#wendigo female x male human

[deunmiu-dessie]

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𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎ : ₃˖₇ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : mdni----- unedited, sloppy writing, NSFW,  explicit content, teratophilia, wendigo/human, rough sex, unprotected sex, gang bang, dubcon, fear, kidnapping, reader wears glasses, porn no plot. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა ʳᵃʷʳ ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ : ya'll i hate this so much, but i wanted to post something today-- sorry if it's all over the place!

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎: while babysitting for your aunt, you find yourself stranded in the living room.

꒰male!wendigo ₊⊹ afab!reader꒱

 " Don't worry Aunt J, I got this. "

𝒯he woman gazes at you with a concerned expression, her eyes filled with worry. However, she manages to muster a nod and gently plants a tender kiss on your cheek. "Make sure to lock the doors before you go upstairs. The house only locks my room and the kids’. You must be upstairs before 9:30, as that's when the doors lock. If you're not there by then, you'll be locked out until morning, but even so, if you've locked the front and back doors, you'll be fine. Don't. Forget."

You give her a firm nod, "I won't, I promise."

Recent sightings of a peculiar creature moving around the neighborhood have stirred up fear among the locals, particularly your Aunt whose anxious for the safety of her kids. She sighs and lovingly kisses your forehead, "Alright, enjoy yourself."

As you wave goodbye and lock the back door behind her, you pivot to find your younger cousin watching you with excitement, struggling to manage the baby boy in her arms. You laugh and relieve her of the baby. "How about we bake some brownies together?"

She lets out a joyful cheer, giggling as she dashes towards the kitchen, her excitement palpable. You carefully place the baby in his high chair, turning him to face the bustling kitchen. His eyes widen in wonder as he takes in the scene, a big grin spreading across his little face.

You enthusiastically bring your hands together, a wide grin spreading across your face. " Shall we? "

—

As you cradle the baby boy in your arms, a sense of warmth and tenderness envelops you and you can't help but pout softly, and coo at him. His little tiny fingers have loosened their grip on the milk bottle, causing it to slip from his hands and land softly on your lap. His eyes are closed, and you can't help but admire the long, black lashes that frame his lids. With a gentle touch, you press a loving kiss to your cousin's forehead, careful not to disturb his sleep. 

  You rise from the comfortable couch, making sure to move with utmost care so as not to awaken the sleeping child. A soft giggle escapes your lips as you hear a shuddering sigh emanate from him. It's moments like these that remind you of the innocence and beauty of childhood, it's something you miss. 

Navigating your way around the couch, you begin your ascent up the stairs towards your Aunt's room. The woman had been nervous to leave them with your grandmother, though loving and caring, she's started to show signs of hip pains and occasional forgetfulness. Hence, your Aunt relies on you to watch over the little ones during her night shift at work.

Using your foot, you nudged the door open and switched off the lamp that cast a faint glow in the room. Gently placing the boy on the bed, you made sure his tummy was flat against the soft mattress before pulling the blanket over him and only up to his waist. You brush his hair away from his face before quietly exiting the room, the soft click of the door closing making you heave a sigh.  

Turning around, you take a couple of steps forward and enter your other cousin's room. She's lying with her laptop open on her chest, her eyes closed, and her soft snores filling the room. A smile played on your lips as you walked over to her, closed the laptop, and placed it on her desk. Using her LED remote, you turned off the strips of light around the room, plunging it into darkness.

After your eyes swiftly adapted to the darkness, you carefully tucked the covers over her petite frame and quietly exited the room. The gentle sound of her door closing brought forth another sigh of relief. Glancing at your watch, you nodded with contentment, realizing that you had a valuable half an hour before all the room doors would be securely locked for the night. It provided ample time to tidy up and prepare for the following day.

As you made your way down the stairs, the creaking noise made you wince, fully aware that you couldn't afford for either child to stir. Swallowing hard, you descended the stairs with newfound caution. As you finally reached the bottom of the staircase, a wave of relief washed over you. The tension that had been building in your chest slowly began to dissipate without any sounds of the baby crying or the little girl calling out.

You started by straightening up the living room, turning on some lo-fi music, and cleaning quickly. After switching off the main light, you flick on the display light, which emits a soft glow, barely doing anything to brighten the room. The kitchen took a lot longer, particularly when clearing out the solidified chocolate from the bowls and wiping down the counters. In the end, it took a total of 20 minutes to finish cleaning the kitchen.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of nervousness as you stole another glance at your watch. The timer displayed only 10 minutes left, intensifying your anxiety. Shaking your head, you dismissed your nerves and concentrated on preparing for tomorrow.

 Lost in thought, the sound of your watch going off caused your heart to skip a beat. Cursing, you quickly packed up, whispering small, scared 'no's to yourself. A faint cheer escaped you as you completed the task, rushing to ascend the stairs on time. Your heart sank as the resounding click of all the doors locking echoed in your ears.

You felt a slight vibration and immediately retrieved your phone from your back pocket. It was your Aunt, making sure everything was okay with you and the kids.

 Auntie : Hey girly, are you and the kids in alright? Did you make it to the room?

 Nervously, you gulped, your hands shaking and palms moist with sweat. Without hesitation, you promptly responded, your teeth prodding at your bottom lip.

 You : Yes we did, the kids are asleep.

 Lying to your aunt made your heartache, but you were too prideful to tell her the truth. Instead of offering a reply, she simply responded with a thumbs-up emoji and a heart. Letting out a heavy, ragged breath, you swiftly returned your phone to your pocket. Descending the stairs, your eyes slowly adapted to the dimness. The previously illuminated display had now turned off automatically, leaving you huddled on the couch, overwhelmed by a sense of unease.

  Following a good thirty-minute interval, your fear gradually subsided. You reached for your phone, scrolling through social media to find no one online.

  Growing more confident, you entertained the possibility that whatever had caused unrest in the community had either disappeared or would not manifest tonight. As you removed your glasses, your vision blurred slightly, your body relaxed, and your gaze fixated on the phone screen that was dangerously close to your face. ( It was probably why you had glasses in the first place. ) 

 Time slipped away faster than expected, and suddenly, it was midnight. The profound silence stirred up a fresh wave of concern, as the absence of wildlife sounds, like crickets and owls, made you feel the urge to curl up and disappear into the couch.

Your phone vibrated,  signaling the low battery before shutting down abruptly. You clicked your tongue in annoyance and silently made your way towards the charger, plugging it in. Slipping out of your tight-fitting jeans, you remained in your undergarments, stretching your legs. Folding the jeans neatly, you placed them on the back of a nearby chair before returning to the couch and settling in comfortably with a soft, velvet blue throw draped over your exposed legs.

    As tiredness crept in, your eyes began to droop, causing your vision to blur and lose focus. The sudden piercing bark of a dog jolted you out of your drowsy state, causing your entire body to freeze. Which was so unusual for the neighbor's dogs, who were known for their friendly demeanor and familiarity with the community, this feral, unfamiliar bark made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

The barking grew increasingly louder and more aggressive, accompanied by menacing snarls. The sounds elicited a pounding sensation in your chest, so intense that it caused a searing pain. Unexpectedly, the barking and snarling abruptly ceased, but rather than providing any relief, it caused a profound sense of despair, causing your heart to sink.

 Holding your breath, your eyes widened as a towering, monstrous, and slender figure glided past the frosted windows adjacent to the door. Its voice was distorted, emitting broken and eerie sounds, desperately pleading in its otherworld gravelly voice, "Help me. Someone help." 

The arrangement of your Aunt's house was peculiar. The back door functioned as the main entrance, revealing the dining room and kitchen upon entry. Moving forward led to the living room, while continuing onwards brought you to the front door. Situated to the right of the front door were the stairs leading to both your Aunt's and the children's rooms.

At the moment, you found yourself positioned in the living room, standing tall with your gaze fixed on the door. In an instant, the door seemed to draw nearer than you had initially perceived, causing a sense of fear to grip you. As it vanished beyond the second window, you released a sigh of relief, nearly letting out a scream as the shadow reappeared by the window, as if it had detected the sound of your breath.

The door was locked, it couldn't get in, right? Your vision became obscured by tears, and you chastised yourself for your stupidity. Part of the prep was making sure that the doors that couldn't be locked by the system were locked manually. Regrettably, in your rush to reach the room, you had completely forgotten to lock the front door.

 The turning of the doorknob emits a high-pitched squeak, prompting you to immediately flatten yourself against the couch while covering your mouth and nose with your hands. The grating sound of the door opening compels you to tightly shut your eyes. A cool draft of air infiltrates the room, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Within this tense ambiance, a menacing snarl and a huff reverberate, accompanied by the unsettling noise of bones cracking as the intruder maneuvers to enter the house.

The soft whimper of the floorboards serves as a warning of its presence, prompting you to reluctantly open your eyes. A sudden gasp escapes your lips as you behold its towering horns, skeletal face morphing into a snout, and blood-red eyes. With a shudder, you tightly shut your eyes as the creature's head swivels in your direction, swiftly advancing toward where you lay on the couch.

Merely a few inches away from your position, the creature sniffs the air intently before gradually drawing nearer. As you open your eyes once more, you carefully scrutinize its appearance. Contrary to your initial perception, the creature's physique is not as slender as it seemed from afar. Adorned with a layer of fur, its arms display a muscularity that is not excessive, striking a harmonious balance. Furthermore, its thighs possess a substantial thickness, evoking a sense of strength. However, as your gaze trails down, you notice that its hind legs taper into a much skinnier form.

The creature looms closer than anticipated, its intense heat palpable against your skin. Despite its towering presence, its warm breath gently brushes your face. Your breathing stops as you feel something drag across your skin, it's rock hard but there's a softness to it. It pulsates rhythmically, and you swear that you can feel veins throbbing along its surface, a sticky and viscous substance oozing along your skin, inflicting a searing sensation.

You come to the realization that you are positioned just below the creature's waist, nearly at the same height. Was it– its cock touching you? Tears escape from your eyes, and you find yourself unable to move as it accidentally nudges against your lips. The creature is still in search of the sound it heard earlier, but your motionless state and barely audible breaths are causing confusion. You wonder briefly if it's blind.

You ache to turn your head away from it, yet you're acutely aware that any movement on your part could potentially alert it, and you could be killed. You endure it, eyes watching its head whip around for you. It leans closer, hips following suit. Scared that it'll notice your presence, in a hushed surrender, you part your lips, just in time for its throbbing member to slide into your warm, saliva-laden mouth— you had refrained from swallowing, fearing that the sound might betray your presence.  Underestimated, its long thick cock pushes against your throat, forcing you to suppress any sound that threatens to escape. Perhaps you should've just made a run for it.

 You can feel the hefty weight of its balls against your chin and clench your eyes shut as it jerks its hips back, causing you to exhale shakily through your nose. With its motion paused you observe one of its hind legs tapping on the wooden floor, seemingly quivering with delight from the sensation of being in your mouth.

Tears stream down your face as you stifle your sobs, desperately attempting to keep yourself from gagging. The creature's hips begin to thrust with an untamed ferocity, its primal growls and snarls resonating through its chest. Its flavor is raw and invigorating, not entirely repulsive but rather tolerable. The living room fills with the wet, squelching sound as saliva overflows in your mouth. Its member plunges deeper into your throat, causing drool to cascade down your cheek. 

 Your pussy throbs and clenches despite your fear. The disgust you feel towards yourself for being turned on in such a situation only heightens the sensation of disdain. The beast emits guttural grunts now, its hips faltering, and you can sense its impending climax. Arousal drips from your cunt, coating your labia and making your panties stick to you uncomfortably.

 As terrified as you are, the urge to swallow is becoming overwhelmingly difficult to ignore. Squeezing your eyes tightly shut, you succumb to the temptation, swallowing as discreetly as possible, relieved that the sound remains unheard. However, this action seems to have an unexpected effect on the creature, as the feeling of your throat squeezing the tip of its cock causes it to thrust forward abruptly, causing you to gag, feeling it nearly reach the depths of your throat.

 Thick ropes of tacky, sweet cum coat your throat white and you find it hard to swallow. Its legs shudder for a moment and it continues to move its hips in your mouth before it thankfully backs away from the couch, seemingly satisfied.

 Anticipation filled your gaze as you observed it retreat toward the entrance., almost sighing in relief as you parted your thighs, feeling the tension release as your pussy lips spread apart, the sensation of wetness trickling down your thighs.

 Sniff

 Your gaze darted upwards, and a surge of fear coursed through you, and it made you want to scream. The creature was gazing in your direction, yet not directly at you. The door became a distant memory as it slowly retraced its steps toward your position, its nose held high in the air. You realized it must have caught the intoxicating scent of your arousal. In a discreet attempt, you closed your legs, hoping to dissuade its advances.

   But it persisted, undeterred. With your eyes clenched shut, tears streamed down, obscuring your vision. It halted at your head, lowering itself to take a deep, lingering sniff, still unsatisfied. Lower and lower it ventured, until it paused just above your belly button. Another teasing sniff, followed by a playful chuff, before it finally made its way towards your tightly closed legs.

 With a gentle nudge, its snout caressed your thighs, urging you to surrender. You hesitated, knowing that if you resisted, it would employ a more forceful approach. Reluctantly, you yielded, parting your thighs, cursing your decision to forgo pajama bottoms after removing your jeans. A jolt of surprise coursed through you as its elongated, slightly pointed tongue sensually traced the contours of your inner thigh.

Drawing nearer, it sniffed intently, determined to locate the exact origin of the alluring scent. One of its legs rested on the couch, its body contorted to get closer to your pulsating entrance. Though fear gripped you, causing tremors, your wet pussy clenched and released, eagerly anticipating something, anything. The heat of its breath brushed against your legs, its horns pressed against your stomach. Its elongated black tongue slithered forward, disappearing between your thighs, causing your soaked panties to dampen even more so as it leisurely licked and coiled around the fabric.

Eagerly, it buried its head between your luscious thighs, its horns grazing against your quivering stomach. Your body tensed as its teeth sank into your delicate underwear, tearing it apart with horrifying ease. A provocative sniff caused a blush to bloom on your cheeks, and you resisted the urge to close your legs.

And suddenly you’re lost in a haze of desire, your eyes rolled back, surrendering to the intense pleasure coursing through your cunt. Its tongue skillfully traced a path up your slick folds, lavishing attention on your throbbing clit with a delicious roughness. Your legs tensed, responding to the electrifying sensations, while its commanding hands firmly grasped your thighs, ensuring a steady grip as it delved deeper into your pussy.

The relentless drag of its slippery, warm tongue had you gasping for air. It was evident that the beast had developed a fascination with your tender bundle of nerves. As it continued to lap at it, your juices drooled from your throbbing pussy, the thin part of its tongue coiled around your clit, squeezing and prodding it.

You couldn't help but moan out as you came, pussy spasming. Paying no mind to the noise, it continued to lick up your moist slit, rumbling as it stumbled upon your small, tight entrance. Withdrawing, it grasped your legs tightly, almost folding you in half, pressing your thighs against your breasts.

What was happening? What was it doing?

  The sheer heaviness of its throbbing member grazing against your drenched folds elicited a sharp intake of breath, at this point you didn't care if you made noise or not. That thing would surely rip your pussy apart.

 It prodded at your entrance, clumsily trying to find your hole. When the head of its cock finally slid against you, it snarled lowly, the tip of its cock getting drenched from your arousal. The wendigo slowly inched in and you whine out as the bulbous tip slowly pops in, painfully stretching you. Your thighs tremble as your pussy reluctantly give way to its overwhelming thickness, pulsating around the beast timidly.

You're a moaning mess, completely enthralled as its fat, long cock disappears into your dripping cunt. Every vein and ridge pulsates against your sensitive walls. Your tightness clenches around its cock, causing it to emit a deep growl as it sinks deeper and deeper. The bulbous head tenderly grazes your cervix, while its weighty, thick balls press firmly against your ass. Your whimpers and spasms intensify, your eyes rolling back and your nipples straining against your blouse. It remains motionless for a moment, its breaths labored and its grip tightening against your trembling thighs.

With a forceful pull and a swift thrust, it sets a punishing rhythm. The silhouette of its member presses against your abdomen, and it makes you even whine in embarrassment, cheeks flushing. The fear has ebbed away and you can only moan and cry for more, you can feel the drag of its pelvis touch your aching clit when it pulls out. The pain and pleasure meld together, distorting your vision, your eyes bleary and lips parted. 

   A particular rough thrust against your g-spot has you cumming hard and long, your pussy gripping its cock tightly, milking it with fervor. It thrusts into you once more, gently stretching your cervix open, its tip finding a comfortable resting place. Hot, thick ropes of cum flood your womb, the sheer girth of its member ensuring not a single drop escapes, it lasts for a few minutes until your stomach extends slightly and you're too tired to move.

As it withdraws, a torrent of cum spills onto the couch, causing your belly to deflate slightly, yet not completely. The wendigo is finally sheathed, its cock nowhere in sight.

 In an instant, a sensation of weightlessness engulfs you, as if you are floating on air. You find yourself nestled against the powerful chest of the creature, your mind clouded with desire and confusion. Despite your desperate attempts, you are unable to break free from its hold, your throat throbbing with pain. 

  In the blink of an eye, the two of you are whisked away, leaving the safety of the house behind. Your feeble attempt to reach for the door is futile, as it vanishes into thin air. Now, surrounded by the mysterious allure of the forest, you realize that you are not alone. More of those captivating creatures encircle you, their presence both exhilarating and unnerving.

 Tears cascade down your delicate cheeks as your gaze is drawn to their thick, long, heavy cocks hanging between their legs— despite how absolutely terrified you are, your pussy begins to ache and drip. Gradually, you are lowered onto the soft ground, the sensation of the grass teasing your supine form. One of the creatures steps forward, communicating with its companion in a series of excited chitters. 

  Your trembling legs are gently parted, allowing a thicker, lengthier shaft to penetrate your eager entrance. The keening sound of your wanton moans fills the air, blending with the rustling of the grass in the secluded clearing. Suddenly, something nudges your lips, and as you gaze upwards, another creature stands before you, its gaze fixated upon your vulnerable form. Without hesitation, you part your lips, your eyes widening in anticipation as their hips thrust forward, plunging into your mouth, instantly throat-fucking you. You splutter and gag, fear settling deep in your chest.

 Your gaze becomes misty as your eyes well up, and as you peer through them, you notice a multitude of over 50 more of them, cocks oozing with precum, waiting for a chance to fuck you themselves.

Is this how you'd be living now?

[abbyfmc]

My Ideas for #YandereTober & Halloween:

You already read the title.

Yandere Immortal x Female Reader.

Yandere Kraken x Sailor or Pirate Reader.

Yandere Angel x Reader.

Yandere Demon x Reader(Human, angel or other demon).

Yandere Wendigo x Female reader.

Yandere Frankenstein monster x Female reader.

Yandere Scientific abomination x Female Scientist Reader.

Yandere Zombie x Survivor reader.

Yandere Parasyte x Female reader.

Yandere Dark king ghost x Urban explorer reader

Yandere Mad scientist x Subject of experiments reader.

Yandere Clown x Tourist Reader.

Yandere Master of ceremonies x Female Tourist Reader.

Yandere Freakshow x Female Tourist Reader.

Yandere Corpse Groom x Female Reader.

Yandere Drider or spider monster/abomination x Lost Explorer Reader.

Yandere Pirate x Mermaid Reader.

Yandere Vampire x Pregnant Human Reader.

Yandere Human x Angel (male or female) Reader.

Yandere Pumpkin Monster x Female Reader.

Yandere Priest or cultist x God/dess Reader.

Yandere Werewolf x Female reader.

Yandere Naga/Lamia x Fe/male reader.

Yandere Painter x Model Reader.

Yandere Wizard/Witch x Fe/male reader.

Yandere Scarecrow x Female Farmer Reader.

Yandere eldritch evil god x benevolent eldritch goddess.

Yandere serial killer(like a slasher) x Female Victim Reader.

Yandere Cannibal Family x Female Guest Reader.

Yandere Coraline (Concept).

Yandere Fairy.

[urbigsockssmell]

Monster - Chapter 1.

Male! Wendigo x Female! Reader

DISCLAIMER!!! YOU CAN ONLY CONTINUE READING THIS BOOK ON WATTPAD AND AO3 UNDER @UrBigSocksSmell AND THE BOOK IS CALLED "Monster" UPDATES WON'T BE HAPPENING HERE ON TUMBLR ONLY THERE!!!

Summary: In your last moments before death, you make a deal with the Devil himself. To provide it with as much food as you can from your butcher job to save your life and the lives of everyone around you. Even if it knows the amount of food you can give it still won't be enough, it goes along with your plan for whatever reason of curiosity it has.

Reader discretion is advised for disturbing depictions of animal corpses, body horror, blood, gore, paranoia and so much more.

While in the beginning of such a beautiful night when the moon started to shine over all the white eyes looking up at it, you weren't able to enjoy such a pretty sight.

You were locking the doors and locks of your shop while keeping your eyes barely open. Today was a tiring day for you, given the annoying customer you had to serve just now and the nagging you had gotten from your father on the phone about some bullshit you could care less about. At least now the only thing you'd have to worry about was the walk home while avoiding any social contact with anyone you saw.

And you did just that. When the street lights loomed over the street and made you look like a shadow, you hid behind the hood of your jacket and avoided the people walking by. It may have looked suspicious because of the little droplets of blood from your messy job and the dark eyebags under your eyes but you would have a chance at avoiding any people you might've recognized, which was a win-win situation for you.

The night was still young and cold, and it was starting to scare you how quiet it had become. Late-night walks home from your job always bothered you and you were grateful when you had the chance to clock out early. This time that wasn't the case, and you were now left alone in the street with little crickets making sounds and the wind lightly blowing in your face. Now more than ever were you wishing that the people you passed by would come back and save you from this horrific place.

Minutes later, you found yourself in the dead of the town's light, and it wasn't so scary now. Yet, you couldn't help it when walking by the town's square, it was a group of people all circled something and you couldn't bare the curiosity brewing inside of you. Your anti-social self was screaming at you to go home, to forget about this the next day, but as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.

"Hey, what's going on?" Your voice was raspy and you had to cough to have it come back to normal when talking to one of the people around. You had to previously lift off your hood back to minimize the suspicion on you while walking towards the group. Did you notice just now upon closer inspection how they all had horror looks on their faces. The person you had called out to had one too, they gave you a disgusted look, looked you up and down, and walked off as if you just laughed at their grandmother's death. Once the number of people was lowered you could see the reason why they were gathered clearly.

It was true, curiosity killed the cat. And this time the cat in question was your spirit that died within you the moment you saw it.

It.. it made you regret coming here, made you regret that you took this pathway home. It was clear why they were all around here to see the thing, but just why did they have to stay? Why did they stay around as if they weren't disgusted by it? If they hadn't, you wouldn't have seen it too. Seen the image of the dead animal before you, slaughtered and eaten alive. It had no organs left, no skin, nothing left of it except for its bones fully in place that were covered red. It had no head attached to it, no skull like it was taken from human hands. It was unrecognizable, to the point that it could've even been a human and no one would ever know. You've dealt with skinning animals and distinguishing them in way worse ways before, yet to have done something like this was purely heartless.

You turned your head from the flesh of bones when someone addressed you pelotly, their eyes had the same horror look as now did yours too and everyones around you. "Y-you're the town's butcher, right? Do you know what c-could've done it?" They stuttered at their words, clearly frightened by the thought of said beast. "I-I don't know, I truly don't know. It c-could be a pack of wolves or a bea--" You tried to answer them but your words were stuttered out the more you talked about this monster.

In the mass of bodies of meat all in one place, you could've never noticed the white eyes looking over your figure up and down as if searching for something.

Even when you disappeared feeling horrified, it still remembered the smell you left behind of blood, meat, and sweet death.

[sami-guinea-arts]

I've been wanting to ask you something about your ocs for a while but I always chickened out out of embarrassment lol

How do witches and covens work? Witches are born into them or a person can join later in their life? What would be the requirements to join in that case?

Sorry if it's too specific.

Oh sure, I love to share lore! In fact, I did want to make a post about them in book style to talk about (my version) of witches in the series.

LONG post below! Took a while to answer :D

How do witches and covens work? I based my witches mainly on the ones from the Soul Eater series, meaning souls are involved. But also from irl tales. Witches look like humans. Male (amab) witches exist too, tho they are rarer. They differ from the females (afab) in some of their powers. Obviously, nonbinary and such exist too. "Witch" is actually a gender neutral term, tho I call the males Warlocks. With magic souls, they are stronger and more enduring than normal humans and have a FAR longer lifespan. The coven leader which I yet have to design is over 800 years old, lol. One might consider them immortal, but they can still die to weapons and such. Of course, they can still suffer injuries from guns and poison, but it takes more than that to kill one. Witches' biggest weakness is fire, hence witch burning. Only exception is Calida (she's Mtf, meaning born male), who has fire powers. They also can't step on church blessed ground and take major damage from holy water, crosses, etc.

A coven is a group of usually 13 witches, one of them the "leader". My coven, despite focusing on dark magic, still cares about balance (in their way obviously) and the cult/the eyes has been their enemy since centuries. It has 7 members so far. The leader, Azura, Wendy, Louhi, Lucy, Natalie and Calida. Covens irl gather for rituals and practices, while mine is sorta also a group of closure, as all members are outsiders of society with rather tragic backgrounds. I try to make them all different in bodytypes and personality, but it gets harder the more I'd add. Also, while all can do magic (black magic, blood magic), they all have themes. Such as Louhi's being shapeshifting, Wendy is a wendigo (animal), Lucy is poison, etc. The coven leader can do all sorts of spartial magic. Witches have personal brooms, but can use all brooms to fly! Their magic is the strongest under full moon, while they get very destructive under a blood moon. Witches can sense each other's magic sorta telepathically and keep their identity hidden for obvious reasons. Mine look kinda down on other witch OCs who openly express being witches, such as wearing witch clothing etc. as humans would probably hunt them down. ----- Witches are born into them or a person can join later in their life? In my universe, both! All my OCs that are witches are naturally born witches. However, you can also be a human becoming a witch by pacts with certain beings, such as the deity my coven worships. It changes a human soul to that of a witch, giving it magic abilites. It is how in my AUs, Carmen and Lila get turned into witches. Turned witches are not as powerful as naturally born ones tho. Obviously higher chances to be born a witch is if both parents are witches, because usually the result of human x witch is a hybrid. You can also be born as a full witch via recessive genes, like if one of your ancestor was one, but it is rare. You can also create hybrids with other species, such as vampires, werewolves, demons, etc. ----- What would be the requirements to join in that case? While normally, one can just find a higher magical being and do a deal with them of some sort. Being part of the coven means you are loyal to them, it is death penalty if you are also working for the cult in secret. Unlike the cult tho, they will not force someone in front of their deity to be turned. My coven is "old school", the leader only allowes members that identify as women. Meaning that, MtF folks are allowed too obviously. For example, one member is Calida, an OC from my friend, who is Natalie's sister. She's MtF. Basically you must "feel like a woman with your soul." The reason is that...the deity this coven worships requests it for some reason. So far all members are naturally born witches, but new members are welcomed, as long as they are not part of the cult yet and their soul can handle a "transformation". Coven members can't be converted by the eyes and are immune to it, while cult members who are converted by the eyes are immune to the coven deity.

Irl covens from my knowledge don't care about gender! Also please do not confuse dark magic mainly used in media such as movies with "Wicca", Wicca is peaceful and has nothing to do with any dark practices. While cult members have the amulet (some people also give them a spider or diamond shaped tattoo, we don't know if they have any), Coven members all have a pentagram (pentacle) tattoo on their back and a tatoo of the "goddess" on their stomach. Also rune tattoos that wrap around arms and legs. Only the tattoos on the arms/legs can be hidden. Meaning joining will also get you these.

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Info about my Disney's House Of Mouse OCs

Lady Iris

Staff member – works as guest supervisor

Human

Spark

Guest

Steampunk themed OC

Wears a pair of his mechanical boots, in which to gain boost

Freeze

Guest

Russian-American

Explorer

Presumed dead from hypothermia when she is going to explore Antarctica

June

Guest

Therapy cat

Acts like a supportive therapist

Magma

Guest

Human

Irish

Suffers from burn marks after he fell into lava

Halo

Goat

Christian

Non-binary

Respectful to everyone's religions

Some of their personality is shared by Claude Frollo

Scythe

Guest

Halloween themed

Scarecrow

Male

Raises three kids(Pumpkin, Reese and Dove)

Despite being annoyed by their antics, he deeply cares about them

Paw

Guest

Inspired by Needlem0use

Cat

Unlike Needlem0use, Paw doesn't possess a human

Pumpkin and Reese

Guests

Cats

Halloween themed

They both love Halloween and candy

Pumpkin is a female

Reese is a demiboy

Both raised by Scythe

Dove

Guest

Goat skeleton

She's a child

Raised by Scythe

Carefree personality

Roams around the club, speaking out creepy stuff at the club's staff, despite being very young to know that

Gore

Guest

Wendigo

Obsessed with death

Pure evil

Polka

Clowncore

Clown

Guest

Performer

Venom's friend

Venom

Perfomer

Guest

Spider

Polka's friend

Fawn

Deer

Guest

Quiet

Is very calm around Disney's animal characters and even understands them well

Tam

Mute

Guest

Rabbit

Uses signs and their feelings to communicate with others

Heart and Vorce

Conjoined twins

Heart represents the sin of lust

Vorce represents the sin of wrath

Guests

Demons

Heart has a heart pupil on his left eye

Vorce has a x pupil on his right eye

Lady Clover

Staff member – works as guest supervisor

Human

Mocha

Guest

Wonderland and coffee aesthetic

Tak

Inspired by Needlem0use

Guest

Fox

Swirly

Guest

Hypnosis demon

Has swirls for eyes

Sapphire

Steampunk themed

Wears goggles and a jetpack with mechanical wings

Guest

Sunstone

Pirate themed

Interests in gems

Guest

Noon

Guest

Dream demon

Sleeps throughout the entire club

Opal

Guest

Goat

Christian

Female

Dislikes sorcery

Rose

Guest

Ventriloquist

Hallow

Halloween themed

Scarecrow

Guest

Spotty

Clowncore

Performer working both the club and their own circus

Clown

Moonlight

Guest

Goat demon

Wears a ghost costume to hide their identity

Roams around the club, speaking out creepy facts at the club's staff

Vein

Vampire

Guest

Cell

Spider demon

Inspired by Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel

Guest supervisor in Vanity's villains only clubs

Rival and an opposite to Celina

Celina

Sheep like angel

Guest supervisor (mostly for the heroes)

Rivals with Cell

Soul

Wendigo

Guest

Obsessed with death

Muff

Guest

Soft aesthetic

Wuzz

Staff member - works as apprentice of supervising guests

Right hand and close friend to Clover

Choc

Guest

Dessert themed

Has an ability to create any dessert

Sal

Staff member - works as props handler

Imp

Jingles

New guest of Lord Humility's heroes only club

Angel

Jangles

New guest of Lord Vanity's villains clubs

Imp

Jingle

Christmas themed

Guest

Lan and Jin

Lan is Halloween themed

Jin is Christmas themed

Guests

Lan as sprit of Halloween

Jin as spirit of Christmas

Wei and Lui

Conjoined twins

Wei represents sin of wrath

Lui represents sin of lust

Guests

Feather

Guest

Helpful with the club's staff

Kig

Rabbit

Inspired by Needlem0use

Enemies with Tak since they torture them a lot

Guest

Mac

Dog

Inspired by Needlem0use

Guest

Enemies with Paw

Lord Humility

Arch angel

Runs clubs only for all heroes

Host

Lord Vanity

Faun demon hybrid

Runs clubs only for all villains

Host

Lord Hubris

Inspired by the exorcist angels and Adam from Hazbin Hotel

Leader of his group of exorcist angels in order to wipe out the villain population

Hates villains with a burning passion

Vanity's Imps

Minions to the Lord

They treat their lord with respect

Inspired by the imps from Helluva Boss

Some have wings

Have the height of a child

Staff members

Humility's Cherubs

Helpers to the Lord and the club

Always supportive to their leader

Have the height of a child

Staff members

Hubris' Exorcists

Inspired by the exorcist angels from Hazbin Hotel

Most are females, although some are males

Lord Marine VI

Leader of Envy City

Fish demon

Has fish demon as minions

Lord Cotton VII

Leader of Sloth City

Goat demon

Has sheep and goat demons as minions

Lord Rage II

Leader of Wrath City

Dragon

Has dragons and imps as minions

Lord Crimson I

Leader of Pride City

Demon

Has imps as his minions

Lord Alexandre V

Demon

Leader of Lustville

Has succubi and incubi as his minions

Lady Sweet III

Leader of Glutton City

Arachnid demon

Has animal demons and animal hybrids as minions

Lord Jade IV

Leader of Greed City

Centaur demon

Has clown demons, snake demons, centaurs and sharks as minions

Sin Spiders

7 of them named after seven deadly sins – Pride, Wrath, Glutton, Greed, Lust, Envy, and Sloth

Loyal apprentices of the deadly sin lords

Cousins of Cell

Spider demons

Tune

Spider demon

Friend of Cell

Music themed

Has music notes as pupils

Ares

Sheep

Leads a bed of lambs who he treats them dearly with care and support

Father figure to his bed of lambs

Ares' Lambs

Lambs

Inspired by Egg Boiz from Hazbin Hotel

Lady Humble I

Ruler of Humility City

Goat angel hybrid

Opposite counterpart and mortal enemy to Lord Crimson I

Lord Patience II

Ruler of Patience City

Sea dragon angel hybrid

Opposite counterpart and mortal enemy to Lord Rage II

Lord Temperance III

Ruler of Temperance City

Mixed hybrid of a coyote, a butterfly and an angel

Opposite counterpart and mortal enemy to Lady Sweet III

Lord Generous IV

Ruler of Generosity City

Spider angel hybrid

Opposite counterpart and mortal enemy to Lord Jade IV

Lord Chastity V

Ruler of Chastity City

Mixed hybrid of a faun and a seraphim angel

Opposite counterpart and mortal enemy to Lord Alexandre V

Lady Kindness VI

Ruler of Kindness City

Bird angel hybrid

Opposite counterpart and mortal enemy to Lord Marine VI

Lady Diligence VII

Ruler of Diligence Town

Sheep angel hybrid

Opposite counterpart and mortal enemy to Lady Cotton VII

Van and Bris

Hench-twins to Lord Crimson I

Residents of Pride City

Van represents Vanity

Bris represents Hubris

Destiny, Humble and Meek

Hench-triplets to Lady Humility I

Residents of Humility City

Destiny represents modesty

Humble represents humbleness

Meek represents meekness

Cherubs

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Filled it out by myself ;) TW for self harm and suicide

💡 - How did you come to create this oc and what were you inspired by? My first SM OC was Lucy. I was inspired to make an OC after finally watching Tender Treats and Bob became my fav. However, I didn't want to instantly make an OC shipped with him. Instead, I made her to be his enemy, which is why I made her with poison abilities. She was mainly inspired by Medusa. I specifically got ideas from other media, such as ATLA, MLP, etc. Wendy was then Bob's love interest. However I didn't want to make her one of these "Ohhh I kill and eat people too lol" OCs, which is why I made her into a wendigo. Babs actually was first inspired by the one family guy episode where we meet Quagmires abused sister Brenda, then also Fluttershy. Also the trope of a close one in bliss. I wanted her to be opposite from Bob, as I see a lot of his relatives, especially kids, also being crazy killers.

♥️ - Do they have a partner? And if so, are they a canon character or another oc? So far, all my OCs are shipped with canon characters, but I am open to OC x OC ships too! Wendy X Bob, Lucy X Carmen, Natalie X Patty, Louhi X John, Babs X Lila, Vincent X Michelle, Lyca X Streber, Azura X Rick (I don't care about doubles, the more shippers, the better lol)

✨ - Are they part of the cult? What is their role there then? Nope, none! I see a ton of OCs in the cult and I think we need some balance with OCs working against the cult. Plus, I am not that interested in it.

🎞️ - If your oc existed in the series, in which episodes would they appear and what would change? I am not sure about it, as with their jobs and lore, they'd really interfere with canon events. Such as Vincent following/comforting Michelle and not letting Moloch kill her. Lyca would pick up Bob's scent from Streber and beat the shit out of him once she catches up. Minor events: Azura would probably also be in front of the car with Rick during Hollow Sorrows, while Natalie would also be shown in the hospital.

🌈 - What is the sexuality and gender identity of your oc? So far I only have cis males and females. Wendy/Lyca - Pansexual, Lucy - Lesbian, Vincent/Azura - Hetero, Natalie - Asexual/Biromantic, Louhi/Babs - Bisexual

⌛ - How old is your oc (in age terms)? All are adults. The coven leader and Vincent are 800+. Lyca is chronologically 68, while physically and mentally she is 33. The rest are young adults, till Natalie and Wendy. For the witches their ages are mostly random and based on their personality and lore. But you never know as they can be far older than they look.

🏡 - Do they have any family or are they related to a canonical character? Babs is Bob's younger sister. Vincent later sees Dexter as his own son.

💼 - Where and what does your oc work? Babs - Librarian, Wendy - Hair stylist, Vincent - Restaurant critic, Louhi - Waitress, Lucy - Florist, Natalie - Nurse, Lyca - Cop, Azura - Bodyguard

⚰️ - Do they die at some point or have they had a near-death experience? Wendy technically died many many times, she's semi immortal and heals by eating human meat. Lucy and Lyca have big scars from...incidents. Babs unalives herself after finding out Bob died.

📼 - What would be their favorite movie or what movie do you associate with them? Wendy loves horror movies. Lucy likes feminism and romance (wlw) themed ones. Azura prefers neutral nature documentaries.

🎧 - What would be their favorite song or what song do you relate to them? So far none, I am bad with themesongs.

🔪 - Have they ever killed someone? Wendy killed her father during her first wendigo transformation and also family (also without intention) who found her in the woods and took her in. Lyca killed people during her job. Vincent has killed several cult members before to show them they can't force him to join. Babs shot her ex, as he was about to kill Bob.

👹 - Are they humans or something different? Vincent - Vampire, Lyca - Werewolf, Wendy - Witch/Wendigo, Lucy, Louhi, Natalie and Azura are witches.

🐾 - Do they have pets or would they like to have one? None has one!

💔 - Is there any canon character that your oc hates? Lucy HATES Bob's guts and wants him gone, she also doesn't get along with Dexter and John. She also hates Jaune because she hates Carmen. Vincent's mortal enemy is Moloch after he killed Michelle, same for Lyca with Bob after he injured Streber.

🚫 - Anything your oc CAN'T do? Babs can't cook for shit, it is either a chemical weapon or a charcoal. Probably more things with the others, but can't think of anything specific atm.

👍 - What is the best feature of your oc? Lucy is a master toxicologist and the strongest witch in the coven after the leader magic wise. Wendy and Lyca are crazy strong and agile. Vincent is rich af and also gathered a lot of knowledge. Babs is kind and selfless.

👎 - What is the worst feature of your oc? Lucy is a bitch if she dislikes someone and lets them know it. Wendy and Lyca are prone to violence when upset, same with Natalie. Azura's resting bitch face and monotone voice makes people think she's bored 24/7. Babs' kindess makes her get taken advantage of a lot.

🥀 - What is the worst moment in your oc's life so far? Babs finding out her brother died and is a cannibal killer cultist. For Wendy...basically the night of the sacrifice (she ate her cult as a wendigo). Azura losing her leg and Natalie going blind. Vincent first seeing Michelle suffer and then losing her.

🎪 - Any hobbies your oc has? Lucy - Gardening, Wendy and Lyca - Working out, hiking, etc., Louhi - Sewing, Babs - Drawing/Painting

🗻 - What is your oc's favorite place? Babs likes peace and quiet, so the library she works at. Wendy loves the woods.

I didn't see anyone do this so...

🎃Spooky month oc ask game💀

💡 - How did you come to create this oc and what were you inspired by?

♥️ - Do they have a partner? And if so, are they a canon character or another oc

✨ - Are they part of the cult? What is their role there then?

🎞️ - If your oc existed in the series, in which episodes would they appear and what would change?

🌈 - What is the sexuality and gender identity of your oc?

⌛ - How old is your oc (in age terms)?

🏡 - Do they have any family or are they related to a canonical character?

💼 - Where and what does your oc work?

⚰️ - Do they die at some point or have they had a near-death experience?

📼 - What would be their favorite movie or what movie do you associate with them?

🎧 - What would be their favorite song or what song do you relate to them?

🔪 - Have they ever killed someone?

👹 - Are they humans or something different?

🐾 - Do they have pets or would they like to have one?

💔 - Is there any canon character that your oc hates?

🚫 - Anything your oc CAN'T do?

👍 - What is the best feature of your oc?

👎 - What is the worst feature of your oc?

🥀 - What is the worst moment in your oc's life so far?

🎪 - Any hobbies your oc has?

🗻 - What is your oc's favorite place?

Feel free to tag anyone you want and have fun!

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Wendigo x Human Male (Amara)

- Stay safe everyone -

Female monster x human male

WARNING: Mentions of blood and gore, death, swearing and injury.

The Cold Always Bites

The cold had bitten at your features throughout the journey you had taken outside, until you were certain the frostbite had taken over the control of your fingers and toes, leaving your skin blue and black.

It wouldn’t take long before you would be taken by the cold, the wintery cold that was present in the northern air of the town you had settled in: your guide, a guy named Egil, was one of the many rough and rugged settlers who had lived there in a town with less than 400 people.

When he had shown you to your small cabin quarters, he was quick to tell you of the layout of the land, where to go, where not to go, and the best place to go to get a bite to eat. With that, he was out of existence as quickly as he had appeared.

You didn’t think much of it, a town not remotely happy and welcoming to visitors and outsiders, you weren’t sceptical to receive open arms and warm smiles.

The town and its people matched the outside; cold and brittle.

You had ventured out day and all to through to the night, blanketed by the fog of misty twilight, the frozen winds bit at your skin, making it feel on fire. The days grew thinner whilst the nights grew long, and with what you were looking for from years of studying, you knew your hopes were dwindling.

Your chances of discovering the secret population of wolves and other animals that hid within the woods were dwindling thanks to the rural hosing of the settler’s homes; the chance of finding something before its existence vanished.

There was the talk of their whereabouts festering in the woods, and that was where you ventured out each day, and when you returned, you were closer to giving up.

The fifth day into your travels, you were further out than you had wanted to go out, the light from the grey sun was retreating, and you were facing the growing darkness mixed with the winds of snow and ice break your guidance to get back before you got lost.

You could say you got lost very quickly, with not knowing how you would get back. Shelter, you needed shelter, no matter if it was a 5s-star hotel that had miraculously appeared in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere or some sticks for a roof, you needed somewhere to hide from the winds.

Years of hunting with your father and brothers had been most useful for a situation like this: sheltering from the icy cold, not as much. But to build a shelter from scratch was an easier task than to be left out in nature’s habitat without one.

You looked around your area as best as you could, looking as far as your eyes could over the odd trees that looked like haunting gaunt silhouettes, over the blizzard as it hardened with rage.

Your only hope was to go into what looked like an opening to a cave: its hollow exterior made you think its protection wasn’t safe inside, possibly it could collapse, but your hopes were dwindling faster the more you were out there in the open.

You trudged through the snow to your knees, your bones were completely numb and so were your fingers and joints, and soon you knew the frost would come in quick to freeze them over if you didn’t warm up quickly.

Your clothes were thinner than usual - soaked through with mud caked to you like a new layer of skin.

You got into the opening, just shy away from being blinded by the storm to blink back to see your surroundings. There were a larger gap and space that dropped down not too far from where you were, and where you were and leant over, you couldn’t see how far the drop was or what was at the bottom.

Your head had been craned back, your attention on what was behind you, and when you looked through, the cave walls were slick and sharp, blackened with what could be described as someone rubbing soot along the walls for decades.

Maybe I could start a fire, before the cold creeps back in. You thought, judging silently how you would make your descent down into the hollow abyss. The sounds you heard: the sound of dripping water coming from everywhere, the harsh echoes of your feet scraping against the stoned ground, you knew this was no place fit for humans.

You braced yourself against the ledge, years of crafting and working in the wilderness had given you a rough physique, helpful for you to keep you strong, but even still the attempt to descend further down without equipment was questionable, if not downright careless.

A sound resounded from behind you, tingling up your back and sending shivers down the back of it, a skittish sound of something running past you to hide. Your eyes turned back too late, your hand misguiding a rock and slipping from its grasp, and you lurched forward suddenly, all bodyweight rocking you forward; leaving you scrambling for the cave rock for stability.

Your body had leant too far forward, and the wall was out of your reach, and before long, you could see the view perfectly from upside down, the ground that you couldn’t see was now quickly coming up to meet your falling body.

You grunted, squeezing your eyes shut when you made contact with whatever you thought would kill you, an immediate pain surging through the back of you and reaching towards your legs, and your mind searched to question whether you had been paralysed or broken your legs from the collision.

You grunted in surprise, rolling around in agony: the searing pain that spread like wildfire across your skin. You slowly squinted your eyes open, looking around the area as you stared down the gaping darkness - a pain seeping below you.

When you looked down, the realisation to what was sticking into you, the heavy toll of your mortality staring back at you through an unexpected stack of bones scattered around you.

Is this where I shall die? Stuck in a place like this? Your eyes felt heavy with tears, something slick to your face as you slowly tried to sit up, before standing to your feet.

When you had gone to touch your back, you had retracted your fingers, and upon looking down, your back was oily and coated, with sweat at first, but you knew sweat wasn’t crimson red.

You grimaced, eyes growing heavy as something lulled you to fall to the cluttered ground of bones, the sharper edges sticking into your flesh, the heavy feeling of both being watched and the morbid dread fell across you like a heavy lead curtain.

Through the empty caverns of below, you could hear even your heartbeat race to your eardrums: the sound of something once against hurrying past through the darkness brought your head to look back with the knowledge that there was some sort of animal down here.

The sounds were clear as if it was hauling itself across the sea of bones, larger than you could imagine. A bear came to mind, and its hideout seemed plausible. Whatever it was, it sounded big, and it was growing closer to you.

An audible crunch from the bones came from your far right, as when you looked, a part of the chasm wall opened up from what you could see that blended in with the rest of the darkness; the outline of something emerging out to you.

There was something so human about the outline of this thing: the shape of it and how it moved with a bowed back, your mind went to initially it then being a hermit living in the caves, a cannibal hermit who lived off of eating ungodly amounts of creatures and had never seen another individual in decades, but the more that emerged, the more you realised - you were more or less wrong.

A raspy moan came from its long neck and head, its face hollow and gaunt like the rest of its lithe body, how you spotted, its skin was grey, matted and rubbery in places. There was a cascade of black tresses attached to its head, spots of it missing with a noticeable fracture in the creature’s skull at the front of its forehead.

You could see its head properly through the sable abyss: how its head peered at you and snarled like a wild animal, long bent arms scrapping at everything as it parted through the bones like a boat through the water, its skeleton body made you take notice of how it moved rigidly, like a gargoyle.

It snarled and howled, wailing and contorting at your presence, and you spotted the sharp nails attached to the fingernails, blackened and some fallen off from the cold, there were chunks of something attached underneath the nail, and your stomach fell into a bottomless pit of queasiness.

Its face was horrifying: so thin with sunken cheeks, there were two twisted horns in its head, growing like trees trunks as if they had been growing and mutated, the creature looked at you with eyes a pale milky blue; eyes that looked frosted over.

Eyes more so than just bitter, they looked pained, woeful. Your heart sensed a prang for it, and you could believe it might’ve been female from its slender shape, but you weren’t exactly sure still what you were looking at. You were sure you were looking at a very emaciated young woman who had been mutated to look like this, but you were sure this wasn’t normal.

You retreated away from its pacing, hitting the wall behind you with some expectancy. “Erm, hello?” You found your voice, strained and hoarse.

“Get out.” The creature lurched forward, snapping its broken sharp teeth at you, its sunken cheeks chittering. “Before I hunt you down.” Its voice was detached and raspy, nothing to resemble proper human talk, but it was still fascinatingly terrifying to know how it knew your language.

“I would, but I got in trouble... I fell here, and I may be injured, erm.” You wavered, your head looking up for emphasis. The creature’s large head swayed, following the direction you had come down from accidentally.

You continued, watching its movements. “The cold, the storm I was getting away from, I was lost.”

“Lost?” Its teeth chattered against one another, clanking they connected, and you remembered the times in biology when someone had gotten the skull and moved the teeth together to make it speak. “No-one gets lost on purpose. Unless they want to be found.”

“I know, I just...” you winced when you moved once more, and they caught notice of your face scrunching up in discomfort. Their clouded eyes trailed from your face to your hand covered in blood, and sniffing the air like a hound, they crawled closer to you.

“You bleed.” Its voice warbled along the thin air.

“Yeah,” You didn’t know whether it was a question, but it would’ve been obvious by now that the bones had been the ones too of brought you your injury, “I guess I do.”

The creature, trailed just below your feet, looking to it, slowly not doing anything but stare with a sunken and haunting look. “I erm, I need to get out of here. Get back home.”

“You can’t.” It whispered lowly. “No-one can leave, no escape.”

Your hear fell in your chest, as you staggered to grip at the wall with your shaking hands. “There must be a way somehow... I can’t just die here!” They'll get a search and rescue out for me by the morning, the people can’t be too naïve to know when someone goes missing, can they?

“How do I get out?” You asked, once more, desperate, turning your back as you looked back over the tall walls that loomed over you. “Everything dies, what is wrong with that?” Its voice hangs through the air with little emotion nor surprise or your situation.

You could feel the situation begin to loom over you as the walls did, and you were panicking from the sheer thought of being stuck here. “Oh, is that what happened to you here, huh? You just decided to fucking wander in here and die?” Your voice bitterly questioned, the denial settling in.

The lanky creature did no speak at first, but it just watched. “I remember my death, how I died. Here.” It pointed to the large skull, where the crack laid on its bloodied skin. “I fell, I think.”

Your questions kept coming. “What was your name, if you know?”

It pondered philosophically. “I think... we were called Amara.”

You wanted to laugh at the thought, that this was once a human being, but it didn’t all make sense. If she had died, she would be dead, not this thing-

Your eyes widened in realisation, the realisation of what she was. “You’re a wendigo. But they don’t fucking exist!”

‘Amara’ snarled once more at you, leaning in close that she breathed hotly against the back of your neck. With little effort, she grabbed you by the bend of your elbow, lifting you with ease into the air until your feet kicked from the short height.

She sniffed once more at your bloodied shirt, pulling it up so the wound was clear to see. “They were the same, they came and waited.” Her mouth came closer to your skin until you felt her teeth graze against you. “We all were.” Before giving a long lick from the bottom to the top, not missing a part that had been covered in blood.

You grimaced in the pain, the stinging of her saliva and how she held you like a ragdoll, you thought by now, you would be dead; maybe that’s what the bodies are, they’re humans too, not just animals.

You didn’t want to believe this creature was something of folklore, or starvation and the cold, these wendigos resulted in cannibalism. And it seemed you would be next.

‘Amara’ smelled once more at your current situation, before looking bringing you down once more to the ground with little effort, your body stuttering backwards from the force. You gawked up through the darkness of the cave, watching cautiously.

The wendigo looked back at you with no more than a look, looking behind her. “Come, there might be a way for you.”

You quickly picked yourself up, bounding up on your feet as you followed her out of the small opening she had looked to of gotten through, and you found yourself crawling through all sorts; entrails, blood and mud, the odour was something more powerful that you don’t know if you would be able to get out of your nostrils.

Amara crawled with the knowledge expertise of the small systems, and it made you wonder how long she had been here for she knew where to go with little effort.

You crawled behind her with some difficulty, trying your best to keep up with her as she suddenly stilled, all movement halting as she looked back on you with expectancy, a look she gave you that made you believe she didn’t believe you would follow.

“Through there,” she nudged with her large head, “your freedom.”

She entered first, letting you come through as you entered the next passage, entirely smaller than the first. The walls were a deep colour in red, slicked crimson and dripping.

You jumped through, entering what was perhaps wheat that had been mixed with blood and made into some sort of concoction to resemble sand.

There wasn’t much in the room, but the stench was more powerful than through that tunnel or in the previous room, and it went through your nostrils straight into your stomach, making you want to empty the meal you had eaten earlier on that day.

“Fuck, what is this place?”

Amara looked on in silence, fascinated at it all. “I opened my eyes and found myself here. It was after I had fallen, but it kept me safe, protected. I hope it would be suited for you.”

You turned to her with your heart thrumming out of your chest, raging in your ears and throat, and when you hadn’t expected to see her standing so close to you, you didn’t know what to await.

“For what I must do, I’m sorry.” Her voice was higher than usual, trembling as if in front of you was the girl who had died a very long time ago, not some monster anyone else would call her.

“What? What the hell do you mean?” You took a step away from her, heart dropping, adrenaline making you believe you could outrun her and flee, but where would you go and how would you get out?

Amara grabbed at your arm once more with her much longer ones, pulling you close to her as you could smell her breathing heavily down on you, the smell of something rotting on her tongue. Without even missing a beat, her large mouth opened, hanging teeth in range as it clamped around your arm with ease, biting down into the flesh like she was a rabid dog.

Your mouth hung open widely, a scream leaving your throat as the pain bubbled over your flesh, aflame. You wriggled and convulsed in her grip, the pain never subduing, and it brought her fangs to sink in deeper towards your arm. Deeper and deeper, the pain seeped, blood spewing out like a fountain as you could feel yourself trying to get out of it, the thought of bleeding out in a place you couldn’t escape was not on your agenda.

“It’s been so long since I ate,” Amara growled around your flesh, tugging on it in hopes of ripping it off the bone, your screams never ceasing. She managed with little effort, and you fell to the ground a little bit lighter, your arm still in her mouth as she ravaged on it with little care.

When you had looked down to the bone, it was clean off, blood dripping out as you laid in horror and silence, the lightheaded feeling beginning to build in your head.

“Stop... please.” You begged as loud as you could your voice, your voice strained and strangled. It hurt and it hurt so fucking much. Amara dropped your severed arm like a dog bored of their toy, crawling their way to hang their large head over you, blood seeping down her hanging maw, down onto your pale flesh.

With no words, Amara grabbed at your head, like it was a football, and with little hesitation, you could feel the edges of your eyes darken. “Forgive me.” And you don’t think you were aware of your head falling over your body like a curtain; darkness ensuing.

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[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

Finding Him

AU!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping/taken, angst, mentions/implications of rape, mentions of blood, gruesome I think, maybe. (If I need more warnings, I’ll add them. Not sure what I need for warnings right now) I would recommend to being at least 18 to be safe.

Summary: Dean doesn’t come home from a supply run. Sam and the Reader find the Impala, but no Dean. Who would take Dean? Why? Clock’s ticking.

Word count: 2,400-ish

a/n: Inspired by a fic called Lost by @talesmaniac89​, only I switched the roles and the whole premise of the story in comparison.

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His vision blackened by the dark hood that covered his head.

“See boss, I found him, one of the Winchester boys.” A male voice says. As if he were expecting a prize.

“Yes, I see that, you were also to get his little brother you nitwit!” another man shouted.

Dean could hear growls in the distance. Meaning he was dealing with more than just one monster. Also, what kind of monster?

“But doing this draws out his brother. Once he is out and about, I’ll get him.”

“You better, but watch out for his mate. I hear she’s feisty.”

Y/N, they knew her as well. But she was only with the brothers for, not even, 6 months now.

“Why again are we doing this? Why don’t we just swarm their base now? I mean, we can use his scent to lead us there.” A female voice was heard this time. She sounded rather annoyed by the whole situation.

“Because, it’s her I want.”

“Why?”

“She’s a half-breed. First of our kind. Her mother was human. They say half-breeds are weaker than their pure bred counterpart. But I beg to fucking differ!” the boss man got furious at a memory.

Y/N’s a what? Dean thought. He could only huff against the gag in his mouth that was tapped in by duct tape. His hands were bound by all kinds of bindings. Rope, tape and even chains. These werewolves took precautions to prevent Dean from escaping or fighting back.

Y/N must have done something to piss this guy off. He thought.

“Just bring the other Winchester, Lure this bitch out. I want her now!”

 “Sam, I found the impala but no Dean.” She said into the phone.

“Store clerk said no one was following him in the store. So it must have happened outside of the store on the way home.”

“I don’t like this Sam, who would take him and why?”

“I don’t know. Come swing by, pick me up and I’ll drive Dean’s baby home.”

“Sure thing, then we’ll get hunting for your brother.”

She hung up the phone. She could smell it. It’s faint but it’s werewolf. Maybe it’s time to come clean about her lineage to Sam. It might help in finding Dean.

 “So you’re a half breed. Half human, half werewolf? How’s that possible?” Sam asked. Not a hint of malice in his words, no hint of anger or hostility in his body language.

“My mom was human. My dad was an alpha werewolf. But my mom died giving birth to me. I never really had a mother. But there’s this other pack, my dad went rogue on them when they started killing humans. He’d kill his own members to save humans.” She explained.

“Your dad sounds like a good man.”

“He was. Then his alpha found us. Tried to take me. He fought back. Or, tried to. I managed to get away. But in the woods I could smell my dad’s blood. He kill him. I’m more than sure, he’s the one that took Dean. He’s trying to lure me out.”

“He really shouldn’t underestimate the Winchester way of doing things.”

“What do you have in mind, I do see those wheels in your head turning?” she asked.

“We’ll need Cas’s help. I’ll even see if Bobby or any of the apocalypse hunters are up for some fuckery.”

She smiled, what does this guy have in mind, must be awesome.

 Weeks pass.

Sure he’d feed Dean, give him water even. But the alpha has a plan. And it’s not a great one.

He’s building an army.

“It’s my daughter, Alpha. She’s presenting, and I feel she is suitable for bearing a half breed.” Said a woman behind the door.

“Once she is fully presented, we’ll put him to work. And soon she will bear a half breed. Because if that bitch won’t come to me, we’ll come to her, with an army to boot.”

Dean swallowed thickly.

Already several scared girls had come in, he was forced to impregnate these girls. In hopes of making werewolves just like y/n.

He’s not dumb, half breeds are not as weak as people or other monster claim them to be. Because of their human counterparts, they don’t give up.

“How many have we made so far boss?” the same wolf that kidnapped Dean asked.

“9. Nine half breeds. And 5 of us. Two omegas, one beta, and two alphas. The half breeds don’t even need to present. That’s the thing we need to research further.”

“I’m sure our doctors in the sandy hills would love to look at them, and this girl of yours.”

“I’m sure. But, she’s mine. Mine to tame, mine alone. I’ll make an omega out of her.”

“You want to see what offspring you and her would produce?” he asked. Seeing his masterplan now.

“We need an army. Those British hunters already got the drop on us and have killed most of ours. But now, with us being mostly half breeds. We’ll see how much of a match we are to them.”

“Impervious to silver. But they’ll die like any normal human.”

“Maybe so. But we’ll train them in combat. We will win this.”

His comrade nodded.

 A low growl could be heard from y/n as she paced the library.

“Weeks Sam, it has been weeks. We need to find him.”

“I know, Bobby’s trying to round up everyone.”

“I can feel them doing something to him, it’s not good. We need to hurry.”

“Like what?”

“I can’t describe it without making you feel uncomfortable. But it’s not good. Let’s just put it at that.”

Sam’s phone rang. Caller ID, Bobby.

“Hey, Bobby, whatchyou got?”

“Sam, bring your girl and come to our hide out. It’s getting bad out there.”

“Bad, bad how?”

“We’re out numbered. The amount of werewolves is growing. More than what we can keep up with.”

“Okay, we’ll pack what we can and meet you out there.”

Sam hung up.

“What’s wrong?”

“Their numbers are growing.”

“I told you it was bad.”

“What are you saying?”

“He’s making an army of half breeds. Like me. And he’s using Dean to help in that process.”

“You mean, he’s forcing these wolf girls to rape my brother?” Sam asks, growing sickened and angry.

“Yes. Which is why we need to hurry. Let’s just go where we need to go. I’ll tell you what we can do to win.”

 “Great, not only are you like a human, but impervious to silver. So our bullets and knives won’t kill you.” One of the male apocalypse hunters fumed.

“So how do we kill them?” Meg asks.

“Just like how you’d kill any human. An ordinary weapon. But don’t injure them. Or Don’t waste time on the kill. They…we can heal quickly.”

“You have to have some kind of weakness.” Bobby says.

“Well, we’re not totally impervious to silver. I learned that the hard way from you hunters.” She says. “Just before I met Sam and Dean, I ran into a hunter. He learned of what I was. And tried to kill me. His silver blade slashed my arm. I had this nasty looking infection. But really it was poison.”

“Dean brought you back, and we healed you up.” Sam added. She nodded with a sad smile.

“That’s why you didn’t tell us. You were afraid we’d do that to you.” Sam says. She cast her gaze to her feet, fiddling her hands at her waistline. She felt Sam’s hand at her cheek. Coaxing her to look up at him.

“You had our backs, you saved Dean from shifters and wendigos. You saved me from vamps and werewolves. Cas from angels. Hell, even our own mother from a number of monsters. We wouldn’t have hurt you darlin’.”

“When he saved me, Dean. I imprinted on him.”

“How’d you…”

“I’m not sure. He felt safe. I felt safe. It was after he saved me, I’ve been able to feel what he feels. Know exactly where he was. Or is. Some say imprinting anyone, a wolf or human, is done by sex. But we didn’t do anything. He just held me. Safe in his arms.” She explained.

“Could be that. Could be a soul thing.” Bobby says. “Soulmates.”

Sam and Y/N nodded.

A moment passed. Y/N shook her head out of her thoughts.

“We need to get Dean back before the Alpha kills him. When he deems Dean no longer useful. I can, feel him. He does feel far. But I’m sure I can find him.”

“Well, let’s do this. Bobby, you, and the hunters try to get their numbers down. Kill as many as you can. Y/N and I will get Dean out of there. Then after—”

“I’m killing that Alpha, once and for all. More lives are in danger with him alive.” She growled.

Sam could only nod.

 A shot rang out.

“All the guards outside are half breeds. Aim for the head.” She ordered the hunters that came along.

Shot after shot rang out.

She took in their scent. They weren’t that old, freshly presented. She stared at them in confusion. Half breeds don’t present. Unless a certain gene allows them to present or not enough research went into half breeds.

“Sam, you and I we need to move in. now.” She ordered. Sam nodded.

“Keep them from entering.” She told the hunters.

“Sam, let’s go!”

And they ran their way inside.

 “Get the human!” the alpha ordered.

Dean, looking a bit rough from weeks and weeks of rough sex, little food and water and no sleep. The wolf picked him up by the collar, Dean grunted against the motion as his hands were bound behind his back since the day they brought him in here. His wrists have been cut up and bloodied from his struggles.

“I’d be happy to rip his heart out for ya boss.” He sneered.

“NO!” The alpha shouted.

The wolf shuddered.

“He’s mine.”

He threw Dean at the Alpha’s side.

Dean landed on his side with a hard thud and grunt. He was too weak to play the tough guy. Too weak to give a witty comeback.

He just laid there, waiting for his death.

 Sam, preoccupied by other wolves in the warehouse as Y/N walked into the Alpha’s Domaine. His den, his ‘Throne Room’. He stood on a balcony meant for loading large machinery. It had no railing on one side.

She could smell his blood. Causing a growl to emerge deep within her chest. Her fists clench so hard she could draw blood.

“There she is.” The alpha growled.

“Here I am. Do you want to end this or should I?” she asked. Glaring down at him.

“You dare talk like that to your Alpha?” he growled.

“You are not my alpha, I’m no one’s alpha. You are a murderer.”

“Now, I’d beg to differ on that. You killed your own kind.”

“I have two kinds. Human and wolf. Humans seem a lot better than you.”

He growled at her remark.

“You mean, like this human!” he pulls Dean up by the collar. His sheer strength alone allowed him to hold Dean in the air, hanging him by his collar. He hung him over the ledge with no railing. Intending on letting him either hang to his death or drop him.

Her heart dropped.

Dean kicked, trying to get free. He began gagging for air.

“He’s weak, just like your father was. Your father was infatuated with a human and it weakened him. He was my right hand man!” he shouted.

She tried to keep a good poker face going. But Dean’s eyes began to roll as he was loosing more and more air.

“You are just like him. Infatuated with a human.”

“Let him go.” She says. Demanding.

The Alpha cocked his head, cocking an eyebrow, smirking. Oh, she thinks she’s going to have it easy. He thought.

“Please, I’ll turn myself over to you willingly. But you have to let him go. Alive!” she demanded.

“Hmm, such a tempting offer.” The Alpha says playfully. “But, no. I think I’ll pass.” He says.

He repositions Dean so he could easily wrap his hand around his throat. She could tell he was squeezing the life out of him, he kicked furiously, desperately trying to get free.

I hope this will work. She thought.

She darts, climbing up a stack of crates leading up to the platform.

She managed to get on the platform without him noticing. She could see the color to Dean’s face changing. His eyes rolling.

A fire burned in her eyes. He’s not going to take him from her.

With her claws now drawn, she forces her hand through the Alpha’s back and through his chest.

He can see what looks like silver nails on her claws.

The impact causes him to drop Dean.

He drops on to his back with a hard thud.

The Alpha gags as the poison from the polish is coursing through his veins.

“You really should have taken the deal.” She says. Pulling her hand from his back the Alpha drops dead with a thud. On the concrete ground below.

“Dean!” she gasps. Seeing him not moving.

She rushes to him, cutting him free. She brings her ear to his mouth. He’s not breathing.

“No, no, no. Dean, please.” She begs.

She works him over her shoulder as she get’s him to a more flat surface.

“Dean!” she heard Sam shout.

She laid Dean flat on his back and began doing chest compressions.

“Sam, Bobby, we need to get him help.” She begs as she worked on him.

“Cas!” Sam prays out loud. “Cas, if you hear me please, we need you to save him!”

“Cas!” she adds on. “Please, I can’t lose him!”

“Sam, Y/N.” Cas says behind her.

“Cas, help him.” She begs. Her eyes blurring with tears.

“I will try.” He says.

He places two fingers to his forehead. Only to see limited injuries healed. But Dean took in a deep, much needed, breath.

Cas falls back, weakened.

“I do not have enough grace to heal him completely. My grace has been depleting lately. Once I am fully regenerated, I’ll heal him again.” Cas says.

“Thanks Cas, it’s something.” Y/N says. “Let’s get him home.”

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Part 2

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A hurt little doe

Based off this art I found on Tumblr

Link to orginal post: https://kare-valgon.tumblr.com/post/633991442056052736/found-a-hurt-little-doe-decided-to-take-him 

Artist of this lovely artwork:

It was another lovely day down in hell; Well, that depended on who you asked. If you were an overlord then it was a splendid day! Filled with demons either worshipping or fearing you, both of which were pleasant. 

But if you were among the average class or worse...below, then most days you awoke wondering if it would be your last. 

Today, well today was no different. 

Being reborn in hell came with its advantages, you had a second life, a second chance to do things differently. But it also came with some major disadvantages. 

Mainly what type of demon you were born as. Most would assume it wouldn't matter, but it certainly did especially among the more animalistic type of demons. Quite a lot of the population was either imps or some sort of animal, and then there were others who fell somewhere between it all. 

Imps were essentially the equivalent to a normal human soul, nothing too powerful. 

Animal demons, well they had something to offer. At least that's how the stories went. Depending on what animal you represented in hell reflected the value of your soul.

So what did it mean when you found yourself to be a doe? 

His eyes cracked open as a shiver racked his body, a doe of all things. Why a doe. A helpless creature seen as nothing more than a mate or a source of sexual pleasure. He wasn't even a female in his human life and yet, here he was with the body of one. The white ears and tail were cute, sure, but they didn't help much.

Angel Dust, or at least that's what demons called him when they were topping him. He wasn't entirely against sex but at this point, it was less for pleasure and more for survival. 

He wasn't speaking about food and water but also the rather annoying heat cycle that seemed to come once a year and demanded be treated. 

Being an animal demon came with that in some regards. 

But this morning was like most, in which Angel would either wake up in a stranger's bed or in a random place in hell. Today he woke up in an alleyway among some trash cans and crows that had mistaken his body for food. 

A groan left him as he pushed off the unforgiving cold cement the crows flying away. He was surprised nobody had found him whilst he was out. 

A sigh left him and his white ear tuffs folded back along with the action. His clothing was ragged at best, an old worn-out t-shirt and pants. They smelled horrid but with his increased smell due to being a doe, it didn't help the intensity of it. It made him want to hurl, especially on an empty stomach. 

He had a few choices for today, either get up and go try to find food. 'Earn it' or lay here and fall asleep trying to ignore the stomach pains he was getting due to lack of food. He couldn't die of natural causes so it made this all the more worse.

Well, he was going to get nowhere just sitting here. 

Pushing off the wall the best he could, his knees shaking the doe tried to wobble his way out from the alleyway. Unfortunately, he didn't get far, his legs refusing to take him and instead forcing him back down among the garbage bags. 

Angel frowned, his ears pressing back against his white hair. "Guess it's gonna be anotha' day without food..." He muttered in what sounded like an Italian accent.

He couldn't do much except stay here and regain his strength, hoping nothing would happen in the process. 

Giving in to his exsutation he laid his head back against the wall behind him, nestled in an alleyway between buildings. The demons who walked by didn't notice him among the trash, even though he stuck out for being mainly white with the exception of his pale skin. 

His eyes began to close and he was more than willing to allow them. However something prompted them to fly open again, it annoyed him out alert he was despite just wanting to sleep. 

His ears shot up as a new smell entered the air, powering over the smell of trash and anything foul. It smelled sweet, nothing in particular but just very..sweet. 

With the little strange he possessed, the doe managed to turn his head to the side. His senses shot up in alarm once he realized just who was standing there in the entrance of the alleyway. 

As if he'd suddenly gotten the strength he moved off the wall backing into the alleyway. His ears were pressed down hard against his head again. He looked up at the demon pleadingly knowing just who he was.

Alastor the radio demon.

Word traveled well around here and he knew this demon was well known for being one of the strongest mortal souls around. That he took pleasure in killing others even his own kind. 

He expected things to end just there, for this demon to have spotted a helpless doe and kill him here. Or do what he pleased and then end his peathtic after life.

Instead, the radio demon raised a brow and leaned down until their eyes were leveled. A large toothy smile spread across his face and with how uncomfortably close he was, there was no question about it. That sweet smell was coming from him. 

Although Angel had no clue why, he assumed it was either because he was a doe, or because they were both in the same animal kingdom. 

"Well hello there!" Alastor finally greeted with that enthusiastic tone he was known for. "This doesn't look like a comfortable place to sleep!" 

Angel frowned, hating how his eyes teared up at the reminder that yes, he slept in a place such as this. Or more so, that the radio demon appeared to be pitying him, or toying with him. Did he play with his prey?

Angel couldn't find the words or any for that matter. The tears rolling down his face and broken spirit playing between his unusual eyes was more than enough to show what he was feeling.

Alastor hummed leaning away and instead taking a step closer, keeping both hands behind his back. He'd encountered quite a few demons similar to himself, although none whereas powerful as he. In most of these circumstances, he would eat them as such a demon was rather rare to come across down here. 

However, this was the first time he was meeting a doe. 

And they smelled lovely. 

"Not very talkative are you?" Alastor asked, questioning if this demon could talk. It was obvious they were afraid but he wondered if it was of him or just in general. Judging by their tattered clothing and scratches on their pale skin, it was obvious things weren't very easy for them. 

Alastor wasn't the type to show any sort of tenderness to another but it seemed appropriate for a situation such as this. Besides if anyone saw he would just kill them. A free lunch!

So, with caution, he knelt until he was at eye level with the meek white doe. "What is your name?" He asked in an uncharacteristically softer tone. It seemed to throw the doe off. 

Angel didn't understand what Alastor wanted if he was food for this wendigo or just a toy. But with most, they typically met their end whenever they faced this creature. So to find him being gentle was almost unnerving. 

But if he were to die anyway, he saw no problem in speaking to the demon. If he could find the bravery too. 

"A-Angel Dust.." The doe stuttered, his voice trembled. 

Alastor smile widened, pleased to finally hear the doe speak. "Angel? What a splendid name. Tell me why are you sleeping here?" He had an idea of why but wanted to confirm. 

Angel shrunk back as his ears moved along with the action, something Alastor couldn't help but watch. "I-I ain't got anywhere else ta go...I just sleep wherever." 

Alastor shook his head, "well that won't do at all. You'll surely die out here in no time flat. No no, we can't have that now." He hummed tapping his long black nail against his grey skin. As he snapped his fingers the doe flinched. "Ah, I have an idea! You shall come with me, yes there you shall be warm and properly cared for. Would you be interested in such an offer?" 

Angel's brows knit together in confusion, why would one of the hells many powerful overlords want to take in someone like him? Was it truly because he was a doe? He didn't think something like that would work on the radio demon, then again..powerful or not, Alastor was still a deer demon. A male deer. 

"Y-your givin' me a choice?" Angel asked in disbelief. 

"But of course! I can't simply just whisk you away without your say in the matter, that may as well be kidnapping." Funny to think the radio demon even cared about that. 

This may have been a bad idea, especially considering just who was giving the offer. But what did Angel truly have to lose? His life? He'd already lost it. It was either this or going back to another stranger's bed in the next few days just to eat. 

His brows knit together as he met those deep pools of red and that large yellow smile. It seemed to glow in the shade of the alleyway. 

"Fine...It's not like I have anywhere else ta go." Angel answered, his voice low. If not for their enhanced hearing Alastor wouldn't have heard him. 

"Splendid now, can you stand?" 

Angel shook his head remembering how that went earlier and only resulted in falling on his ass. His legs felt weak even now. 

"Well, then this will have to do," Alastor answered and without warning picked up the fragile doe in his arms. 

Angel stiffened under the touch on his back and under his leg but before he knew it he was being taken away from the alleyway. In the arms of one of those most powerful deers in hell. 

He closed his eyes and loosely wrapped his arms around the deer's shoulders as a few tears left his eyes. 

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So when I read the tag is said ‘canon Alastor x doe Angel’ and when I saw canon I wasn’t sure if Alastor was actually interested in Angel, wanted to protect him or just wanted to eat him because the mans a cannibal. So I didn’t go one direct way with Alastor’s intentions in this oneshot, nor know what the artist behind these works intend Alastors desire with Angel to be. Take it as you’d like!

[moving-accounts-uwu]

Future Stories/Fanfics!

Hiya! I’m new to the whole Tumblr Author scene so please bear with me and be patient! Below is a list of fandoms and characters I write for, as well as themes. I hope to create both original stories and fanfics soon; I also don’t take requests at the moment either! I want to pump out a few stories before I take on requests, and with the few stories I write I’ll finally make a masterlist so you all can stay updated with series or one-shots for fandoms/characters that you love <3 

Here are some fandoms I will write fanfics for:

- Marvel

- Supernatural

- The Walking Dead

- Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit

- Dead by Daylight

- Halloween

- Friday the 13th

- Predator/Yautja

- Aliens/Xenomorphs

- Days Gone

- Far Cry 5

- Knives Out

- Assassin’s Creed

- Resident Evil (2, 3 & 8)

- Call of Duty (Modern Warfare, Ghosts & WWII)

- Final Fantasy (VII, XIII, XIII-2 & XV)

- Detroit: Become Human

- Legend of Zelda

- Horizon: Zero Dawn

- Prey

- Overwatch

- The Witcher

- Until Dawn

- Evolve 

- Dragon Age

- Stranger Things

Characters I Write For:

- Marvel: Steve, Bucky, Clint, Natasha, Pietro, Wanda, Tony, Peter Parker, Thor, Loki, Ultron, Venom

- Supernatural: Sam, Dean

- The Walking Dead: Daryl, Rick, Carl, Glenn, Maggie, Negan, Jesus

- LOTR/Hobbit: Thorin, Fili, Kili, Bilbo, Dwalin, Thranduil, Azog, Elrond, Bard,  Legolas, Aragorn, Frofo, Samwise, Pippin, Merry, Boromir

- Dead by Daylight: Trapper, Wraith, Michael, Huntress, Legion, Ghost Face, Demogorgon, Oni

- Halloween: Michael Myers

- Friday the 13th: Jason Voorhees 

- Predators: Yautja, Ultimate Yautja

- Aliens: Xenomorph

- Days Gone: Deacon, Boozer

- Far Cry 5: Jacob, Joseph, John, Faith, Staci, Eli, Junior Deputy

- Knives Out: Ransom Drysdale 

- Assassin’s Creed: Altair, Malik, Ezio, Connor, Edward, Arno, Kassandra, Alexios, Evie, Jacob, Eivor

- Resident Evil (2, 3 & 8): Leon, Mr X, Jill, Carlos, Nemesis, Karl Heisenberg

- Call of Duty (MW, Ghosts & WWII): Price, MacTavish, Ghost, Roach, Nikolai, Yuri, Zussman, Logan Walker

- Final Fantasy (VII, XIII, XIII-2 & XV): Cloud, Zack, Tifa, Sephiroth, Vincent, Lightning, Hope, Snow, Fang, Vanille, Yuj, Maqui, Noel, Caius

- Detroit: Become Human: Connor, Markus, Kara, Hank, Daniel, Gavin, Luther

- Legend of Zelda: Link, Sidon, Ganon

- Horizon: Zero Dawn: Aloy, Erend, Varl, Avad, Teb

- Prey: Typhon, Phantom, Mimic, Nightmare, Poltergeist, Technopath

- Overwatch: McCree, Reaper, Soldier 76, Hanzo, Reinhardt, Tracer, Widowmaker, Sombre, Mercy, Junkrat, Genji, Baptiste, Orisa, Zarya

- Witcher: Geralt, Ciri, Jaskier

- Until Dawn: Josh, Sam, Mike, Chris, Wendigo

- Evolve: Goliath, Wraith, Kraken, Behemoth, Gorgon

- Dragon Age: Solas, Varric, Iron Bull, Cassandra, Dorian, Sera, Cullen, Hawke, Cole, Vivienne

- Stranger Things: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers, Jim Hopper

What I write:

- Series

- One-shots

- Fluff

- Angst

- Smut

- Romance

- Slow Burns

- Enemies to Lovers/Enemies to Friends to Lovers

- Strangers to Lovers/Strangers to Friends to Lovers

- x Reader

- Original Female & Male Characters

- Polyamorous 

- Hurt/Comfort

- Dub-con/Non-con (stories with these will have warnings!!!)

- Kinks

- Monsters

- Aliens

- Robots

- AU’s

[lettersofwrittencollective]

Prey

Author @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 3049

Prompt/kink: Knife Play 

Summary: You’d noticed that Stiles had a thing for knives during training one time and decide that you wanted to see what he could do with them, you’d told Stiles it was his turn to be the hunter. 

Warnings: Knife play, outdoor sex, risky sex, oral (female receiving), dirty talking, Sadist!Dom!Stiles (Characters are over the age of 18) 

Masterlist || Teen Wolf Masterlist

“I’m sorry you want to what?” You’d asked the brunette male that stood in front of you, unsure if you’d heard him right or if he was actually serious. 

“I want you to teach me to fight,” Stiles had repeated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

That had been about a year ago and while you’d had reservations you’d decided to go ahead and train him. After all, as one of the only humans in the pack, he needed to be able to defend himself and as a mercenary, you knew how to work with different weapons. 

Stiles had picked up on things pretty quickly. He was a great shot, something he had probably picked up from his dad, with both a gun and arrows. He was able to make an IED out of almost anything you put in front of him and he had absolutely no qualms about dropping you on your ass and tying you up. But one of the things you had noticed was the way he handled knives. 

There was something almost revering about the way that he handled a knife. And perhaps it was because you found them to be so intense yourself but when you’d asked him to give you a nick with it, his eyes had blown over with lust. Unfortunately, he’d backed off - terrified at what it was that he thought he was doing. 

You hadn’t failed to notice that the sex that night was much more intense and that he would, almost unconciously, trace designs over your skin. You were sure that it had something to do with the knife and you were bound and determined to get him to try something with it. 

Today was, hopefully, going to be that day. 

The two of you were training in the preserve today, a ways off the beaten path so that it was unlikely for people to stumble across you. Which meant that not only were you able to train, but if one of you was able to rile the other one up just right, you’d get to try some outdoors sex. It wasn’t so much the outdoors that turned you on as it was the idea of being caught and there was something for Stiles, about the two of you being on display during some of your most primal moments that made him desperate to wring orgasm after orgasm out of you. 

You’d decided to wear shorts and just a yoga bra for today’s session and that was Stiles’ first clue that you two would be doing something more than just sparring. Usually, when it was just a session you were yoga pants and high support sports bras but when you were feeling like you needed something more, your clothing tended to become less. 

He couldn’t help smirking to himself as he took off his shirt, leaving him in just a pair of joggers. As he watched her do her warm up stretches, he couldn’t help the twitching of his cock. No matter how many times he had you, it was always good. Always felt as incredible as that first time he’d sunk into you. 

He watched you stretch, the way your muscles moved, captivating him. The way that your hips swayed as you moved to a lunge so you could stretch out your hamstrings and your hips. The slow way you stood told him that you knew he was there and he wasn’t at all surprised at the thought. 

Moving swiftly, he had you wrapped up in his arms before you actually had a chance to turn around. One hand held at your throat as he tightened his grip ever so slightly, constricting your airflow. 

It was something you’d both learned about the other. There was something about him manhandling you that always got you going. You had said it bothered you with other boyfriends but one day, when he had been frustrated after a few Wendigos came through town, he had been unintentionally rougher with you than expected and he had been able to practically smell the lust rolling off you - which was saying something since he was fully human. 

Since then the two of you have learned that you’re both into some quite… intense… foreplay. Where most people enjoyed their sex - most of the normal world also kept it indoors or in private at least. He had been surprised when he’d jokingly suggested taking you in the forest and you had actually gone along with it, blowing him at the end of the session.

The reminder of that night, coupled with your wriggling against him made his pants tighten. 

You could feel Stiles thick length hardening beneath your ass as you moved against him and couldn’t help the needy moan that you let out. 

You couldn’t help it and you weren’t actually sure that you wanted to. With life being a bit hectic around Beacon Hills the two of you had this unspoken understanding that each time you were together was to be treated like the first and last time you would be together. You aren’t sure if that’s why it’s always as passionate as it is, or if that’s why you always feel as loved as you do when he’s through with you or if it is holding the two of you back in any way but either way it has made for some mind blowing sex. 

“Someone’s looking for a good fucking today,” his husky voice whispers in your hear as his free hand trails down your sides, avoiding your breasts and and you have to fight not to whimper. 

Stiles’ hand travels further, his fingers tapping rhythmically across your skin causing a warmth to begin to spread across your abdomen as Stiles whispers in your ear, “I bet you’d like me to rip you out of those shorts and bra and bend you over right here, fuck you on my cock until you’re voice is gone… I just bet you’d just love to cum on this cock wouldn’t you?”

You could feel your arousal pooling in your shorts, having forgone underwear, as he whispered. It wasn’t long before his fingers found your waist band and just as his hand dipped in, you remembered that you had plans. 

Wriggling out of his arms, you moved a few steps away before you turned to look at him and smiled at the pout on his face. Chuckling, you inform him,  “We actually have a bit of training to do before we get to make any of that a reality.”

Walking over to your duffell, you pull out a couple of the throwing knives you had brought, just for this. They’re sharp enough that they can cut through skin quite easily but you trust Stiles so you aren’t terribly worried about the possibilities. 

Taking two of them, you walk over him and hand them to him. His eyebrow shoots up and when he gives you a questioning look, you simply tell him, “You’ll be hunting me today but the only things you are allowed to use are the knives.” 

He slowly nods his head and you can see his mind working a million miles a minute, trying to figure out what kind of weapons he can create with the gifts in his hands and you can see as he settles on something and you click your tongue, shaking your head. When his eyes snap over to him, you smirk,  “You only get to use the knives. No creating anything else.”

He looks surprised, but nods his head slowly, “Rules?”

“If you can catch me in the first 10 minutes, I am all yours. You get to decide exactly how you plan on wringing each orgasm from me and how many. If it takes you more than 10 minutes, you get to watch me get myself off but you’re not allowed to touch or come,” you inform him with a smirk and he nods his head. 

“Alright, give me three minutes before the timer starts,” you tell him and he nods his head. 

Taking off through the preserve, you started making your way through the room. Ducking through trees and backtracking to and from you check the time before you realize that Stiles should be coming after you any second now. 

Digging in, it’s not long before you hear the snapping twig of someone nearby. You wait before you take off in the opposite direction. You can feel your heart rate and your body tingle from both the activity but primarily from the anticipation. You’d been working with Stiles for a bit and you were sure that he’d be able to find you. 

Looking down at your watch, you realize that about nine minutes have passed. Smirking to yourself, you start making your way back towards the clearing. It would seem that you were going to have fun riling Stiles up. It would make things much more enjoyable the next time he got his hands on you. 

As you’re making your way through the preserve, you hear a whirring and turn just in time to see the flash of a metal as it flies by you. Stopping, you hear the thudding and see the knife stuck into the wood just at your eye level. Turning, you found that a second knife was 

“So- what was that about me catching you in the first ten minutes?” came his husky voice and you could feel the tingling in your abdomen intensify as you looked around, trying to identify where his voice came from. 

Finding him stepping out from between a set of bushes, a third knife in his hand, you heard his chuckle and couldn’t help the tingle of excitement. 

Before you realized, he was on you. His free hand came up to cup your face and you couldn’t help but sink into it. With the other hand, he took the knife in his hand and slipped it up the center of your stomach. The presser was ever so slight, just enough to let you know that the blade was there but not enough to actually draw any blood. 

As he leaned in to kiss you, you felt the blade slip beneath the sports bra before Stiles somehow adjusted the blade to cut through the fabric but not your skin. With the material now loose on you, you could feel the slight breeze against your quickly hardening nipples. 

A whimper escapes you at the delicious feeling of the cool air contrasted with the warmth of his body on your bare chest. Nipping his lip playfully you pulled back, “that was one of my favorite bras.”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he chuckled against your ear and the sound instantly made you wetter for him. 

You felt his legs slip between yours and he nudged your knees apart. Obliging him, you spread your legs slightly and Moments later, the very knife he’d used on your bra and one you’re not sure where it came from was slipped into both sides of shorts before he tugged it and the material easily gave way. 

Gasping as the cool air hit you’re heated core you felt and heard Stiles groan, “Not wearing any panties?” He questioned as you felt his leg move a little higher so you would were settled just over his clothes thigh. 

The fabric of his joggers created a delicious friction against your sensitive skin and you unconsciously bucked your hips into him. 

“That’s it sweetheart,” he whispered in your hear as a knife edge was dragged against your thigh, “I want you to make yourself cum on my thigh.”

You could feel the heat rise to your skin. It wasn’t so much that you were embarrassed at the actions or the words but there was always something about the way he said it that made it so much more… you had no words for it.

You rocked your hips against his thigh, grinding yourself into it unashamedly. This wasn’t the first time you’d gotten yourself off on him and it probably wouldn’t be the last. You fully intended to leave him fully and completely covered in your orgasm. 

Stiles continued to move the knife along your skin. He could feel you on his leg and he knew that he’d made a good choice with these particular joggers this morning. They had a ribbing across the thigh that he knew was driving you wild based off the increased speed of your hips. 

He moved the knife to travel up the sides of your body, and under the curve of your breast as he nipped at your neck and made his way up to your ear. Interspersed with his nipping lips, he’d whisper in your ear, “Such a pretty little slut, fucking yourself on my thigh.” 

He could hear your whimpers and your moans as you neared your orgasm. Just as your face tightened, about to reach your release he pulled away from you and he heard your disappointed whine, making him chuckle. 

He’d gotten painfully hard through all this and looking at you, flushed and wanton as you tried to glare at him made him lick his lips. Looking down at his pants he realized that you had left him drenched in you and he couldn’t help but feel a little cocky at the realization that you had managed to get that wet - just for him. 

“Stiles,” you growled out when he didn’t return to your body immediately. 

You watched as his eyes took you in and you could see that he was just as turned on as you were. A bird distracted him as it flew by but he seemed to realize that you stood in front of him, fully naked and a glint came to his eye. 

A glint you knew. 

Before you could say anything, he dropped down on his knees in front of you. You felt him alternate legs, kissing from one knee to the inside of your thighs and you felt like your knees would give out from just the sheer anticipation of what he was about to do. 

Moving your legs a little wider when Stiles pushed at them, your hands came down to his hair to tug at the soft brown hair. You could feel his warm breath on you and moved your hips against him. Moaning when he licked through your folds 

“You’re so wet,” he groaned into your skin and you couldn’t help the whine as you tried to find friction against him. 

“So wet- just for me…” he whispered before his mouth wrapped itself around your clit. You were so close to the edge, the coil in your lower belly ready to snap already that when he bit down you came screaming his name as your pulled on his hair. 

As you rode out your orgasm, on his tongue, you felt yourself being stretched as he slipped two fingers in you. It made you gasp and you tugged at his hair as he continued his assault on your clit with his mouth while his fingers curled inside you. 

It didn’t take him long for him to hit your g-spot and he continued with that spot. You could feel the coil tightening again as you moved against his hand and his mouth, trying to find some additional stimulation. 

A surprised yelp escaped you when you felt him lift your leg over his shoulder, and stood up. Your back scraped against the tree slightly at the movement but combined with the way his fingers moved it was more pleasurable than painful. His fingers found a new angle and he hit something in you you didn’t even know existed as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples

“Nggghh, fuck! Right there Stiles,” you begged him as you reached down and into his pants.

Trying to reach his cock, you were stopped when he gripped your wrist and growled at you, “Not yet darling. I’ll be in you soon enough, filling you up nice and full.”

His words pulled another orgasm from you and as you clamped down around him, he pulled his hands from you, replacing his hands with his thick cock.  You heard him groan into your shoulder as you continued to flutter around him.

He pulled your arms so that they were wrapped around his neck and you hooked your free leg over his waist. Giving you no time to adjust, it isn’t long before Stiles is pounding into you. 

“God baby, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls as he fucks  you through the remainder of your orgasm. 

In the back of your head, there’s a worry that he may drop you- after all this is Stiles Stilinski- but you aren’t really able to focus on that particular thought as he’s ramming into you so hard you feel another orgasm beginning to crest.

Doing your best to meet him thrust for thrust, you try to move against him in this position and while he’s done most of the work today you cannot deny that you have never felt so much. 

As he continued to bounce you on his cock you found yourself about to let go again. Squeezing around him, whimpering at the onslaught of sensations it isn’t long before you feel him cumming.

It pulls you over the edge, with him, one more time as you scream his name- only for it to echo through the preserve. 

He leaned into you and you could feel his breath heavy as you, also, tried to catch your breath. Stiles stayed buried within you as the two of you came down from the high of your respective orgasms. 

Chuckling softly, you looked over at him and leaned in to kiss him softly. Just a few, light kisses because you knew if either of you deepened the kiss, it would be another round. 

As you kissed him, you felt the loss of him and groaned at the loss of him. His hands had come down to hold your ass and you were able to loosen the hold you had on his waist. 

The two of you just basked in each other for a few minutes before your peaceful bliss was interrupted by his phone going off… It was Scott’s ringtone.

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Masterlist || Teen Wolf Masterlist

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Posted 8 October 2019

[minnochu]

Lustrous (pt. 5)

Hybrid!Kook x Reader AU

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Pt 17 | Pt 18 | Pt 19

A/n: Oof 

It’s dark and decrepit, nothing able to be made out except for the fact that there’s two figures within the space. Their presence is ominous and emit strange auras that arouse sensations of fear and helplessness from just the feel of it.

They speak in hush muffled voices, almost static-like and undecipherable until it’s loud and clear as if they were now within arms length.

“That little mutant has almost come of age father.”

There’s a resounding grunt in response, not at all happy with the bitter comment.

“It’s almost time,” the voice continues, “the bloodsucker’s tale of the future is almost here.”

“So it is…” The second finally grumbles out. A voice so blood chilling, it seems to reverberate throughout the darkness of the room. If there were objects, they’d visibly quake in fear on the spot.

“It might be time to find that little roach and squash her for good.”

When you come to, you’re welcomed by an unfamiliar ceiling, a warm light coming from the bedside lamp to the side of the bed you’re lying on. You don’t dare to move, or you can’t really when everything aches - especially the right side of your head, your left arm, and your hips. Were you dead?

“Is this heaven?” you rasp, throat dry and scratchy as you turn your head towards the right to see Jungkook attempting to sneak out of the room. Ebony hair dripping wet, there’s only a towel hanging from around his hips with clothes suffocating in his tight grasps when he flinches and realizes you’re finally awake. Despite your grogginess, you take that split second to mildly admire his glistening caramel skin tight on lean muscle that tenses at your sudden consciousness.

“Fuck I’m in hell,” you groan, yelping when he throws a shirt at your face in embarrassment.

You hear a plethora of rustling before he takes the shirt off your face and puts it on over his rather toned body. The towel is left abandoned on the floor, joggers replacing them on his lower body.

He frowns, face flushed red as he flicks your forehead, “Shut it.”

“What’d you think was gonna happen anyways huh? I was gonna wake up sooner or later idiot,” you point out haughtily, at which he flicks you again.

Shrugging, he takes a seat at the side of his bed, looking over your form silently, “How… how you feeling?”

The question is shy and almost inaudible but you hear it and it does nothing to stop the oncoming rush of blood that heats up the apples of your cheeks.

You ponder over the question, disregarding your injuries and instead shivering when you remember the chilling voice in your dream. There’s a certain sense of fear and dread the sinister voice instills inside you. It’s just a dream, you suppose, or perhaps a dream demon preying on your fear.

“Hey,” Jungkook reiterates his question a second time with furrowed brows, this time tapping your temple lightly. The mere touch of his index finger is blazing on your head and it shocks you out of your reverie.

“Huh wha-? Oh! Yeah I’m a bit sore but I’m alive I guess..” you stammer embarrassed, “Thank you for saving me…” Gosh you’re so awkward, why were you so damn awkward around him? For one, you’ve never been in a boy’s room before, and two, you both haven’t actually spoken to each other for the past week or so. It was incredibly awkward now being face to face with him and not knowing what to make of it when he’s been so adamant on ignoring your existence for whatever “safety precaution” he’s spouting.

His lips purse and he glances towards the door expectantly as it eventually opens and a brunette with noticeably broad shoulders walks in holding a tray of food. Jungkook takes this as his cue to leave and stands promptly, tilting his head ti appraise you once more, “It was nothing… you’re so prone to danger it’s annoying.”

“Now now, Kookie-ah!” The older chides, “How can you say that to her, it’s not her fault!”

The former snorts and stomps out of the room wordlessly.

“I’m sorry about him…” the male sighs, approaching before setting the tray on your lap. His plump lips move, whispering underneath his breath an incantation you recognize that makes the tray rise and sprout legs much like a table, lifting it off your lap.

Warlock? You suppose, remembering Hyejin mentioning the diversity of their pack including one of those.

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His eyes flashed aqua in fury, attempting to calm his rage as he sprints to the source of your screams. He’d sensed it, oddly even from far away that you were in danger. He cursed himself for not being there to walk you home. You, a weak human, walking home by yourself with monsters lurking the streets for dinner.

Sniffing the air, he snarled almost automatically at the scent of wendigos. He knew he should’ve disposed of that little shit the first night he’d come after you, no mercy, how much more worse could his hue get for killing another? This time, not innocent however.

He’d gotten there just as the female grabs the side of your head and smashes it into the wall beside you both. Fury boils his blood, he’s unsure where all this anger and protectiveness comes from, but he’s already ripping a kick into the male’s rib cage, sending him flying backwards and toppled over, just enough time to wrap his claws around the other’s neck. Tightening his grip around her windpipe, he slowly raised her off the ground until her feet dangled, kicking as her own claws scratched at his hand but to no avail.

Her cloudy eyes glared, teeth gritted and beared at him but looked no more than that of a chihuahuas snarl.

In the midst of her struggle, she cackled, gritting out, “Wo-would you look at t-that.. who would’ve thought.. you have specks of-“

“I’d choose your words wisely,” he growls, sinking his claws further into the flesh of her neck.

“You.. you’re not normal.”

Not having any of it, he launches her head first into the wall, snapping his head to the side just in time to see the brother has recovered and throws her now unconscious body at him.

He glanced down at your form on the ground, and his anger simmered slightly. The brunette exhaled before shaking his head, he had to be better.

Just as the wendigo was pushing his sibling off of him, he glanced up just as Jungkook towered over his menacingly.

“Touch this human again and I’ll tear you to pieces,” his voice, low and brimming with disgust, whispered, “I’ll do you a favor, next time I’ll have no mercy.”

The wendigo focused on the wolf’s hand and sulked at the call history, the most recent outgoing call being the police.

“You’re more soft-hearted than you look, dog.”

He shook his head as he crouched beside your body, sucking in a bated breath at the bite on your arm, blood no longer gushing out but still dripping with a significant amount. Your uniform was soaked around the waist area, the other having gone through the fabric to sink her claws into your sides, and the side of your head was still damp with blood from hitting the wall so hard.

The scent made him dizzy. His eyes flickered but he managed to force the urge down. He’d almost forgotten his surroundings when the police showed up and took the two into custody and asked if she needed an ambulance.

By now his wolf features have reverted to normal and he declines, picking her up and bringing her to the only place he could think to at such a late time at night.

“Kookie you’re home! How could you just leave us at the store like that?!”

He pushes passed Jimin who gasps at you in his arms, head cradled into the crook of the younger’s neck.

“Wendigos,” he grits.

Jimin stops him, “Hey let me handle it from here, you look like you’re in more pain than she is right now.”

Jungkook hadn’t realized his nostrils were flaring and his breath was heavy, but he turned away with you in his arms defensively. A murderous tilt in his eyes glowed that radiant blue.

“Don’t touch her,” he seethed.

“Sit boy,” a voice jokes from the side monotonously, “He’s doing you a favor.”

Yoongi’s head is pushed back off the armrest of the couch, the rest of his body hidden by the backside. His amber hair is messy from sleep, eyes barely open as he yawns, “Stop being stubborn you little turd.”

Shooting the elder a brief look, the youngest sighs and gives in, there’s an unknown twinge in his chest as he lifts you in Jimin’s arms. He knows once everyone else sees her, he’s going to get an ear full for bringing a human girl here.

“Who is she by the way?” Yoongi asks finally, breaking the silence as Jungkook decides to wait in the living room where Yoongi still lies.

He glances at him before shrugging, “Just a classmate.”

The other chortled, sitting up and regarding the boy with keen eye, “A human girl, you can’t seriously buy me with that bullshit. I thought you swore to never mingle with them after.. what’s her name—“

“Don’t you speak of her name here!” Jungkook snarled furiously.

Snorting, the elder put his hands up in defense, “My bad. This girl though, you seem so protective of her, you didn’t…” He motioned with his hands briefly, “Did you?”

“Do what?”

Jimin has come in by this time, leaning against the frame of the archway leading to the kitchen. “He’s asking if you imprinted on her you fool.”

Jungkook’s nose scrunches at the word but he knows he felt it. There’s no denying the gravitational shift that pulled at his body and filled him with a warm, fire-like sensation when he looked at her in the cafeteria for the first time. The world pulled at his feet, and he fought that feeling no matter what. Why did it have to happen then? Why her? Why— a human? A race he never wanted to deal with no longer.

“You did didn’t you?” Jimin scrutinizes, “No wonder you’re so attracted to her when you keep trying to push her away!”

“You can’t help it, gravity has changed and she’s become priority to you, no matter how much you try to push her away, you’re bound to doing whatever to protect or fulfill her every need.”

Yoongi snorts at this, “Like a whipped mutt.”

“You shut up,” Jungkook glares weakly in embarrassment.

Before anyone else can speak, Seokjin appears in the doorway leading you by the hand. He smiles but all the werewolves in the room can sense the fury in the youngest at the way the warlock holds your hand.

‘He’s whipped alright.’

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Could we see a list of the requests you got? Would that be okay?

Yeah, of course! Better to do that to make sure people can resend if their asks get eaten. c:

I’m actually super excited because I’m loving all the diversity, there’s some characters here I haven’t actually formally written yet!!

Ciel and reader having a prank war – whoever wins has to do whatever the other wants and reader wants Ciel to be her butler

college AU – Agni is a foreign exchange student and reader is his tutor

super sweet drabble of William meeting his S/O in the hospital – fluffy, angsty, or suggestive (or all three knowing me lol)

reader and delinquent (but gone soft) Ronald

scenario – Agni confessing to his crush

scenario – Gregory’s S/O likes to talk a lot but Gregory doesn’t mind

scenario – Wolfram’s first kiss

spicy Grell (fem pronouns) x Reaper!Reader – long day at the office and Grell is in the mood to play

fem Reader taking care of Gregory after the Music Hall debacle and they end up confessing to each other – super fluffy

pre-P4 Gregory with an overbearing but goodhearted older sister who encourages him to make friends at a school he’s dreading to go to

scenario – Lau confessing to his crush

scenario – Reaper!Undertaker falls in love with a woman he has to reap

Charles Grey, Cheslock, and Edgar with a really shy S/O

drunk reader (fem pronouns) questions Grell’s (male pronouns) love for her because he’s always flirting with every handsome guy he sees

Ash finding out his S/O is an angel, asking why she didn’t tell him earlier – she reveals a broken wing; he helps her tend to it and pesters her about what happened, she tells him it was a demon whose face she didn’t see

Reader comforting Soma after Agni’s death

headcanons – Alois and Soma trying to prove that their weird S/O is an alien

headcanons – Cheslock having a crush and confessing to them

Vincent arranges a marriage between Diedrich and his sister (reader) – at first they don’t like each other but then they fall in love

Herman with a S/O who did something similar to what he did for similar reasons

Joker x Reader – him doing reader’s makeup before their first show; reader’s nervous about performing so he gives them a pep talk

interaction with Mey Rin in the first day of her service, she hasn’t shaken her dark side yet

scenario – Undertaker and his S/O on Halloween

Soma’s lover telling him they’re pregnant

scenario – Edgar falling in love with a girl of a lower social class (maybe a maid?)

headcanons – relationship of Snake and a very quiet fellow ex-circus performer/Phantomhive servant

reader cooking with Agni and him trying to teach her how to make Indian dishes

scenario – Gregory’s S/O is a demon and she’s confessing it to him

headcanons (and possibly pics) – selfies with Ciel, Gregory, Sebastian, and Snake

Ash meeting his human S/O who’s very pure and caring

scenario – Soma’s S/O tries to comfort him after Agni’s death

scenario – Soma and his S/O naming their first child after Agni

headcanons – fluffy relationship with Agni and Soma

scenario – Soma seeing his S/O wearing his clothes (fluffy)

reactions – Beast, Hannah, and Mey Rin telling their male S/O they’re pregnant

Agni not knowing what French kissing is and the reader having to “demonstrate”

audio – Sebastian finds out his S/O is ticklish and teases them about it

first kiss (fluffy or spicy) with Cheslock, Edward, and Snake

audio – Grell finding out their S/O got seriously injured

headcanons – Edgar with a S/O who likes poetry and romance

Agni just after arriving in England, going to the marketplace with S/O who shows him around

audio – Undertaker and his S/O having a romantic cuddly day and he shows his eyes for the first time

scenario – Cheslock finds out a rebellious girl disguised herself as a boy in his dorm

audio – Charles Grey being calm and affectionate

scenario – Undertaker taking a bath with his chubby!S/O

scenario – Sebastian comes back to the manor after a long investigation with Ciel, is greeted by a tight hug from his S/O who’s become thinner and paler because she couldn’t sleep or eat while he was gone due to being so worried about him

Undertaker caught cheating on his S/O

Undertaker being nervous on his wedding day

reader with Stockholm Syndrome towards Aleister after having been kidnapped

reactions – Bravat, Cheslock, and Gregory with a S/O who gets snarky when she’s nervous and uncomfortable

reader doing something reckless and Agni getting worried, scolding them for it, leads to quiet, heartfelt angst

scenario – Soma and his S/O taking a bath together

headcanons – Charles Grey, Edward, and Soma with a S/O from Norway

Arthur Conan Doyle and sister!reader who wants to be a writer like him and frequently asks him for advice

audio – Finny talking to his baby in the middle of the night

audio – Soma asking and trying to convince his S/O to travel back to India to live with him

Sieglinde meeting the reader – an actual witch – who becomes her big sister; hilarity ensues when reader’s magic and Sieglinde’s science clash

Ronald with a S/O who’s William’s daughter

Alan, Eric, Grell, Othello, William, and Undertaker with children

Cheslock, Clayton, Edgar, Edward, Gregory, Herman, Joanne, Lawrence, and Soma taking care of their babies

scenario – poly relationship with Diedrich and Vincent

audio – S/O waking Snake up in the middle of the night because there are snakes all over the bed

reaction – Alan, Eric, Grell, Othello, William, and Undertaker finding out they have a teenage daughter who’s a goofball and a menace

reaction – Snake with a hybrid S/O (possibly human-Wendigo hybrid)

reaction – Claude and Sebastian finding out they have a teenage daughter from a human woman

reader comforting Herman because he feels guilty about what happened with Derrick and the other prefects

Joker with a shapeshifter S/O who changes into other humans which is their circus act

scenario – William finds out his S/O has terminal cancer that she’s kept hidden for almost a year and by the time she tells him, she only has a few weeks to live

fluffy Finny audio

Bard, Finny, Mey Rin, Sebastian, and Snake telling their S/O that they love them

Undertaker having a bad day and reader comforting him

platonic reader and Sebastian fawning over cats

spicy Vincent

Undertaker – enemies to lovers

Agni and Soma with their children

reaction – Agni with a S/O who got separated from him when he was going to be executed, when they reunite years later S/O has had Agni’s child, they’ve both changed but still love each other and just have to deal with the changes, their child, and dangers in London

scenario – Undertaker’s S/O is walking home at night and gets attacked, Undertaker steps in to protect her

Sebastian and William accidentally making the reader cry

audio – William and a stressed/upset/anxious listener

audio – Ciel getting angry, yells at listener without meaning to and apologizes

Sieglinde and Lizzie becoming best friends

reaction – after becoming a Reaper, Sascha seeing their best friend attempting suicide

Bard x reader being reckless with fireworks on the 4th of July

scenario – Soma proposing to his female S/O and a bit of the wedding day

scenario – Mey Rin teaching her S/O how to shoot a gun

depressed reader witnesses Undertaker reaping someone, finds him beautiful and fascinating – meets him again and again, and he becomes a reason to live because they’ve fallen in love with him

headcanons – Bard as a single parent

Claude and a really stubborn S/O

modern AU – Agni isn’t a good fighter and gets cornered by xenophobic thugs, is saved by badass reader

modern AU – Agni was adopted by Soma’s family and goes on a journey to discover his heritage, ends up meeting the reader on the way who’s running away from her “pure blood” status

Agni survived the attack at the manor but has PTSD from it, one day has a bad panic attack and is comforted by reader

AU – Agni is a well-liked kindergarten teacher who’s married to the reader, a wealthy genius, and was ridiculed for not being “good enough” for her; he keeps it hidden until reader finds him crying one day and tries to get revenge on the culprits

modern college/university AU – Soma is Agni’s adopted brother/wingman and tries to push shy Agni to “just confess already!” to reader at a loud house party; reader ends up saving Agni from doing something embarrassing

Soma x reader – going sledding/sledging with Agni, Wolfram, and Sieglinde tagging along

funny (??) story with favorite OC (probably will be something with Nadya and Alois)

reaction – Sebastian’s S/O (not knowing he’s a demon) is REALLY excited for Halloween

comforting the reader after a death in the family – Sebastian and Undertaker

happy Knox family fluff w/ Ronnie still alive

any canon x OC story (this is like a blank check to me and y’all gonna regret it hAH)

Charles Grey noticing his crush at a ball and asking her to dance

headcanons – Edward, Finny, Snake, and Soma having a nightmare about losing their S/O

Agni and Soma with their new families visiting India again

Frances and child reader – reader looks up to her as a role model and wants to be like her in the future

Grell x depressed!reader – reader covers up their depression w/ sarcastic and self-deprecating comments

William x fem!Reaper!reader – reader had an abusive childhood before becoming a Reaper, she’s paranoid about other people and always defends herself w/ harsh remarks; William sometimes has to calm her down and reassure her that everyone’s not out to get her

Grell x reader – reader is a wallflower who hates big gatherings and social interaction

Alois, Ciel, Claude, Sebastian, and Undertaker’s favorite lingerie on their S/O

Agni w/ a badass S/O (and bonus tender moments)

headcanons – Sebastian discovers his S/O is an angel sent to protect Ciel’s soul

Grell x fem!Reaper!reader – reader hasn’t gotten sleep in ages b/c of overtime and paperwork

William and S/O having their first child

Sebastian having a love-hate relationship with his S/O

AU – Agni is selectively mute after a trauma and communicates w/ assisting devices and sign language; Soma drags him to a party where a famous singer falls for him, then helps him get access to better therapy so he can talk again; the singer is known to be cold and badass and them doing that is completely out of character

scenario – Soma’s S/O seeing him in his Funtom Five outfit for the first time

AU – Agni survives but the blood loss caused severe brain damage, leaving him aphasic and unable to perform a lot of basic daily functions, he has to be cared for by his S/O and needs assistance w/ simple things; one day has a frustrated breakdown after realizing he can’t hold a spoon steady and is comforted by S/O and Soma

modern AU – Agni is kidnapped and finds out that his lazy S/O is a feared ex Special Forces agent; they’re shorter than he is but can literally lift a car

AU with Agni being sensitive to spicy food while his S/O can eat it without a sweat; they try to convince him to do a spice challenge with them b/c they think his reactions are cute

Agni’s S/O recently passed away and he discovers she was a powerful sorceress b/c their daughter shows magical powers and the magical council comes to take her away to their world

scenario – Vincent and Diedrich encounter a sassy servant during a party and mistake her for a boy

Agni’s S/O became depressed after his death and saw his spirit who talked to her about missing her and Soma but promised to always protect them

Agni dealing w/ his one-year-old daughter who woke up her (tired, sleep-deprived, grumpy) mother – Agni has to keep both sides calm

vegetarian/vegan Agni trying to fool his hunter and carnivore S/O into eating fake meat and fails despite his cooking skill

Agni on a date w/ a S/O who’s the epitome of cold and calculating – at the end of the date, they sing to him in their beautiful voice a song about how he is like the sun

Agni has a kindergarten teacher

Agni being taken out by a S/O who’s wealthy and doesn’t know he grew up poor; he gets flustered and almost panics at being in such a high-end place, S/O eventually realizes, then apologizes and takes him to a more humble place

headcanons – poly ship w/ Beast and Joker

Agni w/ badass S/O

headcanons – relationship w/ Doll

Grell x Irene Diaz

Soma w/ badass S/O

Doll x reader – dancing

reader saves the circus members and nurses them back to health

Harathi and younger Agni

headcanons – Alois and Soma w/ their S/O who turns out to actually be an alien

modern AU – Harathi is alive and is one day visited by Agni’s S/O to ask for permission to marry Agni, bringing w/ them a sizable dowry; Agni is later proposed to w/ Harathi and Soma dancing happily in the background

Agni meets his betrothed, who he’s had a crush on since he saw her being badass and backflipping from a mango tree – he’s tall, awkward, flustered, while she’s small and chill

[blogsfromtheapocalypse]

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FILE NUMBER: 3196.52R FILE NAME: T2R1H9 FILE DATE CREATION: JUNE 15TH 2018 FILE CREATOR: DR. X. FITZGERALD FILE DESCRIPTION: DETAILS AND SUMMARY OF THE T2R1H9 VIRUS

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DATE: JUNE 15TH 2018

On MONDAY, JUNE 4TH 2018; symptoms of a virus began to appear in several regions of the American Southwest, Central America, and Southeast Asia. Physical descriptions of the illness were reminiscent of certain animal bites, but none could be matched to a specific animal. The origin of the virus is unknown. I will continue to post my findings as they come, including updates about new symptoms.

Goodnight for now,

Dr. Xander J. Fitzgerald

KNOWN SYMPTOMS (JUNE 15TH 2018):

HIGH FEVER (100.4F / 38C) 

DRY MOUTH

PAIN

WHEEZING

SWEATY PALMS

BODY ACHES

MUSCLE SORENESS

NAUSEA

LOSS OF APPETITE

INFLAMMATION OF THE JOINTS

NECROSIS OF THE TISSUE AT SOURCE

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DATE: JUNE 23RD 2018

The CDC has officially released a press statement as of 8:13AM EST this morning, on SATURDAY, JUNE 23RD 2018, to discuss the status of the disease. They have verified that the new strain, now formally referred to as the T2R2H9 Virus, is legitimate. They’re working on finding a cure, and methods on how to contain it. The Department of Defense has yet to confirm the allegations of initiating martial law to quarantine majors cities, in which the virus has been documenting more reports of the virus.  

KNOWN SYMPTOMS (JUNE 23RD 2018)

NO CHANGES

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DATE: JUNE 26TH 2018

A new break has come in search of a cure for the virus. An independent medical group stationed in Chicago, IL has reported that  they’ve attempted to see if they can slow the rate at which the virus spreads or terminate it with rounds of known antibiotics. Despite their findings being deemed inconclusive by the CDC, their findings suggest that nothing they tried worked to slow or destroy the virus.

KNOWN SYMPTOMS (JUNE 26TH 2018)

NO CHANGES

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DATE: JULY 1ST 2018

The CDC has released a new statement, as of yesterday, SATURDAY, JUNE 30TH 2018. They announced that none of their attempts to terminate the virus have worked, and that it’s starting to replicate itself faster. Symptoms of T2R1H9 have begun to appear in parts of Europe, Africa, and Oceania. A report from Thailand also came out corroborating the findings, as well as verification that the virus is evolving. No information has yet to be found leading to a definitive cause to the virus’ origin. No word has still yet to be announced from the Department of Defense about the initiation of martial law, however; news outlets have speculated rumors about a bill that will temporarily shut down trade ports and airlines as a means to attempt to contain the virus.

KNOWN SYMPTOMS (JULY 1ST 2018):

HALLUCINATIONS

PAINFUL BLISTERS

VOMITING

DILATED VEINS

RAPID WEIGHT LOSS

TREMORS

MOOD SWINGS

HIGH WHITE BLOOD CELL COUNT

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DATE: JULY 5TH 2018

Chaos has begun to set in s news about the virus continues to spread. The public is unrest, and most are fleeing to rural areas to escape the violence of the cities. The Department of Defense has officially placed the United States of America under martial law, and instructs all nations who have yet to follow suit to do so as soon as possible. Autopsies of those who have been killed before the virus could fully spread, have yet to provide leads to a potential cause to help examiners get closer to finding a cure.

Examinations of the bodies showed that several major organs appeared heavily deoxygenated and inflamed, even hours after experiencing the first symptoms. Dissection of the infected organs revealed they were filled with pus and what resembled black mold. One examiner, T. Kanai, said that upon examining one of the mouths of the deceased, she noticed that their teeth were abnormal. She initially assumed the individual had gingival recession, but their gums were perfect and showed no signs of disease or decay. Instead, it was their teeth that seemed to be moving, as if there were new teeth trying to push their way up to the surface. Kanai also commented that something about their eyes made her uncomfortable, but declined to comment any further.

KNOWN SYMPTOMS (JULY 5TH 2018)

POTENTIAL TOOTH LOSS

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DATE: JULY 9TH 2018

The CDC has set up quarantine centers across the United States, Canada, and Mexico as means to section off the infected from the healthy. In these government sanctioned camps, on staff medical and government personnel have released statements about their findings as they do rest runs to find a cure; which were leaked to the Deep Web and appeared on various political and government message boards over the past 48 hours.

According to personnel in an undisclosed base in Arizona, they revealed that some of the symptoms have taken a drastic and sinister turn for the worst. An unidentified petty officer and medical examiner reported seeing infected individuals with dark blue to black scleras; as well as a sudden loss of their fingernails and seizures. Their accounts have yet to be confirmed, and the CDC has ordered that all deceased individuals are to be burned as a safety precaution; whether or not they’re infected with the virus. The virus has been confirmed as being in six continents, and all airports and borders in 110 countries have been closed as of MONDAY, JULY 9TH 2018.

KNOWN SYMPTOMS (JULY 9TH 2018)

FINGERNAIL LOSS

DARK DISCOLORATION OF THE SCLERA

OUTBURSTS OF RAGE

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DATE: JULY 17TH 2018

A research team in Wyoming has taken the data calculated from the base in Arizona, and decided to do a series of experiments to study how the virus changes. According to the study, they took three patients who are at different rates of the infection; placing them under heavy surveillance in separated chambers on TUESDAY, JULY 10TH 2018 at 13:00

DAY ONE:

SUBJECT #1: Sex unspecified. Aged 25. Showing mild-moderate symptoms; loss of appetite, moderate body aches, tremors, nausea, vomiting, and mild hallucinations [visual].

Overall Health; Stable. Mood or Temperament; Good. Thoughts; Clear.

SUBJECT #2: Sex female. Aged 33. Showing moderate-severe symptoms; rapid weight loss, nausea, vomiting, dilated veins, mild discoloration of the scleras, fingernail loss, moderate hallucinations [visual and auditory], mild-moderate tremors, and a high blood cell count.

Overall Health; Stable. Mood or Temperament; Fine. Thoughts; Scattered.

SUBJECT #3: Sex male. Aged 45. Showing severe symptoms; demonstrates some degree of all the known symptoms, with the exception of loss of appetite. SUBJECT #3 shows symptoms that has yet to be documented among the infected; (1) His original teeth have fallen out, and replaced by a rows of jagged, sharp teeth; made for ripping flesh from bone, and (2)a form of “Wendigo Psychosis”, which is characterized by a deep craving for human meat as food. Upon being given a cooked steak, he refused to eat it. When given a raw steak, he became curious–only to throw it across the room after tasting it. When given a scrap bucket of viscera from the morgue, he took it into a corner and devoured all the contents.

Overall Health; Unstable. Mood or Temperament; Easily distressed and Volatile. Thoughts; Scattered and Unclear.

DAY FOUR:

SUBJECT #1: Condition has steadily gotten worse. SUBJECT #1’s scleras have turned black, and now expresses bouts of intense rage.

Overall Health; Unstable. Mood or Temperament; Unpredictable. Thoughts; Unclear

SUBJECT #2: Condition has remained stable. She still has no appetite, and has to be guided to eating. Her scleras are dark gray, and several of her teeth have been replaced with the same teeth as SUBJECT #3. SUBJECT #2 refuses to sleep, or can’t.

Overall Health; Stable. Mood or Temperament; Anxious. Thoughts; Scattered.

SUBJECT #3: Condition remains unstable. He refuses to eat any food items that aren’t in his bucket, and has been documented demonstrating violent bursts of rage if his needs aren’t met accordingly. SUBJECT #3 requires maximum level amount of security when having food transferred to him, and has demonstrated inhuman amounts of strength. He was also recorded from surveillance cameras, tormenting and antagonizing on duty staff.

Overall Health; Unstable. Mood or Temperament; Unstable. Thoughts; Scattered and Cloudy.

DAY SEVEN:

SUBJECT #1: Condition has slowly gotten worse; now demonstrating incredible bouts of strength, throwing their bed across the room when their demands weren’t met. When SUBJECT #1’s fingernails were collected for testing, they attacked an on duty guard; mildly injuring him in the process. SUBJECT #1 refuses to talk to or comply with the orders of staff officials. The status of the guard’s health has yet to be disclosed.

Overall Health; Unstable. Mood or Temperament; Agitated. Thoughts; Unclear.

SUBJECT #2: Condition has slowly gotten worse; her loss of appetite has receded, and she now claims to have an insatiable appetite for raw meat. When asked why, she said she doesn’t know–only that she feels like she’s going to die if she doesn’t. On duty staff decided to test their theory, placing a raw steak and a large bucket of harvested viscera on her table. After some time, she took a liking to the content of the bucket over the steak. After finishing the contents, she was asked why she made the choice she did; to which she said she doesn’t know, only that something told her to-and how she thinks she wants more.

Overall Health; Good. Mood or Temperament; Stable, yet easily distraught. Thoughts; Clear.

SUBJECT #3: During the sixth night, SUBJECT #3 attacked and killed an unarmed staff member in his cell. The guard was found crudely disemboweled; with his organs gone and his blood splattered across the room. The subject was found in the corner of his cell, smiling with blood on his face, arms and body. All attempts to subdue him by armed personnel failed, and was fatally gunned down as a last resort.

Overall Health; TERMINATED

The experiment has been terminated, but SUBJECT #1 and SUBJECT #2 were sent to a maximum security area for further examination before being reintegrated with the base. SUBJECT #1 show little sign of improving, and SUBJECT #2 is unclear.

KNOWN SYMPTOMS (JULY 17TH 2018)

INSOMNIA

PARANOIA

SUICIDAL IDEATION

CHANGES IN APPEARANCE OF TEETH AND FINGERNAILS; MISSHAPEN, DEFORMED, AND JAGGED

STRONG CRAVINGS FOR HUMAN FLESH

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DATE: JULY 20TH 2018

This will be my last update for some time. I’m going to be boarding a private flight with a group of on base scientists to a base in the American Northwest to collect more data on the virus; which will include myself, KW, JG, OA, MN, DZ, NV, and AM. I’ll do my best to update my log regularly when we arrive to my destination. We’re expected to depart on TUESDAY, JULY 24TH 2018 at 03:00. We’ve been informed ahead of time that we’ll be have to receive extensive training before we would be allowed to interact with the infected directly; meaning we will only have access to interviews and data by means of surveillance footage or by means of separation as demonstrated with the experiment. We’ll be careful, and the next update should be from our new findings at the base.

As of now, no new information has come forward about the status of any recently discovered symptoms.

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DATE: JULY 26TH 2018

We landed at the base two days ago, and our search for a cure has been going as planned. My investigation team and I are going to undergo our official training tomorrow morning, which will give us time away from the lab to get acclimated to what it will be like to work with the infected up close. We’re nervous, but hopeful. We’ve been informed that representatives from CDC bases on the East Coast will be flown in via a private service to work alongside us in our mission to provide a vaccine for the virus; with the hope that it will prevent it from spreading further. The current estimated number of the infected population is 956 million.

KNOWN SYMPTOMS (JULY 26TH 2018)

NO CHANGES

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DATE: JULY 31ST 2018

Our training course has been successful, and we’re scheduled to start getting to work with the infected in the next few days. Several of my colleagues are hopeful that if we don’t find a cure soon, we’ll at least find a patch to slow the virus’ replication rate. Yet, many others remain skeptical and doubtful; with this being the fastest spreading virus that we’ve come to know, infecting nearly one-seventh of the world population in less than two months. I’m going to call this update closed for now, as I have a lot of papers to handle, and my designated team and I have to transport some of the infected to a new security base.

KNOWN SYMPTOMS (JULY 31ST 2018)

NO CHANGES

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DATE: AUGUST 1st 2018

Shit. Shit. Something went wrong during the transporting process. When we were escorting the infected inside, a guard didn’t see two infected individuals that were roaming the premises unsupervised; being subsequently attacked in the process. We weren’t prepared for this. They didn’t train us for this. We tried to quickly get the other inside, but the two infected ragers got in with us. They attacked the five of us who were closest to the door; an unnamed guard, OA, KW, NV, and myself. I was too slow, and one thing they don’t tell you during your training OPs is that they bite hard. We’re being placed under quarantine for the next few days to check on us, just in case they microscopically broke any skin during the scuffle. I was given permission to bring my computer into my designated chamber, so I can continue to work while I’m recovering. In the event I have become infected with the virus, I’ll be given a series of test drugs to see if they’ll cancel out the negative effects of the virus. I’ll also be documenting my experiences with those as the days unfold. This is going to be a long, long ride.

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UPDATE #1:

It’s been two hours since we were quarantined, and just over three since we were initially attacked. I was bitten and scratched on my left calf, and the pain was excruciating. I was screaming and cursing at the top of my lungs nearly the entire way to the emergency unit. The pain was unlike anything I ever felt; being a combination of what I can only describe as a snake bite, a wasp sting, and a second degree burn being magnified ten fold. After my wounds were disinfected and patched up, I was given a round of test antibiotics and a morphine pump before being escorted to my isolation chamber.

The room is sterile, and smells vaguely of pine and cedar. I have a single metal frame bed, a desk connected to the wall, a single shelf above the desk, and a small table where my meals would be served. It feels surreal being in a room like this, knowing what became of those during the experiment. At the moment, I feel fine. The morphine has been helping a lot to dull the pain. The only thing to report on is that the muscles in my left leg feel aggravated and sore.

SYMPTOMS (AUGUST 1ST 2018)

MUSCLE ACHES

PAIN (MANAGEABLE WITH MEDICATION)

UPDATE #2:

I got couple messages from people asking to know how I’m doing, and how the rest of my team is. It’s been six hours since my last post, and I’m starting to feel nauseous and experiencing some dizziness; though whether or not that’s attributed to the virus, or is a side effect of the medications they have me on–I’m not sure. As far as the others go, I haven’t been told yet. I’ll do my best to remember to ask a guard the next time one of them comes by to check my vitals. I’m going to try to get some rest and see if that helps or not.

SYMPTOMS UPDATE (AUGUST 1ST 2018)

NAUSEA (CAUSE: UNDETERMINED)

DIZZINESS (CAUSE: UNDETERMINED

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DATE: AUGUST 2ND 2018

It’s day two of my recovery process. I woke up at 06:00 to have my vitals checked, and had breakfast served to me at 06:30. I’m still feeling nauseous, so I didn’t have much of an appetite. I picked at some of the fruit they gave me, and resorted to mainly sticking to a cup of hot coffee. I feel heavy and fatigued all over, as if I just have a serious cold. I might go back to bed soon. I don’t have the energy to move around right now. I’m going to respond to some emails I got in regards to the recent updates, and then call it quits until I have my vitals checked again at 1230 hours.

SYMPTOMS UPDATE (AUGUST 2ND 2018)

LOSS OF APPETITE

FATIGUE

UPDATE #1:

It’s 12:45, and I woke up in excruciating pain about an hour ago. I jolted up in my sleep feeling like my skin was on fire, and I felt like I tore a muscle. Not pulled or strained, but tore a muscle–as if it was ripping itself from the bone. I tried to give myself as many pumps of morphine as I could, but I’m on a timed system. So even after a full dose, I was still in tremendous pain half an hour after the fact. An armed guard and two medical personnel came in to get my vitals, and I told them about my pain levels.

They assured me that this was normal, and to not worry. I also asked about how the unnamed guard, KW, OA, and NV were doing. They told me they were fine, and they should be discharged soon. If they or others from my group come by to check on me, I’ll be able to verify their statements then. I’m going to try to eat something light to get my strength up, and then possibly get back to working on some papers from my bed. The current estimated infected population, according to the main CDC headquarters, has now reached 1.7 billion.

SYMPTOMS UPDATE (AUGUST 2ND 2018)

NO CHANGES

UPDATE #2

It’s 18:35 and the medical personnel gave me some medication to bring my appetite up, and so far, it’s helping. I was able to clear off a sandwich and a small salad, and I’m doing well with holding it down. The medic who checked on me took some new labs, and said I should have my results in by tomorrow afternoon to see if the antibiotics are working or not. They were surprised I was as calm as I was at the time, and that it was a relief for them. I asked them what they meant by that, but they wouldn’t budge. I pried them about it until I got them to cave. I’m still part of this investigation, and I have the right to know what’s going on.

They told me that they’ve worked with hundreds or even thousands of people who have been been affected by the virus, and that knowing how calm, almost unaware of how sick I truly was, caught them off guard. They continued to say that mood swings are one of the most commonly reported symptoms, and are more often than not, violent. I stopped them for a moment, asking what they meant by the last thing they said; about not being aware of how sick I really was. They immediately froze, and stopped talking; as if they realized they said something they weren’t supposed to. They just grabbed their supplies and left without saying another thing.

I’m starting to a little scared, and I still haven’t seen the rest of my team. I’m going to try to get some rest again soon. I can hear a storm coming, and from the looks of it, it won’t be a good one.

SYMPTOMS UPDATE (AUGUST 2ND 2018)

NO CHANGES

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DATE: AUGUST 4TH 2018

I apologize for not updating yesterday like I should have. The weather has been atrocious, and our entire grid lost power from 04:30 to 20:50. I was able to get some notes types out before my battery died, so here’s what I’m able to recall.

My morning routine went much the same, and I was able to be escorted to a quarters area to clean myself up. Getting some fresh air away from my confinement was fine, but I still felt like a caged animal with how close I was being monitored. My body aches and pains have subsided, and I was able to move around more without feeling like I need some type of assistance. My appetite had come back, and was able to make up for all the calories I missed in the form of heavy nutritional shakes and protein bars. Working in near darkness threw my circadian rhythm off, and I ended up sleeping most of the day.

Today was much the same, after the power came back. I was finally able to get my lab results back, and my white blood cell count was triple what it should have been. My body knew something was wrong, and was doing its best to fight off whatever it was. The medic who saw me the previous day came back to administer more antibiotics and experimental test drugs, as well as give me another physical. In the light of the room, they were able to make out my features closer and get better readings.

The veins in my hands and arms were mild-moderately dilated, and both my fingernails and cuticles were chipped/torn and beginning to bleed. They took an ophthalmoscope and went to check my vision, pausing for a moment to take notice of what I didn’t want to believe were the color of my eyes. They just gave me this look, one where you know they’re hiding something from you. They continued the examine, and told me that everything was checking out; but whether or not that was a good thing, they wouldn’t say.

But one thing is certain: I’m infected…and if my reports over the last two months had been indicative of anything; it’s that this is only the beginning, and things are going to get worse from here on out.

SYMPTOMS UPDATE (AUGUST 4TH 2018)

DILATED VEINS

DISCOLORATION OF THE SCLERA; DARK GRAY AND BLOTCHY

INCREASED APPETITE

DAMAGE TO FINGERNAILS AND CUTICLES

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DATE: AUGUST 5TH 2018

I wasn’t able to sleep last night. All I could think about is how the past five days have gone, and how this isn’t what I wanted out of coming here. I spent a good hour throwing up, terrified of knowing what awaits me when this damn disease spreads further. I can’t stop thinking about the two subjects in last month’s update that are still, hopefully, alive. I can’t help but to imagine the fear and dread they must feel or have; knowing there’s an insidious being raging inside them, and there’s nothing they can do to stop it. I wonder how many of them tried to fight back against it, and how many gave up and caved to the beast.

While I was curled up on the floor in a mess of my own pity and sorrow, I thought about SUBJECT #3; wondering which category he was in during all of this. Did he try to fight to suppress the side effects, or did he lose hope and let it win? The the days leading up to him being brought in for the study, he seemed fine, albeit distressed. He was clearly hiding something, perhaps trying to mask his pain as the virus weighted him down. I don’t know. I can only hope he’s at peace now, and that the other two; wherever they are, can have some solice in knowing that we’re going to beat this thing. I don’t know how or when, but we will.

We’ve survived the Bubonic Plague, the 1918 Spanish Influenza, world wars. In the wake of tragedy, we’ve proved time and time again that we’re strong and we’re resilient beings. We’re not going to go down without a damn fight. Everything works out in the end. Right?

SYMPTOMS UPDATE (AUGUST 5TH 2018)

ANXIETY [SOURCE: UNDETERMINED]

VOMITING [SOURCE: UNDETERMINED]

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DATE: AUGUST 6TH 2018

I’m beginning to feel weak again, and all I want to do is sleep. I’m losing sight of what’s real and what’s not. I can’t tell if I’m seeing or feeling things because I’m cracking up or if it’s the virus showing itself more to me. I spent a good five minutes shaking in bed, and had a grand mal seizure when I went to go clean myself up just an hour ago; which is something that’s never happened to me. I was able to get ahold of DZ and JG; who were given authorization to meet me. For their protection, they were put in specially designated hazmat suits, and I was handcuffed to my desk. It was bittersweet seeing them, and the look on their faces seeing me was otherworldly. I don’t know how to describe it, but it’s just that bleak look of acceptance you see when people are seeing their loved ones for the last time–as if they instinctively knew things weren’t going to end well for me.

They told me the status of the project to look for a cure, which was going as well as I should have expected. The virus was replicating at an alarming rate, and there was no telling what could be used or done to slow it down even a fraction of the rate it was developing. The virus was changing its structure almost every 72 hours like clock work, and predicting its next makeup structure was impossible. In layman’s terms; we were fucked. I then asked them about how the others were doing. MN and AM were fine, and were planning on heading back to our original camp to get away from all the stress they were dealing with here. When I asked them about KW, OA, NV, and the guard; they went quiet.

JG asked me if I was serious, and then became angry when I told him I had no clue what either of them were talking about. I didn’t even know how they got hurt or how bad it ultimately was, only that I wasn’t the only one who got attacked. DZ was surprised that I wasn’t told about anything, and proceeded to fill me in to the best of their abilities. The day after we were quarantined, they got the news that OA died sometime during the night when her aorta ruptured sometime in her sleep. KW was in and out of the operating room since yesterday for what they only told me was “organ failure”, and that NV was stable, but refusing to talk to anyone. I asked them about the guard again, and they told me when they went to go visit KW in the ICU; they swore they saw someone strapped to a gurney, screaming about how “that fucking disease is going to kill us all” and “kill me now before it makes me hurt you”.

Before they left, they tried to comfort me and tell me that they’re not going to stop looking for a way to beat this; even if they have to die trying. JG added that he was going to send me something to look over when he gets back to his dorm. He told me it was for my eyes only, and to not share it with anyone in our circle. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but I told him I would keep his promise.

SYMPTOM CHANGES (AUGUST 6TH 2018)

NO CHANGES

UPDATE #1:

I got JG’s file attachment, and I spent a good hour analyzing it. If what he sent me is true, then this changes everything. Not only for our investigative team, but all of us. In all my years as a virologist, I’ve never seen anything like this before, and it could possibly be one of the most blatant cases of medical malpractice that I’ve ever seen. If this is real, then it would be morally repugnant for me to keep this a secret. I’ll post an update in an hour with my decision. I’m starting to feel sick again, and my back pain is starting to surge again.

UPDATE #2:

Goddammit. I don’t know what to even make of this now. I fired a message to JG, asking him if anyone else in our group knows about this. He replied back quickly; telling me that DZ does, and he plans on telling MN and AM before they board their flight back home. I could tell he knew I was onto something, to which he sent me an angry email back. He insisted that if I told anyone about the attachment, that there was going to be dire consequences for all of us. I demanded to know where he got the information from, to which he told me that he talked to the guard he saw strapped to the gurney in private when the medical team was gone. The guard said that he saw someone open the gate where the two infected people were, and that it wasn’t an accident. The guard was adamant that the attack was on purpose, and that he was sure he wasn’t the intended target–but one of us were.

He went on to say that he found the two surviving candidates from the test, SUBJECT #2 told him about how she became infected with the virus. She claims that she was a child psychologist turned EMT in the wake of the outbreak, and that she often hopped from base to base to help where she could. While stationed in a base near Atlanta, she was approached by a group that claimed to work for the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services about partaking in a clinical study to try a potential vaccine against the virus. When she declined, feeling something off about them, she claims they stowed her into the back of a van, and injected her with what she believes to have been a strain of the virus. She was found abandoned several miles outside Chattanooga, with no recollection of her captures.

Unable to believe the story for himself, she showed him scars she got from the struggle and where she began to develop partial necrosis at the injection site. I thought he was bullshitting with me, until he sent me the photos as proof. My stomach sank, seeing what she went through. He continued by saying that she’s sure this entire outbreak wasn’t a fluke or freak of nature; but something deeper. This whole thing is making my head spin. I’m going to call it quits for the night. I’m starting to feel like someone’s watching me. The current estimated infected population is believed to be 2.8 billion.

SYMPTOMS (AUGUST 6TH 2018)

NO CHANGES

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DATE: AUGUST 7TH 2018

I woke up to my pillow and bed sheets being soaked with blood, and I wasn’t sure why. When I went to open my mouth to call for help, my teeth began to fall out-one by one. I don’t think I ever screamed that loud before in my life, and it took two guards to hold me back so I wouldn’t hurt myself. I watched helplessly as a medic bagged my teeth and collected a sample of my blood, walking away as if nothing happened. I don’t think my brain had time to process what was going on, so I instinctively ran my tongue across the inside of my mouth; hoping this was some kind of fucked up dream and that this wasn’t happening. All I could feel were jagged edges where my teeth once were, almost like shards of broken glass.

I snapped, and started wailing on anyone or anything that was close to me. I had enough. Whatever this shit was; a natural occurrence or a some damn test by the government, it was finally starting to really hit me that this was real. I could feel my blood boil as I threw everything I could get my hands on across the room. I smashed my table to pieces, and ripped the shelf from the wall; stripping the bolts in the process. It wasn’t until I was coming down from my rage that I saw the extent of what I had done; not only was my room destroyed, but I also broke my left hand in the process. The weirdest part though was that I wouldn’t have even noticed unless I saw it for myself or had it pointed out to me. I can’t tell if my outburst made me invincible or if I’m no longer able to feel pain.

I’ll let you know when I test my hypothesis again.

SYMPTOMS UPDATE (AUGUST 7TH 2018)

COMPLETE TOOTH LOSS

OUTBURSTS OF RAGE

MOOD SWINGS

INABILITY TO FEEL OR SENSE PAIN [SOURCE: UNDETERMINED]

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DATE: AUGUST 13TH 2018

I’ve been at work testing my theory about my ability to process pain, or possible lack thereof. I took one of the pins off my jacket, and poked at the back of my hand. Nothing. I tried prodding the tips of my fingers. Nothing. I tested it again on my arm, skewering a small piece of my skin in the process. Still nothing. No pain or anything to speak of, even after I started to bleed again. I wanted to push my now, almost certain hypothesis even further.

I took one of my fountain pens, and rolled up my sleeves. I gripped the pen tight in my hand, and with all my strength, I stabbed myself in the upper arm. I could feel the nib of the pen bend from the force, snapping upon making contact with my humerus when it broke through the skin. I ripped the pen out of my arm, sending a large spurt of blood across the floor. Nothing. I barely felt it. What the fuck. I looked at the now broken, useless pen in my hand; covered in blood and what was left of the ink. I stared at it, fascinated. A new thought was starting to cross my mind.

I knew now that my hypothesis was correct; and that this wasn’t a side effect of my mood swings. This was something entirely different. I finally knew, or at least was quite certain, that I could no longer feel pain. Now, I couldn’t help but to wonder if I would find myself in a place where I can no longer feel anything at all. I’ll update you on that theory when the time comes.

SYMPTOMS UPDATE (AUGUST 13TH 2018)

INABILITY TO FEEL PAIN [CONFIRMED]

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DATE: AUGUST 15TH 2018

I’ve been pouring over my notes, and trying to come to a conclusion as to what I’m going to do with the information JG gave me. The signs were everywhere that this wasn’t normal, and it was something the public needed to know. However, the question was would we do after that makes things complicated. Do we kill the infected, no matter the stage of their diagnosis? Do we just launch all of our nukes, and hope there’s enough survivors to start over? I don’t know.

I finally saw my face for the first time in what feels like weeks. It was eerie to say the least to see how this was manifesting itself; staring back at me. In an attempt to diagnose myself; the physical characteristics of the virus were nearing its final stages for me. My teeth were starting to come back, but weren’t like they once were; now were also cryptid like in their appearance. The capillaries in my skin on my face and neck were more prominent; a condition which my division dubbed “angel skin”, as it gave the appearance of the skin being ethereal, and almost translucent.

My eyes have succumb to changes as well, becoming pitch black and almost void like. Upon closer examination, I noticed that not only did my scleras change, but my irises did as well; going from brown to black, as if they pigment was eaten away. The texture of the hair on my head hasn’t changed, but it seems like the hair everywhere else, aside from my face, was becoming lighter. I don’t recognize myself anymore. Is this the part where I have a nervous breakdown or get lost in myself?

I’ll update this later when I can. I’m starting to feel unwell again, and my stomach hasn’t stopped growling since I left my room.

SYMPTOMS UPDATE (AUGUST 15TH 2018)

ARRIVAL OF NEW TEETH

COMPLETE DISCOLORATION OF THE IRIS AND SCLERA

“ANGEL SKIN”

CHANGES IN HAIR TEXTURE

DEPERSONALIZATION

UPDATE #1:

My stomach has been in a knot all day, and no matter what I try to alleviate it, it just keeps getting worse. I’ve tried an assortment of anti-nausea medications and tricks, but nothing works. For the past hour, something in the back of my mind had an insatiable craving for something. I couldn’t place my finger on it, but the more I lingered on it, the more I knew what was going on. I-I need to test something.

UPDATE #2:

I just sent a request for something specific to eat, and I’m going to see how this turns out. This is sick. I don’t want to do this. But, I have to. I have to find out if what I’m thinking is true. I’ll make another update within the next hour.

UPDATE #3:

Shit. Goddammit. So, I tried to put my theory to the test. It worked. It actually worked. I didn’t want to believe it would, but it did. I spoke to a guard that was part of the week long experiment, and told them about the craving. She understood what I meant by that, and went to go take care of it. She came back with a bucket…that damn bucket. I choked back on my vomit as she put it on the new table in front of me. The smell of the viscera emanating from the bucket was revolting, and I almost threw up. The way they almost shined under the florescent lighting in a collection of their own fluids brought back painful memories of college, and the sheer weight of the bucket caught me off guard.

I pulled it close to me and knew there was only one thing I could do. The voice in the back of my head grew louder, telling me if I don’t eat, then I’m going to die. If I eat, I’ll be okay and it will go away. I swallowed my pride, and reached into the bucket; sloshing the various guts around as they slid across each other. The feeling of wanting to vomit came back as I felt how slick they were. I picked up a chunk of meat, and tore at it with my teeth. The muscle was tough, but gave way the more I ripped into it. It reminded me of a cut of choice meat you would use for a stew. It had some bite to it, and wasn’t stringy.

The nausea I had moments ago melted away the more I ate, and that’s when I knew I was right. This was it. This was the symptom I feared the most, as it signaled the last state of the changes that my team and I were made aware of. Part of me knew this was wrong, and that this wasn’t the kind of person I was. This was sick. This was fucked up. Yet, I couldn’t stop. For a moment, any ounce of self control I had went out the window along with whatever humanity I held onto. I was becoming the very thing I was afraid of, and that there was no going back. This disease..this damn disease made my grave for me, and now I have to lie in it. I don’t know how to tell my team about this. I don’t even know if NV or KW are alive at this point. I just hope that the rest of them are able to get the fuck out of here while they can; especially if that guard was telling the truth.

This will probably be my last update. I don’t trust myself to be around other people, and I don’t know when or if I’m going to lose myself to this. There’s no telling if I’ll be the same person a month from now, a week from now, or even tomorrow. I just don’t know. That’s why I’m stepping away from the investigation as of writing this.  I’m so sorry, but I have to do this. I have to do what’s in my best interest, and trying to fight this thing isn’t one of those things anymore. As part of my way to say goodbye, I’ll be leaving an attachment to the documents I’ve exchanged with JG. Whether or not you choose to use them is up to you. I don’t care, they won’t be of any use for me anymore.

To whoever may be reading this, it’s over. There’s no going back for us as a society. We’re too far gone, and there’s nothing we can do to stop the virus. If you’re one of the lucky ones, run. Run as fast as you can and avoid the infected while you can. It’s up to you to decide whether or not we’re a species worth fighting for. The power is in your hands now. God, forgive us all.

“This is the end, my only friend, the end It hurts to set you free But you’ll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die This is the end …”

Goodnight for the last time,

Dr. Xander J. Fitzgerald

[myth-lord]

What humanoid creatures did ya cut?

Short Answer: Abarimon, Aegipan, Atosis, Bugbear, Capelobo, Cecealia, Cercopes, Cuca, Gwyllion, Mad Gasser, Onocentaur, Yacuruna and Yowie, 

I give you a better answer, these are all the monsters I once used and now don’t. These are the monsters I think are either to similar to other creatures (and no good as upgrades, evolutions or related creatures) or I just don’t like them anymore and found other creatures for their roles and abilities.

NOTE that I use the MYTHIKA descriptions for the creatures, not the real myth variants, while many are probably the same as the myth, some are changed a lot.

ABAASY (Demon)(Hungarian) – Fachen-like Demons that ride on two-headed, six-legged, twelve eyed and tailed drakes. ABARIMON (Humanoid)(Medieval European) – Cannibalistic humanoids with backward feet that are very swift.ADHENE (Fae)(Manx) – Very arrogant and vain faeries.AEGIPAN (Humanoid)(Ancient Greek) – Merfolk with goat-like features, in Mythika much like sea Satyr.AETERNAE (Demon)(Medieval European) – Horned demons which use their own bones as weapons pretty much like Marrow from X-men.AETOS (Beast)(Ancient Greek) – Giant cruel Crow/Vulture birds that eat organs, damage done by these birds will quickly regenerate so the birds can endlessly eat your body.AGRIUS (Giant)(Ancient Greek) – Giant Lycanthropes and werebears.AKASHITA (Elemental)(Japanese) – Cloud monsters, in Mythika the pre-mature form of Planetnik (the living storm)AMAROK (Beast)(Inuit) – Enormous wolf monsters, very similar to the story of Gaueko.AME-ONNA (Undead)(Japanese) – Drowned women that walk around with a weapon-like umbrella and which can summon water and rain.ANZU (Chimerae)(Sumerian) – Lightning Chimerae composed of Lion and Bird parts, much like a reversed Griffon.AO AO (Chimerae)(South American) – Half peccary and half sheep, stands up like a humanoid, very gluttonous.APAOSHA (Demon)(Zoroastrianism) – Demonic Pegasus of drought.ASWANG (Undead)(Philippine) – Ghoul like creatures that can detach their claws, head and torso, becoming an swarm of body-parts. ATOSIS (Humanoid)(Native American) – Lizardmen with Gila Monster features, they are shamans and warlocks among lizardfolk.ATTORCROPPES (Fae)(German) – Snake-like faeries with powerful venom and a love for snakes.AZIWUGUM (Chimerae)(Inuit) – Armored Walrus-Dog creatures with very powerful tails which can instantly kill a victim.

Atosis love to cook their victims after they ripped away their will and sanity. 

BABI NGEPET (Beast)(Indonesian) – Greedy boar monsters which are magnetic and pull in all types of treasures onto their bodies.BALDANDERS (Aberration)(German) – Chaotic shapeshifters which can take the form of any object they have seen or touched. I used them as Mimic (D&D) in Mythika.BANASPATI (Undead)(Indonesian) – Gigantic flaming skull monsters that feed on fear.BASAN (Beast)(Japanese) – Giant terror birds with fire abilities.BAS CELIK (Angel)(Turkish) – Angels of evil emotions and with iron features and wings.BEITHIR (Dragon)(Scottish) – Much like the D&D Behir, a combination of dragon and centipede with lightning abilities.BERGKONGE (Dragon)(Norwegian) – Shapeshifting mountain dragons, also a variant of Erlking.BICORN (Beast)(Medieval European) – Fat panther-like cows with two unicorn horns on their heads, they grow fat on eating unfaithful people.BLACK ANNIS (Fae)(English) – Your typical forest hag, tall as an ogre and with blue skin as hard as steel.BLACK HOWLER (Fae)(North American) – Giant black puma’s with sonic abilities and horns. BLACK TAMANOUS (Ooze)(Native American) – Black oil-like oozes which take human hosts and turn them into cannibals. BOCANACH (Demon)(Irish) – Black Satyr’s which music makes other creatures very hostile, aggressive and which starts wars. Then the creature feeds on the lost souls of the death.BONNACON (Beast)(Medieval European) – Burning bison’s which breath fire, they also poop fire bombs, everything about them stinks and burns.BOOBACH (Fae)(English) – Small bogeymen which love to scare their prey with scary faces. BOO HAG (Fae)(Gullah) – Skinless Night Hag which haunts dreams and which wears the skins of her prey. I use them in Mythika as Nocnitsa. BUGBEAR (Humanoid)(English) – Nasty hairy bear-like goblins which are extremely grumpy and cruel but which have good bonds with all types of beasts.

Bocanach play very depressive songs on their flutes, turning any village into a battlefield. 

CAMAHUETO (Aberration)(Chilote) – Disfigured sea unicorns which appear like seal/cows with a narwhale like horn. CAMULATZ (Beast)(Mayan) – Enormous parrot monsters which love to decapitate their prey.CAPCAUN (Giant)(Romanian) – Your typical bridge and toll troll. CAPELOBO (Humanoid)(Brazilian) – Humanoid anteaters which feed on brains with their tongues.CATH PALUG (Fae)(Welsh) – Size-shifting cats which can take the form of small cat, panther-sized cat and giant-sized cat.CECAELIA (Humanoid)(Unknown) – Merfolk which combine humanoids with octopi. CERASTES (Beast)(Medieval European) – Sand serpents that swim in sand.CERCOPES (Humanoid)(Ancient Greek) – Twin monkey-human hybrids, they love to steal and always work together to get what they want.CHIPFALAMFULA (Beast)(African) – Gigantic fish with an entire city of merfolk inside their bodies. Everything they swallow will transform into a mindless merfolk that hunts for their new Chipfalamfula master.CHOUKESHIN SWARM (Vermin)(Japanese) – A beautiful but deadly swarm of butterflies that feed on life energy.COCKATRICE (Chimerae)(Medieval European) – Half rooster and half lizard, poisonous skin which transform flesh into fossilized stone. CUCA (Humanoid)(Brazilian) – Crocodile humanoids which behave much like child-eating hags.CUEGLE (Aberration)(Spanish) – Three eyed horrors with one blue one green and one red eye. They also have three arms without hands.

How can something so beautiful be so vile and horrid? Choukeshin Swarm.

DECARABIA (Demon)(Ars Goetia) - Giant demonic crownofthorn-starfish demons.DRAC (Dragon)(French) – River and Lake drakes which bodies are mostly made up of water plants and which lure prey in with illusions of treasures.

ENTULLA (Beast)(Medieval European) – Very wild and rampaging antelopes with dangerous horns, they are all the hostile energy of nature put into one being. ERYMANTHIAN BOAR (Beast)(Ancient Greek) – Enormous wild boars.

These are no mere beasts, they are all of natures madness, aggression and wild energy put into one vessel, so nature itself could get rid of it. Entulla.

FEAR DORCHA (Fae)(Irish or Scottish) – Shadow Fae humanoids which are the perfect stalkers, spies and assassins. FOSSEGRIM (Fae)(Norwegian) – Blue haired male water nymphs which drown people and lure them in with their instruments and music.

GA-GORIB (Beast)(African) – Gorilla monsters with a strange skin that rebound anything shot at it, they live in strange pits. GARM (Demon)(Ancient Norse) – The hound of hell.GAWIGAWEN (Giant)(Philippine) – 5 headed war giants that often fight in armies for demons.GENDERUWO (Giant)(Indonesian) – King Kong sized (and behaving) Sasquatch monsters that use humanoids as toys.GLOBSTER (Ooze)(Oceanic) – Sea oozes made of death whale blubber. GUDIAO (Beast)(Chinese) – Unicorn birds of prey.GWYLLION (Humanoid)(Welsh) – Female mountain goblins.

This horrid, stinking mass of aquatic sludge is been feasted on while it feasts on its predators at the same time. Globster.

HAAKAPAINIZI (Vermin)(Native American) – Giant grasshopper bogey’s that kidnap and eat children. HAERMORRHOIS (Beast)(Medieval European) – Blood serpents, which poison forces all the blood from the bitten victims body.HOOP SNAKE (Beast)(Fearsome Critter) – Giant snakes which bite their tail and like a wheel roll over their victims.HRIMFAXI (Beast)(Ancient Norse) – Frost HorsesHROSSHVALUR (Chimerae)(Iceland) – Half horse and half whale, loves to crush ships with its ramming ability.HUALLEPEN (Aberration)(Chilote) – Much like some disfigured cow-calf mixed in with a seal, looking at this lake monster will disfigure you.HULDRA (Fae)(Scandinavian) – Fox nymphs with hollow backs.

IJIRAQ (Fae)(Native American) – Small snow bogeyman with powerful illusions and which always wear skulls of powerful creatures such as Wendigo.INDUS WORM (Vermin)(Medieval European) – White water worms.

Creatures that follow one of Ijiraqs illusions are never seen again. 

JACK-O-LANTERN (Plant)(Worldwide) – Variant of Scarecrow with a head of a burning pumpkin.

KEYTHONG (Chimerae)(Heraldry European) – Wingless Griffon species that hunt like velociraptors.KLUDDE (Fae)(Belgian) – Bat winged wolves which gaze will put dangerous hallucinations inside the minds of victims.KOBOLD (Elemental)(German) – The gnomes of earth, can control the element earth and shape it into any form they desire.KORI (Beast)(Colombia) – Giant green aquatic anteaters which tongue turns earth into water.

Like a pack of wild Raptors the wingless Keythong take down a powerful Unicorn with ease. 

LUNANTISHEE (Fae)(English) – Evil Faeries covered in thorns, with plant-like skin.

HALA (Elemental)(Bulgarian) – Whirlwind hags of storm and cold.

MAD GASSER (Humanoid)(Modern Legend) – Insane humanoid which uses gas to kill its prey. MINKA BIRD (Fae)(Australian) – Beautiful birds of paradise which make victims obsessed with them in their dreams.

NACHTKRAPP (Beast)(German) – Roc-sized raven/crow bogeysNACHZEHRER (Undead)(German) – Vampires which are like a living voodoo doll to anyone they drank the blood from. When they hurt their own bodies, the voodoo-connected victim is hurt in the same way.NIAN (Chimerae)(Chinese) – Enormous golden lions with a unicorn horn. NODEPPO (Fae)(Japanese) – Flying squirrel evils that spit out realistic illusions in the form of swarms of bats or spiders.NUE (Chimerae)(Japanese) – Chimerae that combine the face of a baboon, the body of a tiger and and the tail  of a serpent. They can turn into black clouds and invade the dreams of their victims.

All these creatures do is spit out horrifying illusions and deadly lies. Nodeppo.

ONOCENTAUR (Humanoid)(Medieval European) – Centaurs with the lower body of a mule/donkey and the upperbody of an orc, they are very hostile.

PELESIT (Vermin)(Malay) – Grasshopper monsters with the face of a humanoid, they enter a hosts body and transform it into a Apocalypse Locust.PSOGLAV (Demon)(Serbian) – Bizarre demons with horse legs, a jackal or dog head and a single eye. They were demons of Famine.

SARKANY (Dragon)(Hungarian) – Dragons of storm and lightning, they can turn into a humanoid-looking storm demon.SEITAAD (Elemental)(Native American) – Sand elemental monsters SERPOPARD (Chimerae)(Egyptian) – Half serpent and half panther with a very long neck and strange poison. SHACHIHOKO (Chimerae)(Japanese) – Half carps and half tigers.SHARALE (Demon)(Russian) – Non ice-based Mahaha demon of the forests.SIN-YOU (Angel)(Chinese) – Unicorn fallen angel that hunts for sinners, even if it is a minor sin. They absorb the sins from anyone they kill.SIRANIS (Aberration)(Persian) – Horrid monsters which use sound as weapon.SKOTUMODIR (Aberration)(Iceland) – Mother of all ray-fish, looking like some mutant ray horror.

It is like fighting the entire desert at the same time! Seitaad.

TCULO (Vermin)(Roma) – Swarms of small land-based urchin monsters that enter bodies and spread diseases.TEUMESSIAN FOX (Beast)(Ancient Greek) – Very swift giant foxes which have very good evasion abilities and which are impossible to hit with ranged weapons.TREE OCTOPUS (Plant)(Internet Cryptid) – A plant in the form of an octopus.TSEMAUS (Beast)(Native American) – Sharks or Orca Whales with very sharp dorsal fins.TUPILAQ (Construct)(Inuit) – Small bone idols which have a link with their creator and which kill for their creator, for their tiny size they have the strength of an ogre.

This creature the size of a small doll has the strenght of the most powerful Ogres. Seeing this little thing snap a human in half like a twig is something out of a horrid nightmare. Tupilaq.

USHI ONI (Demon)(Japanese) – Oni spirits that invade crabs, they look like crabs with a minotaur-like head.

VATNAGEDDA (Beast)(Iceland) – Golden Flounder fish with extreme poison, they even kill ghosts with their poison.VETALA (Undead)(Hindu) – Vampires that feed on intelligence and brains.VILKACIS (Undead)(Latvia) – Spiritual werewolves which enter the bodies of beasts and turn them into very powerful and monstrous horrors. Much like a beast-type poltergeist.

I can possess any animal, and humans are animals to. Vilkacis.

WANI (Dragon)(Japanese) – Dragon winged crocodiles, swamp dragons.

YACURUNA (Humanoid)(Brazilian) – Merfolk (with legs) which ride on crocodiles and which have giant aquatic serpents around their neck as living jewelry. YANAGA-BABA (Plant)(Japanese) – Giant willow trees which use hag-like dryads as their spies, they spread sorrow, misery and sadness into their environment, turning any area into a swamp of sadness over time.YOWIE (Humanoid)(Australian) – Red haired evil sasquatch monsters that are very filthy and cruel. YPOTRYLL (Chimerae)(Heraldry European) – Half boar, camel and behemoth, often used by Berserkers in battle (they are in mythika as mount for the upgraded Berserker)

All you need is sadness child. Yanaga Baba.

ZIBURINIS (Elemental)(Lithuanian) – Undead fire elementals which invade a host and burn it from the inside out with pure hatred. ZORIGAMI (Construct)(Japanese) – Animated clocks which control minor parts of time.

Feel my hatred burn you from inside out infidel! Ziburinis.