#wip: wings of fate

[orphicpoieses]

8-10?

Hi and thanks for the ask! 💕

I hope you have a nice day ☀️

8. Oldest WIP

My oldest WIP is from 2015, when I started writing as a hobby. Since then, I got about one book done of this trilogy, but it still is on hold.

Originally, it was a roleplay game with two friends, which sadly vanished from my life, but I feel like I need to write this whole adventure down as a memorial for this fun time in my life.

It is called Stokes Chronicles for the curious of you. 😏

9. Current WIP

My current wip is still Wings of Fate, even though I am currently writing the sequel first, since I got some block on the main series at the moment. Nothing to bad, but I need to figure out some stuff first and until then I am writing the stuff that happened after the ending.

Sadly, I cannot tell you anything about the plot other than that it is an urban fantasy with angels and demons.

10. Do you set yourself deadlines?

In the last few years, I didn't set myself deadlines, since writing is still a hobby and I don't want to ruin it by putting pressure on my creative mind. But I do have some sort of "final date" where I hope that stuff will be done. Like for my current work's sequel, I hope to finish this by the end of summer (and at the moment, I have a good feeling that this will work out, since I got nearly 30k words in one month down).

Only recently, I started giving myself a time limit in where I want to finish stuff, but I am heading more towards the "writing as a job", even though I would not do it full time and rather do something else beside writing. Not doing writing full time doesn't mean that you cannot be as successful as a full time writer. And it doesn't make you less of a writer.

Don't pressure yourself to be a writer as your job, just because you think only those can be successful. That's not true. Do what sparkles your creativity! ✨

Thanks again for these lovely questions! 💐 I really appreciate these kind of asks, since they are not about the work itself but more about the process 🥰

[simplegenius042]

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Got songs for The UnTitledverse, Wings And Horns and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, with a snippet for a new FC5 The Silver Chronicles WIP as well as a last line for You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club!. You can listen to the songs and read the WIPs snippets below:

Legend is important. It's part of history and culture. It should always be preserved in the present to better understand our past to make way to the future. Now many of my series divulge into legends and myths and old stories. Some of them outright make reverence to events long passed (the Extermination Purge Wars, the Big Bangs, the fall of the Houses of the Old Gods and the foundation the Time Bureau Authority, etc). Sometimes all that was in the past emerges into the present (with the likes of the Arachnoids, Exterminators, the Old Kin and more). However, one historical text in my series is the abolishment of the (while benevolent, very flawed) Soulmate System, which my Original Work Wings And Horns is set in. The plot is that more and more mortals are being discovered without soulmarks (which come in the form of marks, initials, countdowns, etc, depending on the person and timeline), so the New Gods send Archangel Metatron and an Angel of Death cadet, Azriel, to investigate the phenomenon to see whether it is natural or manufactured. Metatron wants to preserve and fix the system because he believes mortals require it, meanwhile Azriel just wants the credit so her soul can be reincarnated at an earlier date. The duo behind the soulmark removals is a Sloth Demon by the name of Xiang Ba'al and his adopted daughter, a Sinner's soul by the name of Jezebel. This cat and mouse chase is what ultimately dictates the decision the New Gods are debating; should mortals require on the guidance on something as small as love? Or should mortals find the love of their life on their own, a small step to gifting them a responsibility that had drastically the status quo beforehand thousands of years ago; that being, Free Will?

"Legends never die When the world is calling you Can you hear them screaming out your name? Legends never die."

"They never lose hope when everything's cold And the fighting's near." "It's deep in their bones They'll ride into smoke when the fire is fierce." "Oh, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legend never dies They're written down in eternity But you'll never see the price it costs The scars collecting all of their lives."

"When everything's lost They pick up their hearts and avenge defeat Before it all starts They suffer through harms to touch and dream." "Whoa, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legends never die." "When the world is calling out your name." "Begging you to fight." "Oh, oh, oh, pick yourself up Once more, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legends never die."

Walking Fate is a fic series in The UnTitledverse based in Telltale's The Walking Dead video game. The fic classically follows (most) of the game/s, but does diverge a bit off with pivotal focus on Clementine and an OC of mine whose the runaway son of Darling Enterprises, a multi-business juggernaut, Malcrum Darling, and their relationship. They're definitely not "tragic star-crossed lovers". I'd never do such a thing in The Walking Dead universe. Here's a song about Malcrum's feelings towards Clementine that's definitely in no shape or form supposed to be interpreted as inno- I mean twisted. Enjoy!

"Hey, he-ey-ey, he-he-hey

Your lipstick stains On the front lobe of my left side brains I knew I wouldn't forget you And so I went and let you blow my mind

Your sweet moonbeam The smell of you in every single dream I dream I knew when we collided You're the one I have decided who's one of my kind

Hey, soul sister Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo The way you move ain't fair you know Hey, soul sister I don't wanna miss a single thing you do, tonight

Hey, he-ey-ey, he-he-hey

Just in time I'm so glad you have a one track mind like me You gave my life direction A game show love connection we can't deny

I'm so obsessed My heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest I believe in you Like a virgin, you're Madonna And I'm always gonna wanna blow your mind.

Hey, soul sister Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo The way you move ain't fair you know Hey, soul sister I don't wanna miss a single thing you do, tonight."

Throughout A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, one universal rule is applied; it doesn't matter you are. From a vault dweller who drew the short straw to a psychotic resident of Vault 76 whose a bit too obsessed with wanting to kill her neighbors. A talking Deathclaw to a Ghoul addicted to chems. A brother who wants to uphold the morals his mother taught him in the Wasteland to his amoral sister who kicks old people people and harasses the less fortunate because she's from a wealthy crime family. Because in the end... they have to stand up to Arcane Urias. (Those poor fuckers are gonna die LOL!!!). Because I guess it's the right to do (in the context of self-preservation against the threat of annihilation).

"Up in the morning, up in the evening Pickin' down clocks when the birds get back to eat Oh, to eat

Up on the mountain, down in the king's lair Pushing these boxes in the heat of the afternoon Oh, afternoon

We were never welcome here We were never welcome here at all No

It's who we are, doesn't matter if we've gone too far Doesn't matter if it's all okay Doesn't matter if it's not our day

Oh, won't you save us, what we are Don't look clear, it's all uphill from here Oh-oh

Up in the attic, down in the cellar Lost in a static, coming back for more Oh, for more

Out with the reason, in with the season Taking down names in my book of jealousy Jealousy

We were never welcome here We were never welcome here at all No!"

An long FC5 WIP for The Silver Chronicles, a new one at that, one I'm naming after the lyrics of David Kushner's "Daylight"; because David Kushner and his songs fit The Silver Chronicles on a scary level. Anyway, the WIP is called Oh, I Love It And I Hate It At The Same Time. You And I Drink The Poison From The Same Vine. Hiding All Our Sins From The Daylight... also known as "the fic where Silva and Paul survive the Tumultite Massacre together and their father/daughter relationship worsens into co-dependence in Montana". Where's Elsa and Persephone at? Well, they'll arrive in the later half of the fic... along with Kamski. Despite the fact their relationship not being "gonna kill you for hurting me even though you were good once", this is far from a good and healthy outcome for both Silva and Paul. In spite of this, they make a dangerous duo (as expected of the two), something the Seeds kind of suspect when they meet them. Enjoy being as lost as the Seeds are in this scene snippet below when Paul interrupts them meeting the Muse herself at a social gathering Pre-Reaping. [Would like to add that the WIP is fairly new, and I'm still working on this scene, and may make a few changes in the near future when I have the time. Expect some mistakes]:

When the question left Joseph's mouth, he felt a pain clutch his shoulder.

With a surprised hitch of his breath, he glanced down to gloved fingers that dug into his shoulder blade with an astonishing unnatural amount of strength.

"Her padre, of course," the soft gleeful voice of the hand's owner answered from beside him, the tone sickeningly sweet.

The stranger's head faced Joseph, his eyes closed to Joseph's seeking blue. His lips curved up in a polite and cheerful smile, one that should be dripping with honey.

The man's eyes briefly opened to reveal burning yellow eyes, bordering on an intense gold. Joseph could not shake the feeling that he's seen those eyes before. A vision perhaps?

Joseph felt himself tense as he recognized the way this man looked at him; the way John sometimes gazed upon the Sinners. A predator that has targeted its prey. And it was Joseph who was already in his clutches.

The man blinked, and the inhuman hue was gone. Instead, a pale hazel resided in its stead. He drifted his eyes away from Joseph, locking with the oblivious grey of the deputy that heralded the coming of the Collapse.

An inexplicable dread coiled in his gut when the man's features genuinely lightened at the sight of his family's judge.

"Ah, il mio piccolo Boa!" he greeted with a beaming grin, letting go of Joseph's aching shoulder to push past him, swiftly making his way to Silva to the Seed's collective daze. The man wrapped his arms over Silva's body, embracing the slightly shorter woman. She seemed delighted by his unexpected appearance.

They both pulled away, though gloved hands remained on the other's arms. The man, though a stranger to the crowd around her, seemed to be a familiar face to Silva. Joseph watched the stranger's hand glide caressing fingers across her dark hair affectionately, following the slivers of the dyed silver trails that reached to her braid, "And how are you fairing this fine hour?"

Silva graced the question with a smile; not the formal and polite smile that served to keep a front up to strangers, but one with an undeniable sincerity shining through.

"Hola to you too, Paul," Silva returned with bemusement, "I was just making some new friends. What brings you over?"

From behind Paul, Joseph could see the man's head tilt. Through the abrupt gesture, Silva's features suggested she understood the meaning, "Um, amigos, Paul."

"Ah," Paul seemed to understood, sneaking an obvious glance towards Joseph and his siblings. There was no trace of gold in those hazel eyes, and the intensity lesser than when he locked eyes with Joseph, but the suspicion directed towards them held a sharp edge to it. Paul let another word roll down his tongue, but the tone matched his gaze, "Amici."

In spite of the growing uneasiness, Joseph willed himself to keep a calm front. He was unsure why Paul off-put him. Joseph regarded the man; his stature was slight taller than Silva's, but similar to Joseph's own height. He was older than all of them, including Jacob; perhaps a decade older. His hair was blonde- or rather, dyed blonde, as Joseph noted the light brown at the sides of his head. His complexion wasn't too dissimilar from Silva's own, maybe deeper.

Joseph took note of the few faded scarring scarcely scattered around his face, and like Silva's, time had laid its healing hands on Paul's own wounds.

Joseph paused his observation, about to make introductions with the askant man when John stepped forward first.

"Yes, we were giving our compliments to Silva for the couscous salad you've brought. She was just telling us it was a co-opted effort," John stated with a grin, one Joseph's had become accustomed to over the years. John's move peaked Paul's interest, his suspicion replaced with curiosity. With his audience captured, Joseph watched approvingly as John continued, a hand outstretched, "I don't believe we've met mister...?"

Recognition shined in Paul's eyes, though it was swept away with a grin bigger than John's as his gloved hand grasped John's in a steady shake, "Yellowjack. But please, just call me Paul. I've always felt the term "mister" gives off the impression I'm married, or worse, boring."

Jacob raised a brow, though refrained from commenting as John replied when letting go of Paul's hand, "Noted. So, are you a friend of Silva's or family?"

Paul shared a glance with Silva and replied, "Family. I'm her padre. I've taken care of her for a long time."

Joseph focused on both Silva and Paul; he couldn't find anything indistinguishably shared between both, though he considered that Silva might just take after her mother than Paul. However, he didn't discard the possibility that Paul was Silva's adoptive father rather than her blood relative.

He kept his thoughts to himself though; reasoning that bringing up the question wouldn't be appropriate so early now. Especially if there's a layer of deception underneath Paul's relation with Silva; he didn't want to unintentionally compromise her safety if Paul held more sin than Joseph already suspected he did.

Silva spoke up, grabbing everyone's attention as she pointed out, "You know Paul, you never answered my question."

Paul seemed to stiffen; clearly a dramatic display rather than serious, as Paul finally answered Silva, "Well, you see, I had caught up with good ol' Virgil before he had to run off for his own business and I saw you speaking to these truffatori impopolari, quindi volevo solo controllarti. You know?"

Joseph and Jacob shared a glance; none of them could interpret the words Paul had sputtered out, though Joseph relaxed when Silva gave Paul a soft smile, "I'm grateful for your concern. But I've got this handled. Gracias, though."

Paul relaxed his stiffness, and Silva brought his attention back towards them, "Now how about some introductions?"

"Great idea," Paul agreed, hazel scanning across the four siblings, "How about we go oldest to youngest?"

Jacob's mouth thinned, blue eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Paul with harsh judgement. Joseph watched as his brother scanned the older man's black and yellow attire. It was flaunting a level of wealth, typical of someone who indulged in vanity. However, that didn't sit right with Joseph. He decided to dwell on it later as he watched Paul and Jacob.

Paul glanced to Jacob, and after a pause, he leaned closer, "Let's start with you ragazzone."

Jacob stared down Paul, who was an inch or two shorter than the red-head. He exhaled out an annoyed huff, and gruffly stated, "Name's Jacob."

Paul hummed and straightened up his posture, hazel eyes trailing Jacob's forest green jacket and body. His eyes seemed to linger on the American flag, Jacob's burns and, oddly enough, his biceps more often. Paul clicked his tongued and nodded his head approvingly, "That checks out. But man, sei una delizia per i miei occhi."

Silva had a bemused expression at Paul's words. Jacob, though, raised a brow, "Mind sharing on what's on your mind?"

Paul had snapped out of his trance, and he swiftly blurted out, "Oh, I just said you looked good, is all."

Paul's attention hastily turned to John and Joseph. He looked between the two, but when the older man focused on him, Joseph witnessed his cheer drop abundantly when their eyes met.

The cold dread surfaced once more. The dead-eyed scrutiny the older man reserved for Joseph alone alarmed him. Joseph could not understand Paul's behavior. Neither could he recall any cases where he could have slighted the man, despite this being their first meeting. He'd never seen Paul in any of his visions, only Silva.

Regardless, Joseph chose to retaliate with a gentle greeting, "My name's Joseph. My family and I run the chapel over on the island by the Henbane."

"Oh yeah, I know," Paul calmly told him, all the playfulness gone, "You're the head of the Project at Eden's Gate, correct?"

Joseph curtly nodded in confirmation, and Paul continued, "Yes, I've heard quite a lot about you. Folks around here always have something to say about your little project."

Joseph's lips thinned, disappointment resonating in his chest. So the sinners lies are spreading swiftly. He was displeased by this knowledge, but he resolved to help Paul see the light. If not for his own soul, then the sake of his daughter's.

John stepped in, interrupting the exchange, "All good things, one would hope."

Paul turned attentively to John with an upbeat rejuvenation, disregarding Joseph, "Well, they can't certainly be all bad now, can they?"

Paul's change in demeanor reminded Joseph of John; both hid their emotions behind a carefully crafted mask and would only reveal their true feelings to those they liked or trusted. However, Paul had more self-control over his emotions and mannerisms.

"And I don't believe you shared your name," Paul pointed out to John.

"John. And if I may, we'd encourage you and your daughter to come for at least one sermon," John invited. Joseph smiled at John's attempt to salvage Paul's soul.

The man in question gave a brief glance to Silva, who shrugged, before returning to John and saying, "Preferirei di no."

John waited for Paul to specify but the latter's attention shifted to their final sibling. Joseph caught a flash of an offended scowl on John's face, so Joseph reached a calming hand on his younger brother's shoulder. It worked, the scowl lost in a practiced exhale.

"Oh, look at this, they have a sorella Silva," Paul said with a grin as he stepped closer to the shorter Faith. Silva narrowed her eyes suspiciously at her father.

Admittedly, so had Joseph.

"What's your name?" Paul asked. Faith shifted, hands behind her back as a delighted smile stretched across her lips with an answer, "It's Faith."

"Faith," Paul repeated her name, seeming to break it down before giving a small bow, adding with sincerity, "A powerful name for a powerful woman. It suits you."

Paul's compliment had three separate effects from what Joseph could see; it had flattered Faith, who thanked Paul for his kind words. It had annoyed John, who rolled his eyes at the exchange.

And it had concerned Joseph, at least as the Father; while he had entrusted Faith in a role that required her to attract converts to their flock, he was weary of those with perverse sins that would embolden them to act on certain depravities.

There had been minor incidents that had occurred, at least in earlier years, though Faith had shown a strength and belief that always reaffirmed him in his decision to bring her in. Especially when she purified the souls of those who indulged in such vices, allowing them to serve the Project free of their sinful shackles; as angels.

He monitored Paul, watching as the man gazed into Faith's eyes, and saw once again how he lightened up. Paul noted aloud, "I must say, you have such lovely green eyes. Is that a recessive trait?"

As Faith gave an explanation to Paul, Joseph was more confused. The way he stated the detail was too specific. And he had stated loud enough for only their small group to hear.

He glanced to Silva, and was met with a menagerie of changing expressions; first was confusion, then came analysis, followed by baffled realization, until she finally settled on looking unimpressed.

With her reactions, Joseph was at a loss on how to view this interaction between Paul and Faith. Until Paul pulled out of his conversation with Faith and attentively singled Silva out, "You know Silva, se volevi solo parlare con la ragazza, non dovevi fare di tutto per incontrare prima tutta la sua famiglia, right?"

Silva blinked at Paul, staring agape as she processed the stream of words he told her aloud. A blush darkened her skin, grey eyes wide in astounded and embarrassment.

Ah, I see now, Joseph deduced, glancing from Silva to Paul, He's teasing her.

Evidenced by the cheeky grin that grew across Paul's face as he continued, "Lei è certamente una partita. Se vuoi, posso impartirti un po' di saggezza sul primo appuntamento. Purché non riceva un invito a nozze entro la fine dell'anno, eh Silva?"

Silva furrowed her brows at Paul, the blush expanded. She traversed over to grab Paul, telling him, "¡Ey! ¡Ya es suficiente de tu parte!"

Despite an irate Silva telling off a snickering Paul who fruitlessly tried to calm down his daughter, Joseph couldn't help but be endeared by the display in front of him. There was something else too... but he elected to push it away for the time being.

Joseph turned to address his family, and paused as John commented to Faith and Jacob, "Who here suspects this isn't an uncommon occurrence between these two?"

"I don't doubt it," Jacob affirmed, eyeing the duo, specifically Paul, "He's definitely the embarrassing parent."

And here's a few short paragraphed snippets for my DDLC WIP called You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club! for the Last Lines tag. Sayori (plus Yuri and Natsuki) enters the club and interrupts... something:

The door class door clicked open, and both students snapped their heads to Sayori entering the class, who freezes once her blue eyes took in the sight of a frazzled and flushed Monika whose uniform was unkempt and fists were gripping the opened blazer flaps of the equally more disheveled and flushed new student Haoyu, both of their faces in close proximity of each other.

"This isn't what it looks like!" a horrified Monika quickly utters out, letting go of Haoyu's blazer and letting the green-dyed brunette troll drop to the floor with an ignored 'oomph!' as she went to address her club's co-president.

Only to stutter when, much to her horrifying embarrassment two more familiar faces entered the room beside Sayori; that of Yuri who didn't immediately comment on the situation and Natsuki who rushed in with a burning question to Monika's poorly timed outburst, "What doesn't look like what? Wait..."

Monika watched as Natsuki regarded her appearance, and then her pink eyes shifted to Haoyu leaning up nearby the coral brunette; who was repeatedly trying to blow hair away from their face, to a miserable degree of failure.

Once pink met emerald green, Monika could feel sweat start to break when she unfortunately witnessed a mischievous and teasing glint shine in her clubmate's eyes. With a teasing grin, Natsuki asked, "So what's going on in here?"

[hockeyspiral23]

WIP Wednesday - escape

Sure enough, there's Violet in her cloak as always, hurling daggers into a tree, and it is hot as fuck. "Violent little thing, aren't you?" She turns around, dagger in hand, and her mouth opens to scream, but I'm a step ahead of her, muffling her with my shadows before so much as a squeak escapes. I walk to her, my own blade already re-sheathed. "Relax, it's just me." I look at her disapprovingly. "Though, what the fuck are you doing in the woods? It's not safe," I hiss, dropping the shadows.

[mundanemoongirl]

I saw a video about making a book family tree and thought it looked fun so I made my own!

So how it works is the grandparents are the books that inspired your book but are pretty different, the parents are books that are thematically similar, the cousin(s) is the book you would use for a comp title, and the sibling(s) is the sequel.

For mine I didn't include a comp title because I never heard of it before and because I ran out of space on my doc. But here’s my wip’s family tree!

[totallyawr1t3r]

W.I.P. For a personal project of mine called ‘I wish you were’

TW for Homophobia

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He swallowed, his chest tightening. “Red?” He whispered breathlessly.

HE licked HIS lips, softly pressing their foreheads together, providing Luke the warmth he had so desperately longed for. His heart fluttered in his chest, just begging to be let out. The colors around him glowed brighter, the rope wrapped around his thumb grew thicker. Was this it? He wondered, Was this finally happening?

“I wish you were a girl.”

Oh.

He sat there, his throat itching as fierce thorns bloomed inside him, entangling themselves around his ribs like a parasite. HIS warmth started to sear his skin, forcing him to pull away. His throat itches and itches as he tries to swallow down the sprouting needles.

He took in a shaky breath. “So do I.” He coughed out, flimsily pushing himself off the soiled floor.

He choked, squeezing his eyes tightly as he bitterly wiped away the tears. He tripped over his own two feet while he staggered out the door.

He hacked out a single gray petal, uncomfortably warm and sticky in his palm.

He should’ve known. He should’ve known.

He never stood a chance, did he? He was repulsive. He was disgusting. He was wrong. He was unlovable to the point his soulmate, the very person he was destined to be with, didn’t even love him.

He should’ve known.

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[jplupine]

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Thanks for participating!

WIP snippet is from: Wings of Ash

"I've had help." "And it's mighty fine help you've found." She smiled before reaching for her teacup. "Perhaps you will lead by example. Give courage to more of us to come out of the shadows." "If it happens, it happens. I won't force others of our kind into the spotlight."

[itsswritten]

“To the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered”

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⁂ Share your pain

In the wake of a heated argument, you and Azriel find yourselves adrift, the once unbreakable bond strained. Faced with the questions of whether love can endure the shadows of past traumas, can you work through this?

⁂Threads of Hazel

A mating bond can connect those who have not even met, but can it save them too?

⁂ Gone

Sometimes it take's heartbreak to move on...or to realise what you've always had.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Final Part

⁂ Cauldron-born

When an unexplainable energy pulls the Inner Circle to barge into the Day court, they're all shocked at what they find. But it's Azriel who can't help wonder if his dreams have finally been answered.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 - wip

⁂ Wings Universe Masterlist

The world of Prythian’s loveliest couple. (Fairy x Azriel)

⁂ Love In Ink

On the brink of war, it was now or never to finally confess your feelings to Azriel, but when you stumble onto a moment you wish you hadn't perhaps it's the gods way of saying your confession had been too late.

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(Azriel x Reader x Eris)

༄ When the sea calls for three

In the aftermath of war, peace reigns over the realms of Prythian, but the delicate balance hangs in the hands of two unlikely mediators—You and Lucien. As the newly appointed Emissaries of Peace, your duty is clear: maintain alliances, foster understanding between courts, and navigate the intricate webs of fae politics.

But when fate deals an unexpected twist, revealing that you possess not one, but two mates, the tranquillity you've worked so hard to uphold is suddenly threatened. Caught between two males who refuse to share, you find yourself thrust into a precarious position, torn between duty and desire.

What will you do and who will you choose?

Intro | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 - coming soon! i will try get to this asap

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~pending~

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[3fingersofscotch]

Hidden Nature

Summary: Dragon!Sylus sprouts horns and a tail in the middle of a raid.

He tries to push you away for your own safety. You show him the place he belongs is in between your legs.

That's it. That's the fic.

Some spicy NSFW audio to get in the mood. Wear headphone.

Ao3: 3fingers_of_scotch

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Monsterfucking, two cocks, mating biting, mating frenzy, double penetration, double vaginal penetration, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, angst, porn with plot and feelings, mating bond, rough sex, WIP

Dodge, shield her, resonate, punch. He watches her from the corner of his eye.

When she moves, it’s breathtaking.

Moving deeper with Kieran and Luke flanking both sides. They wouldn’t miss this for the world. She can resonate with everyone now and she does it like its second nature, bolstering her team’s powers and sensing danger as it approaches.

A sense of satisfaction bathes over Sylus at the progress made in the last year—not just in battle chemistry. In everything.

Everything. In her strength. In the way that she spoke to him, responded to his touch, looked at him.

A chill runs down his spine as he recalls the way she stared daggers at him while on her knees. The monster that she had automatically assumed he would be their first meeting is certainly not the way she feels about him now.

Watching her fly with the hint of a smile on his lips, he reflects on the taste of hers—on how she feels when she glides against him. She is soft in the morning stirring in his arms. But today, he stares at her back. In battle, she is fierce.

His Kitten.

She destroys Ever effortlessly, calling out to Luke and Kieran like they are little brothers and not the absolute fiends that Ever turned them into. This is it, they confirm. This is the facility they were locked in and experimented on.

Here amid chaos, Sylus cannot think of a time he has been happier across the lifetimes he has lived, taking down enemies with his found family and her-- his love, floating like a butterfly as she destroys everything around her.

He dares to hope secretly that this life will be different. It will not end in pain.

The dragon is quiet.

He fears the relief that he feels, but it is there regardless. He has loved her, passionately. He has held her tightly in his arms and there was no threat of death, no fated sword, no urge to consume or kill.

The dragon frenzy remained quiet.

Maybe in this life there was no prophecy. Maybe they aren’t star crossed lovers.

Maybe they can be happy.

Destroying Ever feels much like tearing down the judicators’ temples and the fleeting memories of love fluttering in his dragon heart make him flutter still.

She is starting to remember too. The memories that come back first are the most painful. She woke up with tears in her eyes one morning and whispered, “My dragon is gone?”

That morning, he held her in his arms and let her cry as she sorted the memories of a past life and consolidated it with her current. The realization that their souls were indeed bound, eating at her conscious for days.

But the love was potent, and she improved merely by being in his presence. He was the calm to her storm.

And now, she is inching ever closer to the powerful sorceress she once was. The people that flee in her wake almost look like the judicators that kept coming for them. In a way, the sins that they committed against her are not much different and for a second, it feels like there are still wings on his back, carrying him through vast halls.

She is fire. He is wind, and he stokes her embers into raging wild fires.

They keep children in cages like animals. Each and every child appears hollow. Luke and Kieran see themselves in the children and they rage, ripping open cages and taking the lives of all that are complicit in this sick experiment.

Something is wrong.

Something is wrong with her.

She stares with wild eyes at the cages. Fury radiates in waves from her body and her evol flares.

Rage.

It shakes the very ground they stand on. It shakes the building they stand in. The children are rushed away. She cannot be contained as she screams her rage.

“Caleb… He was kept here. Which… which means… I was kept there.”

She is power.

Legend says that after Sylus passed, she was the fiercest dragon to have ever darkened the skies of Philos and in this moment, Sylus believes it.

The kids are safe now, in the care of Luke and Kieran and Sylus stays to watch with pride as she shakes the building until it comes crashing down. Her rage does not discriminate as Ever employees beg for mercy.

“I have a family!” many cry, but so did the children they stole and it will not stop vengeance.

‘You remind me of a young dragon who has yet to sprout its horns.’ He once told her before she realized what she was.

She was a hatchling, left abandoned by a frenzied dragon who destroyed her mate.

The myths spun through time forget to remind you that dragons are beasts.

Her frenzy energy in this moment is not unlike a dragon. It does something to an ancient part of him. A piece of power-lust sparks that he’d buried a lifetime ago. Dragons are attracted to power. They collect powerful things like shiny baubles and trinkets and an animalistic urge to claim her comes from nowhere.

Sylus… he isn’t a dragon. Not anymore.

He can’t be a dragon.

He does not want to be a dragon.

In this life he is sure of it. He held her in his arms. Kissed her with his lips. Loved her with his heart and body. In this life, he is not a dragon. He should not want her the way a dragon would.

She deserves better than a dragon.

But here with her full might untethered and on display, the deep rumble of a beast he thought he was rid of purrs and makes its unwelcome presence known. It started with horns in the last life and he frantically runs fingers through his hair as he feels the horns breach his skin, his blood running down his skin as they grow out, slowly and painfully.

She can’t see this.

She deserves better than a dragon.

So he runs without a word. In his experience, being a dragon only leads to demise.

***

It’s too much.

The memories that invade your mind in confusing flashes make you sick. The only thing louder than confusion is rage. So many things happen in your head at once. You silently demand answers. You feel deep sorrow realizing you’ve lost your childhood.

They locked you in cages like an animal.

Tears flow freely as your gaze falls on the exact cage they kept you in and the memory of Caleb’s tiny hand reaching through the bars to hold your own breaks you.

Fucking animals. All of them.

And there isn’t time to process your feelings because the people that are working there now are the same people that hurt you back then.

… The same people that hurt you back then.

The images in your head conjure the memory of a younger Josephine pointing a gun at your head and pulling the trigger just because they said you’d revive. You read about it in the files she left after her passing but seeing it in your head?

You called her grandma for how many years?

The pleas for mercy fall on death ears. They have families? Well, where did you come from then? Did you fall out of the fucking sky and into the laps of these predators? Did the rest of the children appear in the cages spontaneously?

Fuck them all.

The only thing that matters is that the children are out safely and once they are, you are tearing the whole fucking building down. You don’t even know how. But in this moment, somehow, you just know that you can.

You’re world spins. Every tiny hair on your body stands as you sense everything around you. You pick up every pulse, the rodents scurrying in walls, the insects crawling along the floor. You feel everything.

The blood trickling down your nose should bother you, but the power of it floods your senses and the building falls apart around you. The only thing that matters is that this building comes down.

Even in your rage, you can sense Sylus’s presence at your back. You can feel his revelry, perhaps even pride as you shake the building apart.

And that is how you know that something turned his joy into despair. You feel every desperate footprint as he runs away and your heart breaks. You can’t turn your head. You can’t call his name. You can only make sure his path is safe as he leaves you.

This building must come down.

For the sake of children just like you, you stay and it breaks you, tears flowing freely down your face as the man you love leaves you.

But you will wipe Ever off the face of the earth tonight even as you command your feet not to run after your heart’s desire. Hot, angry tears pour down your cheeks as you feel the heartbeats of Ever employees snuff out everywhere.

Ever dies tonight.

With every fiber of your being, you believe that Sylus will let you find him when he is ready.

***

Everything hurts. It is only sheer force of will that pulls you onto your motorcycle and in the direction of Sylus’s nearest safe house, where surely you will find him. Text messages, phone calls, no responses and you are desperate, operating on sheer panic as you try to locate him.

Sylus is supposed to fear nothing.

Your heart hurts as your mind races. What could possibly make Sylus run? Deep down, in the memories that have yet to surface, you know the answer.

Sylus fears hurting you. He’d take his own life before risking your own. You know this. Finally, heart breaking for him once more.

My dragon is gone…

His safe house is empty and so is the pit of your stomach, but the thought occurs to you.

He may be hiding from you, but what about Luke and Kieran?

You pull out your phone and find group chat labeled “The Three Stooges.”

-Where is big guy at?-

Your phone pings almost instantly.

Luke: Not supposed to tell you…

Kieran: He just went to provide temporary shelter for the kids at a safehouse. We are taking the kids for pancakes nearby.

Luke: Yeah. NEARBY. NEARBY the safehouse. The safehouse that we will keep the kids at. The safehouse that is near the pancake place we are at. The fluffy pancake place that you took us to that one time when boss thought we were stuck in traffic. THAT pancake place.

Kieran -Okay. I think she gets it.

Luke -DO YOU GET IT?

You most certainly got the message and you can’t help the grin on your face. By the gods you loved them. Now, you could find him.

Whatever was going on, you won’t let him handle it alone.

Your persistent knock at the door is answered by twins who are completely unsurprised to see you.

“Oh… how did you find us?” Luke asks playfully.

“Boss definitely isn’t here and he definitely… definitely isn’t in the private suite upstairs sulking,” Kieran adds casually shrugging.

You wink as they make space for you to enter.

“Oh no, she forced her way past us… what do we do?” You hear Luke say, calling after you in mock defeat.

They earn a small smile even as you worry, rushing, preparing yourself for whatever you might encounter. You were not going to let him go through this alone.

You can feel your heart beating violently through your chest as you approach the door and test the handle. Locked of course, but you can hear the subtle shuffle of Sylus’s moving body just beyond the door.

“Sylus, let me in,” you plea.

You can hear a labored sigh through the door. “Honestly, Kitten? I don’t want to.”

“Hey. Don’t… push me away. Open the door.” You say gently, resting your head against the door frame and waiting with as much patience as you can muster in silence as the door remains closed. The seconds tick by and just a few minutes later, you try once more.

“Sylus… please.”

The door doesn’t open, but you can see the shadow under the door and hear the slightly heavy breath that sounded a bit like panic.

“You know, I could just break this door down.” The separation pains you greatly, and all you want to do is hold him-- to know what clouds his heart. You need to know what would make him run from you. Maybe this wasn’t the best approach, but you need to hold him and tell him everything will be okay.

“The thought occurred to me as well. Though I hoped you wouldn’t realize you could.”

You laugh, soft but still leaning against the door frame. “Wishful thinking…”

You hear the door knob unlock and twist slowly and his presence looms, somehow even taller than before, his shoulders broader. And when you finally tilt your head up from his chest--.

“My dragon is back?” Your hand acts on its own, reaching up to caress his freshly sprouted horns as you register the incredulous look on his face. You can see him war with a thousand conflicting emotions, hands almost shaking.

He pulls you into a sudden and tight embrace, releasing a shuddering sigh.

“I don’t know what to think.” He holds you so close with your face pressed against his neck. You can feel the rumble in his voice as his throat bobs against your cheek. “I don’t know how to feel.”

And of course, your mind races too. A million questions try to force their way out of your lips. The memories you’d long since forgotten from a past life surge into your brain. Where did the horns come from and why are they here?

Your lips fall open but no sound comes out until you step on a long black tail you didn’t know existed and you yelp as the two of you fall back against the bed.

“I’m so sorry, Sylus! I didn’t know you had a...” you look down in shock as it moves flicking not unlike an irritated cat’s tail.

“A tail. I have a tail… and horns.” Sylus looks pained as he sighs once more revealing teeth that appeared a fraction sharper than they did before.

“Oh. Is that what those are?” You ask teasingly earning a small huff. The tension is still palpable, but Sylus’s grimace relaxes just a fraction and your hands move on instinct, knuckles brushing against his cheek as you observe the broken skin around his freshly erupted horns.

“Does it hurt?” You ask as your fingers move to trace the base of the horns and he winces slightly.

“Not as much as before.”

His arms tighten around you and you curb your curiosity to put him at ease as you kiss across his forehead and your fingers trace soothing patterns across his chest. But 5 minutes pass. 5 minutes turn into 10. The questions scream louder and louder in your head and he still holds you tightly like an anchor.

“Sylus… you didn’t know you could turn into a dragon?”

A long sigh leaves his lips. He has been sighing a lot today and it’s not like you can blame him.

“No kitten. I didn’t know that I’m a dragon. Not in this life.” The grip he has on your body grows impossibly tighter. “I didn’t know then either. Not until my horns sprouted.”

“How did you not know you were a dragon?” You shift so that you can look at his face and his expression is still pained. You watch his Adams apple bob as he swallows instinctively, like the memory left a bad taste in his mouth.

“I lived amongst dragons, but I never knew my parents. I looked human, so I thought I was human. I visited human villages. Made human friends, tried to have a human life. When my horns grew in, I panicked and tried to cut them off.

Life only got worse from there. The people I grew fond of shunned and even attacked me. I was an enemy on sight. I got imprisoned in a chasm for over 1,000 years. Being a dragon… brought me nothing but pain. Brought us nothing but pain.”

“Us?” Sylus’s eyes grow soft and sad as he lifts your fingers to his lips, kissing them gently.

“Yes, us. You didn’t know you were a dragon either.”

You’d spent a lot of time angry that it always seemed like Sylus was hiding things from you. For such a direct and forward communicator, it was always suspicious when he started talking in riddles or avoiding topics. It was increasingly frustrating to have memories slowly come back and wonder why he still wouldn’t just spell out the details of your past life.

But here in this moment as you take in his pained expression, it dawns on you that he couldn’t talk about it because it hurt to remember the details that mattered. And knowing how it ended, you feel guilty for being mad at him in the first place.

He is a man that will give you anything.

The memory of him throwing himself on a sword to protect your life reminds you that he will throw everything away for your sake as well.

Your dragon would protect you from even himself.

“Sylus? If you didn’t know that you were a dragon, does that mean I could be one too and just sprout horns one day?” You ask, the thought sudden and urgent leaves your lips.

“I don’t know, kitten. And if I’m honest, I can’t decide whether or not I’d be relieved or sad if you sprouted horns. I don’t want you to suffer the pain of being a dragon. But I also…” he sighs once more, this time sounding more agitated as he pinches the bridge of his nose and sits up abruptly.

You sit up with him, gently kissing his shoulder and brushing his hair away from his horns.

“Kitten… dragons can live a very long time. And if I outlive you, I…” He didn’t need to finish that sentence. You can’t stand the thought either.

“Well, I hope I sprout horns then. We can be a couple of freaks together.” You watch as the corner of his lips turn up slightly.

“I don’t know how I should feel about that. All I know is that I don’t want you to get hurt.” He squeezes your hand tightly.

“All I know as that I need you.” You squeeze his hand even tighter. “And I need you to be happy.”

A pregnant silence falls over the two of you before you eyeball him curiously.

“Aren’t you supposed to have wings?”

Sylus looks at you and huffs softly. “They come out when I need them. And I can shift into my dragon form at command.”

The look you give him is nothing short of bewildered. “O-okay? Any other crazy changes I should know about?”

He suddenly begins to avoid your gaze.

“Sylus?”

He shifts uncomfortably. “Two cocks,” He mumbles quietly.

You blink. “Come again?”

Sylus hangs his head in his hands. “Two cocks,’ you can hear him say a little louder into his palms and your brain explodes.

“What? So, I am supposed to… grow two vaginas if I become a dragon?” The sheer absurdity of your question makes Sylus bark with unexpected laughter and he shakes his head.

“No… no kitten. It’s not like that. I… have a main cock and I have what I guess you could describe as an auxiliary cock. Its thinner and… prehensile. Like my tail.”

You must be looking at him like he has grown a second head. “None of that sentence made any sense to me. What is an auxiliary cock even for?”

“I honestly… don’t really know much.”

You can’t help but look at him funny once more. “You mean to tell me in a past life, you had two cocks for more than a thousand years and you didn’t know what to do with one of them? What did you do when you fooled around with someone?”

Sylus scoffs, tail flicking with agitation. “First of all, it’s not like I got Dragon Sex Ed. Second, I never fooled around with anyone.”

“You… never fooled around with anyone?” You cover your face with your hands in shock.

He shrugs defeatedly. “Who’d want to love a fiend? You were the only one that didn’t look at me like I was some kind of freak and every time you and I would get close and try to touch each other, I’d almost die.”

Right. A brief mental image of a weapon that would literally come out of your body to pierce him makes you grimace.

Sylus paces the room a bit, trying to find the right words. “Look… I know that dragons scent marked their mates with it. It also releases chemicals that heighten pleasure and improve fertility. I never tried it. There is no love for a fiend.”

“I love you.” Sylus whips around, eyes wide. The words left you so naturally, you almost forgot that you’ve never said it in this lifetime. When you remember, you blush. But you do love him, and you wish you could take his pain away but you can’t. All you can do is tell him how you feel.

“I love you, Sylus. I’m not just going to disappear because you sprouted horns and an extra cock.” You lean in to kiss him but he pulls back, shaking his head.

“You can’t. This… this will only end in pain.”

“What? What is it, Sylus? Is it the sword? You and I have been intimate before and nothing happened. We are still alive.”

Sylus shakes his head. “You don’t get it and it’s hard to explain.” He resumes his pacing.

“You and I… we didn’t know our parents and we thought we were humans because we looked human. And that’s because we probably were at least part human. Humans and dragons… they could cross breed. If a human male mates with a dragon female, she lays an egg and it’s called a hatchling. If a male dragon mates with a human female, she can give live birth to a dragonlet. But there is one problem.”

Sylus pauses and shudders. “Dragons are beasts. I’m a beast. Intelligent sure. We can think and talk like people. But mating causes dragons to frenzy and rational thought goes out the window. Most dragons will attempt to kill their mates during a frenzy. Our parents--,” his eyes glaze over as his expression becomes grimmer. His tail whips back and forth narrowly missing the furniture around him.

“We probably came from human males and dragon females. Our mothers killed our fathers, laid us as eggs and then went mad upon finding out they murdered their mates and left us abandoned. I got taken in by dragons. You got taken by the Judicators and groomed to be a weapon.”

“Sylus, I’m not going to let you push me away.” You grab his hand and try to pull him towards you, but his tail wraps around you and keeps you at arm’s length. For the first time, you break. The calm façade you wore to lull him to ease chips away and your eyes begin to sting with unshed tears and your voice faulters as you struggle to speak without screaming.

“Do you think… do you think life will just go on for me if you push me away?” The tears start to fall one by one, and they feel hot as they roll down your cheeks. “Do you think that my life doesn’t end in this room if you leave?”

For a moment, it seems like his resolve won’t crumble. His face is stone as your lips start to quiver.

“You are my dragon. Mine. For the first time in my life my path feels clear. If you leave, life will be as pointless for me as the wanderers I kill.”

His resolve breaks like a dam and he pulls you close to breathe you in. He gently wipes away the tears to soothe you, but the damage is done and you choke on your sobs as he rocks you, whispering his regret in your ear and burying his nose in your hair.

“I can’t see this ending well,” he whispers even as he cradles you lovingly.

“Tell me you don’t love me and I will let you go,” you murmur through labored breath into his chest. “Tell me there is nothing in your heart for me and I’ll never bother you again.”

You hear Sylus scoff gently as he squeezes you. “You would never believe such a blatant lie. Not when I’m so abundantly greedy for you. Not when it is so obvious how much I love you.”

Your stomach does somersaults as the honied words leave his lips and he presses

desperate kisses across your temple.

Its not enough to simply say I love you to a man that has crossed space and time to find you but you say it regardless, over and over again in between kisses that grow hotter as he grips your face and holds you against his lips. And he repeats it back earnestly, desperately, even as he protests that, “We can’t” or “We should stop.”

But he is the one holding you in place and peppering you with hard kisses. His hands clench tightly in your hair as his tail pulls your body flush against his.

“I love you,” he whispers once more as he picks you up and pins you to the wall effortlessly, hips rolling against yours. He suffocates you, lips devouring yours, tongue invading your mouth when you gasp. His bulge is noticeably bigger, a reminder that his body has changed and a challenge awaits you.

“We can’t. It’s dangerous,” he repeats once more, but his hips roll harder into yours, bulge grinding your clit through your pants. Ragged breathing fills the room as hot breath warms your collar.

Maybe you should slow things down and take a second to breathe, but he doesn’t relent. He is acclimated to your body and presses all the buttons that erase your will to resist. And with your lips unencumbered, he drags the delicious moans he loves to hear from you into the open air as he bites firmly on your pulse point impatiently. His teeth feel sharper on your skin and his tail introduces a new sinful pressure you never knew you’d love.

“I can handle it…” you huff, clawing at the shirt separating him from you as his tail creeps up the fabric of your own. “If it is you, I can take it.”

The growl your words elicit make you jump because he sounds like a beast and it vibrates in your eardrums. It is a warning you should heed, but a part of you that thrives in the face of danger purrs unexpectantly and you are wetter than you’ve ever been.

“Don’t do that, sweetie. Don’t give me permission.” His words fail to match his actions as he pulls your shirt, pinning you higher on the wall as he kisses your breasts while unhooking your bra and tossing it to the other side of the room. He relents, finally lifting his arms so that you can rid him of the shirt you’ve been clawing at.

The relief you feel as his skin connects with your own is short lived as it only gets hotter. The frenzied grind of Sylus’s bulge against your clit interrupts any attempt at thought as the red-hot sensation of lightning makes your pelvis ache with pleasure. Sylus has always been a passionate lover, but the way he ruts against you in this moment is mindless and animalistic. Alarm bells should scream but your clit feels so good and your desire leaks from you. The dampness in between your legs is copious and uncomfortable and you haven’t even taken your pants off yet.

“Sylus, please!” You gasp, wanting. “Bed!”

He tosses you on the bed, eyeing you like his last meal and you try and relieve some discomfort, hands shaking as you unzip your pants and push them off your hips.

You are free finally completely bare for him and visually leaking, but a sobering thought settles over both of you.

Sylus has two cocks.

You stare at each other in a brief moment of silence as you see the enormous bulge in his pants. Curiosity rises to screaming, morbid levels and if he doesn’t take his pants off, you will do it for him.

“Are you sure that you are ready for this?” He asks and you internally shout that you just need to see it, but you nod your head, refusing to let him see your panic.

“Take it off.”

And he does, slowly—almost timidly, but Sylus doesn’t do timid. When his pants are finally off, you stare, head cocked to the side. He hasn’t just grown a second cock.

“Its… bigger.” He was already well endowed. The main shaft is now perhaps an inch longer and a bit girthier. And the second cock? Sprouted right above the first. And yes, it was thinner, but it was long… at least 10 inches long and flexible, moving like it had a mind of its own.

“You still have time to back out of this,” he murmurs, but even as your mind screams that you don’t know what to do with two dicks, you are already reaching out to him. You need his body desperately on top of yours, to re-center him with you. As he tentatively drapes his body over yours, you quiver as your thoughts race.

He is different, and yet, still your Sylus. And you want him, all forms of him, to have and to love. You silence the voices in your head and focus on his lips-- on the taste, on the way they hesitate before moving against your own.

Surrender occurs in tandem as his sexes press flush against your own and he feels you, warm and abundantly wet. Your moan rings high pitched as his groan sinks low and he reaches for his cocks, making your stomach jump into your throat as he guides himself to your core.

But his main cockhead teases your opening as he smears your wetness with it. Delicious pressure makes you mewl as he rubs that cockhead up and down your clit and you pull him into a hungry kiss.

“Sylus. Baby, please,” you protest and he takes his cock and smacks it against your clit—something he has never dared to do and it is thrilling as little jolts of lightning and pleasure radiate, making your knees jerk. He teases you, reveling in the sounds he elicits with each smack.

You protest, whining indignantly and for a moment, it seems he might relent. He guides his cock, teasing your entrance and you whimper, practically begging for it when he pulls back and slaps your clit again.

The tap tap taps are audible and so are your whines of protest when he whispers in your ear. Tail securing around your ankle to pull you into position by wrapping your leg around his back.

“Tell me to stop, sweetie,” he offers and it is one last chance to back out as he searches you for doubt.

“Never.”

A broken gasp falls from his lips as you feel something jump against your navel and he grabs your chin, pulling it up and to the side to expose your neck.

“Then say that you are mine. Not just now but always,” he growls low in your ear and you moan as his teeth graze the sensitive skin behind your ear.

“Of course I’m yours,” you breathe and satisfaction vibrates in his chest before his teeth latch around your pulse point. The rumble continues as your hands clutch his hair just behind his horns and he holds you firmly in place under his teeth.

An alien sensation creeps up your thigh and slips inside you and your eyes widen as you gasp and realize that it is his auxiliary cock, prehensile and moving on its own.

Sylus trembles, blanking out for a moment as the cock fully seats itself inside you and you feel pressure in your navel as something is released. A strangely sweet flavor invades the back of your mouth before filling your nostrils, and it dawns on you—he's scent-marking you, releasing chemicals to assert his claim and heighten your pleasure.

Perhaps it is already working because his teeth latch harder than they ever have before, sharp canines breaking skin. And it should hurt, but you moan with great pleasure, body starting to roll against his in response.

“Mine,” he groans possessively, a dragon hoarding his treasure. “No one else’s, just mine.” Warmth spreads, blooming from the spot where he marked you and everything smells sticky sweet. The gentle kisses he rains on you are a sharp contrast to your now broken skin, and his dragon eagerly laps at the crimson dripping down your neck.

He nuzzles your head, breathing in that sweet scent, nose passionately kissing yours. The satisfaction of his claim is written on his face and he pulls your lips back to his, his grip still firmly affixed to your chin.

And it is time, finally as his auxiliary cock withdraws and he places the tip of his main cock at your entrance, eyes locked with yours to watch for signs of hesitation before pushing in. But there is no hesitation in your eyes, even as the foreign sensation of the tail he has still wrapped around your ankle holds your leg wide open. Your hands grip his waist and guide him in as you moan together and it feels like he has come deep to a place that feels like home.

His auxiliary cock now rubs delectable circles round your clit, enhancing your excitement as his hips become flush with you. And still, he presses forward, pushing hard into you like he needs to be deeper. Your chemically induced high has you moaning, arching, whimpering much louder than usual and you can see how greatly it affects your dragon lover and he visibly struggles to maintain his control.

“Sylus! It’s so good! God… it’s so good! It’s so good!” you chant, hands grasping his waist and squeezing him to ground yourself and he groans, face buried in your neck, horns nearly puncturing the mattress below you.

“You… you have to stop,” he protests, his tone desperate. “I’m barely hanging on… if you keep making noises like that, I will lose control.”

“Screw control,” your teeth latch around his earlobe and he huffs, tail spreading your legs wider to make room for him. And it’s like hearing the thread snap as his control breaks and his hips crack against yours over and over again, his second cock fervently rubbing your clit in tandem as he crashes against your cervix.

You flail, hands desperately seeking a way to ground yourself as the pressure of his hips against your mound has you seeing stars. And without thinking, you clutch his horns gripping tightly, wrenching his head forward and he practically whimpers.

“Hmph, sensitive,” he grunts, reminding you that they are freshly sprouted. But when you release, he makes a noise of protest.

“Hold on, kitten. You are going to need it.” Oh, God he was right as he grabbed and pulled your waist up, tail shoving a pillow beneath you to improve your angle and suddenly, he is hitting your g-spot, wrenching fevered screams from your throat as his second cock still works your clit.

He groans as you grab his horns once more, holding on for dear life as his hips hammer against you.

“Who’s pussy is this?” he growls, leaning down to suck on the mark he left on your skin, lips latching and leaving pleasure in their wake. There is distant thought, repeatedly silenced that this is so much rougher than usual and yet, you need it exactly like this.

“Hnngg! Sylus!” You squeal, high pitched, barely registering that a question was even asked. His thrust slow down and become harder and deeper.

“Tell me,” he teases, punctuated with a thrust. “Who’s,” thrust, “pussy,” thrust, “is this?”

You huff, eyes rolling into the back of your head as each thunderous clap of his hips against yours makes your body quake. You feel your curves jiggle roughly and whimper.

“Yours! Its… oh God, its yours,” You can barely huff and he purrs with satisfaction.

“That’s right, kitten,” he practically croons. “And its so wet for me. So open and ready… so hungry and willing.”

He pulls back and positions both cockheads at your entrance and you jerk in shock.

“Sylus?! Oh, God. Both?!”

“Shhh,” he soothes, kissing your temple as both heads tease you. “Sweetie, I know you can handle it. My tough Ms. Hunter. I’ll go slow.”

He maintains eye contact carefully as he slowly sinks in, but even as you are stretched beyond what you thought could be possible, he can still claim territory, sliding in deeper.

“Relax,” he whispers, strong hands massaging your lower back when you tense up and you mewl, trying to let your muscles unclench so he can fully seat himself.

And he does, hips flush with yours as he cradles you with strong arms and tells you the take deep breaths.

“Are you okay?” he grunts and you can tell his control is wearing thin as he waits for your breathing to steady.

“Its… not as bad as I thought it would be,” you admit, breathing starting to return to a normal pace and his hips dare to move, causing you to clutch at his horns again. He smirks down at you.

“I knew you could handle it. I will make your pussy feel so good.” His auxiliary cock begins pulsing, moving in a sensation that feels foreign, but it shifts quickly, side to side as Sylus starts to pull out and push back inside you. And the moment it combines with his thrusting, you throw your head back into the mattress behind you, panting, shouting, clawing.

It's so much. Its too much. It shouldn’t be possible to be filled and stretched this way. And the rhythm with which his second cock moves as the first one focuses on driving into you does heavenly, filthy, sinful things to your g-spot.

“Ohh, Sylus!” you cry as he picks up speed, his moaning growing more heated in tandem with yours. Your hands tug harder on his horns as your world spins.

“Oh, kitten… you feel so good.” His voice is different. There is a growl. A rumble that grows from deep within his chest and his tail tightens around you. He presses down firmly on your navel, pace increasing and you are drowning. The sounds of your coupling are lewd as every thrust squelches loudly, your breath is high pitched and Sylus growls louder. His animal instincts are at the forefront and as pressure builds, his tail replaces his thumb circling your clit so he can grab two fistfuls of your hair and pull so that your lips tilt up to meet his lips. When he kisses you, your lips are forced open with a gasp as his auxiliary cock pushes on your g-spot from the inside.

“Sy-Sylus! Oh, god! Sy! Sylus!” You cry repeatedly, head falling to his shoulders. Your lips brush his skin and teeth graze his collar, but you are no longer there. Lost in a cloud of pleasure, your weak attempts to do anything beyond laying there and taking it make Sylus moan in triumph.

“Come, Kitten. Come on my cock. Show me how good you feel.”

And almost on command, you do, the mark he left on you burning in response. Every muscle seems to tighten in protest, as if urging you not to crash into that wall. The pleasure leaves you breathless as the nerves around your clit light up and it almost feels like resonance as you become attuned with your dragon, keenly honing in on him and his presence—on the way he desires you and the rest of the world ceases to exist as you come and the world crashes around you.

Your release becomes a burning hot ache because he isn’t done with you, tail still working your clit as the battering of your g-spot continues. You feel full. You feel so full. You can’t breathe.

God he is everything, nothing else exists and your toes and clit feel like they are on fire.

Throughout it all, you can feel your pulse in your core, swelling around his cocks in tight waves and his breathing and growling is louder than it’s ever been.

“Sylus! Too much! I-!” He hooks one of your legs under his arm and spreads you open further, somehow penetrating deeper and you come again with a scream, nails digging into his back and dragging, teeth sinking into his shoulder.

With even more abandon, he brutalizes your pretty, abused pussy and you can’t believe what you hear.

“Going to fill that pussy up. Pussy needs to be bred!” You’d almost miss it as the loud clap of his hips against yours continues, except he growls it directly into your ear.

“God! Yes!” you cry desperately. You need him to be finished. You need to breathe; you need your pussy and lungs to not feel like they are on fire anymore.

You need your dragon to claim you.

Wings erupt from his back, enveloping your bodies in an intimate cocoon and he roars, teeth marking you and breaking skin once more as his balls draw up tightly and he comes. You yelp as he bites down, back arching you into his chest as you moan his name. His hands hold your hips, pressing himself firmly inside you and you feel each molten hot pulse of cum as he erupts. Its impossible to tell which one of you is shaking harder, but his lips return to yours with a firm, claiming kiss.

“We aren’t leaving this bedroom for a week,” he murmurs, voice still changed, with a hint of a growl and when he pulls back, you see his pupils are starting to look like slits.

You might be in actual danger… but if this is the way you die, it’s a hell of a way to go.

[thistlecatfics]

Snape Fic Recs for the Sneptical & Snurious

I mostly run in marauders-centric circles where Snape is largely ignored or treated like an incel, and eventually it gets boring. Boring! The worst sin in fandom! He's an interesting guy and there are SO many amazing fics featuring him.

(That said, I do think that Snape, James, and Sirius would all be thrilled that their beef has continued onto the internet in 2025 and that thought delights me even as the discourse grows tedious.)

These are just a few I've enjoyed in the past couple months as someone who doesn't generally read a lot of Snape-centric fics and who has zero tolerance for Lily bashing. (Sorry this basically became a @saintsenara rec list because I've been binging)

i hope this comes back to haunt you by humanveil (29k, M)

Severus Snape, from first curse to first kill. Or: The making of a Death Eater.

The first Snape-centric fic I read in years, and it's such a good starting point for my fellow Snurious Sneptics. Snape's voice shines through -- resentful, angry, hungry, curious, brilliant -- and his relationships with so many other characters (Lily, Narcissa, his parents) are just brilliantly portrayed.

Scylla and Charybdis by Asenora (64k WIP, E, Severus/Voldemort)

Severus Snape is looking for somewhere - anywhere - to belong. He makes the wrong choice.

The political worldbuilding! The politics! The humanity! The snarky, darkly hilarious Snape voice! This is a fic where the first war really feels like a war with complex politics -- while also completely avoiding that boring trope of 'what if the DEs were right actually??' Everyone is a human, politics is about material reality, and Voldemort is awful. Snape's desire to belong is so physically palpable as you read that it's almost painful.

The War of the Roses by Asenora (51k WIP, E, Sirius/Severus)

Sirius Black does not die. But this does not mean that it is easy for him to live. Or: a butterfly flaps its wings and Sirius does not go to the Department of Mysteries. What follows from that twist of fate is a story about the long, destructive shadow of a schoolboy rivalry; a story about surviving, and how surviving is sometimes more difficult than dying; a story about the fragility of beauty, the gentleness of hope, and the value of choice. It is also a love story.

The fic that made me start binging all of Asenora's work. It's Sirius POV so perhaps a good place to start for my fellow Sirius-obsessives, and the way his experience in Azkaban both haunts him and has deep, real physical ramifications is so painful and compelling to read. Plus because he lives he gets to have a more complex relationship with Harry! Snape has very nice hands and Sirius's fantasies about him are definitely not sexual at all nope nope nope.

Two Boys Kissing by Writcraft (7k, M, Sirius/Severus)

Sirius goes to a gay bar and meets the last person he expects. Under cloudy skies, two boys kiss and that one moment comes to define generations of want, need and hope.

Bittersweet and darling.

A Yultide Tradition by kelly_chambliss (300 words, G, Severus & Minerva)

On Christmas night, Severus Snape relies on tradition.

A mournful bite of a triple drabble.

Plus: bonuses all the way from 2006 Livejournal!

Five Fragments of an Obsidian Heart (Severus/Regulus) & the entire 7Spells series

Reading these fics as a teenager genuinely saved me I think. Very dark and includes a lot of Blackcest and sexual violence and written pre-DH as a heads up. I remember being so invested in this particular version of Snape, and then DH came out and promptly lost all interest in him when his backstory wasn't as interesting as the ones I read on LJ. There's a real old school feel which I can't quite put my finger on, but I definitely recommend them if you like dark and if you like fandom history.

[nightmaremonarch]

jojo’s bizarre fantasy au BECAUSE I LOVE PART 5 AUGHHHHHHHHH

i rewatched the entirety of part five in the span it took to make this. Details about the lore and characters below the cut ^_^

Ok. I will be separating this based on character… in an attempt to be more organized. Included will also be my friend’s description that she gave for each character upon seeing the drawing.

Giorno Giovanna — Race, half vampire. Stand name, Gaia. Unfortunately lost his silly victory rolls, which have been replaced with donut shaped curls. Has a dream of usurping the Crimson King and ending his oppressive reign.

Friend’s Description: “‘pink is still manly for this era guys trust’”

Trish Una — Race, human(?). Stand name, Spice. I like to think she tries to maintain an air of elegance and superiority, but she’s just a kid who doesn’t particularly want to be in the situation she’s in. The princess of an underground kingdom? No way. She just wants to be Trish.

Friend’s Description: “Noblelady”

Guido Mista — Race, human. Stand name, Coitus Cluster (good god the creative juices are NOT flowing). Best archer, like, ever. Probably enjoys animal furs but is too broke to get any. Stinky loser.

Friend’s Description: “Robin hood.”

Pannacotta Fugo — Race, elf. Stand name, Purple Death. Former nobleman and still dresses like it. Had to limit the holes in his clothes because he is, unfortunately, not immune to being sunburn.

Friend’s Description: “totally not a vampire”

Bruno Bucciarati — Race, human. Stand name, Strings of Fate. I love him. He’s the love of my life. I may or may not have put the most effort into his outfit. He’s so beautiful. No notes. Also, since zippers weren’t invented till like… mid 1800’s, rather than zippers, he uses strings!!! Tugs on ‘em the way you would a loose hem…

Friend’s Description: “Italian nobleman”

Leone Abbacchio — Race, drow. Stand name, Rewind. It takes the form of a snake!! Because Moody Blues had them.. neck thangs. I don’t know. Anyways. Abbacchio coulda been drippier, but at the time of drawing I was running low on brain power.

Friend’s Description: “TOTALLY NOT A VAMPIRE”

Narancia Ghirga — Race, human. Stand name, Pheonix. Due to the fact that airplanes did NOT exist prior to some point in the 1900’s, Narancia’s stand is a bird. Probably breathes fire and can detect carbon dioxide… cannot come back from the dead though. Sorry buddy. Also, his left eye is blind from his eye infection. Sorry again buddy.

Friend’s Description: “peasant working on a merchant ship”

AND FINALLY:

Diavolo — Race, Demon. The Crimson King. He took FOREVER to draw. Especially those tattoos. I tried to make his color scheme salvageable, but seeing as I was working with Diavolo’s actual color scheme… it is not the best. Diavolo used to have wings as well, but after an incident that prompted him to go underground, they’re gone. He hides in the body of a halfling named Vinegar Doppio… though they are two completely separate entities.

Friend’s Description: “Dante’s homosexual Inferno”

idk if ill elaborate more on this au. depends on the reception of this…!! this is all just for fun… goofs and gaffs… love u sorry for only posting wips for months before this

also in this au i think stands would be called spirits/be spirits ok that’s all fr now bye love u

[dirty-bosmer]

Wip Wednesday

tagged by @sulphuricgrin @hircines-hunter @silly-little-diary @bostoniangirl21 @theoneandonlysemla @skyrim-forever @saltymaplesyrup

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Finally felt motivated to work on my Skyrim fic. It's been a while, and I've miss my horrible little necromancer brat, so here's a snip from upcoming chapter 8 of Slither and Writhe.

After a traumatic start to her journey in Skyrim, Sylawen wakes up in Whiterun:

But an hour or so later, Sylawen was not so much falling asleep as she was floating awake, buoyed in a state of mindless boredom. I knew Danica gave me the weak stuff, she bemoaned and turned over in her cot to stare at the temple ceiling. More intrusive brightness poured in from the high windows, flooding her eyes until she was forced to squint. It must have been midday at least, the light so clean and golden. Buttery almost, like she could spread it on toast. The longer she lay bathed in the sun's rays, the easier it was to welcome the warmth, yet Sylawen found herself reluctant to fully acknowledge the days beauty while feeling like a pile of squashed scrib. Still, she kept her eyes trained on the window, because she’d been staring at the walls for so long that she was beginning to find faces in the wood grains. Her Mother. Rillion. Tazara. Thrynn. Did anyone know where she was? Did anyone care? Hells, she knew no more than what Danica had told her, that she was at the Temple of Kynareth in Whiterun (wherever that was). Dorand would have known, if he were still alive, and in thinking of him and his savage end, the spit in Sylawen’s mouth grew thin.  There was so very little that had kept her from meeting the same fate, and even now, starved and beaten and reeling from fever, she could hardly believe she’d brushed so close to death. How did one day in Skyrim end so catastrophically?  Eight, I hate this place. As if she needed to remind herself again. She’d told Mother that sending her to Skyrim was a mistake, and for once in maybe all of Sylawen’s life, she was not pleased to be proven correct. A finch or sparrow or some such winged creature darted past the window in a blur. It landed on the eave frames beneath the temple roof, appeared to be building a nest, weaving strands of grass with its beak. Sylawen watched it, given there was nothing else for her to do. Well at least someone likes it here.  “Oh, you’re still awake.”  Craning her neck, Sylawen found Danica approaching from the back door, wiping the dirt from her hands with a rag. She’d just come in from the garden, and bundles of freshly harvested lavender overflowed the basket on her arm.  “Regretfully,” Sylawen replied. “Well, good because someone’s here to see you.” “Not like this, they aren’t.”  Danica did not look amused. “It’s one of the Companions who brought you in.” Sylawen still didn’t know what that meant— a Companion— and could only recall fuzzy images of yesterday. A looming giant. A woman with jagged green scars. A man with eyes made of ice. “I-I’m in no state for someone to see me,” she said, raking one hand through her knotted hair and feeling the sudden need to cover her belly. “Tell them I’m not taking any visitors.”  “He was asking about you this morning too. You might consider it polite to offer thanks, if they still have manners down in Cyrodiil that is.”

[gulliblelemon]

Young Royals Fic Recommendations 5

Find previous lists here: 1, 2, 3, 4

I also have my own fic list here.

running with wolves by intothelight @enjoythesilentworld 28k words. WIP. Rating E. Wilhelm and Simon are on two sides of a war on drugs and corruption and greed. And yet, they just can’t seem to stay away from each other. (Honourable mention to call ur crush! by the same author).

Met You At The Right Time by itsme_hi_imtheproblem @iwouldnevergetintofanfic 45k words. Complete. Rating M. When their kids get into a fight at school, single dads Simon and Wille are brought together at a meeting with the teacher. As the experienced professional that she is, she suggests a joint craft activity to repair the damage that was caused. Both Wille and Simon expect sticky paste fingers and potential meltdowns but surprisingly enough discover that they have more in common than they thought. Their friendship starts out easy, yet the growing attraction between them threatens to make things a whole lot more complicated. (Honourable mention to Crossing Lines by the same author).

Sabotage by @dreamyelectronicmusic 419 words. Complete. Rating G. A moment on a balcony at a party where Simon's boyfriend confronts Wilhelm. “I see the way you look at him,” a voice startles Wille out of his reverie, “when you think he can’t see you.”

land between our bodies by phnelt @phneltwrites 95k words. Complete. Rating E. Simon holds up his phone on his notes app. He’s been brainstorming. It reads: Hi, Wilhelm. Sorry to message you but I’m having a situation at school with some bullies that I could use your help with. I get if you don’t want to. Thanks. An exes fake dating fic. (Honourable mentions to joy that lights the fire and this life’s for you go outside by the same author).

come closer and see into the dark by @bigalockwood 52k words. Complete. Rating M. A ghost pandemic has descended over Europe, the dead back from their restless sleep to haunt the living. When a case goes horribly wrong, Wilhelm’s agency is thrust into a fight against an unknown opponent – and suddenly, staying alive seems harder than ever. If only Simon cared a little less whether stupid Wilhelm lived or died.

your breath lives in mine, even if it’s been a while by allforyoumylove 45k words. Complete. Rating E. Wilhelm isn’t sure exactly when he fell in love with his best friend. All he knows is that it’s taken root deep inside him, that he loves Simon always and unwaveringly, even when he hates everything else. But the timing is cruel. He’s found what he wants, only for it to slip away before he gets the chance to hold on.

If only you dared to watch by @larrylover3000 24k words. Complete. Rated M. A school camp takes them to the woods, leaving Wilhelm face to face with his sexual awakening - and it’s not pretty.

Never Not You by @pagegirlintraining 81k words. Complete. Rating E. It's been twelve years since Wille publicly denied being in a viral sex tape with Simon, and they've been great friends for years. While Simon's in a committed, long-term relationship and his dreams of becoming a successful musician finally seem to be within reach, Wille's still struggling with his fate of being the Crown Prince, and everything that means for his love life. When nothing goes as planned for Simon, though, and friendly comfort turns into more, how will they cope with the consequences? And what if Wille's been keeping a secret from Simon all these years that might very well destroy whatever it is they have? (Honourable mention to Missing you missing me by the same author).

Now we’re falling like snow by @skibasyndrome 7.8k words. Complete. Rating E. The first heavy snow of the season - what a great opportunity for a slow morning and keeping each other warm.

Fools in a Fable by @unfortunate17 39k words. Complete. Rating E. Simon, a journalist at a left-wing magazine, eagerly accepts the chance of a lifetime to write a scathingly honest piece about the newly crowned King Wilhelm, who has a history shrouded in parties, drugs, and gay allegations. His plans, however, go to shit when he realizes that Wilhelm is nothing like he expected.

Can I be close to you? by @vvachillessongvv 1.4k words. Complete. Rating G. Sitting on the sofa they've sat on together a thousand times before, Wille realizes he's in love with his best friend. (Honourable mention to lovers & friends by the same author).

futile devices by @jordensgolde 73k words. WIP. Rating E. Wilhelm is caught in a consuming infatuation with someone who can never truly be his. Struggling to reconcile his feelings, he tries to ignore the longing, but it lingers, a constant ache beneath the surface. Meanwhile, Simon is overwhelmed by the burdens of his work and the unresolved ghosts of his past, leaving little room for anything else. As he navigates his tangled emotions, love seems like the last thing on his mind — until, perhaps, it isn’t.

Falling in Love is a Full-Time Job by signedmeraki @invisiblewille 4.3k words. Complete. Rating T. Wille and Simon are colleagues and roommates and it feels like there's always been... something between them.

The honeymoon suite by @stretchoutfics 14k words. Complete. Rating E. Wille is stuck up in the far north doing his military service, Simon in Stockholm studying. They've come to an arrangement about how they're going to handle their relationship while they can't be together: they're no longer exclusive. After three months apart, Wille has a weekend's leave and they can finally see each other again. They have a lot to talk about. Amongst other things.

[simplegenius042]

Music Wednesday, Last Line/s & Understand My Group/Found Family In 5 Minutes Meme

Tagged by @cassietrn @noodlecupcakes and @imogenkol

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @aceghosts @direwombat @voidika @la-grosse-patate @inafieldofdaisies @adelaidedrubman @shellibisshe @josephseedismyfather @icecutioner @derelictheretic @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @josephslittledeputy @cloudofbutterflies92 @skoll-sun-eater @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @raresvtm @softtidesworld @starsandskies @ladyoriza @florbelles @minilev @yokobai @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @justasmolbard and @alypink + anyone who'd like to join.

Music for The UnTitledverse, Last Line's for three A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore WIPs and lastly an "Understand My Group" Meme for characters in my Wings And Horns WIP. You can listen, read and use the template of the meme that is under the cut:

More about the Walking Fate series. This series somewhat sticks to the compliance of canon, but there are times where it diverges. Mostly in regards to characters and their arcs and survival (or death), plus some plot elements being replaced/repurposed. There's about five planned "seasons", with four of them taking the canon compliance route while the fifth is an original plot. I'm also treating Walkers with more respect; they're pretty much a death sentence if anyone is unprepared for them, or god forbid, come across a Herd. Malcrum and Clementine's relationship is in no means meant to impede on the canon relationships she forms and that impact her, it is meant to be an additional and interesting idea to explore her character, especially with the inherent tragedy that ties them together and how it affects her character going forward (as well as my first time writing a relationship like this type in The UnTitledverse, which compared to its predecessors, is a story that doesn't resolve the tragedy with reconciliation between Malcrum and Clementine, emphasising the bitter nature of this bittersweet series). The tragic turn this relationship is of neither parties fault; it was simply bad luck. Malcrum, while separated from Clem and the group, happened to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time, picking up the wrong object, where his mind would (mostly) be fried and lose his agency/autonomy. Forced to watch a shell of himself harm, and at times, kill those he had come to care for or would have never wanted to do so to in the first place. The only person truly at fault here is not even in the series; that being Edward Carmine, for creating a device that probably violates more than what OSHA is concerned about. The series follows a theme of the power of resilience. Persisting in spite of the odds. Succeeding against adversity. Going to great lengths and trials to not only survive, but find a place to live. Which is why I chose this song for this series:

"I am flesh and I am bone Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter and gold Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter

Do you walk in the valley of kings? Do you walk in the shadow of men Who sold their lives for a dream? Do you ponder the manner of things In the dark? The dark, the dark, the dark

I am flesh and I am bone I'll rise, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter and gold Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter

Do you walk in the meadow of spring? Do you talk to the animals? Do you hold their lives from a string? Do you ponder the manner of things In the dark? The dark, the dark, the dark

I am flesh and I am bone I'll rise, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter I am flesh and I am bone I'll rise, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter

'Cause everybody in the backroom's spinnin' out Don't remember what you're asking for And everybody in the front room's trippin' out You left your bottle at the door

'Cause everybody in the backroom's spinnin' out Don't remember what you're asking for And everybody in the front room's trippin' out You left your bottle at the door

I am flesh and I am bone I'll rise, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter and gold Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter and gold Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter."

Here are Last Line/s for three WIPs from my Fallout series A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore. Each are labelled down below:

THE WATERS OF LIFE FLOW (FALLOUT 3)

His red lenses constricted as he focused on the super mutants patrolling the fortress. If the Vault-Tec data was to be considered correct, Vault 87 was in the heart of the lions den. Ore stood up, huffing out his breathing valve as his knees made a sickening creak. He stretched in preparation for his one-man assault, outstretching a palm to feel the nuclear residue of radiation through his palms.

He hummed in satisfaction as he felt the fatigue drift away from the exposure, far more alert and energized. Flame started to spark in his palms, summoning his fire so he may weld it into a more effective weapon against the FEV rejects he would - what was the word Ress used? "Pulverize"? Yeah, that's it - would enjoy pulverizing to cinders.

THE HOUSE ON TOP (FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS)

Her gaze shifted to the only man who was distinct compared to the group he lead. His ugly checkered suit hurt her retinas, just as his smug confidence enraged her. She wanted to break it, but Ryder settled with giving the man a silent glare as she continued to dig her own grave with bound hands.

WHAT HAPPENED TO VAULT NUMBER 76? (FALLOUT 76)

In spite of being enamored by the surge of energy that intoxicated his senses, the Matthias did share his own agreement with his venn's grim words; something changed in this world. A defilement to its nature, though healing from wounds that occurred long since they both last visited, can still be felt in the present. The drunken haze of atomic residue which threatened to become absorbed in Talos' material body was all he needed to know that an unnatural shift took place.

He glanced to his fellow traveler, his closest venn, and noticed a spark in the crevices of his eyes; blazing rings that looped around their orbs with a fury he had not seen in the Arcane Urias since his only loss to a fellow venn a decamillennium ago. Talos could tell Urias held an unsatisfied opinion on this unexpected change, but his offense to it was interfering with the focus he needed kept on his disguise. Talos would have to interfere, less they be found out as inhuman.

Not that there would be any significant consequence a humanite could inflict upon them should they be found out. Fragility was merely a concept to the Matthias and the Arcane, unburdened by the weakness that haunted the "dominant" species of this world.

And lastly a meme for the four main characters of my Wings And Horns WIP. Now to explain, they aren't technically a found family/group (at least, not when the pairs are together), they just happen to run in to each other so many times. Metatron and Azriel are partnered up to work together to preserve the Soulmate System, with Azriel supposed to be nothing more than a cadet aiding the Archangel, while with Xiang and Jezebel, Xiang is a demon from the Sloth Ring of Hell, who had adopted Jezebel, whose a Sinner's Soul of a damned girl (for unjustified reasons no less). These two pairs are in fact rivals in their opposing missions to protect and break the Soulmate System respectively.

[Image Reference Credits: Art of Archangel Metatron that I found posted on Quora and Kagetane Hiruko from Black Bullet]

Here's a blank template below:

[whiteeyes-is-a-mad-scientist]

heyo !!!! I just wanted to say before i asked of anything, you are such a huge inspiration to my own wings of fire fanart; i absolutely adore ur art and lovely characters,, seeing ur year review from ur most recent post was insanee your art has grown with you fantastically !!!! i found ur drawings around july or august maybe,, and ive been the biggest fan of it ever since. Sunhunter has been one of my favorite characters since like the dawn of time, SUCH an interesting idea for her to see pieces of fate in bodies of water,, but I digress !!!

I'd love to ask if you'd like to draw my oc, Princess Stratus !!

I don't have a real reference for her yet EEK but she's the short purple one in the center of the three siblings !!! altho shes kind of a wip, for her character I'd say she's pretty silent but sharp, like her eyes are reflecting the idea of you through mirrors. she knows what you are before you do. lowkey eerie in nature. I like drawing her in shadows a lot. she's a very clever cookie I like to think, obsessed with the idea of justice; but before her Torment(tm) arc, she was just an ordinary girl with perhaps a bit too much anger. a little weird/socially clumsy when it came to calmer interactions with others. even so she always tried to be kind. if in her strange and quiet little ways; since she's kinda just a head bust rn I don't mind at all if improvisation is needed !!!

thank you so much for the opportunity, and happy new year !!!! I can't wait to see what art you create in the new one !!! :]

Firstly imma show the art of Stratus so my yapping doesnt drown it

I saw the line "I'd say she's pretty silent but sharp, like her eyes are reflecting the idea of you through mirrors." and really ran with the mirror like eyes effect with shading. I love an eerie character like yes please unsettle me with your big ol eyes and keen senses

ok onto the top part of the message-

needless to say i was shocked when I got this message lol, I see your work all the time and love it!!! (even if i forget to like or reblog im so bad about not just "omg love that" in my head but not saying it💀) Love your control of color and shapes its all very expressive and lively!

Thank you for the kind words and im very glad you like sunhunter!! shes probably my favorite oc too lol 💕💕💕💕and of course a happy new year and cant wait to see what you make as well!

[creepling]

FICS FOR GAZA !

hello peeps! i am taking part in wip sponsorships for @ficsforgaza to help out with donations for the many fundraisers they have linked.

to meet with the terms, i am only offering sponsorships of works about video game characters. this includes my usual tcm game wips, alongside one i have of boomer from ssktjl.

here is an outline of steps to participate; send a screenshot that is proof of donation alongside the wip you are sponsoring into my inbox. $1 donated to a fundraiser = 100 words written for the sponsored wip. the word counts i provide are just rough estimations and i am willing to go over if the donations go higher! once a work is completed, i will give special thanks to donators for their contribution to the fic and the aid for gaza!

my limit is $20 for 2k, but feel free to donate as much as you can seperately from my wips!

click here for a further explanation from ficsforgaza if you are still unsure. their blog also has tabs on FAQ, fundraisers and all the info you need.

reminder: do not donate to ME. only send me proof of donation.

MY WIPS

BAD TINDER DATE WITH BOOMER (title still to be decided)

ssktjl!captain boomerang x fem!reader. bad first impressions. enemies to lovers. eventual smut? mini-fic series.

you have a reputation for liking the bad boys. your friends have warned you'll get your heart broken and it's time to move on to better things. after a horrible date with the aussie boomerang-slinger, you decide to finally take their advice. but it's not that easy moving on. there is something about him you can't get enough of...

progress: 676/6000 words

TO DEVOUR IS TO LOVE: CHAPTER 2

tcm game original character. multiple ships. dead dove - do not eat. general tags on this post.

in the second chapter, winona slaughter is navigating through the city life. fate aligns with her hunger and she crosses paths with maria flores and her group of friends. all is well as they take the abnormal, but intriging rural girl under their wing. but winona is struggling to cope with the buffet that she surrounds herself in. let's see how long she can last before things get messy...

progress: 4312/5500 words

THE BABYSITTER (title still to be decided)

johnny slaughter x fem!reader. babysitter trope. stalking. violence and gore. non-con. minor character death. dark smut. dead dove - do not eat.

reader finishes up her babysitting shift and expects the usual routine of her boyfriend picking her up. she doesn't know that someone is watching her, and is waiting for the right time to prance. when johnny finally digs his nails into reader, he knows a sadistic way to get her to succumb to him and have some derranged fun.

progress: 0/1500-2000 words

FOXY (title still to be decided)

johnny slaughter x fox-hybrid!reader. smut. petplay. dom/sub. minor injury. primal. humiliation. tags still to be decided.

fox-hybrid!reader gets caught up in one of hitchhikers traps when trying to snag nugget from the family property. unlucky for them, johnny's been working outside and spots the commotion. finding the hurt, scared reader, johnny takes them in with a devilish smirk. now he's got a little pet he can play with, and he ain't gonna play nice.

progress: 0/1000 words.

IN THE BLUEBONNET FIELD (title still to be decided)

johnny slaughter x fem!reader. smut. stalking. yandere. primal. non-con. knifeplay. bloodplay. dead dove - do not eat.

johnny has been stalking the reader for weeks, relishing in their scared state. as the days go by, the reader feels like she is being watched, catching glimpses of an unknown man following her every move. with morbid curiousity, the reader decides to treck through the bluebonnet fields to finally come face to face with her stalker. when he takes her advances, he finally has her at his mercy.

progress: 0/3000 words.

dividers by @thecutestgrotto.

FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE.

[chunkypossum]

Eris Week 2024 Master List

I knew I wanted to participate in @erisweekofficial this year but I think I went nuts. I did surprise myself at only making complete things this time. NO WIP YAY! I have also decided that I hate everything I have ever written but you’re getting it anyway 🤣

Going through the final edits in the next couple of days. Here's a rundown….

*Summaries if the summaries were written by Bad Lip Reading ...

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Day 1: Bonds and Bargains || Under the Weeping Beech

22k words || READ ON AO3 || Eris X Azriel

PLUS AZRIS ART

I made Mor's power of truth more interesting, got carried away, bon appetit.

*Disclaimer DO NOT actually read this one. Major Character deaths, hurt NO comfort, You're not going to like Mor or what I've done to her etc etc

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Day 2: Childhood and Legacy || Patience of Princes

6k words || READ ON AO3 || Background AZRIS

PLUS ERIS ART: Legacy of Autumn

Prince Eris has a tough day, his momma tells him a story.

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Day 3: Healing || Mother Save us from Your Twisted Fate PART 2

4k words || READ ON AO3 || Azriel X Eris

PLUS AZRIS ART

Eris is alive but at what cost to his soul? Can Azriel and Eris bring each other back from the edge of the void they have spent the last few months lost in?

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Day 5: War || Wings and Steel

2k words || READ ON AO3 || Implied Azris

PLUS ERIS ART: Atop the Knoll

Eris successfully holds up his end of the bargain and manages to bring aid to the Hybern battle in ACOWAR.

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Day 6: AU || Travelers in the Bayou

6k words || READ ON AO3 || Azriel X Eris

PLUS AZRIS ART

Eris is trying to live a quiet life in the backwaters of a forgotten town, hoping himself to be forgotten when trouble walks in.

*This is an excerpt from a full fic I am working on that I managed to turn into a one shot from Eris' POV

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Day 7: FREE DAY || ERIS ART

Surprise Surprise... I somehow managed to make them all involve AZRIS in some way soooo...

Holla at ya boi if you want on or off the Azris tag train :

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