#wild shape shenanigans

[quizzievivicalavellan]

Simple Pleasures

In which Gale is musing about sitting by the fire with Tara, and Aster Wild Shape's into a cat.

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Sitting by the soft glow of the fire outside Last Light Inn, listening to the hum of familiar voices drifting through the doors of the tavern, Gale could almost forget the shadow curse that ravaged the lands beyond this small safe haven, the terrible journey that lay ahead, and what he must do at the end of that journey...

The end ...

Well, I did say ‘almost’ he thought, feeling those dark thoughts forcing their way back into the front of his mind. He took a deep breath, refocusing on the calming warmth of the fire.

It reminded him of long nights spent reading by the fireplace in his tower back in Waterdeep, Tara purring loudly curled up right beside the flames. Ah, simpler times…

Laughter poured out of the tavern, everyone amused by some joke he had missed. He turned back to the fire with a small smile that spoke of a hidden sadness. After so long spent alone in his tower, Gale found it even more difficult than before to be in a crowd. He was used to his own company and preferred it to the confusing mess of tens of people having tens of different conversations all around him, but in truth he would rather not be entirely alone tonight.

Aster was far more social than he, however, and he would never attempt to pry her away from the evening’s revelries. Aster had at last recovered from her injuries sustained while searching for Thaniel, and tonight their little troupe and the Harpers and tieflings at Last Light were having a last night of fun before they once again set out into the Shadow-Cursed Lands.

“I thought I might find you here.”

Gale turned to see Aster standing behind him, as if she had read his mind. While technically a possibility given their shared tadpole affliction, she hardly needed telepathy to pull off this particular trick of timing. It would be easier to count the times he wasn’t thinking of her.

“You don’t need to come out here on my account. Go, have fun. I am perfectly content to enjoy a quiet evening in my own company,” he replied, hoping he was able to mask his desire for her to stay with nonchalance.

 “And what if I want to enjoy a quiet evening in your company?” She sat down next to him beside the fire, giving him a sultry look and placing a hand on his thigh.

Gale swallowed hard, feeling a heat that was more than the warmth of the fire. “Then I am happy to oblige. I would never refuse your company.”

“Good,” she replied softly, leaning against him and gently shifting her hand higher up his leg, sending Gale’s temperature climbing along with it.

“You seem tense, is there something on your mind?” Aster asked him, a concerned look on her face.

“Well, I…” Gale paused, thinking of how to deflect from what was truly on his mind, this being neither the time nor the place, “sitting out here reminds me of the fireplace at my tower, where I’d often sit with Tara. I never understood how she wasn’t absolutely roasting, sitting so close. Sometimes I worried she would catch her feathers on fire.”

Aster laughed at the image. “It feels different for a cat, sorry, a tressym. Heat against fur; it is a sensation of comfort like no other.” Gale supposed that, as a druid, Aster was as much of an expert in that subject as any non-feline could be.

“Alas, such simple pleasures remain outside my expansive pool of knowledge,” he replied with a dramatic sweeping gesture of the hand. Aster rolled her eyes in jest, her lips curled upward in an amused smile.

“Maybe it isn’t” Aster mused, her expression turning thoughtful, “Maybe I could show you.”

“What are you proposing?”

“The tadpoles, they let us share thoughts and experiences, right? So, if I took the shape of a cat, and we used the tadpole connection, then you could experience what it’s like to feel the warmth of a fire on your fur,” she gushed, clearly excited by the idea.

It was an intriguing notion. Gale had been curious what it felt like to be such an array of creatures as Aster could transform into since he first witnessed her Wild Shape.

“A clever idea. I always welcome the opportunity to learn something new; this time you can be the teacher and I your humble student,” Gale replied, referencing that first lesson in the Weave. 

In an instant, the beautiful red-headed gnome sitting beside him was gone, and in her place stood a tawny cat with long, thick fur and gleaming gold eyes. Aster-the-cat leapt into his lap, circling twice before settling down with her back toward the fire.

Gale reached out with the tadpole and felt Aster reaching back. Her mind felt familiar, yet subtly changed. The sensations of the senses were heightened; through her ears he could hear the creaking of tree branches, the far-off chirping of crickets, even the rhythmic beating of his own heart. Her thoughts came to him more as images and feelings than as words. And, of course, he felt through the connection the sensation of the fire’s warmth against her fur. He concentrated on that feeling, amplifying the connection until their experience was one. He felt the heat radiating across her fur as if it were his own, and the sensation was every bit as comforting as Aster had described. Gale let out a soft, pleasurable sigh, basking in the shared feeling.

After a long moment sitting quietly by the fire, Aster-the-cat shifted in his lap, nuzzling her face against his chest. She started to purr, the soft, steady rumbling breaking the silence.

On instinct, Gale brought his hand over to scratch between her ears. Her purrs grew louder as he stroked his hand across her back. There was something strangely intimate about the gesture that would likely have made Gale blush if he thought about it any harder, but at the moment the only thing he was thinking about was Tara.

Tara. His best and, until very recently, only friend. He hoped, wherever she was, that she was safe and not overly worried about him, though knowing Tara, the latter was about as likely as Lae’zel developing a sense of humor. He smiled at the thought, but nascent tears began pricking at his eyes.

He looked down to see Aster-the-cat’s giant golden eyes staring back at him with as much concern as her feline face could express. Tara had looked at him like that whenever the hunger of the orb grew painful again. That look sent the welling tears in his eyes spilling out over his cheeks.

He could sense that Aster was about to transform back when they heard footsteps approaching from close behind them. Gale rapidly wiped the tears away, hoping the darkness outside would obscure any remnants of the crying spell. He turned around to see Karlach and Astarion approaching the fire, wine goblets in hand.

“Aw, Gale, you’re missing the party!” Karlach whined, wobbling slightly from what had clearly been too much wine.

“Please, I’d hardly call that a party,” Astarion chimed in. “I’ve tasted rats better than this wine, and everyone still has all of their clothes on.”

Karlach laughed heartily in reply. Her laughter was infectious, and Gale found himself chuckling along despite himself.

Suddenly, Karlach’s laughter came to an abrupt halt as something caught her attention. “Oh. My. Gods. That cat is just adorable!!!” Karlach passed her goblet to Astarion and squatted down next to Gale to get a closer look at the feline sitting in his lap.

Aster-the-cat reached out a paw toward Karlach, who instinctually flinched away from the potential contact. Gale could practically see the moment that she remembered the fact that her latest upgrade to her mechanical heart had dampened her inner fire to the point that she was no longer a burn risk to those around her. Her face lit up like the sun and her clenched hands shook with excitement.

“I can actually pet it! For the first time in ten years, I can pet a cat. This is officially the best day ever!” Karlach exclaimed, reaching out her hand enthusiastically to pet Aster-the-cat. As she ran her fingers through the purring cat’s fur, Karlach appeared to practically melt with happiness.

“Who’s a pretty kitty? Where did you come from, hmm?” Karlach said in a sing-song voice, gently scratching Aster-the-cat under her chin.

“Oh, I think I have an idea…” Astarion said, looking pointedly at Gale. “Not just any ordinary cat, is she?” He smiled salaciously, his pointed fangs on full display. “Enjoy making her purr, Gale?”

Gale’s face instantly flushed with embarrassment, and he sputtered in protest, unable to form his rebuke into words. Karlach looked between the two with confusion for a moment before understanding dawned on her features and she put a hand up to her mouth to unsuccessfully stifle a snorting laugh.

“Nice one, Astarion,” Karlach said through laughter as she stood, “I’ll leave you two be then, didn’t realize I was interrupting.”

Astarion crouched down, waggling his finger before gently tapping it against Aster-the-cat’s nose.

“And here I thought Gale would never get any pus– OW!” Astarion yelled, shaking the hand that Aster-the-cat had just scratched.

“What was that for?” Astarion whined, licking droplets of blood off of his hand.

“Aw, come on, you had that one coming,” Karlach laughed as Aster-the-cat turned around and flicked her upturned tail dismissively.

“Fine, I suppose I deserved that, but that scratch better not leave a scar!”

“Come on, I’ll get Shadowheart to fix you up, you poor delicate vampire,” Karlach replied, guiding Astarion back toward the inn by the elbow.

“It takes a lot of effort to look this good, you know,” Astarion’s voice drifted back as the pair walked away. Once they were gone, Aster transformed back into a gnome again.

“He’s just teasing, ignore him,” she said, taking Gale’s hand in her own and brushing her thumb across his knuckles.

“Believe me, I try to,” Gale replied with an exasperated huff of a laugh.

She glanced up at him, the look in her bright green eyes shifting to concern, “I meant to ask you before, are you alright? You looked… sad.”

“I’m alright. I just… miss Tara more than I realized.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Aster said softly, her gaze shifting to the ground.

“No, you didn’t!” Gale responded reassuringly. “It was nice to think about a simpler time for moment. And you were right about the warmth of a fire against fur; what a sensation! It was a fascinating experience, joining minds with a cat. Well, a druid who was currently a cat, at any rate. It does make me wonder, given Halsin’s propensity towards an ursine form, what does it feel like to be a bear?”

Aster chuckled at that “Careful, you would look awfully tasty to a bear.”

“Oh, those bears ought to think twice. I can assure you, I taste terrible.”

Aster smirked suggestively. “Someday, I look forward to finding out whether that’s true.”

Before he could process what she just said, she stood up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Gale,” she said as she walked away, leaving Gale sitting there by the fire, burning on the inside.

[abyssalaerlocke]

I'm just having the visual of bear Halsin being too sniffy with cat Tav(/Astarion/Tara?) and getting chased.

Like, do either of them know the other's just a druid? Halsin probably isn't too concerned, but decides if he's upset the cat, he should do the polite thing and make himself scarce, and the "cat" just chases

You ever think supernatural creatures that consider humans potential prey have that "cat chases a bear up a tree"-thing? Like how bears, being an apex predator, have no concept of something that's sufficiently prey-sized deciding to attack instead of fleeing, and cats have no awareness of the fact that they can die. So every once in a while a cat and a bear come face to face in the wild for the first time. A bear doesn't understand what this creature is that isn't trying to flee, and starts sniffing. A cat doesn't understand what this creature is and decides to slap it. Utterly baffled, the bear decides it's best to get out of here. The cat starts chasing because obviously anything that flees is prey.

Imagine having an Entity in your home that eats creatures like you, but has never caught a human before. It doesn't understand why this prey isn't trying to escape, the human is clearly unnerved by sensing A Presence but still keeps stubbornly sitting on the couch watching TV. The Entity moves a piece of furniture, making an eerie creaking noise, planning to raise terror in its prey as a way of playing with its food. But instead of even turning to look towards the source of the sound, the human just yells into the empty house:

"WHATEVER THE FUCK JUST MADE THAT NOISE HAD BETTER FUCK OFF, OR START PAYING RENT."

The Entiry freezes in place, and decides that whatever is going on, it's not worth the risk to find out. Better leave while it still can.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Worship

a/n I won’t say anything because what is there to say… Also, this is fiction idk why but I just feel the need to wave that flag here.

Summery: Just on stage shenanigans between you, the back singer, and the boys.

warning: no full on smut because there’s so much of that as it is but they are sex on legs so this does have sexual implications. I’m just a girl. And I feel like I should go confess my sins to someone.

All of them x reader

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Nothing truly beats the feeling of the stage lighting beaming on you. The radiant atmosphere and the beating of the crowd in front of the stage. It got addictive fast. And the rush of both adrenaline and freedom you never truly got over. Most of the time, it still felt like a dream. Like you weren’t there. There weren’t four other people. A whole band that people swooned over. 

You still remember the notification of the private message in your DMs. “We’ve seen your videos. The voice is to die for. Up to back us up?” You had stared at it for hours. Pressing the profile over and over again, convinced that one of the times it would take you to some scammy account, but it didn’t. So you took that leap of fate, and the roller coaster that unfolded still made your skin tingle at times. 

“How you don’t break an ankle in these is beyond me," II grumbled, gesturing to the high heels you were strapping around your legs. Before throwing the towel he had just used to dry his hair with, at you. You huffed back, “Of course you wouldn’t know; you sit and look pretty the whole show."  You shot him an overly exaggerated smile before flipping him off. “Put the claws away, baby," he said, lifting his hands up, “I would love to keep my eyes for some time longer." You lifted both of your hands, making sure to flex the black coffin-shaped nails, only earning a chuckle in return from II. 

“No form of violence is allowed backstage," III cut in, putting the mask over his face, “Unless it’s consensual, of course." The three of you snickered. There was never a dull moment with them. You weren’t sure exactly why you imagined them to be all cold and unapproachable, but you couldn’t have been more wrong. From the silly hats they happily took from the fans to messing around on stage barking. “We’re out in thirty,"  IV's voice cut through the snickering. “Vess?”, you questioned, standing up only to still feel tiny among them. It was unfair how even killer heels had you feeling minuter. “In his element, ready to go," the usual then. You turned to the mirror while doing the last checkups. Fiddling with the straps of your dress.

“Headset feels good?”, warm hands slipped up your beck, fidgeting with the wires as if he even knew what he was doing. “You just needed an excuse to put your hands on me, sir," you said, pushing back against IV’s chest. He already had his mask on, but from the way his blue eyes flickered, you knew he was smirking at you. “You can’t call the man guilty if you haven’t caught him red-handed, darling,"  he muttered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “And to my defense, the wire wasn’t plugged in,"  he snickers before pulling back. You shook your head as you watched him follow after the boys out. Reaching for your mask, you take a couple of deep breaths to steady your heartbeat. It was going to be a night to remember. You could just feel it. 

And your gut wasn’t wrong. The crowd was wild tonight, and that always set the bend into a different kind of frenzy. For most of the shows, you were usually up there on your pedestal. Looking like a vision cloaked in both light and darkness, there were some songs that Vessle liked having you down there with him. But you always felt almost guilty. You didn’t want the fans to feel like you were there to change the dynamic. Let alone take up a spot that wasn’t yours to take. 

So when you noticed Vessel striding towards you, you couldn’t help but silently shake your head. They had already all been all over each other all night. But you don’t get to run through all of your reasons as to why this was a bad idea before Vessel was in front of your pedestal. Hands reaching up for your ankles before he pointed for you to get down. You shook your head at him, continuing to sing your part. Not wanting the interaction to seem odd, you sank to your knees so you can touch his face, only realizing how wrong this move was once Vessel's hands grip the sides of your hips and you’re airborne before you can even blink. 

A small shriek slips past your lips as you hold onto his shoulders. But no matter what your reaction to this was, he was all smug about it. His white teeth bright against the black paint covering his body. “I don’t like it when you put on unnecessary fights," he mused before turning back to the crowd. So, you let the thrill of the beat take over. Playing into the role of the masked goddess. A siren. That was the beauty of the mask. Such little thing making the biggest difference. Giving one the chance to feel way more confident. 

And it’s II your legs take you to first. His eyes follow your movements all across the stage. With the drum set taking most of his platform he was sat on, playing games with this man was tricky. But it wasn’t impossible. So you slither behind him. Placing your hand on top of his head, you carefully make him look up at you. That same moment, the heel II was so found off finds its way between his parted legs. Without missing a beat, his face is pressed into your upper thigh, fingers dipping beneath the mesh overlay of your dress. And you know there will be hell to pay later on from the way he’s gripping your ankle. You push his face away from your body, throwing him a lighthearted kiss as you hurry down the platform stairs. The roar of the crowd filling all of your senses. 

III is left to your mercy next. And since his eyes were all over you, you knew that even if you were to walk right past him, he would follow you across the stage. So you stand there, motioning with your fingers for him to come to you. Right as your part of the solo vocals came. Ones that boys even called your siren song. You let the melody pour out of you. Watching III sink to his knees in front of you. Your brain blanks for a moment as he leans forward, and you just know why the crowd erupts in chaos. So your fingers find his head, pulling him even closer. Let him paint the picture of devouring you. Worshipping you. And you’re yet again so thankful for the mask covering your face because you know that your face would be as red as the paint on his skin. Especially after he stands back up. Fingers moved to brush over his lips as if he was cleaning them.

You can feel someone’s eyes burning holes in your body, and you’re not even one bit surprised to see IV with his eyes blazing. He was the one you flirted the most with backstage as well. Since day one, there was just that mutual fire you both shared. So the back and forth between you both was never-ending. But if there was one thing IV avoided, it was making any move towards you while everyone was on stage. And while boys took their sweet time being lunatics when it came to you. His play pretend ended with his bandmates. Yet you didn’t miss the glances he threw your way. Or how he would find himself close to your pedestal, close enough to touch but never leaning in. 

And while your head was telling you that maybe he just didn’t want to get involved, your heart was telling you to take yet another leap of faith. So you two stood in front of each other for a heartbeat. And right as Descending’s you came crawling back to me, filled the stage. Your finger hooked beneath the bottom of his mask as you pulled him closer. No matter the blast of sounds around you, you could still make out the growl that slipped past his lips. And since his eyes promised hell, you threw all caution to the wind as you leaned in, smashing your lips against his. You didn’t let it linger for too long; there was little fun in having two masks between you both, but it got the point across well enough. 

IV’s hand reached for you as you moved back away. A freaked-out giggle slipped past your lips as you darted towards your last victim for the night. Well, and shelter now, considering that you had to get away from IV. Vessel was someone you knew had to be worshipped in front of the fans. You weren’t living under a rock. His hands and fingers had separate fan blogs, not to mention his carved-out chest muscles. So you slipped behind him. Letting your fingers trail the sides of him. Finding the sweat-drenched skin. Dragging your nails over the paint, no doubt leave claw marks in its way. 

You rested your head against Vessel’s beck for a heartbeat, hoping to slip from behind him with ease. But you couldn’t have been more wrong because the moment you took the reassured stride away from him. A firm hand gripped your hair as he carefully, yet rather��possessively, dragged you back to him. Pulling your head back so he could look down at you, shaking his head. But the smile gave his controlling demeanor away. “Whatever will we do with you, little Vixen?" You bit your lip, shrugging slightly. Playfully pushing at his chest, you slipped out of his grip. Swaying your hips as you slowly climbed back to the steps of your pedestal. Not letting your brain think of the hell you just set ablaze.

[legendofmorons]

hi!! i hope you're doing well!!

may i request a scenario with hyrule being a little shit with his SO? while yes he is indeed sunshine and flowers he's also quite the trickster!! i love this boy so much 😭 thank you!! 💖

How to date a gremlin

Pairing: Hyrule x reader

Rating: G

Summary: Hyrule loves you dearly, he would do anything for you. Anything except stop teasing you playfully.

Warnings: Hyrule is a little shit, he thinks he's funny, shenanigans

Other: I've added my "Hyrule is half faerie and the 'fairys' in Zelda are fairies" agenda feel free to ask questions if you like.

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You love your significant other, you really really do. Hyrule is a ray of sunshine, always there with a warm smile for you. He's funny and honest, and he's genuinely kind. You love him, and he loves you.

He's gentle with you, sometimes in ways you're not used to. He's always ready to offer you whatever you need to help you feel better.

All of that being said, he's a little shit who is not above attempting to be cute to distract you. It doesn't usually work, but it's amusing to watch, and his shenanigans are usually pretty harmless.

This time, Hyrule has managed to hide your jacket. He won't give it up until one of three things happens: You can kiss him, you can find it and win the 'game', or you can say this isn't funny and he'll stop.

Obviously, he doesn't want to push things too far, but for the moment, you're willing to play along.

You have looked in the obvious places, and even in Wild's pack. So far, you haven't found the jacket.

"Do you give up, love?" Hyrule asks, absolutely beaming.

"No."

He just giggles. Looking entirely too pleased with himself.

How he can look so sweet while being so "evil" you may never know.

You wouldn't change it for the world though.

As the minutes tick by, you start to honestly wonder if you can find it.

And really, an excuse to kiss Hyrule is never too bad.

"Alright, I give up, where is it?" You ask.

Hyrule tuts playfully, "No no, you have to pay for the information. One kiss, my love."

You smile, and give him a quick peck on the lips. Ypu know he was hoping for more but it's getting chilly and you would like your jacket.

You can kiss him more later.

Hyrule just giggles, "Alright, here it is."

He pulls out a small fabric scrap that grows to the right size and shape with a little magic.

And there it is, your jacket.

What a little gremlin.

Your gremlin.

[labyrinthofsphinx]

Masterpost for Murder Husbands Partners AU Comics

Just a side note: these are in narrative order, as in the order you read them, not timeline order. There's quite a few flashbacks here and there, in between the present storyline! Warning: Comics are 18+ in general, as things can get spooky and murdery at any time. Similar warnings as Hazbin Hotel proper. Also, I apologize about the early art X)

Murder Husbands Partners->Murder Husbands Partners cont.

Kitchen Nightmares

Interrogation: Part I, Part II

Shaping up and Shipping Out: Part I, Part II, Part III

Cats, Dogs, and Wild Things: Part I, Part II, Part III

Something Wicked This Way Comes: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V

(Never) Let Me Go: Part I and Part II

Homecoming: Part I , Part II , Part III, Epilogue

And some shenanigans and lore bits from asks in no particular order: Val and Vox , Vox and Vel, The Perfect Date, Now In Color, Movie Time, Vox's non-coping strategies , Aunt Edith, Drunk Alastor (1, 2, 3, 4), Drunk Vox (1), Drunk Vox and Al (1),Tacitus (1, 2), Bodies, Vox's nightmares, Al's nightmares, Drift's nightmares(?), Al's favorite flavor (1, 2, 3, 4), Kids Again, At-Home Care, Al's birthday surprise, Vox's Christmas Party, Fireflies, The Cult of Vox, The Bird, Don't Touch My Things (1, 2, 3, 4, 5), 'Safe'

Season specials: The Halloween special (1, 2)

Non-canon shenanigans: AU meets Canon (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)

[dr-demi-bee]

Day 19--------------------Read on AO3--------------------------

Pairing: Miri/Gale(/Gale) Prompt: Double Penetration Simulacrum shenanigans, Miri is a lucky lady, Gale yaps a lot, very little plot here, NSFW!

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Miri sits on the end of their shared bed at home in Waterdeep, staring at the simulacrum Gale created. The simulacrum sits beside her, staring back with a warm smile - the same smile Gale usually greets her with. Mirroring his steadfast affection.

She's been peering at it curiously since Gale brought it- him- into the room. In so far as she can tell, the construct is an exact duplicate of her husband. Appearance, scent, mannerism... all the same.

Miri turns to look at Gale, who stands beside them at the foot of the bed, with an uncertain furrow to her brows. He can see the slight confusion and hesitation on her beautiful face. He steps closer and places a reassuring hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently.

"You can touch him, you know." He huffs a small chuckle, gesturing towards the simulacrum who remains sitting quietly, still wearing a warm smile. Miri's eyes slide back to the duplicate.

"Would he — " she pauses, her brows furrowing again "— you like that?"

The simulacrum chuckles. Pitch, tone, expression - all a perfect match.

"Of course,” he answers warmly. The simulacrum leans a bit closer to her, studying her expression with soft, tender eyes and a patient smile. “You of all people should know my answer to that."

Gale moves to site on Miri's opposite side, settling a hand on her waist and drawing a soothing line along her hip with his thumb.

She lifts a tentative hand and holds it out to the simulacrum as if offering it to a wild animal to scent. Those bright green eyes flicker over every feature of the magical duplicate, watching every small movement.

The simulacrum offers a soft smile before he lifts his own hand and gently intertwines their fingers, his touch warm and familiar. He holds her hand gently, his thumb stroking across her knuckles the same way that Gale has so many times before. The simulacrum shifts slightly closer to her, his other hand raising to carefully reach for her cheek.

Miri initially flinches back, still a bit skittish, but she forces herself to calm and allow the contact. The hand against her cheek feels the same as the one currently stroking a thumb along the arch of her hip.

The simulacrum's touch is gentle as he cups her cheek in his hand, his palm the same size and shape as Gale's.

"Relax, my love. I won't bite." The simulacrum's voice is soft and familiar, though his smile shows he's clearly amused by her hesitation. He strokes his thumb across the markings on her cheek in the same soothing gesture Gale always uses to calm her.

Miri lets out a soft exhale, her eyes closing at the sensation. Some of the nervous tension eases from her shoulders. The simulacrum raises their joined hands and tenderly kisses her knuckles while he strokes the markings on her face.

"That's it, my love," he murmurs softly.

Gale, silent beside her, moves closer and carefully slips his arm around her waist, gently pulling her closer to him. She feels him press a kiss on her temple as his simulacrum continues to comfort her. Miri hums a soft sound, quickly growing more comfortable.

As she relaxes, the simulacrum moves closer to her. His hand slides across her hip before he carefully lifts her into his lap, much like how Gale would. Gale's hands find their way to her shoulders, gently massaging the muscle while his simulacrum carefully maneuvers her into a comfortable position.

"Oh-"

Miri's surprised at first, but the feeling of both being in Gale's lap and having Gale's hands massaging her back is like heaven. She lets out a low humming growl and relaxes further.

They both chuckle at the sound she makes. The simulacrum cradles her hips as she settles against him. Miri sighs softly, wrapping arms and legs around the simulacrum almost reflexively. Gale continues massaging her shoulders, soothing and unwinding the knots in her muscles with practiced movements.

The simulacrum chuckles, pressing kisses to the side of her neck. Gale's hands find their way to her hair, running his fingers through her wine-colored locks with a usual reverence. Both of his hands start slowly massaging her scalp while his simulacrum nuzzles his face into her collarbone.

Miri's head tips back with a soft moaning sigh at the feel of Gale's fingers massaging her scalp. The sound of her moan makes both men hum, a low sound somewhere between a chuckle and a murmur of approval.

Both lean in to press a kiss on either of her cheeks, making Miri laugh softly. The simulacrum's lips pull up into a smile, and he moves to brush his nose against her collarbone while he slowly moves his hands to slide up her shirt.

Gale leans forward to press a tender kiss on the back of her neck, fingers still massaging her scalp. While he does, the simulacrum moves in and captures her mouth.

"Mm-!" Miri's surprised by the kiss, but it's so familiar - she finds comfort in the way these lips feel against hers. It only takes a moment for her to melt into their combined embrace. Having Gale kissing her hungrily while at the same time feeling his lips traveling over her skin, his hands wandering in too many places at once, has Miri's head spinning.

They move together, the simulacrum and the original working in perfect unison. They shift to move her further onto the bed while they continue to lavish her in kisses. She's hardly able to keep up as they maneuver her easily on the bed with sturdy hands.

The simulacrum slowly pushes her shirt up and over her head, pulling away from the kiss only momentarily. Gale watches them, moving his hands from her hair for just long enough to help slide the shirt over her head.

The simulacrum tosses the shirt to the floor of their bedroom and leans in to pick up where he left off, before his mouth and tongue working his way down the sensitive skin of her neck. Gale's hands return to her skin, smoothing up her back before turning his attention to her ears, working the sensitive, delicate skin of the pointed tip.

Miri lets out soft moans at the feel of his hands at back and breast, only amplified when Gale teases her ears. There’s a pair of hands hands kneading her breasts, caressing the expanse of her thighs, trailing down to her sides and over her hips to find their way under the waistband of her pants.

The simulacrum slowly starts to work her pants down, his teeth worrying the lobe of her ear as he does, drawing another sweet moan from her. The pair of men are able to easily slide the fabric off of her legs, tossing the pants away to join her shirt.

Gale gently pulls her into his lap while his simulacrum moves to kneel on the bed in front of them. He slowly spreads her legs, running his hands along her inner thighs, the touch so familiar.

Miri's panting, her mind spinning from the sensation. Heat flares in her stomach at the sight of Gale between her legs, staring hungrily at her. Or is that the simulacrum?

She tips her head back to peer up at the Gale holding her in his lap. Her hand finds it's way up to run her fingers through the scruff of his beard. Gale smirks back at her with that signature dark and hungry look. He leans down and nuzzles his beard against her neck, his hands slowly rubbing her thighs.

"Having fun my love?"

His simulacrum grins, slowly lowering himself between her legs, his hands gently caressing the insides of her thighs. He stares up at her, just as hungry as his creator.

"I- yes," Miri answers breathlessly. Her eyes move from one Gale to the other - their expressions equally arresting. "Are you? Is this what you wanted?"

"Of course, my love," they respond in unison, making Miri’s ears tilt up at the stereo effect. There's a deep rumble of laughter that rolls through both of them before Gale continues, "To see you enjoying yourself, absolutely. Just as I hoped you would."

The simulacrum slots his hands behind her knees and lifts her legs over his shoulders, bringing his face to her thigh. His breath is hot on her skin and her free hand threads into the simulacrum’s hair as she returns his heated gaze. Then she turns her eyes back to her husband, tilting his face towards hers with the hand on his cheek.

Miri's lips tip up in a grin, amused by the reactions. "But are you enjoying yourself, vhenan?"

Both smile and respond in a breathless whisper, "Gods, yes."

Miri giggles again, and the pair of Gales share a look and grin. The simulacrum chuckles and gently kisses her thighs in response, slowly letting his mouth and tongue wander up her thighs towards the center. Gale hooks a finger under her chin to tip her face up and bring her gaze to him.

"Seeing you like this?" Gale murmurs, "Happily being lavished by two of me at the same time? Yes, I very much am, my love."

He leans in to capture her lips once more. She can feel the evidence of Gale's enjoyment pressing at her lower back.

Miri breathes a soft moan into their kiss. Heat coils in her stomach, a wildfire unspooling through her limbs. The simulacrum's mouth meets her core and she whines.

Both men smile against her, enjoying drawing moan, whine, and growl from her. The feeling of her fingers in their hair, holding them against her skin makes them both shiver with pleasure. Her fingers in the simulacrum's hair pull gently, something that Gale always relishes, and he lets out a low, deep sound from the back of his throat in response. The wizard hums an answer, mimicking the sound his simulacrum just made.

"You like that, my love?" Both Gales hum in the same low, sultry tone that sends another shiver through her.

Her hips squirm slightly as she moans an affirmative, "Yes, Gale, yes-"

Both Gales chuckle at that, enjoying the sound of their name coming out of her lips, sultry and wanting. Gale gently holds her hips in place to prevent her from moving further.

"Such lovely sounds," he rumbles.

The simulacrum's eyes flutter up to her as he continues, his tongue tracing over her, gently coaxing her to say his name again. He continues to slowly tease her, his tongue carefully lavishes her sensitive flesh while his hands tighten against her thighs to keep her still. Gale continues to kiss at her skin, moving down her neck and collarbone.

Miri is quick to comply with those unspoken demands. "Ah- vhenan- Gale!"

Gale smiles, gently kissing her collarbone. "Again, my love," he rumbles between kisses. The simulacrum hums, the vibration adding and another layer of pleasure for her as he gently lets his teeth graze against her. He pulls away only for a moment to add, "Again."

"Gale!"

They both hum in approval, their hands roving and caressing, their lips kissing and teasing. Gale's hands slide up from her hips to her breasts, kneading and teasing the sensitive peaks of her nipples.

He gently nibbles at one long ear, murmuring against her skin, "Again, my love."

The simulacrum grins, his breath hot on her as he speaks, "One more time."

"Ahn- do not tease me, Gale," she pants. Their combined attentions have her hurtling towards release - and she knows they know it.

"Would I do that?" Gale hums against her neck, "When you're so close like this?”

"Tease you?" The simulacrum grins, the hot of his breath just millimeters from where she wants it. “When you're trembling in our arms? When you're begging so sweetly for it?"

Gale's hands continue to tease and knead while the simulacrum watches, hovering his mouth just over her instead of continuing. Miri whines and tugs in the simulacrum's hair. The simulacrum grins at the feel, a shiver wracking his body.

"How impatient can you get, my love?" The simulacrum purrs.

"Impatient," Gale murmurs with a laugh, his mouth moving back to her ears. He laughs again when he feels her writhe between them. "Desperate."

"Needy,” the simulacrum hums, just as amused, “Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

"I should have known you would be worse as two," she breathes. Miri growls with frustration. Both men laugh at that, the sound a bubbling stereo.

"Worse? Worse than what, my love?"

"I think you mean better." The simulacrum kisses her hip, nipping gently at her skin.

"You can't tell me that having two of me at the same time isn't something you've craved."

The flush of her cheeks darkens slightly, and they grin at her expression. She has, plenty of times, imagined how it might feel. When watching his mirror images or when he has a simulacrum helping with work...

But not like this. Not twice the teasing.

"You are maddening," Miri complains.

"Maddening," Gale repeats, before gently biting her collar.

"Maddening, but good," the simulacrum adds sultrily, before resuming his attentions, his tongue swirling back around her core. She mewls, the feeling rocketing pleasure up her spine.

"You're enjoying it, aren't you?” Gale breathes low in her ear. His forefingers dance over the tips of her breasts. “You want more, don't you?"

"Yes! More, please!"

Both moan softly, murmuring their approval and shivering at the sound of her pleading.

"You're so good, my love," Gale murmurs between kisses along her neck. The simulacrum grins against her skin. "So eager, so perfect, so beautiful. How can I refuse such a lovely request?"

The simulacrum moves mouth and tongue with practiced skill, lavishing and swirling in just the right way to bring her the most pleasure. Miri's toes curl and her legs tense. One hand clutches tight to Gale's thigh while the other grips the simulacrum's hair. They hold her in place between them, their hands firm and steady, their attention unrelenting. She breathes out a ragged moan as she grows ever closer.

Gale whispers against the sensitive skin of her ear, "That's it, Miri, let go."

The simulacrum hums in agreement, not breaking his pace or attention. It only takes a moment more before she's crying out and trembling with her release. Both men smile with self-satisfaction, humming their approval in dark rumbles. They continue their attention gently, easing her through her orgasm.

"That's it, my love. You did so well. Such a good girl, so gorgeous, so perfect," they take turns to murmur their approval, watching her as she rides through the aftershocks.

The simulacrum hums as he lifts his head, his mouth and beard slick with the taste of her. He licks his lips, grins, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he rises to his knees.

The wizard and his creation share a look between themselves above her, then look back down at her between them. Miri trembles slightly, trying to find her bearings. Her hands grasp at them as her chest heaves.

"Ready for more, my love?"

"More..." She answers softly. Both men shiver at the sound, her voice low and sultry, the huskiness of it speaking directly to the very core of them.

"You're so good for us, my love," Gale murmurs.

The simulacrum nods, "So perfect, so lovely."

Gale moves to sit propped up against the headboard, gently pulling her into his lap and into an embrace. Miri hums appreciatively, pressing her chest against Gale's as she straddles his lap. She strokes her hands over his cheeks and through his hair, placing tender kisses over his face. Gale smiles warmly at her, kissing her brow and letting his hands soothe and stroke over her skin while the simulacrum follows to kiss and nuzzle her neck from behind. When the simulacrum presses against her back Miri lets out another soft sound - to feel her husband press against both back and front is an exhilarating feeling.

"You're both over dressed," she murmurs. Her hands slide down over Gale's throat to his collar, slipping her hands under his shirt in search of skin.

"That can easily be fixed, my love." Gale quickly pulls his shirt over his head and discard it on the floor somewhere out of sight. Miri growls appreciatively, her hands quickly moving over newly exposed skin. He shivers and moans appreciatively when her warm hands run over his skin.

The simulacrum chuckles from behind her, his mouth against her ear. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" He asks.

"I think she is," comes Gale's response, his words followed by a low moan as her hands drift across his chest and down his abdomen, teasing with sharp nails.

"Very much," Miri answers. She turns slightly to make eye contact with the simulacrum, and pointedly tugs on his shirt.

Gale chuckles, "Such impatience."

The simulacrum grins and pulls off his shirt in a fluid movement. Identical to his original’s, both covered in the same constellations of freckles, both with the same happy trail of dark hair all the way down their stomach, both with the same hair on their chest. He grins down at her from his place behind her, looking into her eyes.

"Is that better, my love?"

Miri tugs him by the neck in for a heated kiss. He follows that tug willingly, capturing her mouth with his. Gale chuckles, enjoying watching them together, his hands drifting over her skin and enjoying the way her hips press against him.

"It's an improvement," she murmurs when they part.

The simulacrum grins against her mouth, "Only an improvement?" He mumbles between kisses.

"It can get better," she teases back. Miri slips out of the simulacrum's kisses to kiss Gale instead. The simulacrum laughs and watches her kiss Gale. He moves to press his body against her back, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and placing kisses and gentle nips on her skin.

Gale hums as she kisses him, his hands finding her hips and pulling her closer, pressing his hips up against her.

"And how could it get better, my love?" He murmurs against her mouth. Miri's hands trail down to tug at his trousers.

"I think you know," she breathes back between heated kisses.

Gale chuckles and grins, his voice dropping as he teases, "Ah, I see."

"How eager," the simulacrum hums, his breath hot on her neck. He slips one of his hands down between her thighs. His fingers expertly find her clit and swirl gently. Miri moans, her head tipping back as the feeling makes her knees buckle slightly but the simulacrum’s other arm banded around her waist keeps her upright. He grins against her neck, and mumbles, "There you go, just like that, my love."

Gale takes advantage of her momentary distraction, quickly removing his trousers and tossing them aside. The simulacrum guides her forward, and Gale smiles up at her when her body is settled firmly over his. His hands find her hips, squeezing as he guides her to press against him. Miri growls appreciatively, gripping onto Gale's shoulders.

"That's it, Miri," Gale murmurs, his voice low and breathless with desire.

The simulacrum hums an agreement in her ear, his hand slipping between her legs once more - just enough space between Gale and Miri for him to resume his attention. Miri's hips roll, chasing the sensation from the simulacrum. She looks to Gale, eyes dark and lips parted hungrily, a wordless request for more. He smirks back at her, both hands grasping her hips to keep her still.

"Always so impatient, my love," he chides lightly, grinning at her.

"So eager, so needy," the simulacrum agrees and nuzzles his face into her neck, his breath warm against her skin.

Gale shifts, raising her hips slightly before lining himself up, his voice dropping lower to ask, "Are you ready for me, my love?"

"Yes, please," Miri answers.

The simulacrum grins against her neck at her pleading, his hands gripping her hips and holding her in place. Gale grins up at her with that same, familiar, handsome smile.

"Since you asked so nicely." He guides her hips and lowers her onto his aching length, his breath caught in his throat at the delicious slide into her wet heat. He truly can never tire of the delight of his wife. Miri sighs a rough moan - pleasure and relief both as he fills her - and Gale moans with her.

His head falls back, exposing the lovely column of his neck to her. Miri leans in to lick and kiss and nip at the sensitive skin. The simulacrum leans in with her, his voice low in her ear as his hands caress and exploring her skin, "You're doing so well, my love. Taking him so well."

The added attention from the simulacrum behind her has her shivering. Her hips shift with small thrusts against Gale, breathing soft whimpers.

"That's it, my love," he murmurs raggedly between breaths.

The simulacrum grins and grips her hips a bit tighter, nipping gently at her shoulder, his own hot breath on her skin. She whines against Gale's skin as the simulacrum holds her still. The simulacrum grins, using his hands to guide her on her husband in languid thrusts, his nose nuzzling against her skin.

"Such lovely sounds, my love," Gale hums, the words half lost between breaths.

"Such a good girl," the simulacrum echoes.

Miri mewls softly against Gale’s throat, the sensations and the praise making her shudder. The pair of them moan softly, the sound of her like music and honey. Both men nuzzle her, murmuring praise and endearments and love in her ear.

"So perfect," the simulacrum mumbles between kisses.

"You're a wonder," the wizard hums against her skin.

Miri's head tips back again with heavy pants, feeling near delirious at the feel of them both pressed so tight against her. Gale filling her and his simulacrum grinding against her back needily. They shiver and moan against her, two sets of hands gripping her skin and exploring her body while two sets of lips place hot, open-mouthed kisses on her skin.

"So lovely," both of them murmur against her skin, their voices low, breathless, and dripping with need and affection.

"Gale," she whines, desperate and needy.

"I'm here, my love," both of them answer, alternating nips at her skin.

"I'm right here," says one of them against her neck.

"I've got you," says the other, the simulacrum, his hands holding her hips firmly in place.

Both sets of hands run across her body, exploring and caressing and claiming her, leaving no part of her flesh unattended to. She can only whine and moan as they hold her, one of them teasing her clit with his fingers, the other kneading the flesh of her hips and rear. All the while they continue to kiss and suck and nip at her skin.

Gale moans softly, his hips rolling up to meet hers, her name a breathless mantra on his lips.

"Look at you," the simulacrum murmurs in her ear, his voice dripping with need and desire. She turns her face to nuzzle against him. "You're beautiful. Such a good girl for me, for us."

"I want you too," she pleads breathlessly, making the pair of them shiver and moan.

"Such a greedy thing," one of them murmurs against her neck.

"What do you want of us, my love?" The other purrs in her ear.

"Both," she pants, "Together," Miri whines, "Inside."

The simulacrum nips gently at her shoulder, his hands gripping her hips, his body pressed flush against her. His voice is low and wanton as he asks, "Are you sure, my love?"

Gale echoes him with a groan "Are you sure you can take us both, my love?"

"Please," Miri whines, wriggling between them. She needs it. Craves it. "I can-"

"Ah, my love, you're going to be the death of us," he duplicate murmurs against her shoulder.

"So impatient," the original agrees.

Miri whines again as Gale continues to drag pleasure from her with each move of his hips. All of their hands are busy working and touching and caressing her, making her gasp and tremble in their arms. The hand swirling her sensitive bud makes her back arch, and when another hand starts slicking her with oil she moans.

They shiver again, their eyes dark and hungry, their hands roaming over her skin, leaving it burning under their touch.

"Look at you, you're so good for us, so beautiful."

"So ready," the simulacrum mumbles against her shoulder, "You're so good for us, my love. Our perfect girl."

Miri leans forward to brace herself against Gale. Her hips shift restlessly as they work her open with deliberate tenderness. They watch her with hungry eyes, their movements getting more desperate and heated.

"That's it, my love," Gale mumbles, "Such a good girl."

The simulacrum hums an agreement, his lips trailing over her shoulders, "Just a little more, my love. You're doing so well."

Another finger and she's moaning and trembling - anticipation and pleasure both.

"You're so good, my love," Gale murmurs, "Doing so well for us."

He grips her hips a little tighter to steady her, while his simulacrum nuzzles into the crook of her neck. His words breathless and soft against her skin, "Ready for us, my love?"

"Yes," Miri pants, "Please-"

"Ah, you’re so perfect, my love," they murmur against her skin, their breath coming out in heated gasps. Both of them are so desperate for her, both of them needing her, wanting to feel her around them, needing to have her.

"So perfect," they breathe against her, Gale murmuring between ragged breaths, the simulacrum mumbling against her skin, "Our good, perfect girl."

Gale stills, holding her still flush against his hips. The simulacrum presses against her from behind, gentle and loving with every movement.

"Please," she whines again. She watches the simulacrum over her shoulder.

The simulacrum slowly slides his hips forward, gently pressing into her. Miri gasps and quivers, clutching tight to her husband. They shiver and gasp and hold her tight as the simulacrum slides steadily into her, both of them murmuring words of praise and encouragement and need.

"We’ve got you, Miri. We’ve got you."

"Look at you, my love," Gale mumbles between gasps, his eyes shining with adoration and dark with lust, "You're doing so well for us."

Miri tucks her face against Gale's, trembling with the force of her pleasure, her need. "Vhenan," she murmurs breathlessly.

"I love you," they both breathe, holding her tight against them, mumbling the words into her skin. She echoes it feebly, lost in the throes.

Never had she felt so much all at once. Miri's head is spinning. She whines as they hold her still, both pressed fully flush against her as the simulacrum stops moving. Both men loose long, ragged groans at the feel of it - of her and of each other.

Gale shivers, his head dropping against her shoulder, his voice low and strained with pleasure, "Ah, Miri, you're so good- so good for us-"

They shiver and gasp, the sensation of her in their arms, pressed so tight between them, is overwhelming. They murmur breathless words of praise and need against her skin. It becomes disjointed as they grow ever more affected.

Slowly, they find a steady rhythm together. Gale and his simulacrum move in concert, sliding in and out in alternation. The room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin and the soft cries of their pleasure. All three grow slick with sweat, hastily exchanging open mouthed kisses between heavy lungfuls of air.

And when at last they find their climaxes, a carefully orchestrated concert of thrusts and fingers stroking, they collapse in a heap. Miri lays languid and sated between them. The simulacrum gives Gale a proud, knowing smile. They cuddle her together for some time before Gale dismisses the illusion and pulls the covers over them both - Miri already fast asleep. This is one experiment Gale will certainly be repeating again.

@lanafofana @12thhouse-sun @waterdeep-weavemoss

@crimson-and-lavender @feedthepheasants @spooky-lil-bee

[flamedraco]

TNT Duo Halloween Bingo

I want to host a TNT Duo fic/art prompt event! Starting from today (October 1) to the end of October 31st!

The prompts are as follows: Shadows Vampires Costume Party Trick or Treat Ghost Demon Witch Folklore Scary Movie Possession Graveyard Zombie Werewolf Full Moon Blood Serial Killer Masquerade Haunted House Fae Haunted Forest Cursed Mirror Painting Familiar

And here are some BONUS PROMPTS (these are just for fun and a bit more detailed than the previous ones): Horror of a Popular Fandom AU: This prompt is when you take an AU that's popular in fandom culture, and you twist it into something horror based. For example, I plan on doing a horror version of a Hannhaki AU. But you can make horror versions of any AU if you try hard enough. Coffee Shop, Flower Shop, Canon Divergence. If the AU is popular and widespread across fandoms as a whole, it can count. Go wild with this one.

Sci-Fi Horror: This one is pretty simple, there is a lot of potential for horror stories when it comes to Sci-Fi elements. Whether you're going with something FNAF inspired or tackling the fear of the unknown with space, there are options.

The Deep Blue Sea: The ocean is a horrifying place and there's a lot of potential for scary spooky shit to happen miles under the surface of the water. This prompt can just be anything involving underwater horror, whether that be ancient eldritch magic and lost cities, or just something large and terrifying that a human can't possibly comprehend in its entirety.

Eldritch: Honestly surprised I didn't think of this when I was coming up with the prompts for the original Bingo sheet itself. This one is very simple, general eldritch horror in whatever form you as a writer or artist or whatever else sees fit. Admittedly there's a lot of room for eldritch shenanigans right there on the board, but consider this a little extra for any creatives who might want a bit more freedom on how and why something is eldritch.

This concludes the bonus prompts.

I meant to post about this event earlier but didn't have the bingo sheet ready until today (thank you Boo from my Discord server who put it together!)

I would like to stress that this is an event for c!TNT Duo, as I do not support William Gold in any way shape or form. I just love the characters and love Halloween so I figured it would be a fun project to work on throughout October.

There's no pressure to participate, nor any real rules other than it being strictly for the characters. Tag your fics and art with "TNT Duo Halloween Bingo". And that you, obviously, cannot have a fanwork count for multiple bingo squares. If it uses two or three of those concepts it can only count for one. Of course, keeping all of them together in a oneshot book or art book or whatever is acceptable, just don't use one fanwork to count for multiple prompts.

There is no prize, this is just meant to be a silly fun thing for anyone who might want some Halloween inspiration for the characters.

Please enjoy!

-Flame Draco

[howlsofbloodhounds]

(cw: suggestive)

i refuse to believe not one person in the freaky diabolicule have a wild kink. would be funny if killer is NOT the kinky one. he starts jokingly spread rumours about the other two, and horror, usually more distanced to killer's bs shenanigans, just nonchalantly confirms "yeah i guess i do have a knife kink". murder chimes in to confirm "he does have a knife kink". and now killer.exe has stopped working.

~ crowshipping anon

how the hell does murder know that horror has a knife kink crow. how did he learn this information crow.

and imagine if this actually ruins killer’s fun lmao. imagine if killers a virgin and also somewhere on the ace spec and has not actually explored kinks in a sexual setting and now hes uncomfortable and confused. they ruined it :( like yeah he likes pain and he likes hurting others and he likes blood and knives and danger and control but not like that :( at least he doesn’t think so :(

and murder and horror are like “you let people hurt you without a safe word? you hurt people without a safe word?” and killers like “safeword? huh? what is it you are saying to me now? that saying a word can make pain stop? that’s a lie no it can’t you just gotta wait until its over or be me and like it and seek it out and now get to choose when it happens” and they just stare at him

i wonder how killers experiences would shape his views on things like consent and the idea of bdsm and kink, platonic or sexual.

[manynarrators]

Hear me out: an Armand/Lestat “we’re not actually dating but we’re doing couples therapy to see how long it takes the therapist to realize that” au.

They are forced to address the Nicki Shaped Elephant in the room, and also the Claudia shaped one. This is not, actually, the most productive session and ends with a lot of screaming. The next session, however, a comparative success! Who knew that once they actually talked about the whole thing, it helps?

The therapist realizes they’re… strangely in sync, masters of communication without speaking (it’s telepathy, that’s what it is).

How much are they hiding the vampirism/time? I suspect it’s… a token attempt but not well done. None of the dates line up in ways that make any sense to a human. They seem to share at least one ex?

They both seem to like theatre though! Maybe that can be a point of rekindling their relationship…? (Initially refused by both of them, and then they come in one session still bickering about the show they saw the night before). This is progress?

I suspect the actual idea is Lestat’s because I can’t see it being Armand’s, but the story they pitch to the therapist is that it’s Armand’s suggestion. The backstory is simultaneously too elaborate and not detailed enough.

Every time the therapist starts to consider the suggestion that they just… break up, they do something that shows just how obsessed they are with each other (this is genuine). Privately, the therapist has the thought of “these two deserve each other because no one else should be subjected to them” which a gives two things: make them even more certain these two actually are together, and, after they leave, to make Armand and Lestat laugh, because sadly, their thoughts aren’t nearly as secret as they might like.

Please someone, tell me other wild shenanigans you can see these two subjecting their therapist to. What are they actually like in session?

[venomous-ragno]

One day whilst scrolling though Tumblr I saw a post (that I'd love to link but can't seem to find) by the lovely @konigdaddy and I was never the same after.

So I wrote it.

I take requests btw;)

Tags: König x you, female bodied reader, nsfw, you sit on his face and he absolutely devours you

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, face sitting, obvs nsfw

Masterlist

Unhinged. Wild. Relentless.

That's how you've come to know him, the king of the field; he whose presence alone commands respect. Recruits stiffen when he passes, shut their mouths and one would think they forgot to breathe when he levels them with those piercing blues of his - his achievements are well known and his silence speaks volumes.

Perhaps that's why you couldn't keep your eyes off him.

That lingering thought you tried to push back, only for it to return and fester in your mind like an open wound; you wanted to know more, needed to know more.

He knew.

He always knew.

Call it anxiety, call it a sixth sense, König never failed to recognise the warmth in his neck from your gaze stuck to it. He never mentioned it though. You expected him to call you out on it, ask you what the hell your problem was, that you should focus on something else, but it never came. He let you watch him. Eyes met, your gaze wavered and yet, when you looked back, his didn’t.

It's safe to say that he had you. Drawn like a moth to the flame, always following that light as if it were calling for you; took some months until you got to feel its warmth though.

A coincidence, really. You passed by the workshop after work and listened in on the mechanics idly chattering away. Their typical, unfiltered banter never failed to get a chuckle out of you, and as you warmed up to their rough but well meaning ways, a clapback or two as well.

It's safe to say you won them over in the short time you'd been a member of KorTac - but they made no such distinction as they waved you over, spoke of an outing with the squad, that you had no business missing out on.

You laughed. Of course you'd be there.

Alcohol, card games and drunken shenanigans. Drunk men who got to relax for once, drown their sorrows in terribly off tune pop songs as they accused each other of cheating only to forget all about it over some shots.

The booze would have your head swim. Surely. That knot in your abdomen a telltale sign of one glass too many. You'd stumble back to your dorm, plop down on your hard mattress and doze off, perhaps hug the toilet the mornibg after.

So how the hell did you end up like this?

Clothes lay scattered across the floor. A dorm room indeed, but not yours. Head dizzy and body hot, but not from any drink you may have had. And that knot in your abdomen, getting more and more intense the longer those thick arms wrapped around your thighs-

It's safe to say that your night should not have ended like this.

"Sit on my face."

Your breath hitches.

"What?"

König's relaxed eyes meet your wide ones. The empty shot glass rolls between his fingers.

"I said what I said."

"You're drunk", you reply. No doubt that the sheer, utter bewilderment in your tone didn't go past him.

"Strange", he leans back, throws his arm over the chairs lean. "I don't feel drunk."

You swallow hard. Throat dry and fingers clenching the glass in your hand, you push your luck, fuelled by the alcohol warming your cheeks.

"Then... What do you feel?"

You regret asking as soon as the words leave your lips. König smirks, tilts his head. You look in his eyes and bite your lip; that dark gleam you always thought to be your imagination... Is anything but.

König. One of KorTac's best and most wanted. The one you'd stolen glances at, thoughts wandering 'till your thighs rubbed against one another.

That very same man now breathed against your skin, decorated with hickeys and marks the shape of this teeth. Fingers dug into your thighs whenever your attention drifted off; he wanted you here, focus on him and nothing else. He hummed at your every whimper. Cupped your jaw to have your eyes meet his as he whispered to your lips:

"Let me hear you."

How could you not? He had you in his palm, melting between his fingers. You shivered at his very touch and he smirked a way that had you squirm. At this point you weren't even sure how long he'd been feasting on you. His tongue never left your skin, pushing deeper into you, circling, nibbling. König revered your taste, touch and feel. If you thought him to be drunk at the bar then he was nothing short of intoxicated now.

Your voice is breathless as you call out to him.

"Mhm", he mumbles.

His grip on you didn't ease even as your hips quivered at his tongue. He was relentless. Attacking your swollen clit time and time again, pressing to your hot lips, your core.

Your mouth goes dry and you still moan his name.

König doesn't let up. He licks and sucks and your body grows hotter by the second, hands desperately clenching the bedsheets, his hair, anything to help you stay grounded. Electric tingles, waves, then bolts, he keeps you flush to him, groaning with heavy breaths and you almost sob as the tension grows and grows and-

Nothing.

It takes your racing mind to catch on. Heart still beating in an unforgiving rythm, you whine at the ache, the lack of climax right about to hit you in all its might.

His low chuckle brings you back.

"Not yet." He licks his lips. "The night's still young, mäuschen."

[crowpickingss]

a snake and a crow

morgie x gn! shapeshifter reader

summary: you can shape shift but your preferred shape is a crow. You form a close bond with him as a crow

warnings: crying

a/n: first (technically second) morgie fic. sorry for the cliffhanger but yes they are together now

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No one at school knew you could shape shift. You didn’t even know until your mother told you a couple weeks ago. While you had transformed into different things your favourite was a crow. There was just something so fascinating about the bird.

You also liked the fact the you could spy on people. One day on your spying trips you noticed a boy sitting down by a tree. You perch onto a branch above him. You peer down to see him reading. Although the book he was reading looked like it belonged in a kindergarten you didn’t really care.

He noticed you when he heard rustling in the leaves “Oh hey crow” he reached out his arm for you to perch on. You decided to do it better than just watching. When you landed he seemed amused and he started to glide his finger around your head “You’re a cute crow you know that, I wish I could keep you but you belong in the wild” when he said that a wicked idea popped in your head.

For the next couple of weeks you followed him around as a crow. Every time he saw you he would smile, even if his day had been terrible. He would talk to you about his day and sometimes feed you bird feed (that he bought just for you)

When exam weeks started to inch closer you put a halt on your crow shenanigans instead using your free time to study. Every time you passed him in the hallway he would look more and more sad.

One day you found him sitting at the tree crying being comforted by hook. Being the slightly caring person you are you went to check on him “Is everything alright, I heard crying” Morgie dug his head further into his knees “His pet crow hasn’t visited in a couple days, he’s just worried” Hook reassured you.

As you walked off you couldn’t help but feel bad. At first this was your plan to get back at him for being mean to so many people. But after spending time with him you realised he’s not that mean.

You transformed back into a crow and flew down next to him and hook. He lifted his head when he felt you walk over his foot. He sniffled but smiled when his friend had returned “You came back” he held you in his hand and brought you close to his chest “I love you crow” he placed a small kiss on your forehead and waved as you flew away

When you transformed back you were flustered cheeks bright pink. The next day you found him in the forest. The previous night you had decided to finally tell him or rather show him your true form. When he stopped at the lake he sat down and left his arm out for you to perch on.

You instead landed on the ground “You’re acting different today crow, everything alright?” You decided then and there you were going to transform. You mustered up all the courage you had and transformed.

He was shocked to say the least, taken aback by the sudden appearance of a human. He kept stuttering in his speech “Y-you’re a human, what?” You laughed a little “Yeah, sorry for uh not telling you sooner” You had expected him to have ran away yet he stayed “As much as I love you as a crow I think I like you better as a human” You look at him confused “What?” This time he laughed “Do you want to go out with me?”

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[r0-boat]

Possessive

Cat hybrid! Ingo x reader x Cat hybrid! Emmet

Cw: slight yandere, jealous, and possessive Behavior.

They owe you their lives for rescuing them. Ingo I'll never forget the day it was a cold snowy night him and his brother, who had been surviving outside for as long as they could remember seeking refuge in an old abandoned train tunnel. Emmet being stubborn, refusing his brother's torn coat no matter how cold he was. Him and his brother were tired cold and starving this town was unforgiving too wild hybrids and they were not cute kittens anymore and nobody was willing to bring home two strange men.

Thats when Emmet, trying desperately to huddle into his own clothing for warmth, noticed a bright light coming down the tunnel. As the bright light approached they noticed a figure, a human. Emmet hissed at the figure, all day they had been running from mean humans and other hybrids just to find a spot to sleep but Ingo did not want any trouble he understood his brothers frustration but responding hostility would only brew more hostility. The human had a green uniform and the light came from a lantern they were holding. They came to inspect the old railway tunnel as their boss was hoping to remodel and refurbish for future use. But they did not expect to find two hybrids cold and dirty looking glaring up at them. The one with a smile was growling at you, his tail fluffed and his ears flattened. The one who had a frown his voice scratchy husky as if he was suffering from a cold spoke quietly

"Please we do not want any trouble if we're trespassing; we'll leave immediately."

Your heart broken too technically they were trespassing but you couldn't just kick them out like this.

"Do you need help? Here come with me."

Ingo with speechless, unable to answer this was a random human who offered their help normally he wouldn't trust strangers but they are in no shape to decline help of any kind Emmet was confused. Surely this was some kind of joke? But seeing his brother take the humans offered hand, he was still wary, but he would have done the same.

Now, their lives have changed. Ingo smiles fondly, seeing his brother now practically begging for the human's attention.

Emmet hated you at first; he would stay respectful and cordial, but other than that, you'd always keep his distance. If he weren't with his brother, he'd be somewhere else. Now he's attached to you to the hip, insisting on following you around anywhere. And he can't blame him. You are as kind and gentle as your heart, taking in two strange hybrids, opening up your home to them and your heart. And their mind has saved their lives. They are indebted to you, and they'll happily do anything and be anything you desire.

Now they walk side by side with you, your scary "dog" privileges. You like they keep the creeps away, but sometimes…

"Ingo… I told you we were going to have a guest tonight. Why did you throw him back out?" You were sad and Confused. You brought home a date, and for some reason, you are normally polite and well-mannered. Hybrids started acting strangely, cold, and childish, squishing themselves in between you and your date. Literally and figuratively, as they squeeze themselves in between the two of you or cut into your conversations, anything to steal your attention until your date who has gotten fed up with their shenanigans and leaves your home.

"My dear, I don't know what it was about him, but he didn't feel right to me," Ingo said.

"What are you talking about? He was great, perfect even. Emmet ?" Looking over at his brother for his opinion Emmet who had a triumphant smile on his face, bluntly stated, "Good riddance, I'd say. He did not deserve you."

You sighed in frustration, resting your head in your hands. This was the third date they had chased off. It's not like going somewhere would stop them the last two times you tried; they were conveniently in the same place you were.

"Guys, please. If you don't stop chasing people the way I might actually get a partner. And not die alone."

Emmet wiped his head around, walking toward you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. "don't say that; you are not alone because you have us."

Ingo agrees, taking your hand in his, steel gray eyes staring into yours. " That's right, you already are a part of our 3-car train. You don't need anyone else."

[kk095]

Alexa’s Arrhythmia

*hello everyone! I know it's been awhile since my last story, so I apologize about the delay. I hope you all enjoy this one!*

Alexa was a 22 year old girl of Asian descent, standing at a compact 5 foot 1, having a more petite build. She had wavy, medium length hair with a middle part that was dyed platinum blonde. The young lady was heavily tattooed, with bright, colorful sleeves on both arms, tattoos up and down both legs, a few small pieces on the tops of her hands and fingers, along with a handful of other tattoos scattered elsewhere around her body. There were piercings in both her nipples, as well as a nose ring. Alexa’s style was always more revealing, showing off her tattoos and her cute, dainty figure. She took care of her appearance, always making sure her hair, nails, and makeup were on point.

Looks weren’t the only thing going for Alexa. She was very bubbly, outgoing, and a ton of fun to be around. However, that fun regularly crossed the line. Alexa was the life of the party and a total wild child. It seemed like her and her friends were always up to some sort of shenanigans. But last night, Alexa’s reckless, carefree partying had major consequences for the first time, resulting in her night ending in our emergency department.

It was discovered Alexa had used a large dose of an unknown, synthetic party drug that just hit the streets. The substance was in the form of a black, octagon shaped pill that was half the size of a dime with no markings, stamps, or engravings whatsoever. Alexa wrongly assumed the pills she acquired were molly (MDMA), a substance she had used casually. This misjudgment would prove to be a dire mistake for the tatted up party girl.

When Alexa arrived at our emergency department, she was completely inconsolable, crying hysterically. She was thrashing and flailing around quite dramatically on the trauma room table. Her heart was absolutely racing at 185bpm, on the verge of ventricular tachycardia. She felt a pinching sensation inside her chest, combined with severe heart palpitations.

She was sitting on the trauma room table in the upright position, stripped down to just her black bra and matching underwear. There were EKG electrodes stuck onto her chest, IVs set up in each arm, and a nasal cannula in her nostrils. Due to her dangerously high heart rate and unstable vital signs, the monitors beeped and chirped loudly, creating a tense and ominous tone in the room.

Alexa was absolutely terrified. This wasn’t her first rodeo with party drugs, but she knew something was seriously wrong this time. “HELP ME! PLEASE…” She sobbed, flailing around on the table. “we’re here to help you. I just need you to stay still so the nurses can take a look.” Lindsay calmly reassured. “HELP ME! PLEASE!!!” Repeated Alexa. “and we will sweetie! Just stay still for us, ok?” Nurse Nancy chimed in, trying to console the visibly upset young lady. “MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!” Alexa sobbed, squirming around feverishly. “Nancy, let’s try to calm her down. I wanna run some labs and get a stat tox screen on her. We need to know what she took.” Lindsay explained. Nurse Nancy nodded in acknowledgement to the doctor, and went to draw the blood samples required. “NO! NO NEEDLES! NO NEEDLES!!!” Alexa screamed since she always had a phobia of needles. “it’s just gonna be a quick stick hunny. It’ll be fast, I promise.” Reassured Nancy. “NO! THEY ALREADY GAVE ME ONE IN THE AMBULANCE!” Protested Alexa, referring to the IVs that the medics had set up. “I know you already got a needle in the ambulance, but we have to do this so you can feel better. Understand?” Nancy reasoned. “NO MORE NEEDLES! JUST MAKE IT STOP!” Alexa continued to resist, leaning back, shaking her back and forth dramatically indicating ‘no’. “well, if you don’t want us to draw the blood we need, then you have to tell us what you took.” Nancy’s tone getting more firm that time. “I don’t know…. It was just a couple of pills!” Alexa replied, her voice wobbly, tears streaming down her face. “a couple pills? Have you taken these before? What did it look like?” probed Nancy, hoping to get any bit of information she could work with. “I DON’T KNOW! I thought it was just molly or something…” the girl sobbed in response. “Well, was it molly? We’re not here to judge you hun. We just need to know what you took so we can help you.” Explained Nancy. “I DON’T KNOW! JUST MAKE IT STOP!” yelled Alexa, in hysterics.

Nancy sighed, starting to feel frustrated. It seemed like Alexa was just being uncooperative and unwilling to tell the team what she took. Since Alexa was also a fast, erratically moving target, nobody wanted to risk a needle stick injury while trying to draw labs. As far as chemical restraints went, nobody felt comfortable giving her any sedatives or benzos, fearing an adverse reaction with whatever was already in her system. The team was at a standstill to some extent, contemplating their next steps. Alexa’s heart rate was also through the roof, and her EKG was abnormal, so the team had to get her calm enough to run labs and start chemical cardioversion to try and stabilize her.

Before the team could decide what exactly their next move would be, Alexa’s symptoms worsened. She let out a loud, high pitched yelp, clenching her chest in pain with one hand, her eyes slamming shut for a few seconds. “Alexa? What’s the matter sweetie?” Nurse Nancy asked, concerned about the sudden change. “My heart! My heart’s getting pinched!” Answered Alexa. “I’m scared… I’m so scared…” She went on, crying her eyes out. “I know it’s scary, but we’re gonna take great care of you.” Soothed Nancy. “now, can you tell us what you took? We aren’t gonna get you in trouble. We aren’t gonna judge you. We just want to help.” Continued Nancy, feeling it was a good opportunity to pry for information again. “I DON’T KNOW! I TOLD YOU I DON’T KNOW! IT WAS JUST A COUPLE PILLS, I SWEAR!” Alexa bawled.

Dr Lindsay was looking at the monitors the whole time Nancy and Alexa were talking, and didn’t like what she was seeing. The doctor saw a narrow QRS complex and a short RP interval. Given these findings, combined with the 185bpm heart rate, Lindsay determined Alexa was experiencing something known as junctional ectopic tachycardia- a form of v-tach that needs to be electrically cardioverted in order to restore normal cardiac activity. Lindsay got Nancy’s attention. “hey Nance. We’re gonna have to cardiovert her. Let’s get the pads on her.” Lindsay commanded. Nancy then started to get the defib pads set up. While that was going on, Lindsay tried to explain what was going on. “Alexa? Your heart is beating in a very dangerous rhythm right now. In order to fix it, we have to give you a quick shock from the defibrillator pads. It’ll feel a little uncomfortable, but it’ll be over with before you know it.” Lindsay explained. “WHAT? NO. NO WAY. NO SHOCK.” Resisted Alexa. “I’m sorry. If there was a more comfortable way, believe me, we’d do that. But unfortunately this is the only way to go here.” Doctor Lindsay reasoned. Alexa didn’t respond to Lindsay. All she did was cry for a moment. “I’m so scared… what’s happening to me?...” She finally asked. “We’re trying to get to the bottom of that. I just need you to stay still and stay calm for me.” Lindsay calmly answered.

Nurse Nancy stuck the defib pads onto Alexa’s chest. “Ok Nancy, let’s charge to 100.” Lindsay ordered. The electric whirring of the defibs charging could be heard. “No… no…no…” the patient uttered under her breath, knowing the shock was about to come. Finally the defibs were ready. “Alexa? We’re gonna shock you now, ok?” Lindsay told the patient. “no! Don’t shock me… nonono!” She begged, her eyes wide with fear. But Lindsay, Nancy, and the rest of the team had a job to do. The shock button was hit, and the shock was delivered. “AHHH!” Alexa screamed, one hand clenching her chest. The team paused for a moment, studying the monitors, hoping the desired change had taken place. Even after a good 30 seconds, the arrhythmia failed to dissipate, so Alexa had to be shocked again. “Alexa? We’re gonna have to shock you again.” The doctor informed Alexa, which was responded to with the same crying and protests as before. The defibs were recharged to 100j, and shock #2 was delivered. “ohhh….” Alexa moaned. Again, the team waited post-shock, and again, there was no change. Because of that, Lindsay decided to shock Alexa at a slightly stronger intensity to hopefully achieve better results. The defib pads were readied, and a 150j shock was delivered. Alexa’s body tensed up in response. She winced in pain, continuing to cry. The third shock didn’t do the trick, but perhaps the fourth time’s the charm? Alexa could hear the pads charging up again, and it freaked her out. “No more! No more!” she begged, wanting the nightmare to end. “AHHH!” she let out a loud, blood curdling scream in response to the fourth shock.

Even after the fourth shock, the arrhythmia was the clear winner of the battle up to that point. Lindsay stepped up her game, administering a 200j shock. “OWW!” Alexa yelled, tears streaming down her face. “NO MORE! NO MORE SHOCKS!” Alexa begged, hearing the defibs recharging. Another 200j shock followed. Alexa’s torso shot forward, and her arms tensed up for a moment, her hands moving towards the middle of her body. With no change whatsoever, the process was repeated, except the ensuing shock was 250j. Alexa moaned and cried in response, but the arrhythmia was stubborn, appearing to be there for the long haul. The defib pads were readied another go of it, but that time at 300j- triple the strength of the very first shock Alexa received. “AHHH!” Screamed the cute, tatted up patient. “NO MORE. NO MORE… I’M SO SCARED…” Alexa pleaded with her caretakers, who seemed almost like torturers in that moment. Another 300j shock was subsequently delivered, the patient bawling and hyperventilating in response. “I DON’T WANNA DIE… I DON’T WANNA DIE…” A terrified Alexa stated post-shock to anyone within earshot. But once again, the deadly arrhythmia hadn’t gone anywhere. The team recharged the defibs to 360 to combat the form of tachycardia, promptly delivering the next shock. The agony of the shock caused Alexa’s toes to scrunch up hard at the end of the table, showing off the bright white nail polish on her toes, along with the deep, wavy, silky wrinkles throughout the soles of her tiny size 5.5 feet. “PLEASE… NO MORE… NO MORE… I DON’T WANNA DIE…” She sobbed loudly, practically begging for her life. Even the maximum strength of the defibrillator shock couldn’t correct the problem. The defibs were yet again charged to 360j, and the next shock was delivered, everyone hoping for a change. “Oh….” Alexa moaned softly, wincing in pain, her body tensing up and shivering for a moment.

Following the second 360j shock, Alexa’s condition changed. Her eyes opened wide. She gasped for air. She clenched her chest, the palms of her hands feeling her heart race. At the far end of the table, she was fidgeting around with her feet, moving them side to side a bit. “Alexa? Sweetie?” Asked Nancy, alarmed by the noticeable change. Suddenly, Alexa’s hands dropped from her chest, falling limp to her sides. Her cries stopped. Her yelling and moaning stopped. Her gasping stopped. Her fidgeting stopped. But most importantly, her heart stopped.

Alexa laid there completely motionless, her eyes still wide open, her mouth agape. A look of absolute terror still etched on her face. Nancy knew what she was seeing- it wasn’t the veteran ER nurse’s first death stare. “Alexa? Hunny?” Nancy asked, doing a firm sternal rub on the 22 year old. Alexa laid there, her limp body barely reacting to the hearty sternal rub. “ALEXA?” Shouted Nancy, her level of concern growing exponentially. Again, Alexa just laid there, taking the hard sternal rub like it was nothing.

Dr Lindsay stood a short distance away, two of the fingers from her gloved hand were on the side of Alexa’s neck, hoping and praying to feel something. Lindsay pinched her lips for a second. “nothing.” The doctor remarked. Nancy and Lindsay’s eyes shifted over to the monitors, trying to see what they were up against. “Crap. Looks like v-fib. Lower the bed and start compressions, Nance.” Lindsay ordered.

The bed was lowered, and Nancy snipped off Alexa’s black bra, tossing it to the side, her hard, pierced nipples now exposed to the room full of strangers. Nancy placed the heel of her gloved hand on the middle of Alexa’s chest. She took her other hand, placed it on top of the other, and interlocked her fingers. Nancy kept her elbows straight, and began pushing down hard and fast. At the head of the bed, Dr Lindsay made the decisive move to intubate the young, tatted up patient for the sake of airway management. A 7.0 ET tube was carefully navigated into Alexa’s airway. Once at the correct depth and location, Lindsay began securing the tube with a blue tube holder. The holder occupied a good portion of Alexa’s lower face and mouth area. Alexa’s eyes were still wide open, staring helplessly above, almost appearing as if she was watching Dr Lindsay intubate her.

After Lindsay completed the intubation, nurse Heather swapped into Lindsay’s place to ambu bag. Heather gently squeezed the light blue bag every few seconds or so, providing much needed air to the poor soul laid out on the table. A short distance away, Nancy was finishing up a cycle of chest compressions. Alexa’s chest caved in deep. Her belly rippled outwards. One arm dangled off the side of the table, tapping along with the rhythm of the chest compressions being received. Alexa’s head bobbed and lolled in sync with each individual compression, while her feet swayed gently at the opposite end of the table. When Nancy finished the cycle of CPR, the team had decided to shock Alexa again.

The defib pads were once again put to use. A 300j shock was then sent into the poor girl. Alexa’s chest shot up dramatically, her back arching, her upper body plopping back down ungracefully within a few seconds. The shock did absolutely nothing, so it was time to deliver a 360j shock. Alexa let out a gasp, her body twitching violently for just a moment as the electricity darted through her body. V-fib persevered, so Alexa was zapped again. She gasped once more, her torso and upper extremities shivering. No change was noted afterwards, and the process was repeated. The next shock tossed Alexa’s petite body around on the table effortlessly. No time was wasted, so she was hit with the pads again. The next shock caused Alexa’s feet to leap up above the table and crash back down hard, showcasing her pretty, wrinkly soles once more. Like all the other shocks prior, nothing changed.

More and more time passed by the trio of caretakers, each minute seemingly passing by faster than the last. The team struggled to achieve what they had hoped, but kept fighting on for a bit, reluctant to give up on the beautiful young patient. They opted to shock Alexa again. And again. And again. AND AGAIN. They followed that up with numerous cycles of CPR. They pushed various medications into her IV line. But even after everything, v-fib stood victorious. At the 28 minute mark of the code, it was noted that Alexa’s pupils were fixed and dilated.

Given the prolonged downtime, blown pupils, maximum dose of drugs, and many failed defib shocks, our crew appeared to have exhausted all possible efforts. “Hold compressions.” Dr Lindsay barked. Nancy stopped CPR, then took a few steps back away from the table. Heather knew what was coming next, and detached the ambu bag from the breathing tube. Lindsay peeled her gloves off and looked at the clock on the back left wall of the room. “Time of death, 12 midnight exactly. Way to start off the day…” Lindsay huffed, feeling defeated. “what a shame...” Nancy shook her head.

Just like that, everyone had to shift gears. The chirping, beeping, alarming monitors that still showed v-fib were switched off. The EKG electrodes were disconnected from the girl’s chest. The IV lines were taken out. The defib pads were peeled off. While basic postmortem care was going on, Alexa just laid there, her eyes still wide open. The detached ET tube and blue holder remained in place, a horrified gaze still on her face. At the opposite end of the table, a toe tag was filled out and placed. The tag hung from the big toe of her left foot, dangling against the soft, undulated wrinkles that seemed to pop out from the soles of her small feet. Lastly, a cover was placed over Alexa’s body, covering up her bruised, battered chest, concealing the hauntingly beautiful gaze on her face.

What was supposed to be another fun night for Alexa turned out to be her last. The poor girl clearly didn’t know her own limits, and came across the wrong substance. Now Alexa laid toe tagged and under a sheet in our ER, becoming one of far too many drug casualties, showing just how fast it could all come to an end.

[halcome]

Oh gods I didn't even realize it was Saturday, new Wild Life ep let's go!!! Wooo!!!

(reacting as I watch below)

Gonna do my heart a favor and just edit this post as I watch, seems to be a calm session but with the speed mechanics its only a matter of time before I see someone run off a cliff. Still recovering from the snails, small morsels of content are a must.

Grian's Wild Life Ep. 4

Grian and Mumbo doing their best to help Skizz murder is a delight as always, but I feel like their plans always seem to benefit them in the end and not Skizz.

Already terrified of the minecart cannon Grian made and I dont think theyre fast enough yet to launch it far.

Made some breakfast, some scrambled eggs with peppers and a side of, OMG SCAR

I probs should've guessed he'd immediately put a tnt minecart down to test it but everyone was so close by, gave me a lil scare. Also does Mumbo not have self preservation instincts? Cause everyone backed up but he kept staring at it, barely inching away. Guessing his redstone and curiosity instincts were stronger than his need to stay yellow.

Grian: Mumbo, is the moon fast?

Omg he said the line!

If I remember correctly speed + tnt minecart = more power, Grian holding up a shield was a good effort but dear lord that was quite the death.

Genuinely, what on earth just happened?

Mumbo died the most Looney Toon death I've ever seen, running for water and turned to ash. Scar was an absolute menace too, shooting Grian off that ledge was a very Hot Guy move. I wonder if he'll make it to the very end? I know Grian's targeting Scar now but something tells me he's gonna survive by sheer dumb luck.

SmallishBeans' Wild Life Ep. 4

Cool guys don't look at explosions! Something, something, TNT takes 4 seconds to explode. Timings are demolished.

8:00 Joel on his ballerina arc.

Took a break to finish homework, came back to Jimmy trying to take a chunk out of Joel's "somewhere" ??? Usual shenanigans it seems.

Seen Skizz frolicking in the sunflowers twice now from 2 different viewpoints, he's really enjoying his time on a death game server, proud of em.

Absolutely loving how proud everyone is of Mumbo getting a kill, always nice to see the little reminders that even though this is a death game of bloodshed and betrayal they're still friends in the end. Though I have seen clips of Bdubs holding grudges, so while everyone is friend shaped, they are not forgive and forget shaped.

Joel giving so many diamonds to Lizzie is incredible. Man's forever smitten with his missus. Lizzie the absolute queen!

Absolute chaos at the end with how Joel edited it. I know it was technical difficulties but it just fits so well with how chaotic it was.

Mumbo Jumbo's Wild Life Ep. 4

I know Mumbo placed the creeper from Grian's POV but goodness he's a little rascal given the chance.

Omg that Scott kill though was smooth as heck. He waited so long and it paid off big time. Little block break and plop, there goes the Scott! Absolutely loved how simple it went, the silence from Scott as his brain caught up to him was amazing too. I gotta watch his POV next for sure!

Is it just me or is Mumbo really going after Scott? Tasted blood and immediately became addicted to the one source. If Mumbo ends up being the reason Scott's out of the series ima laugh. The amount of paranoia Scott would have by the end of it would be immense.

And he gave up... Welp, can't wait to see him try and kill Gem next session!

[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

Anyways drawing Spring Unsprung Briar gave me a wild amount of creative energy so here's my pitch for a Spring Unsprung Darling costume

Some details just for fun under the cut:

•Since Lizzie is the designer of the original SU outfits, that's also the case here. Lizzie is perceptive enough of Cerise and her style to very specifically fit her needs without even knowing what those needs are (heavy hood, long hair, big jacket, all very good for keeping covered, no?). The same would happen with Darling. Lizzie might pick up on her fascination with Wonderland, the jewelry fashioned like chainmail or bracers, and decide to incorporate it into her design. I don't know if Lizzie even realizes how perceptive she is, she just has an eye for what brings out someone's real personality.

•In terms of actual design, my main inspiration was chess! I let go of the literal shape pretty fast, but I really liked the idea of her looking like a fancy chess piece as a nod to her wonderland shenanigans. Cerise, Kitty, Lizzie, and Cedar all have black and white recurring patterns with 1-3 main colors, so I tried to mimic that here. I mostly just used the color scheme from my ref sheet I did a hot minute ago

•The hair flowers and colorful makeup were non-negotiable of course. I did want to make the flowers have some kind of relevance, but in the end I just gave up and made 'em generic yellow flowers. Any flower symbolism nerds who want to throw their hat in the ring be my guest!!

•I basically just tried to orient the whole thing around asymmetry and reflection, and I think that worked really well in this case, I think it really makes her pop

•She isn't wearing her typical Charming crest, but the symbol is spread out in a couple of pieces. Heart gem at the center of the neck like normal, and the wing is made into one of those ear cuff things

•The background was just kind of a whim, but there is a reason for it. I decided a while ago that the Charming family animal is a lion, so any heraldry or heirloom or anything like that is probably gonna have that winged heart and/or lion imagery on it. If Daring is the peak of the Charmings, then Daring is a lion. Similarly, Darling is a borzoi. It's just different enough to communicate that she's the black sheep of the family, but has enough similar traits to make it clear that she's not in opposition with them. Plus I think borzois are whimsical as hell with the right lighting and I thought it would look neat

•You can see it right in the corner of one of her eyes, I was playing with maybe giving her partial heterochromia? I think I'm gonna stick with just brown eyes but I'm keeping the concept tucked away in the back of my brain for another character

[bad811content]

what’s the most confusing thing about 8:11 in your opinion? something about it that just has you thinking?

mine is whatever leon is hiding. I thought that boy was just a cool ahh dude but nah he shady as hell. what does bro have up his sleeve

I mean outside of character's reactions to things (like how I would REALLY LOVE to know how Ryker was totally okay with going to a bar with the guy who literally ran over and nearly killed them a day ago in-game - but maybe they just have a bigger capacity for forgiveness) and Leon's obvious hiding of his past...

What the fuck is up with Gabriel. What the fuck do you mean this guy whose head we SAW explode is just BACK?????? What do you mean he has an Italy shaped birthmark???? What do you mean he just RESHOWED UP TO WORK ONE DAY???

ALSO LIKE HE'S IN ROSSO CADERE. HOW THE FUCK HAVE VITTORINO, JULIEK OR ACCARDI NOT RUN INTO HIM IN THE ENTIRE FEW DAYS, MONTHS, OR MAYBE FULL YEAR SINCE HE'S BEEN BACK. That's some like looney tunes ass shenanigans.

It's like Juliek and Gabriel are in the same grocery aisle walking towards and being next to each other, but they keep turning their heads around so that they don't see each other the entire time. Like. That's WILD.