#went hunting by thumbnails.

[mercurymusing]

Blogothèque has done a few take away shows here.

A neat one that starts in a tunnel:

Now abandoned, La Petite Centure is a 19th century railway that loops over 30km around Paris

[akascow]

i like when ppl make those "x being the best disney villain for 13 minutes straight" videos from old disney movies bc some of those villains are irredeemable HAHA "hes so real and iconic for that" he literally tries to wipe out the Romani population the entire movie but i guess he did say that line a little bit gay so # iconic king frollo of notre dame slayyyy

[thatrandombystander]

A month ago. I went to my boss and said "hey these images that were auto-migrated from the old website to the new one? None of them have been resized to match the required dimensions for the new site? I think were doing to have to manually resize them all?" And my boss went "UGH that sucks but we'll fix it AFTER the site goes live and we've done everything else"

Well. Guess what my boss noticed today and had a freakout about and decided I need to dedicate my time to fixing before the site goes live 😐

[notquitecanon]

Search History // Poly!141 x Reader

A continuation of this thought

Summary: Reader (based loosely on Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds) has to be face-to-face with the boys for the first time since they started including her in their late-night fantasies. They've decided it's time to take it off-screen and move in IRL.

I'm taggin the peeps who replied to the last part bc I'm desperate for attention lol (in all actuality y'all really encouraged me to actually write thank you!!)

CW: allusions to porn, allusions to female genitalia, they're all horny in the workplace, this is basically workplace harassment but we're excusing it because they're hot and fictional and I say so, no outright smut

Still nsfw though so MDNI pls and thanks

“The 141 just touched down. ETA twenty minutes.” 

Your eyes flicked up from the muted video on your monitor, cheeks flushed red but masked by the light radiating off your screen in your dark office. Thank God, your monitor faced away from the door. A young private was standing in the doorway with a tablet, looking at you for an acknowledgment, probably running about starting preparations for their arrival back on home base. 

“Thank you, private.” You murmured, teeth toying at your thumbnail, chipping the polish. The young soldier gave a short nod at the quiet dismissal and disappeared once again. Your eyes, with embarrassingly blown pupils, flicked back to the video. 

After your discovery two weeks ago, the sites and links you had to review furthered down the rabbit hole. And this video you were currently watching had been one that all the men had been visiting, and revisiting, and revisiting… 

By god, they’d done it. 

Similar build, skin tone only a shade or two different - you could probably share foundation and it wouldn’t look too bad. Hair and eye color so close it was uncanny. And when the woman looked over her shoulder at the mountain of a man hitting it from the back, the angle made the resemblance almost scarily uncanny.  The Had you had a porn career and simply forgotten?- kind of uncanny. 

Sure there were differences- she was a little taller, maybe a bit leaner, with boobs that had definitely had some work done. Tattoos where your skin was bare and vice versa, different piercings. Her voice was pitched different, and her accent was completely different from yours but within three minutes of the video she’d stopped speaking words, so accent didn’t matter much.  But as far as porn actresses went- she might as well be your twin. 

It seemed the 141 had perused her entire.. filmography. Different videos, different scenarios, different partners. They all had videos they seemed to like better than others. Soap seemed to particularly like the POV video where the man had a thick Scottish accent. Gaz had bookmarked a soft-core bondage and forced orgasm scene. Price, a shorter video of an unseen man pushing the actress under a desk for oral, and Ghost… the only link he’d visited was your instagram. It was hard not to let it stroke your ego a little bit. 

God, if you told anyone about this… They’d tell you to file a workplace harassment suit, and maybe a police report.  To start job hunting, and therapist hunting. Distance yourself. You should have been embarrassed or uncomfortable- you knew you should be. That you should feel objectified or disrespected, disgusted. 

But hell, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t send yourself the links and watched them in your free time at home. It was hot- turned you on in an almost concerning way that would set feminism back twenty years if you told anyone. 

The video kept playing on your monitor, one of the videos that Soap had visited more than once (little did you know it was one that Ghost had picked out). A gloved hand smoothly glided down the actress's spine before curving around her throat and pulling her upright on the man’s lap, filthy praises in a British accent playing through your single AirPod. 

“Holy shit…”  You muttered, thighs clenching because if you squinted it really did look like you, even some of her mannerisms. And the rough accent was like a mix of Ghost's and Price’s. 

Abruptly, you shut down the entire monitor completely, ripping out the AirPod and tossing it on the desk. Pressing slightly shaking hands to your too hot face. You needed to get it together, because Price was your boss and the others were your superiors. They’d been gone for a month and a half, and it’d been your voice in their ears guiding them through missions, and you knew you had a flirty disposition, especially from the private safety of your dark little office half way across the world. 

It made sense that their wires got a little crossed, but your wires- like those off all your monitors and hardware- needed to stay neatly organized and separate. Focus. Focus. 

Your nails were bitten to the quick, the bitter taste of old nail polish on the back of your tongue. The skin around your nails was raw from your teeth toying with it as your so intensely focussed on the videos. You needed to get out of this too small, too hot room.  Which is how you found yourself, twenty minutes later, in the communal break room fighting with the vending machine. It was withholding the ice cold water you were desperate for, despite your curses and attempts to jostle the machine. Right as you delivered a frustrated kick to the machine-

“Just the bird we were looking for!” 

It was Kyle’s voice first, that tipped you off to the herd of men entering the space. You almost jumped out of your skin- brain flitting through several scandalous snippets of the videos he’d replayed. His smile was dazzling as always as he came into view, tapping the yellow warning stickers that instructed people not to jostle the machine, with the little illustration of the stick man getting crushed, “What’d the machine ever do to you? It might start fighting back.” 

A gloved hand reached between the two of you, skeleton fingers curled into a fist that delivered a blunt strike, and, like magic, the water bottle fell in to the receptacle. You peeked over your shoulder at Ghost, standing just slightly too close and looking down at you intensely, but not meanly. An easy to miss bit of mirth that was usually reserved for Soap. Thank god you’d bitten your nails to stubs or they would’ve drawn blood from how they were digging into your palms to distract you from the gloved hands and the brutish display of strength. 

Kyle put the drink sweetly in your hands after cracking it for you, like he would do when bringing Ghost or Price something, eyes twinkling like he knew something you didn’t.  Another hand, warm and large clapped gently on your shoulder, pulling you back a step, almost directly into Captain Price’s chest. 

The men shared a look over your head before focussing back on you. 

“Your intel was good.” It was a simple statement, but delivered in a warm, proud tone that felt so much like praise that your stomach flipped a bit, with that warm smile that made him look soft despite the fact he was still in full tac-gear, “They didn’t even see us coming.” 

“They never see you coming, that’s kind of your whole thing.” You tried a joke, your voice a touch strained. His hand was lingering, right on the curve where your shoulder became your neck, fingers flexing into the flesh just so. Just like it did on the boys when he thought others wouldn’t noticed. focus, focus, focus. 

Fortunately, or unfortunately, it was Soap that interrupted the kneading of Price’s fingers. 

“Don’t be so modest, bonnie!” He was laughing as large arms caught you around the waist, lifting and spinning you slightly. His voice so similar to that one Scottish co-star that had done such filthy things to your lookalike, it made your head spin.  Despite your startled yelp and squirming, his grip didn’t waver, “Couldn’t of done it without our lass in the chair.” 

“ ’nough, Johnny,” Ghost called firmly, leaning against the vending machine that they’d all but cornered you against, “Put ‘er down.” 

Soap’s laugh was still good natured as he set you on your feet again, a little roughly for the heels you had on to match your skirt, you wobbled only for Ghost himself to steady you, giving you another intense look, that you had trouble meeting, “ 'e’s right though. Intel was good.” 

They were all staring at you, varying degrees of smirks, eyes a spectrum of mischief and something that was dizzyingly close to hunger.  Unable to keep still, you were squirming, shifting your weigh from foot to foot, fiddling with the wrapper on the bottle. You found your eyes flitting around settling anywhere but their own gaze, cheeks feeling hot, mind full of vile images that you knew they’d seen and enjoyed- ceiling, the exit sign, Johnny’s tac-vest, the floor, the water bottle in your hands. You gulped, eyebrows raising as you puffed a breath, trying desperately to reign yourself in.

“Glad to be of service.” You smiled tightly, nodding meeting each set of eyes briefly and hoping your foundation masked your blush (it didn’t). Jesus Christ, you couldn’t do this.  You couldn’t tell if you felt turned on or awkward or both, but you needed to go. Preferably before you did something that would cost you your job. Your voice was rushed as you squeezed between Gaz and Price, double timing it to the exit, “Enjoy your leave, boys, you deserve it.” 

As you all but fled the building, you typed out a mass base-wide memo email, language formal as you professionally reminded every soldier, specifically four of them, that any website visited by government devices was subject to internal review. 

You swore you could hear them laughing as the memo went out. But maybe that was just your overactive imagination. 

____

You’d gone home for the evening, and then clocked back in the following morning. Surprised to find all of the 141 was still there, debriefing must have ran long. 

“Morning, love.” It was Kyle that greeted you, pressing a cup of coffee into your hands. He looked tired but happy to see you. Soap was with him, eyes bright and grin wide as he whistled lowly, fingers tugging at the hem of your skirt as you passed his seat. 

“Looking good, bonnie,” He smiled devilishly, rubbing the fabric between his fingers before letting go, “Tired of all the green, black, and beige tac gear. Missed seeing something a little… softer.”  

You somewhat doubted that. He seemed to appreciate military khaki when it hugged Gaz’s ass, and he sure didn’t seem to mind an all black tactical ensemble when it was on Ghost. But the compliment still brought heat up your neck, which you coupled with a sip of the hot coffee Gaz had brought you- fixed perfectly the way you liked it. It elicited a pleased sigh as you swallowed, humming in content. 

“Price wants to see you before we all leave. Brought you some new stuff to work on.” Kyle smiled, watching how your expression softened at the taste of the beverage, clearly proud of himself for drawing out that reaction.   

“A present? For me?” You smiled sarcastically back at the prospect of more work added to you caseload, “It’s like Christmas.” 

“You been good this year?” Kyle grinned back, accompanied by Soap chiming, voice low and chiding, “Nah, she’s definitely been naughty.” 

Both Sergeant’s shared a look as you almost choked on another sip of coffee. 

“I’m leaving now.” You shook your head, turning on your heel away from where they were hanging around the rec room, clearly waiting for Price to dismiss them, “Y’all should shower. Or take a nap.” 

“You want us naked?” Kyle questioned, raising his eyebrows at you, leaning back against the wall, standing so very close to Soap, who was sprawled out in his chair, long legs splayed and spread before him as he waggled his eyebrows. “And in bed?” 

Now that was some imagery. Taking the lord’s name in vain you didn’t dignify that with a response other than a huffed, “Leaving now.” 

____

The good thing about Price and Ghost was they were business first. So if you really focussed you could almost ignore Ghost's thigh pressed against yours as you sat beside him in the dark room, reviewing body cam footage. They pointed out different things to you, things to include as you started your next dark web deep dive. 

You could almost ignore how Price’s fingers grazed and lingered on your palm as he gave you a thumb drive to decrypt and analyze, how he stood close enough to you that you had to look at him through your lashes. 

“Has a self destruct program that Gaz didn’t want t' aggravate. Figured it needed your... soft touch.” Price smiled down at you as you curled your fingers around the thumb drive. You had to try pretty hard to ignore the slight emphasis on soft. Ghost seemed to chuckle lowly at your expression at the captain. 

“What’s on there'll point us in the next direction of our next target.” Ghost nodded to you, his leg shifting so it pressed harder against yours. In the guise of stretching out, he’d draped an arm over the back of your chair, the cotton of his gloves half tickling the sensitive skin on the back of your bicep, where the flesh was soft. 

“So don’t screw it up, got it.” You swallowed thickly, shifting so you couldn’t feel his thumb against your skin- it was making it hard to think about hacking and terrorism and military operations.  He took it as an invitation to spread out more, his fingers grazing the exact spot only seconds later. 

“Precisely,” John laughed lowly, his hand moved to your shoulder, back into that sweet curve that was partly your shoulder and partly your neck, and gave it a lingering squeeze, that kind of made you want to melt, “You won’t screw it up, love.” 

The captain gave his Lieutenant a nod, and Ghost quickly stood, his boot giving the toe of your pretty heels a slight nudge as a goodbye before silently stalking out. Price took a seat across from you, leaning back and his arms cross comfortably over his chest.

“I’m having the boys over at mine tonight. A couple of drinks, I’m gonna grill, put the footie on, celebrate another successful mission to start our leave.” Price listed out their plans casually, noting how you squirmed a bit, uncrossing and recrossing your legs as you tugged at the hem of your skirt before continuing, “We want you to come. Couldn’t have done it without you, so you should celebrate it too.” 

“Oh, uh-“ You started before you could think of a good excuse, “I’ll be really busy… with.. with the flash drive. And stuff.” 

“What stuff?” Price rose a single brow, his stare pinning you still as he reached across the table and took the flash drive back, “This can wait.” 

“Files. Coding. Security checks.” You mumbled the first couple aspects of your job that came to mind, the intensity of his gaze making you want to adjust your collar or shrink in your seat. You figured you’d have a couple more sites to clear off their devices, if they’d been sitting around base all night. Your cheeks heated just at the thought. “I’m a little behind. Been… distracted lately."

“Everything all right, love?” He ‘asked’ with at signature warm smile and amused eyes, he seemed to already know the answer to his question, “You’ve been… skittish, since we got back.” 

Your teeth worried the seam of your lips as you considered the question. Skittish, was one way to put it- fidgety, fleeing rooms, avoiding eye contact, barely speaking as opposed to your usual chatter and banter. Your eyes flitted away from his gaze again, swallowing dryly again- geez when did you get so shy, “ ‘m fine. Absolutely fine. Never been better. How’re you?” 

Cringing at your own rambling, you sighed shoulders drooping as he fixed you with another look, and muttered your name in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. It was a look that expected obedience, as his legs shifted into a natural man spread. Your brain flitted back to the video of your look alike being shoved under a desk… 

Him saying your name again, slightly louder but just as bemused drew you back to him, realizing you were staring at his legs, debating if you could fit between his knees and you almost sputtered as you cleared your throat, “I’m fine, really.” 

“Either lie more convincingly or tell me what’s bothering you, sweet.”  Price chuckled, leaving forward against the table, drumming a knuckle against the table. Sweet, that was new. You’d have to add it to the laundry list of nicknames and pet names the boys had for you. You’d always told yourself that it was nothing personal, that British/Scottish people just did that. But this on wasn’t as easy to write off as ‘love’ or ‘bonnie’, average pet names in the UK colloquial, no sweet seemed personal. 

“I’m not bothered.” You glanced away again, nose wrinkling, even though you were bothered- hot and bothered. John Price had a way of drawing details out of people with just a look and a couple of well prodded words.  With a deep breath, you tried to keep your characteristic rambling to a minimum, a losing battle as he starting stroking at his beard with those long fingers- two parts of him that you’d been thinking about way too much lately-, “Listen, I’m not judging, you’re grown men, watch what you want to, but just a reminder that it’s my job and obligation to review every link and site that government devices visit. Which includes at least skimming videos.  In case you didn’t know or maybe forgot that I can and do see these things, so maybe you could pass that along to the boys-“ 

“You can tell 'em yourself. ’s your job, sweet.” Price said firmly. The girlish part of your brain corrected ‘firmly’ to dominantly. Before his demeanor relaxed again, giving you an amused, appraising look again, “At my place. Tonight. 8 o’clock. Not a request.” Shrinking in your chair a bit, hoping the chair hid the way your thighs involuntarily clenched, you couldn’t help but nod and squeak, “Yes, sir.” 

___

Another part here!

Was supposed to have actually smut in this but I got carried away on the build-up, laugh out loud. Maybe a part three or you can just imagine how the little dinner party goes (hint, she's the meal)

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[firstkanaphans]

Khun Dome's Peaceful Property fic, CH. 2

The director of Peaceful Property wrote a fic as a Christmas present for the fandom. You can read my translation of the first chapter here. And you can find the original Thai version of this chapter here.

2 days ago The night Peach called Home but he didn’t pick up Sat, 21/12 peach93 & Dome Online Psychic

peach93: [phone call to Dome lasting 01:13:06] peach93: Thank you na krap, Uncle Dome Online Psychic: Not a problem ja Dome Online Psychic: I’m always here if you need advice Dome Online Psychic: 💯💯💯 peach93: But Uncle krap peach93: I still have doubts peach93: Why does it have to be on the night of the 24th? Dome Online Psychic: It’s in accordance with Western astrology Dome Online Psychic: It’s just a coincidence that it also happens to be Christmas Eve peach93: But aren’t you a Thai psychic krap? Dome Online Psychic: Do you believe me or not? peach93: Fine fine. I believe you krap. Dome Online Psychic: Just do exactly as your uncle tells you Dome Online Psychic: And it’ll fix your bad luck Dome Online Psychic: Your life will be free from aging, illness, and disease Dome Online Psychic: So you can love each other for a very long time peach93: We’re just friends krap Dome Online Psychic: [picture of a very surprised Peach] [Translator’s note: It’s Tay Tawan] peach93: Wait a minute na krap. How did you get my picture? Dome Online Psychic: I am a psychic Dome Online Psychic: Seeing the future ❌ Seeing two male friends act suspiciously ✅ Dome Online Psychic: May it be so. Like TayNew 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 peach93: Uncle!

Today Tue, 21/12 14:14 Vimarnsukman Ghost-Hunting Co.

pangx2🍞: [Screenshot of the thumbnail for an episode of “Ghost Talk Radio: The Haunting Wave of the New Generation.” The episode is titled “The Demon of Wat Pho Kla has been defeated” and the host’s name is Khun Polka.] [Translator's note: Wat Pho Kla is the temple Peach was visiting in the previous chapter. And also Khun Polka appears to be GMMTV manager P’Jack.] pangx2🍞: Isn’t this the ghost the villagers asked for your help with, Hia? peach93: Yes pangx2🍞: Oh! You did the job by yourself without saying anything? pangx2🍞: I missed out on filming the ghost-busting content peach93: Ha ha  go HOME!: [gif of Michael Scott from “The Office” saying “OH, WOW!”] Lawyer Kan: May I say something na ka Lawyer Kan: I have told the customers at the restaurant that we will be closing early tonight ka Lawyer Kan: For your Secret Santa activity, Khun Home peach93: Thank you so much, Kan! go HOME!: [gif of an animated penguin coming out of its shell saying “I LOVE YOU! ❤️”] Lawyer Kan: I will pretend not to see your message, Khun Home na ka go HOME!: 💔💔💔

pangx2🍞, Lawyer Kan, & Suradech Ketmuangrong

pangx2🍞: Did you see, Mae!!! Lawyer Kan: See what ka? pangx2🍞: [screenshot of the above text conversation where Peach admits to ghost-busting solo] Lawyer Kan: I can read it in the group just fine by myself na ka pangx2🍞: In my whole life, I’ve never caught Hia in a lie. Not even once pangx2🍞: This is the very first time! Lawyer Kan: What are you talking about na ka? pangx2🍞: I’ve already looked into everything pangx2🍞: Hia was the one who went to exorcise the ghost for the villagers that night pangx2🍞: But it seems Hia pangx2🍞: Oops. Sent it too soon ha ha pangx2🍞: It seems P’Home was there too pangx2🍞: They’re such good actors  pangx2🍞: Secretly going to exorcise ghosts together just the two of them! pangx2🍞: It’s very suspisious ka pangx2🍞: Isn’t that right, P’Suradech? Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krap Lawyer Kan: You spelled “suspicious” wrong ka Lawyer Kan: Why don’t you just ask them directly ka? Lawyer Kan: Since you’ve already figured everything out Lawyer Kan: As it is now, you’re hiding the truth just like them ka pangx2🍞: Whose side are you on, Maeeeee!!!! Lawyer Kan: I’m just saying that everything you’ve accused them of Lawyer Kan: Cannot be used as evidence in court ka Lawyer Kan: Legally… pangx2🍞: 😪😪😪 pangx2🍞: Wake me up when you’re done typing Lawyer Kan: You have to find more concrete evidence ka pangx2🍞: [picture of Peach and Home asleep in bed together] pangx2🍞: This isn’t evidence enough ka?! Lawyer Kan: Stop using the same old evidence ka pangx2🍞: Then what do you want me to do, Mae? pangx2🍞: In just a few hours, it will be time for Secret Santa pangx2🍞: I will expose them during the game! pangx2🍞: I will expose them during the gameee!!! pangx2🍞: I will expose them during the gameeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!! Lawyer Kan: Then you will need a witness ka

Lawyer Kan invites Dome Online Psychic to chat

Dome Online Psychic: Hello, Khun Lawyer Kan. This is the new Line account of Uncle Dome Online Psychic since the old Line account I used for a very long time has disappeared. You can contact the team here na krap. Thank you krap 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 Lawyer Kan: @ Dome Online Psychic I would like to speak directly with Uncle Dome ka. I do not want to speak with the automated message response system ka. 

Dome Online Psychic joined to chat

Dome Online Psychic: What’s up ja, Nong Noo Kan? Lawyer Kan: Allow me to get right to the point na ka, Khun Uncle Dome Dome Online Psychic: Do you want a group reading? Dome Online Psychic: That will be more expensive na

Suradech Ketmuangrong left chat

pangx2🍞: Oh! P’Suradech!!! pangx2🍞: Wait! I will pay for you!!! Dome Online Psychic: What do you want to know, Nong Noo Kan? Dome Online Psychic: I see your soulmate is in this group too na Lawyer Kan: I don’t want to talk about that ka! pangx2🍞: [gif of a cartoon rabbit saying “EH, I’M CONFUZZLED…”]

pangx2🍞invites Suradech Ketmuangrong to chat

Dome Online Psychic: Oh! Then what do you want to talk about ja? Lawyer Kan: [picture of Peach and Home asleep in bed together] Dome Online Psychic: Didn’t you say not to use the same old evidence ja? Lawyer Kan: My friend is curious ka Lawyer Kan: Whether these two are dating ka Pangx2🍞: Not just me ka Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krap Dome Online Psychic: Hmm Dome Online Psychic: Where should I start? Lawyer Kan: You can just jump straight to the answer ka Dome Online Psychic: Well it’s like this…

15:13 peach93 & go HOME!

go HOME!: [picture of Home posing for the camera wearing a designer backpack] peach93: What do you want? go HOME!: I just thought you might like to see it peach93: You did not  peach93: Are you going to ask if you should post it? go HOME!: Should I post it?  peach93: Learn to think for yourself sometimes  go HOME!: [gif of Adam Sandler giving the camera a thumbs down, captioned “LAME”] go HOME!: [screenshot of the above picture now posted to Instagram with the caption “Once upon a time.” The picture has 1.3K likes and was posted 1 minute ago.] peach93: I bet if you post it, you will get a thousand likes immediately na go HOME!: I already posted it peach93: I was being sarcastic go HOME!: oh go HOME!: what’s your problem? go HOME!: if you didn’t want me to post it you could have just said so peach93: Would it have stopped you? go HOME!: fine go HOME!: i’ll delete it peach93: Why? peach93: It’s already out there peach93: People are reposting it on Twitter go HOME!: dude go HOME!: it’s called X now you know? peach93: Not funny go HOME!: so what do you want me to do? peach93: Forget it go HOME!: [gif of blinking man] go HOME!: i’m sorry na go HOME!: but when you post a picture go HOME!: you tag everyone go HOME!: except me peach93: I tag you go HOME!: hidden tags are not tags peach93: You’re talking nonsense peach93: You need to learn to think peach93: Why might I hide the tag? ​​go HOME!: i don’t like to think! go HOME!: if there’s something you want to say just say it peach93: 😩 go HOME!: fine ​​go HOME!: i’m dumb ​​go HOME!: i have no idea what you’re talking about ​​go HOME!: i never do​​ ​​go HOME!: that’s why i always have to ask you directly  peach93: For me, you are more special than anyone else peach93: Do you understand now? go HOME!: more special than anyone else go HOME!: are you making fun of me? peach93: Ughhhhhhhhhhhh go HOME!: then what do you want? peach93: 😩😩😩 ​​go HOME!: tell me!!!! peach93: Go tag me in that picture ​​go HOME!: tag you? ​​go HOME!: what for??? peach93: Are you going to tag me or not? ​​go HOME!: fine fine fine ​​go HOME!: [Screenshot of the same Instagram post with “peach93” now tagged right in the middle. The picture was posted 4 minutes ago and now has 2.7K likes.] go HOME!: happy now? peach93: I’m going to call you. Answer the phone peach93: [phone call with Home lasting 00:04:13] peach93: 🙂 ​​go HOME!: [gif of a confused man captioned “THAT’S IT?”] go HOME!: next time you have something to say, just say it directly  peach93: You still don’t understand go HOME!: 😿😿😿 ​​go HOME!: be patient with me ​​go HOME!: okay? peach93: Fine go HOME!: [Screenshot from Home’s Instagram of a picture of him shirtless sitting on the side of the pool. It has 13K likes and was posted 3 months ago.] peach93: Don’t post that one! ​​go HOME!: It was posted a long time ago!!!

16:17 pangx2🍞, Lawyer Kan, Suradech Ketmuangrong, & Dome Online Psychic

Dome Online Psychic: [phone call lasting 01:04:13] pangx2🍞: Oh my godddddddddd Lawyer Kan: Thank you for the information na ka, Uncle Dome Dome Online Psychic: Keep an open mind, kids! pangx2🍞: So do we have to pretend like we don’t know ka? Dome Online Psychic: I can’t give you much advice Dome Online Psychic: action = reaction Dome Online Psychic: Bad luck can only be stopped by not dwelling on it Lawyer Kan: But you’re sure your predictions are correct ka? Dome Online Psychic: My predictions are only estimates Lawyer Kan: I’m starting to doubt everything you’ve told us ka Dome Online Psychic: If there’s nothing else, I will be leaving now na ja

Dome Online Psychic left chat

pangx2🍞: Mae pangx2🍞: i think he overcharged you Lawyer Kan: Yes ka Lawyer Kan: This is clearly a scam. He is a fraud. Lawyer Kan: Where did he go? pangx2🍞: We should take everything he said with a grain of salt, Mae pangx2🍞: But at least we have more evidence now pangx2🍞: [gif of mischievous racoon rubbing his hands together captioned “Hehehehe….”] Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup

7 hours later 23:57 Vimarnsukman Ghost-Hunting Co.

pangx2🍞: [A collection of 4 pictures from the Secret Santa event.] [Translator’s note: They’re BTS pictures from the filming of Peaceful Property. Dome’s in one of them.] go HOME!: [gif of a tired baby raising his arms captioned “YAY”] pangx2🍞: So funnnnnnn pangx2🍞: except no one had time to dress according to the theme pangx2🍞: let’s do it again next year p’homeeeee 💖💖💖 go HOME!: sure thing girl! Lawyer Kan: I just got home na ka Lawyer Kan: Today was fun ka. Thank you na ka peach93: Are you sure it was fun? peach93: Ai’Home ate the cake all by himself and didn’t share with anyone pangx2🍞: 555555555555 go HOME!: [gif of man looking around as if to say “Me?”] go HOME!: who ate the cake and didn’t share it with anyone? pangx2🍞: 👀👀👀 Lawyer Kan: You’re a growing boy ka. I understand ka. Lawyer Kan: Merry Christmas, everyone ka pangx2🍞: merry christmas jaaaaaa peach93: 🥳 🥳 🥳 go HOME!: [gif of dancing Santa Claus captioned “MERRY CHRISTMAS”]

pangx2🍞, Lawyer Kan, & Suradech Ketmuangrong pangx2🍞: Mae!!! Lawyer Kan: What is it now ka? pangx2🍞: Did you see the way they were looking at each other? pangx2🍞: I only have one word: loveeeeeeeeeee Lawyer Kan: Khun Pang ka Lawyer Kan: Stop rambling ka Lawyer Kan: I think they were acting normal  Lawyer Kan: It’s normal for boys to flirt with each other Lawyer Kan: And argue like a married couple Lawyer Kan: And stare into each other’s eyes Lawyer Kan: It’s normal ka pangx2🍞: Normal pangx2🍞: When is that normal? pangx2🍞: since p’home came into my brother’s life  pangx2🍞: he smiles more often pangx2🍞: #crying 😭😭😭 Lawyer Kan: Just let them be themselves ka pangx2🍞: but i think they really like each other  pangx2🍞: it’s just that neither of them will make the first move pangx2🍞: right, p’suradech? Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup pangx2🍞: you’re no fun pangx2🍞: i’m going to chat with my other friends Lawyer Kan: Congratulations on having more than four friends na ka

3 hours later Wed, 25/12 03:13 Vimarnsukman Ghost-Hunting Co.

Suradech Ketmuangrong: Everyone krap Suradech Ketmuangrong: Khun Noo has something he would like to tell everyone krap Suradech Ketmuangrong: Only he doesn’t want to disturb everyone’s sleep  Suradech Ketmuangrong: So I am typing this message for you to read later per his orders krap Suradech Ketmuangrong: [picture of Home in a hospital bed] Suradech Ketmuangrong: Khun Noo is very sick Suradech Ketmuangrong: He had been admitted to the hospital krap

To be continued

Chapter 3

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Keep Moving Forwards: Part 3

Azriel x Reader Fic

Summary: After finally deciding to leave your abusive and manipulative mate for good, you find unexpected companionship with Azriel, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. As you navigate the aftermath of your traumatic relationship, you struggle to understand where the mating bond went wrong and contemplate your path forward, vowing never to return to the past.

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Content Warning: This story contains depictions of extreme emotional manipulation and abuse, detailed descriptions of direct physical abuse, and scenes of men hunting women with implied sexual assault. Please read at your own risk.

Word Count: 3K

Author's Note: This is the second part of what I anticipate will be a multi-part series. Unlike my previous works, this fanfiction delves deeper than just fluff, exploring complex emotional landscapes. As I navigate this new writing journey, I kindly ask for gentle feedback. The topics addressed are profoundly impactful, touching many lives with diverse experiences. Please be gentle with yourselves and others. Healing is a journey, and everyone processes it differently. Be kind to yourself. Take what resonates, and leave what doesn’t.

Please continue reading, being aware of the above content warnings, ensuring you are in a healthy headspace. Give yourself time to process and be gentle with yourself.

You continued to cling to the trunk of the tree long after the two males below had brought their fire to a roaring inferno. They finished off the food you had packed, and you looked down at the two small specks on the ground below. Stupid, you thought. You shouldn’t have stayed in the woods; you should have kept going. Finally, you let your hands move from the trunk to the branch. The ache in your arms from holding yourself up made your joints stiff as you shimmied into a sitting position, your back pressed against the trunk. Your movement made the males below perk up their ears, their heads turning to you in anticipation until they heard you settle and went back to their chattering.

“Where will you go?” Darian asked, throwing the chicken bone he had sucked clean over his shoulder into the woods. The logs in the fire cracked and snapped.

The leader shook his head, his knee pulled to his chest as the other extended in front of him, sitting on your blanket. “I don’t know. They haven’t told me yet.”

“You’ve gotta be excited, though?”

He raised an eyebrow towards his companion, who took one of his knives out of the holster and began swiping it under his fingernails, no longer looking at him. “Why would I be excited?”

Darian brought his thumbnail to his mouth, taking it between his teeth and pulling a loose piece from it before spitting it onto the ground. His eyes narrowed at the piece he couldn’t quite grab as he pulled his hand back to his mouth. “Restationing,” he said finally, spitting another piece onto the ground. “Getting out of this hellhole.”

“It’s not that bad,” the leader responded, his eyes locked on Darian, who finally put the knife back in the holster and flicked his eyes back to the male across the fire.

“Not bad?” He chuckled lightly. “It’s disgusting. There’s piss and shit everywhere. I think they actually ship the boots in covered in mud, and have you ever gone a full night in one of the tents without waking up damp and sore?”

“It’s a training camp, Darian, not exactly glamorous. Besides, they’re all the same, whether you’re in Illyria or not.”

Darian shrugged, leaning back, his forearms propping him up. “At least it’s a change.”

The leader shrugged, letting the leg he had propped up fall to the blanket. He looked up towards where you sat in the tree, peering down. “You’re sure it’s a female?” he asked.

Darian glanced upwards, “It’s either a female or a male with a round ass.” He chuckled to himself. “A really nice ass.”

The leader, still looking up towards you, chuckled. “I think it’s been a while since you’ve been around a female, Darian.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

The leader shook his head, chuckling to himself. “Your hunger is showing.”

Darian turned his palms up, mouth slightly slackening open. “What? I haven’t had a good fuck in a while.”

“What about that washer girl?”

Darian scoffed. “I wouldn’t say that was a good fuck.”

“Still, got your cock wet.”

Darian scoffed, “Warm at best.” He shook his head. “The same pussy gets old. You need something fresh and new.”

“How many times did you fuck her?”

Darian smiled to himself. “How many times did you?”

The leader chuckled under his breath. “A few.”

Darian flashed his catlike, venom-filled smile to the male across from him. “Then I would say a few as well. Most of us fucked her a few times.” His fingers quoted around the word "few." “Not like there’s a ton of options.”

Darian leaned back fully, clasping his hands behind his head as he rested it against them, staring up at the sky. “There’s a perk to restationing. Finally getting some new females to fuck.”

“You could outsource, Darian,” the leader offered. Darian raised an eyebrow and looked up at the other male. “You could start fucking males.”

A disgusted look crossed Darian’s face. “Even if I wanted to, you couldn’t pay me to fuck one of those soldiers. Most of them haven’t bathed in weeks, and they probably have fucked up dicks or some sort of disease from fucking a hole in the ground.”

The leader laughed. “I don’t know, if you’re that desperate, a hole is a hole.”

“Yeah, well,” Darian said, resting his head back, “I prefer to keep my hole and my cock clean.”

“Not sure that washer girl would agree.”

“Fuck off,” Darian chided him.

The leader looked back up to the tree. “I’ll take the first watch,” he finally said.

“Fine by me,” Darian said, readjusting himself on his hand as he brought one arm over his eyes to block out the firelight.

High above, the chill of the night hit you deep in your bones as you envied the fire below. Your teeth chattered, and it felt as though the very bones in your body were vibrating, trying to get the cold out of them. Your fingers clenched the branch, your joints aching so acutely you thought they had frozen in place as your nose ran from the cold. You sniffled, looking towards the moonlight, which seemed to be a pale blue color, and you prayed to the Mother for any help she could offer.

Exhaustion returned to your eyes as you shivered, your eyelids slowly closing. You fought it off, shaking yourself back awake, your body shifting on the tree branch as you momentarily caught your balance and gripped the branch again. As you continued to fight the heaviness of your eyelids, you heard a familiar voice echoing in your head.

“Cold, baby?” it whispered.

You scrunched your eyes, trying to bring the wall of the bond back down. But it was as though the wall had cracks, and that voice trickled its way into your mind.

“Come home,” he urged. “It’s warm. There’s a fire. I made warm roasted cinnamon apples and rabbit.”

You caught yourself licking your lips, almost able to taste the cinnamon and the oily, delicious rabbit. You shook your head, trying to push him out.

“You’ve had your fun, my love. Just show me where you are. I’ll come get you.” For a second, in a moment of weakness, you considered it. How he would arrive before morning, finding these men camped at the base of your tree, waiting for you to falter. How he would beat them, throwing them to the ground, or speak to them, claiming you as his, and with just those few words, they might back down. Then you came to your senses.

“No,” you sent back.

“It’s good to hear your voice, baby. Even if it’s being stupid,” he whispered back, his voice biting on the words.

You managed to slam the bond shut, pushing him out of your mind until it was quiet again.

The sun finally faded fully as the last bits of purples turned into blues. The two males below you continued their foul, idle chatter about this and that. But you decided not to care anymore as you considered your options.

It was clear they were too regimented to fall asleep, and after listening to them for the last hour, you knew that returning to the ground would be met with some form of assault. Reasoning with them seemed foolish. So you sat, perched on the branch, praying silently for a miracle. Every shift you made had their heads swiveling towards you, their ears primed to your movements. There would be no sneaking away. Perhaps it would be better to plummet to the earth.

Across the horizon, you saw faint flashes of light, an armada of clouds slowly grumbling its way through the line of mountains. Great, you thought. Nothing like being stuck in a giant tree in a rainstorm. The two males below seemed to realize the incoming onslaught as well.

“Fuck,” the leader huffed as Darian pulled his arms back from his face, sitting up.

Darian looked to the sky, now lit up by a crack of thunder. He turned to the leader. “What do you want to do?”

The leader paused, weighing the options of staying and hoping you’d descend in the storm or leaving for the reprieve of dry shelter. “Theron’s already told them we’re waiting it out,” he finally said. “So we wait it out.”

The smaller male seemed unhappy with that answer as he gazed up again at the clouds slowly inching across their sightline. “This ass might be more trouble than it’s worth.”

“It’s not just about that,” the leader responded, prodding the fire again.

The two were silent as you watched the gargantuan clouds slide into the meadow and towards you. High as you were in the tree, you could see every thunderous cloud ignited by the lightning and felt the crack of it deep in your bones. And then the rain started, a bone-chilling downpour that ran down your skin, freezing over the joints already hardened by the tree. As night deepened and your hold on the branch became more slippery, you noticed the slow sway of the trees as the wind picked up, howling in your ears and biting at your exposed skin. You clenched your eyes shut as the rain continued its onslaught, the weight of your body shifting as the trees ached under the wind’s push.

You couldn’t even open your eyes to look down at what the two predators below were doing, although you couldn’t imagine that in weather like this, the forest floor was much better off. Another bolt of lightning illuminated the sky, and you began to count: one, two, three, four, CRASH. Four miles away, and still making its way towards you. Your hair whipped into your face as you finally opened your eyes, your fingers clenched tightly around the branch for dear life. When you managed a glance down, the soldiers had pulled your blanket over their heads, no longer looking up, trying to shield themselves from the downpour. More lightning, one, two, three, four, CRACK.

With the incredible tremor of the crack echoing above you, you momentarily lost your grip. Your boot slipped from under you, and your body lurched to the side. “Fuck,” you gasped, reaching out to steady yourself on the trunk. You righted yourself quickly, shooting a glance back down at the males below. They hadn’t looked up. Perhaps the wind or the rain had finally muffled your movements. You caught your breath as another bolt shot across the sky, the thunder tailing it with three counts. The storm was getting closer, the wind and rain growing more intense.

As the trees bowed, you could almost reach out and grab the adjacent tree’s branches. Slowly, a plan that seemed more stupid than daring formed within you. You would have to jump the trees, time it with the wind and the thunder to not draw attention, and then make your escape—all while the downpour continued. You peered down again; the males below were still unmoving, unaware of the idiotic feat you were about to attempt. Another crack, and you counted: one, two. The next thunderous bellow would only be one second after the lightning. You’d spent many nights, pressed under your mate while the world raged around you, counting the seconds between the lightning and thunder as you tried to crawl out of your own skin. You knew the storms now, and you knew how they were timed.

You pulled your legs up beneath you to a crouch, gripping the trunk of the tree as you focused on the outline of the adjacent one next to you, now slowly bowing in your direction. A flash of light. Your legs left the tree. The thunder cracked in your ears. Your body slammed into the neighboring tree, the impact forcing the air from your lungs. You let out a breathless, airy screech, hands grabbing blindly for any branches as your body slid slightly down the trunk. When you finally stopped yourself, you had dropped about three feet, hanging from a branch. You wrapped your legs around the trunk, pulling yourself onto the rather small perch of your new tree. Your heart pounded in your ears. Stupid. That was a gloriously stupid idea. When you finally felt stable, you looked down to see the two males still huddled together. It had worked—they hadn’t seen your leap or heard the slap of your wet clothes as your body slammed from one place to another.

You gulped down the anticipation and excitement, readying yourself for the next bolt of lightning, before throwing yourself into the next tree. Another smack of your body and frenzied scramble for a branch to hold, and you were one tree farther from the males below. But as the thunder and lightning continued to crack, the wind began dying down. By the time you had made your way five trees away, you were no longer reaching out for a tree but using your feet to push against the trunk to launch yourself forward. The rain was letting up, and now, with their fire extinguished, you could barely see the two soldiers. Your time was running out. You paused, listening for movement from below, but heard nothing. It was still quiet, even as the rain began to let up. You took a second to catch your breath, heaving heavy breaths. Your lungs felt raw from the cold, and you suspected your clothes now had many more tears than when you had first started. Each jump had brought you farther down the tree’s length, and you had now dropped a good fifteen feet closer to the earth.

As you prepared for your next leap, you realized that in the darkness you had miscalculated the distance. Your fingers barely scraped the needles of the tree as you began to plummet toward the ground. Your hands, frenzied in the dark, reached for anything but felt nothing but cold rain and wind. You let out a scream as your body slammed into a lower branch, your back arching around it before you flipped over, sliding onto another branch that struck the side of your face. It felt like you were falling forever, your hands still trying to save you, until you finally hit the ground, slamming into the muddy forest floor. Heart in your throat, struggling to breathe, you suddenly heard rustling.

“What the fuck was that?” Darian said.

You tried to steady your wheezing breath, pulling yourself up from the ground to check if anything was broken. A sharp pain emanated from your ribs, and you hissed as you lifted yourself. Cracked, if not broken. An animal noise of pain slipped out from between your lips as you heard, “She’s not up there.”

“Did she fall?” the leader asked.

You wheezed again, grateful for the continued patter of the rain, which was lessening by the second. You had to move. You had to run.

“I don’t see her,” Darian called back. He must have scaled the tree.

You gripped your ribcage as it burned and screamed at you, pulling yourself to your feet and steadying yourself against the tree. You should have broken your neck from that fall, but hitting the branches may have actually saved you.

You started moving, each step sending a lip-curling spike of pain up your back. More than just your ribs were hurt, but you couldn’t pinpoint the pain; in truth, everything hurt.

“She didn’t fucking disappear,” you heard the leader call back.

You made your way forward, a slow gait, thanking the Mother that the rain meant the males couldn’t make a fire. You let out a few broken breaths, stifling a cough as you wandered deeper into the forest, not even bothering to brush the hair from your eyes.

“Start looking, she’s here somewhere,” the leader ordered. With that, your pace quickened. Trying to run, your feet felt as if they were full of lead. You heard crashing from behind you but didn’t dare to turn around, fearing that taking your eyes off the ground for even a second would have you tripping over a vine or root. So you pressed forward, hearing the males behind you arguing as they slowly gained on you. They must have struggled to see in the rain as well, even as the lightning sporadically lit the sky.

Without being able to stop it, your body forced out a cough, leaving an iron taste in your mouth. You coughed again, doubling over slightly as you spat what you were sure was pure red onto the ground.

“I heard her!” Darian called as he began to run behind you.

You coughed again, trying to straighten, taking a few steps forward and nearly falling on your face. When you finally caught your breath, hand still clinging to your side, you began to run. You weren’t sure how, but your feet hit the wet ground with slaps as you struggled to breathe at all. At this point, you might have stopped breathing altogether.

You heard crashing behind you, sure that the two battle-trained males could and would outrun you, catching up at some point. But you pushed forward regardless, trying to hold back the coughs that wracked your body.

“Keep going!” you heard one of them call out. “I can see her!”

This was it. This was the end. They were going to catch you and kill you. It was happening.

“Stop!” you heard Darian call. “Stop!” he yelled again. Before you knew what was happening, you felt the world fall out from under you as you plummeted down into a ravine, the world spinning around you.

You felt your already battered body slam into icy water, the cold feeling as though you had been stabbed by swords. Your mouth opened, filling as your lungs pulled in water. You swung your hands wildly upwards as you realized you were submerged, swimming to the surface, unsure when you finally managed to breathe as the rain continued to pound down on you. A river. A fast-moving river, and you were being dragged down it.

Then, without warning, you felt a sharp pain to your head, and everything went black.

Thank you again for all the support! Special thanks to those who asked to be tagged in the fic going forwards, I can't express how grateful I am that you all took the time to read my writing, and enjoyed it :) @thatacotargirl @mcuamerica , @lilah-asteria , @florabelll , @fightmedraco @marvelbros-oneshots @mariahoedt @quinzzelx

Also, I am out of town this weekend so may not be able to post the next update till Monday but I promise it is coming!

[taylor-titmouse]

Lucky Little Lunatics, R/L Monroe @petitemortality's latest erotica release, is out! Another one for the sapphics, particularly the monsterfucker sapphics. If you're into Chimera Falin, or any sort of TF, you'll be into this one! You can check out a three page sample and a full list of its contents over on the shop page.

but this is the post where i talk about the process of designing the cover. i had a lot of fun with this one (i mean, i ALWAYS do, but this one had the most ideas generated)

so let's talk about THUMBNAILS!

like i said: there were a lot! these were the notes i was given:

"moon imagery important

monster girl is a chimera incorporating wolf / stag / owl parts, big monster jaws and sharp teeth are important but otherwise the actual form she takes is open to exploration. she is Large, regardless

it's not an outright vore book but there's definitely a fairy tale style threat of gobble you up

I can give you direction on the three witches she's hunting if you want or need it, but as usual I'm not expecting anything super figurative so it's probably not That important"

so my big takeaways are: moon, obviously. A Monster, fairy tale vibe, and the three witches. already we're cooking with iconography, and the style so far with the covers has been largely silhouette. so obviously we have to do something with a big prominent moon, and obviously the title is going to go there. like that's a no brainer. if you need to have a big prominent circle, you put the title there.

i presented the first six to lee and he liked 2, 5, and 6 the most. we moved forward with 6 because the others were ultimately a little Too storybook, and it is after all a book about turning into a monster and chasing down some women you've been hanging out with, for the purpose of fucking them. taking his feedback about making the monster less specified and more oppressive, we ended up with the 8th thumbnail, which ended up being the final!

and then we went through some color variations. i work pretty much Exclusively with gradient maps these days, which make it really easy to iterate on a palette with very little additional work. lee chose the bottom left, so that's what i moved forward with!

FONTS

we tend to go through a lot when picking these. my first pass was based on the fantasy fairy tale vibe i was still operating under, which we ultimately dismissed. lee wanted something Like the first, simple, font, so i tried a bit more. the crit there was that they ended up looking too much like a bestseller, when what we wanted was something a little less top shelf and more pulpy. we ended up using the top right option, which coincidentally is the font i use for the cover of You're A Mage on Monsterfuck Mountain. apparently that font is just for monsterfuckers

and that's more or less it! there wasn't a whole lot of process between thumbnails and thumbs, just plan and execution. i think my favorite part of the cover is the little witches holding hands and running away. they charm me.

anyway you should go read the book! it's very good. it has big monster tongue stuff AND tail stuff. truly a monsterfucker's paradise

get a copy today!

[livingdeadblondequeen]

Heated Push

This is the first of a two-part with Daryl/Reader in an ABO universe. Set between S3 & 4; Smut

Chapped lips pressing firmly against yours

Hard muscle smashed against your soft breasts

Warm callused hands running up your inner thighs, spreading them apart

Y/N bolted awake, panting and taking in her surroundings. She was alone in her cell at the prison. It was a dream, yet so much more than a dream. Her body felt hot, her skin sensitive against the bedding, and she was throbbing between her legs. It had been a while since it had happened, but Y/N knew what this meant. “Fuck.”

Throwing off the sheets that were twisted around her body, Y/N swung her legs to the edge of her bunk and got up, throwing on some loose clothes as she did before poking her head around the sheet she used as a door. Typically, she would have just bolted through the opening into the public area but with the pheromones she knew she was putting out, it wasn’t the best idea if she didn’t want a bunch of alphas pouncing on her. No, there was only one alpha that she wanted in particular at the moment or at any time.

Spotting Maggie not far away with Beth and her father, Y/N frantically waved the brunette over. Confusion masked her face until she was within a couple of feet of Y/N and picked up her scent. “Whoa.”

“Tell me about it.” Y/N huffed as she pulled the other woman into her cell for privacy. “I woke up like this.”

“No warning?”

“None,” She replied. Y/N hadn’t had a heat since a month before the world went to hell and the dead rose thanks to the suppressants they had found then the malnutrition from the rough winter they had after the farm fell. Now it seemed her first one after a couple of months of safety and eating well, her cycle had returned with a vengeance. Thankfully, she hadn’t woken up in a full-blown heat, but she wasn’t too far off either. “I need your help.”

Maggie’s eyes widened. “My help?”

“Not like that!” Y/N exclaimed. “You’re beautiful and sexy but…”

“I’m with Glen and I’m not the alpha we both know you want,” Maggie said with a devious smile. “Speaking of Daryl, do you want me to get him?”

“He’s on a run. But I need you to get Carol and help me to one of the heat cells.” Y/N answered as she chewed on her lip, trying not to let the small moan that suddenly bubbled up in her throat as her core clenched at the mention of the Alpha that the omega inside her desperately wanted. 

Her relationship with the bowman was complicated. They had met in the beginning when the Dixon brothers had joined the group in the quarry. Both alphas, especially Merle with all of his crude talk, had been a bit rough and scary at first. Yet they settled into the camp and started helping the group by hunting for food. 

Y/N had felt herself drawn to Daryl, her eyes following him when he wasn’t looking and a few times when she wasn’t watching him, she’d look up and catch him looking at her. Yet he hardly ever approached her, if she wanted to talk to him, Y/N was the one who would have to engage. The first time she did, she picked up his scent; a mixture of the woods, grease, with a hint of smoke. She had a feeling that the last part was due to his cigarette habit, but she didn’t care, the omega in her wanted to roll around in the scent of him. Thankfully Y/N was still on suppressants at the time or she might have done just that though it didn’t keep her from seeking him out.

After Merle disappeared and the camp fell which led them to head to the CDC, Y/N was trying to figure out who she was going to ride with when Daryl came up behind her. He let her know that there was an empty spot in his truck if she wanted to take it. He chewed on his thumbnail as he waited for her answer, and for a moment it was hard for her to remember she once thought he was an intimidating alpha. She nodded quickly before yelling over her shoulder to the others that she would be riding with Daryl. 

It was during that trip that Y/N realized how touch-starved Daryl was. Right after they had said their goodbyes to Jim, she had told Daryl that she was sorry about his brother, reaching out to squeeze the hand not on the steering wheel and saw him jump at the contact. As long as it wasn’t wanted, Alphas and omegas appreciated casual touches, but Daryl’s reaction told her that he wasn’t used to them. As they continued to drive, Y/N ran over the time she’d been around Daryl in her mind. She couldn’t remember one time where someone touched Daryl or he touched them in a kind way. She had seen Merle punch him in his arm or shove him on occasion, and then later there was the fight between Daryl, Shane, and Rick. Those instances coupled with the scars she had seen peeking out of Daryl’s shirt told her a lot, no wonder he had so much anger. 

After that, Y/N made sure that she did what she could to help Daryl. She would sit as close as she could when they would eat meals first at the CDC, then at the farm, brushing her leg or arm against his as they ate. She also offered small touches, not too much to help soothe him as they would sit and talk at the end of the day, him telling her about the search for Sophia and later at his bedside after he had been hurt. When they found out the little girl had been in the barn the whole time, Y/N had given him a hug, only to have him shove her off of him and stomping away.  

Y/N had gotten separated from the group when the herd came through the farm, but thankfully she was able to stumble her way to the highway and found herself engulfed in Daryl’s arms when the group spotted her. He mumbled an apology into her hair as he held her, saying he thought they had lost her. 

After that, when they were on the road, the two of them were always together unless Daryl was hunting, though things remained platonic between them, even with them sleeping next to each other at night. It wasn’t until he had returned after leaving with Merle that he finally admitted that he wanted her as more; he wanted her to be his. They had been ‘together’ ever since but had not had sex nor were they bonded yet. First the Governor, then building the community within the prison had taken precedence. Y/N wished he were there now though because with her heat she knew that both of those things would be happening. 

Maggie nodded in understanding before she disappeared back out of the cell. Knowing she had gone to look for Carol, Y/N grabbed a few things she would need for her heat. Her pillows, her few blankets, her water bottle, and a shirt she had hidden away, not much for an ideal nest but better than a bare floor or bunk.

“Y/N?” Carol called to her from outside her cell door.

Y/N shoved the privacy curtain to the side, coming face to face with the older Omega and she saw sympathy in her eyes. Carol wrapped her arm around Y/N’s shoulders, directing her out of the cell block. “Oh sweetheart, let’s get you out of here and away from everyone.”

Y/N nodded as she let Carol and Maggie lead her out of Cell Block C and to the Administration building. One of the things the group had done when making the Prison their home was to turn the old intake cells in the Administration building into makeshift nests for the few omegas when needed. It allowed for the omegas and their Alphas or, like Y/N, a single omega, to have some privacy during their heats, safely away from the others.

After getting her settled, Carol hugged Y/N one last time. “Is there anything else you need?”

“Daryl,” Y/N replied. Carol’s brows shot up in surprise, but Y/N quickly continued. “He is on that run for a few days, can you tell him what is going on when he gets back? I don’t want him to worry.”

“He’ll do that no matter what when he doesn’t see you, but I will make sure to head him off as soon as he returns.”

“Thanks,” Y/N said before Carol moved to shut and lock the door, leaving the younger omega to her heat.

*Next Day*

Pulling his bike up alongside the car Glen and Rick took on their run, Daryl killed the engine. Those who were nearby and had seen them return all came over to see how it went. They had been lucky, not only did they find a large haul, but they had found it quickly which allowed them to return to the prison earlier than planned. 

Daryl noticed Zack, the kid who had been on gate duty, approached him. “Hey man, Carol left a message for you. Said to come to find her when you got back.”

“She say why?” Daryl asked, wondering if something was wrong. 

“Nope, just find her as soon as you come back,” Zack stated with a shrug of his shoulders. “I don’t think it was anything bad.”

“But sounds important if Carol left word,” Rick commented. “We’ve got this. Go find Carol.”

Daryl nodded in thanks to the man before grabbing his bag and heading to find his friend, hoping it would be quick. While checking in with Carol was something he did usually when he came back from a run, there was someone else he wanted to see first, Y/N. Returning early meant he would be able to see her sooner, something Daryl was happy about. Three days away from his little omega had been plenty. Technically, she wasn’t his, she didn’t bear his mark, hell they hadn’t even had sex, but he had been courting her with the desire to make her his. He had known he wanted her from the first moment he saw her at the quarry. He just wasn’t sure it was mutual. 

Not only was he craving her sweet scent and touch, but Daryl had also found a little surprise for her on the run and couldn’t wait to give it to her. After not seeing Carol anywhere around the outdoor kitchen, Daryl decided to check cell block C. It was most likely that both Carol and Y/N were there anyway. 

Daryl was still a couple of doors away from Y/N’s cell when her scent, wild berries, and cream, hit his nose. His first thought was that he picked it up despite the distance due to their time apart but as he threw back the blanket that covered the entrance he knew that wasn’t it. The scent of ripe berries overwhelmed him and his alpha senses kicked into high gear. His mate was in heat. She was in heat and probably suffering from its effects alone, without him. Her rich scent had gone straight to his cock, and the only thing Daryl could think of was finding her. 

While fainter than within her cell, Daryl was able to follow the scent trail she had left behind, growling slightly when he picked up Maggie’s alpha scent mingling with Y/N’s though it faded quickly and was replaced with Carol’s. He followed the two scents out of the cell house to the administration building. He knew that was where the secured heat rooms were and Daryl was relieved to know that Y/N was safe from the others while she was so vulnerable. 

Between her scent and the sounds of her whimpers, it didn’t take long for Daryl to figure out which cell she was in. The holding cell was the furthest from the entrance, allowing for the most privacy possible. Daryl felt his heart clench when he caught sight of her; Y/N was naked in her makeshift nest, the cot mattress along with a few blankets and what looked like one of his shirts that he knew had gone missing a few weeks before. The alpha within him preened knowing that she had wanted to be surrounded by his scent, even if it was from his shirt. Her hand was between her legs, rubbing frantically in an attempt to get some relief from her heat but Daryl could tell the moment she caught his scent by the way her eyes snapped open and looked for him. When they landed on him, she whimpered. “Alpha, it hurts.”

Hearing her whine snapped Daryl into action. Using his set of keys, he quickly unlocked the door and let himself in. The door hadn’t even closed before he started to strip off his clothes; his poncho, vest, and shirt hit the floor while he kicked off his boots. The room was saturated with her scent and if his cock hadn’t already been hard, it certainly would have been then. As he removed his pants, he gave himself a few strokes to relieve the pressure before he lowered himself to kneel between Y/N’s thighs. “It’s okay ‘mega, I’m here. I’m going to take care of you.”

Though her thighs were coated in slick, her pussy swollen with arousal and need, Daryl laid his body on top of hers, giving her the much needed skin to skin contact. Y/N’s knees rose to cradle his hips as he pressed his mouth against her neck, kissing, nipping, the feel of his scruff brushing against her neck sending shivers through her. He used his left hand to hold himself up while his right cupped her breast, his thumb brushing against her hardened nipple, causing her to moan. 

Daryl teased her breast for a minute before moving his hand away, trailing his fingers down her stomach. His touch felt amazing, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Y/N jumped when she felt him press his calloused thumb against her clit. She moaned softly, she pushed against his hand as he started to rub firmly. Y/N could feel her eyes wanting to roll back in her head from the pleasure of his thumb sweeping back and forth across her bundle of nerves but it wasn’t enough. “More, Alpha. I need more. I need your knot.”

“You’ll have it sweet ‘mega, but I need to get you ready first before I fill you with my cock.” Daryl mumbled against her skin as he licked and bit at her neck. Not hard enough to break skin, not yet. He needed her less glassy-eyed and foggy with need. 

Moving her hands from their position on his wide shoulders, Y/N threaded her fingers through Daryl’s hair and used them to pull his face away from her neck, up to her mouth. Her lips crashed against his hungrily, as she tried to convey to him the desire she felt for him. He seemed to read her thoughts as his lips pressed against hers greedily before she nipped at his bottom lip with her teeth. His lips parted automatically, and their tongues intertwined. 

Daryl moved his fingers to her opening, sliding one in just a little before drawing it back out and circling her sensitive folds. All of the teasing movements sent Y/N into such a state that when his fingers pushed inside of her in a deep thrust, she arched her back in pleasure. She broke away from his lips and cried out. "Daryl!"

"Come for me Y/N, let me see you…" He whispered as he picked up the pace of his hand. The teasing touch he had started with was gone now, as he fucked her with his fingers. 

Every thrust of them brought her closer to the edge until she honestly believed she might be going insane from it. She felt him push into her one more time before she finally did shatter, shuddering, the waves of pleasure radiating up through her body. Daryl watched her orgasm take her over as he continued to pump his fingers inside of her, working her down from her high. He kissed her tenderly as he removed his hand from inside her. His fingertips ran back up her body, stopping briefly to caress her heaving breasts before he grabbed the arm that had been resting at her side. He laced his fingers through hers, before bringing them to his lips.

Though her body was buzzing and shuddering in the last tremors of her orgasm, Y/N felt her pussy throb again quickly when she felt Daryl roll her over onto her stomach before moving her onto her hands and knees in front of him. Her belly quivered, she craved the feel of him inside of her, she needed to feel his knot inside of her or she was going to combust. She rolled her hips back against him, rubbing herself against his throbbing erection. Daryl growled against her neck at her teasing. Not being able to wait another second, he took his thick length in his hand and guided it between her legs towards her entrance.

"Alpha…" Y/N gasped, as she felt the swollen, slick head of his cock probing her flesh. She bit her lip when he found her opening. Daryl held her hips, and she swallowed a moan when he pushed into her. He was stretching her in the best way possible.  

As soon as he was completely sheathed inside of her, he stopped, and she knew he was letting her get used to the feeling of him. She felt impossibly full, but didn’t need him to be gentle; she needed more. She flexed her thighs, sliding back and forth on him to signal that she wanted him to move. He bit back a moan, as he felt her beginning to move on him. She felt tight around him, her inner walls contracting every time she moved, trying to lock him inside her. His hands gripped her hips to stop her, taking control as he pulled out of her until only his tip was still inside her. She whimpered at the loss of him, but the whimper turned into a loud moan when he thrust back in.

Again, Daryl moved out of her, until just the tip was inside, and then back in fully. He repeated the action a few more times, making Y/N moan. Her thighs trembled, while her body jerked as he rammed into her, the swollen head of his cock pushing and hitting her deep inside. His hips started moving, pumping into her at a demanding, hungry pace. One of his hands left her hip cupping her breast to knead the full mound to try and distract him from her neck. It took all of his willpower not to sink his teeth into the flesh of her throat.

She closed her eyes and let sensations engulf her. Daryl could see her mouth open slightly as a moan escaped her when the friction inside of her was too much, or the head of his cock pushed on a sensitive spot. He gripped her hip harder, moving faster into her, the feel of her around him pushing him further, wanting to go deeper into her for his knot to lock them together. Her face twisted more and more in pleasure as he felt her starting to flutter around him. She felt him grip her hips tighter as his thrusts became faster and more erratic.

Her walls clamped down around his cock, as her orgasm rolled over her. He held her tight when he kept moving against her for his own impending release. He relished the feel of her muscles flexing tightly around his cock. His orgasm coursed through his body as he continued to pump into her, his knot expanding until it was notched inside her. As soon as they were locked, he came hard, filling her completely. His orgasm seemed to go on for hours though he knew it was only minutes. When his body finally came down from his high, he felt like he was going to collapse. Not wanting to crush Y/N, he rolled the two of them onto their sides, wrapped his arm around her, and tucked her head under his chin. “You feel better ‘mega?”

Y/N nodded before yawning, feeling half asleep already. She had been in agony since her heat had come on full force, she tried her best to relieve the ache within her by herself but it wasn’t even close to the satisfaction she was feeling now thanks to the knot now locked inside her. It wouldn’t be too long before her pussy would be throbbing again with need for Daryl. 

“Get some rest Y/N,” Daryl ordered. “I’ve got ya.”

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Thanks to @littlegodzilla, & @minervadashwood for their help!

[anonimityblog4000]

I actually hate having to post this, but

I feel like I have to post this in response to some recent drama stirring. I will cop to making an alt blog to post this because the hate around this has been virulent.

Recently this post has been shared regarding another artist creating locked tomb fan art

In this post which you should read they make the claim that the creator of these pieces 100% for certain created them with AI image generation software generating quite a lot of attention. The problem is that their supposed supporting evidence is INCREDIBLY flawed to the point of contradiction and nonsense. For example both of these cropped images

are given as evidence of AI generation, claiming that the smudge is the result of AI failure and that the hand is CLEARLY ai generated…except that even a cursory examination and familiarity of what AI image generation ends up looking like would make it obvious that these aren’t AI hands and are just…normal hand drawn hands. As for the smudge we could easily explain that as the artist not noticing a mistake in one of their layers before posting, but we don’t know that. Except we do.

Because if you were to look at the artists blog now you might notice they have made some corrections and small edits to the original piece and lo and behold…no smudge. Now here is where things get properly silly, instead of drawing the obvious conclusion from this that the artist being able to go in and fix the layers of their work means that they actually drew it THEY CLAIM THAT THE ABILITY TO DRAW AND EDIT IN THE EXACT STYLE OF THE PIECE IS FURTHER EVIDENCE OF AI.

WHAT.

I don’t think I need to point out to most people that AI image generation tools do not work that way and they certainly don’t allow you to make subtle targeted fixes and edits.

There is also a claim that the artist admitted to using AI to produce the piece which is a gross distortion of what they explained, the artist openly stated that they have tried using image gen tools to assist with their thumbnailing process. Let us be clear that thumbnailing is NOT producing any sort of final piece but is simply the process of brainstorming ideas and concepts. It’s seriously gross to flat out lie and claim the artist said anything different. Thankfully someone else screenshotted this so there’s actual evidence that accusations are being made that are straight up lies.

It is also at this point we should take a look at some of the artists other publicly available work.

I chose this selection because another accusation in the post that is hard evidence of AI is that because the posted pieces are “too different” in style from other earlier work posted on their blog, it should be fairly obvious how silly this is with even a small sample of what they have produced. This is an artist who obviously has the ability to work in a wide range of artistic styles and mediums but instead this is being used to claim they…can’t art? It’s also worth pointing the obvious that there are plenty of works in that artist’s portfolio in the exact same mucha style, including ones that are literally hand drawn on paper. Works that literally predate the availability of image generation software going back years. It is a complete farce to suggest this person CANT DRAW HANDS.

Frankly it is incredibly disappointing that the community is barraging this artist with insults and hate because of one persons incredibly flawed accusations. A person that I might add has deleted comments on their post that disagreed with them while at the same time castigating the artist for blocking them and deleting their post as evidence of their guilt.

While this isn’t conclusive in and of itself I’ll end with this.

It’s more effort than the accuser went to before rallying a witch hunt against someone else.

[gems-of-jungle-moon]

I'm pretty bad at drawing dragons, could I have a tip on drawing them.

I don't think there's such a thing as "being bad" at drawing dragons, to be honest.

Dragons can have such a large variety of designs, especially when artists, modern or not, imagine them as something other than your standard fire breathing reptile. Folklore can't even be consistent on what a dragon is. To me, they're not too different than designing a creature from scratch, whether or not you want to make it biologically plausible (aka spec bio). So I can't specifically give you dragon design tips because I use the same process for all creatures I make.

Instead, I'll offer some things I learned about creature design in general from studying animals and from other creature designers.

It all comes down to two questions:

What is the character of this design? And what do you like to design?

It sounds vague but hear me out.

Designing a character and designing a creature aren't that dissimilar. Because by creating a creature, you also focus on what makes its shapes unique from others as you would in a lineup of characters. Think of how you can identify different real life animals based on just the silhouette alone, and the features that give it that silhouette. For example you can tell a giraffe apart from a whale just by the silhouette, right?

What I like to do is make designs that give a good idea on how the creature lives, speculative evolution, and that involves a lot of research into animal biology. Evolution is the most unhinged creature designer, after all.

Ostriches and emus convergently evolved to be built for running rather than flying, and occupy a similar niche in their environments. But if you reduce them down to a single silhouette, you can easily still tell them apart.

Here's two of my own designs to demonstrate this same idea. The left I designed from bears, wildebeest, african wild dogs, and gorgonopsids. It's a pack-hunting species that lives in warmer grasslands. Its arms are also comparatively long for the rest of its body.

On the right is a polar relative, designed from a polar bear, a seal, arctic fox (summer coat), white tailed deer (tail shape), and basilosaurus (for the teeth). Compared to the first design, it's less lean and has more bulk for keeping warm. The ears are also diminished and the snout is way shorter. Despite that they look like they are related species from different climates.

Sometimes I tend to exaggerate a part of the design, such as the neck fluff on the polar guy and the length of the nose on the left one. Even small changes can make a big difference, and sometimes unexpected features can give you the exact design you were looking for. Don't fear ugliness or uncanniness in a design.

Because another fun exercise I like to do is take the body plan of a creature and stretch another creature to fit into that body plan. It may look ugly and cursed but sometimes that's what I want.

If researching anatomy and biology isn't your thing, you still have options. You can always apply chimera rules.

I've also seen this being described as "frankensteining", where you stitch different animal features together without much adjustment. This design strategy isn't invalid, but I don't prefer it.

I know I went with a standard "dragon" look for Pink (and the other diamonds' corrupted designs are getting an overhaul), but that's because that look happens to work for what I wanted.

An easy way to approach any of these methods is to draw small thumbnails in a sketchbook or on a digital canvas while zoomed out. With references handy of course. Being able to find distinct shapes when it's smaller makes them not rely on the littler details to be recognizeable. That way you can iron out the rest once you find something you like. And hands off ctrl+z/eraser (or use it sparingly). I know it's tempting, but try and resist.

I like to use a ballpoint pen for this when on paper, because it makes me commit to the lines so I'm not constantly erasing. I get no progress if all I'm doing is erasing. If I don't like it, I take what I like about the other thumbnails and move on to the next. This process whittles away the features I don't prefer. Notice the little note I left next to the dog in the upper right.

If something isn't working out, that's completely fine. Look at references, build your visual library. Don't get discouraged. Try things out just to see how it looks, even if you end up not liking it. You still learned something from that attempt.

Hang the code. Embrace chaos. Draw and design dragons how you want to.

And to finish this off:

Don't compare yourself to others and let that make you feel bad about your art. In fact, stop comparing altogether. It's okay to be inspired, but you are on your own artistic journey. Give yourself credit for your own progress and let that motivate you.

I see too many people do this, especially when they have every reason to feel good about the stuff they made.

[art-res]

And also, I forgot to put before but color theory is...oof, I’ve watched countless videos and it hasn’t knocked inside me yet when it comes to coloring or figuring out values when it comes to drawing, what are ways or exercises to get better?

I was asking the same question as you, so I went on a lil hunt and created an article to center my favorite resources:

I hope this helps!

An exercise to practice applying these concepts:

sketch something simple, or even base it off a piece that you have been working on but feel stuck with the colors

Now start working with simplified thumbnails, keep it blocky and keep it fast

experiment with different schemes and types of color combos. ie, try complementary, triad, split complement, analagous

rinse and repeat, bonus points for adding different color schemes.

best of luck,

<3 Al

feel free to show me ur results and ask any follow up questions. (note: I respond quickest to Dms bc my asks are really backed up sadly)

[astralbulldragon13]

Reunion of Father and Daughter: A Bug Army Story

(This will be the catalyst of more stories involving Amber and her father Woodrow. I have been planning character development for him and this is where it starts)

Woodrow was practically running down the small alley, following the girl with lavender hair and small back horns.

She and a group of others told him they where ‘she’ was. They know his Amber, and she wanted to see him.

The girl he was following turned around another corner then seemed to vanish into thin air. Woodrow skidded to a stop and looked around frantically, his heart racing.

“Hello, Pa.”

Woodrow knew that voice, it had haunted him for nearly four years. He turned to see his daughter leaning against the wall of the alley.

Amber had grown some since he had last seen her, shot up at least three inches in height, and had gained more muscle. No longer the scrawny little fence post that had taken off on one of his old draft horses that day.

Her hair looked better, not that ragged slash from her old hunting dagger when Collie sent their daughter away from their farm.

His brain finally caught up to the words that she said. ‘Pa’, not ‘Papa’. He supposes he deserved her not calling him that anymore. He didn’t stand up for her, he didn’t put his food down. He doesn’t deserve to be called her ‘Papa’.

Woodrow straightened his spine, feeling his eyes brim with tears as he held out his arms to her. “Amber-Lily…”

He watched as her eyes flooded with tears as his daughter ran to him, into his arms. Woodrow didn’t even hold back the tears that fell down his weathered face while squeezing Amber tightly, and she returned the embrace.

"I'm so sorry, my girl, I'm so sorry. I should have said something, I've never forgiven myself for not standing up for you."

He moved back so he could look his precious girl in the face. Woodrow ran a calloused thumb over the scar that ran over her face. "I have never thought your scar was something to be ashamed of, Amber-Lily. Never."

Amber wiped at her eyes. "It... It means a lot to hear that, Pa."

He chuckled and pressed his forehead against hers.

His daughter took him to a small cafe, followed closely by a group of her friends. All of them were scarred, and protective of his beloved daughter.

It was a pleasant lunch. Amber told him about her time as a hunter, and how she had new friends and she was in a safe place. He even learned from these friends about his daughter's crush on their landlord's nephew. He chuckled, watching as his daughter pout and blush, hiding her face in her folded arms.

However, Woodrow's joy came to a screeching halt when Amber's twin companions came up to them.

"Uh, Amber?" The short-haired twins went to Amber's side and started to talk in a low voice. "Vic and I... we found your Mama in the saloon up the road."

Amber lifted her head from her arms, her hazel eyes narrowing. "You're leaving something out, Vin. Spil it."

Woodrow blinked, he's not used to his daughter being so blunt. He had to remind himself that his girl was never a demure little thing like his wife.

The twin with the short hair worried her lip between her teeth, glancing at the ground before looking at Amber. "She was... with some other guy."

"Practically in his lap," mumbled the twin with the long hair.

Woodrow's hands clenched into tight fists. A truth that he had been hiding from for nearly his entire marriage. "Amber... the rumors about your mother... they're true, aren't they?"

Amber lowered her head, picking at the skin around her thumbnail. "...Yeah. Before she threw me out, I could swear I saw her kissing Spoon."

Spoon. Woodrow's fists tightened into fists. He was one Woodrow's longer lasting seasonal hands. Woodrow thought that he was just dedicated to helping on the farm, but, of course, that was just his denial. Again. Always his denial. He was always pushing away his deserved doubts, reservations, questions that should have been asked nineteen years ago when he first found his baby left alone, in her cradle in an empty house.

The farmer burst up from his seat, throwing a handful of coins onto the table before turning to the twins. "Which way to this saloon?"

Amber stood from her chair as well. "Pa, what are you doing?"

Woodrow looked at his daughter, his hazel-green eyes fierce, and filled with an unfamiliar rage. "Amber-Lily, your mother and I need to have a conversation that's long overdue."

She bit her lip, before nodding. "Then I'm coming with you. I have a few words I have to say to her as well.

He gave a tight smile, and followed the ebony-haired twins, walking through the dusty streets and passing by shopkeepers hailing Amber's friends familiarly. But all noticed the serious expressions on their faces and quickly kept to themselves. As they reached the swinging doors of the saloon, he could hear the voice of his wife.

"Don't worry about my husband, dear. The poor fool is so addled he wouldn't see a love bite on my neck if I walked around the house naked."

Woodrow felt his face burn with shame, but he did not break his stride, storming in the direction of the table Collie occupied with some well-dressed dandy. Before the farmer could speak, Amber came up to his side, giving his hand a squeeze.

"Bold words from you, Ma."

His daughter's harsh words pierced the atmosphere.

Collie's head snapped up at the voice, her light-brown eyes widening in shock and recognition at the sight of her long-lost child, but she quickly schooled her expression. "So, my beast of a daughter finally shows her hideous face after so many years?"

"And my slut of a mother is still hiking up her skirt for anything with a dick after so many years," Amber retorted. "Best mind your mouth, Ma. Before I decide my friends can beat the hell out of you."

"We might just do that without any prompting, given how you're acting," responded one young hunter with multiple scars and ginger-hair that covered one eye, standing close to Amber.

Collie jumped to her feet, looking at her husband. "You're just going to allow those little wretches to talk to me like that?"

Woodrow simply crossed his arms, his green eyes glinting with rage in the lamplight of the saloon. "Why, yes, I am. Because they're not wrong." He turned his eyes to the dandy that his wife was offering herself to with a stern glower. "You best make yourself scarce, friend. I have to... speak to my wife."

One of Amber's friends with wild, dark hair grabbed the man by the shoulder and hauled him up to his feet. "Sorry, friend, I suggest you make yourself scarce."

The poor sap was quick to flee out the doors of the saloon.

Woodrow turned slowly to face his wife, his expression like stone. "I have really been a fool, haven't I? To think you could love me?"

Collie sputtered, her eyes wide and fear-filled. "Woodrow, please, listen to me, this is all big misunderstanding-"

"Misunderstanding?!" snapped another of Amber's companions, one with fiery hair, and powerful arms. "You were practically propositioning yourself to that prick!"

Collie lifted her hand, as though to slap the redhead, only for her arm to be grabbed by Amber in a bruising grip.

"Pa is talking to you, Ma. So shut up, sit down, and listen to him for once in your fucking life."

Collie froze, and even Woodrow was a bit stunned at Amber's words. Neither of them was used to this fiercer version of their daughter. Collie stumbled back in shock, and Woodrow turned his eyes back to his wife.

"Amber is right, Collie. Shut your mouth and listen to me. I have had enough if this... of you."

Collie looked at her husband in horror. "Woodrow, what are you talking about?"

"I've had enough of you pushing me aside, of just being some, some plaything to you. You don't love me... and I doubt you ever did. Even before we had Amber."

His wife began to shake her head. "You... Woodrow what are you talking about?"

The man before Collie looked at her so coldly that she almost didn't recognize him.

"I'm done, Collie. When we get back home, I'm done with you." And with those words, he marched out with Amber and her comrades, her daughter giving her one last glare that could curdle fresh cream before the doors swung closed behind them.

There was chatter in the saloon at this sudden bit of drama. Collie's face burned with shame. She will never be able to show her face in this town again after this embarrassment.

And Woodrow's threats? He was done? What did he mean? He wouldn't bring her on anymore business trips? He wouldn't share a bed with her anymore? Surely, he didn't mean that he was done with their marriage, right? No! No, no, no, he couldn't mean that! Woodrow would never have the spine to do such a thing!

Outside, Woodrow leaned against he wall of the building, laughing quietly as tears dripped down his cheeks.

Amber wrapped her arms around her father, while her friends gathered close. "You did it, Pa. I'm so happy for you."

Woodrow pulled Amber close, kissing her brow. "I couldn't have done it without you to push me through, Amber-Lily."

The next morning, Woodrow finished his business in Billoway and packed up the wagon.

Amber and her friends stood close by, watching Collie as she struggled to get into the wagon without assistance from Woodrow.

Woodrow approached his daughter once everything was in the cart/ "It... It was so wonderful to see you again, Amber. And I'm so, so happy for you. You made so many new friends, I've never seen you this happy." He reached out and gently cupped her face, running a thumb over the scar on her face.

"Hey, Big Papa!" Amber's friend with the wild-dark hair offered him an envelope with a neatly written address on the front. "Write to us, will yeah? We would love to hear from you."

Woodrow felt a deep warmth swell in his chest as he pulled the little firecracker into a tight hug. "Thank you. For this, and for taking care of my baby."

She giggled and batted his back. "No worries, big guy. And we'll come visit you when we can."

Woodrow said his goodbyes, pressing one last kiss on top of Amber's head before climbing into the wagon, not even sparing a glance at Collie. Together, they made their way back north to their home.

After returning too their home, and storing their wares, Woodrow saddled his horse and rode into town. Neighbors looked at Woodrow in surprise, they had never seen the docile farmer so angry before, it was... concerning.

He stormed into the office of the town magistrate, shocking everyone in the room with the words he said to the magister:

"I need papers of annulment. Now."

The bugs mentioned in this story: Jemma @diamondzoey Victor and Vincent @littlesiren79 Emerald @aspenm00n Korey @rozeliyawashereyall and Lucy @castbracelet240

[storiesbyastrocraft]

The Things In The Dark

Cryptid!Hawks x Male reader

Warnings

Stalking, Mentions of murder/death, manipulative partner, Yandere, Smut in a later chapter

Y/n is a ghost hunter who has, against his better judgement, decided to check out a newly famous cryptid that's causing problems for the owner of Albright.

Hunting cryptids is never as fun as it sounds.

Driving hours a day only to sleep on the floor of some crumbling building in the middle of nowhere is the reality of the situation. A reality that took its toll on y/n’s back. Unfortunately, Y/n gets more views the more uncomfortable he is, so no cot. Just an old-ass flashlight, his camera, a sleeping bag, and an EMS reader. If this isn’t the height of luxury, then what is? Sure, having thousands of people watch your every move the moment you press that live button is a little intimidating, but it more than pays the bills.

Gravel crunched under his tires as Y/n pulled into the parking lot of his next haunt location. This video, a 10k special, was unlike anything the young ghost hunter had even dreamed of doing. Gone were the days of hiking through woods and getting kicked out of cemeteries. Y/n scanned the large metal gate guarded by a small ticket booth. It was one of those gates that was in the middle of nowhere, one whose only purpose was keeping people off the path. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at the footprints in the grass beside it. Y/n set up his camera, careful to get the gate centered. “Historic Albright. State Park.” The words were painted sloppily on the side of the small ticket booth, a perfect thumbnail.

The gate creaked open without much hesitation and Y/n started his walk through the town. Old buildings lined the gravel road, most of them had displays showing what they would have looked like in their prime. Y/n could easily imagine this street busy with people dressed in their old-timey clothes doing their old-timey chores. As the sun set on the town, casting a shadow of the large hill onto its streets, the people would be lazily talking to their friends waiting to be invited in. Children would be racing to get back home before curfew, dodging the various shopkeepers making their ways home. Home. Y/n longed to go back home. It had been far too long since he visited that small town, one not too different from this one save for the advancements in technology.

Y/n slowed as he reached the bottom of the hill, pulling his jacket tight. It was colder than it should be in early September, but that only pushed him further. According to one of the many nearby plaques, the house above once belonged to the town’s local hero turned mayor, Keigo Takami. If the legends are to be believed, the residents quickly fled after a curse was placed upon their brave leader.

Their words, not y/n’s. Hopefully their ‘brave leader’ was ahead of his time on insulation techniques. The sooner he got into the manor the better.

The low sun cast an orange glow around the edge of the manor. It looked straight out of a fairytale. The magnificent three-story house stood far above the ghost-town below. Y/n went over what the Ranger had told him. Both the manor and the town were now owned by a local state park that had been established around the start of the ‘cryptid craze’. When y/n reached out about wanting to make a video at the park, the owners were ecstatic. Hawks was bad for business, but a viral video about him could definitely help.

Theoretically, this should all be a hit with both ghost hunters and the average joe, but tourists had stopped showing up about two months ago.

A week after the sightings started.

The internet was flooded with pictures of a humanoid figure with large blood-colored wings and metallic eyes. People theorized about what this creature was and why it was at Albright. It was after a video released with the creature swooping down on the camera with a shriek eerily similar to that of a redtail hawk that the creature was given a name. Hawks. God the internet was full of such creative ideas.

Mothman’s less iconic ripoff.

That’s what y/n called it. But his viewers were insistent that he had to visit. Had to try to contact the monster.

Try to find Hawks.

Despite the lackluster name, those that claimed to have seen Hawks all shared a genuine terror. Y/n had to quickly learn the difference between putting on a fearful face to get a few more views and genuine gut wrenching fear. The quick breaths. The darting eyes. The blood-drained face. Hawks’ victims had them all.

Every single one of them.

Hawks was not your average cryptid, it was nothing like y/n had ever dealt with. As much as y/n may joke about the situation, he couldn’t deny the reality of it all. The person behind the iconic video had been severely injured and died on their way to the hospital. Two deaths later and the park was forced to shut their gates. It was said that you could hear Hawks’ screams from miles away for nearly a week. Once the park had been silent for over two weeks a team searched the entire park and weren’t able to find the monster. It was decidedly safe to open back up, but the public wasn’t so sure. Thankfully they were still curious and y/n was willing to be their satisfied cat.

Y/n readied his camera, keeping his eyes on the viewfinder. Planks of wood bared the downstairs windows. Each one tightly nailed to the rotting window frames. The clawed white paint flaked off the walls in large chunks near the foundation and doorway. A picture perfect haunted house. And an amazing shot.

“Hello guys and welcome to another episode of commission cryptids! My Patreon members decided this week's paranormal investigation will be on the infamous Hawks.” Y/n continued his intro as normal, self promos all included. There wasn’t enough signal here to run a livestream. Luckily YouTube is a thing. Unfortunately that means editing a video.

Y/n grabbed the cold brassy door handle as he began to explain the lore and local history of Hawks. He pushed against the door in an attempt at a grand reveal, but it didn’t open. He tried again with not so much as a creak in return. “Huh, well I was told the door would be unlocked. Um- I’m just going to make a phone call real quick.” Y/n turned off his camera and shoved it into his bag.

Y/n scrolled through his recent messages.

Mom

I know, I know, I’m just worried about you. Stay safe.

Layton

Who all is going to be there!? You can’t just leave whenever you have some video idea. I und-

Grace

For the love of fuck, your boyfriend is so annoying!

Ranger

Thanks so much for your help Linette, this video will be a hit!

Y/n clicked on the text, rereading the last conversation.

Ranger

The best shot of the house is definitely from town square! It looks so intimidating up there!

Me

Haha the more intimidating the better! Will any of the places in town be open?

Ranger

No just the house. But I can leave you the keys if you want? They are all labeled!

Me

That would be great!

Ranger

Cool! I’ll leave them right inside the door!

Me

Thanks so much for your help Linette, this video will be a hit!

Inside the door.

Just the house.

Sighing, y/n pressed the call button. Maybe she just forgot to unlock it?

It rang once.

Twice.

“The person you are trying to reach is not available.”

He tried again.

Once.

Twice.

“The person you are trying to rea-”

He hit the red button before the robotic voice could finish its message.

Of course there wouldn’t be any signal at the ghost house. Y/n knew this. The last time he remembers having signal was over thirty minutes ago. Sure he /could/ drive out there, but the sun was almost completely set already. He shuddered at the thought of entering the house in the dead of night. Sure he had done his fair share of ‘3AM at insert scary location here’ videos, but this place was different.

He couldn’t leave. Not now,

“So, funny story, the ranger that was supposed to unlock the door must have forgotten. And I don’t I can’t call her, believe me I tried.” Y/n raised his phone to the camera. The two red attempted calls stood proudly at the top of his screen. “Guess we are breaking in.”

Y/n continued to mindlessly talk to his non-existent audience as he walked around the property.

This wasn’t the first y/n had to break into a filming location. When you find yourself staying in abandoned buildings, it just becomes part of the job.

Y/n walked carefully scanned every inch of overgrown greenery. Shattered glass and cigarettes littered various hiding spots. The trampled grass was a welcome sign of life, but y/n worried he would have a run in with his fellow ghost hunters in training. The stories of this house were no secret, and his comment section was a proof of their popularity. He was sure any visitors would be nice enough but he didn’t want to chase the things going bump in the night just to find some kid. As he made his way to the far edge of the yard a small building caught y/n’s attention. It too was painted white, but it was in much better condition than the house. Y/n broke the lock, making a mental note to replace it later, and opened the door. The warm glow of the fast falling sun glinted on the metal tools lining the walls. A gardener’s shed. Not the most helpful, but he could make it work.

Grabbing a ladder and spade, y/n set his plan into action.

The ladder was just tall enough to reach the top of the porch awning. The small roof was covered in slimy leaves and loose singles. He carefully climbed closer to the window, cursing when he heard the metallic crash of the ladder falling. He tightened his grip on the spade and dug it into the bottom of the window. Pushing and pushing until the tip of the spade disappeared. Next was the easy part, opening it. He twisted the spade, hard, until it was completely on its side. The window opened easily making y/n fall onto the hard wooden floor.

Y/n scrambled for his bag and pulled out the camera.

“First off, OW! Secondly, I made it in!” Once again Y/n mindlessly talked and walked. Without the chat to guide him, he had a certain freedom. But also a strange feeling of loneliness. Ghosts aren’t good company, so here he was, showing off the house to his very lucky SD card.

Wandering around the house Y/n did his best to recall all the stories he heard, telling him them in the spookiest voice he could muster.

“They say the bottom floor is the safest, apparently Hawks prefers to stay near his room. Lucky me- I- Um.”

A speck of silver glinted innocently into y/n’s camera from the bottom of the front door. Y/n’s skin was ice cold as he descended the last few steps. A speck of silver glared up at him. The silver keys. They sat on a small slip of paper, as Y/n drew closer he could see Linette’s name signing it.

“What-“

Y/n could imagine his chat. The confusion as to why he stopped. People trying to call bs and say his fear was fake. Too forced to be real. The loyal few defending him. As he stood frozen in place, y/n yearned for it. For the simple distraction. For something to prompt him on what to say next.

He slowly turned his camera towards the door, panning down to the keys. They looked no less ominous on screen.

AAAA hope you guys enjoy this first part! I'm not super sure where this is going, but I wanted to write something a little different before hoping back into Three Months!

Anyways, let me know what you guys think!

[kirythestitchwitch]

Klaroline WIP Wed - Waffle House AU - Oh Hi Kol

Part One here Part Two here Part Three here Part Four here

I'm skipping a whole bunch of Caroline naval gazing about eating free range and having thinky thoughts about blood bags and Mikaelsons and stuff. Now it's another night at the Waffle House...

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It wasn’t chickening out if it was less than 24 hours since she’d made up her mind to [drink blood from the source], it wasn’t. Besides, she was waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Tapping her pencil against her Calculus book, she bit her thumbnail and tried not to watch the other two tables of diners too obviously. The table with the family with two kids was probably a wash, it would just be Caroline’s luck that little Susie came looking for Mom and found her being chewed on. 

The young couple was promising, though. Either girl would do, she wasn’t picky. If one of them got up.

Picking up a slice of toast spread liberally with jam from her plate, Caroline nibbled on it. She’d actually unbent and ordered breakfast-for-dinner, just to take the edge off her nerves and appetite. The idea had only gone so-so, as she was still picking at her food. The coffee she was drinking by the potful. Marcy had come by multiple times in the past half hour to fill her mug.

As if summoned, Marcy stopped by her table with the pot of coffee and filled her cup back up to the brim. “You still working on that, sugar?” With her chin she gestured at Caroline’s plate.

A wane smile flitted across Caroline’s face. “Yeah, I just have a lot on my mind tonight. Keep getting distracted.”

Marcy smiled sympathetically. “Well you wanna talk about it, I’ve got a break coming up in about forty-five minutes.”

‘‘Hey Marcy, I’m being distracted by thoughts of eating people in the restroom, I’m actually hunting them as we speak,’ yeah that will go over so well!’ Caroline thought.

“I’ll let you know?” she said instead.

With a pat to her arm, the server went back behind the counter, leaving Caroline to her thoughts.

The front door opened behind her with a faint jingle, and Caroline started to wonder if some new options for a meal had come in, or if more people meant more trouble. She didn’t get a chance to even finish the thought. Kol Mikaelson tossed himself into the opposite side of her booth.

Caroline froze. He sprawled comfortably, one arm along the back of the bench, and he smiled, a cheeky little thing. She squinted. 

“Alright,” he said, lifting a finger to twirl it in the air, “Let’s get it over with.”

“Aren’t you dead?” she asked. On the off chance she was turning into Jeremy and seeing spirits, she wanted to be sure.

“And there it is.” Reaching across the table, he picked up a slice of her toast and crammed it into his mouth. “I got better,” he said, mouth full.

“You got better?” she said skeptically while he chewed.

“You may have noticed the Anchor wasn’t very anchored there for a little while. The walls got a bit flexible.” Kol reached for another slice of toast, and Caroline smacked his hand. He pulled back with an amused look. 

“Order your own,” she glared.

[hackedmotionsensors]

So yesterday I was having a very stressful day (which...is probably bad that I'm less stressed today bc I still have a LOT of work to do in literally no time.....freelance....kinda sucks lmao)

It caused me to stress cry twice. I was stress drawing for like 12 hrs. I felt like I was getting a lot of mixed messages from the director and a whole mess of stuff that was really making me crazy.

So I cried really hard at around...like 930 or 10p. I eventually stopped working after that figuring that idk fifty three full panels in one day when my original panels were 73 and I'm only on my original panel 28 (AGAIN A LOT OF MIXED MESSAGES MEANT I HAD TO ADD A LOT MORE WHEN THAT COULD HAVE BEEN DEALT WITH AT THE THUMBNAIL STAGE....ANYWAY)

So. I stopped working. I was really stressed. And I also kept hearing something chewing or scratching outside my windows. And I have major ptsd from when we had rats in the attic. So I went outside to investigate. Just to make sure the grates were still where they were supposed to be. We have a lot of fruit trees so it could have just been squirrels going after my persimmons (something I ALSO don't want THOSE ARE MINE!!!!)

I go outside. I have my little flashlight. I don't see anything but I hear something else that sounds like the hose is on. But it sounds like its on in the back part of the yard. Which is very very dark and a lot of big trees and grape vines and all sorts of plants that make it impossible to see (also where the rats were originally hiding).

So I go to the faucet to turn off the water. Which also wasn't easy bc the plants had grown around the faucet (how is my 80 year old land lady getting to it?!) I go to turn the water off.....the water is already off.

What the hell am I hearing? So I follow the hose back to the darker part of the yard, I go under the overhanging wisteria that has loads of vines hanging down and I don't want my hair to get caught. I step into the dark part of the yard.....and reflecting back and stock still

is a fucking raccon.

And like an idiot....I get really scared and bolt. The only thing is....I forgot about the vines that hang down and one of the wisteria vines snags MY FUCKING FACE. It caught me right on the bridge of my nose, going right over my eyes. LITERALLY IT WAS LIKE THIS

My head LITERALLY got pulled back lmao. I embarrassed myself in front of the raccoon and all the creatures in the yard I'm sure.

I never found out what was making that noise in my yard (tho I assume its either the raccoon or the raccoon was hunting whatever was making the noise). I never figured out why it sounded like the hose was on.

I learned a valuable lesson that THIS IS WHY LATIN PEOPLE DON'T ~~INVESTIGATE~~ shit. The white woman side of me won out and fucked up.

I'm okay but i have a few little (very little )scrapes on my face under and near my eyes. I'm kinda lucky I didn't actually damage my eye. I had no idea these vines were that strong

[threewaysdivided]

Gelnek Goes to a Gala

More Dan Jones & Dragons art! This time their glorious Double Leader, Gelnek (played by the inimitable JoCat) all fancied up in his best Goblin party-attire.

More Flower Crowns Gala Outfits: Morenthal | Hobson

Design talk under the cut:

Unlike with Morenthal’s outfit (which was mostly drawn from Dan and Gamb’s official stream design) I thought it would be a fun challenge to take the chaos of JoCat’s Gala outfit brief for Gelnek (a large fluffy fur coat and stacked tower of Cowboy, Pork-pie and Trilby hats) and try to render out something fashion-adjacent.

Figure-wise, I wanted to push the broadness of Gelnek’s build and body-shape, since Jo introduced him as being atypically bulked-up for a Goblin (to the point that he sometimes gets almost-mistaken for an odd-looking Dwarf) and charging Hobson down like small green boar during their first training spar.  I thought it would be fun to lean into him being a stocky bundle of muscle compared to how Goblins are typically drawn. 

For the coat, I liked the idea of taking men’s fashion-furs and giving him a long-cut trench-style coat with a big fur ruff around the collar.  Really fluff the guy up with an impressive “beast-coat” that makes him look even bulkier.

Gelnek’s under-coat situation wasn’t described, so I went with a close-fit black two-piece since I figured that could help emphasise his actual silhouette without being too visually busy, and might make some fun strong shapes if I wanted to draw him in more dynamic situations later.  I also gave him a few sash-belts with some of his hunt-trophies pinned on (the Voidcrystal Snail-eye, a Wyvern Tooth from their fight on the Javelin and Trilby’s gifted Dragon-Scale button), just to keep the under-outfit from getting too conventional.

Hat wise, there’s not much that can be done to rein in the “putting a hat on a hat” effect of the Trilby on Porkpie on Cowboy tower, so I just tidied them up a little with some nice complementary colours and bands that coordinated with the rest of the ensemble.  The Cowboy brim and long coat combo ended up giving him some strong gunslinger energy, which is kinda fun for a traveling war-bard.

For his hair, I wanted to neaten up his big mess of fluffy curls for the formal setting, without going the same slicked-back conventional-imperial-common route that Hobson and Morenthal were already sporting.  Since Gelnek’s birth-tribe come from a swampy region and places a lot of cultural importance on headwear, I thought it might be fitting to do him up with some neat protective braids.

Gelnek’s shoe situation was an interesting one since canonically he doesn’t wear them.  I didn’t want to deprive him of his quest for the perfect shoe, but also figured he would need something to avoid the standard “no shoes, no service” rule at formal events, so I ended up pulling inspiration from Across the Spiderverse and giving him some Pavitr Prabakar-style foot-wraps with a bit of fancy gold trim to match the sash and middle hat.

I also decided to rep’ his drum-shield, seeing as Gelnek ended up being allowed to bring it into the venue.  It’s barely visible in the final drawing but a good quarter of his thumbnail page was notes on how do drum-shield work?  In my head I see it as something like a kettledrum set inside a convex round-shield/Dhal that lets him beat the drumhead while keeping the shield between him and danger.  I also like the idea of him being able to play the shield part like a handpan.

Bonus look at his sketch layers because this man's hats and physicality fought me harder than he fights drakes: