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I never meant to harm you, I never mean to hurt anyone.
I am gentle, kind, but never harmless.
My claws are made to catch and to keep.
My teeth made to crush and tear.
So when the sweet, metallic taste of you exploded against my tongue I cursed a god I did not believe in, for placing this animalistic rage deep within my bones, far too deep to cut out or burn.
I begged the moon to take pity on me, to free me from the pull of her cycle. But much like the tides I remain her loyal servant.
So run,
As fast as your legs can carry you.
Take your soft, warm smile.
And your beautiful flowing hair and run far away from me little lamb.
#original poem#writeblr#writers and poets#girlhood#poetry#love poem#religious trauma#sapphic love#teeth#bite#tw cannibalism#canibalism#symbolism#im not a violent dog i dont know why i bite#werewolf imagery
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OMGGG Your latest smut fic is so amazing!!! The smut is absolutely delicious! but....the angst is breaking my heart so...could you please write a continuation or part two where the reader confronts Aventurine's dark internal thoughts and comforts them? A fic where they actually get him to believe that they love him for real, where they tell him that he's not a monster and that he wasn't ruining them.
You've got it ! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
Aventurine x Reader
You treat Aventurine with more respect than he deserves. (Part 2)
Read part 1 here !
CW: dehumanisation (internal, thoughts Aventurine has of himself, referring to himself as a “monster”), lots of mentions of death, passively suicidal Aventurine, violent imagery (through metaphors, nobody is actually physically harmed), intrusive thoughts, Aventurine thinks kind of vicious things about you (refers to you as "stupid", "brainless", "naive" etc), cursing.
Lmk if there’s anything else I should warn about !!
Small note: Spoiler alert sorry, but you will not completely fix Aventurine in this fic. Making any real progress would take YEARS. The trauma he's gone through and his beliefs about his own humanity are EXTREMELY deep-seated, just one conversation would not be enough to make him truly believe he was loved. Super sorry since I'm sure that's not what you wanted (you specifically requested they "truly get him to believe that they love him for real", but this does still end on a hopeful note so I hope you won't be too disappointed (•ᴗ•,, ) )
Sometimes Aventurine gains enough clarity to remember where he stands. More importantly, he gains enough clarity to remember where you should stand. That is to say, as far away from him as possible. Unfortunately, you are never keen on doing that.
In these moments of clarity, he distances himself. If you won’t do it, he has to. He needs to. He needs to even when he can feel the little pieces of him that you’ve managed to haphazardly glue together splinter into tiny shards again, even when it feels like every step away is a step walked on shattered glass. He can hardly be called a ‘person’ anyways, what does his suffering matter? He has already lost so many good things, why not add another loss to the tally?
He reads your texts, but he doesn’t respond. He hangs up on you the moment you call. By doing this, he makes sure you know he is alive. Both because he knows it would devastate you if you thought he died, but even more so to make sure you know he is intentionally ignoring you. He hopes at least some part of you hates him. He thinks part of him hates you.
But he can never stay away for long. Like a werewolf called by the full moon; like a vampire to blood; like a siren to a sailor. Thoughts of you always cloud his mind too much to do what is right. He reminds himself he will destroy you. He comes back anyways. He is too selfish not to.
And you welcome him with open arms every time. Sure, sometimes you yell. Sometimes you berate him. Sometimes you cry. But he never does something beyond the bounds of what you’ll forgive, even though he tries to. You’re patient to a fault. Though he feels bad, he never takes it fully seriously, because you always hold him with so much sweetness, even when your words are filled with righteous anger and justified hurt. You always end it by reminding him that you love him. Something clenches in his chest; something that is not his heart, because he has none. He claims he is sorry, but you both know he will do this again. He always does. You know he will hurt you over and over, even if you don’t know the extent. You know he will test you, that he will ignore you, that he will cling to you and that he will taunt you. You don’t know he will drag his claws through you and tear you to ribbons; you don’t know he will sink his teeth into your neck and drink all your blood; you don’t know he will lure you to sea and drown you. You are never aware of the true danger you are in.
Maybe that’s why you one day feel comfortable enough to corner the creature that has taken on the appearance of a lover. You sit down next to him in bed one evening after one of his many attempts to push you away, your expression grim. You look straight ahead, right into his dead eyes, unaware that a monster is towering over you.
“We can’t go on like this,” you say. For one moment, the crushing relief and devastation threatens to consume him, and he’s not sure which of the feelings is stronger. For one moment he can’t breathe.
He hacks our a laugh, his skin straining. Something is shifting beneath his flesh, something ugly and dangerous. He needs to leave and he needs to do it quickly.
“You’re right, we can’t,” he agrees, his voice a lot more steady than he feels. He feels the urge to grab you and shake you until you pass out. He feels the urge to suck out your life force until your body is an empty husk. He feels the urge to slam your head into the bathroom sink in the next room over. He feels the urge to shoot himself in the head, because he does not want to do any of that.
“I love you,” you say, unexpectedly. Or maybe it’s not unexpected. You always say such stupid, brainless things. (You say it with sweetness. The only sweetness he can offer in return is the sweetness of bacteria digesting rotting meat. Is the flesh his, or will it be yours?) He laughs again.
“I thought we were breaking up,” he says. Smirking, as if it’s funny. (It isn’t.)
“No, we’re really not,” you say firmly. He snorts.
“Maybe we should.”
You don’t answer. Instead, you come closer.
Get away, he thinks. Run, you fucking idiot.
You don’t have many flaws, but the ones you do have are insurmountably big. You are too forgiving, you are too kind, you are too selfless, you are too naive. You will kill yourself doing this one day. You will let him kill you.
Your arms wrap around him. He can’t help but relax. The thing lurking under his human disguise grows more restless.
“I don’t hate you,” you say, unexpectedly. And this one really is unexpected, because what made you say that? Your arms squeeze around him tighter. “I thought I was being obvious enough about that, but you’re so bad at understanding it.”
The feeling he has is the same as the feeling he gets when he realises a deal is going awry. You are the highest risk stakes he has ever made a bet on: will he ruin you, or will you ruin him? What you could do to him is so much more serious than death. He knows that he is holding a losing hand. He doesn’t even know what he stands to win.
You kiss his neck. He shudders.
“Why are you so scared of me?” you ask.
Scared? He is not scared. What an outright laughable concept. Neither of you are scared, but if one of you was, it should be you, but you aren’t, for some reason.
“What gives you that idea?” he chuckles, but his voice is not as steady this time, and he can feel his smile slipping. (What is wrong with him? He doesn’t want to think about it. The answer is always ‘everything’.)
“Your hand is shaking.”
It is, but that is not because he is afraid. Fear is a human response, borne from the desire to live. It is instinctual. It means kicking and screaming, it means clawing your way out of hell for the chance to see another day, it means fighting for the life you don’t want to end. He cannot die, you see. Death cannot occur twice. Just because his body reacts, that does not necessarily mean he can truly fear any longer.
(Then again, maybe his reaction does not come from the thought of his death.)
“I’m not scared,” he says, and his voice sounds a lot weaker than he had expected. You pull him closer, cradling his head against the crook of your neck. His blood is pulsing too quickly.
“It would be okay if you were,” you murmur. “I know you don’t know how to be loved. That’s okay. I’ll teach you. You just have to let me.”
Squash. Slice. Tear.
Maybe you are the monster. He can feel your claws prying his chest open; he can feel your teeth dig into his flesh; he can feel something that is not air fill his lungs. The biggest difference between you and him is that he devours, while you give. You painfully shove something back into the cavity meant to contain his soul, you pump blood back into his system, and you fill whatever gaps are left in him with something that is first cold but quickly warms.
(He realises, belatedly, that something is pumping inside his chest again. But it can’t be a heart, can it? He lost that so long ago.)
“I’ll kill you,” he manages through gritted teeth, claws digging into your shirt. It is not a threat. It is not a warning. It is just the truth.
“You think too much,” you admonish him. Your tone is as gentle as your words are cutting. “I wish you would trust me more. You’re so determined to ruin your own life, and I don’t like it.”
“That’s just how I am. Deal with it or leave.”
“I’ll deal with it, then.”
Like a werewolf called by the full moon; like a vampire to blood; like a siren to a sailor. He will destroy you. But you accept it.
He has tried time and time again to push you away, but he is weak. So incorrigibly weak, and though your flaws are insurmountable, his are all-consuming. He is a monster in all the ways that matter. But you stubbornly will not leave despite that.
(Maybe that makes him a little more willing to try to change his nature. Just a little. Just for you. If you will not leave anyways, maybe he could try to make his presence a little less torturous.)
“Just… please stop ignoring me,” you sigh, nuzzling into his hair. Tenderly, tenderly, tenderly, so tenderly it makes his skin crawl. Your claws are softly piercing into him and he is helpless, unable (unwilling) to fight back. “I can deal with everything else. I just hate it when you do that. I can’t keep going weeks without speaking to you. I know you have some kind of… weird ideas that I’d be better off without you, but that’s not true. I love you, and I love being around you. I can’t help you when you cut me off at every corner.”
Cut, slice, slash.
Something in him breaks. Something he knows cannot be salvaged. Something he knows you would not want to salvage. Something he is not sure if he wants to salvage either, now that it is broken anyways.
He breathes a shaky breath, his fingers — his fingers, not claws, not this time — digging into your back. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, and he does not feel the urge to bite down. Though his eyes feel wet, it would not be enough water to drown you.
He knows your line of logic is wrong. He knows the fact remains unchanged: he is a monster of a man. He will ruin you. But maybe your presence sparks enough electricity to keep his heart pumping, just for a little while, and maybe he can wait until things actually start going downhill before he lets you go. Maybe he can remember how to be a human for a bit, maybe he can pretend he is.
“I just… don’t want to do something I can’t take back,” he whispers. “Not with you. You’re the… the only good thing I have left. I don’t know what I’d do if I…”
“That’s sweet, but I’m not as weak as you think I am,” you reply. “I’ve held out this long, haven’t I? Put more faith in me.”
He smiles.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
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#[rawbin]#[aventurine]#[rawbin fanfic]#[by me]#aventurine x reader#Tried some sort of weird monster metaphor by bringing up werewolf vampire and siren imagery idk if that worked out the way I wanted but -#whatever part of the process is making weird decisions and learning what did and didn't work out#Not entirely happy with this but I wasn't with the previous part either so yolo I don't have the patience to scrap this and start over#Tried to make the dialogue sound like things real actual human being would say but idk if I succeeded#Especially when reader reassures him what person actually speaks so eloquently ?? not me that's for sure#And the part where Aventurine is like “😢 i-i-i don't w-w-wanna hurt you pookiebear!!!” he would not say that straight out#but whatever I'm tired and I can tell I will not be finding the motivation to work for this one more night#plsss continue sendinf requests guys it makes me happy#Currently working on qpps Aventurine (whoever sent that request I actually love you)#(reason it's taking so long is because I've written so much in the tumblr app and my phone keeps overheating so I need to take breaks HELP)#(I've learnt my lesson and will try to stick to writing in my notes app when I suspect I might write a lot <3)#Jesus these tags are an essay sorry I just CANNOT shut up I looove speaking I love it love it love it#aventurine honkai star rail#aventurine hsr#aventurine star rail#hsr aventurine#aventurine#aventurine fanfic#reader x aventurine#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail#hsr x you#hsr x reader#hsr#star rail
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tracker o'shaughnessy; lycanthropy // dimesion 20: fantasy high
unknown // unknown // mitski - cop car // unknown // unknown // traci brimhall // nikkiniknak1 // unknown // baroness // unknown // sophocles, trans. anne carson
#again this is one of those ones where its not explicitly charactered so i guess this isnt necessarily fandom content#interpret it how you will it can just be doggie imagery#d20 spyre#words#art#i am going to explode#tracker o'shaughnessey#lycanthrope#d20 fantasy high#dimension 20 fantasy high#fantasy high#cassie's web weaving#web weaving#mitski#dog imagery#canine#werewolf
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what doesn't kill me only makes me wish it had
#thinking abt post-werewolf transformation imagery. which is new territory for me i've never been a werewolf guy before#but. am now. i guess. mwah love u cylva#Cylva#Cyella#fanart#speedpaint#i draw sometimes#blood#Final Fantasy XIV
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badabing badaboom t4t boyfriends
the religious imagery and symbolism is crazy on this fucker
"Perhaps I should make my home here, as my state of being is a vice in of itself."
"Indeed, you would keep me company that way."
#art#my art#:3#trans#transmasc#religious imagery#werewolf#trans werewolf#t4t#oc#original character#pixel art#pixilart#artists on tumblr
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Hiii can I request an ipad background? My kintype is a werevamp (vampire werewolf hybrid). Please include photos of werewolves with black fur and also some photos of fangs (because my name is fangs lol :3) I’d like a scenecore/kandi raver theme, so with lots of rainbows, lasers, and kandi. I’d also love the otherkin symbol, some paw prints, and the rainbow infinity symbol (for neurodiversity) to be added! Thanks so much! Your work looks sooo cool btw! (^_−)−☆
cw: bright colours, eyestrain, blood
here you go fang (cool name btw), I hope you enjoy! thank you so much!!
#alterhuman#nonhuman#otherkin#therian#werewolf therian#werewolf kin#vampirekin#vampkin#werevamp#kin wallpaper#wallpaper#custom wallpaper#kin stuff#kin request#open requests#cw eyestrain#cw blood#cw religious imagery
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I think I like drawing big scary wolves now
the first of the wolf drawings here are the otherz
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I know other artists like to draw werewolf!shadowheart with no hybrid form and like an actual direwolf because her father was one (who was likely a lythari) which is valid, but my interpretation of wolfheart has always been more akin to vicar amelia from bloodborne
like, minus the antlers, shadowheart is a fucked up borzoi to me
#also the religious imagery this character alrdy exudes fits perfectly with shadowheart#shadowheart#werewolf!shadowheart#baldur's gate 3#bg3
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lizzie get two wolves 👍
#strato.txt#oil painting#wip#im worried ive unbalanced the composition w the second one on the right tho... its so much closer to the edge#ugh whatever. aunt lizzie is the focus here#i wish i knew what she actually looked like this is just cobbled together from general features of my family#solid build... dark curly hair... bigass ears. she could be one of my cousins. she could be me#ok rq im gonna lay out the story in the tags for anyone who hasnt seen the previous lizzie art#my great-something aunt lizzie was disabled and couldnt walk very well and she died young#she wanted to see the second floor of the farm house real bad but no one ever carried her up there and she died before seeing it#they buried her in a long white dress somewhere down at the creek. we dont know where her graves lost unfortunately#the night she was buried something wearing a white dress walked into the house and up the stairs and disappeared#and sometimes you can hear her down around the creek screaming#somewhere along the line wolves got mixed into the imagery for me#my uncle told me a story about another 'white thing' that was wolfish and would jump on cars#so i just assumed lizzie was a werewolf my whole life#anyways. i think her staying after she died was a manifestation of her desire for autonomy. maybe#maybe if shed had modern accommodations she wouldnt have felt the need to stick around. or maybe she would have idk#either way i think death afforded her control over her own desires in a way she hadnt experienced before#and i think thats why she still hangs around the creek#i hope she would like this. maybe ill take it down there and leave it out for a night when its finished so she can see
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leftover stims :•]
[ID: A 3x3 stimboard.
GIF 1: Someone twisting their hands around, they're wearing gloves that fade into a dark black with claws on the fingers.
GIF 2: Someone holding a small shirt out and a corgi steps into it, then sits down.
GIF 3: A camera with a large flash on it going off.
GIF 4: Someone squishing a small, realistic fake eyeball.
GIF 5 (center): Someone slowly knitting a brown rectangle with pink needles.
GIF 6: Someone tilting a metal, slightly spherical charm on a necklace back and forth, inside is a doll eye that opens and closes as they tilt it.
GIF 7: Someone putting a floppy disk in a briefcase then closing it.
GIF 8: Someone wearing long acrylic nails shaped like black spines moving their slightly-curled hand into frame.
GIF 9: A perfectly loop of machines winding wire into a coil, bending the end into a loop, then cutting it and letting it fall down.
End ID]
#scopostims original boards#tw flashing#cw hands#tw scopophobia#stim#stimblr#stimboard#stimmy#claw#claws#werewolf#dog#corgi#camera#eye#eyes#eye imagery#knitting#briefcase#long nails#acrylic nails#machinery#mechanical#wire#coil#2 of these are technically regifs cuz i wasnt a fan of how the ogs were giffed but yknow#scopo gifs
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Eeem yea ! She is a little messed up !!
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THEY KNOW I'M NOT ONE OF THEM.
#my eye contact always gives me away#oc art#oc#wolf art#distirbing imagery art#unsettling art#i guess#idk how to tag this so that people will see it lmao#but i really like it#werewolf#werewolf art#don't you hate how people always know when you're different them#just#subconsciously#horror art#art
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Here’s art of my Wolfsona (name pending) with stigmata (can you tell I was raised catholic…)
Artwork by me
#art#digital art#my art#furry#wolf#wolfsona#wolf sona#stigmata#catholic imagery#werewolf#wolves#sona#my sona
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#yes this is a smash or pass poll about a song.. answer the question 🔫#me personally i would lezz out w her#i’m so glad they released a song like this i love werewolf imagery 😭 i love the howling in the back sorry#not to mention that the first minute of the song is so sexy…like u really don’t know where they’re going w this n they came in swinging#w that chorus 😭#n the jazzy outro like okayyyy#duck smoking gif i love u weishenv#.txt
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worst part of writing star trek fic, you ask? easy. naming things. planets? they need a name. sometimes, they need two - both what the locals call the planet and the 'official designation' (usually [star name] [planet number from star in roman numeral form], which would make Earth Sol III).
which means that I a) need to come up with a local planet name (which has to then fit into a cohesive linguistic system with whatever names i give individual aliens and settlements, while also not being too weird of a false cognate with anything on earth) and also b) name a star. which, if i want to be autistic about things, means combing through actual star charts and trying to figure out what stars are a reasonable distance away. (i will perish if i do this. simply waste away. and i know i don't need to, but by god do i feel like i should) (and if i'm real unlucky i'll wind up picking one that would be lousy to have a planet around, so i also need to make sure that the star has a stable orbit and won't explode any time soon.)
and THEN, I still have to deal with naming all the individual aliens!! which, i remind you, must be done with consideration of the planet name, to make sure they could conceivably come from the same language.
and i also need to name whatever random crew members appear! and, because i like diversity, i try to avoid giving my ensigns the same five white-people names, which means i get to comb through like. the end credits of movies and old year books. to try to find good names that show that starfleet isn't made Exclusively of mid-westerners and californians. can't even really look things up easily because finding last names is so much harder than finding first names, and if i'm not careful, i'll wind up with the World's Most Stereotypical Name on my hands, which. might be worse than not including diverse names in the first place.
#star trek#naming things is the wooooorst#and i can't even pick names based on obvious imagery because then i feel like the shitty wizard lady naming a werewolf “wolf wolf”#it's simply never ending.#at least vulcans are easy. i can name so many vulcans. that's fine. everyone else though? hate them. terrible. pick your own names.#can you tell i'm having a rough time of this one?#i desperately don't want to name these planets. but i can't keep avoiding it. i can't. i just need to bite the bullet and do it.#it simply isn't feasible to have so many [PLANET-NAME] brackets in my wip#and that's not to mention my [CHARACTER] and [DIFFERENT-CHARACTER]s
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I know you did Vilkas, but Farkas is not a carbon copy of his twin. He is gentle, Kodlak describes him as too softhearted in him journal. So, cuddly friend-shaped Farkas?
"Some people don't think I'm smart. Those people get my fist. But you, I like."
Farkas moodboard
#i think i'm gonna go back and add quotes to all my moodboards now oops#moodboard#farkas#asks#also idk if i got the cuddly part arcoss but i definitely tried to make his softer than his brother's#more colorful pallet and less angsty werewolf imagery ya know#i hope you like it though!#well 'more colorful' its still pretty muted but vilkas' was bw so it counts lol
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