brat, you're going to listen to me now?” You nod desperate as you struggle against your restraint...he takes mercy on you…thumb rubbing your clit with few more thrusts and you were left satisfied…he pulls out to tie his used condom and throw it in the trash can. You were too tired and asleep to interrogate him more. He holds you close to tell you things he won't tell you when you're awake. You don't deserve his mess. You deserve only good. He mumbles, you should leave, while hoping you never leave.

DMC 1

It is event before going to Mallet Island, Dante was lot more fun, chill, and killing all demons he can to ultimately kill Mundus. He was little over the loss of Vergil and when okay, Dante is naturally a great lover. In his right state of mind, he will be really passionate, not still letting go of his dominant side, as he finds it difficult to trust anyone or himself to be submissive, just yet. He will be edging and denying orgasm as way to control something only he can give, the ultimate pleasure, after all it's not like anyone will be able to equal Dante.

Totally into agoraphilia(public sex) as he picks up random girl in bar, couldn't care to take her home and is deep inside her in an alley or dark side of club, or anywhere he possibly could.

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Dante came across a girl at the club, Lady force him to go to with him. He was staying on the side, the girl eyeing her was cute. So he took her for a spin. He chooses to give her a ride to her apartment, and when she couldn't keep her hand to himself, who Dante was to deny.

He got her pinned on her mattress, fucking her deep and slow, making sure he will imprint himself in her memory as one of the best sex she had. The girl was moaning and incoherently praising how good he was. How big he was, how stretched she feels. He already knows by the way her walls flutter around her in pure bliss. Dante smirk giving her fourth or fifth orgasm. He could have totally taken her in the alley behind the bar, but she was shy and wanted to do it in her apartment. Not that Dante got an issue.

DMC 1 novel

So considering, the plot line of DMC 1 novel isn't canon because then Gilver and everything doesn't make sense to main plot line. In the novel there is a line, 'Dante doesn't think or care much about women', normal 2000s misogyny nothing more, but he is a man of his time, and we are working with. We also consider that the one girl who found him drunk and took him home, trying to press him for sex after he woke up. Well, everything with Grue, Gilver, Nell, and all bad experience, let's say he is in pissed. Not caring about anything, he will be mean, really mean, not trusting or caring about anyone. His bad experience with that one woman making him hypersexual and use people as object just to get what he wants. Pure sex, no feeling or whatever. Just to get off it.

Dante was in a bar drinking his whiskey, it was a run-down place, he was sitting in a dark corner, nursing his own warm drink. He looked around. Nothing caught his eye, a girl in black dress walked to him, nothing about her that caught his eye, she was beautiful, but many are. That's not something that will keep him grounded, looks, unlike what others might think. When the girl started to make small talk, her hands on his thigh, caressing it…he didn't mind…as he spreads his legs wide. Girl under-the-table giving him one of the best head he had in long. He was just casually sipping his drink like nothing happened, while the girl under was choking on his fat cock. He just held her hair up in one hand. The side of the bar was so dark and nobody cared enough. Dante stood up raising girl up on her feet, bending her over the table, bunching her dress up to her stomach. She gasped as he traces her clothed pussy with her thick gloved middle finger and smacked her ass. She whined, Dante was irritated enough, he out a hand on her mouth, as he pushed himself all in with a care, she gasped again his mouth, tear trickling from the corner of her eye, Spanking her ever so in between. The girl was left satisfied, but Dante had to drop her home, since, God, she couldn't walk.

DMC anime

Dante in anime is just depressed and tired. I see him as being into light bondage on himself, not on his partner, after everything in his life turning into shit. He won't be much for casual sex, but when he is, it will be light bondage on himself, knowing he can get out anytime, still not handing trust to a stranger. He will be into degradation, wanting his partner to degrade him and be cruel to him. After all, he deserves it in his mind. He will be into exhibitionism, being all vulnerable, while his partner is still clothed and just looking down at him, degrading him. It's just sad.

Just someone hug my big pookie!

If you're his permanent partner and not just casual sex, he will listen to you, if you don't feel good with degrading him. Though he will insist you tie him and do your thing, to 'use' him. You can still be so nice to him, and then he will just want to satisfy, please you, letting you ride him, making you sit on his face, or hands all over you as soon as those bad thoughts creep him. And he would have praise kink, so praise this giant ball of muscles, okay? Don't hurt him!! I'm watching.

You will be his home, right?

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Dante was lying on her bed, as you cuffed his hand to the headboard with thick shackles, you were nervous, "Dante, are you sure?” He nodded, “You will take care of me, right? Sweetheart?” You gave him a reassuring smile. You cupped his face as you kissed him softly and passionately. Furthermore, you knew those cuffs were nothing for him, but a reminder. He wanted you to take control, he wanted you to take control! After all what good he was for anyway. The least he can do is give you pleasure. You can use him as you see fit. You straddled his torso, touching him softly, kissing and nipping him all over. He moans, he trusts you, and you're making him feel so good. You go down on him… Pulling down his boxers. You take his thick veiny long cock in your hand and give it a few pumps as you rub it to your cheek and pressed kisses on it and on the sides. God, you were good, he clenches his fist and moaned, “Fuck baby! I love you so much! You don't need to gentle with me, baby….” He will moan, grunt and whine, as you ride him, he will be such a good boy for you.

In a scenario where it is some random stranger, Dante will be in consensual exhibitionism, flaunting himself in front of the girl he picked and literally begging for her to ride him. He will love it if she degrades him and punishes him a little.

DMC 2

DMC 2 Dante, he is the lowest he could be. He would like to be tied down, degraded, wanting to be edged and denied orgasm, as he is tied down. An impact play and breath play on himself for being naughty or bratty. He sees himself unworthy of any love, care, or affection, and he would want to be treated such. If we are thinking of Dante involved with only women so far (though I don't mind, think of him with men) he will be now more them ever, wanting to be with men. He doesn't deserve the soft, sweet, and tempting lips of a woman, or a sub man. He would go for dom men, who will use him as they see fit and 'put him in his place'. Furthermore, he is only good to be used, right? While he is at it, he will be into Katoptronophilia, wanted to see himself in a mirror getting used, abused and someone using him like the slab of meat, he thinks he is

If you are his permanent partner, he would be into role playing. If you do not consent to degrading him and keep reminding him, he deserves love like anybody else. He would want to role-play as anyone but himself, while you praise him. He doesn't think he deserves you, so role playing can come in a little handy, just to feel like he is some worthy person or anything, and he deserves you.

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Dante would look into the mirror, as he is on his knees in front of another man, sucking his dick so deep and not caring how long it has been. He takes it all in like a good boy, let him use himself as much as he wants, he will be good for something at least, right. He doesn't deserve to be treated well. Furthermore, he wants it to be rough, to be manhandled, and to be called everything low. God, he just wants to see how pitiful he is.

DMC 2 novel

DMC 2 novel is obsessed! Obsessed with his looking, it gives a little peek into how he is now totally onto superficiality of things. With how he treats Beryl, he will be into degrading his partner and edging them. Being a total jerk! Again, mirror so he can show you how you look as he ravishes you. Or if it's anyone he picked at the bar. He will still want to show them.

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You are on your four looking at the mirror, as Dante pounds you from behind, his thrust is fast, rough, and he keeps spanking you, loving how your fat jiggles, leaving prints. He makes you look into the mirror squeezing your cheeks- face tear streak, flustered and whining for his cock, “Look at yourself, sweet angel, such a slut for my cock, you want this, right? To be manhandled and used?” You can just moan, as he grunts and pounds you so deep, the sheets beneath you drenched and thighs stained with how come streak down it.

DMC 4 + DMC4 novel

I don't think, DMC 4 Dante is much into casual sex, he is now getting his own inner peace. He got to know about Nero, he turned out well, so why can't he have this happiness too? He would be all over you wanting to breed you, even if not exactly now, the thought of you sweet and plump with his kid gets him all hard and bothered. Taking you anywhere he can, pumping you full in a mating press, praising you for being his good girl and taking it all, coaxing you to call him Daddy, loving how big and beefy he is compared to small little you. His sweet angel. And Daddy gotta spank when his little angel is naughty, right?

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After coming back from Fortuna, Dante got you pressed in the mating press. You are giggling and flustered as he playfully bites you. He loves how small you look underneath him as he crowds you, he pumps your pussy full of his come, staying in and pulling out to push back any cum trickling out with his thumb, he hums, “Can't let it go to waste, right? Take it….you will be such a sweet mommy for Daddy, right?” All you can do after being blissfully fucked is moaned. You love this man.

DMC 5

Dante is DMC 5 is really mature, still goofy and fun. He is a lot more secure now with Nero, Virgil and everybody in the picture. If you two do not have a child yet, he is dreaming of one by now. He feels more sure of himself and his capabilities. He definitely got breeding kink and size kink.

He and DMC 4 Dante will be open to trying all sorts of things, being Dom or Sub, you get to make the decision, and he will be on it. Nothing is off table, unless it involves hurting you or anything that might hurt you, then it's a total known. He is aware how big he is and will absolutely try to make it more about you, giving you all pleasure and praising you for it.

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Dante makes you sit on his face, makes you ride him, and fucks you with his tongue as you praise him, "Feels so good, Dante! God! It feels so good! I love you." It only encourages Dante to draw your orgasm more, make sure his pretty baby is satisfied and bred full of his cum. He leaves you a mess, but makes sure you are all clean and comfortable when you lull to sleep. He loves you and will spare no detail showing it to you.

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