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Idea for Adoption #1
Shrap
Age: unknown
Race: Hybrid--mix of human and monster
Appearance: tall, wears black. Wears a glove over his left hand, because it has claws; also wears a white mask because the right side of his face is still beastlike. Has a scar over his right eye, most likely an injury from when he was turned into a Hybrid.
Personality: quiet, serious, compassionate despite his grim appearance; able to stay calm in crises
Likes: Snow (he thinks it's so pretty); birdsong; forests and trees
Fears: tight spaces, places he can't see the way out of
Note about races in this world: There are four: Humans, Monsters, Hybrids, and Demons.
Monsters are humanoid animal like creatures; though they have the basic body shape of a human, they may have fur or fangs or claws, some even tails or wings, and they don't have the ability to talk or understand things that a human would. They can become a Hybrid, part human and part monster, if a human gives them a name. Hybrids cannot become Demons, though Monsters may.
Demons are similar to Monsters in that they look more beastlike, but they have chosen to be servants of the Evil Lord who is determined to destroy humans. Demons have intellect like humans, but they are bloodthirsty and have no compassion or love. They cannot be turned into a Hybrid, though they can turn humans into Demons by taking away a person's name.
#I might develop this idea further#but please feel free to use this idea for your own inspiration#you can even use the characters in a different story#or change any part of this idea#though I'd love to see what you do with it if you use the idea!#original story#idea for adoption#Shrap#Monsters#Demons
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I got. A little carried away with some leg studies.
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shrapnel posting!!!!! plus with some other whiteboard fox doodles under the cut
#shrap's design and lore still definitely aren't final yet#but feel free to send asks regarding them to learn more about her#my art#whiteboard doodles#phighting#phighting oc#pibaocshrapnel
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quinton you will start coughing in 7 days from now
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I got tagged by @kiliofdurinsline!
RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Gunna be honest... I don't have many active documents at a given time. My brain doesn't work like that. I've got a Notes app filled with 100 single-line sentences pointing to an idea I know I want to write, and usually I just write them one at a time.
However, this is a rare period where I've been backstocking some fics as I wait for extraneous material to come in. So I have a few active WIP docs rn <.<
In order of appearance we have:
Pokeheimer Time
Volo Photo
DunMeshi PBJ
Spy x Lipstick
And as a bonus, two I'm planning to start soon (assuming the names I would use):
Satosugu Museum
Sabrina Movie Database
Whole mix of fandoms in there but I think you can context clues your way into which one's which!
Tagging: @alchemicallymoon @duelbraids @flutefemme @outsidenonexistentlines @silverjirachi @trybard - If you're down to play along I'd love to hear what files are rattling around half-empty in your computers!!!
#tag game#I love writing words#Remember when I had writer's block for like two months on that Stardew fic?#It uno reverse carded real fast#writing#fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic teaser#Video games#Anime#Love you Shrap ty <3
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Bhai ye Rahul Gandhi apni party ke liye itna panauti kaise hai, Iski Manipur visit ke baad BJP ka resign karta CM office mein reh gaya😭😭😭
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Kunti Shrap: क्यों संपूर्ण महिला जाति झेल रही है माता कुंती को मिला श्रापKunti shrap: आपने इतिहास के सबसे बड़े युद्ध महाभारत की कहानी तो सुनी ही होगी, यह कहानी कौरवों और पांडवों के बीच धर्म और अधर्म के युद्ध की थी। इस युद्ध और इसके विभिन्न पहलुओं और घटनाओं की ��ई छोटी-छोटी कहानियाँ हैं।
#Gaay ko mata kyon kaha jaata hai#mahabharat me kyon diya yudhisthir ne kunti ko shr#mahabharat ke yuddh me kyon mila mata kunti ko yud#mahabharat me kyon diya yudhisthir ne mata kunti k#mahabharat me kyon diya yudhisthir ne apni mata ku#kunti ko shrap kisne diya#mata parvati ne gay ko kyon diya shraap#mahabharat me kyon diya dharmraj ne apni mata ko s#mahabharat me kyon diya yudhisthir ne apni mata ko#Mythology News in Hindi#Mythology Hindi News
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One finn posted a never ending reel on his story with the caption "watch this till the end" and I did but then I was stuck on it obviously. I replied and said I hope his charger stops working and he was like wah I'm on 10 percent and outside. He told the same thing to me and my charger literally said "50 hours for full charging".
Since then the back and forth shrap hasn't stopped
Kaunsi reel mujhe bhi dekhni
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@omaano back at it AGAIN. 😭
The dedication and time they take to bringing my group’s TTRPG campaign characters to life is unbelievable. We’re nearing the end of our campaign and seeing them all in a picture together like this enjoying their precious time together is so bittersweet before the inevitable Order arrives.
Order from Thosea (female bottom left corner) and going right around the circle: Thosea, Alpha, Doxx, Junghar, Kyrk, Shrap, Chip.
#omaano#star wars oc#clone oc#jedi oc#star wars ttrpg#star wars ffg#clone wars oc#clone wars#star wars fan art#commission#omaano is still a magician for doing all this beautiful work#star wars rpg#star wars original character#clone trooper#Jedi#nightbrother#zabrak oc
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when the veneer crumbles
the sounds of water are always relaxing
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: **18+ MINORS DNI**, SMUT, dark and demonic themes, death, possession, drowning, magic use, Mommy kink
as per usual if there is anything I missed let me know
Author's Note: I'm so sorry this one was late, had a lot of car and financial shit I needed to figure out but I finally got it finished. This was one that i always knew how i wanted it to end, even from last year when i first planned it for the Occult series, but for some reason it was REALLY hard to put my idea into words. Hopefully it's not HORRIBLE, i'm a bit rusty after taking more then a few months off. The rest of them will be better I promise lol
Kitmoas | Necrosis Kitmoas | Navigation
The crickets in the distance are a welcome change to the busy streets of the city, cars honking
nonstop during your work day. The world you live in is hectic and out of control but the farther you walk into the almost clear empty darkness the more you can feel the control you naively gain. Stepping into the barely touched woods behind the mostly abandoned house was something that you had missed, a childhood memory that had died suddenly.
Allowing your mind to wander to the summers that you would spend here out on the lake, jumping off the dock, and laughing with your cousins was the welcome peace you needed as you settled along the rickety wood. Even if those fun times were cut short at your aunt’s sudden death, you knew that being here gave you just a moment of your innocence back.
Stepping onto the rickety wood carefully, you cringe internally as your arm tightens momentarily around the rolled up soft blanket. You should have known better to bring a water proof material but it was too late for that. Knees cracking slightly as you lean down, the smooth fabric flaps in the wind and you sigh softly in relief as you are able to fully settle on the dock. Deciding to stretch out was a bit of a mistake, in your time away you forgot just how soothing the sound of water lapping at the damp wood was.
Goosebumps spread across your skin as you slowly came to consciousness, brittle wind chilling you to the bone as you rub the sleep out of your eye. The fog is dense, and confusing as it was supposed to be a clear night. Slowly sitting up, your bones crack as you stretch as much as possible without rocking the dock too much. The unstable wood is loud even with the bare minimum movement causing you to flinch as it echoes across the empty field.
Squinting through the haze, you try to figure out if you can gauge just how late it is by the placement of the moon. The only thing you can see is a weird tunnel out in the middle of the lake, almost like a tornado of gray. Immediate fear isn’t your first thought, though you begin to question just how awake you are.
Condensation makes the wood wet, slipping as you try to stand up but it's the glowing red orbs in the distance that makes you freeze in your half crouched position. They are captivating even from afar. The air around you is thick, filled with the now red tinted fog that almost looks like it's bleeding. Heavy and molasses-like as it lays on your skin, eyes flickering around you try to make sense of your surroundings.
When she gets close enough to see smaller details, your brain slows almost to a complete stop. She’s entirely too breathtakingly beautiful and tragically horrific at the same time. No color to her skin, it’s almost as though she comes directly from one of the old black and white television shows your mother liked to watch. The woman is wearing tight clothing, torn and ripped sporadically. Her eyes almost seem so gray that they are an ethereal foggy green, only flashing ruby when the shrap thin lines all over her body pulsate crimson. Her hair is long and dripping with an inky hue, tangled and disheveled. Fingertips dipped in a steaming tar, dancing near her side as she stalks towards you.
It’s when you can almost reach out and touch the figure that you finally scramble backwards, putting distance between the two of you as the flight side of your instincts kick in. You barely make it more than five steps when you’re being dragged upwards with some sort of red translucent mist. It wraps around your wrists, dragging your arms above your head as you flop about uselessly. Screams are getting caught in your throat as you have to just hang there, watching this being get closer to you.
When the lady is directly below you, the hair on the back of your neck stands up straight and your muscles twitch from how tense they are. You want to panic, to yell, but something stops you. Tilting her head, she has to look up at you from where her magic holds you against the rough bark. Her hand comes out to touch you, but the soft feeling comes as a surprise to you. She cups your cheek, a low red spreading in her eyes as you shake under her touch.
She smiles at you, a soft almost nurturing thing. “You’re just as pretty as I thought you would be, little lamb.” Her voice is chilling, breathy with a raspy tone to it. The older woman’s free hand caresses your stomach, an unwanted warmth sinking into your gut.
Her nails are jagged, cracked and repulsive, as she takes her time to explore your body. It’s sudden, the vigor in which she gropes your body. Clumsy and completely all over the place, you aren’t entirely sure what she thinks she’s doing. Struggling against your restraints, the chill covers your body like ice freezing over a lake.
It isn’t until your body takes over, fear and anger sinking into your bones, that the creature seemingly gains control of her actions and her hand becomes confident and firm. Nails pointedly scratching at your skin as fingers map out your skin, almost stabbing at each goosebump she finds. Your eyes are glued to your face as your mind struggles to catch up to what you had done, flinching as her other hand reaches up. It doesn’t strike you as you thought it would, instead she brushes the back of her knuckles against her own face, trepidation stopping your blood from rushing through your body as you finally realize that you spit at her.
That wasn’t what you wanted to do, you knew that you needed to act smart if you were going to survive this but for some reason all your ability to think logically went out the window. You wanted her more than anything in the world right now, and you knew that you needed to try and do anything to keep her exactly where she was.
“Do you not have control over your stupid little body, mortal?” Her voice is low, almost filled with gravel as she mumbles. Rust filled eyes not even paying you a second of attention but instead staring at the glistening saliva that drips from her fingers.
Your head is shaking vigorously, denying inability in hopes that she doesn’t see you as foolish. The desire to be praised by her came as a surprise, but you weren’t fighting it and it seems to have worked. A smile slowly stretches across the surreal creature’s face as she blinks slowly. “It’s so funny to see such a useless being believe they are worth anything more than what I deem them to be. You think by answering my question in whatever way you think I want will make the outcome of your situation better?”
She speaks softly, almost nurturing as she rubs her soaked fingers along your neck, smearing your own spit against you. You crane your neck as much as you can against the crimson smog wrapped there, trying to hear her voice as clearly as possible.
“I take what I want and no smart mouthed, stupid brained little human is going to stop that. I like to have fun, and the peak is watching you bleed out for me.” The words are harsh but you can’t help but moan as your body is thrown upwards, red tendrils tightening and dragging you to hang limply from the tree branch. It’s devoid of leaves, and creaks under your weight, but it somehow makes you feel like you have a safety net. You had climbed this tree many times in the past, and even had various hanging sets from this very limb.
Swinging freely, you try to move your body as much as possible as the urge to escape your confines sinks in. Entirely too focused, you don’t realize that her hands are moving along your ice cold skin. Groping softly, her movements are controlled and precise to make sure that you barely register it in your brain. It’s when her hands force your legs apart, maroon vapor ropes slithering around your thighs to hold them open, that you finally realize just how hard you are breathing. Your body felt slightly warm, at least in your core, and you could feel your blood rushing downwards. It was almost like your entire being was electrified and you were entirely too conscious of every single thing you felt.
She doesn’t take her time, her eyes narrow as she focuses on mapping out your skin. The bright ruby lines she leaves in her wake only entertain her for so long before she finally moves in between your shaking thighs. The older woman’s finger swipes through your folds, collecting the small amount of wetness she finds there. Gasping as she spreads it across your clit, a throbbing ache despite the way your body revolts. Her jaw mockingly drops when for the first time her eyes light up with amusement, giggling when your hips chase her hand. “Oh poor baby, I can’t fuck you if you’re not wet enough. It’ll hurt your small fragile little body too much and Mommy doesn’t want to hurt you.”
Your head is shaking violently, nonsensical protests tumbling from your lips. It didn’t matter to you, regardless if it was because you wanted her or wanted the situation to be over with, you just needed her to touch you. Even though your wetness wasn’t enough for her, you did feel aroused. Maybe it was your mind tricking you into believing this was what you wanted or maybe it was the glittering crimson behind your irises, but that wasn’t a piece of information that you needed to know.
She tuts, chastising you. “Now don’t lie to me. I know what you want even if your mind fights it, and your body hasn’t caught up, I know.” You watch as she takes a step back, letting her eyes drink in your form. Letting the back of her knuckles run down your torso, you watch as she slowly kneels on the damp dirt. Her hands are grazing over your thighs, pushing them farther open as she leans in. The grip she has on you, though gentle, is strong and you can’t kick her when you feel her mouth along your skin.
The smoothness of her strangely sharp teeth is hot against your cooled body, but it’s the sharp pierce and spilling of your blood that leaves a weirdly chilled warmth leaking down your leg. Eyes widening you try to look past the head of dark locks to see what just happened, but it didn’t take long for your brain to catch up and the stabbing pain on your inner thigh.
She looks up at you, sparkling light jade eyes catching the moon light, with a toothy smile and a small dribble of crimson running down her chin. “You’re a fucking vampire?” You couldn’t help the shocked yelp, body shaking with fear.
The being doesn’t even answer you, giggling as rolls her eyes up at you. She seems so innocent in those moments but nothing gets rid of the terror emanating within your soul. Looking back at your bleeding thigh, she swipes her fingers through the thick liquid to coat them. Her nails catch on the open wound, sending another wave of searing pain through your body but she pays no attention to you.
It almost feels like time stops as you hang there, waiting, but the moment the brunette swipes her crimson dipped thumb across your clit something in your body cracks. It’s small but you can feel the change and in your mind you start screaming at yourself. You know being vocal won’t stop this crazy woman, but you wanted to deter her by being completely unaffected. It was the last thing you had on her, to make her believe that what she was doing was just pure torture and you found absolutely no pleasure in it, but you knew that that power over her was no longer available to you.
Never one for vanilla sex, not even in theory, you shouldn’t be that surprised that being taken by force from a demonic crazy being would be right up your alley. No one could ever keep up with you, your fantasies were just a bit too intense or a bit too dangerous, and for once everything you ever wanted was being fulfilled. This gorgeous being was forcing her fingers farther into you, your blood dripping randomly down different parts of your body.
Despite your want for intensely kinky sex, you knew that it should be completely consensual right? It should let you know that, and you could feel your anger rising in your body as the heat zoomed between your thighs. This couldn’t be consensual, not with how it started, but if it wasn’t then why did the idea of her actually stopping tear you up on the inside? You couldn’t fathom the idea of her ice cold thumb pulling away from your throbbing clit for too long, for her touch on your body to not cause goosebumps.
She doesn’t wait much longer, no need to attempt to please you now that she has the wetness she wants, shoving two fingers into you with almost no remorse. A shrill scream gets stuck in your throat as you choke on the force of air rushing up, the pain bringing tears to your eyes. A sign of weakness that this twisted soul revels in as she thrusts her fingers in, letting her free hand drag up crimson periodically.
The pain was immense and you were certain that she had to be using something besides her fingers, there was no way that the small hands in between your thighs were causing this much agony. You wanted to shove against her, but the moment her teeth sink into your breast you know you’re gone. Hips jumping, trying to get her to move more as the pleasure starts to settle in your tummy, uselessly against her body. It felt so bad that the good started to come from a delirious state, and you just needed her to move. The tips of her fingers just rubbing slightly against the soft spot inside of you, the texture of her wrinkled skin felt wrong but you were starting to become obsessed.
“Isn’t it comical? A desperate slut like you thought you had everything together, thought I was going to ruin your life by taking what was destined to be mine?” Through the heavy fog that had begun to settle in your head you tried your best to look down at her, shock painted across your face. How did she know what you were thinking? She doesn’t give you any answer, instead her thrusting gets more aggressive as the wetness between your thighs grows, and it mixes with the blood still heavily leaking from the bite marks.
You want to moan, whimper, maybe even plead but you were no longer sure what you wanted. Logically you needed this to stop if you were to ever be okay again, but at the same time all you wanted to do was feel her mouth on your clit. You wanted her to fuck you until you were incoherent, a drooling mess. Hatred towards yourself and her fueled your motions as you tried to work to take more of her hand, stretching around her third finger as she shoves it ungracefully into you.
Her mouth is at your knee now, glowing eyes looking up at you as she smirks. “Taking me so well for someone so against getting used.” Her arm is moving roughly, fingers curling inside you as she ghosts her teeth along your thigh. “So clean, so dry. Why don’t you make a mess for Mommy? I like my cunts all wet and messy.”
It was then you found your power, despite the arousal burning in your belly and the way you clenched around her fingers whenever she swiped her thumb along your clit. You knew that the more you let your thoughts wonder, even if it had to be forced, that you would be able to pull yourself from the situation. Imagine yourself somewhere else and almost black out during everything, your body would be limp and pliant but not give her what she wants. The movie you would go see in a week with your best friends, or the long list of groceries that you knew you needed to get when you went back into the city. Thoughts swarmed your head as you tried your hardest to ignore the way her fingers poked and prodded, the way her thumb caressed your swollen clit just perfectly.
Screwing your eyes shut, you make your best attempt at seeming unaffected but you don’t realize that you aren’t winning. If anything you just make it more fun for the being below you, giving her the opportunity to make you as wet as she wants.
Being so focused on the thoughts traveling through your brain was good until you don’t feel the tugging on your wrists, persistent and firm. It’s only when you’re tumbling helplessly through the air that you realize you are no longer hanging from the tree, but instead falling face first into the freezing lake. It’s a shock, breaking the surface of the water. It knocks the breath out of your lungs and forces your throat to close, you can practically feel all your muscles seize as well. You make the mistake of opening your mouth to scream, causing a rush of dirty water to fill your lungs, and it’s only when her hand claws at the back of your head that you feel even an ounce of relief.
She’s tearing your body out of the water, pieces of the thin ice fly around you and you can’t believe that you relax as your body collides with her. “Don’t think that you can try to outplay Mommy like that you little slut. I know what you want, you are my destiny. You were made to take me, so be a good girl and let me do what I was made to do.” Her voice is sweet, almost soft, as she speaks through her teeth directly into your ear. It shouldn’t calm your racing heart, neither should the almost warm comforting touch of her red mist along your thighs.
You want to let yourself fall, the intense arousal is boiling in your tummy and you can feel the coil tightening with each brush of her hand along your body. It would be much easier to allow yourself to become immersed in the pleasure coursing through your body, but it wasn’t until she allowed that crimson fog to slip inside you. Despite the fact that whatever she was pushing into you was magical, you were still too tight for her liking. There was a part of you deep down that still didn’t want this and it was causing your body to react subconsciously.
‘If the slut doesn’t want to get wet, then I’ll keep you wet myself.” Her hands scratch up your side, a nail digging into your nipple on the way up and it makes your hip buck. You feel yourself melting back into her and a moan softly slips from your parted lips. The urge to pretend that it’s from the cold is strong, but you can’t even pretend at this point like the feeling of her hands on you isn’t turning you on.
Her hands are running along your torso, teasing your nipples and scratching up your stomach. It almost feels normal, just another hookup and it makes you forget. Losing yourself in the way that the ruby swells inside you, rubbing against the soft spot it finds and caressing your clit softly.
The wetness between your thighs is gathering the longer she plays with you, wine stained mist thrusting lazily into you. It almost plays with you, knowing that it ruts to hard or fast that it will bring you closer to the edge, but it keeps you writhing for more with each movement. You want to beg for more, ask her to touch you with her own hands as you have begun to crave her ice touch, though there is something that is stopping you from doing that. It isn’t necessarily pride, something you lost the moment you began to get turned on by this aggressive form of twisted affection.
It’s when her nails scratch at the back of your neck that you realize the fog that’s dragging you slowly, almost mockingly leisurely, towards the edge is growing. Almost like a ball, it feels like she’s pushing her magic abilities to stretch you to the point right before danger. You’re confused, as your wetness starts dripping down your thighs and your breath starts picking up, how much more wet could you get?
Instant regret floods your system almost as fast as the ice cold water that rushes down your throat as she shoves your face directly into the lake. It’s not a quick dunk to shock you this time, her claw-like hand squishing your face into the almost mud like dirt at the bottom. She doesn’t stop forcing more and more into you, her magical fog swelling larger and it presses against where your torso is now pressed against the ground. Even as you struggle against her, your internal will to try and live kicking in, you can’t help the build up in your stomach. The coil tightens as her magic moves within you, moving inside you as her nails dig into her back.
Sharp stinging pains are a contrast, an added sensation, to your panic as you begin to think maybe she is just going to keep you submerged. There’s no way she would, right? She wants to use you, there would be no reason that she would want to truly harm you.
A deep belly chuckle is muffled through the water, barely a vibration as your arm and head flail as much as possible. You wanted out but you can’t help but moan instead of scream, the pleasure of her nails into your shoulder blades and her thigh grinding between your thighs into the swell of mist there beginning to get too overwhelming. It was no longer a fight to survive but a fight to enjoy the last moments of life. Somewhere in your mind you knew that you wouldn’t actually make it out of this alive, but for some reason you’ve decided to ignore that.
“Such a stupid whore, letting just anyone touch your cunt.” She fists your soaked hair in your hand, and just for a fleeting moment the pain mixed with arousal takes over your fogged mind. “You don’t even know Mommy and yet here you are, taking my gorgeous gift like the good little fuck toy you are.” Her free hand abandons your back in lue of groping your ass, pushing down against it to get you to stop moving. Her thigh is pushing against your throbbing clit now, soaked in your wetness despite water lapping up as you splash about.
You can feel your vision start to darken, the edges of the burning sensation as you try to keep your eyes open have blurred and blackened. Unsure if you are even panicking anymore, your body starts to relax and the only thing you can focus on is the fuzzy warm arousal filling each nerve in your body. The water floating around you becomes tranquil as each muscle in your body softens and you move with each thrust into you.
A wide sinister smile stretches unnaturally along the being’s face, pulling her almost gray lips as far as they can as she stares down at your almost lifeless body. She can see the signs and for her it motivates her even more, forcing more and more of her magic into you. You were everything she could have ever wanted and she refused to let you stay in the living world, if she was destined to be stuck to this lake forever then so would you.
Slowly you could feel all the tension in your body start to clump together in your stomach, draining from the rest of you and tightening around the scarlet orb inside you. You craved that last bit of pleasure, that last rush in your veins to end this for good.
When it becomes almost impossible to move and you are no longer shaking from panic or exertion, but instead trembling from hanging onto the edge, she knows it’s time. Sneering down at your limp form, she uses her grip in your hair to turn your head. Slapping at your cheek until she can just barely see your fuzzy bloodshot eyes, an almost soft nurturing smile paints along her face once she sees your drunk like state. “There’s my girl. So fucked out.” Her sphere cloud inside you starts to vibrate, her cold dark eyes once more glowing a dim ruby.
Gripping at your jaw, her claw practically breaks your neck as she forces you to keep eye contact with her. Even as your eyes slip closed, struggling to stay open as you start to dangle over the edge, you can’t help but feel drawn in to listen. “Say my name, little toy, say it and stay with me forever.” Her voice is raspy, bordering soft but she’s taunting you. “You know it, you know you do, so say it. Say it now.” Her actions become frantic, her thigh grinding more aggressively into you. She’s trying to force you into a more pathetic state, even at the edge of death she wants you to be begging for her.
As much as you can you try to deny knowing, because how could you? You had never seen this person, if that’s what she is even considered, before this horrific situation. The attempt at trying to keep water from going down your throat had stopped, your lungs should have filled completely with liquid by now so some other power must have been keeping you alive.
Though you couldn’t see it, the being was getting annoyed. Her eyes rolled as she realized that you were thinking again, a brain dead creature who could still think. “Say my name and you can cum for Mommy, like the pretty little whore you are.” She spits at you through her teeth, pointed and your blood drying on the dull shine. With her words she sees a change in your stature, even held under the force of her hand, eagerness. Humming slowly she allows her maroon mist to sink into each part of your body.
Your brain was almost empty, nothing but serene thoughts going through it as you felt yourself slip into the darkness. You thought that there would be a light at the end of the time but instead you start seeing a faint rosy hue. The being above you is yelling at you and the need to give in is strong, you want to end everything on a high. You need that high.
Her name slips into the water almost silently, your eyes slipping closed as you fall into unconsciousness, but it’s there. She hears it, muffled, “Wanda.” Usually one of her biggest fears, not one to want to go back to the damned dark world but with you she could thrive. A black magic demon who accomplished its goal? She would rule the world with a scarlet leash around your neck. A small smirk as her magic starts to die, a sure sign she’s going back to being contained. Until the end of time you will be her needy little toy, just as you were as you took your last breath.
#kitmoas | Necrosis#wanda maximoff x reader#dark wanda maximoff x reader#kinktober#kits kinktober#wanda maximoff#dark wanda maximoff#marvel fanfiction#wanda maximoff fic#wanda maximoff x you#wanda maxmoff x y/n
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Thoughts on My Adventures with Superman S3 TEASER IMAGES (yes I know I'm EXTREMELY late on this one)
Clois and Kimmy are back! AHHHHHH it's been So long, They look so cute!!!! ^w^
New intro, Mixy's back, Lex is Bald, Cyborg Superman, and NEW CHARACTERS!? OMG Next season is Absolutely going to be Insane, I'm hoping to see more DC characters show up and maybe even see more sibling Dynamic between Clark and Kara, because last season they were absolutely cute together. Also Jimmy and Kara NEED to get together this season, I don't care what anyone says I NEED to see them together, FINALLY a Supergirl relationship that doesn't involve her being with Brainiac, because that was just 🤢 I'm Also hoping to hear some Future slang in this like "Crash" and "Shrap" mainly because we're getting Superboy, and It REALLY seems like Superboy will be from future, so having him say stuff like this would Really be blast, which brings me to my Next topic.
I've seen a lot of people's theories circulating online about How this could possibly be Lois and Clark's kid from the future, and I gotta say, I ABSOLUTELY Love this idea for 2 reasons, 1 if this is True then that IMMEDIATELY means he's come here for 2 reasons, 1 we could Definitely be seeing the Death of Superman play out this season. Since we're already getting Cyborg Superman and because one of the last episodes Last season was called The Death of Clark kent, so it would only make sense for this to be called the Death of Superman, if we're heading in that direction, leading to the whole Superman Legacy arc where multiple people took up the mantle of Superman, such as STEEL, Cybor Superman and Even Superboy. If we're going to be seeing this then that means he's either here to probably stop his father from dying, or just coming back to see and meet him before his Inevitable Death, which would REALLY Hit hard for us if that's the case. Also ya wanna know what it Really reminds me of, let me just get this straight for a second to see if I got the whole story Right, "A Super hero's child comes back from the future to See their Dead relative in order to get to know them before their eventual passing, and maybe even try Live up to their Legacy " Now where have I seen this before....? 😏
Once again They continue to Improve upon ideas that HAD Potential, but were executed poorly. Hopefully they Don't drop the ball on this one ^^ Now onto reason 2, if Superboy is from the future then that means he had to have gotten here by Something right? Maybe a Time Bubble 😏
THAT'S RIGHT! I'm suggesting that Mabye we could be seeing the Legion of Superheroes, being possibly introduced this Season, and that Superboy is a founding member, and if that's the case, that would be ABSOLUTELY Insane, and a Great move on DC'S part in my opinion. but those are just my thoughts, let me know what you think, Do you agree?
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Happy Pride Month!
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pat cummins tere batsmen bhi out hoge jaldi jaldi. shrap hai mera. 🤡
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Kova "Roach" Grimad
A veteran creek crawler, she was a Space Cadet when she lost both her arms and an eye from shrap metal after a laser struck the belt of her GL-21. She continued running missions afterwards, then meeting her spouse after reaching the rank of Death Captian. Kova filled her C-01 forms, enjoyed her materity leave and now returns to active duty. She rarely dives anymore perfering more backline roles, her armor usually reserved for ceremonial and training purposes. She'll get your logistics sorted, but don't call Kova an automaton conspirator for her appearance and especially don't insinuate that she got all her fellow divers killed. You might just find yourself on the receiving end of a mean left hook.
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title: Fever
category: Gen
fandom: Young Justice (comics)
characters and relationships: Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Bart Allen, Cassie Sandsmark
warnings: none
Summary:
@ailesswhumptober Day 23: Fever, passing out, “Hey?! Stay with me, okay?!”
Working late too many nights can take its toll. It’s good to have friends there to catch you when you crash.
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Tim shuffled into the Tower living room, and immediately Kon could tell there was something wrong.
His hands were clumsy as he opened the coffeepot and poured himself a mug.
Instead of his usual determined muttering, his words were mumbling and slurred.
A thin sheen of sweat slicked his forehead.
Kon zipped forward and hovered in front of him. "Hey, buddy," he said gently. "You feeling okay?"
"Hmm?" Tim blinked a few times, like he couldn't quite process that he was seeing Kon.
"...Tim? You with me?" Concerned, Kon reached out and tilted Tim's face up to get a better look. He leaned into the contact, mumbling something about penguins, before taking one step and promptly collapsing. Kon dove to catch him and tried to keep the alarmed shrieking in his head to the background.
Tim's eyes fluttered open, and he seemed confused at the new position they were in. "Kon?"
"Hey, it's okay. I've got you." Kon put a hand to his forehead. He had an extremely high temperature; Kon himself ran hotter than an ordinary human, but this exceeded even his normal temps. "Shit, Tim, you're burning up."
"Nn... 'M not on fire."
"Figuratively, dummy." Kon scooped him up and flew him down the hall, dodging past Cassie and Bart, who watched open-mouthed as they went. The speedster was never still for long, and zipped into the medbay ahead of Kon, waiting with a thermometer he stuck in Tim's mouth the instant he came within reach.
Bart squinted at the tiny display. "Shrap. It's in Fahrenheit."
"Dude, we use Fahrenheit."
"Not in the future."
"Doesn't matter. That number is way too high in any measurement." Cassie pressed a damp cloth to Tim's forehead, and he moved into the touch, murmuring softly.
Kon walked over and set him down on one of the beds, smoothing his bangs out of his eyes. "You're gonna be okay, sunshine. You just rest, okay?" Tim hummed wordlessly in response, and Kon was about to zip away when a hand wrapped around his wrist, clammy with sweat. He looked to see his best friend's eyes open and locked on him.
"Stay with me?"
He smiled. "Always."
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