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mischiefmanagers · 1 year ago

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Azriel Fic Rec Library 🦇💙

In no particular order, here's an extensive list of Azriel x Reader or Azriel x OC fics that I've compiled for those who can't get enough of him. I literally maxed out the number of tags/links you can include on a post for this 😂

🌼 personal favorite 🥀 angst 💞 fluff 🔥 smut

by @acourtofmenandthirst

You Called 🥀💞

by @moonlightazriel

Before you 🔥🥀

The truth about you 🥀💞🔥

The family we choose 💞

by @thelov3lybookworm

I Didn't Ask For This 🌼🥀

Finally Safe 🌼🥀

My brother. 💞

by @writingsbychlo

SWEET LIKE SUGAR 🌼💞🥀

false confessions 🌼🥀

how we survive 🥀

by @readychilledwine

Slow Hands 🌼💞🔥

Bound by Fate 🌼🥀💞🔥

Little Bat, Big Dreams 💞

Beauty in Pain 🥀

Devotion 💞

by @leafsandstarlight

Forced Revelations

by @lalacliffthorne

the basic rules of friendship 💞🔥

motorcycle 💞

by @bubbles-for-all-of-us

Hear the lonely cry out 🥀

Can you love me most? 🥀

Baby daddy 💞

by @draemgal

master of disguise 💞

by @azsazz

Nightlight 🥀

Wrong Side of the Right Coin Azriel x Reader x Eris 🥀

Just Hold On 🥀💞

What Lies Ahead

Bleed for Me

by @xoxonyxx

What Should've Been 💞

by @illyrian-dreamer

Spin the bottle 💞🥀

Our girl Azriel x Cassian x Reader 🥀

by @acourtofwhatthefuck

Practice On Me 💞🔥

by @danikamariewrites

Sixth Sense 💞

Shell 💞

Fever Dreams 🥀💞

Please Don't Go 🥀💞

Pointless Fights 🥀

Perfect Princess 💞

by @lidiasloca

more than this 🥀

by @tadpolesonalgae

please... 🌼🥀

washing his wings 💞

Can't Bring Myself To Hate You 🌼🥀🔥

His Personal Assistant

by @mother-above

The Golden Warrior 🌼

by @aquanova99

The Shadow and the Seraphim

by @fieldofdaisiies

Oh Those Romance Novels 🔥

Love's A Burden 🥀

by @ellievickstar

Between Two worlds

by @florence-end

Worst kept secret 💞

Stitch up

by @redheadspark

Reunited 💞🥀

Hold 🥀💞

by @acourtofmarvels

Miracle 🥀

by @bookish-whore

Haunted 🥀

by @honeybeefae

7 Minutes In Heaven 🔥🔥

Shadows of Fire Azriel x Reader x Eris 🔥🔥

by @reverie-verse

Ooops Mating Bond 🌼💞

by @cassiefromhell

Unexpected Azriel x Reader x Eris 💞🥀

by @ladylokilaufeyson5

A Little Helping Hand 🌼💞

I Will Always Find You 💞🥀

by @azrielhours

Soft Spot 🌼🔥💞

I want you to rest 💞🥀

Kiss Thief 💞

Soul Song 💞

Restless Dreams 🥀

Stolen Away 💞

Waiting for You 💞🥀

by @liahaslosthermind

Swarming children and elbows to the face 💞

by @itsphoenix0724

Tickle My Strings 🔥

by @jeannineee

Apology 💞

Umbra et Ventus

Blue and Red Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Stubble 💞

Illyrian Babies Azriel x Cassian x Reader 💞

Closure 🥀🔥

by @violette-hue

Fated 🔥

by @angelshadowsinger

Supposed to Be Together 🥀🔥

Prized Possession 🥀💞

by @callmeblaire

little friends 💞

by @fairydustblossom

tied to you 🥀💞

losing control🥀💞

pre relationship fluff 💞

by @throneofsapphics

up all night Azriel x Reader x Cassian 💞

by @arrantsnowdrop

Starlight 💞

Wrongly Accused 🥀🔥💞

by @clairebear08

Hide and Seek 💞

Betrayal 🥀

by @starlightandsouls

My Angel 💞

Yours To Keep And Cherish 💞

Bookshop Brawls 💞

by @azrielscrown

the secret of seduction 💞🔥

wake me up. 💞

by @glittergelpensblog

Shadow and Song

In the Dark

by @azriels-shadowsinger

brother's best friend 💞

by @xreaderbooks

Two sides 🥀

by @vacant--body

stay with me 🥀🔥

by @whisperingmidnights

We Shall Become Monsters 🌼

by @wishfulwithwine

You Belong With Me 🥀

by @queen--of--shadows

Healing Shadows 🌼

by @ochiolism

winter's frost

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drekkavac-moving · 3 months ago

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The nature of their relationship would likely remain anyone's guess for some time. The two of them love this life , but both of them had also seen what happens when you let yourself love someone , only to lose them in this business. It was wrong , but it was all to easy to let yourself believe that being alone was easier. Somehow safer. Maybe in the moment it felt safer , but in the long run she knew that was no way to live. Her own parents were living proof of that fact. Being alone wasn't the way to live. Trusting someone to have your back was always going to be worth the heartache you felt when you eventually lost them.

Anya took a hold of him , wincing slightly at the pain from moving ... but it wasn't anything she hadn't been through before. If there was someone who could get knocked down a hundred times , & still get back up ... It was Anya. A real pro at bring thrown about and beat to shit ... & still manage to get back up again.

" Wow .. Springin for room service? " There was a tone of disbelief in her voice as they began their trek back to the car , & then from there , the motel. Room service wasn't something they usually sprang for. It was too expensive for what it was. The main draw being the convenience factor of not having to leave. A convenience factor they happened to need right now ... But Anya wasn't about to miss the opportunity to poke some fun at Dean. Even while barely limping along. " You finally treating me to a date Winchester? "

@oozeyboozey

It took a special kind of stupid to stay in the hunting business long-term the way they did, and it was a quality they shared. Probably the craziest part was that Dean admired it in her even as he worried for her safety. He might not be able to look at himself and see a hero, but there was no doubt in his mind that Anya was.

It hadn't escaped Dean's noticed that things had shifted for them too. He was doing his best to ignore it because changing their relationship would only complicate things, but he was lying to himself if he thought he could ignore it forever. His heart had always been his biggest strength and his biggest weakness. He cared about them.

He wrapped an arm around her waist to help her get to her feet. He could carry her to the car but wouldn't make her suffer the indignity of it unless he had to. "Yeah? Maybe we'll even go nuts and call room service. You've earned it."

#║▌ verse. 05. daddy’s little girl hunting monsters. // supernatural.#║▌ interactions. // vvaywardhunter. verse 05.

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evansbuck-ley · 1 month ago

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I have become obsessed with the Henry verse!! It's so cute it makes my heart melt! I was just wondering what's Henry's reaction to being a big brother now??

oh henry is obsessed with rosie

so the day that she was surrounded at the fire station henry was with his grampy bobby. they had been busy all afternoon in bobby’s vegetable garden so henry was completely clueless to what his dads were getting up to back at the 118. it wasn’t until much later he started getting an inkly that something was going on, bc he’s 5 and a half now, he was a clever boy. bobby excused himself from dinner and went into the other room to answer his phone. henry could hear mumbles from the other room but athena was still sat there doing her best to distract him.

when bobby came back to the kitchen he announced, sleep over and henry was thrilled bc more time with grampy bobby!! after dinner bobby tucked him into bed and told him that they were going to meet someone very special the next day and henry was beyond excited.

the next day bobby drives them to the hospital, buck and tommy still had paper work to fill out and a social worker had to do a home visit before they could take her home. when bobby carried henry into the small private room that the one of the nurses had set up for them, the boy was practically vibrating. bobby put henry down on the floor and took off running to where his daddy was sat cradling rosie. tommy scooped him up before he had the chance to collide into bucks legs.

they tell her she is his baby sister and henry just starts gushing over her, when is she coming home daddy? can i hold her? she’s so little daddy. do you think she will come and watch the monster trucks with us and uncle eddie papa?

as they grow up henry’s is just as obsessed, he’s her protector, her first best friend. he plays princess with her when she’s four, he help her with her math homework when she’s six, he’s there when she gets her heart broken for the first time when she’s 13. he loves her as much as a big brother can love his littler sister.

#HENRYVERSE HENRYVERSE HENRYVERSE #ended up a lot longer than I thought lmao #bucktommy #henryverse #they are my favourite thing to talk about

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valentine-cafe · 4 months ago

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May I have a croissant and red velvet cake please!?!?

[Afab reader]

Just thinking about being obsessed with sucking their dick! And they can talk about anything because you just get so dumb and empty-headed when you suck cock!! Like imagine sucking Rishen's cock and Jingyi walks in to talk to him! And you take a second time to notice Jingyi is in the room!! And you get so pouty when you pull yourself away to ask

"Huh? What happened?"

And Rishen will just coo at you, stroking your cheek with her thumb while he tells you

"Nothing baby, keep going."

AAAHHH!! And you do!! But then you realize that Jingyi is right there!! So what's even better than sucking one cock!? Sucking three!!:D So when you pull away this time you won't be so pouty, and you'll look at Jingyi expectantly, and he'll already know what you want!!

"Oh sweetheart, I'm a bit too busy for that."

And you'll just stare at him with big eyes and a pout because you just wanna suck his dick!!:( Sure you're holding Rishen's cock in one hand, but you have another for a reason!!!>:[

"Please daddy?"

And if he wasn't hard before, he sure is now. You already had him when he saw you between Rishen's legs, if we're being honest here. He just likes teasing you. Rishen would tug at the scalp of your hair, snapping your head towards her.

"You haven't forgotten about me have you, carino?"

And you'll just shake your head and get right back to sucking his cock!! You don't want her thinking you're neglecting her!!:( But you also don't wanna neglect Jingyi!! So you'll pull your panties down for him so he can use whatever hole he wants!!:D You just like getting stuffed full of their cocks!!

-🍄

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 209 jìngyí & rishen ⊹ ۪ ࣪

. ˚◞꒰ 🍰 mad scientist x reader, mad doctor x reader, spider monster x reader, moth monster x reader, mantis x reader, snake monster x reader, yanderes x reader, villains x reader, cw: blowjob, oral fixation, double penetration, tendril fucking, cum eating. ꒱

they both find you absolutely adorable. with your sheer need to have their cocks down your throat or pumping at it until you can taste their cum.

this time is no different. rishen strokes his hand through your hair. groaning softly at your skilled lips and uttering hushed praises to you before he’s glancing over at jìngyí and continuing their conversation about the newest experiment.

you don’t have the slightest clue of what they’re talking about. of course you don’t! you’re too busy trying to be a good darling and suck off your lover’s cock in the way that makes him buck his hips.

oh you get so happy when he stutters a thrust. lets you know just how well you’re doing.

when you slip your panties down you feel a smooth appendage down below. yelping when you realise one of rishen’s tendrils ventured between your legs.

this is the only time you’ll part from his cock. a bit of drool on your lips as you huff at him.

“don’t be greedy,”

you give his tip a little tap with your index - and his grin will turn into a laugh. oh, you’re so adorable.

“mhhm, sorry love. can’t help it.”

he’d withdraw just as you feel jìngyí filling you to the brim. pulling your body up and over the other chair so that he does not have to kneel.

“oh you are such a good sweetheart, aren’t you?”

the doctor smiles. reaching forward to play with your head and guide your mouth back down his husband’s cock. he’d lean over to give rishen a quick kiss before they continue their conversation.

all while you’re there between them. getting filled in both holes and completely oblivious to the talk. you don’t care. as long as you’re brimming full.

#⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ daydreams — herrera husbands ꒱#monster fucker #terato #teratophillia #smut #monster x reader #mad scientist x reader #mad doctor x reader #snake monster x reader #moth monster x reader #spider monster x reader #mantis monster x reader #x reader #oc x reader #original character x reader #rishen 209 #jingyi 209 #herrera husbands #asterism

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tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors · 3 months ago

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i feel like "the perfect soulmate of an abuser is someone easy to abuse" is sm more interesting if you frame it as like. "the soulmate of someone vulnerable/insecure is an abuser".. lmk if this is just me projecting but the idea that like. self realisation and recognising you can choose your person i feel is potentially such an important lesson for anyone in pieces verse who just accepts that their abusive partner is the one for them just because theyre soulmates, like you are the right person for them because you need to learn to value yourself before you can be happy with anyone

very good way of framing it! okay so this is about to get kind of paleophilosophical and a little bit religious so bear with me

in a lot of religions in antiquity (and my specialty is indo-european so thats where im coming from) there is a pervasive theme of things that are both opposite and twin to each other. Apollo and Artemis, Manu and Manavi, Romulus and Remus, the World Tree and the Well Beneath, Manos and Yemos, even Hera and Zeus

this is the basic idea im trying to get across with soulmates and pieces - pairs of people that are, through either differences or similarities or both, uniquely suited to pair. and 'paired' not necessarily mean healthy or good

in a perfect world, Jo having more trust for Leona than anyone and Leona being ride or die for her would have given them an unbreakable bond and they could have been true girlboss yuri unity. instead, Leona's unwavering loyalty meant never pushing back even when Jo needed her to, and Jo trusted Leona the most but still not enough to listen if if Leona had said something. in this, they are matched for better or worse

in a perfect world, perhaps Trista is a mid 20-something who takes control of her reproductive and financial rights by taking Winston as a noble sugar daddy, and he is content to provide for her without expectation, or some other similar scenario. instead winston is a monster, who is suited to having someone to control. In both scenarios, Trista is someone who needs security and arguably rescue, the difference in the second is that she needs is from Winston.

And she does, technically, get it by matching to Winston! i made a 'traffic cone orange = warning' joke but im honestly thinking of it more like a target or even a beacon. something that says 'i am in need of help, someone help me.' because there's nothing wrong with needing help, or rescue, or to be saved.

all of which is to say that what trista needed, really, was to be set free. in perfect world, Winston would have done it, but in this one his 'perfect' role is to to trigger it, so Trista can grow strong enough to decide she doesnt need a pair at all.

#ask #Anonymous #pieces verse

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trashbag-baby666 · 8 months ago

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Fuck it, Everett/Dougie hs au hc’s!!!

MOTA Masterlist!

•Are they dating? I don’t know…? No one truly knows.

•They call each other bestie a lot and they change their names in each others phones like once a week. One week Everett is ‘sexy bean pole🫛🥵’ another week Dougie is ‘Daddy✨💕🎀’ Y’know stupid shit like that!

•They have a special spot out in the state park that only the two of them know how to get to. Or at least they just found it while walking and just kept going back there. It’s right on the river that runs through the park.

•They like to go out there and just lay there and be in each other’s presence. Sometimes they yap about this, that, and the other. Sometimes they don’t, it all just depends on how they’re feeling.

•They spend a lot of time sitting in empty parking lots they go and get snacks. They park and smoke a jay, drink their 7/11 slurpee’s. Then they turn on Nicki Minaj and just totally sit there and jam.

•The only person who’s ever out Nicki Minajed John was Everett. He proudly can say he can rap her entire verse in Monster.

•Dougie made out with him after he watched him do it.

•On Saturdays the two go to garage sales with Brady and Ham.

•Everett likes to find all his Hawaiian button ups at garage sales and the thrift!!! He said, it adds character to them if they’re maybe a little haunted.

•They pass Dougies cart in the back of Brady’s car on the way to the antique center. By the time they’ve arrived and parked both are clutching the others hand tight as they walk through the large antique store.

“James.”

“What?”

“I just saw that doll move.”

“Shut up, stop its eyes are staring into my soul.”

•Both are clinging onto one another and Brady has to come escort them away.

•Because Dougies mom is from Chicago and both Everett’s dad and step mom are from Minnesota and California. The other gets lonely if they go to visit family, whether it’s vacation or holidays. They FaceTime each other before bed and they text all the time. All the guys know the routine of them being whiny if the other isn’t there. They both huff and puff and act like their husband is at war.

•The two of them will sit across the room from each other sending the nastiest sexts backs and forth.

•There’s a time where Curt’s reading over Dougies shoulder. He thinks about it like a car crash, he wants to look away but he can’t. He also wants to see how this plays out.

•But it’s not long before Everett gets up to ‘use the bathroom’ and Dougie gets up five minutes later to ‘get something to drink.’

•They’re gone for awhile and you can hear the sounds of them throwing each other around.

•Nasty boys.

#what’s waited till tomorrow starts tonight au #masters of the air #mota #mota hs au #everett blakely #james douglass #blakely/douglass #the doll thing is based on true events #it was a very scary day

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hargrove · 1 year ago

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🎥 single dad verse

Send 🎥 for a random scene of my muse’s life

➠ info on his single dad verse can be found here

.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·. It was midmorning, the sun was shining bright. The sound of waves breaking on the sand intertwined with distant laughter, talking, and someone's boombox playing The Cure's, Friday, I'm in Love. Where was Def Leppard when you needed them, Billy wondered to himself. The lawn chair he sat in was old and creaky, but he didn't care. He was basking in the feel of the sun drying water from his body, leaving behind the salt that stuck to his skin and hair. The twenty-five year old was enjoying his day off. Surfing in the morning, now lazing about until he had to think about lunch.

That wasn't to say he had no responsibilities, though. The source of all of his focus lay in his lap, head resting against his chest, completely passed out. His four year old daughter was tuckered out, hidden under a damp towel that shielded her from the sun. Blonde curls still stuck out, though, blowing lightly in the breeze. Sandy was his whole world. Her mom had skipped town when she was barely a month old, leaving Billy to raise her on his own. Being a parent wasn't something he was necessarily, good at. It's not as though he even knew what a good parent looked like. But he knew one thing for certain: he'd never abandon or hurt his little girl the way his own parents had done to him.

That point was only driven home by the thoughts that burdened his mind at that very moment. Eyes gazed out at the ocean as he breathed in the nearly tangible peace it brought him. He'd had to give up his home once before when he was forced to move to Hawkins, Indiana. That was only the beginning of the nightmare, of course. He learned all about monsters and just how real they were. He'd barely made it out of there alive. Glancing down, he could see faint tendrils of the scar in the middle of his chest that was mostly obscured by Sandy's sleeping head. The thought of going back there scared the hell out of him, but as his eyes moved to the toddler shaped towel on his torso, he knew that it was the best option.

Max and Susan knew all about Sandy. Despite him not actually being related to the Mayfields, they considered him family. And both of them wanted to help him in raising his energetic bundle of chaotic joy. He tried doing it on his own, but as he she grew, it was getting harder. Maybe a dad wasn't enough. Maybe a girl needed her aunt and grandmother, too. He'd be giving up everything, though. The only place in the world that he felt peace. His home. Only to return to his biggest nightmare.

As the four year old began to stir, though, Billy knew it wasn't even a question if it meant her happiness and well being. San Diego was hardly his everything. His real home was curled up in his arms in that very moment. Small, bluish-green eyes blinked up at him from where they peeked out under the towel. "Hey Heathen," he said quietly with a little smile.

She perked up at the familiar nickname. "Hi Daddy."

"You want to go on an adventure?" he asked.

That instantly got her attention and she sat up a little, the towel falling to her shoulders. "To space?" she asked excitedly.

"No." He shook his head with an amused smirk.

"Cannland?"

He actually chuckled as she tried to say Candyland. "Nope. We're going to Hawkins."

Sandy blinked, looking utterly confused. "Hos- Hop- Hokt- -Tins?"

"You're gonna get to meet your Auntie Max. And if you're nice, she might even teach you how to skateboard like the big kids."

That did it. Sandy lit up and grinned, her tiny teeth shining in the sun.

"It means we have to say goodbye to the beach, though. But we'll get snow." He hated snow, but Sandy had never experienced it, so he knew it might sound exciting to her. "We'll get woods. We'll get..." There really wasn't much going for Hawkins, was there?

"Tanty Mass!"

"Auntie Max," Billy confirmed. "So what do you say, Heathen? You in?"

The toddler took a moment, looking to the ocean as though it were a friend she'd have to leave. She looked sad for a moment, and Billy could relate. But then she turned her attention back to him, the spitfire energy ablaze in her eyes that he knew all too well. "Yes!"

"Alright then. Hawkins, here we come."

#greenscrunchy #✘♚✘ here i go again on my own ✘ oneshot #✘♚✘ i wanna be somebody – somebody soon ✘ headcanon #v ✘ sweet child o mine : single dad au

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iswitchforgunil · 5 months ago

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Hello! I’m Kay! And I’m a weirdo with millions of filthy fantasies about K-pop idols in my tiny little brain. I run a mostly NSFW blog so anyone who is 17 or under please don’t interact. That also includes people who don’t like the sexualizing of real people. Any and all hate comments will be taken down and the person who made the comment will be blocked.

Children and haters are not allowed here! Only love is welcomed here!

What I like to write

NSFW/sexual content

SFW/fluffs and angst

Submissive male idols x femdom reader

Switch male idol x fem switch reader

Mono and Poly Relationships

Caregiver and Little Relationships (SFW ONLY)

Headcanons

Drabbles

One-shots

Fanfic series

Groups I write about

TOMORROW X TOGETHER

ENHYPEN

BTS

XDINARY HEROES

Kinks I write

Submissive Men

Switch Men

Femdom

Femme Switch

Mommy Kink

Noona Kink

Mistress Kink

Daddy Kink

Master Kink

Petplay

Sex Toys

Impact Play

Pegging

Anal Play (m and f receiving)

Prostate Milking

Oral

Face Sitting

Face Fucking

Body Worship

Thigh Fucking

Boob Fucking

Threesomes

Gangbangs

Feminization

Body Writing

Free Use

Somnophilla

Role played Noncon

Praise Kink

Humiliation

Degrading Kink

Breeding Kink

Double Penetration

Dumbification

Cuckholding

Voyeurism

Exhibitionism

Manhandling

Size Difference

Strength Kink

Brat Taming

Sexting / Phone Sex

Watersports

Squirting

Total Power Exchange

Romantic / Emotional Sex

Period Sex

Shower / Bathtub Sex

Hybrids

A/B/O Verse

Monsters

Kinks I don’t write

Ageplay

Scat

Noncon

Gore

Underage

Incest

Cheating

Needles

Animals

Feederism

Anything that is illegal or I think is too hardcore

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy my works and please leave a comment of what you think about them! Y’all are so fangtastic!

#submisive and breedable #sub!enhypen #sub!txt #sub!bts #enha imagines #enha scenarios #enha x reader #enhypen #sub!idol #tomorrow x together #txt #txt x reader #bts #bts x reader

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gumdropdreams · 1 year ago

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🍢 「 about me !! 」 🍢 . . . ⇢ 27 years old, 21+ partners preferred for smut themed things. . . . ⇢ i write most of my characters as trans, be okay with that, or don't write with me. . . . ⇢ don't mind somewhere between rapid fire replies, or once every few days replies. super chill vibes. ( i currently do 1-2x replies a day IC ) . . . ⇢ probably talk ooc quite a bit too between writing and replies. i like making friends with people i write with !! . . . ⇢ i use irl fc's, you don't have to. . . . ⇢ discord server writing only !! . . . ⇢ smut / nsfw are welcomed !! . . . ⇢ dark themes are things i'm v chill with, i don't have a lot of triggers !! . . . ⇢ mostly mxm, likes playing the f in mxf !! . . . ⇢ any queer relationship ill play any part, f, m, nb, ftm, mtf, no issues with any !! . . . ⇢ silence doesn't mean disinterest, if you talk to me ooc, i will reply, i just don't always have juice for ic stuff !!

canon fandoms i write and characters i write are in bold:

demon slayer: tanjiro kamado, yushiro, muichiro tokito

sally face: sal fisher

assassination classroom: nagisa, karma, maehara, isogai, sugino, itona, ritsu, karasuma

tokyo revengers: mikey, baji, kazutora, smiley, angry, chifuyu, rindou, akuun, mitsuya, takemichi, sanzu, hakkai, inupi

my hero academia: izuku, twice, shinsou, mirio, shoto, amajiki

toilet bound hanako-kun: hanako-kun, kou, mitsuya, tsukasa

promare: lio, gueira, meis

league of legends: ezreal, hwei, aphelios, yone, kayn, sett

hxh: kurapika, killua zoldyck, feitan portor, shalnark

disgaea series: flonne, mao, adell, zed, laharl, almaz, taro, emizel, yukimaru, zeroken, christo, raspberyl

dc: klarion bleak, garfield logan, billy batson

monster prom: damien lavey, sawyer, oz, brian

dream daddy: damien bloodmarch

bleach: ryunosuke yuki

buddy daddies: rei suwa

blue exorcist: rin okumura, amaimon

saiki k: saiki kusuo

night in the woods: greggory lee

camp camp: david, daniel, max

resident evil: rosemary winters

tokyo mew mew: bu-ling huang (purin), taruto

zom 100: akira tendou

ranma 1/2: ranma saotome

persona 5: joker, mishima yuuki

hades: hypnos

dragon ball: supreme kai, trunks, tapion, tarble, dende, android 17

the boy and the beast: ichirohiko

ouran high school host club: mitsukuni haninozuka, haruhi fujioka

magi: the labyrinth of magic: cassim, aladdin, alibaba, jafar, judal

panty & stocking with garterbelt: stocking anarchy, briefers rock

soul eater: soul evans, chrona

sonic the hedgehog: shadow the hedgehog, sonic the hedgehog, silver the hedgehog, mighty the armadillo, miles “tails” prower, espio the chameleon

check, please!: eric bittle

+anima: cooro, husky

if i reach out to you about any fandoms that AREN'T on here, that doesn't mean it was a mistake or i don't actually rp them, i just rp them so little, i didn't think to list them !!

i have an extensive list of ocs, here are basics !! most of my oc’s are asian and some are trans !! i rp regular verses, and a/b/o upon request !! dark topics, and heavy things welcome (cnc, 🕊️, 🍪, incest, assault) upon request !!

vampires

about 20 different angels

lab experiments

assassins

cult members

culinary students

7 different mafia gangs

idol/musicians

college students

#pinned post/

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peanutbutter-doodles · 1 year ago

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I may be a Monster, but I'm not that kind of a Monster.

Characters: Gene simmons, Ace frehley.

Pairing: Spacedemon, hinted

Setting: ????

Au: Priest Gene, specifically the Demon verse.

Summary : He's losing it and about to lose it even more as Ace mocks him as he goes on.

He had time. Patience. Control.

Always had control, until he appeared. Almost losing his composure at times.

He had time to make sure this man learned and know better, yet it was always wasted. Falling on deaf ears.

He had patience, never losing it when things are taking a bad turn or when something's going slow until Ace came into the picture.

Everything was all fine, until he came.

__________

⚠️Warnings: Violence, arguments, nudity, religious themes, Open/Ambiguous ending, teasing ,Cliffhanger, Priest, Dubious consent(Implied), Ending with a twist. Dark themes implied.

Note: this went thru changes, and for once I'm doing something different. Especially in this case, won't be tagging anyone for once on this but perhaps the next one I will. so no hatefuck, on this one.

AlsoonAo3

''Your Playing an awful game with me here, y'know that Frehley?''

Gene proclaimed, Trying to concentrate on some important work on his desk. Trying to ignore half naked man in the room who was doing some inappropriate poses every time he bends down or moves around the room.

Touching things he wasn't supposed to, plus picking them up as well. To ask questions or say things about them in a manner that would bother Gene yet instead it did the opposite.

It Made him Hard....and Crave him....

Dangerously.

Watching the way, how Ace was moving and dressed. Only in a short shirt that went down to his thighs, Hair tied up in a ponytail. Letting a few longs strands of black hair hang against each side of his face every time he bends down, Showing the tight gray boxers he was wearing.

Where He can clearly see from the lightening and where's Gene is currently sitting at. Clearly seeing the visible big bulge through the fabric, not hiding it's presence at all. Clear as day, as he see's the little Ass crack peaking out from Ace.

Some butt was showing.

It did wonder's to him, Frightening wonders. Wonder's he tries to suppress, to finish his work but couldn't due to this Man tempting him.

Tempting him in the all wrong and right ways Possible.

Cock stiffening against the rough fabric of his pants under the desk, Hard as day. Wanting to be touched, sucked, bitten, Anything that will unleash the beast from within it. That would make The man in front of him scream in the of God.

Scream in the name of him...

To plunge his cock into that tight or probably used hole, that many may had used before him. To bring him down to his knees, Being rough with. Unleashing the pent up things he had in him since he met him, Unleashing the frustrations nor the temptations this man had brought upon him.

Showing how much the Man has tempted him so far.

Nether less, he refused to unless Ace makes his move or The cravings have gotten to much for him that he, Himself. Father Gene,

Would make the first move, The first move that would change everything. Perhaps, this moment right now the way it's Becoming of them.

''What game, are you talking about Father~?'' Ace giggled, looking up from the book he plucked from the bookshelf. Pretending to read and be invested in it as he held it with one hand. Fingernails Painted light blue, in a neatly manner on each finger. Black wrist band wrapped tightly on his wrist, triangle symbol imprinted on it.

''Y'know what I'm talking about...'' Gene grumbled, keeping his eyes on the paper. Trying to keep focus but can't, each time he heard a footstep. A footstep that could mean that Ace is close than before or on the other side of the room.

''I don't know, what you mean by that'' Ace said, dropping the book onto the floor that made a small thud which irritated Gene. Causing his eyes to glance at Ace who was in the middle of the room standing, smirking even. ''Explain to me, Daddy~'' He cooed.

''Y'know...'' Gene growled, Scrubbing a hand across his face. The word ''daddy'' making his face flush and cock stiffen more in his pants, he tries to hide his true reaction from the word but his face gives it away right away making Ace chuckle.

''I'm afraid, I don't know.'' Ace said, walking towards to the desk and eventually sitting on it. Crossing his legs, looking at Gene all smugly like thus grinning. His brown eyes staring into Gene's eyes, suspiciously looking for something.

Something that He wants...

to find out about.

''I think you should, Curly. I promise I'll listen...This time~.'' he cooed, smiling.

''That's the thing, you don't listen.'' Gene said, trying his best not to look up, Get more agitated, and trying not to inhale the sweet smell coming from Ace right in front of him but couldn't due to the smell filling up his nostrils, Filling his brain with certain thoughts that are too explicit to think about but he tries to resist. ''You've never listen to me, every time i see you out and about or when your in my office.''

''Aw, you noticed~.''

''Shut the fuck up. I'm not done.''

He growled, tolerance for the man becoming lower. Almost breaking the pen in his hand before he set it down, when he set it down. Ace grabbed it and Placed it somewhere near his mouth, Gene ignored it and Continued on.

''You never listened when I reprimand or when someone reprimands you for committing things you aren't supposed to do here, You never listened when you have indecent clothing distracting other's from there chores.''

''Probably distracting you mostly of all~''

Gene's eye twitch, fuming.

''Always interrupting the sermons, ceremonies and any special events we've held with your talks of Jendell or blabber while your drunk and high scaring people especially the nuns and children. Ruining there time...and My precious time.''

He takes a breath, to calm himself.

''Taking precious time away from my work, to try to get you under control each time. Wasting my time and hours with You instead of spending it with other's who deserved to be in my presence, to just go through the same thing. Again and Again, in which in why i wondered why I try again instead of throwing you out in the pit where you belong.''

''And yet, you don't.''

Gene glared, grumbling.

''And i wonder why, Why don't you throw me out? Where i'm so vulnerable and weak out there where I can be killed on the spot or much worse. Why can't you, Hmmm~? I wondered?'' Ace teased, opening his legs, licking the Pen. Crotch right out in the open, in front of Gene's face.

''I wondered, as well.''

''Is it because you find me fascinating, irresistible, precious to get rid of or You find me as entertaining~.'' Ace goes, glaring at him. Seeing a frightening look on Gene's face that would terrify other's but not Him, He loved testing others and seeing them react in ways he loved. Yet, there always a risk at Play.

A Risk he loved.

''Or....'' he continues, laying down now on the desk. Ruining and crumpling up the objects on the desk, leaning his face towards Gene. Staring back at him, Shoulder showing skin. Breathing his sultry breath on him as he says without skipping a beat....

''Is it because....I make you lose control every time, I enter a room where you can't lose it in front of other's, Hence you can't discipline me in a way you can't that will make the church look like it's lost it's way? Making you....

''Unable to control the Church, The members and anyone who's involve with this place, Specially Me~?'' He smirks. ''Rendering you...''

''Powerless. Like the weak bitch you are right now.''

They both glare at each other, One filled with glee. The Other, fuming grotesquely. Glaring at Ace, like he was going to kill him.

This man had the utter balls to come in here, half naked. Become a bother, ruining his time and Patience, mess with things that weren't his and Tempt him in all the ways that would've made people heads turned a whole 360 Then proceeds to...

Call him Powerless? Him? Powerless?

A weak bitch?

Gene thinks the fuck not, claws almost coming out but retracts them quickly as possibly, gritting his teeth harshly.

He's losing it and about to lose it even more as Ace mocks him as he goes on.

He had time. Patience. Control.

Always had control, until he appeared. Almost losing his composure at times.

He had time to make sure this man learned and know better, yet it was always wasted. Falling on deaf ears.

He had patience, never losing it when things are taking a bad turn or when something's going slow until Ace came into the picture.

Everything was all fine, until he came.

Ever since, Ace appeared he's been a thorn in Gene's side throughout his time with him and never learned from his destructive ways.

At all.

He fumed more.

Should he ignore him, go on with his day or should he do something, that would probably make a bunch of consequences down the road perhaps igniting a battle That may be once started that would be hard to end?

A battle that would involve the media, certain members of the church and the possibility of...

Burning down with it, once it has started.

Almost like a war?

He doesn't know, but what he does know is that he will just have to wait an-

Eh, Fuck it.

He needs a stress relief session anyway, the door is locked and the walls are soundproof.

No one would dare to come in nor hear anything at all.

Making this the perfect time to do it.

Reprimanding Ace, physically.

The hard way, he's done with it all.

''Aren't you being quiet now, Did i struck a ne-ACKKK!!''

Chair fell backwards, Gene yanked Ace by the throat. Slamming him down on the desk hard enough to almost breaking it, turning him around his stomach.

''H-Hey what r-''

Gene pushed his face downward deep into the desk, Rubbing Ace's face into it hard in which he could almost taste the desk.

''HEY WH-!!''

He tears Ace's boxer's off, throwing them somewhere in the room. Ace glances back, See's Gene toying with something and see's only for a moment, it's his belt.

Undoing the belt.

He gasps.

He knew it, he fucking knew it. Knew from past experiences from other's about what was Gene about to do to him, knew how this situation would go bad if he tested this man's buttons enough. Knew from the people who employed him that told him about Gene and this place before he got here. Told him, many things about the man.

(He's Demonic, A criminal!)

(He Prey's Upon the innocents!!)

(His favorites are like you!!)

And so much more, they told him.

Maybe there were lies or some truth to them, he didn't know. he never did.

But what he did know, is that he's going to experience....

The Violent wrath of a man, he shouldn't had messed with in the first place.

Ace closed his eyes, preparing himself for the inevitable. Preparing for he had experience many times, thus awaiting to deal with the emotional turmoil he usually dealt with in situations like this, The aftermath of it all.

If he fought back or ran, it would be worse....so he...prepared.

Preparing to become a broken shell once again, then putting himself back together.

All By Himself, like he always did.

Like a rotten filthy towel.

I can..do this, Ace thought. Mentally preparing for it, Mentally preparing to be...

Broken.

But it never came, what came was...

''I'm not a monster, young man.''

''Huh?''

Ace opened his eyes, nervously glancing back at Gene. Who was Holding a black leather paddle with the belt wrapped around it, in the middle they were spikes on it.

''i said, I'm not a monster...'' Gene said, taking his hand off of Ace. Letting Ace move around, but he never moved. Thinking this was a trick, A trick he knew all too well.

''I-i Don't know, what you mean...''

''Sadly, i do...''

''No, you don't.''

''Yes, i do. Ace, Listen to me...and Actually listen.''

Ace turned his head.

''I can hear and read your thoughts, Child. From what I can tell, you've been through harsh experiences in which I won't speak of. I'm sorry, if I gave you that impression. My Anger gotten the best of me, due to your wild and frustrating antics.''

Gene goes on and On, Ace actually listened.

His fear going away bit by bit, but still remained.

''I will never inflict that pain on anyone, not even you Ace. No matter how much you frustrate me to no end...''

''I May Be a Monster, But I'm Not That Kind of A Monster.''

Ace glances at Gene's eyes, they were a void...

Full with utter darkness, like the Devil himself. Staring right back at him.

In The dark hallway, in front of the office where He and Gene were in minutes before Gene sent him out. Ace Stood under the only light source that was on, wearing a coat that Gene gave him after what happened.

In There.

Ace leaned his head against the door, Conflicted.

Conflicted about what happen and How Gene was towards him, Treating him...

Oddly.

He didn't know how to feel about it, and about what Gene said after.

(''When i see you again, by yourself or near others. Come to me, we'll talk. Privately.'')

Privaetely, huh?

Probably to....Talk, Like he did.

Yet nether less, Ace felt off. Felt...

Comforted.

Before he can leave, His wristband vibrated and answered it.

''Hello?''

''Ace it's ⬛⬛⬛, did it happen?''

Ace sighed.

''yes, it happened...''

''Good! Now we have actual evid-''

''But..it's not what you think...''

''What do You mean, did he do anything? Did he...Touch you?'' The voice asked.

Ace look down the hallway, Seeing nothing but Darkness.

Darkness like Gene's eyes.

''No.''

''What did he do, then?''

''He did...Nothin...

He breaths in and out, sighing.

''Nothin to me, At all. We've just....talked.''

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Comments, Share and likes, are appreciated!

if you somehow like this mess, then i'm happy!

i was trying something different, so i hoped you guys enjoyed this!

#if no one liked this #i understand #butters speaking #kiss band #kiss #kiss army #kissblr #ace frehley #gene simmons #spacedemon #Priest gene au #Demon gene #kiss fanfiction #i'm kind of happy this didn't end the way i was kind of planning #Cause it was going to be super dark.

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autisticempathydaemon · 2 years ago

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for the match ups- this is such a lovely idea <3 thank you!

Oh man there are so many! but the main one I would say I keep going back to is Clean Slated State by The Altogether. The first verse always hits me because it is very theatrical in the references to the ghost light and how each actor will take a character differently. The real kicker of it though is the last verse where it flips to “I don’t have someone. But I want someone. I need someone, I need a new me ‘cause I’ve got two or three and they won’t let me fulfill my clean slated state.” Purely for the fact that sometimes it just feels like I am just acting my way through life- not really having one set “me” aCherrynd so I constantly am changing myself for others. It could also be seen as there are other people in life pushing their own agendas against me, never allowing me to be who I am, never allowing me that fresh start.

Two!

I do not 😬

Okay so- I would play pretend on the playground in kindergarten with some friends that we were this pack of cheetahs? Leopards? I don’t remember, but they were big cats! So I had… An imaginary friend/pet Big Cat that would come along with me everywhere.

Melatonin gummy and usually an episode of The Adventure Zone (Go to episodes are any in the Crystal Kingdom or The Eleventh Hour Episode 8) or VODs of various streamers or my little comfort collection of RedactedAudios 😌

If I had to change my name, I would probably go with the one I use as a shorthand online. I have gone by it for years and I honestly just… Like it a lot? It has no familial connections, simple, and just feels nice.

Anton’s first audio. The one where he is doing work on Asset. I put that on when I need to focus for a solid 30 minutes, need some simple background noise, need something to help ease me to sleep, or just calm down. It is a very nice little simple audio that scratches my brain just right between the soft grumbles and sound design of it all.

Ollie. I enjoyed the silly little game rambles! But in my brain he is just There and that is all. (At least when I remember he is there)

How to Train Your Dragon movie franchise. I used to watch the first one on my little iPod (5th Gen) and got to the point where I would put it on, close my eyes, and picture it in my head as it played. Still can to this day! I just love the silly dragons and relate maybe a little too much to Hiccup. The third movie came after I lost someone important to me and I sobbed like a baby on my couch.

Huxley. I would love for him to be my best friend.

Usually it will be the thing I am currently fixated on. So lately it has been Dungeons & Daddies, Fantasy High, and Genshin Impact.

It was Kum & Go before I moved, but now it is Rhodes. Usually either a Cherry Dr. Pepper or Peach Peach Tea (snack is usually wildberry gummy lifesavers c: )

Not a playlist really, but a couple of albums! Fences by The Altogether and So Much (For) Stardust by Fall Out Boy. If I had to say a playlist though, I would have to say the little playlist I made while writing “journal entries” as my Monster of the Week character to give to another character. It is more on the sad side, but it is the first playlist I put thought into on the order of songs rather than just shuffling them.

Miraculous Ladybug. Sometimes you just need some weird and silly adventures of some kids that have magic powers and weird love squares to make your life whole.

I love theatre, cats, plants/gardening, cross stitching , cooking/baking! Chronic album/playlist shuffler. Love the winter. Mildly addicted to coffee.

You overestimate my self-control if you think you can rave about the new Fall Out Boy Album and not have me to pair you with Asher.

jk there's copious reasons I think you and Asher make a fantastic pair; Fall Out boy being his canonical favorite band is just one of them. For one, Asher would be fuckin tickled by the knowledge that your childhood friend used to be a big cat. He'd be like "Oh, Bäbe, have I got someone for you to meet-"

I also think, in relation to the song lyrics you picked, that Asher would make a fantastic match, because he's so... accepting. Like in his Elevator audio, he would make you immediately comfortable, would never ask anything of you that you're not willing to do or be. Asher would be too enamored with the genuine you to entertain otherwise.

Song:

I ask if you play D&D/ And your face lights up like you've woken up/ From this endless fucking nightmare of pretending this is you/ This is us, this is me and this how we're meant to be/ But your smile tells me I'm safe/ And that voice unspoken's heard

I have been waiting for someone to give me an excuse to use this song, so thank the lord for you. This is one of my favorite songs by a gorgeous duo about finding connection when we’re honest about who we are and what we love, and it’s wonderful.

Runner-Ups:

David is a compelling match for you on an Enneagram basis; a loving, sincere Two would be lovely with him. I love the idea of a soft hearted, open person drawing him out of his shell. Plus, the two of you can cry over HTTYD together. (I’ll join you to make three. The second one is one of my favorite movies ever. Gavin, I like for you because I can see him empathizing with your struggle asserting your identity and supporting you in that, knowing he’s gone through a similar crisis.

Note: heehee if you’re a MOTW fan, please keep an eye on my blog! I’m homebrewing the MOTW rule system to fit the Redacted world and magic system for a campaign I’ll be keeping and will post it up here when it’s done 💌

Want a match-up of your own? Read this post, and tell me about yourself! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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legend-collection · 2 years ago

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El Coco

El Coco or Coca (also known as the Cucuy, Cuco, Cuca, Cucu or Cucuí) is a mythical ghost-like monster, equivalent to the bogeyman, found in many Hispanophone and Lusophone countries. It can also be considered an Iberian version of a bugbear as it is a commonly used figure of speech representing an irrational or exaggerated fear. The Cucuy is a male being while Cuca is a female version of the mythical monster. The "monster" will come to the house of disobedient children and make them "disappear".

The myth of the Coco, or Cucuy, originated in northern Portugal and Galicia. According to the Real Academia Española, the word coco derives from the Galician and Portuguese côco, which means "coconut". The word coco is used in colloquial speech to refer to the human head in Spanish. Coco also means "skull". The word cocuruto in Portuguese means "the crown of the head" or "the highest place" and with the same etymology in Galicia, crouca means "head", from proto-Celtic *krowkā-, with variant cróca; and either coco or cuca means "head" in both Portuguese and Galician. It is cognate with Cornish crogen, meaning "skull", and Breton krogen ar penn, also meaning "skull". In Irish, clocan means "skull".

Many Latin American countries refer to the monster as el Cuco. In northern New Mexico and southern Colorado, where there is a large Hispanic population, it is referred to by its anglicized name, "the Coco Man". In Brazilian folklore, the monster is referred to as Cuca and pictured as a female humanoid alligator, derived from the Portuguese coca, a dragon.

In Spain, Portugal, and Latin America, parents sometimes invoke the Coco or Cuca as a way of discouraging their children from misbehaving; they sing lullabies or tell rhymes warning their children that if they don't obey their parents, el Coco will come and get them and then eat them.

It is not the way the Coco looks but what it does that scares most. It is a child eater and a kidnapper; it may immediately devour the child, leaving no trace, or it may spirit the child away to a place of no return, but it only does this to disobedient children. It is on the lookout for children's misbehavior from the rooftops; it takes the shape of any dark shadow and stays watching. It represents the opposite of the guardian angel and is frequently compared to the devil. Others see the Coco as a representation of the deceased of the local community.

The oldest known rhyme about the Coco, which originated in the 17th century, is in the Auto de los desposorios de la Virgen by Juan Caxés.

The rhyme has evolved over the years, but still retains its original meaning:

Duérmete niño, duérmete ya... Que viene el Coco y te comerá

Sleep child, sleep or else... Coco will come and eat you

The Portuguese lullaby recorded by José Leite de Vasconcelos tells Coca to go to the top of the roof. In other versions of the same lullaby, the name of Coca is changed to that of "papão negro" (black eater), the name of another bogeyman.

Vai-te Coca. Vai-te Coca Para cima do telhado Deixa o menino dormir Um soninho descansado

Leave Coca. Leave Coca Go to the top of the roof Let the child have A quiet sleep

The traditional Brazilian lullaby is as follows, with the Cuca as a female humanoid alligator:

Dorme neném Que a Cuca vem pegar Papai foi pra roça Mamãe foi trabalhar

Sleep little baby That Cuca comes to get you Daddy went to the farm Mommy went to work

Both Brazilians and Portuguese also have a bogeyman version, which sometimes acquires regional colors where the bogeyman (the shape-shifting Bicho Papão is a monster that is shaped by what the child fears most) is a small owl, murucututu, or other birds of prey that could be on the roof of homes at night (in Brazil) or a mysterious old man with a bag who is also waiting on the roof of the house (in Portugal).

Bicho papão Em cima do telhado Deixa o meu menino dormir Um soninho sossegado

Bogeyman Atop the roof Let my child have A quiet sleep

Verses and songs were used in pre-Roman Iberia to transmit history to the younger generations, as told by ancient authors. Sallust said the mothers sang the military feats of the fathers to incite the children to battle. He was later quoted by Servius, who emphasised that it was the role of the mothers to remember and teach the young men about the war feats of their fathers. Silius Italicus added more; he said that the young warriors sang songs in their native language while hitting their shields in the rhythm of the songs and that they were well versed in magic. Strabo, too, commented that history was recorded in verse.

During the Portuguese and Spanish colonization of Latin America, the legend of the Coco was spread to countries such as Mexico, Argentina and Chile.

There is no general description of the cucuy, as far as facial or body descriptions, but it is stated that this shapeshifting being is extremely horrible to look at. The coco is variously described as a shapeless figure , sometimes a hairy monster, that hides in closets or under beds and eats children that misbehave when they are told to go to bed.

Coca is also the name of a female dragon who featured in various medieval celebrations in the Iberian Peninsula. In Portugal one still survives in Monção; she fights in some sort of medieval tournament with Saint George during the Corpus Christi celebrations. She is called Santa Coca ("Saint Coca"), an allusion to the Irish saint, or Coca rabicha ("Tailed Coca"). If she defeats Saint George by scaring the horse, there will be a bad year for the crops and famine; if the horse and Saint George win by cutting off one of her ears with earring and her tongue, the crops will be fertile. Oddly enough, the people cheer for Saint Coca. In Galicia there are still two dragon cocas, one in Betanzos and the other in Redondela. The legend says that the dragon arrived from the sea and was devouring the young women until she was killed in combat by the young men of the city. In Monção, the legend says, she lives in the Minho; in Redondela she lives in the Ria of Vigo. The dragon shared the same name that was given in Portuguese and Spanish to the cog (a type of ship), and although used mainly for trade, it was also a war vessel common in medieval warfare and piracy raids on coastal villages.

The oldest reference to Coca is in the book Livro 3 de Doações de D. Afonso III from the year 1274, where it is referred to as a big fish that appears on the shore: "And if by chance any whale or sperm whale or mermaid or coca or dolphin or Musaranha or other large fish that resembles some of these die in Sesimbra or Silves or elsewhere[.]"

In Catalonia, the Cuca fera de Tortosa was first documented in 1457. It is a zoomorphic figure that looks like a tortoise with a horned spine, dragon claws and a dragon head. The legend says she had to dine every night on three cats and three children. This legend of the Coca can be compared to the one of Peluda or Tarasque.

In Brazil, the Coco appears as a humanoid female alligator called Cuca. She is dressed like a woman with ugly hair and a sack on her back. Cuca appears as the one of the main villains in children's books Sítio do Picapau Amarelo by Monteiro Lobato, but in the books she appears like a powerful witch that attacks innocent children. Artists illustrating these books depicted the Cuca as an anthropomorphic alligator. She is an allusion to Coca, a dragon from the folklore of Portugal and Galicia.

The sailors of Vasco da Gama called the fruit of the Polynesian palm tree "coco". The word "coconut" is derived from their name.

Traditionally in Portugal, however, the coco is represented by an iron pan with holes, to represent a face, with a light inside; or by a vegetable lantern carved from a pumpkin with two eyes and a mouth, which is left in dark places with a light inside to scare people. In the Beiras, heads carved on pumpkins, called coca, would be carried by the village boys, stuck on top of wooden stakes.

The same name [Coca] is given to the pumpkin perforated with the shape of a face, with a candle burning in the inside—this gives the idea of a skull on fire—that the boys on many lands of our Beira carry stuck on a stick.

An analogous custom was first mentioned by Diodorus Siculus (XIII.56.5;57.3), in which Iberian warriors, after the battle of Selinunte, in 469 BC, would hang the heads of the enemies on their spears. According to Rafael López Loureiro, this carving representation would be a milenar tradition from the Celtiberian region that spread all over the Iberian Peninsula.

The autumnal and childish custom of emptying pumpkins and carving on its bark, eyes, nose and mouth looking for a sombre expression, far from being a tradition imported by a recent Americanizing cultural mimicry, is a cultural trait in ancient Iberian Peninsula.

This representation would be related to the Celtic cult of the severed heads in the Iberian peninsula. According to João de Barros, the name of the "coconut" derived from coco and was given to the fruit by the sailors of Vasco da Gama, c.1498, because it reminded them of this mythical creature.

This bark from which the pome receives its vegetable nourishment, which is through its stem, has an acute way, which wants to resemble a nose placed between two round eyes, from where it throws the sprout, when it wants to be born; by reason of such figure, it was called by our [men] coco, name imposed by the women on anything they want to put fear to the children, this name thus remained, as no one knows another.

Rafael Bluteau (1712) observes that the coco and coca were thought to look like skulls, in Portugal:

Coco or Coca. We make use of these words to frighten children, because the inner shell of the Coco has on its outside surface three holes giving it the appearance of a skull.

In the first half of the 20th century the coca was an integral part of festivities like All Souls' Day and the ritual begging of Pão-por-Deus. The tradition of Pão-por-Deus, already mentioned in the 15th century, is a ritual begging for bread and cakes, done door to door by children, though in the past poor beggars would also take part. Its purpose is to share the bread or treats gathered door to door with the dead of the community, who were eagerly awaited and arrived at night in the shape of butterflies or little animals, during the traditional magusto. In Portugal, depending on the region, the Pão-por-Deus assumes different names: santoro or santorinho, dia dos bolinhos (cookies day), or fieis de deus. This same tradition extends to Galicia, where it is called migallo. It has a close resemblance with the traditions of souling or nowadays trick-or-treating. While the Pão-por-Deus or Santoro is the bread or offering given to the souls of the dead, the Molete or Samagaio is the bread or offering that is given when a child is born.

In this same city of Coimbra, where we find ourselves today, it is customary for groups of children to walk on the streets, on the 31st October and 1st and 2nd November, at nightfall, with a hollow pumpkin with holes that were cut out pretending to be eyes, nose and mouth, as if it was a skull, and with a stump of candle lit from within, to give it a more macabre look.

In Coimbra the begging mentions "Bolinhos, bolinhós" and the group brings an emptied pumpkin with two holes representing the eyes of a personage and a candle lit in the inside [...] another example of the use of the pumpkin or gourd as a human representation, is in the masks of the muffled young men during the desfolhada, the communal stripping of the maize, in Santo Tirso de Prazins (Guimarães), which after, they carry hoisted on a stick and with a candle in the inside, and leave them stuck on any deserted place to put fear to who is passing by.

To ensure that the souls found their way back home, the Botador de almas, whose mission was to lay souls (botar almas), would go every night through valleys and mountains and up on trees ringing a little bell, or carrying a lantern and singing a prayer to the souls. Every Portuguese village had one. Calling and singing to the souls is an ancient tradition done either by one person alone or in groups and it has many names: "lançar as almas", "encomendar as almas", "amentar as almas", "deitar as almas", "cantar às almas santas".

The serandeiros are disguised young men, covered with a blanket, a bed sheet or a hooded cloak. They carry a staff (a stick of quince or of honeyberry, about their own height) in one hand, and in the other they carry a small bundle of basil or apples that they make the girls that take part of the desfolhada smell, or with which they tickle people's cheeks; sometimes, to play a prank, they bring stinging nettles. When a girl recognizes the serandeiro or if she recognizes her boyfriend masked as a serandeiro, she throws him an apple brought from home. The serandeiros represent the spirits of the dead, the spirits of nature.

The heads would have protective and healing powers, protecting people and communities. They would also be cherished for their divinatory, prophetic and healing powers. The display places for the Iron Age severed heads were in the inside or outside of buildings with a preference for public places, with streets and people passing by and always preferring high places.

Our Ladies

In Portugal, rituals among the Catholic religious order of Our Lady of Cabeza, a Black Madonna, include the offering of heads of wax to the Lady, praying the Hail Mary while keeping a small statue of Our Lady on top of the head; the pilgrims pray with their own heads inside a hole in the wall of the chapel. The Chapel of Our Lady of the Heads (Nossa Senhora das Cabeças) situated 50 m (160 ft) northwest of the ruins of the Roman era temple of Our Lady of the Heads (Orjais, Covilhã) evidences a continuity in the use of a sacred space that changed from a pagan worship cult area to a Christian one and continued to be a place of worship for centuries after. According to Pedro Carvalho, the pre-Roman findings and the unusual location of the ruins inside an 8th-century BC hillfort suggest it was the place of a pre-Roman cult.

The Lady of the Head and Lady of the Heads are two of the many names given to Our Lady. Several of her names are thought to be of pre-Roman origin. Names like Senhora da Noite ("Lady of the Night"), Senhora da Luz ("Lady of the Light"), Señora de Carbayo ("Lady of the Oak Tree") are spread all over the peninsula. In Portugal alone 972 titles for Our Lady have been found in churches, altars and images, not including the names of villages and places. Spain has a similar proliferation of titles for Our Lady.

The common element to all these names is the title Lady. But the title Senhora (Portuguese) or Señora (Spanish) is of Latin origin, and derives from the Latin senior; thus there had to be another one of pre-Roman origin. In ancient times the titles that were used in Portugal by the ladies of the court were Meana (me Ana) or Miana (mi Ana) and Meona (me Ona); these words meant the same as miLady, that is, Ana and Ona were synonyms of Senhora and Dona. Ana is the name of the river Guadiana, thus pre-Roman in origin. Ana is also the name of a goddess of Irish mythology.

In the village of Ponte, parish of Mouçós, on a hill that overlooks the River Corgo, there is a chapel called Santo Cabeço which legend says was built by the mouros encantados. On the wall facing south there is a hole, where legend says the mouros used to put their head to hear the sound of the sea. The local people also have the custom of putting their head inside the hole: some to hear the whisper that is similar to the waves of the sea, others to heal headaches.

In Alcuéscar, Spain, a legend says that a princess exhibited a stall of skulls and human bones.

The Farricoco in the procession "Ecce Homo" on Maundy Thursday, in Braga, Portugal

In Portugal, coca is a name for a hooded cloak; it was also the name of the traditional hooded black wedding gown still in use at the beginning of the 20th century. In Portimão during the holy week celebrations, in the procissão dos Passos (Spanish: Procesión de los Pasos), a procession organized by the Catholic brotherhoods, the herald, a man dressed with a black hooded cloak that covered his face and had three holes for the eyes and mouth, led the procession and announced the death of Christ. This man was either named coca, farnicoco, (farricunco, farricoco from Latin far, farris and coco) or death. The name coca was given to the cloak and to the man who wore the cloak.

In 1498, the Portuguese King Manuel I gave permission to the Catholic brotherhood of the Misericórdia to collect the bones and remains from the gallows of those that had been condemned to death and put them in a grave every year on All Saints' Day. The brotherhood in a procession, known as Procissão dos Ossos, were followed by the farricocos, who carried the tombs and collected the bones.

In the travels of the Baron Rozmital, 1465-1467, a paragraph was written commenting on the traditional mourning clothes of the Portuguese of that time. The relatives of the deceased who accompanied his funeral would be clad in white and hooded like monks, but the paid mourners would be arrayed in black."[...] white was worn as the garb of mourning until the time of King Manuel, at the death of whose aunt, Philippa, black was adopted for the first time in Portugal as the symbol of sorrow for the dead".

Os cocos, giant representation of the coco and coca of Ribadeo. The tradition dates back to the 19th century.

In Ribadeo, two giant figures represent "el coco y la coca" that dance at the sound of drummers and Galician bagpipe players.

The 'land of the dead' is a mythic land which appears in traditions from various cultures around the ancient world.

Probably the oldest mention of a mythic land of the dead located in the Iberian Peninsula is in the Lebor Gabála Érenn.

The legends of Portugal and Spain speak of an enchanted land, the Mourama, the land where an enchanted people, the Mouros dwell under the earth in Portugal and Galicia. The lore of Galicia says that "In Galicia there are two overlapped people: a part lives on the surface of the land; they are the Galician people, and the other in the subsoil, the Mouros". Mourama is the otherworld, the world of the dead from where everything comes back.

The Mourama is ruled by an enchanted being who is called rei Mouro (king Mouro). His daughter is the princesa Moura (princess Moura), a shapeshifter who changes herself into a snake, also called bicha Moura, or can even be seen riding a dragon.

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