#tooth lures a fang

[jaredisnothere]

Oh hey I went and made a music festival.

August 31 in Newport, KY at The Southgate House Revival.

MidWest Friends Fest 2024, for tickets, band info, and more: www.midwestfriendsfest.com

Spotify playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0945wn7wqyIlRoXYEskUEf

Come make some new friends.

[itsbrucey]

Selkie Ron in my brain again but that makes me think of KELPIE WILLY. LIKE. GUYS SEE THE VISION!

[freedomfireflies]

Bite Me*

Summary: Part of Halloween Kinktober, Freaky Fun

The one where your boyfriend, Harry, is a vampire.

And you wish you could feel what he felt.

Word Count: 3.2k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*

“Easy…easy, sweet dove. Need to relax for me. Can smell how nervous you are. Take a deep breath, hm?”

Shaky fingers gather in front of your stomach as you nod nervously. Staring up at your boyfriend with anticipation and remorse. “Sorry, I just…I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Nothing,” he says quickly, reaching up to brush some hair behind your ear. “There is nothing wrong with you, darling. It’s chemical. You’re meant to feel nervous around me. It’s nature’s design. To keep you safe.”

You nod again, catching a glimmer of light from the sharp tooth peeking out from behind his lip. “I know, I just…I wish it would stop. I wish we could just be, you know? Without me being so…”

He studies you for a moment, a look of adoration on his face as he hums again and cups your cheek. “I know.”

You nestle into his touch rather contently before he begins to smile, now dipping down to nudge his nose with yours. 

“If you want…I can make the bad feeling go away,” he whispers with a slight purr. “Can make it all better again.”

Hopeful, your lashes flutter. “Really?”

He nods once. “Mhm. Just wanna help you, dove. Want you to feel good.”

And now you understand what he means, the thought sending a spark down to your toes. It’s rare he feeds from you. After all, he considers the act to be degrading and disrespectful. He only ever feeds from animals or blood bags unless you’ve specifically asked.

But the truth is, you love when he feeds from you. For a plethora of reasons, one of which being the overwhelming sense of need and dependance on him that follows. Or the way his eyes grow darker and his entire demeanor changes. How much stronger he becomes feeding on human blood, specifically the blood of someone he loves.

But another reason lies with his fangs. The venom that becomes injected into your bloodstream, forcing you to feel whatever emotion or desire he feels. 

It’s a trick used to lure and calm his prey into submission while he feeds, but you find another use for it. Because if he’s filled with serenity or anger or lust…you feel it, too. You feel him. Only him.

And it’s your absolute favorite feeling in the world.

His other hand now reaches for your neck, fingers gently tapping the sides of your throat. “Just say the word, darling. And I’ll give you anything you want.”

You feel your chest deflate, all the air evaporating from your lungs as he slowly urges you back against the wall. Bracing you there as he awaits your decision.

He knows what you want. And he knows that you’d tell him otherwise. 

Your fingers tangle in the dark shirt on his chest, desperate to keep him near you. “Do it. Please.”

He tilts your head back, letting his lip curl up until his fang is revealed. “Are you sure, my dove?”

Another fervent nod. “Yes. Please, Har…please, need to feel it. Need to feel you.”

He leans closer, letting the tips of his sharp teeth graze over the sensitive skin of your throat. Right above your pulse point. “Gotta be really sure, darling. Don’t want to hurt you. Or lose control.”

“You won’t,” you exhale, feeling more confident than you sound. “Know you won’t.”

Truth be told, you wouldn’t mind if he did. Even in his darkest moments, he remains your fiercest protector. Never allowing anyone to hurt you.

Not even himself.

You feel him breathe against your neck, perhaps preparing himself for what he’s about to do. Or maybe he’s indulging in your smell. Reveling in the realization of what he’s about to do. What he’s about to taste.

Then, almost as if overcome with a surge of confidence, he bites down – hard. Enough to break the skin and allow his venom to travel into your system.

It’s instantaneous, the feeling. The way your muscles dissolve into jelly, the way your mind fills with a certain haze, and the way your stomach begins to coil.

It’s overwhelming, but it’s him. And you whimper as his other hand falls to your hip to keep you steady, making sure you remain upright and in his arms.

He waits a moment or two to make sure the venom has taken effect before he slowly retracts his fangs and pulls away. You know if he’d punctured you any deeper or kept the sharp teeth inside of you any longer, the taste of your blood would have driven him mad. Tempting him beyond reason until he began to lose control.

But he knows his limits by now. Knows exactly how far he can push himself around you, and you admire him for it.

Your legs shake as you slump against the wall, held up by his grip as he studies you carefully. Looking for signs of remorse or panic.

He’s learned a trick for sucking a majority of the poison out of your system – if it were to come to that. And while it’s tricky and tedious, you know he’d do it in a heartbeat if he felt you were in danger or if you regretted your choice.

Instead, you simply smile at him, and nod languidly. “M’good, Har,” you assure him. “M’so good.”

He seems to exhale a grateful breath, thumb stroking your cheek gently as he now glances over your wound. “I need to clean it—"

“No,” you whimper, keeping him close. “Not yet. Don’t go yet.”

He chuckles, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk. “All right, dove. I’m here. How do you feel, hm? You feel calm yet?”

You nod again before your lashes flutter. “Yeah. Calm, and…and happy, I think?”

He hums. “I imagine. You do make me happy.”

“It’s strange, though,” you admit, brows furrowing in thought. “Feels…heightened. Or more potent. There’s this…this yearning. This need for something.”

He regards you for a moment more. Curious and seemingly amused by your confusion before suddenly, your eyes snap to his.

You suck in a sharp inhale – something akin to a gasp. “Are you…are you horny?”

You expect his surprise, but all you find is smug fascination. “Well,” he begins slowly, letting his knuckles graze delicately beneath your jaw, “the term horny is a little juvenile. And it could never even begin to describe what I feel for you.”

He steps closer, lips ghosting just above yours while you feel your breath hitch.

“But…yes,” he whispers, glancing down at your mouth with a smile. “I suppose I am. Can’t exactly help it, darling, can I? When you look…and taste…and smell so goddamn divine.”

Another whimper bleeds from your throat as he begins to guide you away from the wall and toward the bed just to the left of you.

“Tell me…how does it feel, dove, hm?” he murmurs, touch strong yet determined. “Do you feel me? Feel how much I need you?”

This nod is quick and zealous. Because you do. It’s all you feel. This desire to have – to take and ruin. In the best possible way. It’s a similar sensation to the lust you already feel for him. Your hunger to explore the dangerous but loving man you call your own.

“Yeah?” He’s grinning like a mad man at the way you so quickly fall apart. “Can I tell you a secret, darling?” 

You whimper pitfully as you gaze up at him.

Lowering his voice, he tightens his grip. “When I’m with you…I always feel like this.”

With that, he nudges you down to sit on the mattress before surging forward to press his lips to yours. Kissing you so hard, you feel dizzy. It’s perfection. Like quenching a burning flame. Like taking that first drink of water on a hot day. Fixing a desperate need – succumbing to a craving. 

And it feels as though this kiss fixes every one of your problems. Because it does – he does. Breaks you and puts you back together again all in the same moment. It’s almost addicting. You feel insatiable, hands disappearing into his curls as you yank him down until his chest is flush with yours.

The two of you roll and writhe around on the bed for a minute or two before he leans back to offer you air. He knows you won’t take a moment to breathe otherwise, and his smug smirk merely worsens the ache between your thighs.

“Not so nervous now, hm?” he muses.

You hook your leg around his hip and attempt to grind yourself against his thigh. “Please…”

“Please what, dove?” He presses his lips to the base of your throat, trailing them down your sternum and toward your chest. “What’s it feel like, what do you need?”

But you don’t have any answer for him. Instead, all you can do is stare at the stunningly generous man as he works his way down your body. As he unbuttons your shirt and kisses over the swell of your breast. 

The stain of your blood from his lips smears across your nipple before he takes it into his mouth. Sucking and licking at the tender skin while he kneads the other one in his palm.

You arch from the mattress, desperate to disappear into his strong frame while he chuckles darkly and allows his fangs to reemerge. 

He uses them sparingly – not as a weapon but as a toy. A tool in the game of your lust.

The sharp edge pricks your skin, enough to make you gasp his name and tug on him harder. He smiles a bit bigger and carries on with his quest. Moving down your stomach and toward the waistband of your pants.

Cold, nimble fingers pop the buttons free and tug the fabric down your legs. Revealing your trembling thighs to his hungry gaze. He looks at you like you’ve been served to him on a platter. But not in the way another vampire might.

No, Harry’s look of mesmeric adoration lies in the idea of your body. In the warmth of your cunt and the soft skin of your legs. In the way you draw him in, the way you hold him, clench around him.

It’s hard for him to feel most things these days. 

But he always feels you.

He settles his body near your ankles, providing him the right angle and amount of space to spread you open and study you.

His thumb reaches for you. Pushes into your clit before dragging down between your folds as you gasp.

His expression reveals nothing. No inkling as to what he’s thinking but you know his mind is running wild with ideas.

He finds your soaked little hole, circling it once before dragging the wet substance back up and through. 

“Shh,” he coos, taming your desolate cries. “It’s okay, dove. I’ve got you.”

“Har,” you whimper, fingers itching to reach for him as he settles onto his stomach. “Please…”

You can see the reflection of light on his fangs. The way they extend past his red, swollen lips and ghost above your skin.

He nips at your hip a time or two – a slight sting that dissolves into something excruciatingly pleasurable – before he dances his mouth down. Torturing you with what’s to come instead of simply giving it to you.

“You smell divine, darling,” he purrs, groaning deep within the back of his throat. “Just might kill me again.”

You’d laugh if you had the strength, instead peering down your body at him with a desperate need. “H, I need…need—”

“Need me, hm?” He exhales a gentle breath across your clit and it’s so very cold. But it makes you jump, a new wave of arousal seeming to soak the sheets beneath. “Need me to make it better, yeah?”

You nod swiftly. “Yes…yeah. Hurts, Har.”

“Hurts?” he repeats with faux sympathy. “Oh, dove. Bet it does. Bet it’s all achy.”

Your head moves on its own accord, and you feel your stomach quiver when his cool hands curl around your thighs, keeping them spread.

“I imagine,” he whispers, returning his eyes to your pussy. “Cause I know how much it aches for me.”

He dives in, tongue lapping at your warmth and wetness without mercy as you cling to the sheets and arch from the bed.

His arms fold over your hips, keeping you pressed down and pliable to his intentions as he begins. Licking, sucking, and nibbling at certain spots – but never the spot you need him most.

The tantalizing edge of his fang grazes your soft, sensitive cunt. Sometimes harder, sometimes softer. But always impatient, desperate to feel you anyway he can.

Truth be told, you suppose he enjoys feeding on you this way just as much. In fact, this is what he claims is his nourishment whenever he’s feeling weak and unwell. One taste of your pussy and he’s a changed man.

He has you every day. Makes sure you’re at his beck and call – which you already are, anyway. 

If he’s working, if he’s cooking, if he’s reading. He merely gives you a look and calls you by that familiarly loving nickname, and next thing you know, you’re sitting on his face.

The stretch of your muscles is almost distracting, but not nearly as distracting as his groans of pleasure. The way he curses to himself as he swallows you down. Nudging at your cunt with his mouth like you’re the best meal he’s ever had.

And then…those perfect lips find your clit. He sucks, and moans, and you cry out his name. Grasping onto his hair in a futile attempt at stability and more.

He lets you tug him closer. You imagine – if he were still alive – he’d be suffocated by your pussy. Which…he’d probably enjoy.

As it is, he continues his ministrations almost mercilessly while you squirm beneath him and attempt to buck up against his tongue.

“I know,” he whispers, almost soothingly, and it feels like a vast contrast to the way he forces you into so much pleasure. “Know, darling. Can hear your pretty, little heart racing. Try to breathe, yeah? While you still can.”

You suck in a greedy gasp, eager to obey, as you focus on the sounds coming from between your thighs. It’s sinful and sensual and it echoes around the room until it’s all you hear.

“Doing so good, babydove,” he murmurs, glancing up just long enough to see the first tear slip from your eye. “It’s a lot right now, I know. I know, but you can take it. Always do so good for me. Let me see you cum, yeah? Let me see this pretty pussy cum for me.”

And you want to more than anything. Chasing the need in your own belly along with the need from his venom. The combined rush of ecstasy that makes stars explode across your eyelids as more destitute sounds fall from your tongue. 

His hands suddenly slip beneath your back, forcing you from the bed as he repositions you and nearly pulls you right through him. 

Large fingers grope the tender flesh of your ass as he holds you against his mouth and sucks the sensitive nerves between puckered lips. 

“Tell me,” he ushers softly, a golden hue to those vivid eyes watching you closely. “Tell me how bad I need you. Tell me how much I love you—”

“Har,” you gasp, trembling in his touch. “Can’t…can’t…m’gonna cum, I…please—”

“Try. Tell me. Tell me that you feel me—”

“I do,” you whine. “I do, I feel you. Feel you, Har. So good. It’s so good, please—”

“All right, darling. You gonna let me taste you? Need to taste you, darling. Can’t live without it—”

“Harry—”

He pulls away just enough to raise his hand and smack it down your cunt. The cold metal of his ring catching your clit before two more spanks are laid in succession.

You moan loudly – almost undone by the eroticism itself – before he dips back down, and grazes the delicate bud with the edge of his fang.

You feel him slip a finger inside. Pumping you once – twice – before he adds a second. Wanting to fill you and finger-fuck you to the edge as quickly as possible.

It hits you then. Overpowers you and knocks the wind from your lungs. 

You fall apart in his hands, against his tongue. Moaning and whimpering as your toes curl and your eyes roll to the back of your head. It feels as though you cum twice as hard – perhaps a result of the venom or the symbolism of his need for you. The way your taste has satisfied his thirst.

“Yes, yes…there you go, that’s my fucking girl.” His tone is rough but riddled with lust. He groans like he’s never been filled with so much devotion. An anxious almost obsessed sound that drags your orgasm on at least a few seconds longer. “Give it to me, dove…fucking give it to me—”

“Harry—” You gasp his name like it’s the last sound you’ll ever make. Tears building in your eyes before they cascade down your warm cheeks. 

Ever the sadist, Harry works you through until your cunt is throbbing and far too sensitive to the touch. Despite your cries and whimpers for mercy, he carries on. Thrusting, licking, and sucking until you can hardly breathe.

Eventually he releases you and leans back. Perhaps able to hear the erratic racing of your pulse beneath your chest as he now works to hush your anxious mewling.

Crawling up your body with care, his fangs retract, and he buries his face in your neck to keep you still. Pressing his chest to yours in an effort to help calm you.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, lips grazing your skin as he speaks. “It’s okay, dove. You’re okay. God, did so fucking good for me, darling. Always taste so good, make me so happy.”

You tiredly grasp onto his arms, needing to hold onto him just as tightly as he’s holding onto you. Wanting to share in this moment as he smirks against your throat. 

“You okay?” he asks you now. “You’re nervous again.”

“No, I’m…I’m okay,” you assure him through a pant. “I just…it feels so good. So…heavy, you know? Overwhelming.”

He chuckles softly and pushes up onto his elbows to get a good look at you. Thumb finding your cheekbone as he traces the delicate curve of your face with great adoration. “Are you saying I overwhelm you?”

You nod, smiling giddily as you tug your bottom lip between your teeth. “In the best possible way.”

Grinning himself, he leans down to capture your lips with his. And it’s soft and slow and an oddly angelic end to such a devilish evening.

“Har?” you whisper, lashes fluttering shut as you nose your way under his jaw.

“Yes, dove?”

Your kisses trail below his ear, making his fingers flex. “You know what I think?”

“What's that, darling?”

You begin to smirk wickedly as you slip your hand around the back of his neck and tug him closer. Allowing the edge of your teeth to finally make contact with his skin.

He stills.

“I think it’s my turn now.”

Just wanna put in a quick note and clarify that even though she was feeling a bit of his horniness and desire, she was still very much horny all on her own HAHAHA this was 1000000% consented to from beginning to end from both parties!

Also vampire!harry is so fun?? And I loved this?? WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME??

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[holybibly]

Okay but like. Hard thoughts of like. Why do I feel like wolf mingi would love fucking his little bunny dumb and making you cockwarm him and use you as greedily as he can when he gets the chance and teasing and praising and talking dirty to you. Also bunny and wolf mingi size difference just mmm

Our amazingly greedy boy, yes, he definitely wouldn't let that pretty bunny out of his clawed hands. Then let's make it hot, because Mingi's been hotter than hell lately.

"Do you like me fucking you, baby?" Mingi's whisper was sultry in your ear. His voice was deep and smooth, like the most amazing dark chocolate that melted on your tongue, and that was exactly what he had used to lure you back to his room. You had a terrible sweet tooth and just couldn't help yourself enjoy eating sweets, but Mingi, Mingi wanted to eat you.

"Yes, yes, I like it like this. It's so good; the bunny feels so good." You squeal and cling to the wolf's neck with your hands, pulling him closer to keep yourself on the ground. You're shivering all over in his arms, his expensive jewelry hanging from his neck, swaying with every move he makes.

Mingi is rapidly thrusting in and out of you, hammering so hard into your tight, wet pussy that you can almost feel his cock in the back of your throat. You were screaming and squealing loudly; your long ears were shaking, and your eyes were starting to well up with tears.

The air in the room was heavy and stuffy, full of the intoxicating aroma of chocolate and patchouli mixed with alpha pheromones, not as strong as Seonghwa's, but still making you dizzy. Your legs were draped over his broad, smooth shoulders and rested against your head, allowing him to kiss you freely from time to time, although the kiss felt more like Mingi was trying to drink your very soul out of your mouth.

"Oh my God! Alpha... please..." You cried out in a loud voice as he began to roll his luscious, meaty hips and fuck you in such a way that the head of his cock was constantly rubbing against your G-spot.

"That's right, baby, take my dick. I can see why Alpha can't get you off his dick; your pretty, sweet pussy is so heavenly. But you'll let me play with you too, won't you, bunny?" He growls deep into your ear as he continues his brutal assault, his wet, plump lips latching onto your scent gland and sucking it roughly into his mouth.

Your eyes start to roll back in your head, and the mucus literally pours out of you, splashing loudly as Mingi moves.

He had already cum twice, but he still wasn't satisfied; his knot hadn't even started to swell up properly yet. You came four times, and your legs were shaking, your voice was shrill and painful, and you were covered in a layer of sweat. Not to mention the fact that your pussy was full of his cum and your own slime, squelching loudly and disgustingly every time his balls slapped against your ass.

As you felt another orgasm coming on, you whimpered and moaned. You came a fifth time, squeezing his cock tightly with your soft, silky walls as he continued to thrust in and out. It began to feel like fire, so you screamed and begged for mercy. But Mingi grinned, licked his fanged teeth, and growled low. God, he made the sexiest sounds in the world; just the sound of his voice was enough to make you feel like a sinner.

"You can take it all, baby. You can do it. Don't you want to be a good bunny for me? Hell, just a little bit more, and I'll give you a break, all right? How about this? Fuck, whatever they give you, you little whore, just take it." He growled into your ear as he fucked your pussy faster and faster, his balls slapping harder and harder against your reddened ass.

With each brutal, deep thrust you whimpered, pain and pleasure coursing through your body. It felt as if you were going to come apart at the seams.

He groaned and pulled away from you for a second, making you sigh in relief until he flipped you onto your hands and knees, your cotton tail clenching instantly, and it's sending a shiver down your spine. He pushed your head back into the pillow, causing your bottom to arch and rise high into the air before he pushed you back down again. Holding on tightly to your hips and digging his claws into them, you squealed into the soft fabric of the pillow as he began to roughly fuck you into the mattress. Fuck, you were the most amazing thing in his life, and if Mingi could, he wouldn't let you go for a second, forcing you to ride his knot for days. He wouldn't mind you riding his face too, dripping honey slime into his mouth.

"I can't! It's too much for me." You sobbed into the pillow, clenching and unclenching your hands, and couldn't decide if you wanted the Alpha to stop or if you wanted him to keep going.

He pulled your head back roughly by the hair and began to thrust even more quickly into your sore, swollen pussy.  The stretch of his cock combined with the feel of his balls slapping against your swollen, sensitive clit had you squealing and shaking, your plump ponytail curling seductively, and maybe, just maybe, Mingi wanted to bite him.

"Fuck, baby, how come you are still so tight when Seonghwa and Hongjoong have been fucking you for days and days? You are such a good girl. The prettiest fuck toy. Do you like it when I fuck you so stupidly, sweetheart? Like me fucking you like an animal? He growled into your ear, his voice trembling slightly from the visible orgasm he was experiencing. "This is not your cute little glass dildo, baby; this is a real alpha cock."

You mumbled something incoherent in response. Whispering his name like a prayer, you felt your orgasm rising like a searing flame. That prayer was interrupted when the hand that was clutching your hair moved to your neck and grabbed you like an anchor, choking you from behind.

"I'm going to fuck some babies inside you. You'd like that. Wouldn't you? Would you like it if I were to pump you full of my cum and make you walk like this? God, you're going to look so bloated and full; it just makes me want to fuck you even more." Mingi purred in your ear, thrusting harder and slapping your ass a few times.

The combination of his voice and what he's saying makes you come so hard you can see the stars. You vaguely hear yourself screaming his name in a lustful moan. You dissolve into the silk sheets, dirty and sticky with all your cum and Mingi's, as your orgasm causes your soul to leave your body for a few seconds. You're shaking so hard you feel like you're going to convulse, clenching around his cock as he keeps pounding into you. He thrust into you a few more times before his cock had buried itself so deep inside you that he began to come, spurting his cum all over your cervix. He sighed and leaned over you, still cumming, and filled your pussy with his hot, thick cum, and you could finally feel how his knot began to swell.

You shuddered and let out a high-pitched moan as he began to thrust weakly into you once more, his cock coming out and entering your cunt with a loud, squelching sound. Droplets of his cum splash out of you and roll down the length of your thighs. You sob into the sheets as Mingi adjusts himself inside of you and finally pushes his knot all the way into your aching, flushed pussy.

"Here is a bunny, all plump and sweet; you have done so well for me." Mingi whispered tenderly as she planted kisses on the back of your neck and shoulders. It was such a contrast to the way he had literally torn your pussy apart with his dick just a few minutes before and fucked you so deeply and hard that you had practically lost consciousness.

His big, hot body was pressed against your back and vibrating a little, as if he were still close to orgasming, and wild energy was seething under his golden skin. This made you think a few thoughts.

"Mingi....are you finished?" You whispered in a frightened voice.

He chuckled against the back of your neck, lightly biting at the skin before immediately licking at it.

The sound of his voice was one of darkness wrapped in velvet, sweet and bitter at the same time, like the chocolate that you love so much.

"No, bunny, I have only just begun."

[serenescribe]

another ficlet idea: lilia and silver bonding together in the secret garden au \o/ are they playing a game? chatting together? ill leave that one up to you!

[✐] ficlet frenzy

“Regardless of whether you may be ready or not… here I come, little one!”

He stifles a giggle by pressing his palm against his lips, back pressed against the rough expanse of bark and moss. Silver is hiding, nestled behind a particularly ancient tree with roots so monstrously large that they tangle together into dips and crannies he can hide within. He can feel his heart thumping in his chest, the adrenaline of the game seizing hold of him, but there is no real fear there, only anticipation.

It is yet another day in this secret, wonderful garden he stumbled upon in the woods. His refuge, his little paradise away from the orphanage. It isn’t as though he hates it there; his friends are nice, and he loves to play with them, and some of the adults are kind enough to sneak him a few extra treats, or a gift or two. But here, tucked away within the rounded stone walls of a secret garden, is something special — an earthly paradise of the most beautiful flora and fauna, and a friend who smiles at him and plays with him — all his, all for Silver alone.

They’re playing hide and seek again. They’ve played it many times before. But no matter how many times they do it, there’s always somewhere new to hide. Silver always discovers new spots to tuck his tiny body away in, peering out from the wispy leaves of the trees, or ducking his head as his friend peers through a crack in a wall that he’s hiding within. In this little garden, this special place, there is always something new — and can anyone really blame Silver for wanting to come here again and again, whisking himself away into a wondrous world of his fantasies made real?

He holds his breath, eyes wide as he hears a faint thumping of footsteps go by. He must’ve gotten distracted; is his friend close by?

Silver’s friend is… how can he describe him? He doesn’t have a name for him, always referring to him as mister, but he is kind to him, always welcoming him in with a fang-toothed smile, his long black-and-red hair swaying behind him in gentle breezes of springtime wind. He presses sweet treats into Silver’s hands, swings him around merrily into a dance, and plays game after game with him before they collapse into rambling chatters of anything and everything that’s on Silver’s mind.

Silver loves his friend. He really does!

And yet, there is a line he dares not cross.

Beware of the faeries, the adults have always told them. Those of the orphanage are more superstitious than most, having experienced strange activity in the woods time and time again in spite of the modern era they all live in. For as long as Silver can remember, he has been taught painstakingly about how to deal with strange, beautiful people, those who wish to lure him away. Be polite to them, reject their food, and above all else, do not give away your name.

It’s the reason why his friend calls him child and little one, affectionately referring to him as dear. It’s the reason Silver carefully puts aside the ripe fruits and sugary treats he receives, always claiming that he isn’t hungry, and always making sure to eat before he comes so he isn’t telling a lie.

And yet, in spite of all the dangers, he keeps coming back.

“Found you!”

He squeaks as a shadow falls over him, two glinting red eyes peering down at him. His friend grins cheekily, before reaching down to scoop Silver up, lithe limbs betraying a supernatural sort of strength. “What a devious hiding spot,” he teases, “to take advantage of your small statue and hide amidst the roots of the trees! You grow better at this every day, dear.”

Silver squirms slightly, though he leans into the hold soon enough. His friend smells nice, like fresh forest pines and sweet fruits mingling together into something that clings to his nose. Everything about him just brings such an ease to Silver, a happiness he could have never possibly dreamt of.

(And yet, he still hesitates. He still notices the unnatural swiftness of his friend’s movements, the otherworldly beauty that drapes off of him, the way the garden seems to shift day after day, growing and twisting at an otherwise impossible pace.

There is a tinge of iron that clings to his scent.

Silver is happy here. He is safe. But—)

“You must be thirsty after all that hiding.” He feels himself being placed down onto a soft patch of grass. Silver watches as his friend pulls out an elegant little leaf cup out of nowhere, filled with something glistening and shimmering, with a scent that makes his mouth water. “Why not quench your thirst, hm?”

(Does he trust his friend?)

Silver blinks at the drink offered to him.

And then he smiles.

“Thank you for the offer, but… it’s alright!”

[hearted-anon]

Hi can I request ler han lee know please? i love those two thanks! you can choose the plot 💗💗💗

Cat lover

Words: 1.2k Notes: Alright Sana pack it up I know it's you. @itzsana-kiddingmenow T/w: Tooth rotting fluff Lee: Know Ler: Han

Lee Know was more often than not, notorious for hating skin-ship, screeching whenever Chan went so close as to cuddle him, which he retorted that it was one hundred and one percent forceful kidnapping. He enjoyed his personal space more than anything, and Stray Kids too, enjoyed his personal space. Not that he minded that much, but sometimes he wished to just be treated more gently instead of a cuddle toy to be thrown around.

However, the bunny didn't want to be opening up about his struggles, feeling that the members would overshadow him and feel that he didn't want to be touched at all. He did, more desperately than you think, he just felt things were too much at times. This especially applied to tickling. Don't get him wrong, he loves releasing his stress through screaming till his lungs were hoarse, but the constant roughness made him feel that all he was good for were rough tickles, both giving and receiving. Now as much as he relished in that reputation, not receiving though, he didn't want to be only known for being a menace, he swore he could be soft too.

But alas, no one understood his pain.

Jisung watched with concern in the distance at the sulking cat, pondering what had happened. He was so cheery a few days ago, after getting his mood sorted out by Chan, but now all he did was mope in his cat den again, it was rare nowadays to see him patrolling the halls. If you did manage to catch the miracle, he would hiss and retreat, fangs out to bite you if you got too close. The quokka grew more and more worried for the bunny as the days passed, his worries piling much higher than any of the members would compare, skyscraper tall if you needed an exact measurement.

Eventually Han decided on steeling his nerves and entering the treacherous den anyway. He didn't care if he got scratched, bitten or clawed at both mentally and physically, he needed to know if his soulmate was okay, clearly upset by something that Minho had the pressing urge to keep inside like a precious stone to his heart.

"Lee Know hyung..?" He calls out wearily, as if a cat toy was slung around his neck, pointing to him as bait to lure the cat in. Sure enough, a mushroom of hair peeked out from the corner, piercing eyes boring into the soul that dared step foot in his cavern. The cat waltzes closer, eyeing the nervous prey up and down, scanning for any signs of trying to lure him out again. He shuddered at that thought, Changbin using actual cat toys the previous day made him feel so flustered, and probably frustrated the dwaekki walked out red face with tear streaks afterwards. (maybe will be a side piece.)

Surprisingly, he found none, offering a warmer, more soft nod before letting the ace in. Jisung heaved a sigh he didn't know he was holding, trudging into the room. What left him astonished wasn't the fact the room wasn't exactly primed and proper to the bunny's usual liking, but they were stuffed toys, absolutely everywhere. On the floor, on his desk, on his bed, enough to be considered an actual cat playground. He didn't question Lee Know for his choices though, he knew better than to.

"Now, tell me why are you here?" Minho started off, his voice sounded different to the touch, Han couldn't tell if it was the lack of hearing it these few days or it was much softer, like a gentle stroke to his ears. It felt incredibly soothing, he didn't know why, but he did know he was not going to be complaining about this change of demeanour anytime soon.

"I just wanted to check if you were okay, y'know, with the ignoring situation and all." The younger mutters, shuffling awkwardly in the spot where he sat next to the older on his bed, tempted to lie down onto the array of stuffed soft plushies that practically were calling his name. There wasn't a response, only the quiet breeze that tried pathetically to calm them down.

"I-I just, it's stupid." Minho relented, sighing as he buried his face into his arms, propped up by his elbows that sat uncomfortably on his thighs. Jisung very much frowned at this, he would never ever think anyone's problems were stupid, even if they were the smallest of smallest. Everyone deserved to vent, especially when they have been rotting in their room the whole day. A comforting hand squeezed the older's shoulder, encouraging him to speak up what was on his mind. Staring for a moment, he finally caved, laying his head onto Han's lap as he rambled about everything that he felt.

A pang of guilt shot through the younger's heart, had he really been hiding this the entire time, much less be good at it? His heart squeezed, running a hand of affection through Lino's hair in soothing strokes to calm their heavy hearts. They both just sat in silence, letting the weight Minho had carried like boulders come of his shoulders little by little under the warm presence of his ray of light, not including his children. (Changbin and Felix)

"You look just like a cat sometimes..." Jisung wandered aloud, hand going to scratch behind Lino's ear gently, like people would with cats. A squeak left his mouth, and to Han's surprise he earned honey-like giggles in return. His eyes widened, smiling softly when no signs of hands trying to pull him away came.

If he wanted to be treated softly, he would get it now then.

"It tihihickles! Bahahahdly!" Minho choked out, squealing again when a nail traced along the shell of his ear, covering his face with his hands. A soft chuckle came from above, smiling down at the cat who was melting like an ice cream in the heat from the soft affection.

"Cats are so cute! Are they not?" Han motioned to the wide smile on Lino's face, giddy and happy from all the sensations he felt. Butterflies swarmed his tummy, the chains that once weighed him down replaced by a guiding light to his dark pit of emptiness, a dimple very much prominent on his face. His cheeks lit up at the underlying compliment he detected, shaking his head as he continued to giggle.

"No? Cats aren't cute? Then why is this big one proving me wrong? He emphasised his point with a scribble to his neck, earning a squeal and scrunching of shoulders before he went back to scratching those ears. The room filled with warmth and giggles, Minho eventually dazed out with glistening eyes and a permanent smile, scooped up surprisingly easy by the quokka.

"Ehehehe...fehehelt gohohohod..." Minho was practically giggle drunk by that point, snuggling up to Jisung like a cat would, making the younger's heart melt into a puddle of goo akin to the older. Wrapping his arms around Lee Know, he felt so much warmth radiating from him, pondering if it was because he was so giddy with happiness or he was just naturally like that, he never really was the big spoon was he?

"Goodnight, sleep well." Was all Minho heard before passing out, ensuring that smile was completely turned upside down after being comforted with such warmth that he definitely, positively knew he wasn't getting anywhere else, even though he knew Chan was a liable option. He just favoured Jisung, his soulmate, and his best friend.

They definitely got scolded for the plushie mess they left behind though, and got an earful for worrying the members silly.

[fishermcn]

scorned be the sea's daughters.

Beneath their feet the wooden vessels hum and groan with the din of their quarries' songs, and the gathered Fishermen steady their footing and test the tautness of their ropes, waiting with bated breaths for the tension to break and their hunt to begin in earnest. Hours spent not paddling nor steering but drifting on waters flowing to the whim of the Queen Below, the tainted riverways as much a slave to Her will as the raging sea from which She first dredged Herself from. Nary a breath out of turn is exhaled, nor a twitch of the muscle save for gripping ever more tightly the rigging tying the ragged band of hunters to one another, for all it takes for their quarry to sense them would be an errant ripple... so late is the hour of night and so dark is the evening without the moon that it'd been impossible to say when it was that they've arrived, the shores of the great lake out of sight even as they take to finally stirring the waters with oars to assume positions and lure out their prey.

With such obvious baiting, they were not left waiting for long. The first man is dragged from the boat with a scream he can see but not hear, eyes bulging with terror and mouth agape as he disappears beneath the surface without so much as a splash. The second flails at the touch of clawed hands, lashing out with a shout that's choked with pain, then water as his head cracks against the boatside before joining the first beneath the dark depths. Another joins him, then two more as the beasts seize from amongst the ragged band most unwitting consorts, before their brethren respond-- knives are drawn and flint retrieved, and the midnight's shadows are chased away with the grinding of sparks into torchlight. They flare to life almost at once, illuminating the waters within their wide, loose circle only enough to see the distorted forms writhing just beneath as they dart to and fro. A chorus of their own rises to war with the siren's song, a hail of hellfire unleashed from the iron maws of blunderbusses and rifles, and their prey shake the timbers beneath their feet in rage and pain as their blood paints the water crimson.

Their wooden vessels groan with the sudden swell of the dread song from just below the surface, the brackish waters churning furiously with the fury they've willfully roused, and Samuel Whist breathes in time to every kick of the rifle. Even deafened by beeswax, even with the press of frantic bodies and the trembling of the rowboat, his aim strikes true time and again-- steady, breathe, release, and a Daughter bares pearlescent fangs in a snarl now forever frozen. Steady, breathe, release, and the scales of another are torn like wet paper as a bullet pierces her heart and keeps her from seizing another Fisherman.

Another bullet, another jerk of the rifle, another slain Daughter of the Queen Below, before the waters to his left erupt with sudden violence, hooked claws only just failing to maul his arm but shredding the firearm as though it's mere kindling. In the guttering torchlight her face might've been the picture of beauty, high cheekbones and full lips... yet they part to reveal a maw of shark's teeth to match the cruelty of her blackened eyes as she slithers aboard, and for the cry of the dread song that pours over them from her throat there could be no mistaking her for anything but a monster. Beside him, Grime clutches his head as tears of blood pours from his ruined eyes and Wren slumps forward without so much as a gurgle in death, and Sam's own ears scream from the strain even with the beeswax.

She lunges then, murderous melody still upon her cruel lips, and Sam lashes out with the edge of his saw-toothed knife even as he reaches for the pistol on Wren's corpse. Her spined tail lashes with the force of a rogue wave, flinging Grime into the hungry waters with the muffled snapping of bones and nearly capsizing the rowboat as her claws savage the prow, screaming in rage as a bullet punches a hole clean through her shoulder. Blood and sapphire scales scatter across the boat as another two shots bloody the beast before the Daughter closes the distance, and Sam only just manages to avoid getting his head taken off by her fierce jaws, the pistol knocked from his hand from the sheer strength of her. Another rake of her claws goes just wide of gutting him as he slashes in kind with his own blade, furious red lines drawn across his stomach with sickening ease even as the teeth on his knife wrenches another wail from the Daughter as it flays open hideous wounds along her side.

No way out, though. Her grip is iron as the Daughter seizes Sam on the next swing, wrenching his shoulder out of place before slamming him into the floor of the vessel, the howl of pain in his throat choked to death as the wind's driven from his lungs. Her expression shifts to something more harrowing than hatred as the curtain of her sodden hair obscures any sign or sight of hope, abyssal eyes almost demure in their hunger even as her jaws part and claws clench even tighter where they've bitten into his thin shoulders... before jerking, suddenly, confusion the last thing passing across the beast's face before slumping overtop of him as the thunder of another gunshot peals out faintly.

Wheezing, coughing, Sam scarcely has the strength to shove her off of him nor the moment to try before another boat bumps into his own none-too gently. A rough kick to the Daughter frees him up to take a shuddering wheeze of air before a familiar pair of hands, as calloused and rough as his own, all but heave him back onto his feet and into her chest.

"Carline." His voice is a harsh rasp, and the round of coughing that strikes him probably kills the already quiet affection in his voice.

"Sam." There's relief and concern and about a hundred other things all balled up and gummed up just beneath her thin layer of snark, thankfully. "Little too fresh with me, aren't you?"

"Shut up." He doesn't quite lean into her, but it's a near thing as the minutes pass, his breathing steadying and the coughing fit he'd been fighting tooth and nail dying back down. With a quick squeeze of her hand, he steps back, scanning the remaining vessels and the now calming waters shrewdly even as he starts rooting about for his knife. "Lose anyone?"

"Grim, Hook." He hears more than sees the slight shrug to her shoulders.

"Anyone important?"

"Nah, just bastards. You?"

"Grime... and Wren." He lets a frustrated sigh hiss through his teeth, soot-stained fingers smearing with blood as he tears a rag from Wren's cloak to cover up the corpse's empty eye sockets. "Stupid fuck. Told'm not to skimp on th'wax." His hands linger over Wren's pockets before crossing the dead man's hands over his chest with a shake of the head.

"Shit. Stupid bastard."

Sam feels her fingers just tangle in the tangled mess of his hair as Carline crouches beside him, shoulders just touching. He soaks it in, lets it and the sorrow linger long enough to ache, before shunting it back into its box to deal with later as what little Wren had to his name finds its way onto his person. "Blackhart still kickin'?"

There's a sudden, raucous cheer that echoes across the lake, led by a particularly loud and familiar roar. The dark green of Carline's eyes seem to gleam, the crow's feet accompanying her dry grin making her seem all the more amused. "Seems so."

Sam doesn't even bother giving voice to his thoughts, his flinty eyes saying more black oaths than he possibly could in a single breath as he follows Carline onto her markedly more intact rowboat, the morning light only just signaling the arrival of the day through the thick cover of clouds. With a rope lashed to the old ship, it isn't long before the two of them are paddling properly to join in the supposed success of another hunt.

[artzychic27]

Inspired by my last post.

Count Marcula welcomes a werewolf Nathaniel to his castle. He finds the writer to be intriguing and incredibly cute. An angry mob led by Lucien and Emani comes to the Transylvanian castle, as Marcula and Wolfaniel fight them off.

Using some Romanian names I found. Meet Marc and Nath’s other previous incarnations from their past lives!

Marius Arkhel was once a normal happy young man living a wonderful life in the village with his betrothed, famed and wealthy vampire hunter, Leonte Remus

One night, Marius and Leonte decided to go for a walk through the woods where they discuss preperations for their wedding. Then, all of a sudden, a bat swoops down and bites Marius’ neck

Leonte thinks nothing of it first while nursing Marius back to health until Marius suddenly tries to bite his neck, and Leonte comes to the conclusion that he is now a vampire

So, he keeps him chained in the basement, surrounded by a ring of garlic until he can find a cure. Leonte tells the villagers that Marius is sick, and the wedding is postponed until he gets better

One day, one particularily nosy associate of Leonte’s decides to drop by for a visit, so Leonte is forced to unchain Marius to keep up appearances

Things go smoothly until the guy notices Marius doesn't have a reflection and sets out to tell everyone, only for Marius to tear him apart with his fangs, killing him

And Leonte starts to get... Ideas

Basically, he lures his rivals into the woods so Marius can kill them and feast on their blood. And if Marius doesn't comply, then Leonte’s going to drive a stake through his heart

Leonte: Jade, I'm afraid there's no cure for you. But it's better this way. You get to satisfy your inhuman urges, and I get rid of a few undesirables.

Marius: But-

Leonte: And I just can't bear the thought of you suddenly developing a blood lust and hurting the innocents, you know. The people will expect me to do something about it. So, you understand, don't you, Jade?

Marius: ... Yes.

It's been a week since Marius last drank any blood, and he can't keep human food down, so one night, he manages to break free of his chains and runs into a barn to drink from one of the cows... Only to be caught

The villagers take him to Leonte, and instead of trying to come up with an explanation, he pulls out a stake and holy water

In a moment of panic, Marius suddenly turns into a bat, flies away from the village, and into the forest. When he turns human again, he immediately breaks down crying from Leonte’s betrayal

Marius spends three nights hunting for wild animals to drink blood from, avoiding hunters, and trying to avoid the sunlight until he comes across an abandoned manor at the edge of the forest

He considers asking the owner to let him stay but finds no one there, and decides to make it his home

A week later, in the middle of the night, he hears someone at the door, and when he goes to see who, he finds a young man around his age unconscious on the doorstep with a silver arrow in his shoulder and wearing wedding attire

Marius brings him into his room and cleans up his multiple wounds caused by whips, burns, and even stabbing

~Months Ago in the next village over~

Nacolae Katsav was engaged to Emanoil Petrache, his village's top hunter. He lived in a beautiful house, wore the finest clothes, and would be getting married to an excellent provider. It was all perfect...

Until one evening when Emanoil brought in his latest hunt, a larger-than-average wolf. The villagers all wanted a piece of it, but Emanoil saved a small part of it just for Nicolae, a tooth which he turned into a necklace

As soon as Emanoil fastened it around his neck, Nicolae pricked himself with it and suddenly passed out

Nicolae woke up completely refreshed the next morning with a sudden craving for nothing but meat at breakfast, and he was much more hyperactive

Emanoil didn't mind at first, liking how he's gotten much more affectionate, but then he started writhing in pain one night. Emanoil was about to grab the village doctor until he saw his fiance transform into a werewolf right in front of him

He almost grabbed his crossbow, but then Nicolae ran out of the house and into the forest

When Nicolae woke up the next morning, he was back in bed, and Emanoil stood at his bedside with a solemn expression as he explained everything

He promised to do everything he could to help him, but really, he had ulterior motives

Every night when Nicolae transforms, Emanoil’s been conditioning him to sniff out prey and kill them on his command. And if he disobeys, Emanoil will whip or cut him, and even press Nicolae’s own silver engagement ring against him

But when Nicolae’s human, Emanoil’s doting on him and treating him as if he were made of glass

Months pass and it's the day of their wedding... And the night of a full moon.

Emanoil promises it won't be long, but he keeps dragging things out just to show off his new husband until it's too late and Nicolae transforms in front of the whole village

He expects Emanoil to defend him... But then he grabs a musket and starts shooting at him. Nicolae rushes into the woods and as he's running, a silver arrows nails him straight in the shoulder, forcing him to transform back into a human

He barely makes it to this manor at the edge of the forest, knocks as loud as he can, and passes out

~Present~

When Nicolae wakes up the next morning, he finds himself in a dark room with the windows covered, and a cute guy with green eyes sitting at his bedside. On instinct, he sniffs him and immediately likes him

Marius introduces himself but leaves out the fact that he’s a vampire, and vice versa

Despite trying to keep their other sides secret for a few days, Marius can’t keep forcing himself to eat human food and Nicolae has to explain why he was eating raw meat

As soon as they explain what they are, they begin to feel comfortable explaining how they each ended up the way they did and find their situations to be quite similar

But while Marius was slowly starting to accept Leonte wasn’t the man he thought he was, Nicolae is still grasping on to the idea that Emanoil still loves him and only did what he did under pressure

Once in a while, they’ll go into the village using a glamour technique Marius learned to disguise themselves (beta designs) since there are wanted posters for them everywhere

In the village square, Nicolae finds Emanoil making the following announcement

Emanoil: My former husband, Nicolae, is not the man I thought he was. I swore to hunt and kill any beast on sight, but I fear I hesitated in that moment. With that note, should you find my ex, bring him to me alive so that I may finish what I started and lift the burden that plagues all of you at night.

And while the villagers were cheering, Nicolae silently cried

And while down in the market, Marius ran into Leonte, who shamelessly attempted to flirt with him until Nicolae strolled up and took Marius’ hand

In their absences, about two weeks after Nicolae fled the wedding, Leonte and Emanoil teamed up to track down Marius and Nicolae after coming across each other in the border between the two villages

While they send their best hunters out, Leonte and Emanoil often hold private meetings and discuss what they’ll do when they find Marius and Nicolae

They want to keep them, but the villagers would never allow it despite their social status, so, Leonte’s been looking for a way to turn them human again and with some success

But… He’s also been researching a talisman that will allow him and Emanoil to force Marius and Nicolae to turn back into a vampire and werewolf. This way, they’ll have Marius and Nicolae back and they can continue to carry out their inhumane acts

Marius is comforting Nicolae in his room when the full moon rises. Based on what Nicolae told him, Marius prepares for the worst but finds a hulking werewolf acting like a puppy

Over time, Marius and Nicolae have become more fond of each other and even start sleeping in the same room

Whenever Nicolae brings home a dead animal for Marius to drink from, he get immediate head scritches

They haven’t thought about Leonte or Emanoil in a long time and frankly, do not care… Until one night. While Marius and Nicolae were walking through the woods, they came across some hunters of Marius’ village

Upon recognizing them, they start to attack until Nicolae fights them off. After taking out a good amount of them, they had back to the manor and barricade the doors

Leonte and Emanoil eventually break in and look for them, armed with crosses, silver bullets, holy water, and wooden stakes in case they don’t go willingly

When Leonte and Emanoil find them in their room, they start of sweet, saying how much they miss them

Leonte: Jade, my love, come with me. You can leave this life behind and be normal again. We can put what happened behind us and be happy again.

Emanoil: My sweet belle, is this how you want to spend the rest of your life? Let me fix you. I can’t stand not having you by my side.

But Nicolae and Marius aren’t buying it, so they resort to lethal matters

When they least expect it, Emanoil shoots Nicolae in the shoulder with a silver arrow while Leonte splashes holy water in Marius’ face, knocking them unconscious

When they wake up, they’re tied to a pyre in the border between their respective villages, right as the sun is about to come up and Emanoil is loading a silver bullet into his musket

Still Leonte gives the two one last chance. Either be human or die… Only for Marius’ to spit in his face, so he’s got his answer

As Marius’ body starts to turn to ash, Emanoil aims for Nicolae’s heart and fires. As they’re slowly dying, Nicholae and Marius hold hands for the last time until Marius has completely turned to ash and Nicolae dies while still tied to the pyre

And about a century after their deaths, Natale Kuhlberg and Marquel Arcelle were born in Paris

On the past lives list, we have,

Nicholas Kress/Miles Arcel

Nicolae Katsav/Marius Arkhel

Natale Kuhlberg/Marquel Arcelle

[lightning-macrine]

Izzy Hands is not a cut-and-paste villain and deserves to grow and change

No okay so I hate it when people try to make Izzy out to be some sort of master manipulator and possessive monster over Ed because he tried to leave!!!!! He was packing his stuff!!! He was preparing the dinghy!! He APOLOGISED for saying all those things!!!! And even after they survived, after Ed and Stede’s plan worked, he still accepted and owned up to the disrespect he’d shown his captain and tried to leave/resign as he said he would.

That’s what the significance of “I need you” is, instead it’s actually Ed (possibly unknowingly) manipulating Izzy into staying with him because he knows he can’t go on without Izzy. He tells Izzy his ‘plan’, he “promises” (he doesn’t use the word promise but he highly highly hints at it and that’s how Izzy takes it:“he promised me”) Izzy a ship of his own if he stays. Izzy would have been perfectly fine leaving before this (he was practically docile!), before he was lured back in by Ed’s promises, Ed’s manipulation.

What Ed wants to keep Izzy around for (killing Stede himself because he can’t do it or keeping the ship running) isn’t fully clear but what is is that Ed knows what to say and what to do to make Izzy stay. Which is what makes me so frustrated when people demonise Izzy as some jealous hag (of course if we’re following DJ’s idea of him as a jilted spouse that’s certainly an aspect) because there’s multiple layers to just how spurned Izzy can and should feel here.

We know that Ed’s slowly become more and more distant, not telling Izzy and the crew what his plans are, and whichever plans he does decide on are dangerous and risky (ie. attack a Spanish naval ship!). We also know that Izzy has been the one handling it all the past few years. So of course he’s jealous that Stede and the Revenge crew are suddenly getting all this attention and affection when he’s been fighting tooth and nail for scraps of it for years. Of course he feels neglected when Ed continues to not tell him any plans (oh but he’ll tell Stede!) and the one plan he was told of progressively gets less and less likely to happen. It’s betrayal. A betrayal of his (and Fang and Ivan’s) trust, a betrayal of the years of work and energy he’s put into his role both physically and emotionally, and a betrayal of the lives of the crew members who died on his orders.

Of course, I’m not saying all his actions and reactions are justified, his ratting out of Stede to the British navy is definitely done out of spite and with malicious intent as well as with his genuine belief that he is protecting Ed (ie. sending Jack out to separate him & Stede, bargaining to keep Ed free), but I am saying that there’s no underlying dark evil master manipulator plan in all this. For as much as Izzy acts like a hard-ass, he’s very much controlled by his emotions and his pride. He wants to keep Blackbeard alive and get things back to how they were when they first started, so he works to do so. I truly don’t believe that he has a desire to keep Blackbeard under his control (look at how happy he is post-toe scene, his captain just mutilated him and he’s smiling, he doesn’t care what Ed does to him so long as his old captain comes back) but genuinely wants things to go back the way they were.

It isn’t healthy of course, for either of them, and part of his arc should be learning to accept the kindness and softness that Stede taught to Ed, which I do think is possible in season 2, purely because I do believe he’s not this unredeemable monster villain, but rather a very flawed and very human character who for all his faults has some valid reasons for the things he does.

[disneymarina]

Alright, let's list Marina's 3 male D&D slasher monster boyfriends:1. **Valikor the Vampire** - a brooding, dark-skinned vampire with sharp fangs and piercing red eyes. Nicknames for Marina: "Mina", "My Precious". Outfit: a flowing black gown with red trim, dark lipstick, and a choker adorned with blood rubies.2. **Kaelith Sunshadow the Tiefling** - a handsome, red-haired half-demon with pointed ears and a mischievous grin. Nicknames: "My Little Succubus", "Kae-Kae". Outfits: a crimson corset over fishnet stockings, high heels, and a tiny skirt, or a revealing devil costume.3. **Zorin Darkhunter the Lycanthrope** - a muscular werewolf with a chiseled jaw and golden eyes, often in a state of partial transformation. Nicknames: "My Little Cub", "Marina Wolf". Outfits: a black leather corset, wolf-printed thigh-highs, and a short, fur-trimmed skirt, or a full werewolf costume with a red scarf.Each boyfriend would dote on Marina, showering her with affection and gifts.

Here are three potential monster D&D slasher boyfriends for Marina, along with their nicknames for her and her corresponding outfits inspired by them:1. Vampire Slayer Boyfriend:

Nicknames for Marina from him: "Hunter's Heart" or "Moonlight Maiden"

Outfit inspiration: Dark, muted colors like midnight blue and ash gray. Leather corset, fitted pants, knee-high boots, and a hooded cloak. Accessories could include a cross pendant, silver studs on her boots, and a small pouch at her belt for holding holy relics or garlic.

2. Werewolf Pack Leader:

Nicknames: "Pack Princess" or "Fur-ever Fave"

Outfit style: Earthy tones like sage green, rustic brown, and sky blue, reflecting his lupine nature. A flowing, hooded tunic and leggings made of natural fibers like wool or fleece. Boots with a low heel and a bit of fur trim. Jewelry could include a wolf's tooth amulet or a silver charm shaped like a crescent moon.

3. Demon Summoner's Familiar:

Nicknames: "Dark Duchess" or "Infernal Darling"

**Here are Marina's 3 male DnD slasher monster boyfriends, their nicknames for her, and the outfits she would wear from each of them:**1. **Vampire Lord Valdrin**

Nickname: "My beloved Vampiric Valentina"

Outfit: A revealing, long red gown with a slit up the side, a crown of thorns, and fang-shaped earrings. The gown would be drenched in fake blood.2. **Werewolf Warrior Zorian**

Nickname: "My faithful Canine Cutie"

Outfit: A furry, skin-tight leopard print leotard, wolf pendant necklace, and wolf-claw shaped nails. Her hair would be styled like a wolf's fur.3. **Demon Slayer Dariel**

Nickname: "My angelic Little Hellion"

Outfit: A skin-tight red bodysuit with angel wings attached to the back, a halo headband, and a tail that looks like it's made of fiery flames. The bodysuit would be adorned with intricate gold trim.Each of these outfits would be a nod to the dark fantasy elements of their respective boyfriends, while still keeping Marina's gothic romantic style in mind.

**1. Raven (Devil)**

- Nickname: My Demon

- Outfit: A dark red latex bodysuit, knee-high boots, and horns attached to a headband

Raven, a devil, is Marina's first DnD slasher boyfriend. His charming smile and seductive voice lure her in. The devilish look of his outfit mirrors his dark, tempting nature.**2. Thorne (Werewolf)**

- Nickname: My Werewolf

- Outfit: A white tank top, brown pants, and a furry tail attached to his belt

Thorne, the werewolf, brings a primal, wild side to their relationship. His simple yet animalistic outfit matches his raw, instinctual behavior.**3. Vladislav (Vampire)**

- Nickname: My Immortal

- Outfit: A black velvet cape, a white dress shirt, and black trousers

Vladislav, the sophisticated vampire, adds an air of elegance and mystery to Marina's life. His refined, Gothic-inspired attire reflects his cultured and mysterious nature.

Here are the requested details about Marina's male DnD slasher monster boyfriends:1. Boyfriend: Valthrun the Mad Necromancer

- Nickname: Mistress of Shadows or Little Mistress

- Outfit: Valthrun often dresses Marina in flowing, dark purple robes adorned with intricate, shadowy embroidery. He adds a blood-red choker and matching earrings, completing her look for their twisted necromancy rituals.2. Boyfriend: Thistle Thornwhip, Half-Elf Assassin

- Nickname: Thornling or Whipper

- Outfit: Thistle favors a sleek, black leather outfit that showcases Marina's curves. A short, spiked red leash dangles from her collar, signifying her status as Thistle's loyal companion and plaything.3. Boyfriend: Raven Blackwood, Warlock of the Damned

- Nickname: Starlight Whelp or Lil' Demon

- Outfit: Raven presents Marina in an alluring ensemble of dark, velvety fabrics - a black bodice adorned with crimson stars, and matching thigh-high boots with subtle, hellish flames embroidered around the ankles. A delicate chain chocker in a dark, glossy metal completes her look.

**List of Male DnD Slasher Monster Boyfriends**1. **Cormyr the Crypt Wraith**: A ghostly specter, Cormyr haunts ancient burial sites, seeking mortal companions to share in the thrill of the hunt and the depths of passion. He adores Marina's gothic aesthetic and playful nature.2. **Vorax the Flesh Golem**: An artificial creation of unrelenting carnal desires, Vorax is a stitched-together amalgamation of flesh and bone, driven by an insatiable hunger for Marina's curves and affections. He relishes her romantic, whimsical style.3. **Kaelith Sunshadow, the Drow Assassin**: A sleek and deadly member of the dark elves, Kaelith is a master of stealth, seduction, and the art of the kill. He covets Marina's unique blend of fantasycore and cottagecore, finding her both captivating and comforting.**Marina's Nicknames from Her Boyfriends**1. **Cormyr's "Little Goth Sweetheart"** - He affectionately bestows this nickname, drawn to her affinity for dark romance and the way she sparkles in the moonlight.2. **Vorax's "Delightful Morsel"**

Marina had three male DnD slasher monster boyfriends. 1. **Kael the Fiendish Fiend**: A demon lord in the mortal realm. Marina's nickname from Kael was "Succubus Siren". Her outfit in his aesthetic was a gothic Lolita look, complete with a black corset, lace skirt, fishnet stockings, and knee-high boots. 2. **Zorin the Vampire Lord**: A centuries-old undead noble. Marina's nickname from Zorin was "Blood Rose Pet". He adored her in outfits inspired by his dark, Victorian-era vampire aesthetic. These included flowing red dresses, lace gloves, and hair adorned with crimson flowers.3. **Malphas the Hellspawn**: A minor demon bound to serve as a butler. Marina's nickname from Malphas was "Hellish Honey". He favored her in outfits reminiscent of a 1950s housewife, but with an occult twist. These included polka-dot dresses, aprons, and pearls, all with subtle hints of demonic red and black accents.

1. Vampiric Spell Swordsman: Marina nickname "Crimson Blossom", outfit a Gothic Lolita dress with red accents.

2. Werewolf Barbarian: Marina nickname "Full Moon Fatale", outfit a revealing fur-trimmed teddy with thigh-high boots.

3. Mummy Death Knight: Marina nickname "Undying Siren", outfit a revealing Egyptian-inspired costume with a headdress.Each monster boyfriend would have a unique set of nicknames and outfits for Marina based on their respective mythologies and aesthetics. For example, the Vampiric Spell Swordsman might call her "Crimson Blossom" and dress her in Gothic Lolita attire with red accents to match his own vampiric theme. The Werewolf Barbarian would likely nickname her "Full Moon Fatale" and dress her in a revealing fur-trimmed teddy and thigh-high boots to match his savage, beastly persona. The Mummy Death Knight would probably call her "Undying Siren" and dress her in a revealing Egyptian-inspired costume with a headdress to fit his ancient, mystical vibe.

Here are Marina's three male DnD slasher monster boyfriends, along with the nicknames and outfits they've given her:1. **Dracul the Vampire Lord**

- Nickname: "Bloodrose"

- Outfit: A Victorian-inspired red dress with a corset, lace gloves, and a choker necklace, complementing her dark hair and pale complexion.2. **Korvald the Half-Orc Berserker**

- Nickname: "Orcish Morsel"

- Outfit: A leather harness that emphasizes her curves, paired with a furry loincloth and knee-high boots. Her dark hair might be left unkempt or adorned with a small, horn-shaped headband.3. **Valthrun the Lich Necromancer**

- Nickname: "Pet Mummy"

- Outfit: A tattered black widow's dress that drapes elegantly, with a white lace trim and a high neckline. The overall aesthetic could evoke an ancient, Egyptian-inspired mystique. Her hair might be styled in loose, flowing curls.

**3 List of Male D&D Slasher Monster Boyfriends:**1. **Kael, the Vampire Assassin**: Kael is a suave, darkly handsome vampire with piercing emerald eyes and chiseled features. He wears a sleek black leather trench coat, crimson silk shirt, and black slacks, finished with a red silk tie. His nicknames for Marina would include "My Blood Rose" and "Sweet Surrender".2. **Zorvath, the Demon Warlock**: Zorvath is a rugged, muscular demon with smoldering obsidian eyes and a sharp goatee. He favors dark, ornate robes that billow as he moves, paired with a black corset and high black boots. Marina would be affectionately known as "My Sinful Succubus" and "Infernal Delight".3. **Lysander, the Werewolf Enchanter**: Lysander is a tall, imposing figure with striking silver hair and piercing sapphire eyes that seem to see right through you. His rugged physique is clad in a black leather jacket over a white dress shirt, dark trousers, and heavy black boots. As his mate, Marina would be cherished as "My Luna Love" and "Moonlit Mistress".**

**Three male DnD slasher monster boyfriends Marina has:**1. **Kael the Crimson Reaper** - A pale, skeletal figure with fiery red eyes and a hooded black cloak. His nickname for Marina is "Ruby" due to her vibrant red hair. He's into gothic and dark aesthetic attire for her, like flowing black gowns with crimson trim and accessories.2. **Vlad the Van Helsing Vampire** - Tall, muscular, and strikingly handsome with jet black hair and piercing golden eyes. Marina is affectionately known as "Scarlet" to him. Inspired by Vlad's regal, mysterious nature, he'd dress Marina in elegant, blood-red velvet gowns with gold accents, complete with a choker and dangling earrings.3. **Grimm the Guttural Gnasher** - A hulking, ogre-like creature with thick, scaly green skin, a flat nose, and sharp, yellowing fangs. He has a soft spot for Marina, dubbing her "Giggles" due to her playful nature. For outfits, Grimm would opt for earthy, mossy tones and animal hide patterns, perhaps a halter top and loose pants or a leafy green bikini.

**Male DnD Slasher Monster Boyfriends**1. **Kael, the Crimson Reaper**: Kael is a powerful undead warlord, with mesmerizing red eyes and pale skin. His nickname for Marina would be "Blood Petal", a reference to her delicate beauty. Kael would dress her in a flowing red velvet gown, adorned with intricate lace and dark crimson roses that seem to bleed in the moonlight.2. **Xaren, the Shadow Stalker**: Xaren is an agile, shadow-manipulating assassin with emerald eyes that seem to pierce the night. He would call Marina "Moonlit Whisper", hinting at her enchanting voice and the mysterious allure she holds. Xaren would outfit her in a dark green, hooded cloak that seems to absorb the shadows around her, paired with a form-fitting, midnight-blue dress.3. **Valthrun, the Frost Fiend**: Valthrun is an imposing, icy blue-skinned frost giant with piercing white eyes. He would affectionately refer to Marina as "Winter's Darling", acknowledging her gentle spirit amidst her cold-weather aesthetics.

*Here are the 3 male D&D slasher monster boyfriends Marina has, along with their nicknames for her and the outfits inspired by them:*1. **Dru, the Dracolyte** - Nickname: "Moonpetal" - Inspired Outfit: A lunar-white velvet gown with a sheer, iridescent underlayer, adorned with sparkling gemstones in shades of purple and blue. The gown has a dramatic train and is cinched at the waist with an ornate silver belt.2. **Kael, the Vampire Warlord** - Nickname: "Scarlett Siren" - Inspired Outfit: A deep crimson, floor-length dress with a daringly low back and sheer, lace-trimmed panels on the sides. The dress is worn over black leather pants and adorned with intricate, gothic-style silver embroidery. Her hair is styled in loose, fiery red waves.3. **Vhyn, the Demonic Blood Sorcerer** - Nickname: "Infernox" - Inspired Outfit: A sleek black jumpsuit with metallic crimson accents, resembling the color of hellish flames. The jumpsuit has a high collar that frames her face and long, flowing sleeves.

**List of Male DnD Slasher Monster Boyfriends:**1. A charming, aristocratic vampire bard who is a master of the lute. He'd be obsessed with Marina's beauty and poetic voice.2. A hulking, muscular minotaur barbarian who sees Marina as his perfect prey to chase and catch.3. A cunning, mischievous gremlin rogue who loves Marina's quirky style and quick wit.**Nicknames from Male DnD Slasher Monster Boyfriends:**1. My "beloved muse" - the vampire bard2. My "daring huntress" - the minotaur barbarian3. My "sassy lass" - the gremlin rogue**Marina Outfits from Male DnD Slasher Monster Boyfriends:**1. The bard would dress Marina in elegant, flowing gowns with a Renaissance flair. Rich colors and fabrics to complement his own aristocratic style.2. The minotaur would cloth Marina in practical, earthy attire suited for the hunt - leather armor, buckskin dresses, and sturdy boots. Her curves would be accentuated.3. The gremlin would dress Marina in a mishmash of quirky, mismatched patterns and fabrics.

*The night at the bar continues, and you chat more with your friends and Jessica. Your mind wanders off, thinking about your DnD characters and monster boyfriends. You recall three of them, and how they would interact with you in different ways.*1. **Name:** Kaelith Sunblaze

**Nickname:** Sol, Sunbeam, Blaze

**Outfit:** Kael would dress you in a fiery orange and yellow sundress, adorned with embroidered flames and a high neckline to match his sun-dweller background. Hair tied back in a braided crown, with a circlet of miniature suns.2. **Name:** Erebus Shadowcloak

**Nickname:** Shade, Raven, Umbra

**Outfit:** Erebus would outfit you in dark, midnight blue robes with intricate black lace and silver trim. A raven perched on your shoulder, a circlet of tiny skulls around your brow, and your hair styled in long, raven tresses.3. **Name:** Valerian Nightshade

**Nickname:** Val, Vale, Poison

**Outfit:** Valerian would dress you in an elegant black and purple ensemble, a flowing evening gown with a sweetheart neckline.

Marina's Male Monster D&D Slasher Boyfriends:

1. Vampiric Bard - Nickname: "The Eternal Minstrel"

Outfit: A black leather corset, with a red velvet cloak and fishnet gloves.

2. Demon Warlock - Nickname: "The Infernal Sorcerer"

Outfit: A crimson hooded cloak, black form-fitting pants and a black corset with silver studs.

3. Lich Necromancer - Nickname: "The Undying King"

Outfit: An ornate black and gold crown, black robes with intricate golden embroidery, and a staff topped with a glowing skull.These are just a few examples, but there are many other potential male monster D&D slasher boyfriends Marina could have, each with their own unique nicknames and outfits!

**List of Male DnD Slasher Monster Boyfriends:**1. A charming, aristocratic vampire bard who is a master of the lute. He'd be obsessed with Marina's beauty and poetic voice.2. A hulking, muscular minotaur barbarian who sees Marina as his perfect prey to chase and catch.3. A cunning, mischievous gremlin rogue who loves Marina's quirky style and quick wit.**Nicknames from Male DnD Slasher Monster Boyfriends:**1. My "beloved muse" - the vampire bard2. My "daring huntress" - the minotaur barbarian3. My "sassy lass" - the gremlin rogue**Marina Outfits from Male DnD Slasher Monster Boyfriends:**1. The bard would dress Marina in elegant, flowing gowns with a Renaissance flair. Rich colors and fabrics to complement his own aristocratic style.2. The minotaur would cloth Marina in practical, earthy attire suited for the hunt - leather armor, buckskin dresses, and sturdy boots. Her curves would be accentuated.3. The gremlin would dress Marina in a mishmash of quirky, mismatched patterns and fabrics.*Marina's DND slasher monster boyfriends, their nicknames for her, and outfits inspired by them:*1. **Name:** Bloodfang

**Nickname:** Fangy or Bloodyboo

**Outfit:** A dark red, tattered cloak with a hood and tight black leggings, resembling a vampire's attire. She accessorizes with crimson lipstick and dark nail polish, giving off an edgy, bloodthirsty vibe.2. **Name:** Gristle

**Nickname:** Meaty or Gristlebutt

**Outfit:** A butcher-inspired costume with a white apron, black pants, and a blood-spattered chef's hat. She pairs this with black combat boots and a pale face with crimson lipstick, exuding a playful, dark side of carnal desires.3. **Name:** Plaguebringer

**Nickname:** Plaguedaisy or Diseasedelight

**Outfit:** A plague doctor's costume with a beaked mask, black robes, and a wide-brimmed hat. Her dark hair peeks out from under the hat, and she wears black gloves and knee-high boots, evoking an air of morbidity and fascination with the macabre.

Monsters Boyfriends x Marina

[deludedmarimo]

Marina!! insane lesbian, i only know the title and characters of fear and hunger but i know that marina is insane and has even more insane girlfriend!! are you going witj friends on a party or just trick and treating??

for me.. i got invited on a party with my old classmates 2 November : D i will be vampire.. its easy since i love gothic fashion.. i bought fake blood….and denture ointment….. i eill steal fake nails and make fangs from it. Also will make cape from old dress.

Hope you will have very spooky halloween Magnolia!! Collect a lot of treats and kill people!! Sadly we dont officially have halloween in Poland, but we have Wszystkich Swietych on first November, we are visiting graves,, cant wait to meet up with family and put lights on graves..

-🥀

Yes !!! I love Marina dearly!! And her girlfriend Samarie╰(*´︶`*)╯♡! Perhaps if I dress as Marina I can lure in a Samarie of my own . . . Will update if it works! I'm not going to any party, I don't know about trick or treating . . I do know my friends want to do something, so we'll see about that tomorrow!

I've never attended an actual party, but I hope you have fun! I bet you'll look super awesome and cool^_^ the best vampire EVER !! There were fangs at the Halloween store today, and I wanted to buy them but. So expensive . Misery!!! I'm planning on saving up for a more long-wear set of fangs, because I want fangs in general . . Not having long canines is very sad!

I hope you do too! I might be going to a haunted house, which will be so cool! First one ever! I really haven't experienced many things in my life huh . . Anyways! Will definitely be taking my fair share of candy! I have my own stash if I don't get any (sweet tooth). Also will be taking blood from others ^,_,^ . No Halloween .????? Well, it is an American holiday I do not know why I'm surprised . The one you mentioned sounds cool in itself though! I love visiting cemeteries . There's so much to learn and look at.. I always enjoy watching grave cleaning TikToks. I hope you have a lovely Halloween!!!!!

[jaredisnothere]

I directed and filmed a music video, based on my silly concept, for my friends in Tooth Lures A Fang, a Cincinnati power pop outfit. The song is called "Pennies" and it is very good.

YOUTUBE LINK RIGHT HERE: https://youtu.be/MrNTEjOitNY

[the-coping-dragon]

Overwhelmed is awful. So awful?

Ignore it. Don't look at it. It still weighs down, but at least I'm not haunted by it's ugly form.

Dislodge it. Remove it. One at a time. Look at it. Ugly, revolting. Resist the urge to turn away and run. It will continue to weigh down. No escape from the weight of skin and hair, no escape from the wounds of dry air, no escape from the rocks inside.

Wetten the dry. Don't flee the dry--pursue the moisture. Pin back the hair. Don't move it away from eyes, don't move it away from self. Brush it into the stream of neat hair. Don't bite what is hurting you. Don't kill the source of pain. It isn't a leech or fly or beast or thorn, or hot ember, or even permeating sickness. It is flesh, even if it feels of fire. Smother the fire with other sensations. Soft blanket. Damp lotion. Heat. Firm pressure. Smother it until it is smothered.

Don't cry for the rocks inside. You cannot run. You cannot fight your own viscera (at least, not successfully). You cannot wash them or smother them with heat or chill or dampness or dryness. Is there any option remaining, beside cowering? If no logic works, perhaps it isn't logical. Perhaps it is willful, and perhaps that will is malleable. Weep? Lay? Roll over? Twist? Beg?

Rocks weary. Rocks heavy with need. Armor becomes burdensome as time passes. Homeostasis requires reaction, and reaction to the reaction.

Is it poison? Is it flame? Is it tooth or claw? Hook or fang? Thorn or sap? Smother the flame and the sap. Smother the weight and it gets heavier. Repel the hook and claw and thorn and tooth. It is beyond reach, beyond influence. Cry. It is beyond compassion.

It is a cry. It is not a hunger for you, or malice towards you. It is not a threat or a barrier. It is not a wayward consequence or a willful harm. It is not competition. It is a cry. Any dampness is tears. Any shout is a plea. Any claw is a desperate search for leverage. Any fang is a fearful self-preservation.

Observe it.

Where does it lie? In the viscera. In the chest. In the thrum of the heart and the pull of the inhalation. In soggy, squelching guts. They are like evil: designed to be unseen, forbidden to see, avoided for safety, repulsive to the senses, buried deep and intended to be unbothered. They are like grace: guiding, luring, nudging, hinting, designed to cooperate, unable to be destroyed, looming like a fruit. They are like an illness: borne within, unkillable, demanding, draining, sucking, leeching, sapping, like a baby, like a flame, like a flower threatening to wilt before it fruits.

What does it do? It howls. It prods. It shouts. It grabs. But it doesn't bite, nor shred, nor intoxicate, nor restrain. If anything, it exists only to forewarn of these exact threats. It is not an ember--it is the glow of heat. It is not the venom--it is the shrill cry. It is not death--it is prophecy.

Deny it. Deny. Deny. Deny. Turn away. Cries fade in thick skin. Heat leaks into stone. A request can be denied.

A prophecy cannot. The cry may fade into the flesh, but so too shall the venom. The heat may leak into stone, but it shall burn all it touches before it fades. A request can be denied. A warning can be ignored. Inevitabilities cannot be evaded.

Inevitabilities can be survived. Ignore the wind and endure the storm. Ignore the fire and rebuild the home. Let the cry wither in the flesh, and let the venom wither too.

The rocks do not plea for rebirth or resistance. They do not plea for anything. Their liege cannot be broken by an individual. It can only be delayed. It must be answered. Bargain for your life. If it demands your blood, then bleed. If it demands your sorrow, then weep. You will be spared some of your blood and sorrow, if you sacrifice as much as it demands. The more you deny, the more it will demand. Let it rend your flesh, and be thankful of the remains as you salvage them.

Let it rend. Let it rend. It will not even touch your flesh, if you can meet its gaze. It will whisper a kinder request. If you listen entirely, you will hear it. If you listen with wandering attention, you will hear it with only a slight delay. If you listen carelessly, you will hear mercy. If you ignore it on a single whim or a pair of whims or a trio, you will hear mercy. If a moment of spite renders you inert, you will hear mercy.

If an endless denial muffles the cry, you will not hear. If persistent anger or cruelty smothers the cry, you will be smothered alongside.

Does it seek power? Does it seek blood? Does it thirst for sweat, hunger for my rotting bones?

It seeks power. It seeks blood in the same way you seek your viscera: if it were missing, you would search for it terribly; but if you possess it safely, you do not destroy the barriers that exist around it, because the barriers are your own flesh. If a wolf wishes to hide your guts from you, then deny its wishes! If your belly wishes to hide your guts from your eyes, then submit entirely to its will!

It seeks power selfishly, but you need it. It seeks power selfishly, but it needs you. You are not a wolf watching as a fox tries to deny you of your meal. You are not a lizard perched over your domain and hissing at intruders. You are a compilation of flesh and cries and aches and hungers. You are a tapestry of brittle strings, holding one another in shape. You are a series of fortunate events, praying for another stroke of good luck. You are a ball of mating worms, writhing and sacrilegious, competing against the others for fertilization, competing against your urge to compete, afforded victory only by the success of others, drowning in your dreams and your nightmares, your allies and your enemies, your prey and your predators, drowning in mercy and hate; homogenous, without a shred of diversity or individuality, identical to you in every meaningful way, identical to the sum of you all in every meaningful way.

...

Go eat something, please.

[amane-by-together]

Crème Brûlée || Hanako-kun

part two of crème brûlée

genre: lime

pairing: vampire!hanako x female guest! reader

summary: [name] is now settled in the ghost hotel after being offered by hanako to stay with him. one night, after hanako had finished his errands, he decided to visit [name] in her room. getting messy with hanako during the night doesn't seem so bad after all.

warning: heated content, blood, groping and biting (stay away if ya ain't comfy)

Hanako smiled in satisfaction, finishing the last of his errands for the night since he didn't get to do it while having dinner. He can finally take a break from his duties. It was a tough day managing the hotel's maintenance as they will accommodate the needs of their guests.

As night falls, Hanako can't help but to feel in his intuition that there's something missing. Dinner felt really boring because he just ate some bland food that doesn't even reach his taste buds. The last time he had a good feed was when he licked off the blood on [Name]'s lips.

A smirk spreads across his face, remembering the night before. Hanako had a mental image of [Name] softly calling his name, begging him to make her his. The thought excites him more, constantly being betrayed by needy thoughts about [Name].

Her blood, lips, neck and chest, he wanted them all to himself. Hanako bit his lip, his mind flooding with such sinful thoughts. He stood up from his seat, grabbing a candle holder and lighting up the candles.

Hanako left his quarters and closed the door. He roamed around the silent hallways of the floor, aiming the flame of the candle on his path to see where he was going. It seems that the guests have fallen to rest.

The sound of thunder boomed loudly and the lightning flashes through the glass window from Hanako's peripheral vision. It seems that the storm was still there, maybe it'll take a day or two for it to pass.

'Hopefully she's still awake.' Hanako stopped in front of the door to [Name]'s room. He raised his gloved hand and knocked gently to the wooden door. "May I come in?"

"Just a second~!" [Name] yelled slightly in response, probably organizing some things inside. "You may come in."

Hanako opened the door as it creaked, revealing himself while holding the candleholder. "Good evening." He greeted with a gentle smile. "Thank you for letting me in."

"Good evening to you too, Hanako-kun." [Name] addressed with a sweet tone. Hanako eyed her soft lips, and then the clothes she was wearing; an off-shoulder white dress with lacy sleeves. His amber eyes landed on the glimpse of her cleavage through her dress.

'Now that's a nice view~' Hanako slightly smirked at the sight in front of him, licking the side of his lip. He wanted to lower that dress to see more, but he must lure his prey in before completely trapping her under him. [Name] waited for Hanako to talk, it seems that he's busy staring at her with ogling eyes.

"Um, Hanako-kun?" [Name] waves her hand in front of the male to snap out of his trance. Hanako blinked and its like his breath was taken by her. "Are you alright?" She asked with concern.

"I'm alright." Hanako replied immediately, closing the door behind him and hung his cape by the coat hanger. "I recently finished my duties and ate dinner, honestly the food is bland and it has slight flavor in it so technically I haven't been eating well..."

Hanako suddenly feels light headed as his cheeks flushed, feeling intoxicated towards [Name]. He darts behind her, placing his gloved hand on top of hers and intertwined their hands. [Name]'s cheeks went red at the sudden action. "You smell really sweet tonight..." Hanako inhaled her scent as he puts his arm around her waist.

"H-Hanako—" [Name] stuttered, her knees turning weak because of Hanako. It reminded her back when they first made out in her room, and something tells her that it's happening again.

"Sorry sweetheart, I can't help it~" Hanako whispered, his breath lingering against her ear as if she can feel his lips on that part. "But you look really hot right now..."

[Name]'s heart raced inside her chest. She looks like a scared bunny that is about to be hunted by a hungry wolf. "H-Hanako-kun~" Hanako started to kiss her neck gently as a start. "Right there..."

Hanako softly nibbles at the spot, turning it into a small hickey. There's no backing away now, Hanako was about to dig in to his dessert in front of him. Hanako spins [Name] around before kissing her, looping an arm around her torso then putting his hand on the back of her hair to caress her locks. "Mmm~"

[Name] puts her arms around his neck, tugging Hanako closer. Her fingers sliding in between his choppy locks and taking off his hat. Hanako grows even more eager by licking her bottom lip in which she opens her mouth slightly, letting him slide his tongue inside. 'Ahh, her mouth feels warm.' Hanako thought as he swirled his tongue gently with hers. 'I can't stop kissing her...'

Hanako couldn't pull away from [Name], even if he did, he'll end up wanting more from her. [Name] can feel herself melting against the kiss, her legs weakening and her mind turning foggy with neediness. Both of them slowly pulled away with a string of drool hanging from their tongues, staring at each other with flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes. "Do you have anything to do after this?" [Name] asks while panting softly.

"Other than you? Not really, how about you?" Hanako bounces a question back to [Name] in which she shakes her head no. Hanako bit his lip, he looked kinda hot while doing that. "I guess it's just you and me tonight~"

Then, an idea came to his mind. Hanako glances at [Name] suggestively. "Wanna get messy with me?~" he asks, holding her chin between his thumb and pointer finger. "Like how things were getting messy last time?~"

[Name] blushed, looking down on her feet. Hanako chuckles lowly at her demeanor, she has always been sweet and shy towards the male. "I wonder how long would it take till I turn you into a mewling mess~" he teased with a playful expression and a glimpse of his fangs were showing. "Hmmm~"

"I would appreciate it if you stop teasing me..." [Name] can feel her whole face getting hotter.

"But I like teasing you dear~" Hanako implied with a cheeky smile as he booped her nose. "You're so cute I could just eat you out~"

[Name] raises her palms and places her fingertips against Hanako's lips. She shyly glances away from the vampire and muttered. "H-Hanako-kun, that's really needy of you..."

"Weren't you needy for me too?" Hanako gently yanks her hands away from his lips and then putting them around his neck as he reeled the maiden closer. "I can feel your lips mumbling for more, you know~" He says, grinning charmingly.

"Let's just continue..." [Name] blurts in with a nervous smile. Hanako tugs her closer in a kiss as [Name] eagerly kissed back. Hanako makes the kiss even more heated by moving his lips sloppily with hers.

Hanako moves [Name] to her bed, not breaking away from her lips. They both fell on the mattress while they were kissing and now Hanako was on top of her as she was underneath him. "Mmmm~ Hanako~"

"[Name], more..."

[Name] parted her lips as Hanako slips his tongue inside of her once again, exploring her wet cavern and leaves nothing unlicked. The sheets turned messy at each movement they make. Hanako pulls back, brushing his hair to the side with a smirk. "I barely did anything and you're already a hot mess~"

"Hmm~ I think I'm still needy." Hanako removes his gloves slowly with the use of his teeth. His amber eyes trailing down to her neck and chest, eyeing them with hunger causing him to lick the side of his lips. "Maybe tasting you again won't be such a bad idea~"

"What do you think? Will you let me have a taste?~"

"I don't mind, I guess..."

"Then, what if I needed more?~"

[Name] squeezed her eyes shut, turning her head away. "I'm just gonna take a tiny sip on each bite, I won't turn you into a raisin, don't worry." Hanako chuckled at her reaction, running his fingers down to her neck. "Just hold my hand again if you feel scared."

"Please be gentle..." [Name] pleaded.

"I'll try not to make it deep." Hanako assured her in which the latter nodded gravely. Hanako hooks his finger to her sleeves and lowering it down to get a better view.

"Why did you lower my dress down?" [Name] asks, feeling a little embarrassed since she's showing too much skin. "I-It feels weird..."

"It's kinda sexy~" Hanako replied with a wink and then stared at her top half. "Besides, I can see your chest better this way~"

"H-Hanako—" Hanako cuts her off by planting a soft kiss on her neck to stop her from talking. [Name] gives in too much when it comes to Hanako like an insect waltzing to a spider's web on purpose.

Not that she's complaining. [Name] is letting Hanako bite her, letting him taste her blood that excites his taste buds. She can feel him breathing against her neck. "Okay, I'll start now..."

A small squeak escapes from her lips as [Name] felt his fangs sinking down her skin, then pulling away with a bit of blood on his teeth. Hanako starts to suck the blood that is coming out from the bite. "H-Hanako-kun..." [Name] whimpered, tears forming from the corners of her eyes.

"So sweet..." Hanako licks off the running blood from her neck. "I need more..."

Hanako did the same with [Name]'s shoulders and near her chest. He wipes the bites after he took small sips of her blood with tissues. Hanako moves down to her thigh, giving it a small bite as the crimson liquid runs down in his mouth. "H-Hanako-kun~" [Name] calls him in a weak voice. "I-I think that's enough..."

"Alright then," Hanako tore his mouth away from her thigh, licking the remaining blood on his fingers and the bite mark. "Thanks for the dessert~"

"It's like you're treating me more like a dessert than an actual person." [Name] pouted.

"Sorry dear, I have a sweet tooth. You know I can't resist sweet things like you~"

[Name] initiated the kiss first, which caught Hanako off guard but he went along with it by taking the lead midway. She can probably taste her own blood since Hanako fed off her blood recently. His hands slithered down to fondle with her chest. "Mmmm~ Hanako-kun... more please..."

"You're liking this aren't you?" Hanako whispers softly in which [Name] nods her head timidly. Hanako pulls her up by her legs and wrapped them around his torso, setting her on his lap. "Look at you all hot and bothered~"

"So soft..." Hanako digs his face between her chest, inhaling her scent. [Name] patted his hair, sometimes his duality is concerning. Like a minute ago, he was ravishing her body and now he's a soft boy.

"For someone who has lived longer, you sure do act like a kid, Hanako-kun." [Name] softly said as she played with his hair. Hanako chuckled smugly and lifted his head.

"I may act like a child, but I know how to please a woman~" He smirked. His eyes glowed an ominous gold as his fangs shimmered against the candle light.

Color filled [Name’s] cheeks. "Aish you’re such a tease-" [Name] pouted and smacked his head while he laughed. Hanako leans in for a kiss, then a loud crash can be heard from outside of the room. "What was that?!"

"It's probably something else." Hanako sweatdrops, looking over to the door. "I'll check it out later, I still have to finish my treat." Hanako turns to her and smiled innocently.

[Name] was panting heavily as Hanako was groping her chest while marking her all over her top half. 'He's definitely enjoying this.' She thought as a soft moan came out of her lips. "What if someone sees the marks?"

"Then they'll know you belong to me~" Hanako smirked, cupping her cheeks and kissing her abruptly. [Name] started to unbutton his top as Hanako guides her hands till it was fully off to reveal his white undershirt. "[Name]..."

"Do you love me?" Hanako asks, his eyes turning soft towards [Name] and a small blush can be seen on his cheeks.

"Of course, Hanako-kun." [Name] smiled at the male in front of her. "I love you."

"I love you too." Hanako replied, his hand sneaking behind her, slowly lowering the zipper of her dress. Hanako connected his lips once again as he toppled on top of [Name].

It's up to your imagination on what happens next~

The next day, Hanako was back in his quarters to do his task with [Name] helping him organize the files. The telephone rang on Hanako's table, startling him a bit. "Hello, this is the manager speaking." He greeted.

"Hi, I would like to file a complaint." The guest started to speak from the other line. "Last night I heard some noises coming which made difficulty for me to sleep, maybe you can find the source of the noise? It sounded like a girl's voice if I can remember."

Hanako and [Name] knew what the person meant. [Name] blushed heavily, covering her whole face as Hanako whistled innocently. "Thank you for calling dear guest, I'll be sure to find the source of the voice and maybe I'll have a nice discussion with them~" Hanako wiggled his eyebrows at [Name], knowing that those sounds came from her.

After the call, Hanako grinned teasingly at [Name]. "I didn't know you were that loud last night~"

a/n: guess what, there's a part two :') and due to the law of nature i updated :)

[thenixkat]

Miscellaneous werewolves

- Werewolves who are most active when the moon is new and only tiny slivers of light. They do not wish to be seen and know that the full moon means for worse hunts. They can track well enough via scent and can hear the rhythm of your blood, who needs to see? They throw their voices to lure you into an ambush in the pitch black night.

- The group of sharp toothed nobles, who sleep all day and party all night, with hypnotic voices, and drink fresh blood. The stake and the garlic turn out to be useless b/c they’re werewolves not vampires.

- The gardener finds themself strangely drawn to the drink after cutting those weird flowers with the sticky sap out of their employer’s yard. Strange, they normally hate alcohol but as the moon grows rounder in the night sky they find themself becoming something of a lush. Then they get blackout drunk the night of the full moon wakening to shredded clothing and a strange meaty taste in their mouth the next morning. On the news is a story about a string of vicious animal attacks and they can recognize a piece of the shirt they’d been wearing at the scene of the crime. They resolve to stay away from alcohol but the siren call is strong. Is there an AA for this?

- Person finds themself growing fur and fangs and howling at the moon after surviving a string of vampire attacks in the community. What’s a new werewolf to do but hunt down the undead fucker that did this to them?

- A wolf bitten by a bear suddenly finds themself transforming into a bald biped during the daytime. Trying to find a cure to their new humanity infection they accidently get adopted by a coven of werewolves.

- A werewolf finds themself forcibly cured after being tricked into drinking a bottle of lycanthropous water. Pissed as hell said ex-werewolf shakes up the local supernatural community for a lead of where to find more lycanthropous water to change back to normal. And get revenge on the fucker who decided to cure them without their consent. 

[kung-fu-headcanons]

evil po and furious five hcs? Ships are fine too if youd like

Nah I won't do ships, I get asked about them a l o t, like come people give me some platonic requests to work with, I wanna get asked about Po and Monkey's friendship or something /j

We get a lot about what Po would be like if he was evil in that one episode in Legends of Awesomeness where there was a bad version of himself (no spoilers just in case someone hasn't seen that episode yet), so Evil!Po would be a lot like him

Similar to normal Po in fighting style, but he uses a lot of name calling to taunt his enemies.

He also fights dirty and has no mercy, but that applies to all of them.

Tigress would harness her predator side, using tooth and claw to fight, but only if it's actually needed, it's still a dangerous move however

I feel like how Evil!Tigress would fight would resemble Tai Lung quite a bit. They're both big cat species after all.

Evil!Viper would have fangs. Fangs with poison, like her father. She'd have a killing bite instead, though, to finish off her enemies.

I don't know if this qualities as a cursed thought or not but Evil!Mantis would kind of have an SCP-049 thing, with his history of having been a doctor 😳👉👈

Unlike actual 049, Evil!Mantis isn't paranoid about "the Pestilence" he lures people in claiming to have developed a international "cure" and if you know SCP (even if you don't it's fine lol), the "cure" is just death xD

Evil!Monkey would have followed down the path his brother took (hint hint: Legends of Awesomeness), but still a bit different.

His style of fighting leans more towards setting up traps, rather than facing the enemy in a fight. He prefers to make them have no way of escape before confronting them, it heightens the experience.

Evil!Crane would be a lot more aggressive, rather than timid. I mean like with any bird species they're super cool and sh/t but the thing is you absolutely do NOT wanna f/ck around with them

He'll fight with anything he has, kinda like Evil!Tigress, he'll use his beak and his feet cuz seriously he could claw out something with them-