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whumpninja · 4 days ago

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WOW this one was fun. Once I finally got meself off me duff and started writing it, anyway. This piece features OCs from my story The Angel of Death, and is set a few days before the main story.

The Angel of Death taglist:@i-eat-worlds @softvampirewhump @scoundrelwithboba @rainbowsandwhumperflies @octopus-reactivated @whumperfultime @pigeonwhumps @handsinmotion @starfields08000 @fleur-a-whump @worstcasescenariolullaby

Prompt used: AI-less Whumptober, removing body parts and “Don’t break down on me yet.”

Featuring: forced to fight, cage match, vampire whump, blood, gore, dismembering, THIS ONE IS GRAPHIC PLEASE WATCH YOUR STEP

Whumptober Day Fifteen: Break A Leg

Not a seat was occupied even though they had all been sold. The whole crowd was on their feet, roaring. Down at the betting boxes, money changed hands faster than any Las Vegas casino.

Mr. Moody leaned back in his chair and smiled. Business is good.

In the arena, just in front of him, two vampires fought viciously. One was using strategy, manuevering their opponent into facing the floodlights, hurling sawdust in his eyes, jumping and ducking and dodging. At one point they'd managed to scramble up the cage fencing surrounding the arena, out of reach of the other combatant. Mr. Moody had let that trick play out only a few moments before he'd sent Ronnie down with a stun cane to shock them back off and into the fight. Memo to me: electrify that fence. It was a good move, and had gotten the audience excited. But he wanted a fight, not an escape.

The other vampire had no thought for trickery or stratagem. He hurled himself at his enemy, over and over again, finding the scent and charging at them with no regard for the danger. It had been a long battle, nearly eight minutes already. Brute strength could only last so long.

"Come on, Angel," Mr. Moody muttered. "Show 'em what you've got."

He'd gone heavier than usual on the drugs. There had been complaints that it was always over too quickly when it was the champion versus one of the regular fighters. He'd decided that a heavier dose would help- it would make Angel slower, clumsier, more unsteady.

It would not make him less dangerous. And it would not save his opponent.

Angel charged again, claws catching at the meat of his enemy's side. The other vampire howled with pain and turned, driving an elbow into Angel's chest. The impact knocked him back hard. He fell, snarling and shaking his head. The second vampire crouched, tensed to strike.

Angel didn't let him. He rebounded up from the arena floor, pouncing on his enemy- his prey. An inhuman cry of agony set the stadium ringing, followed by a sharp crack as the second vampire kneed Angel in the face. The champion of the Colosseum Club stumbled back, bleeding from his nose.

The other vampire retreated, too, bleeding from much worse. Their hand clutched uselessly at where their arm had once been, thick blood trickling between their fingers.

"Finish it, Angel," Mr. Moody said under his breath.

As if he heard his master, Angel went in for the kill.

They tumbled down together, grappling with each other- the other vampire was on defense now, desperately trying to keep themselves away from the vicious claws. Angel wouldn't let up, maddened with pain now as well as the smell of blood. The crowd was electric. It had been a good fight, but they wanted to see it end, and end bloody.

Angel obliged. The other vampire managed to pin him, and Angel tore an arm free and sank claws deep into his enemy's neck. The vampire's gurgling scream ended abruptly as Angel ripped their throat out, the sounds of tearing flesh and seeping blood lost in the frenzy of the crowd.

They were so excited that they didn't notice what happened next.

Mr. Moody did. He always noticed when something went wrong.

The blood of his victim doing nothing to sate him, Angel dropped the shredded corpse. He shook his head, dazed, confused- almost seeming frightened, if a creature like him could be frightened.

Then he crawled away from the body, leaving smears of blood in the sand. He swayed, collapsed, and lay still.

Mr. Moody bolted out of his chair, fumbling for the walkie-talkie at his belt. "Get someone down there. Now. I'm on my way."

He took the stairs down underneath the arena two at a time.

Two of the security guys had gotten Angel out by now, although they'd dispensed with most of the usual restraints. They'd cuffed his hands, but not done anything else.

Mr. Moody saw the problem immediately. "How the hell does he have a broken leg?" he roared.

"That vamp put up a good fight, must have done it during that last clash," one of the guards suggested.

"When that one regenerates, stake it," Mr. Moody ordered. "It was too smart anyway. And get that fence electrified." He crouched down beside his wounded vampire, feeling clumsily along the bone. Angel thrashed wildly and tried to bite him through the wires that held his fangs, his eyes wide with panic and pain. "All right, all right, calm down." Mr. Moody snapped his fingers at the guards. "Get a tranquilizer and get him put away for the night. Keep him off that leg. I'm gonna make some calls in the morning, see if I can find a vet that'll help."

The guards ran off to do his bidding. Mr. Moody rummaged around until he found the bag of blood on the shelf- he let Angel have more than usual, hoping it might help. "You did good, boy, real good. We'll get that leg fixed up and you'll be right back to it, huh?"

Angel ignored him, entirely focused on the food. His leg was at a bad angle, and Mr. Moody knew it was going to need attention sooner rather than later. "Come on," he muttered. "Don't break down on me yet, champ. I still need you."

#ailesswhumptober2024 #ailesswhumptober2024day15 #whumptober #whumptober2024 #forced to fight #cage match #vampire whump #blood #gore #graphic descriptions of violence #dismemberment #whump #jack be whumpy

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lemonandlime22 · 1 year ago

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Angsty Bitey child!Yuu idea

Warning(s): sad, possibly soul crushing, not edited

Word count: 570

A/N: I’m so sorry I haven’t posted anything, me and my family moved across my state and it was just a lot but the move is finally over, but I’ll still be busy cause of organizing and all that stuff for the next couple of days. I wrote this on my phone so the formatting is prob different.

[Bitey child!Yuu Masterlist]

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Yuu had an amazing day, they hung out with all their friends, Cheka even visited and they both played for hours. But now they were all tuckered out and were laying in bed snuggled up to Grim with their arm locked around him like usual. Being some comfy it was easy for little Yuu to slowly drift off to sleep….

Slowly the small child opened their eyes. They were met with the thin line of bright sunlight that peeked through the two buildings on either side of the alleyway’s over hanging roofs a few feet away from them. They sat up rubbing their eyes with a yawn, they looked at their surroundings to take note of the few belongings they owned that were scarred around the concrete ground.

On the other side of one of the cardboard box flabs were 4 old cards that nearly hung on to themselves, a diamond, a club, a spade, and a heart. On top of them was a long dead and wilted rose that looked to be very crudely ripped of a bush.

Safety under a rock laid a cut out picture of a lion and a picture of a hyena that used to be connected to the lion, both clearly very old and weak. With only a leg under the rock was a small plushy of what they believed was a wolf, but it had been to chewed up by one of the stray dogs to be completely sure.

In between the two piles was a third. At the bottom were two ripped up teal pool noodles that used to be one but had been torn in half. On top of pool noodles was a rubber purple octopus that used to be sticky and squishy but was now covered in to much dirt you could barley see the purple.

Next up was a toy gold bracelet that was surprisingly clean considering what it was surrounded by. Wrapped around the bracelet was a small rubber black snake, one that could be found in any gift shop.

Closer to the box, on the opposite side from the cards and rose, was a plastic doll with blonde and purple hair. On top of it was a dirty once white feather, and a long rotten apple that had not once been bite into before it rotted to its core.

Off to the side was a small blue box of matches but it only had two inside of it, one long working and a shorter one that had broke in half and was unusable due to a crumbled tip.

In the corner further from the rest of the piles was a long pice of thorns that were ripped off the rest of the bush. Inside of the thorns were dirty old pair of you vampire teeth, with a small pile of various animals tufts of fur and feathers, and last in the pile was a small plastic toy croc that had missing limbs and was very chewed up.

And lastly right next to the small child in the side ways cardboard box were three scrap sheets of white cloth, and a rag doll with big blue button eyes that resembled a grey cat.

The small child picked up the rag doll and laid back down onto the various scraps of fabric with it comfortably in their arms. They smiled, so very happy to have had another good dream!

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In short this angsty idea is like if all of twst was made up by Bitey as a way too cope with their loneliness, and it’s all just dreams and their imagination.

This was originally going to be the ending of the choose your own adventure but the fluff ending one the poll lol.

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#twst #twisted wonderland #twst yuu #twst mc #twst au #twst angst #twst characters #twst dorms #twst child yuu #twst x gn reader #twst platonic #twst drabble #disney twst #drabble #twst grim #bitey child yuu

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moonyasnow · 4 months ago

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Moony's TWST Vampire AU

Part 3: Octavinelle

Heartslabyul Savannaclaw Octavinelle (you are here) Scarabia Pomefiore Ignihyde Diasomnia Extras

(listen I know what a massive contrast this is— it's just the only official art which shows the entire Dorm together)

This is NOT ORGANIZED lmao Literally just unfiltered thoughts and ideas, with some short writing snippets only sneaking in by accident. Literal brainrot stuff

Also some thoughts will absolutely be longer than others I wrote most of this in like 5 hours in one sitting

It will be in 8 parts. First the dorms, and then a final one for my thoughts on some side-characters' places in this AU

Basic Rules of the Vampire AU:

A vampire is unkillable until they turn someone. As such, vampires are rare, and usually created on accident.

Vampires can't die of starvation. They can sure try, and by god will it hurt, but it can't kill them.

Vampires can drink liquids that aren't blood, though they get no nutrients from it, but they cannot ingest food. If they try to eat normal food, they just throw it up, their bodies rejecting it entirely.

They can drink any blood that is not from another vampire.

Azul

During their time in the same class together, Azul slowly began to realize there was something…off, about his two friends' family.

Azul wanted to become a vampire to further his goal of world domination through capitalism. And what easier way to do that than if he's immortal? It was also slighlty because he just wanted to be anything but an octopus, too. So if anyone were to call him an octopus, he could counter with 'actually, I'm a vampire.'

In the Coral Sea, vampirism is even LESS common than up on land; in the sea, when someone eats someone else, there doesn't tend to be a whole lot left behind. And event though vampires can't eat their victims' flesh, scavengers tend to do that job for them when the victim has become too weak to really fight them off.

So in the sea, turning someone is always a conscious choice.

But with cannibalism also not being unheard of in the Coral Sea, the Octatrio are probably the ones who had the easiest time adjusting to being vampires. Sufficiently talented merfolk mages already usually live to be a bit older than humans and beastmen anyway, so immortality isn't as difficult for them to wrap their heads around.

While being less common, vampires are actually more common knowlegde in the sea due to the normalization of fish eating fish and merfolk eating merfolk. They're more of an 'open secret' type thing. But most land-dwellers think there are only vampires left in the sea, and none left on land.

As a mega-rich capitalist CEO with 200+ years of experience in business, Azul can just straight up pay people to donate their blood to his extensive collection of bottled blood. he could drink a whole bottle every day and not go hungry for at least the next 10 years.

Jade

The Leeches was something like a mixed vampire and human clan. Mafia, of course.

Some of their members were vampires, sure, but not all of them. How else would the clan keep getting new members who were still part of the bloodline, after all?

The twins themselves were mortals who were turned into vampires. Though surprisingly, at least to the other mortals around them, they seemed to not really care at first.

At least until Azul found out their family's secret, and proclaimed he wanted to become a vampire. They promised that, once all three of them had grown up and they had been turned into vampires, they would both turn Azul together.

They weren't really allowed to bring him into the family, but if they turned him, the rest of the Leech family would inherently trust him more.

Jade was also somewhat curious if he, as a merfolk vampire, would be able to drink the blood of vampires who had originally been human, beastman or fae. But he had enough of a sense of propriety not to test that theory until he got a willing test subject.

Floyd

Just like his brother, he was curious about if him originally being merfolk meant he'd be able to drink another non-merfolk's vampire's blood. But unlike his brother, he actually tried to test it out.

When they went on land and were invited to this gathering of lots of prominent vampires, he saw Riddle there— who'd come along with Cater— and tried to test the theory out, literally just going up to him and trying to take a big bite of his arm.

But given how Riddle was turned, this ended with Floyd being slapped in the face so hard that he fell to the ground. But this only made Floyd think Riddle was fun, and really interesting. This tiny little guy could beat him up? That was great! Super fun!

And thus he began to stalk and harass try to meet up with Riddle more often outside of meetings like that.

#moony's twst vampire au #twst #twisted wonderland #twst au #twst vampire au #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech

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eyesforahead · 1 year ago

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Yandere Oc's X Male Reader

ALL FAKE!!!

Waking up sucked. You preferred sleeping because then you wouldn't need to your shady ass and very much illegal job.

You lived in the city a very busy city. Tokyo.

However, you had a great view from the apartment you lived in.

The tall buildings reach for the sky, creating a mesmerizing skyline. The streets below are bustling with life, as people go about their day, creating a vibrant tapestry of movement. It's a view that never fails to captivate you.

Currently it was 4:30 a.m and you needed to get to the lab at 6 a.m. it's time to get ready.

You work as a scientist. In a lab where your fellow work mate's experiment on non human entities that have appeared less then a year ago. This very much was illegal but at the end of the day not many cared about these " entities ".

These entities took on Various forms..animals...half animals... objects...

They all however had human like intelligence.

Half-human entities were very much able of feeling emotion's such as pain , sadness , depression etc... this was found out through your colleague's experiment's.

The entities were kidnaped ( this is the part that's illegal because no one cares about the entities ) then experimented on.

Your role in the lab was clean up service. You clean up the bodies of the entities that may have died or of your colleagues that were killed.

As you're showering you think about the message you got from one of your superior that liked to gossip.

He said that the lab has gotten some new entities..

You wondered if any of them will survive the beginning experiment's. Those were the most died in.

The scientist would be more harsh to make them submit, put them in life or death situation to see their full abilities and much more you were unauthorized to know.

The new entities where:

A half snake ( which is also referred as a naga. ) they are identifiable by their scale's and half of their body is snake like.

A shape shifter they are identified by how their entire body seems wrong like their body isn't correct.

A sentient jelly like substance in a shape of a human. You've got no idea what the fuck that is.

A half octopus. ( having tentacles instead of leg's )

A vampire ( Fang's and pale skin. Commonly seen with red eyes )

A half dog ( having dog ears and snout )

A half cat ( cat ears , whisker's and tail )

Stepping out of the shower you put on your typical unfirom for work.

A light blue shirt and black pants a long with it are black boots and white long coat lab.

You go towards the kitchen have breakfast before heading out to the bus stop.

The bus leave's you off about thirty minutes away.

The walk is complicated and when you were new you often got lost. There was a bunch of turns and shit.

Finally you sigh as you see the lab.

You enter and is immediately greeted by the A.I assistant voice.

" Good morning ( Name ) ( Last Name ) you are just on time. Please, head to the main area. Thank you & good day! "

You sigh and head to the location knowing it's gonna be a long day today.

Eventually you make it to the main area in which there greets you your superior Dr. Nie. Dr.Nie was a handsome young man with a brown bob cut and light green eyes having two moles underneath each eye. His uniform was exactly like yours accept his shirt was darker blue. He held a clipboard with his black pen touching his lip.

"Ah, morning. Listen here we've got some new entities today and some of them lived. Not without making a mess. Go to examination room 107 and clean up. I recommend wearing a mask the smell is simply malodorous."

Grimacing you accept and go to the supply room.

You couldn't help but take a big gulp of air before putting on the mask and going in room 107.

Blood was pretty much everywhere and green scale's were scattered across the room.

You're pretty sure there was also a piece of a scientist uniform.

In the middle of the room in a pool of blood was broken glasses.

Ah you think a scientist was eaten.

From the scale's you're guessing this was the snake's testing room.

You pull your gloves tighter before throwing the soapy water that was in the black bucket across the room and start cleaning.

The glasses were thrown out.

A dead person does not need glasses.

You wanted to complain how you were underpaid however you were too scared to do that.

Couldn't get fired they'd simply kill you so you don't tell anyone about the lab.

Even if they didn't, where would you work?

You failed college.

Sighing you silently apologize to your mother who always told you to study and everytime you brushed it off.

After finishing you speed walk to the staff bathroom and wash your hands carefully and throwing the now dirty glove's in the bin.

You hear the bathroom stall open and close.

"Oh, Dr. (name) ! How are you? You weren't present yesterday." A monotone voice was heard before the sound of the sink started.

"Mm. I was sick."

"That's a shame, you've missed an entertaining show."

"Let me guess, someone's tried to quit?"

You got a hum in response.

"Let me fill you in."

Dr. Gold then proceeded to tell you in detail that you really didn't want how the execution went.

It was stupid really. Wasn't it obvious you'd be silenced?

The stupid man was thrown in with 333.

333 was a half crocodile and half horse. Having the mouth and teeth of a crocodile also the speed while the body of a horse. A truly horrifying thing.

You say goodbye and again speed walk to continue the rest of the day.

All went great till you were called to the second main office...

Find this interesting? Read more on Quotev!

You can find this on my Quotev profile TangledMystery.

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#yandere #oc #ocs #male yandere #male x male #yandere x male reader #oc x male reader #gay #all fake #quotev

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sitp-recs · 2 years ago

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Do you know Drarry fics, where Harry is overworked and/or exhausted by his posr war life and Draco is the one who is instrumental in helping Harry? Xo

Hi anon! Sure, these are some of my favorites - I expanded your ask to also include anxious/apathetic/depressed Harry, hope that’s ok :)

Unseen by astolat (M, 11k)

When he wasn’t wearing it, he got jumpy, always waiting for someone to come at him wanting something—and now they did it even more urgently, if they ever saw him, because most of the time, nobody did.

Poor Unfortunate Souls by DoubleApple (E, 19k)

Draco is a potioneer. Harry is trying to save his sex-challenged marriage. Everything is a mess, but at least there's an octopus in the lobby.

Fearful Trill by Vukovich (E, 29k)

Harry should have come out and met someone when he was younger. He should have seen a doctor about the pain in his hip while youth was still on his side. Now, he's made his peace with dying young, but maybe not with dying alone.

This is Never Happening Again by hpleems (M, 32k)

“Potter,” Malfoy said, shaking his head. “Do I look like I care about your holiday plans? Trust me: this is *never* happening again.”

Open For Repairs by FeelsForBreakfast (M, 35k)

After the war, Draco works at a tv repair shop and Harry breaks things.

Touch by bixgirl1 (E, 45k)

When Harry is referred to a professional cuddler for the soothing power of touch, he’s dubious — even more so when the Cuddler who shows up turns out to be Malfoy. But in the years since the war, Malfoy’s changed, and over the next several days Harry is confronted by how much he still doesn’t know about this new version of his old enemy — and by how much he wants to learn.

In The Red by bixgirl1 (E, 45k)

When Harry goes looking for a vampire at a Creature club, the second-to-last thing Harry expects is to find Malfoy working there.

Unseen by Jackvbriefs (T, 47k)

Harry Potter finally has the chance to leave England and its expectations for The Chosen One behind for good. All he has to do is survive one Auror training conference overseas with Draco Sodding Malfoy.

Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (M, 49k)

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

Meet Me at Midnight by thestarryknight (T, 57k)

Harry was beginning to wonder if he’d ever make anything again when Malfoy stormed through the door of Harry’s furniture shop. Now Harry’s got an impossible Ministry commission to finish, and even less energy than ever to deal with his elusive muse. That is, until he stumbles upon the surreal and beautiful world of a mysterious fae creature…

Modern Love by tackytiger (E, 61k)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

The Way Down by lettered (T, 65k)

Harry is overwhelmed by his own power and fame and angst, so he's become a hermit. Draco Malfoy is tired of the melodrama.

Harry Potter and the elusive day off by pleasebekidding (E, 71k)

Auror Potter needs a fucking break. He is wiped. He is exhausted. He probably didn't intend to put himself into a magical coma but these things happen. And who cares, really? He is comfortable in a house where he has hidden away all the shit he can't deal with.

Kept in Cages by sweet_s0rr0w and art by ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (E, 76k)

Deep in the heart of the Ministry lies the Beast Division: a hidden room where ancient beasts roam, and winged creatures soar, and grumpy giant ferrets eat all your biscuits unless you keep them well hidden. Draco Malfoy would know – he’s been working there for five years now, after all.

I Am Not Who I Became by mab_di (E, 93k)

Draco left England after the trials and has travelled the world meeting wizards and Muggles from different cultures and with vastly different relationships to magic, each other, and the natural world. Now he's a fisherman in Finland on commercial vessels. Harry has been struggling since the war and has become a recluse while trying to write his autobiography. An invitation to the Hogwarts class of 1998's 15th reunion isn't welcomed by either of them, but neither could predict how the night, and their reunion, will upend their lives.

The Liars Department by DorthyAnn (T, 103k)

This is a story about Harry meeting up with Draco Malfoy four years after the war. And a story about Harry, well, not hating his job per say, but it's not like he has much to compare it to and it seemed fine. His whole life seemed fine. Then Malfoy came along with and his flashy suits and fast car making everything seem dull in comparison, and Harry... Harry couldn't just leave well enough alone.

What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym (M, 131k)

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

Any Instrument by dicta_contrion (E, 131k)

Draco Malfoy wouldn't go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can't control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.

where all the veins meet by eight_of_wands (E, 146k)

It's the summer of 1998. The battle is over, and Voldemort is dead, but Harry still has more questions than answers. Who is he without a piece of Voldemort's soul in his head? What is he supposed to do now?

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #sad Harry #tired Harry #mental health issues

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kandisheek · 2 months ago

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FIC REC WEEK 36 – MONSTERFUCKING

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: antigrav_vector

antigrav_vector is such an amazingly creative writer when it comes to explicit monster fics, and I couldn't love them more for that. They come up with tons of fantastic concepts, and I especially love how they explore xeno-biology in a lot of their work. If you're looking for some excellent monster smut, you've come to the right place!

Here's some of their work that I think you should check out:

Collared and Bound

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 2,804 Tags: Vampire/Werewolf Sex, Dom/Sub, Mating Bites

Summary: This is utterly self-indulgent trashy supernatural romance fic with trashy smut. You've been warned.

Reasons why I love it: The modern day Romeo and Juliet, except it's werewolves and vampires. I love how Steve indulges Tony in what he needs - or rather what they both need in the end. And I especially loved the tidbits about what their relationship means for them in the socio-political context. This fic is wonderful, and you should definitely read it!

Straight up, with a Twist

Pairing: Steve/Tony/Pepper Rating: E Words: 3,612 Tags: A/B/O, Tentacle Sex, Dirty Talk

Summary: The Avengers came across some weird glowing plants during one of their missions, and that has consequences no one expects. Steve, Tony, and Bruce got exposed, but only two of them are showing any kind of symptoms. Such as they are. Pepper doesn't know how to react at first, when she finally finds out exactly what these symptoms are. Both her lovers have tentacles, all of a sudden. They're also doing their best to seduce her.

Reasons why I love it: Pepper is really having the time of her life here. I love tentacles in all shape or form, and this version of tentacle anatomy is super intriguing. Especially the fact that Steve and Tony both kept their genitals. Definitely check this one out, it's great!

Tap (that) Root

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: E Words: 3,735 Tags: Plant Hybrid Steve, Sex Pollen, Dom/Sub

Summary: Things go very awry on a mission, but oddly enough Bucky's enjoying every minute.

Reasons why I love it: Bucky being so turned on by the fact that Steve is restraining him with his own body is really fucking hot. The whole fic had me fanning myself, there are so many great lines. I hope you give this one a shot, because antigrav_vector and Quarra did a fantastic job!

Submersive Tactics

Pairing: Steve/Bucky/Tony Rating: E Words: 6,112 Tags: Bucky and the Winter Soldier as Separate People, Consentacles, Synaesthesia

Summary: Steve and Bucky have more or less managed to calm James down, and Tony's done with his upgrades. That means experimenting with Bucky and James' new ability to gain temporary octopus arms.

Reasons why I love it: Being able to taste emotions through your tentacles is such a kick-ass concept! I love the differing points of view, especially the descriptions of how Bucky and James perceive Steve and Tony's tastes through their newly gained senses. This fic is super fun and hot as hell, and you should definitely read it!

He Followed Me Home (Can I Keep Him?)

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 7,748 Tags: Mer-Steve, Fluff and Smut, Telepathy

Summary: Tony was hot on the trail of the Xi'an'du daggers with Pepper and Jarvis at his side, when another startling discovery left him feeling like he got slapped in the face with a fish. Merfolk, it turned out, weren't as mythical as he'd always thought. Really, in retrospect, he probably should have known better than to think that, after all his experiences with magical creatures and artifacts, but, well, he's not perfect.

Reasons why I love it: I love the merman lore in this fic, it really raises the stakes for the smut at the end to know why Steve approached Tony in the first place. And the whole telepathic aspect is super fun too. This fic is great, and you should definitely read it!

#marvel #fanfic #a year in fanfic recs #fic rec #fanfic rec #stony #stucky #stuckony #ficrec

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demonic0angel · 10 months ago

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Chapter 6 of Ghost Games is out!

(Please start subscribing, I'll stop posting chapters on tumblr after the first arc)

"This... is Marina?" Nightingale asked again, just to confirm.

The man nodded. "We have asked the teacher."

Sparrow muttered to himself, "I knew something wasn't right."

The man tilted his head towards him but didn't ask. "Will this be enough to guarantee your completion of the scenario?"

Robin asked, "Why are you helping us and not others? What if they're closer to completion than us?"

The man laughed lowly. Another one of his companions said, "Newcomers are often the most brave. Us old players won't take risks. If we help you, we can escape faster. Also, you look like you know what you're doing. Didja used to have a life solving crimes, boy?"

"... a life solving... crimes?" Robin looked frozen stiff.

The companion, who looked like an octopus man, chuckled wetly. "We all have little memories of a past life. Some recover memories, others will never remember. Your wish is a memory of your past life."

Robin trembled in place. Sensing chaos in the next second, Nightingale immediately said, "Thank you for your help. Give us 2 days, we'll complete the scenario by then."

The vampire chuckled. "You, little girl, are one of the better humans I've seen. We won't disturb you now."

Then that was when they left.

Nightingale hadn't even asked them their name. She hesitated to call after them, before she realized that perhaps they had a reason. They were kind enough to help them, but they weren't selfless. They just wanted to survive and although they put their cards on the table to help the three, it didn't mean friendship or trust.

They probably didn't dare hope that they would survive, so they didn't want to know their names.

Nightingale uneasily turned back to Robin and Sparrow. Both she and Sparrow stared at Robin, who's expression was completely blank. His mask hid all of the emotions in his eyes, so Nightingale couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

"... Robin?" She asked softly.

Robin had been the backbone of their team since the day they met. Although Nightingale and Sparrow had an innate connection that they didn't share with Robin, Robin alone had been the one leading them and guiding them.

He was silent for a moment before he then said, "We know that the ghost isn't Marina now. So that means that the girl who hung herself was Marina, so by letting her down, we can assume that it'll move along the scenario. We should first look for the supply closet."

Sparrow hesitated only for a moment before nodding decisively and he said, "That's fine, we should go now before class starts and teachers start pulling kids into class."

Nightingale stared worriedly at Robin, not speaking.

He noticed her gaze, and turned with a light smile. "It's fine. We should go."

Since he was unwilling to speak, Nightingale didn't make it hard for him. She nodded and after they put away their food trays, she lead them to the supply closet. But when she finally entered the hall, there was no door to be found.

"Are you sure it's here?" Sparrow asked doubtfully. He tilted his head and moved around the wall.

Last night, Nightingale had distinctly remembered running away and entering the hall here. She had observed how there seemed to be no one around before she had ran forward for somewhere to hide and hopefully recollect herself to find Sparrow and Robin again. She had recalled the scream she heard and the possible smashing noises of bodies from the hallway monitor before seeing a secure looking door and then entering it.

Then she had found Marina.

Nightingale told them that and Robin hummed. He still seemed a little distracted since earlier, but he looked less upset now.

"Maybe it's something that can only be found at certain times. At least we know now that it's definitely important if it's hidden."

Sparrow sighed and shoved his pockets in his hands. "What now?"

Robin shrugged. "Maybe we should go and talk to more students. At the very least, we still have a bit of time before school ends and it's time for curfew."

Nightingale said, "Maybe we should look into the principal."

"I'm not gonna lie," Sparrow said, "I feel like if this was a movie, we should look into Brittany. The principal hasn't been mentioned at all. At most, she just looks around and doesn't do anything."

"But wasn't she there at the library? What if she's hiding something?"

Robin put a stop to their arguing. "Let's split up. I'll go to the principal's office and see what's up. Nightingale, you and Sparrow will find what you can about Brittany. We'll meet back in front of the closet before school ends at 2:50."

Sparrow frowned. "Where do we start?"

"Find a phone or computer, talk to people, ask around." Robin listed their options calmly and then walked off without a word.

Tacitly, both Sparrow and Nightingale said nothing, knowing that his mind was in turmoil. Sparrow looked at Nightingale and said, "I'm going to look at the computers and you look around, you go talk to people."

Nightingale kind of felt like the two teammates she had were extremely antisocial.

She raised an eyebrow but didn't disagree. She didn't mind talking to people because she knew she was good at it. "Okay. We'll meet back here an hour before Robin, okay?"

"Got it. You be safe." He stared at her meaningfully and then left.

Nightingale bit her lip and then moved to the stairs to go downstairs and leave the school for the other buildings.

There were probably kids skipping class, right?

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Nightingale found them.

She waved her hand and asked, "Excuse me, but can you tell me about a girl from the 2-B class?"

"Want one?" A girl offered a rolled up stick, smoke puffing out of her nose.

Nightingale's lips twitched but she shook her head gently. "No, but thank you."

"What did you need?" Another girl asked.

"Can you tell me about Brittany from 2-B?"

A girl with braids laughed lowly, "We're seniors, girlie. But I can tell you something, that girl was a total bitch."

The boy sitting against the building said, "Totally hot. But a bitch."

The first girl who spoke nodded. "She was rich and she was pretty, so she shoved her nose in everyone's business. Bullied a whole bunch of kids but nobody could stop her because her dad was one of the people on the council."

"Yeah, but he can't do anything now!" A girl chortled. "She's dead, but serves her right! Rumors say that after she killed some kids, they took revenge and tore her apart."

Nightingale paused and then asked, "Some kids? I thought she only killed one."

"I have no idea, but there's at least 2."

Two kids... Brittany had killed two kids.

That surely meant that the shadow was the other child!

Overjoyed, Nightingale thanked the four smoking kids and then left. She had spent a long time searching for any student stragglers and had to dodge a hallway monitor to get outside behind the school, so by the time she arrived back in front of the closet, she was only a little bit early.

Nightingale sat there on the ground, quietly waiting for Robin and Sparrow to come. Sure enough, they arrived, one after another.

"Did you find anything?"

"Yes!" She said, eager to please. "I found out that Brittany has rumors about her of her killing people. At the very least, there's two deaths that happened because of her, so we can guess that the shadow is the other person!"

Robin nodded and smiled lightly. "Very good." Butterflies immediately erupted in Nightingale's stomach but she just tamped down her smile and didn't say anything. "I found out that the principal helped Brittany hide something. Now that you've told me that, it's probably what the principal helped hide from the media."

Sparrow frowned. "How did you find out that about the principal?"

"She was muttering and ranting in her office," Robin said leisurely. "I snuck in through the window and heard her. She's scared that she'll be next to be murdered."

"Serves her right," Sparrow scoffed. "Trying to hide murder? I'm not surprised the ghosts took revenge."

Robin just smiled and turned to Nightingale, "Did you ask the students what the name of the other victim was?"

Nightingale blinked and then smacked her hand against her forehead. "I forgot! Ancients, I can't believe I just left like that!"

Robin laughed. "It's fine. We all know what happens when you ask too many questions. At least we know a little bit more about the ghost. Everything will make sense soon after we get Marina down."

Nightingale nodded, "So the scenario will probably end when the principal dies. That means we have to get Marina down before then." She paused. "Are... are we sure that she's the key to us winning?"

"I trust you," Robin said earnestly.

Nightingale immediately backtracked. "Never mind then."

Sparrow gave her a hard stare but he mostly looked amused. Seeing how someone as oblivious and dense as he was staring at her, she only felt a little embarrassed before she wondered to herself why she knew that and why she even cared.

Robin beckoned them all forward, not seeming to notice the other two's strangeness.

"I have a plan."

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Night fell once more. All three of them waited in the hallway near the supply closet.

Another day had passed. Last night, they had waited in the same spot and had seen the door appear, but a black shadow mass had also materialized alongside it, and guarded it zealously the entire night. While Sparrow had gone off to watch the principal, both Robin and Nightingale had waited for the shadow to appear.

That night was spent watching the shadow restlessly pace around the entrance of the supply closet.

And this day, they were about to attempt the stakeout again.

"Should I go and watch the principal again?" Sparrow asked.

He had been the one to leave because he had been too antsy and jittery to sit still and watch. Nightingale had only been reassured by Robin's words that Sparrow was quick and wily before she had let him go.

Nightingale frowned and Robin reached out to pat Sparrow's head. "Patience. You can leave in a bit, but I have a feeling that the ghost is getting impatient. I think they'll move out tonight. Remember the plan?"

Both Nightingale and Sparrow dutifully nodded. Sparrow recited it, "Nightingale will stay here and go inside the closet, me and you will distract the ghost. You'll fight the ghost while I protect the principal if it comes down to it."

He rolled his eyes at the last part.

Robin stared at him sternly. "I know you want to fight, but I don't feel reassured about it."

"Why not?! How do you know that you can fight?"

"I dunno, I just feel it!"

"I call cap!"

"Cap my butt!" Robin finally lost his temper and the two of them began to argue vehemently.

Nightingale numbly stared at the wall where the supply closet would appear and tried to ignore them.

She suddenly slapped Robin's arm and they immediately shut up. "Shh!" She shushed them. "It's here."

The door warped into place and the shadow leaked out from underneath the door, forming a barely tangible body. It stretched itself and then stalked off quickly. Nightingale hesitantly brought out her head and saw it dart off into the distance.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "It's gone."

"Alright, we'll go straight to the principal!" Robin said firmly. "We have to make sure she doesn't move from her office! Good luck, Nightingale, be safe." He said the last part firmly as he reached out to comfortingly hold her hand before leaving. Sparrow followed after him with only a little wave before the two of them were gone.

She was now alone.

Nightingale flushed and clutched her fingers, still feeling a little bit of his warmth.

She focused back on the supply closet, but in that moment, there was the sound of feet running against the ground and then a student wearing a male uniform ran across her vision. Nightingale startled back and pressed into her hiding spot as she heard the enraged shout, "Students! Students out of bed!"

Nightingale's eyes widened again.

Had this student gotten caught by a hallway monitor?

But as she strained her head to catch a glimpse of the student, wondering if she should move out and help, she saw the student stand at the end of the hall in silence and then melt away.

She clapped a hand over her mouth to hold back her gasp.

Had that been the shadow?!

The hallway monitor snarled in rage but didn't move away. Instead, he seemed to move around the hallway, lumbering this way and that. He dragged his bat behind him and it made wet noises as the nails dragged against the blood it left behind.

He was now protecting the hallway. That student had lead him here deliberately?!

Nightingale wanted to curse.

She was some distance away from the closet so she and the others wouldn't be detected by the shadow, but now it was hindering her as the hallway monitor watched over the room.

She could jump over him like last time, but there was no space for her to maneuver herself and she also had to open the door and slip inside. If she was slow, she would be hit by the bat and directly crushed to bits.

Nightingale really hoped that the others were doing better.

What was she going to do now?

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Shattered #8 - Lies, Lies, Lies

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CW: Whumpee thinks Caretaker is new whumper/master, Vampire Caretaker, Reference to vampire whumper/previous abuse/captivity, Bloodbag Whumpee, Recovery/Rescue, Nightmare (drug induced), Panic attack, Talks of death/hopes of death, Denial, Paranoia, Drugs/Medication, Noncon drugging(?) Loss of speech, loss of autonomy

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How do you plead for your life with pen and paper? Would the fear, desperation and agony translate to the ink? The question wracks Declan’s brain, pounding against his aching skull as he clutches onto his pen like it’s his last lifeline.

It might be.

A shaking, yet stern death grip nearly crushes the plastic. Countless balls of paper are scrunched up and strewn across the room, and the notebook sitting on his lap is drowning in countless scribbles, all scratches of words that he determined were not enough to save his life. Splotches of ink once begging for home, or even a scrap of mercy; now blurred. Splattered with his tears.

The vampire thinks he’s fast asleep. Resting, recuperating - whatever the hell it is he should be doing. But Declan’s night is August’s day. The terror keeps Declan wide awake, knowing that the creature is stalking the halls, waiting for the right moment to strike when Declan lets his guard down to sleep, at his most vulnerable. Why else would he have taken Declan in?

He’s scoured the room already; there’s nothing to whittle or fashion into a makeshift stake. There is no protection. Because August has thought everything through, of course. No weapons, no defence nor even privacy or dignity.

He’s a prisoner again and nothing more, he reminds himself. He won’t be fooled by the simplicity of a blanket or hot meals, even if the feeling of fullness in his belly feels like an impossible blessing he knows he’s not worthy of. His purpose is to be a blood-bag. Food. It’s nothing short of cruel and barbaric to trick him into thinking that anything more than anguish lies on his horizon. Freedom is a privilege not for the likes of him. He’d squandered his, took it for granted.

The vampires had won. They’ve broken him down into nothing. The leeches have taken everything from him, and even with nothing left to give, they still want more. They can’t suck him dry of his blood, so they’ll drain his life away. He misses when he didn’t know the difference.

Please - Declan writes down for the millionth time. It’s a good start. It’s just whether he pleads for mercy, or maybe for direction and orders? Just so he can know what his new master actually wants from him. It feels like he’s back at square one all over again. Stumbling in the dark, so terrified of the unknown and not knowing what to expect, how to behave and stay out of trouble. He knows now. It took everything from him, but he knows how to be good now and he just wants to show August how well behaved he can be. He won’t fight back, just so long as August tells him what to do. He’ll listen.

He could write ‘please let me go’ and leave it up to August’s interpretation, whether letting him go means returning him home or…to finally be put to rest. If August truly wants to be merciful, and follow through with his promises of no more pain; he’d put him out of his misery. It would be a kindness.

The jarring creak of the door snaps Declan out of his thoughts; he yelps and stuffs the notepad quickly under his blanket. He is quick to hide the damning evidence that will no doubt land him his first punishment from his master. He can’t lose the little comfort Sir is allowing him right now. Not yet.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I thought you’d be asleep,” August mumbles, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as his eyes dart all over the room to avoid eye contact.

Declan presses his back flat against the headboard of the bed, his spine forced pencil straight, cowering under his blanket, glancing over the top. His eyes stay peeled on August, pupils blown wide with fright. Like a scared puppy in the pound, cornered by the dog warden. He’s sure August was hoping he was asleep. It’s easier to take advantage of a blood bag when they aren’t ready for you. Declan knows. He knows all too well.

“I was just going to-" August trails off, pointing to Declan’s bedside, sheepishly scuttling over to turn up the drip. The look of panic in Declan’s eyes instantly glazes over into a foggy, far-away look. A wave of ecstasy crashes over him. Pain melting away that he didn't even notice was there, he'd long grown accustomed to it.

"There. That should be more comfortable. I hope."

Declan’s eyes roll back into his skull, eyelids fluttering shut as he lets out a low and throaty groan, slouching back into the bed. Even the panic seems to be shoved down deep in his mind, even if he doesn’t want it to. He just lets the sleep come for him, no energy to push back, and steal him under.

Only then does August notice the dozens of balls of paper littered around the room and Declan's notepad sticking up in a jagged shape underneath his blanket. August rifles through the sheets to pull it out.

“What?” August gasps to himself, flicking his thumb through page after page of just black ink blocks.

He can't make out much. It's all scribbled out. But he can make out a few words lurking underneath the abyss of swirls.

A few “please”’s are hidden in there, a “home” dotted here and there. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what the intention of the letter was. A letter crying out for mercy. Declan still can't quite comprehend, or even trust that he's in good hands. That just maybe the hell he’s endured is truly behind him and he can look forward, without having to look over his shoulder.

August can feel his heart drop in his chest. He can feel the terror radiating from the pages, and it’s devastating to think of what must have been running through Declan’s mind in the moments when he tried to write those letters.

They can't keep going like this, round in circles with this breakdown of communication. How can August ever get through to Declan if the boy can't even voice his worries and wants? There’s no way for August to guide him.

It doesn’t matter. August will figure it out. Tomorrow, he will begin the journey to help Declan recover his voice.

*!*!*!*!*!*

“D-Declan? Oh, my baby… I’m here. Sweetheart, it’s going to be okay-”

Mom?

The tears already spill down his cheeks before his eyes can flutter open. The world stands still around them. In this moment, there’s just him and her. Nothing else exists. No horrors lived through, and no monsters hiding under the bed.

She’s here. She’s really here. She doesn’t look a day older than the last time he saw her, God knows how many years ago now. Same outfit too. The scratchy wool sweater he bought her for her birthday one year, beige with bunnies on it.

His jaw stutters open, a strangled rasp making its way out instead of all the words he wishes he could say to her. How much he’s missed her, thought of her every single day that he could think, loved her with every fibre of his being when all his world was consumed with hate.

All he can do is weep, stretching his arms and reaching out for her, grabbing at the air with his hands. She daren’t wait a second longer, sprinting towards him and pulling him up into a crushing embrace, wrapping her arms so tight and burying her nose into his ruffled hair. Who knows if she’ll ever let go again?

She smells the same too. She smells like home.

After all these days of August swearing safety and freedom, all those lies he’s been fed, this is it. This is the first time he’s felt he can accept that he’s safe. Now that she’s found him, everything will be okay.

Declan squeezes tighter, tighter than ever before. He nuzzles in towards her belly and lets his eyes slip shut. It’s time to finally go home.

Then, a dark chortle rumbles above him. The sweet smell of perfume diffuses in the air, and a musty smell swims up Declan’s nostrils instead. The room feels stale, like all the light has been extinguished and the air has been sucked out of it. Or maybe it’s his own lungs; all he knows is that he can’t breathe all of a sudden. The terror grips his throat again. The arms around him crush against him, and sharp nails dig into his back.

“Aw. Needy little blood bag, aren’t we, Deccy?”

Vince.

Where did his mother go? She was just here in his arms. The world was right again, and now it’s been flipped upside down. The dark snuffs out the light, and loving touch is replaced with pain.

In the entire time Declan lay dormant, his eyes saw a thousand horrors that his mind wasn’t awake to comprehend. Now, he’s awake. Now, he can understand and feel the fear. How can that be fair? That living as a zombie, not quite here but not quite gone, is somehow miraculously better than the alternative?

Life. Life that he fought tooth and nail for. But he lost himself in the fight. And now Vince has come back to drag his sorry ass back down to that vile basement, to reclaim what’s rightfully his. It doesn’t matter how many times Declan tries to remind himself that he doesn’t belong to anyone; Vince is always there to remind him of his place.

Declan screeches, trying in vain to untangle his limbs from the demon who tore his life to shreds. He thumps his fists against Vince’s chest to get out of his grip. It doesn’t matter. Vince holds him easily. Finally, With all the strength he can muster, Declan shoves Vince out of his arms, pushing him away from the bed as he goes stumbling backwards.

But it’s not Vince who staggers away from him.

August nearly trips backwards over his own feet and stares back at Declan in astonishment, hurt painted across his face. August’s eyes are full of betrayal and concern, and Declan can’t wipe the confusion from his face. None of this makes any sense. He heard Vince, he saw him, he felt him.

“I’m so sorry. Did I spook you? I didn’t mean to. You’re okay, no-one’s going to hurt you!” August stresses, holding his palms out before him as if to demonstrate his innocence.

Declan's head is about to implode. He can't begin to fathom what's unravelling before his very eyes. Curling into himself, he wails, mourning the loss of home all over again. The universe won't grant him an uninterrupted moment of silence, not without fear.

If he could, he’d go back and talk to himself; go and speak wisdom to the poor old Declan curled up and sobbing himself to sleep on his mattress and tell him it’s okay. To stop fighting. Because what was he fighting for?

He thought he was fighting for life. But what kind of life is this suffering? Is pain and terror? Deception at every turn.

Strangely enough, Declan recalls hearing a voice telling him that. That it was okay, everything would be okay. To let himself fall, because Vince’s words would be there to catch him. The burden of thought and choice, the risk of messing up would be taken away. He’d be the perfect vessel and blood bag.

At the time, Declan thought it was Vince’s persuasion luring him into giving over that final bit of control. Sweet tempting words to let him slip away,

Now, he wonders if it was him. If it was that final bit of him left suffocating under Vince’s power, laying down the sword. Giving up the fight. Telling Declan that they lost, but that’s okay. The sweet surrender of sleep was coming.

Whatever was coming for him, was okay. It would be better.

It would have been. If it wasn’t for August. The saviour that’s condemned him…

*!*!*!*!*

Declan jumps awake in his bed, springing to sit upright, a scream tearing its way out of his dry throat, drenched in cold sweats through to the sheets. He pats his cheeks, feeling the dampness of tears latch to his fingertips.

It wasn't real.

No-one is there. A sliver of moonlight spotlights the space where August was standing moments ago. No, not August, Not Vince… or Mom. She was never here, they're still worlds apart. And it's like a knife to the heart, losing her all over again.

He's living to suffer, despite the words his captors try to delude him with. Alive under August's wish only, to feed from and toy with. It doesn’t matter that August hasn’t used him yet. He will. Declan knows it. It’s August who is responsible for this; he caused that vile nightmare. August had drugged him in the middle of the night.

The blood pounds in Declan’s ears, his heartbeat thumping rabbit fast in his chest. Panic beats him to a pulp, and he chokes on his own wet sobs as he desperately gasps to catch his breath. He rocks back and forth in his bed, slamming his palm over his mouth to trap in the cries.

Footsteps thunder down the hallway, and Declan’s ears prick up at the sound of sprinting at lightning pace as August and Lucas burst into the room. They both look terrified. They must have heard the blood-curdling scream echo through the house, and come running that very second. To subdue him again, Declan is sure.

"Declan! Everything okay in here-?"

Declan doesn't respond, he can't - he's too busy crying himself into hysterics, hyperventilating for breath. His eyes so wild, bloodshot red that they nearly matched those of the monster gawking at him in shock.

“What’s wrong? What happened?!” August gasps, rushing to one side of Declan's bed, Lucas the other. Declan cries out again, rolling away from August and reaching out for Lucas for protection, grabbing onto his t-shirt and burrowing his face to hide away. He must look so pathetic right now. But Lucas is the one thing he's got left that’s closest to humanity in this place. An ally, someone he can rely on.

“C-Ca…Can’t-” Declan pants, sucking in desperate breaths as nausea twists in his gut.

He can’t do it. He can’t cope anymore. He can’t be here, he can’t be food, or a plaything. Whatever he’s done in his life to deserve this, he’s so fucking sorry. But surely it’s time served by now, there has to be a point where he’s suffered enough. He deserves to go home and be free like the vampire keeps promising him he can. Why give him false hope? So he can revel in watching it be crushed again?

Lucas kneels down to Declan’s level, shooting him a solemn look. He slowly reaches for Declan’s trembling hand and places it flat on his chest, “Do what I do, yeah? Match my breathing. Slowly now, in and out.”

Declan feels his hand puff out with Lucas’ chest, following his exaggerated breaths. He focuses solely on matching, keeping in time–he does know how to do what he’s told, after all. He keeps inhaling through the nose…deep breath…back out again through the mouth. His eyes stay trained on Lucas’, and they breathe together until Declan’s back in the rhythm and the staccato gasps for air are no more.

“There we go. You’ve got this. It’s going to be okay,” Lucas consoles, beaming a smile at him. Deep down, Declan feels like he may be able to spare a pinch of trust in him.

“I think you just had a bad dream. You’re safe, Declan," August chimes in. He sounds as though he’s trying to comfort, and even if Declan doesn’t believe him, he tries his best to not to scream at the top of his lungs to stop lying, no matter how badly he wants to. It doesn’t matter anyway. August probably knows exactly what he’s thinking. They always do.

"Can you say it back to me? You’re safe.”

Declan presses his lips together. Not a chance. He's not falling for it, not playing along with the sick mind games. That is, of course, until Lucas nods encouragingly at him, a reassuring smile begging him to at least try. Maybe if they hear it, hear him try, they’ll leave him alone.

“S-...s-sa-” Declan stammers and stutters, his voice barely rising above a whisper. The entire time, his brain is begging him to not believe his own words.

When was the last time he truly felt safe?

“-fe. S-sa..fe”

Who is safe anymore? Where is safe? What does that word even mean anymore? He thought maybe Lucas was safe… and he seems it. But maybe he's just as bad, he's complicit. Declan pulls his hand away from Lucas and holds it close to him. It’s a fool's game to trust.

“S-Sa..fe.”

He’ll never be safe again.

Declan bursts into tears, shaking his head furiously and snatching his notepad from the bedside stand. August stops and takes a step back to give him space. Declan feels August’s eyes as he writes.

L I E S

August crumbles to his knees at the sight of the words. Declan doesn’t understand. If he’s angry, why doesn’t he just hurt Declan like Vince always did? Why go through the motions of pretending to care? It’s not as if it makes a difference. Declan is August’s to use, no matter what.

"Declan, please believe me. It's not a lie."

LET ME GO

"I will. I promise I'm not - I'm not keeping you here. You’re not a prisoner. No harm will ever come to you. You just need to heal, then we can look at getting you home. I can’t send you back like this - a shell of yourself."

The mask slips, August has finally dropped the ball. Just like Declan knew he would eventually. He’s being sent back to Vince. Patched up and shipped back. He just can’t believe August can dare refer to it as ‘home’. He was right all along, he knew August was tricking him. It doesn’t make it hurt any less, knowing that when he’s recovered and healthy, August will hand him back over to Vince so he can be broken all over again.

It’s not fair that he woke up. It’s not. He’s been through hell and back. What is the fucking point if he’s only being made strong enough so that they can drain him all over again? They had no right to wake him up. They had no right to continue his suffering. Who gave August the right to play god?

Special thank you to @whumpcereal for the amazing beta on this for me! <3 and to @darkthingshappen and @sparrowsage for cheering me on when I was struggling!

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monster-match-if · 3 months ago

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Oh hey, I have two new questions!

First one is a more general one: you said MC would be able to be turned into a vampire or werewolf. But do other supernatural species have the ability to "turn" humans? Vampires and werewolves turning humans are a fiction staple, but other species are a rarer thing which is a shame, so I'm wondering about this setting.

Second one is more cibled: about Sei's romance again. Since we still have to couple up with other contestants, will MC be able to tell their "in-game partner" that they are not interested in them because they are attracted by the host? At least do so in secret since it's better to hide that from the public (well, at the very least at the start). Cause you know, I imgine if MC gets along with their "partner" even if they realize they are not actually interested romantically in them, they may want to come clean about that to avoid hurting them or giving them false hopes.

Hey^^ These are some really good questions! 1. I thought about this, but I'm not 100% on it. Besides the vampire and the werewolf, I have the cecaelia marked as being able to grant MC gills for a time, but I was picturing it as something that needs to be constantly renewed. Now, personally, I'd love to be a tentacled monster under the sea 🤣 but would I be bending the rules a bit too much if all monsters in game had this option?🤔The kitsune could also work as a type of were-fox. Another option I was considering was giving MC magic of their own and making them be able to simulate some of the traits as in turn the lower body into a snake, octopus, elongate the ears like an elf and gain agility to frolic in the woods :)) But it would work like a potion with a time limit. I'll think about this a bit more, but that's what I had in mind so far. The only one I don't want MC to be able to turn into are the elves, just because there's an added little angst factor with their lifespan and Eli would be shortening their live considerably by choosing and mating with MC (lord of the rings style, just fading away after partner's death) 2. The public will 100% not know the entire time - at most, there might be a tweet about how MC and RO look like good friends. But telling the RO MC is coupled with will be possible. I am not 100% sure if there'll be consequences though.😅 The way I have it planned for now is the MC will always win the show, just because I think it would be disappointing to the readers not to. But I was considering some options for MC and their partner to come in second... A scorned RO trying and failing to pretend they're in a happy relationship with MC while MC is in love with the Host... would be a very good option 😂 But I'm thinking of doing this only if MC also got close to the contestant RO, had fluffy moments, kissed and then in the final week sprung it on them that they'll be going home with the naga 😂 Not 100% on this either though, as it would be 10 times easier to just always have MC win and then split it from there what they do with the money and who they leave the show with.

#thank you so much for the ask! 🖤#monster match #monster match if #interactive fiction #twine interactive fiction

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duckapus · 6 months ago

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Since splatfest is it's own thing in the squid meme au what teams was Meggy?

(so I'm going with the North American Splatfests for this since in SMG4 canon the Mushroom Kingdom and Inkadia are in the US for some reason)

Splatoon 1

(since this would all be before she met Mario I can only base them off her pre-character development personality and Vibes. I have explanations for a few of them but for most I'm kinda-sorta picking at random)

Cats (since she eventually gets a cat in canon)

Roller Coasters

Marshmallows (we saw how that one food fight episode went)

Autobots

Art

Planes

Ninjas

Burgers

Naughty

Future

Pokemon Blue

Snowman

Spongebob

Costume Party

Early Bird (She would be a Morning Person, wouldn't she?)

Marie (I HC that she used to have a celebrity crush on Marie. Because I Can)

Splatoon 2

Cake

Ketchup

Flight (Mostly because she picked her team right after getting home from Mario's Challenge and was thinking that flight would've made some of those floors a lot easier to get through)

Vampire (This one's just for me ;))

Sci-Fi (the Fest started the same day she did a Matrix scene for a movie audition, it just makes sense)

Sock (honestly she kind of just picked one at random since she was too worried about Paige to really care. she almost didn't bother going at all)

Action (duh)

Money

Egg

Soccer (anyone notice a pattern developing?)

Leo (okay losing streak aside I genuinely think Leo would be her favorite of the four)

Mikey

Raph

No Pulp (the texture just feels wrong to her)

Octopus (She ended up in matches with Desti a few times and it was awkward being on the same side)

Fork (FINALLY A WIN! Just in time for Waluigi Time...)

Skipped (she was a little busy being the first victim of the Waluigi Apocalypse)

Treat

Salsa (she may or may not be allergic to avocados)

Hero

Friends (considering what I've implied Meggy and Paige's parents are like compared to the NSS and Glitchy Gang is it really surprising?)

Pancakes (she might have just flipped a coin for this one)

Skipped (she doesn't have time for Splatfest there's TRAINING TO BE DONE!!!)

Skipped (kind of hard to participate in Splatfest when all your weapons are stolen)

Skipped (both because she wouldn't have had time with the Tournament going on and...you know...the whole Being Kidnapped Thing)

Narwhals (after Mario's pep talk part of her getting back into the swing of things includes doing Splatfest stuff)

Chaos (she probably would've picked Order before she met Mario, but...)

Ketchup (a lot of things have changed for Meggy. her preference in condiments isn't one of them)

Treat

Super Mushroom (apparently she likes how they taste)

Splatoon 3

(I know she doesn't live in or even near Splatsville but thanks to the DLC we know that Inkopolis participates in Splatsville Splatfests and I figure that by this point there's be a large enough population of Inkfish living in the Mushroom Kingdom that they would too. Plus Meggy's still at least part inkling and is still culturally an Inkling so...)

Rock

Skipped (since her very existence happened to be illegal at the time and she and every other OC dropped dead the exact same day the Fest started)

Grass

Sweet

Milk Chocolate

Aliens (in honor of Greg, of course)

Courage

Skipped (depending on how the timeline works out this is either during or immediately after everyone being stuck in a simulation for about a month. no way they're bothering with an ice cream Splatfest of all things)

Love (time changes a person)

Big Man (she did feel a little awkward picking between people she considers friends by this point. that being said, BIG MAAAAAAAN!!!!!)

Skeleton (I know this happens at the same time as Heist WotFI but she isn't even in that episode (I don't care that she was credited for the song that was her voice actress not Meggy herself she was not physically present and had no idea what anyone was doing that night))

Hug

Friends

Friday

[We interrupt this broadcast to bring you PUZZLEVISION!!!]

[And this one too!]

Save the World (obviously)

#i wish squid memes were real au #meggy spletzer #splatfest #you know how desti was genuinely convinced that meggy was a talentless loser when she first debuted?#to the point where she somehow thought MARIO was more impressive despite him being human. and mario.#yeah meggy's big splatfest losing streak between vampire vs werewolf and fork vs spoon is meant to feed into that #some of these could be subject to change depending on writing choices (if i ever get around to actually making a fic)#i will Not be writing these lists for any of the other characters do you have any idea how long this took!?

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raggstorice · 1 year ago

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So uh...

An anon( I think) asked for Jamil/Azul headcanons Azul/Idia headcanons or Azul/Idia/Jamil headcanons and I accidentally posted the answer before I was ready, panicked, and deleted it not realizing it would delete the ask too.

Oopsy?

(IM NOT IRRESPONSIBLE I SWEAR)

Anyways I'm doing all of them

Jamil/Azul:

An OTP of mine. I love them. Chapter Four was the gayest shit since sliced bread.(and vampire nails those are-)

@masterofrecords has an amazing fic for them it's gorgeous. (MARRY ME YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD)

Anyways. Headcanons!

In above mentioned fic Jamil makes food for people to say that he cares about them. And he makes food for Azul. A lot. Soyeahthatsathingnow.

Azul comes to ALL of Jamils basketball games! The American football movie stereotype!

Azul likes Jamil's shiny hair things. Octopus instinct.

Jamil gives Azul shiny things as gifts.

"hey I found this coin in the vault at Scarabia do you-" "YES"

Jamil will never see that coin again

Azul/Idia

BOARD GAME CLUB BOARD GAME CLUB!!!

The nerd duo

This ship has really grown on me!

There's a comic on the Twisted Wonderland subreddit by u/Kamapon that really introduced me to the ship! It's slightly suggestive but it's so good! The art honestly looks official.

Gossip buddies over chess

"Did you hear? The science club room was set on fire." "EXCUSE ME WHAT?"

Idia is so shocked his hair flares up and the Board game clubroom almost catches too.

Idia takes Azul to a Premo concert and Azul just stares at their shiny costumes and light sticks

The blue lipstick gets everywhere.

Jamil/Azul/Idia

THE GRAND FINALE!!! This is so cute!

Obviously Azul and Idia go on dates to Jamil's games.

Jamil and Azul once held a conversation as to who could make Idia's hair the pinkest.

The only time it turned fully pink was when both of them worked together. Yay! THE POWER OF... Ship? What's a romantic word for friendship?

Azul introduces Jamil and Idia.

"this is Idia! He also doesn't like people!"

"...Azul. listen to yourself."

Everyone else on campus thinks they're weird.

They are.

Authors Note: IM SO SORRY ANON 😭😭😭😭

#twisted wonderland #idia shroud #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #idiazul #azujami #jamiazu #ashenviper #Idia x Azul x Jamil #headcanons #twst jamil #twst idia #twst azul #anon ask #ask response #answered

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rottenzombrainz · 25 days ago

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Tokyo Debunker OC lore dump!!

I made a Tokyo Debunker OC like all the other cool people in the fandom😼

I am no artist but I tried!!! it's hard to draw when you're a decaying zombie with rigor mortis :/

woo hoo time for a lore dump!!

Her name is Allister (just like me bc it's the best name ever!! defiantly not cus I'm bad with names!) and she's a member of Jabberwock (and by proxy, a ghoul)

Allister's stigma is kinda similar to Jin's? just a little. She can compel people to do things, but it doesn't work best on *people*. Her stigma works better on lower-intelligence creatures which is why she's so good with animals.

Also it's not apart of her being a ghoul, but shes immune to almost all poisons, venoms, and disease cus she's a special snowflake!! She often pesters Yuri to do research on this condition of hers so she has an excuse to hang around Mortkranken and see Jiro.

Allister is a transfer student from America. She moved to Japan after a certain incident... *foreshadows tragic backstory*...

Her special artifact is a butterfly knife that can shrink and grow. It's just barely sentient , so she can control it with her stigma. She often uses it like a boomerang. She also named her artifact "Billie"

Allister is incredibly researched in Cryptozoology and all matters relating to the undead. She's also pretty good with just regular zoology and biology, but she sucks ass in everything else.

She takes care of an anomalous octopus she claims was "gifted to her by The Mighty Cthulhu" (she found it while on a mission). Allister decided "this is my child now" and named the octopus "Kithy". Kithy isn't a baby kraken like Calamari, but he's relatively the same size. Kithy isn't dangerous at all, just very, VERY mischievous. Allister's stigma is why she's such a good candidate to be Kithy's caretaker and in Jabberwock in general. Though she doesn't really have to use her stigma on Kithy since he sees her as her mom anyways. She prefers to work with reptiles, but she loves all animals.

As you may have noticed, Alli is an emo kween 🖤🩸⛓️ She accessorizes to high hell (ignore that she doesn't have many in the artwork) and enjoys pushing the boundaries of the Darkwick dress code >:3

About that tragic backstory I teased a few paragraphs ago.... She left America because her vampire fianceé was murdered by her rival, Lucy. Lucy is this bitch that just likes to fuck with Allister cus she can. "haha I killed the women you were gonna have turn you into a vampire and marry". Typical Lucy shenanigans!!!

Allister, unlike me, is not a lazy decaying zombie, so she does her part to help around Jabberwock - mainly trying to pick up Ren's slack. I imagine the two of them have a sibling-rivarly-like relationship. Also their rooms are right next to each other so they like annoying the other with their music/movie volume.

Allister gets along with the other members of Jabberwock too - she gets along with most people. Except for the Sinostra members.... she despises them for being "the cool ones who get red in their uniform". She also doesn't really like Yuri that much but she sucks up to him anyways so he's more likely to let her hang around Mortkranken

Speaking of uniforms- Allister is constantly changing her fit depending on where she's doing. There's her school uniform, of course, and The Jumpsuit..., but she also has a casual fits she likes to wear when working around the park, usually made up of a band tee and jean shorts. Whenever she's loitering helping out at Mortkranken, she wears a cute little red velvet bodycon dress and a lab coat. Whenever she's out on missions, she goes all out on the wardrobe too. She's a little fashionista ✨

final tidbit of lore for her - Her favorite flower is the Spider Lily, which is also the nickname Towa calls her. There's a lot of meaning to spider lilies. Rebirth and renewal, eternal separation, paying tribute to the dead, and I think all of those really suit her.

I put a lot of love and crying over my lack of art skills into her, so I hope you guys like her at least a little bit 🫶🫶🫶

#tkdb #tokyo debunker #tdb #tokyo debunker oc #oc #i have severe eye strain from drawing and writing on my phone but im too comfy to get out of bed #my fingers are cramping

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