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hongjng8 · 3 months ago

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My Kind Of Heaven.

Pairing: DemonHybrid!san X Mortal!Reader

Feature: DemonHybrid!Seonghwa

Genre: Fantasy, mystery, dark.

Wc: 4k (4065)

Warnings: nsfw(18+)MDNI, CNC, light violence, Blasphemy, blood, knife play, manipulation, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, overstim, restraints, intoxication, possession.

Hongjng8’s notes: Can’t say no to a bit of twisted demon action can we my sweets. ;) I’m also making this to treat a friend of mine !! (@sansangel ) hehe. Make sure to enjoy to your hearts content <3

Tag list (DM to be added): @slvtiny @sugarnspice630 @yuyusolivebranch @taegi1016 @batw00yo @acescavern @yunhoscutie @atzaurora @littlefireball @crimsonbubble @jjoongstar

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“Hff~ I’m so exhausted.”

Your voice emitted a murmur, knowing that you needed to take a peaceful break. Which conveniently your home was a beautiful bungalow placed in the middle of the forest, and of course, you being a spiritual person who was connected with nature, this was a perfect opportunity to go for a stroll — you know, to take your mind away from reality.

You exhaled calmly, sliding into your skirt. Your shirt, whilst comfortable, tucked underneath. Lacing a white corset around your waist, finishing with bunny tying your shoe laces.

“Phew.. okay..”

Rushing outside, grabbing a thick warm blanket in your hurry. You clung to the bag that rested under your arm. Immediately being faced with the calmness of the wild; various flowers, tangling trees, wispy grass, and wind chasing bushes.

The quiet and riveting environment had always intrigued you, and you’d often venture deep into the dream-like land. Completely unaware what tales lie ahead..

“Beautiful..”

You spoke a breathless whisper, eyes fluttering as you spun around to take in the wonders that engulfed you. Yellow and blue butterflies dancing like fairies, pretty love birds singing in the tall trees — It really felt like your very own wonderland.

Eyes twinkling, you found your usual spot. The spot that radiated that homey sense of warmth and comfort. Where you could ponder for days on end. With a tug of strength, and a firm flap, you laid out your blanket; As white as winters snow, and as soft as a rabbits coat.

Perfectly flattened under an oak tree that could have been big enough to hold centuries worth of secrets.

“Perfect.. so warm..”

You delicately placed yourself down, legs nestling into the coziest of fabric. Gentle hands adjusting the hem of your skirt to cover your thighs. You finally relaxed.

There was one small thing about this so called ‘wonderland’, that you wasn’t so familiar with.

The forest you called home, was somewhat magical. Well, that is what you’d say if you were to sugarcoat the reality of it.

Ideally, this forest was a realm — A portal for many different entities to come forth into the land of mortals.

This nature fueled soil was enchanted.

Peaceful. Was how things were going. You hadn’t felt so in touch with nature in such a long time. Your eyes had been closed for a hot second, taking in the sounds and drowsing in the scents around you.

Unknowingly, a faint mist was beginning to display it-self around the environment, decorating the air with twinkles of star dust. An uneasy ambiance dizzying your mind.. assuredly feeling a pair of eyes feasting upon you.

The wind grew a sudden strong, a cold breeze dangerously tugging at your skirt, snatching your attention away from daydreaming.

Sitting up, you scanned the unfamiliar scene in-front of you;

“what the fuck-“

You rubbed your eyes, examining the swirls of twinkly mist, blending perfectly within the air. ‘What a weird abomination.’

Trying to shrug it off, you pulled your phone out to check the time. It was getting later and later in the evening. Eyes rolling back, you let out a frustrated sigh, unappreciative about the journey back home. That was until the sweet scent of tangerine filled your nostrils: One of your favorite smells.

It was addictive, you felt pulled into some kind of bliss. You stared forward as the starry mist formed a trail, eagerly yearning for you to follow. To which you obeyed. — who could resist when the scent you got drunk on, only got stronger each step you took along the path.

The trail led you somewhere quiet and unusually closed off. Anyone else would have been suspicious, but the daze this mist and scent brung you only pushed you forward. You were hooked: Just like a fish being reeled in like mindless prey.

Hands draping to your sides, completely struck by the unrealism of what was unfolding in-front of you.

The foggy mist swarmed like a tornado. The stardust becoming more evident the bigger the mist got. Your jaw was hung, sheepishly stepping back from what began emerging.

A sleek outline.. such a tall figure exposing itself.

“I’m going cra-“

you were cut-off by this strange-being revealing himself; eyes sharp, plump succulent lips forming into a mischievous grin, his silk white hair that drooped infront of his brown, heavy eyes.

“Id hope it’s over me~..”

The strangers voice sent shivers along your soft skin, trembles running down your spine.

Your breath was taken away, stumbling over words that you were struggling to spurt out. To which you almost tripped in response. Only for this mysterious man to catch your fall, his hands soft yet they held a firm grip on you.

“Shh sh sh.. Don’t be afraid of a harmless Demon.”

His words were allusive, voice venom-like. You were spooked for sure, but you couldn’t deny the fact this demon was drop-dead gorgeous.

“Demon..?”

You questioned, your body tense as his hold on you tightened, sharp nails scratching against your clothes, as he cradled your body against his toned build.

“Correct.”

He was confident, straight to the point.

“I haven’t had such an opportunity to visit this side in a while.. what do they call it? Ah! The mortal realm.”

You blinked, examining this man in-front of you. You had always been a spiritual person, but witnessing a demons presence first hand was not on your list.

“Call me Seonghwa, pretty. Think of me as any other guy.”

Seonghwa spoke with pride, his long fingers began caressing your chin, lifting your head just a little to meet his eyes. The type of eyes that sucked in your soul, with intention.

“Consider us.. new acquaintances.”

He hissed with a smirk, fangs peaking as his lips curled, hands moving down to caress the curves of your waist once again.

You attempted to read this man carefully, but he was for sure a tough one to get through.

“What are you here for..? What made you approach me..?”

Your words tried to come across stern, but your voice came out quiet. It was clear as day you were nervous, to which he only got a rush out of.

He inched closer to you, siding you off to where you originally rested under the large oak tree.

“How could I resist such a welcoming treat, all alone.. in the woods..”

His eyes flickered to you, gazing up and down. He sought for the advantage in the situation.

“I’d assume some company wouldn’t be any trouble now, would it my pet.”

You inhaled a sharp breath, though before you could speak, you felt his broad cold hand against your bare thigh, swiftly making his move. He was quick, an unpredictable predator pouncing onto his prey.

“Seonghwa.. wait— no.. sto-“

Your mouth was covered by his spare hand, causing you to whimper, powerless. The demons strength was not unknown either, as he had you pushed against the hard bark of the tree, his body pressed against your back.

“Hush now, little human. You’ll love being my toy. How does it sound? A demons plaything?”

His sleek fingers curled under your skirt, prodding at the fine laced panties that covered your heated cunt.

You squirmed, shaking your head in denial to reject the hell spawn, which clearly didn’t phase him at all. You were only met with a stronger scent of that familiar mandarin orange. However this time, it left you in a deeper dreamlike state, incapable of thinking for yourself. The smell was captivating.. poison.

The demons lips ran over your ear, soon leaving a hopeful kiss against the nape of your neck.

“I’m so sorry.”

The specimen whispered sweet nothings and false apologies, as his fingers continued violating your clothed heat. Your body reacting against your wishes, as your soft panties dampened to his touch.

“I just can’t help myself..”

He growled lightly, tugging the wet lace of your panties aside, exposing your smooth, plump pussy to his digits.

“N-no..”

Your voice was shy to a whisper, unable to fight against his touch. You were dreading what could happen next. Seonghwa, whilst completely unwelcome, was exploring your now, throbbing underneath. Yet why was your body enjoying this feeling? It felt unbelievably filthy.

“Any demon would thrive to have a pet mortal like you. so beautiful.. so needing of such attention..”

His voice flowed smoothly, and you hated the way it gave you goosebumps of excitement.

Your eyes suddenly shot wide open, feeling his fingers scissoring your sensitive folds — gliding around your doused slick.

“How inviting..”

Over the faint murmurs of his words, and the dizziness from the transe you were under, all you could hear was the pathetic, squelching of your unacceptably wet pussy.

Seonghwa chuckled, satisfied with the reaction your body gave him. The sound echoing through your ears as your body sunk against the textured brown wood.

He slipped his hands out from under your skirt— fingers sticky with your unwanted arousal, pulling out a feather, tenderly stroking it along the back of your thigh. At least, to a mortal, it appeared to be a beautiful white feather. But under that enchanted disguise, a sharp steeled blade rested between his finger’s.

“I won’t hurt you.”

His words were anything but promising.

He was ruthless, sadistic. Yet something about him was drawing you in.

Your legs trembled as you felt the tickle of the feather against your skin, though that tremble soon turned into a cold hiccup of realization, the pressure he was applying to your skin was nothing to what a feather could achieve.

“Hold still, sweet thing.”

Body trembling in fear, your nails scratching against the tree bark. You felt the sharp rushing sting of the blade beginning to delve into your skin — eyes shutting tight to brace yourself for that anticipating pain.

That was until Seonghwa suddenly stopped. Unusual.. what’s happening?

The stardust mist that surrounded you both dangerously swept away. Just like wind picking up from a helicopters rotor blades.

Seonghwa’s guard was put down as he examined what was going on, his face full of clear concern. You instantly fell down to your blanket, hugging your knees, snapping out of the daydream this star demon laced you in.

“Fuck..”

Seonghwa growled defensively. You noticed for the first time the anger and irritation that brewed inside of him. ‘Is this what demons were?’

This new aura that dominated the horizon was stronger — even you, a powerless human could feel the intensity that was at steak. Seonghwa turned to you, head tilting as he concealed the fact he was intimidated. He knew what was coming, who was approaching.

“We need to leave, kitty.”

He attempted to bribe you, although you on the other hand: frightened, completely clueless. Your body was frozen, you could barely even hear Seonghwa talking to you. This new, musky Aura was paralyzing.

“You can trust me. You don’t need anyone else.”

Seonghwa himself winced, eyes jolting to the trees that golfed you both in. Vines manipulated themselves, branches cracking as the green stems slithered forward. Seonghwa’s abilities were useless against this hostile entity.

And he knew it.

Your eyes stilled, watching as vines approached the demon in-front of you, lips trembling as you shuffled backward slowly,

“What’s wron-“

Seonghwa’s words were put to a halt with a threatening choke, his neck strangled tightly by the vines. The poised demon groaned, nails grasping at the veiny wires of nature, the stardust that radiated from his body crumbled into Smokey. You on the other hand, were struck, barely able to form a thought.

Another demon, one who was broader with a menacing presence, came closer to you and Seonghwa, who was still restraint by his neck. This new being simply raised a hand, the vines lifting Seonghwa enough to face him.

“San..”

Seonghwa yelped, his breath short. Irritation spread all over his expression. Though he knew his place when against this rival.

“Seonghwa.”

San responded, his eyebrows furrowed with displeasure. You watched carefully as the two had an obvious distaste for one another, your attention drifting to the dangerous man.

‘San.. I see.’ you tried to gather some courage, being sure to collect as much information as you could just from listening to their small talk.

San’s hand reached out to glide two fingers up Seonghwa’s temple, before grasping his hair, tugging his head back with spite.

“You’ve had your fun, pixie. Get lost.”

His words spilled out like venom, letting Seonghwa go with a thud. The starry man grunted, picking himself up and wiping his lips. He was smart enough to know he wouldn’t stand a chance against San— forced to return to the opposite realm with a longing desire for your taste.

Left alone, the silence was eerie. Your tummy twisted, nerves pricking your spine and sending you into shivers. San undoubtedly held something in his manner, something that caught your true attraction.

This was the weirdest day of your life.

“Y/n, hm?”

You froze. ‘how did he know my name?’.

Your legs trembled, laying out as you stared up at the large man. Breath hitching at the sound of the vines crackling closer towards your limbs.

“I know many things, Princess. Like reading your little mind. You’re forgetting what I am.”

You began to notice that these demons seemed to have one similar trait: scents.

San secreted the musky fragrance of sage — god, another one of your favorites. However, this scent had a complete different effect. You wasn’t hypnotized to a stand-still, no. You coughed as the smell filled your lungs, your body willingly relaxed, legs parting. Your mind being filled with sinful, dirty thoughts.

“Tsk, I’ve never met someone who slips into traps so easily. Such a clever girl.”

His praise felt almost like mockery, your eyes clouded with desire as San closed in, hovering over your frame.

“Please..”

‘What am I saying?’ Your thoughts raced. For some strange reason, you craved the touch of the demon that stood in-front of you.

“You pitiful angel. I’d say the lord would be looking down at you with shame. You really want a demon to take care of you?”

Your cheeks heated with humiliation, whining as the demon controlled the vines, wrapping them securely over your ankles, tugging your body forward and forcing you onto your back.

Holy fuck he was enticing.

“You don’t mind if I treat myself, right baby girl?”

His red eyes drank up your kind pupils, and with a click of his fingers, the vines forced your legs apart. Your panties still damp from before, the lace suckled against your folds. You let out a breathy whimper as the cold air reached between your thighs, unfocused as San leant down, knees between your legs.

“I think this little deer needs a helping hand, hm?”

San teased, watching as your hips wiggled, your lips sealed as your heartbeat increased. You could feel his heavy presence inching closer to your warmth.

“Speak up, my little slut. Use that sweet mouth of yours.”

The demon slapped your desperately swollen clit, which was throbbing underneath your panties. Your body was covered in goosebumps, excitement pumping through your bloodstream. You couldn’t believe this was actually turning you on.

“Yes.. yes.. please San, please help me.. I need it.. please..”

He grinned, pleased. Wasting no time as his thick, long fingers slid under the sides of your soggy panties, hurriedly tearing them off of you with ease. He stumbled forward, latching his lips onto your cascaded mound. He groaned, tugging the vines to pressurize you against his face as much as he could. Mouthing you hungrily, licking between your folds, taking his time to explore every crevice. — eager to find your sweet spots.

“S-san!”

Your body shook, Lower back arching from the sensational assault against your gushing cunt. Now that the demon has got the taste of your sweet nectar, he indefinitely can’t stop.

In San’s mind, he grew heated at the idea of having a human like you under his sleeve. His personal little slave — a pretty toy he could mould into his very own property. An uncomfortable tightening shaped in pants at the thoughts, forming a hood at his crotch. He moaned at the fantasy, sending vibrations into you that only added to your pleasure. Your body shivering and trembling under his curse.

He pulled away momentarily, lips detaching from your drowned pussy with a pop. He panted, animal-like. Crazed from the smell of your arousal. He fluttered kisses against your thighs, hands caressing your delicate legs.

You were aching for more.

“Fuck.. you’re so wet. For me? Really?”

San was smug, admiring how your sensitive cunt throbbed and grasped around nothing. He knew exactly what you needed, and he damn well was going to take advantage of it. Without any question, he pumped two of his thick digits into your pretty little pussy. Curling them repeatedly, angling his wrists to explore your gummy walls, soon finding that sweet spot, causing a lucid moan to emit from your mouth.

You reacted perfectly to his touch, exactly how he wanted. He abused your frail, gasping cunt, violating that sweet spot — leaning down once again to suck your clit as he finger fucked you. Your hips jolting as you were edging closer to your release.

“That’s it, let go. Just for me.”

San murmured against your pulsing heat, shaking his head as he lapped you up like a fucking dog. As soon as he felt your walls clamping down and gushing on his fingers, he pulled them out just in time, frantically rubbing your sensitive bud with his hand — forcing an orgasm from you.

“Fuckkk! C-cumming.. mm!”

A high pitch cry poured out of your cords, San growling in response, a deeper moan passing his lips as he watched you squirt all over his hand, slapping your cunt one last time before he savored your high with his tongue, drowning in your pleasure.

“Such a good girl. Giving into a demon.”

The demon had pulled away, leaving you drenched and ready. Gasping for air as your chest raised up and down. San’s eyes stared down at your heaving chest, tongue gliding over his swollen lips to collect your sweetness that stained.

Your gaze met his, cheeks flushed as you watched him remove his clothes. A thick fog caved you both around the blanket. No one could see you like this but him. Your pleasure was for his eyes only.

Whilst removing the clothes that covered his lower half, the vines under his spell swiftly began tearing your clothes away from your skin.

“You’re so pretty like this.”

You gasped, the plants behind San’s strength handling your body with ease, flipping you onto your stomach and tangling around your waist to hang your hips in the air. San’s hand landed a rough slap against your ass, kneading the flesh within his large palms. Your face was pressed against the soft blanket, hands restrained behind your back. The power the demons vines withheld was more than surprising.

Before you knew it, you were on display — ass up face down. Tangled within the curse of nature.

“Delicate little princess. You belong to me. I’ll break you open and mould you into my very own cocksleeve.”

San finally positioned himself behind you, your knees either side of him as he gave his dick a few long, wet strokes — His breathing heavy.

Your legs felt weak, though San had no problem assisting, pulling your hips closer to his. The demon began to rub his length against your sex, making sure to gather and spread all the juices. It was obvious how needy and ready you were; you were leaking, dripping to feel San’s cock deep inside you.

After painfully being teased, he started to push his cock into your begging hole. The stretch was intense, pressure being more than anticipated. He was big, length and girth considered. Your walls hugged around him perfectly, like you were made for this. Both of your moans danced in the air together, his length completely sheathed inside you, the bruised-pink tip kissing your cervix.

“Shit.. you’re such a tight fuck-toy.”

San grasped the vines that tied your hands, pushing down against your middle back to deepen your arch, as he began setting a fastened pace, grinning to himself; you were losing yourself in this demon.

Unable to form a sentence, simply letting out wails of pleasure. Your pussy fluttering from the sensation — San’s cock plunged against the sweet muscle deep inside you. His dizzying sage aroma filled your lungs, becoming more addictive than any drug.

“You’re taking me so fucking well. Have you done this before? My little whore.”

The sadistic spawn spat rhetorically, eyes dark and heavy as he delve into you with such depth and speed, your tummy twisting with a tight knot. You swore you could feel a bulge in your lower belly each time he fucked into you; Babbling pathetic nothings as he ruined your pretty cunt. The high San was giving you, allowed you the energy you so badly needed to take his cock even after already hitting such an orgasm before.

“G-good.. so go-ood”

You managed to drool some words from your lips, tears rolling down your rosy cheeks. He kept you pushed down, giving several long strokes which gained your eyes rolling back, your nails digging into the stemmy ropes.

“You’re loving this aren’t you? Taking demon dick.”

He fastened, letting out a lengthy moan feeling you tighten around him. His balls were slapping against your wet core, the sound echoing through the fog that clouded around you both.

San’s arm snaked around your waist, the vines tightening against your skin, surely leaving a mark. His fingers dipped between your folds, swirling and brushing over your hard clit, all whilst his thrusts grew animalistic — The overwhelming sensitivity had your hips bucking repetitively.

“That’s it. Take it. Take all of me.”

The friction the two bodies created surely had the blanket dirtied underneath by the earth it had been resting on. You began feeling a burning twist forming in your aching tummy, breathing unsteady. The ruthless pounding only sent you deeper into your arousal, your muscles stiffening as your spine bent the furthest it could; bringing you to another orgasm. It hit you hard, your throbbing cunt squeezing and gushing around San’s cock.

“Oh g-god!”

“Scream for the lord. Let him hear you.”

As you release, relishing into a moaning mess. San grabbed a blade that the vines had hauled towards him, his hips still rolling rhythmically as you twitched and flushed against him, milking your high out of you.

Without a word, he carved his singular initial into the back of your thigh — his breath shuddering as he watched your crimson blood tickle down your already shaking leg.

“N-ngh! F-fuck yes y-yes!”

San threw the blade aside as you came over him, cursing as he sharply swatted your ass, sending your body into trembles. Fucking into you feverishly, getting drunk off your squeals and sobs. You loved this feeling of being used; having this deep need to give yourself over to this demon. A success for him.

His groans turned into feral, desperate grunts. Frantically pumping himself in and out of your drowned pussy, sending you into overstimulation. His orgasm peaked, head leaning back dreamily as his moans laced with your cries — his hot seed spewing over your walls, painting your crevices.

“Oh.. oh yes, fuck..”

The last thing you could feel was his pulsating length, only then for it to slide out. Leaving your pitiful hole gasping and leaking with the sinful fluids. The demon caught his breath, slicking his hair back, flocking the vines back to their origin.

“I hope you realize, you belong to me, y/n.”

His words weren’t threatening, but more of an honest, possessive statement. He had great intention in his tone. Your body was weak, limbs lifeless like jelly as you finally rested against the white coated, liquid drowsed blanket. San leant down with you, hands caressing over your tender curves, admiring his newly claimed property.

He fluttered gentle, wet kisses along your shoulder, and then to your neck — Cradling you in his large arms as you rested, completely fucked senseless. Although you had the lasting trace of this demon imprinted in your mind.

“I’ll be sure to visit you often, my angel.” ~

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crookedteethed · 10 months ago

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DEPRIVED barbarism (1)

Pairing: University!Coriolanus Snow x Mysterious!reader

Summary: Taking two incompatible oaths showed weakness, but that didn't add anything to the immorality of Coriolanus Snow.

WARNING: 18+ SlightyDark! Coriolanus, SlightMean!Coriolanus Dacryphilia, Smut (p in v), Mind-fucking kink, reader is referred to as an "abomination", Fem reader, mentions of violence, (Kinda) enemies to lovers trope, Ocs, bullying

Authors note: Originally I wanted this to be one post, but I just decided to split it into two parts so it won't be so long. Going to post the second part sometime this week. Enjoy the read! ily babes <3 💗

Word count: 1.7k

An abomination. That's what they referred to you as. That's what he referred to you as.

Coriolanus Snow was too proud of himself to admit that it hadn't been more than a joke, too self-conscious to let any of his peers get a sliver of who he was outside of university. Only the Grandma'am and Tigris got to see that part of him, the part of him that smiled and made attempts of sincerity (though that façade was shortly fleeting.).

After all, Coriolanus was the son of General Crassus Snow. He was to be the future President of Panem (Grandma'am and Tigris had told him such so many times that he was starting to believe that he might have a chance at presidency someday); Coriolanus didn't have time to be making jokes with his peers.

As much as Coriolanus liked daydreaming about being President someday, he knew dreaming was only for those who lacked control. For now, he was Coriolanus Snow, still the son of Crassus Snow, the tenth annual Hunger Games winner Snow. Coriolanus Snow, subject of Dr. Gaul.

Being Dr. Gaul's study subject introduced the two of you, albeit, He wasn't sure if you two were ever formally introduced in the beginning.

You just popped up one day in Dr. Gaul's laboratory, and after a week or two, Coriolanus deemed you a zit (this was before he deemed you an abomination). Zits shows up out of the blue and is hard to get rid them, and you don't want to pop it because it'll leave a blemish.

Coriolanus Was unsure if you were a student; the way you lingered around Dr. Gaul and the university made you seem like a ghost filled with dreaded longing.

Coriolanus thought, if she were a ghost, she doesn't know she was dead yet.

You weren't a ghost. Fennel Clearwillow, Coriolanus's occasional acquaintance, confirmed it.

Coriolanus was studying in the archives when Dr. Gaul approached him alongside her: you.

"Mr. Snow." Dr. Gaul greets. "Cramming your nose in a book during your substantial off day." She says, hands clasped behind her back and head held high. Dr. Gaul had this look on her face—like she knew something that you don't. At first, Coriolanus mistakes this look of all-knowing with the woman being out of her mind, but he would later conclude that Dr. Gaul is omniscient and a little omnipotent (and a little scary at times).

"Dr, nothing's the matter with a little weekend studying," Coriolanus said, making sure to flash his pearly whites.

You were there. Lingering behind the curve of Dr. Gaul's shoulder. So odd, yet compelling.

"While the rest of your peers are out partying, drinking themselves to a stupor." Dr. Gaul states.

You looked…clueless, Coriolanus thought.

"The rest of my peers are morons. They wouldn't know how to serve the Capital well if there was another rebellion."

It's like your brains had been sold separately or something.

The thought of another war breaking out terrified Coriolanus, but at least this time he knew how to aim and shoot.

This joke had been one of many self-deprecating ones. He earns a small smile from Dr. Gaul, which makes him feel pleased.

“Mr. Snow I want you to meet my…”

Latest creation? He thought.

Dr. Gaul was a psychotic mutation-obsessed woman. Coriolanus was no stranger to this. He’d seen the snakes of various colors, the rabbit mutts, and even those stupid, stupid Mockingjay, all done by the hands of Dr. Volumnia Gaul.

She’d already had a Frankenstein complex, messing with nature, so why not mutate humans next?

“My latest subject, Y/N Y/LN, alongside you, Y/N will also be studying under me.” Gaul said.

Hmmp.

Dr. Gaul nearly pushed you into Coriolanus. You stopped by the tiptoes before you collided with Coriolanus’s broad chest.

“Hello.” You say firmly.

Coriolanus nods, too occupied studying your face. He would never admit it, but Coriolanus was too stunned to speak. This was his first time seeing your face up close and not hiding behind Dr. Gaul’s wild hair or burning in some dark corridor.

Your skin hadn’t been muted with discoloration or any signs of stitching of other human body parts on you; you didn’t have that overall oddity most (if not all) Dr. Gaul’s mutation had.

If you had been created in a laboratory somewhere, Coriolanus was sure it had been an antique doll factory.

You were like a porcelain doll, like the ones Tigris had played with growing up, which she would later have to pawn off during the war for three cans of pinto beans and a jug of milk. Before they were pawned, Tigris didn’t let Coriolanus touch her porcelain dolls, scared he’d break them with that negligence only a child could get away with.

You extend your hand out, waiting for Coriolanus to accept and shake your palm, but he doesn’t. Coriolanus didn’t want to touch you. He was scared he’d put a scratch on you.

You extract your hand, the slight smirk on your face fading.

“It seems like Mr. Snow has already caught onto my intentions.” Dr. Gaul says. “You two will not be friends—Coriolanus, you know how much of a nuisance it is to have friends, don’t you? Especially in a competition.”

“Competition?” You and Coriolanus say simultaneously. Coriolanus felt a strange feeling brewing in the pit of his stomach at the smile that appeared on Dr. Gaul’s face.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to throw you two into the arena.” I wouldn’t put that past her, Coriolanus thought. “Just think of the opportunity you two students have compared to the rest of the student body.” Gaul said. “How bad does that make me look? It’ll look like I’m just inviting anybody into our little secret society.”

She was anybody.

You scoff.

"I must assume the winner gets a permanent spot in this 'little secret society' then." Coriolanus said.

The winner would be Coriolanus since he was here first, obviously.

Dr. Gaul begins to nod, but she cuts herself off. "That part has been undecided, Mr. Snow; until further notice, I want to see how the two of you work with each other."

Coriolanus concluded that Dr. Gaul must get off by watching the youth of Panem suffer.

"I want the both of you to write a 6-page essay about what the punishment shall be if there were to be a second rebellion. It seems like the districts haven't quite learned their lesson, what would we do to deprive their barbarism?"

Coriolanus's face dropped in realization.

"Thank you, Mr. Snow, for the idea." Dr. Gaul grins. Dr. Gaul watches the bewilderment on both of her prodigy's faces; she's pleased with herself. "The paper is due this Monday, so there's no time to stand there so boggled."

Before Volumnia Gaul leaves her two students to work, she says: "Two brilliant minds both wanting to study under one brilliant professor. This should be fun."

Coriolanus could feel her shit-eating grin gloating through the archives as Dr. Gaul left.

You were there again.

Looking so clueless.

The sight of you alone made Coriolanus's gut churn, but that bewildered look on your face gave him hope. This competition should be easy if you were as brainless as Coriolanus thought.

But…

If you were one of Dr. Gaul's mutated experiments, you indeed had an advantage. An advantage Coriolanus Snow lacked.

Though the "competition" hadn't been set in stone, Coriolanus couldn't afford to let you win.

Snow lands on top, Coriolanus affirmed, watching you from a distance as you roamed through the "Punishment in World History" section of the archives.

Snow always lands on top.

Two hours passed.

Two hours in which you and Coriolanus hadn’t spoken a word to one another. The only sound came from the flip of a page in your textbooks or your pens squabbling over your papers.

Coriolanus looked up at you occasionally. He wondered how you got your skin to look so soft. He wanted to touch you, just one poke.

She can’t be that bad, an unrecognizable voice in his head said; this was his morality speaking.

His thoughts meshed, creating one considerable thought of you and a second rebellion.

He wondered if you would survive in a second rebellion; surely you wouldn’t; you’d shatter. And Coriolanus would have to save you from those barbaric districts. Though he didn’t mind having to save you, the thought of you being some damsel in distress made him more pleased to be around you.

Coriolanus looked down at your paper. The two you decided to split the essay into three parts each. You’d been on your second page, going onto the third. Coriolanus had just decided what he wanted to put in the introductory paragraph.

For two hours, what had he been doing?

You noticed his hostile yet imploring stares; you didn’t let it bother you until the second quarter of the hour came around.

“Sir Stare-a-lot, if you want to win Gaul’s competition, this isn’t how you do it; I’m sure cheating is prohibited.” You said, eyes still on your paper, penned hand squibbing away.

Coriolanus scoffed like he would want to cheat off you. For the past two hours, you could've been writing nonsense onto your paper.

"Like I could even read your chicken scratch handwriting from here." He spat. This makes you smirk. You snatch his paper quickly, ignorant of Coriolanus's pleas to "Give it back!"

You scanned over his paper.

Two sentences. He had two sentences, and the first sentence was the initial question rephrased.

You laugh.

"More like you can't read at all." You say. "You'd been staring at your books for two hours and this, is all you come up with? A district can come up with something better than this."

Maybe it was your taunting laugh, your comparing his knowledge to someone as low as a district, or your control over him in the short time you two had been studying together that left Coriolanus Snow speechless.

He couldn't think straight with you being around. Coriolanus excelled greatly at coming up with exciting ways to punish the districts for their wrongdoings. Still, with you sitting across from him with exquisite facial features and flawless skin, his mind drew a blank.

Coriolanus needed to recuperate; he needed you out of the picture, and he needed to win.

Part 2

#the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #fem reader #tom blyth #part 1 #toppost

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spacehippieface · 3 months ago

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My Top 10 Merrie Melodies Cartoons

1. Transylvania 6-5000

2. Long-Haired Hare

3. The Abominable Snow Rabbit

4. Drip-Along Daffy

5. Duck Dodgers in the 24½th Century

6. Duck Amuck

7. Devil May Hare

8. Hyde and Go Tweet

9. The Scarlet Pumpernickel

10. Hare-Way to the Stars

#looney tunes #merrie melodies #bugs bunny #daffy duck #taz #sylvester and tweety #marvin the martian

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bucknastysbabe · 2 years ago

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hear me out: jon whimpers and whines during sex and he makes the cutest faces AND he has a heavy praise kink. Can you write something about him👀??

He’s such a bitch I just know it and NEED IT Jon would prob cum after calling him lord stark of winterfell in bed and cry about it later

Anyways I haven’t written about my fav thing ever inna while ✨~BJS~✨ Sorry for the wait, enjoy❤️

Ratings: Explicit

Tags: Jon snow x free folk!reader, twinky baby virgin Jon, oral(m!receiving), praise kink, he’s a noisy pup, she’s loving IT, soft soft soft, poor jon has so many issues from Catelyn

The crow who cried wilding

“What’s little lord crow doin’ about my tent?,” the free folk woman asked. Her friend, Talla laughed harshly, biting into some sinewy rabbit leg. She retorted, “You haven’t noticed him mooning over you at all?” The other woman grinning, sharpening her knife with a whetstone. Her eyes flickered up to meet the crow’s dark orbs.

His eyes flicked down and he darted away towards Mance’s encampment. She licked her lips, concocting a plan. Turning to Talla she hummed, “I bet he sounds as pretty as a songbird.” The elder guffawed, adding on, “For a tough lad, he’s about green as they come huh?”

She snickered at her friend, imagining the young Lord Commander sniveling and biting his pouty lips under her thighs.

Later on that night, she was retiring to her tent. The free folk, or so deemed wilding had enjoyed mead and merriment for the night. They had a long haul tomorrow— get away from the abominations up north. When the woman ducked to enter the fur lined tent a voice interrupted.

“E-excuse me my lady,” the crow, Jon, stuttered. You could almost pinch his cute cheeks. He stood, eyes averting your gaze, shifting his weight from foot to foot. The wildling chuckled, “I ain’t a lady, what’cha need Lord Crow?” Jon’s freshly shaved cheeks blushed up nicely, plump lips opening to say, “I’ve seen you around, you’re a wonderful spear wife. I wanted to get to know you.”

Putting a hand on your hip, she amusedly smiled and gave the shy lad her name. He stammered, “T-that’s pretty!” Cocking her head she stated, “Well, did you come here to recruit me or get your cock wet? I don’t have all night!” Jon made a soft noise, gloved hand drawing tight on that strange sword. He seemed to be fighting in his head.

In a softer tone she added, “Yer’ not a true free folk if you haven’t broken alllll of the vows. C’mon I’ll be easy, (my lord).” The crow nodded and darted inside, like he was hiding a big secret. Must be a kneeler thing, so devout to their rules and the idea of loyalty. She smiled at his red cheeks, admiring the way he gently put the sword aside and clasped his hands, dark orbs watching the woman intensely.

She pulled off her copious amounts of furs, baring skin in the dark tent. Jon’s breath hitched, his leathers squeaking softly. The wildling purred, “Yer’ a pretty one for a crow. Not one of those old grizzled ones or plump third sons,” she crawled towards the man, “Better lips than most maids.”

The dark haired man whimpered softly, letting her take off his inky cloak. She cooed more praises, making his blood heat up in a way he had never felt. When she shucked down his breeches Jon moaned, “I-I’ve never.” He could see her teeth glinting in the lowlight as she chuckled, “I know sweet lord. Don’t worry about a thing. Jus’ testing the ice.”

He murmured breathlessly, “You’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you, precious.”

Jon felt too hot again, her praises making his cock throb like crazy in the chilly air. He craved the compliments, made that aching hole created from his past tamp down. The spear maid wrapped a tough hand around his cock, pumping the strained flesh. Jon let out an agonized moan, biting down on his lip to be quiet.

She teased, “Can’t have anyone hear the Lord Crow crying like a bitch huh? S’okay we don’t care.”

She slid a thumb over his weeping tip, pressing her wind-bitten lips to his plump ones. Jon whined in his nose, opening up to her insistent pressure. Their mouths smacked together, Jon’s pathetic noises intermingling with her raspy sighs. He lapped at her tongue tentatively, beginning to pant from excitement. She returned the favor, allowing the kiss to get sloppier, wetter, messier.

He moaned into her heated embrace, soft lips already swelling from the pressure and her maddening little nips. Jon warbled her name when the wildling asked, “Ye’ ever got yer’ cock sucked, pretty little crow?” He shook his head dramatically, dark curls bouncing with the movement. She smiled and thumbed at the scars across his eyes, purring, “Yer in for some fun. I bet you cry pretty.”

Jon spasmed under her touch, begging with needy kisses and the subtle spread of his milky thighs. The bastard whined at the loss of her kisses, but quickly returned to ecstasy as she laid lush kisses down the hard, scarred lines of his body. One of her hands maddeningly stroked at the soft skin on Jon’s inner thighs.

She groaned lowly, lapping a fat stripe up Jon’s cock and continuing to dig into his weepy slit. Jon fell back like a chopped ironwood, calloused fingers digging into her crazy hair. He sucked in a breath, exhaling with the most wanton whine.

Pulling back slowly, she cooed, “Yess, that’s it baby crow, just let me take care of ye.”

She moved back to bob on his throbbing length, hollowing her cheeks and stroking the rest. The tent filled with lewd slurping, making the tips of Jon’s even flush up. He held back from shoving himself down the wildling’s throat, instead writhing in place. Jon rambled, “Others take me- s’good. You’re s’good.”

The spearmaid smiled around him, slurping up excess spit and suckling on the fat tip. The hand stroking him swirled right underneath the tip, making the Lord Commander shake and mewl. His brows were pinched, plump bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Jon knew he was getting close, body trembling and singing with pleasure. His lower belly was tight and getting tighter.

She pulled back again for a breath, breathlessly sighing, “Oh my sweet crow, I’m stealing you away fer’ myself. Can’t have such a pretty maid unprotected like this. All mine, boy.” Jon babbled, “Yes, yesyes, let me be yours! I’ll be good to you!” She hummed against his twitching cock, hot breath fanning out, “I know you will. Sweetie.”

When her perfect mouth enveloped Jon again he arched into the touch, whining even louder,

praising the woman in a broken crack. His thighs twitched, cock pulsed. When her lithe fingers pulled at Jon’s heavy balls he came apart with a elongated shout of her name. She pulled off and jacked his hot spend onto her belly, praising Jon again. She cooed, “There we go, got ye all relaxed huh? My baby is always gonna feel good.”

Jon whimpered, blinking away tears. He warbled, “You will always have me?” The wilding whispered with a gentle kiss, “Always sweet crow.” She wiped away his spend carefully, smiling and leaving more praises and pet names. Jon floated happily, sighing in pleasure, clinging to the powerful woman.

#jon snow x reader #got fanfiction #wilding reader #jon snow x you #asks answered

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that-rackin-frackin-varmint · 9 months ago

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Omg can I talk about the 10th issue?

I just love how bugs cares for daffy

Funny you mention this, I got a commentary post on this comic queued up in a few hours^^

This one is very cute, Bugs' disposition here is very reminiscent of The Abominable Snow rabbit and The Million Hare. I think a lot about the versatile behaviour Bugs displays in how he treats Daffy throughout media. Sometimes he's so attentive and protective, other times he is way too eager to watch Daffy get humiliated/hurt.

That moment where Bugs asks Daffy if they're coming too low as he's about to crash is so silly. Bugs and vehicles are a dangerous combination.

#melon asks❓#looney tunes #looney tunes comics #looney tunes lore #bugs bunny #daffy duck #baffy void

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floatingcamel23 · 9 months ago

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categorizing mobs

hello travelers. are you to gain knowledge on mobs? well your in luck. this post will categorize mobs on what they are, how they look and there purpose. it will add mobs that were scrapped, spin off games, lets jump in shall we? the first category is the simplest. these are the undead. creatures that burn in the sun with rotting flesh or no flesh at all! some have abilities like hunger and poison! the following are these. undead: zombie, husk, drowned, lobber, bouldering skeleton, wither skeleton, bogged, wither, mossy skeleton, stray, frozen zombie, jungle zombie, wraith, phantom, red phantom (pet mob in minecraft dungeons), zombie piglin/pigman, armoured zombie/skeleton, zoglin, zombie pig (pet in minecraft duongeons), giant, zombie horse, skeleton horse, vex, necromancer, sunken skeleton, tower wraiths, vanguard, zombie villagers, bone spiders, skeleton wolf, skeleton horse traps, zombie rabbits, nameless one, wretched wraith and finally the wither storm (?).

some of you might ask why the wither storm is on the list. it is a command block corrupted version of the wither. therefore, undead.

next one has a wild range of mobs. known to be the main villains in the game and have been the center of theorization and fanart, i give you, the illagers. these lovable gray psychos inhabit the world and raid villages. plundering and thievery are there main skills. whats interesting is that some are known to have powers. lets take a look.

illagers: vindicator, pillager, evoker, witch, ravager, illusioner, iceologer/chilliger, tower keeper, guildsmith, powersmith, uniquesmith, enchanter, geomancer, mountaineer, rampart captain, pillager captain, royal guard, tower guard, vindicator chef, wind caller, pillager/vindicator raid captain, giant royal guard, warrior, giant royal guard, mage, arch illager and finally the viler witch.

this category is one of the famous ones. creatures that will help in battle and more. presenting, the golems! (yay!) this category consists of mobs that can be made or summoned. magically and manually.

golems: iron golem, snow golem, love golem, wither, wither storm, copper golem, tuff golem, agent, glowing abomination, jungle abomination, glowing ministrosity, mini abomination, redstone ministrosity, squall golem, redstone cube, corrupted cauldron, redstone monstrosity, redstone golem, tempest golem, mooshroom monstrosity, obsidian monstrosity, jack o lantern (unused minecraft doungeons mob) , mob of me (minecraft earth), furnace golem, melon golem, cobblestone golem, grindstone golem, stone ministrosity, mossy golem, plank golem, first of brick, first of oak, first of diorite, first of stone, key golems, (from now on it will be the minecraft story mode golems) golem in a box, icy golem, magma golem, prison golem, prismarine soldier, larger icy golem, giant magma golem and prismarine collosus

the last one does not have a name yet. lets call this category the sprite/spirit category. some may be undead and others living. its a mixed bag.

sprites and spirits: allay, vex, blaze, breeze, glare, wisp, guardian vex, soul wizards, wraith, wretched wraith, wildfire, build and gather allays.

ok heres a bonus one. a very small category that has one mob only. introducing, the sculkoids.

sculkoids: warden. thats it. this is part 1 of me categorizing mobs. next one will be: animals (uh oh. a lot of them-) insects (cool) and finally, amphibians! (AMPHIBIA VIBES GIVE US SEASON 4 MATT BRALY-)

if you have a suggestion for a theory, feel free to type it in the comments and i will make a post abt it! camel out!

#minecraft theory #minecraft lore #tedious amounts of visits to the fandoms and data bases of minecraft lol-

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termiteterraceclub · 6 months ago

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Termite Terrace Club - May 20th

Happy Birthday to Sniffles and Leon Schlesinger.

1939 - Naughty But Mice - Dir. Chuck Jones

1944 - Russian Rhapsody - Dir. Bob Clampett

1950 - His Bitter Half - Dir. Friz Freleng

1961 - The Abominable Snow Rabbit - Dir. Chuck Jones

#looney tunes #looneytwt #wb #warner bros #bugs bunny #daffy duck #sniffles

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n-tcat · 6 months ago

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-tropic masterlist

Pt: -tropic masterlist /end pt

Under cut because this is ridiculously long, links to the posts aren't included due to the link limit. This is mostly intended for coiners to check if a term already exists, feel free to send an ask if you want a specific term - last updated August 14th, 2024 - tagging @tropicarchive

Absurdly sharp claws

Academic alpha bitch

A dog named cat

A dog named dog

Alas, poor villain

All for nothing

Always murder

Americans are cowboys

Ambiguous innocence

Ambition is evil

And that's terrible

Angelic abomination

Angelic beauty

Apocalypse anarchy

Apocalyptic Log

Ascended glitch

Ascended to carnivorism

Asshole victim

Auto-cannibalism

Ax-crazy

Awesomeness is a force

Badass adorable

Badass longcoat

Bad powers, good people

Battleaxe nurse

Battle Butler

Beauty to beast

Becoming the mask

Beneath the mask

Beware the nice ones

Big bad friend

Big brother bully

Big brother instinct

Big eater

Bitch in sheeps clothing

Border patrol

Bizzare alien sexes

Bizzaro universe

Black bug room

Blatant lies

Boss subtitles

Breath attack

Bunny-ears lawyer

Bury your gays

Butterfly of transformation

Camera fiend

Carnivore confusion

Chain-link fence

Cheery pink

Cherry blossom girl

Childhood friend

Childhood friend romance

Chosen one

Cloudcuckoolander's minder

Cold blooded torture

Companion cube

Control freak

Cooldown hug

Cool mask

Cool shades

Cool teacher

Cruel and unusual death

Cthulhumanoid

Cuckoo nest

Cumbersome claws

Cute little fangs

Cute and psycho

Cute kitten

Cute mute

Cuteness proximity

Ditzy genius

Digital abomination

Dispair event horizon

Dissonant laughter

Dissonant serenity

Dumb blonde

Empty shell

Evil counterpart

Eviler than thou

Evil diva

Evil gloating

Evil is petty

Evil laugh

Evil plan

Face-heel turn

Fallout shelter fail

Fangs are evil

Fashionable asymmetry

Faux affably evil

Flash of pain

Friendly enemy

Four eyes, zero soul

Gas mask mooks

Genki girl

Giggling villain

Girl of my dreams

Girly bruiser

Giving someone the pointer finger

Gun nut

Going for the big scoop

Great white feline

Gun twirling

Hate sink

Holy is not safe

Heart beat-down

Heroic bsod

Humanoid abomination

I am a humanitarian

Icarus illusion

I did what I had to do

If it bleeds, it leads

I just want to be normal

I just want to be special

I lied

Infinite

Immoral journalist

I'm not here to make friends

In love with your carnage

Innocent blue eyes

Intrepid reporter

Invisible to normals

It's all about me

Jade-Colored Glasses

Jerkass

Jerk jock

Just a machine

Kensington Gore

Knight in sour armor

Knight templar big brother

Killer rabbit

Killer robot

Kill tally

Lack of empathy

Laughing mad

Lets meet the meat

Living doll collector

Living emotional crutch

Lonely doll girl

Lonely piano piece

Loss of identity

Loony fan

Love makes you evil

Love makes you crazy

Mad love

Malevolent masked men

Manic Pixie Dream Girl

Medium-shift gag

Monster fangirl

Mentally unwell, special senses

Mirror universe

Monster mouth

More teeth than the osmond family

Multiple-choice past

Mysterious watcher

Murder is the best solution

My god, what have I done

Name that unfolds like lotus blossom

Nightmare fetishist

Nightmare fuel

Nightmare fuel coloring book

Not evil, just misunderstood

Noble demon

Not!

Obviously evil

Outlaw

Outlaw couple

Perky Female Minion

Panthera awesome

Pink heroine

Pocket Dimension

Poorly chosen one

Post apocalyptic gas mask

Pragmatic Pansexuality

Price on their head

Pretty princess powerhouse

Pre-violence laughter

Punished for sympathy

Psychopathic manchild

Purple prose

Put the laughter in slaughter

Psycho pink

Psycho supporter

Quick Draw

Radiation-induced superpowers

Radio voice

Reality warper

Red and black and evil all over

Red right hand

Replacement goldfish

Ridiculously human robot

Ripped from the headlines

Rock me, asmodeus!

Rose-haired sweetie

Scary shiny glasses

Sealed evil in a teddy bear

Shmuck bait

Secret-identity identity

Serious business

Showdown at high noon

Silk hiding steel

Small girl, big gun

Sinister shades

Snow means death

Snow means love

Smug snake

Stalker with a crush

Stepford smiler

Sunglasses at night

Super-fun happy thing of doom

Tarot motifs

Teen idol

The caretaker

The faceless

The gunslinger

"The reason you suck" speech

The stoic

The tragic rose

The voice

Then let me be evil

There is no kill like overkill

Third-person person

Trans Equals Hypersexual

Through the eyes of madness

Tragic ice character

Trashy true crime

Tropical island adventure

Truth in television

Unholy matrimony

*Twang* hello

Uncanny Valley

Undercover as lovers

Unstoppable rage

Uptight loves wild

Villain song

Vile villain, laughable lackey

Villain ball magnet

Villain with good publicity

Wanted poster

Visions of another self

We can rule together

Went crazy when they left

White and red and eerie all over

White mask of doom

Wight in a wedding dress

Wild west

Zen survivor

Zipping up the body bag

#🩸 → posts #actually mogai #anti rq #mogai #mogai coining #mogai friendly #-tropic #-tropic gender #mogai safe #mogai masterlist #masterlist #long post

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mistfunk · 2 years ago

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Mistigram: this #teletext portrait of #HugoTheAbominableSnowman, from the 1961 Warner Bros. short cartoon "The Abominable Snow Rabbit", was drawn by @horsenburger and included in the MIST1216 artpack collection released six years ago this month.

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disney-is-mylife · 5 months ago

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This has been such a fascinating poll! I loved reading everyone's tags and comments, it was enlightening, to say the least.

A few notes of some of the more common "other" options people mentioned:

Snow White running through the forest. Oddly, despite being a VERY sensitive child and watching that movie over and over at the tender age of 4 years old, that scene did not frighten me as much as the Evil Queen's transformation (there is literally an old photo of me hiding behind the wall, peeking around the corner for the transformation scene to be over). When it came to the forest, I think it was because lil me would dress up as Snow White and "run with her." It was almost like.... an act of solidarity or something???

Pinocchio's Pleasure Island sequence. As an adult, I 10000% agree it is one of the darkest scenes Disney has EVER produced and it gives me chills every single rewatch. But..... for some unfathomable reason, it didn't really spook me as a child??? Perhaps it was simply because I didn't understand the horrific implications, or maybe I found it more "weird" than "terrifying." Monstro, on the other hand, was an Eldritch abomination that swallows WHOLE ASS SHIPS and holds a grudge! Monstro was an easier terror to comprehend; the boys turning into donkeys didn't click until I was older...

Pink Elephants from Dumbo, Alice in Wonderland, and Heffalumps and Woozles from Winnie-the-Pooh all delighted and weirded me out in a pleasant, funny way. Idk the sequences are just so colorful, bouncy, and bizarre, I just didn't???? get scared???? But I also think that "home environment" plays a factor into this: my older siblings would laugh at and mimic the Pink Elephants, so I didn't see them as harmful. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

In hindsight, the Bear from The Fox and the Hound and Fidget from The Great Mouse Detective are definitely honorable mentions from my childhood. But they didn't "stick" with me the way the other options had.... The former because I was slightly older (10-11 years old), the latter because they were "one and done" split second scenes, and my siblings would reassure me it had passed and I was too invested in the story to hide away for long lol

Despite what I originally wrote when I posted this poll, upon further reflection, I don't think I actually watched The Black Cauldron until I was an older kid. Maybe 10-11 or so...? And because of that, I was able to stomach the terrifying imagery a lot better lol

And yet, 5 year old me DID worship the hell out of Hunchback of Notre Dame! To me, it wasn't scary at all, but a compelling dramatic story of Quasimodo finding his place among the people and Esmeralda demanding justice for her people and outcasts of society. Something about that story lodged itself into my brain and influenced me for years to come.... I remember being glued to my seat every time we played the VHS tape, utterly mesmerized by the film. And even at a very young age, the ending with the child embracing Quasimodo touched my soul in ways I cannot explain.

As for the infamous "traumatic death" scenes of Bambi's mom and Mufasa..... those were more "sad" and "emotionally intense," where I would be invested in the moment and cry in the aftermath, but be so emotionally involved in the story, I had to keep watching! Sad scenes never frightened me away; only the terrifying monsters did.

As for infamous other terrifying scenes: I did not watch Who Framed Roger Rabbit or Nightmare Before Christmas until my senior year of high school, and I still only remember the sequels compared to The Brave Little Toaster. And Don Bluth films didn't really spook me cuz outside of Anastasia and All Dogs Go to Heaven, I didn't properly watch any of them until middle school and high school lol XD

This is by far my favorite poll! I think I really tapped into the niche "Childhood Millennial Trauma" lmao

Thanks for all the feedback and votes, y'all! It's been fun! ❤

5-year-old me: *could watch Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Black Cauldron, The Great Mouse Detective without flinching or hiding*

Also 5-year-old me: *freaked the fuck out over Hercules nearly dying*

This is a very specific poll lol, but I'm curious if any of my Traumatized Scenes is shared by anyone else on Tumblr. Happy voting! ❤

#reblogging my stuff #Starling Polls #Disney Polls #final poll result #1k+ votes #1k notes

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EARTHKILL 2098: Obsidian Sky

Which way did she go?

Pesky girl

Hollywood Blvd down by the peep show

She is a character

Starring in: The Whole Year Inn

Stop. Rewind. Repeat track. Complicated scenario, and finally, Playback.

Don’t fight the fire these bridges are burning, strait off the axels hoping means learning. Tried as a bastard my shoes were not glued. I traveled this world, I saved them, I love you. Piss on me open, to hell from the grave. Takes one to know one, a bittersweet tune. Beaten with bricks and bottles, abused.

Classless Motherfucker, Choking hard, dragging cock. I live the way I wanna, better look at where you’re at. I’m in a different state of mind, can’t tell between good and bad.

Catching crazy, rattle and fuck.

Out of control, driving drunk

Serious question: What did I do for this?

I’m an abomination, living abortion

Eating shit drenched in piss

Mama only fucking tried to warn me

Cos they was coming in the back door on me

Free stay at the Overlook

Smoking a blunt

Not giving a shit or even

1, 2, or 3 fucks

The time we got is short

Everyone should look & listen now

Understanding is required

Don’t leave your money on the table

Hail Hail Rock n Roll

Dirty Ninjas ramen bowl

Take me down a rabbit hole

That I ain’t been down before

I’m in the distance

I’m fucking nuts

Pretty sure that

I’ve been here before

Falling crystals

Like the ash fall on doomsday

If the snow don’t stop we’ll never get to Bombay

The airline decides where I sit

I pay the fee and don’t complain

I got the aisle seat again the whole damn way

Asleep in the wheelhouse

Alive and on drugs

Kissed by an angel

Drown by mouth hugs

A one sided story

Comes available pain

The cost of your hindsight

The freeist cocaine

Only one headlight and

None on the porch

Dark as all fuck

Down on around the corner

I thought it was dark blue

But it’s blacker than pitch

Unforgiving no siding dramatic

Son of a bit

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that-rackin-frackin-varmint · 11 months ago

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#6— 07/24/2022 4:26 PM

I feel like I’ve said this before at some point, but Daffy trying to get Bugs to say “You’re my hero” paired with “No one will ever know” really convinces me that deep down he still does retain his admiration of Bugs since his hero-worship days.

And that he wanted Bugs’ validation specifically. In spite of his long documented envy towards him.

He didn’t need Bugs to announce it to the whole world. He just wanted Bugs’ praise for himself. It was a rare fleeting moment of desire beyond his narcissism.

Bugs wouldn’t give it to him because he knew they were being filmed in meta.

Present day thoughts:

Ew meta logic being applied to Bugs' motives??? In the year of our lord and savior, 2024???

Okay, nitpicking on myself here-- Bugs doesn't let Daffy dwell on the implications of his (Bugs') actions. NOT because he doesn't want audiences to witness him being nice to Daffy. Let me explain.

Bugs is an 'acts of services' fella, AND a prideful asshole. This is accentuated with his dynamic with Daffy.

Knowing that BiA is very much inspired by Chuck Jones' versions of the characters: In BiA, Bugs is much less of the visibly amicable rabbit from The Abominable Snow Rabbit, and more the snarky, half-lidded smart aleck from the Hunting Trilogy. Though, the snark to heart ratio is a little tilted in BiA...

BiA Bugs doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve at all. So, to utter the words "You're my hero" to Daffy aloud would be the equivalent of saying "I adore you" which would sacrifice a lot of the emotional precarity Bugs has leveraged against him.

Tldr; Daffy wants to be wanted, but this iteration of Bugs is too pompous/uncomfortable with sincerity to meet Daffy halfway.

#melon ramble🍉#looney tunes #bugs bunny #daffy duck #looney tunes lore #looney tunes back in action #baffy void

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termiteterraceclub · 2 years ago

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Termite Terrace Club - May 20th

Honoring Leon Schlesinger. Happy Birthday Sniffles.

1939 - Naughty But Mice - Dir. Chuck Jones

1944 - Russian Rhapsody - Dir. Bob Clampett

1950 - His Bitter Half - Dir. Friz Freleng

1961 - The Abominable Snow Rabbit - Dir. Chuck Jones

#looney tunes #looneytwt #wb100 #wb #warner bros #bugs bunny #daffy duck #sniffles the mouse #sniffles

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yandere-writer-momo · 1 year ago

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I have exceeded the link limit on the original pinned post (because I’m a baller)

So enjoy more links to my shitty fanfictions!

Original Work:

My Purpose (Clone)

Sedulous Desire (Lesbian Orc) 🏳️‍🌈🌶️

Ángel (Serial Killer)

Split Personality (Yandere Reader)

Worship (Forgotten God)

Heroes and Villains (Harem) 2019

A Brewing Storm (Selkie)

Pinky Promise (ii) (Love Triangle) 🏳️‍🌈

Loved By Death (Grim Reaper)

Meet Your Match (Gameshow Host)

An Eternity (Elf x Ghost)

The Cure (Doctor)

You Are My Sunshine (Cowboy/ Sheriff)

Hold Onto Me (Sheriff) 🌶️

Doomed From the Start (Doomed Yuri)

Acceptance (Monster Prince)

Mommy (Prequel) (Single Father)

Mommy (Single Father)

Look My Way (Bodyguard vs Antifan)

Romantic Homicide (Hitman)

The Tooth Fairy (Prequel) (Serial Killer)

Predator and Prey (Beast Harem)

A Mermaid’s Lure (Fisherman x Mermaid) 🌶️

The Husband Swap (Shapeshifter) 🌶️

The Guard Dog (Lesbian Vampire) 🌶️🏳️‍🌈

Defying Destiny (Hero vs Demon Lord)

Defying Destiny 2 (Hero vs Demon Lord)

Build-a-Yandere (Android) 🌶️

Limerence (Prequel) (Childhood friend/ Rebel)

For Those Who Wait (Hair stylist) 🏳️‍🌈

Sacrificial Bride (Dragon)

The Hands That Hold You (Harem) 🏳️‍🌈🌶️

Play Pretend (Ex Stalker)

Hell Fire (Priest)

Knight in Shining Armor (Orc Knight)

Your Admirer (Middle Aged Coworker)

Love After Death (Skeleton)

A Confession to Make (Florist)

A Dragon’s Treasure (Dragon) 🏳️‍🌈

Your Only Option (Otome Game Character)

A Friendship Forever (Platonic Unicorn)