#ya know I actually try to not give them human bodies but it happens in the end

[rated-oof]

[purple-babygirl]

in the far corner of the forest I

Pairings: Orc!Bucky Barnes x f!human!reader Word Count: 3,867 Summary: For the longest time, the kingdom has used Bucky as their number one fighter, forcing him to win their wars for them. The only thing he asked for in return after he was done was that they give him a wife, and they did. They handed him the orphan he picked on a silver platter; it wasn't like anyone would miss her. It would've been perfect if she actually wanted to be there though. Warnings: drugging, sort of kidnapping, crying, a lil dirty talk, nudity, unwanted intimate touching, forced/arranged marriage. 18+ content. A/N: I thought I'd start small and see what you guys think first before posting longer chapters. Please let me know your thoughts if you can and please enjoy xx💜💜

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“Don’t be dead already, dammit.” She heard a low voice mutter as she regained her consciousness bit by bit.

Her body felt so weak, her mind so fuzzy. Her head felt heavy as she turned it to the side with a groan, slowly opening her eyes.

The room she was in looked warm and kind of homely. It was a large room that looked like it was both a living room and a bedroom, only illuminated by the light coming from the fireplace and a couple of storm lanterns hung around.

“Ah, finally awake! How ya feelin’?” The rough voice asked her, now sounding louder.

She’s never sat up faster than she did when she saw the strange man standing at the end of the large bed. 

Her vision went black for a second and her head hurt, but she fought to open her eyes, deeming it unsafe to close them with a strange man around.

Wait, was he even a man? Shit! Was that a metal arm on him?! He appeared to be wearing dog tags.

Has she been kidnapped? Arrested? But what for? She didn’t step into forbidden territory, did she?

“Are you—?”

“A real orc? Yeah.” He smirked confidently.

“And your arm…” she started, sitting herself up straighter as she cradled her head.

He only chuckled, feeding more wood to the fire warming them up.

“Is—is that—”

His smirk widened, “a real metal arm?”

She nodded.

The orc nodded back mockingly and her head was back to spinning.

She was alone, in an unfamiliar place, with a massive snow orc, who had a metal left arm.

It seemed surreal. She felt high; like she was dreaming or making everything she was seeing up in her head. Her mind must be doing an Alice-in-Wonderland bit on her.

“I need to go,” she whispered, more to herself than the stranger, trying to get her feet on the ground but the soldier tutted at her and she froze.

“Not gon’ happen.” He walked closer, watching her cute, little face twist in confusion and fear.

“What?” she asked dumbly, her voice small and shaky.

“You’re not leaving.” He stood before her, huge arms crossed.

“Please, I- I didn’t mean to trespass. I swear. I barely even leave the orph—”

“What are you talking about?” He raised an eyebrow, his large hand getting closer to try and touch her forehead to see if the sleeping potion gave her a temperature.

She immediately flinched, dodging his touch as she started panicking inside. She took a couple of steps back as she tried to rearrange her thoughts, but she couldn’t.

“I— how did I get here?” she asked, her voice sounding way more scared than she had wanted.

“You’re my bride,” the orc informed her with another smile, tusks glinting, and if she wasn’t so terrified she might’ve thought that was a happy smile.

The previous events rushed back to her mind as she remembered her encounter with the orphanage manager just days ago. So the woman did end up giving her to the soldier as promised. She didn’t protect her from that terrible fate.

The woman who had raised her just so easily put her to sleep and let some savage stranger collect her as his trophy wife even after she'd begged her not to.

“Who did you think an orphan like you was gonna marry? A prince? This is not a fairytale kingdom! I’m doing you a favour.” She remembered the woman’s demeaning comment and how she mocked her in front of the rest of the girls.

“No, no.” She shook her head, tears pearling in her frightened eyes, “there must have been a mistake.”

“Oh, little human, quit whimpering. There’s been no mistake; you’re my mate.” His big thumb swiped across her chin. “I have you now and I’m never gonna let you go,” he told her with longing she didn’t understand.

His words made the dam collapse as she burst into tears, loud sobs tearing through her chest as she hunched over and cried.

This couldn’t be her fate. She knew she wasn’t the prettiest or the slimmest of girls out there, but she didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve to end up as a reward for some metal-armed monster. She was a good girl, she’s always been good. She deserved better.

Why did it have to be her that they offered? Why did it have to be anyone? Everyone knew what he was and who he was and they still handed her over like she meant nothing.

“Shush now, enough crying. I don’t like the sight of puffy eyes. Come on, you’re ruining our wedding night,” the orc said, his expression bored as he started to take his heavy sweater off.

She wished she hadn’t looked up at him.

He was big. Huge. What wedding night was he talking about? Was he trying to destroy her? End her?

“What are you doing?” She trembled as the words left her.

He raised a suggestive eyebrow and she chocked on a sob.

“No, no, please.” She shook her head again, crying harder.

“Stop. Crying,” he warned, grinding his teeth and she stopped her wailing at once, swallowing the lump stuck in her throat.

“Much better. Now get yourself out of these clothes,” the orc demanded, his fingers hooking themselves under the hem of her oversized, handed down pullover.

“Please don’t do this.” Her heart was hammering in her chest, her eyes frantically searching for an exit.

“You have one minute to be standing bare in front of me or I’m gonna have you find out what I do to those who make me repeat myself,” he seethed, his eyes hard as they pinned her in place.

“I— I’ve never…” she muttered, her face growing hotter as she fiddled her fingers, “please, I can’t.”

“Oh, you’ve never been fucked, little human?” He teased her, his smile bordering on a smug smirk.

She winced at his vulgar language but nodded, “I’ve never been with a man, in any way.”

Tears were back to her cheeks again at her humiliating confession. She knew it was her last hope and if he didn’t have mercy on her because of that then nothing was going to stop what he was about to do to her.

“Never?” He asked again, circling around her just to see her tremble under his starved gaze.

“Never,” she whispered, feeling as uncomfortable as never before.

“That’s okay. I’ll teach you all the tricks,” the orc chuckled, playing with her hair and she could all but sob again, "I'm only half orc after all".

Was that supposed to be comforting?!

It just made her sob harder.

“What did I say about crying?”

“Please let me go.” She begged, body shaking with her sobs.

“No.”

“W—Why not? I’ll give you all I have if you let me out of here. Anything you want. Please.” She cried and pled although she knew she had nothing to give him.

“I have all I want right here.” He leaned forward to smell her hair, his huge arm squeezing her side almost gently.

If she wasn’t so terrified of what was to come next she would’ve seen the way he was looking at her like she was the most precious thing he has ever seen in his miserable life. Like she was an actual trophy that only he was lucky enough to win.

“Please—”

“40 seconds, little human,” he warned, his face scary and showing nothing but impatience and anger.

There was no way out of this, was there? The door was too far and even if she managed to get out, he would easily catch her and who knows what he’d do to her then. At least he’s asking ‘nicely’ for now. Nice enough for a rough snow orc with a metal arm.

Her hands couldn’t stop shaking as she grabbed her pullover and just stood there fiddling.

“Could— could you look the other way, please?” she pleaded, her eyes too ashamed to meet his.

The orc huffed before giving her his back and allowing her these few seconds of privacy.

He thought it was ridiculous though because he was going to turn around and see her anyway, but decided he’d try and be understanding just because it was her first night with him.

“You’re not wearing that many clothes,” he complained after a minute and she whimpered behind him.

He took it as his cue to turn around and when he did she was as naked as the day she was born, holding the large sweater to her chest, trying to cover up.

“Let me see you now, come on,” the orc cooed, licking his lips at the sight of what was exposed of her before slowly pulling the item of clothing out of her death grip.

She stood there shivering from both cold and fear, shyness gnawing at her insides as the brute’s eyes skimmed down every nude inch of her.

Hell, she was beautiful. Goddesses had nothing on his bride.

“Now why would you hide such beauty from me, hmm?” He bit his lip, taking her hand in his larger one, “come here.”

She choked on another whimper as he forced her closer to his body. She could feel the heat radiating off of his chest and it made her shiver more.

The orc’s rough palms massaged her arms before settling on her bare hips, holding her close to him.

“The name’s Bucky, just so you know what to scream,” he whispered in her ear, softly kissing the spot behind her earlobe.

He felt her tense in his hold and tried to ignore the way it made him feel.

“Please,” she tried one more time but swallowed the rest of her words when Bucky’s face showed irritation.

“I’m sure I can make you cry and beg just fine, little human. Stop wasting both outside of bed,” he told her, his voice firm and authoritative, making her wipe her tears away at once.

“Speaking of the bed, go lay down for me, will you, sweet thing?”

His soft tone scared her more than his harsh one and she didn’t know what was real. It still felt like a nightmare that she would wake up from any moment.

Every muscle in her body was taut, tense with anxiety. Her face burned with disgrace from being exposed like this for the first time in her life and not willingly either.

This wasn’t how her first time was supposed to be. She shouldn’t be forced into it, let alone with an enormous half orc who had no feelings for her and neither she for him.

She desperately wanted to cry it out, but squeezed her eyes shut before she could so Bucky wouldn’t scold her again.

He climbed on top of her, caging her legs between his as his muscly arms framed her head, supporting himself up.

It might’ve been her mind trying to calm her down, but she didn’t think she saw Bucky looking at her with lust. She was expecting to see nothing in his eyes but hunger, like a ravenous beast would look at a piece of meat, but instead she could see… admiration?

Bucky wanted to kiss her but thought against it and pressed his lips to her cheek instead, letting them travel down to her jaw so he could reach her neck.

“Please go easy on me,” she whispered her plea when she felt Bucky’s ‘thing’ poke around her naked thighs.

He was big. So big.

Even if she had had sex before this night, she knew no man could have been enough preparation for the size she was making him out to be.

Bucky didn’t reply, letting his lips kiss and suck on her neck and when he pressed them to her pulse point, he felt like shit about himself.

Her heart was beating like crazy, pounding so hard it must’ve hurt inside her chest.

She didn’t want it at all. She was clearly scared and if her heart was hammering like that he could only feel bad for making her do this.

Bucky pulled away to look at her, her eyes were shut tight, her body trembling still and her fists closed up by her sides as she desperately tried to regulate her breathing.

He let his hand touch her tummy and she quivered but didn’t try to move away. He kissed between her breasts and she whimpered in fear, quickly biting her lip after.

Bucky took a deep breath before gliding his hand up her leg, watching as she her teeth almost drew blood from her lower lip as she bit down hard to prevent herself from crying, panting through her nose.

When he reached her inner thighs she was digging her fingernails in her palms so hard she was sure she’d hurt herself.

Bucky tried to be gentle as he slowly slipped a thick finger up further to touch the cut of her.

She whimpered again but Bucky didn’t stop, dipping the tip of his finger in just a little bit to feel her. He could see her trying so hard not to close her legs as her thighs shook and she started nearly gasping, her eyes still tightly closed.

Bucky swiped his finger between her lips and she was dry as a desert.

She wasn’t wet for him at all. She wasn’t anything but petrified. Nothing about her told him that she wanted this.

Bucky took his hand away and sat back, letting out a sigh as he ran his big hand through his hair.

He didn’t care what the humans of the kingdom thought about him, he knew he wasn’t actually a monster. He thought he could do it even if she didn’t want it, but he couldn’t. He thought it was enough if he wanted and knew how to do it, but it wasn’t.

He knew he didn’t need love to make babies, nor did he need her agreement. But Bucky just couldn’t hurt her, not like that.

He could get her wet enough with his tongue, but he couldn’t find it in himself to force her into this, not on their first night and not in a million years.

He couldn’t set her up for a war she would lose with her own body when her heart and mind wanted nothing to do with him. He knew how big he was; he knew it would be torture for her if she didn’t want it.

Bucky hated that she looked so scared of him. He didn’t want to scare her further. Maybe at first he'd found it amusing, but for some reason that wasn’t the case anymore.

The way she was hiccupping and trembling under him was anything but a turn on.

He couldn’t go through with this.

“Get dressed,” Bucky said as he got up from the bed, pulling his own pants up his thick thighs, ignoring his hard cock.

“W-what?” She opened her eyes, her eyelashes wet with unshed tears as she stared at him blankly.

Was she imagining this?

“Now, before I change my mind.” He really didn’t like repeating himself.

“O-okay! Thank you.” She hated that he made her stutter so much.

Bucky gave her his back, putting his own sweater back on and she got up quickly, nearly stumbling off the bed as she reached for her underwear and slipped it on. Her pullover was next and when her head was through, she noticed Bucky standing by the door, watching her.

She went to grab her shoes but Bucky’s chuckle stopped her.

“What are you doing?” he asked, making her unsure again.

“Getting my shoes?”

“I can see you. Why?”

“So— uh.. so you could take me back?”

“Take you back where exactly?” He folded his arms again and she felt nervous as she swallowed, coming to learn that this was probably not a good sign.

“To the orphanage? I mean, you’re letting me go, right?” She sounded so hopeful, he hated it.

“No.” His definitive answer shattered her hopes.

“What? Why not?” She started to tear up again and Bucky found himself turning his eyes away from her distressed ones.

“You’re my wife, that’s why.”

“But it isn’t supposed to be me! Marry someone else!” She screamed, tears streaming down her face.

“But it’s you I have here. I don’t want anyone else. You’re my mate now.”

Mate? What was he talking about?! They didn’t know each other! And she wasn’t an animal!

“But you’re not mine!”

“I will never let you go and that’s the end of it.” Bucky’s growl shut her right up.

She stared at him in horror and maybe even contempt, but Bucky didn’t care.

“But you said get dressed,” she cried out her disappointment because she really thought he had had mercy on her and was letting her go, but it seemed like he only decided to postpone her torture instead.

“Don’t try to leave because I’ll find you anyway and if I don’t, well, you’d probably be eaten,” he told her, ignoring her comment before grabbing his axe and a lamp.

“Where are you going?” She wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

She might hate him but that didn’t mean she wanted him to leave her alone in the middle of nowhere.

“Gonna go get some more wood to get us through the night. There’s food and water in the kitchen.” She nodded and he opened the door and stepped out.

“B-Bucky?” It was the first time she said his name since the night started and the orc had no idea his name could sound so sweet.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you anyway,” she said, her hushed tone grateful yet laced with sadness.

Bucky only nodded before shutting the door behind him, locking it from the outside.

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Bucky found himself slamming his axe down on the wood more vigorously than usual. He had a lot inside of him and it had to be released. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way she cried and bit back sobs at his touch.

What’s happened to him? Bucky loved nothing more than scaring these pretentious humans of the kingdom! He found incomparable joy in the way they would cower down before his intense gaze whenever he would growl or flex his left arm. He had no problem talking them down, taunting them or even threatening them. So why on earth was it so difficult for him to continue to be like that to her?!

Why did he care so much all of sudden?! Why was it so hard for him to continue to be hard on her?! She seemed like someone who would follow orders just fine. Why didn’t he give her some?

Bucky picked her because she caught his eye. Because he deserved her. He deserved a bride and a family after all that he’d lost while fighting the kingdom’s people’s fights for them. It was the least they could gift him in return. A woman, a new life.

Another growl left Bucky’s chest as he slammed his axe down again.

He couldn’t go back to the cottage with a hard cock. He only had so much control. He needed to get it all out now.

This was going to be hard.

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She continued to cry after Bucky was gone. She wasn’t really thankful he didn’t rape her when he could have, she just didn’t want to fall under his wrath had she tried to argue further.

She was always so scared, of everyone and everything. Always bending to the storm and never fighting back. And look where that had gotten her…. A cast out orc’s wife.

Was that really how her fate was drawn? Was that what was meant for her after so many lonely years in the orphanage?

Her thoughts were cut off by the sound of the key turning followed by the cottage’s door being kicked.

She swallowed the rest of her whimpers as she watched Bucky’s arms enter first, a bunch of cut wood in them.

He was so strong. She was sure he could crush her skull with his bare hands if he wanted to. The thought alone sent yet another shiver down her spine.

Bucky kicked the door closed before walking to the fireplace and setting the wood pieces beside it. He put some inside to keep the fire alive before getting up and looking at her with a look she couldn’t pin down.

“Have you been sitting here the whole time?” Bucky asked her upon noticing how she was curled up on the floor next to the bed, her face streaked with dried tears and her nose and lips swollen.

“Y-yes.” Her voice was hoarse from the constant sobbing.

“You didn’t eat anything?”

She shook her head and Bucky sighed loudly.

He walked to the kitchen and she could hear a fridge being opened. Then a match was lit and something metal sat down on the stove.

A few minutes later Bucky was coming out of his kitchen with a large glass of warm milk. He looked at her as he put the glass on the table.

“I put honey in there to help soothe your throat.”

“I- I don’t want to. Thank y—”

“Come here and drink your milk.” One glare and she was scrambling to the only seat on the table before the steaming glass.

“Don’t leave one single drop in there,” he told her before walking to the wooden closet in the corner.

Bucky got himself something clean and comfy to wear as well as a towel.

“I’m gonna go clean up,” he informed her in case she needed to go to the bathroom but she only nodded so he went on his way.

She watched the door to the bathroom shut and let out the breath she was holding before standing up.

Walking around the room, she found a stack of papers on the smaller table by the window. One was their marriage certificate that she hasn’t even gotten the choice whether or not to sign. She thought about throwing it in the fire, but it would likely cause her more problems than she would want to handle at the moment. Under it was what looked like a contract that they made this orc sign. Her chest tightened and tears pricked her eyes again.

It wasn’t enough that they gave her to a stranger, but they’d handed her out to an exiled orc, signing contracts to close their deal of selling her. What had she done to anyone to ever deserve this?

The room was suddenly too quiet when she looked around again. The milk before her looked tempting and she was hungry, but the door looked better and she was entrapped.

She slowly walked closer as she could hear water running inside the bathroom and when she twisted the handle, the door opened. Just like that. Bucky had forgotten to lock it and now was her chance.

The thunder cracked outside once more as if in warning, but she didn’t pay it any mind. It was now or never.

Part II

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I know if weirdamageddon ever happens, Euclid and Scalene would be panicking as fuck.

Their son (dipper) is juat going around town on his own, getting attack by monsters that wants to feast on his flesh.

Their daughter (Mable) is TRAPPED in a bubble Bill created and is locked tight in there, with Gideon and his gang guarding over the bubble.

I think Euclid and Scalene would maybe have to go 3D on this one-

They would probably be bordering on a panic attack the whole time, frantically jumping from surface to surface, using screens and street signs to try and find where their children are, all while the world burns around them. Their 3D forms are agony to achieve and hard to keep up, but its far better than the inferno. Mabel's Bubble would also be its own special hell, because Mabel, upon seeing them, cheerfully gives them solid, stable forms. Maybe even the human-esque forms both of them have secretly dreamed of having. They can finally hug their children, feel their warm bodies and beating hearts, and be able to provide more comfort than familiar tv static and quiet radio tunes.

And they have to find the will to give that all up. And they will.

For Mabel.

honestly, If Weirdmageddon happened in this universe, I think it would be due to a different Bill causing it. Imagine, GBC!Bill still being stuck in the Nightmare Realm, trying to find a way to actually, eugh, safely find a way for only him to cross over without hurting anyone (because that would hurt Mom and Dad and he can't deal with that again), when, somehow, another version if him stumbles into his timeline! And that Bill is like "Oh, you're still stuck here? Why? Don't you know there's a weak point in reality right near you? Here, let me help ya, pal!"

And before GBC!Bill can stop him, the alternate tears open reality, fully intending on taking over himself, leaving GBC!Bill panicking because "Oh my God, my parents are gonna kill me."

[venoooo]

Reddie headcanons ♡

- Rich refers to the act of kissing / making out as "sucking face" and Eddie absolutely despises it. They'll be at one of their homes, or in the clubhouse, and Richie will casually just go "Hey, Eds, you wanna suck face?" or "Suck my face, will ya, hot stuff?"

- Eddie likes staring at bugs but will freak out the moment one comes near him. Richie, on the contrary, has no problem picking bugs up or even having them crawl on him. Which is why, sometimes, when they're in the Barrens, Rich will catch Eddie staring at whatever bug or trying to chase after one to see it. He will gladly grab the bug so his boyfriend can admire it for as long as he wants.

- After they got together, Richie constantly joked about how he got with only one of the two loves of his life; the first being Eddie, the second being Sonia. This genuinely made Eddie feel bad and Richie had never felt guiltier than when Eddie told him how uncomfortable the joke made him.

-Richie is more sensitive to temperature than Eddie, and his hands are (almost) always cold.

-Most of Eddie's music taste is based off Richie's recommendations.

-This is canon in the novel, but I think it's not talked about much; Eddie has an amazing sense of direction. He seldom, if ever, gets lost, but Richie... It's better he doesn't walk around without a map.

-Though Richie has a very poor sense of location, his sense of time is unbelievably accurate. They'll be hanging out in the Quarry and ask what time it is, no clocks in sight, and just by the position of the sun or his own perception, Richie will be able to accurately tell what time it is.

- Richie was a boy scout like Stan during his early childhood, so he knows a lot of basic survival skills, like how to build a fortress from scratch, what plants are safe to consume or how to start a fire. This has saved their asses sometimes.

- Eddie likes sports and he's actually pretty good at them, but Sonia doesn't want him being physically active because she thinks Eddie is "fragile". Richie knowing this will specifically invite Eddie over to play whatever he wants or run track.

- Richie loves Star Wars, Eddie prefers Star Trek.

- Richie loves coffee, but drinking it will make him hyper as well as give him tachycardia. Eddie doesn't mind coffee, but is concerned that consuming caffeine will damage his cardiac / nervous system, so he avoids it as much as possible. Instead he opts for herbal teas, which he gladly shares with Richie.

- Rich loves to drink and will drink often. Eddie can drink, but he's hesitant because of the negative effects etanol can have on the human body. And, sometimes, when Rich gets shitfaced, Eddie will scold him and remind him and remind him of all the terrible, terrible things that will happen to him if he continues to drink that much.

- After having read Romeo and Juliet in school, Richie would visit Eddie's home and go "O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?" from outside his window.

- Richie can't control his mouth, Eddie can't control his expressions.

- Richie once gifted Eddie a pillbox that he thought he might like and Eddie hasn't used another one since.

- Eddie treasures each and every one of Richie's notes / letters / drawings and keeps them hidden inside a box or something so Sonia won't find them.

- Richie had braces at some point, and Eddie wanted braces because of that.

- Eddie probably likes kissing Richie more than Richie himself likes kissing Eddie, but he'll never admit to it.

- Richie will make sure, year after year, that Eddie's birthday is celebrated to the best of his abilities because he knows Sonia doesn't do much for him on that day.

- They were the first to sign each other's year book.

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That's all I have for now, have a nice day!

[authormars]

how do you think the brothers would react to catching mc smoking weed/being high? I've always wondered what they would think and if they were to smoke it if it'd effect them. just curious, thank you for reading!

(sorry if you don't feel comfortable with this request, feel free to ignore if so

No, I'm perfectly fine to answer! I can also incorporate some of my own world-building headcanons.

So, most human world drugs work on demons, just without the bad effects. For example, (in my headcanon) Lucifer smokes. It doesn't do anything harmful to him, it just relaxes him (and obviously its addictive)

Anyways, continuing with the actual prompt

Lucifer

Let's get something straight. Lucifer is a very big hypocrite. He knows he's a hypocrite. This doesn't stop him from being a hypocrite.

That being said, when he finds out, he is not happy. Your fragile human body can't take that! Are you trying to hurt yourself, MC? Why don't you just go and provoke Satan! It'll have the same effect!

Lucifer is very protective over you. He considers you as important as his family. So when he finds out you're using drugs - which he knows are harmful to humans, don't try and lie to him - he immediately tries to put an end to it.

He's relieved you aren't using something extremely harmful (like some of the party drugs Asmo does) but at the same time, probably don't let it be known you're high around him, lest you be caught up in a lecture.

(that's not to say he doesn't get high himself, but I did say he was a hypocrite)

Mammon

The first time, Mammon doesn't realize you're high. He just thinks you have some curse put on you or you didn't sleep enough.

The second time... still doesn't notice. If you're just high around him, he'll probably be oblivious to it for the first five times it happens. But if he catches you getting high?

Mammon is also protective. He doesn't want his human being hurt! But Mammon also gets high. And unlike Lucifer, he's not a constant hypocrite. So he won't reprimand you, but he may be like "Ya know that's dangerous fer humans, right?"

After a while, as long as it's not using it a lot (to which he will report you to Lucifer for your own safety) he may offer to get high with you.

Leviathan

Ah, Levi. When you're high around him, he notices the signs. He's been around Mammon and Asmo when they're high. Will he say anything? Absolutely not! He's not a tattletale! (Unless he catches you with Mammon, in which case he will immediately report you)

Levi doesn't get high and only ever intakes drugs when he accidentally eats Mammon's pot brownies that he sells. He's a bit to anxious to ask you straight up if you're high (cause what if you're not and he's just being rude?)

If you offer to get high with him (because he will not offer) he may give in, depending on how close you are. But eventually he'll crack and tell Lucifer.

Levi doesn't want you to harm yourself (and will get Mammon in trouble when he can)

Satan

Satan is a strange case. He noticed the first time, but he didn't tell Lucifer (if that old man didn't notice, jokes on him) That doesn't mean he won't approach you to ask if you're high. (Even if you lie, he can smell the weed on you MC, demons have strong noses you know)

Satan disapproves mostly, constantly reminding you of the bad effects of getting high are. If he views it as using it to much, eventually he'll report to Lucifer (even if he doesn't want to)

Satan will not get high with you, do not ask. He's much more content to just read with you because that's what relaxes him, why can't it relax you? Disapproves the most (without being a hypocrite)

Asmodeus

Asmo is also a strange case. He knew you were high the first time you were around him and immediately asked you what you had done, what you wanted to try, brought stashes out of various hidden corners because "Sol and I are always trying new things and Mammon hides the drugs he sells in here. Nothing special, darling!"

Asmo will get high with you and will introduce you to demon drugs (not knowing if they're harmful or not) Thankfully, your guard dog and the actually smart one with stop him before it goes too far.

Asmo is overjoyed because he doesn't have anyone he gets high with besides random demons (and they're not as much fun as you)

Beelzebub

Beel is one of the brothers that doesn't do drugs. He's been high before after eating nearly an entire plate of pot brownies Mammon left to cool in the kitchen. (That was an experience, let me tell you)

Once he finds out (which one of the brothers will have to tell him or you will) he sort of frowns and goes "But Satan says that's harmful for human bodies. Are you okay, MC? Do you need a hug?"

He won't get high with you, but he's fine to be there while you're high (unlike Satan) He'll report harmful usage to Lucifer (and unharmful usage, normally he'll just tell Lucifer if you're high) Doesn't disapprove, but will check up on you if you start using it more to make sure you're still okay

Belphegor

Doesn't notice for the longest time. You could be high around him, get high around him, smell really strongly of weed and he won't notice. Probably the last to find out besides maybe Beel.

Will get high with you, but doesn't really use drugs outside of using them with you. He can sleep just fine and he doesn't really need that euphoria so what is he getting out of it other than time with you?

Belphie doesn't use drugs but will also never report you getting high to Lucifer. (Fuck that old man)

Thank you for your ask, as always! Feel free to request headcanons or fic ideas, I'm always bored and need something to do. Remember to drink water!

I can do the undateables next, if anyone wishes

[yuri-wan-shi-tong]

Let's talk about S2 Arcane Jayce and Viktor.

SEASON SPOILERS FOR S2 OF ARCANE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. (stop reading this Rain <3) I fucking love these two in this season, I loved them in the last season, but it feels like the story is wrapping itself around them and their hextech dilemma. The themes of love and acceptance from the first season that wrapped itself around the main sisters is now given to us in a new context. Same problem, different people. (the sisters still have it happening to them in this season, but I feel like Jayce and Viktor represent the Piltover/Zaun rift better than the other characters in this season.) Viktor represents Zaun's desire to change, to grow. Jayce represents Piltover's refusal to change, a love for the status quo. In the first season they were partners, pushing for the same goal of progressing Hextech, but that changed after the bridge scene.

I love this scene. Whereas Vander or now Jinx might be Zaun's idea of the perfect Zaunite, Viktor is what Piltover believes to be the perfect Zaunite. Viktor is literally the model minority. Kept his head down, worked hard, became a success story that Piltover can use to further oppress other Zaunites who did not achieve his level of brilliance. Viktor however, never realized this. Until the bridge. He thought Jayce loved him and respected him for being who he was. His identity as a kid from Zaun is completely tied to who he is now, and his life's work is to literally rid himself of a condition he got in the streets of Zaun. He thought Jayce took that into account and was supporting him. Then on the bridge he heard Jayce call his people dangerous, he saw that Jayce ordered the blockades. Jayce himself hesitated and recoiled when Viktor said "I'm from Zaun." Jayce LITERALLY FORGOT one of Viktor's key aspects of his identity. He either forgot or is going to say the phrase, "you're not like them." Which is a goddamn slap in the face either way.

At this moment, Viktor has been betrayed by his body, by the people around him, by the institution he's helping. No one respects or supports the human individual he is, only his title. The only one who cared for his individuality was Skye, and he fucking killed her because he was so obsessed with his work. He has wanted his entire life to change, to become different, to grow. In his own words, "To evolve."

Jayce on the other hand has only found success. He's the Protector of Tomorrow, the Golden Boy, the academy's best, a seat on the council, he has speeches and rallies, the entirety of Piltover loves him. He literally cannot see passed his adoration to notice what's actually wrong. He doesn't want himself to change, he wants to stay the same, he wants Piltover to stay the same. There's a whole disturbance in Zaun, but overcoming that problem to him means that Piltover will stay the same. Enter the Hexcore and the Wild Rune.

The Arcane literally gives the two men what they were searching for. Magic. You wanted to find this? To harness it for yourself using technology? Sure bud, here ya go. Just so you know everything after this moment changes. You will no longer be you, you'll be someone else after this. The power is yours, take it. Your concerns right now will be in the past, they won't be important to you anymore. Viktor, dead from Jinx's rocket at the end of S1, lying in a tub of eldritch bathwater, is shown this. He's shown the Arcane, the secrets that they've been chasing, and he accepts. He takes the power, he embraces change. After all, it's what he's been trying to do to his body ever since he was a kid. He has no love in Piltover anymore, nothing holding him back from walking a different road. He arises like fucking Jesus from his tomb into the hottest goddamn character design I've seen so far. I love me a sickly looking twink.

He leaves Piltover. There's nothing for him there. He wanders Zaun, trailing after the remnants of Skye still in his mind and heart and Hexcore. He finds those in Zaun just like him, suffering afflictions and disease, and he realizes he's past that. He's no longer that man. There's so much more to the world and life and experience than that. "So much needless suffering." He says. He takes those shimmer afflicted and "cures" them. Bringing them out of their humanity and into something new. He, and his followers, don't need their humanity anymore, it wasn't doing anything for them. They progress and continue down this "glorious final evolution." Jayce on the other hand rejects this.

He's shown the Arcane. He's given the same option to change or keep things the same, and unlike Viktor, he quite likes how things are. They worked out for him. He doesn't want to change, he doesn't want Piltover to change, and this new power threatens it. He turns against it, smashing Salo/Viktor when he wakes up, because he can see the evolved humans behind their shining eyes, the husks of creatures beyond humanity. He's scared of it.

These two men started this Hextech project with different goals and perspectives, and they managed to not get in the way of the other until now, and what a way to highlight again in a different lens the oppression of Piltover and the desire for freedom of Zaun. Arcane has always been about love and acceptance, and the lengths those without it will go for it, and the lengths those with it will go to protect it. There was always going to be a dividing rift between the man who has it all and the man who has nothing, and so far it's ending in the exact way it only can, with a hole in someone's chest. I cannot wait for Act 3.

[generouskittentidalwave]

Astro boy reboot, oh boy

So news of the new Astro boy reboot series broke out like WILD FIRE and as I predicted the fandom that has been waiting so long for it is very worried of how it'll turn out

But honestly

I'm actually quite hyped for it.

They removed the Miraculous creator from working on it which is a great start in my book THANK THE HEAVENS. Secondly I don't mind Astro having a girl he has feelings for at 9 as that happened in the 80s version and it was genuinely very sweet (ya know until she was found out to be a bomb and the two had to heartbreakingly seperate by her needing to be taken apart which destroyed the fandom's hearts). And he had plenty of crushes over the years so I'm not phased by it.

The only thing I hope for is that they don't make her human, because the problem with a robot child being together with a normal human child is the fact that she can age and he can't as he is permanently stuck with the mind and body of a 9 year old, so OOOO THAT RELATIONSHIP WILL BE *BAD* IN THE LONG RUN IF THEY MAKE THE RELATIONSHIP A PERMANENT THING AND NOT TEMPORARY.

Now to talk about some other things, I am actually really excited for the plot. It's a very slept on plot on the idea that Astro has to keep his robot identity secret from others to blend in as human and sometimes not even discovering he is a robot himself till later as usually unless told or shown otherwise Astro is mistaken to be a normal human child. That idea of self discovery and finding about who you are, who can from, and who you decide to be is a core trait for Astro and I find the plot as a cool way to show that.

And speaking of which, the elephant in the room. Tobio. By the looks of the plot it makes it known that Astro is gonna have the hero name be Astro when he is fighting and will most likely be called Atom by others AND I HOPE I PRAY TEZUKA GOD OF MANGA YOU BETTER HELP HERE I HOPE that they actually keep in and address the fact that Astro/robot Tobio is a robotic replacement by a father gone mad of his 9 year old dying in a tragic car accident as it's a CORE part of his character. The implication that robot Tobio has been living as a replacement in this series and is discovering himself and who he truly is by becoming Astro would be SO COOL

Lastly, the cgi, ima be honest it looks pretty decent. I like the way it looks as we could've gotten something so much worse if it was animated like Miraculous believe me. It looks bright, cartoony and colorful which ppl associate with it causing stir for it being aimed towards kids but the original Astro boy was also aimed towards kids in that same goofy cartoon style. What made it memorable was the story, the meaning, how a goofy and silly looking manga who could hold such darkness and truth and bringing to light deep societal and human issues while dealing with the inner turmoil of a boy trying to find out who he truly is beyond what he was made for. That he isn't a replacement, that he isn't just a robot. So as long as they are able or atleast TRY to hit that mark, then that's what matters to me more than the style.

In conclusion, it's just the pitch idea mind you, just a summed up concept. Everything is subject to be changed and tweaked as things get made and processed. For all we know it could end up being something completely different. The fandom has a reason to be on edge but we should be atleast a bit more open minded towards it until we see it in action it might not be another 2003 but it's definetly no 2009. And as for the ones working on it with both Tezuka productions and the fandom holding them at gunpoint over a series we've waited nearly a decade for, that better encourage them to give out one hell of a series.

Also Tenma and Oshan better be the same divorced science dads we all know and love or I swear to god-

[thepatronsaintoffilth]

If you’re still accepting requests/prompts

Crawls away, overstimulated meets crawls after them/drags them back with Heisenberg or something else

🛑✋🏾🛑✋🏾 ADULTS ONLY ✋🏾🛑✋🏾🛑

🛑✋🏾🛑✋🏾 MINORS DNI!!! ✋🏾🛑✋🏾🛑

pairing: gender neutral reader x Karl Heisenberg*

*he may or may not still be a lycan in this one (like he is in YSLT), I didn't really give any indication to either him or reader being anything other than human apart from the, uh ... rut-like desperation, let's say (... you'll see what I mean in a minute ;)

cw: dubcon, overstimulation, resistance play, biting, toe-sucking, ass-eating, face-slapping, mouth-covering, real sex-pest Heisendaddy behavior, the whole nine, I'm so serious, a lot of "no"s being ignored in this one

❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

It was official.

You and Lord Heisenberg had just entered the second hour of what started off as - and was supposed to be - a quick, frenzied tryst in the workshop before descending into what you could already tell was going to be a full afternoon of balls-deep fucking.

You'd thought it was almost sweet at first - the sheer gusto alone was breathtaking.

But then he just wouldn't stop.

He just ... kept ... going.

And going.

And fucking going.

You only knew an hour had passed because when you were lying on the ground - the only thing separating your naked body from the workshop floor being Karl's coat - you'd caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall and realized how much time had gone by.

This is ridiculous, you hiss silently, shuddering and panting as your second - third? Fourth? - climax rips through you.

You feel his mouth between your legs for the 3rd time in the last twenty minutes alone and wince as your senses, pushed into overdrive, start to overload.

This is INSANE, you amend. We'll be here all goddamn day!

You try to tell him as much, but it gets you absolutely nowhere.

At first, Karl is merely content to shush you - whispering sweet-nothings and reassuring you that it would be over soon, that he was so close, you're so fucking sexy, you're going to make him cum so fast.

When that revealed itself to be a fucking lie, you begin to actively resist him - shoving at his shoulders, closing your legs against his gloved hands, turning your head or even biting him when he tries to stick his tongue in your mouth.

He was amused at first ("Feeling feisty, huh?"), but then quickly grows frustrated.

Which in turn earns you a slap in the face and that beautiful dick of his crammed down your throat, effectively silencing your protests.

You feel his balls slapping against your chin with each grunting thrust. His hands grip your head, shoving you up and down his shaft until you're too dizzy to resist.

"Don't wanna bite me now, do ya?" he growls, knowing full well you wouldn't dare.

You can't answer - outside of the embarrassing glkglkglkglk sound he was forcing out of you.

"Huh? Was that a yes? Try it ... See what happens."

He releases you abruptly, shoving you back onto the ground. You blink the spots from your eyes and wait for the room to stop spinning as you cough and sputter, making an even bigger mess of your face.

About a second or two later you feel his hands on your shoulders and his knees beside your hips, caging you in.

You slap his hands away, swearing and grumbling under your breath about what a goddamn menace he is. You manage to rotate onto your stomach and hoist yourself upright on your hands and knees.

In hindsight, this action was probably a little naïve.

You thought shoving his hands away and crawling out from under him was the universal signal for "I would like to stop now."

And for a moment? Karl actually seems to take the hint and back off.

... Only for you to feel his hands on your hips and realize that he had interpreted your movement much differently than you intended.

He buries his face between your cheeks and starts tonguing your ass, panting and huffing like he can't get enough.

Which in all likelihood, he can't.

You gasp at the feeling of his facial hair tickling you. Then you crumple, chest-down, to the ground as you feel his tongue probing you, heedless of the fact that you're covered head to toe with sweat and debris.

Your right thigh starts to wobble. The wobble becomes an spastic shake as the sensation becomes so intensely good, its almost unbearable.

The shake creeps outward to the rest of your body as Karl adds his fingers to the mix, muttering under his breath about how amazingly responsive you are as he fucks his middle, index and ring finger into your ass.

Between the effort to stay somewhat upright and not faint outright (even now you can't deny that the man has gifted fingers ...), it's a miracle you have the coordination to try evading him again.

When he takes his fingers out of you, you shake his hands off your hip and crawl quickly in the direction of the door, intending to use your momentum to carry to you feet, out the door, to freedom and maybe a shower because you're an absolute mess.

His grip on your ankle begs to differ.

Your Lord's touch is hard and unforgiving as, with one harsh tug, he pulls you right back where you started.

"Karl - !"

"We're not. Done yet."

He flips you onto your back as you get tangled up in his coat sprawled out on the ground. You drag it with you to cover yourself. He pushes the garment up with an impatient grunt, re-exposing your lower body. He thrusts himself inside you in one brutal, sloppy stroke.

"For fuck's SAKE, Karl - !" you cry out before his gloved palm slaps down over your mouth, stifling the swearing diatribe you were about to spit in his face.

"Shut up. And quit running from me," he rasps, his tone caught somewhere between smoldering irritation and what can only be growing desperation.

You manage to jerk your face out from under his hand long enough to snap, "Then get ON with it!"

"We're almost done, I told you."

"You said that an hour ago!"

Karl freezes. Then he glares down at you and coldly asks, "Are you clock-watching?"

An icy tendril of fear creeps down your back. You shake your head. You might be willing to put your paws on him when he goes too far, but you know better than to wound the man's pride - the one sore point that might legitimately get you killed, even with all you've come to mean to him.

"N-No, I -!" you begin, only for his hand to come down over your mouth again.

"Good. Now quit you whining!" he growls as he starts fucking mercilessly into you again with renewed vigor. "We're almost there."

He lets go your mouth and gathers you closer to him, the increased pressure and friction driving you that much closer to insanity. You feel another orgasm building, and you can tell this one's going to be messy.

"K-Karl, baby ... Please ... Give me a -"

"Shh, shhhhhhh," he whispers. "Almost there."

"Karl ..."

"Almost there. Almost ... Almost there"

Roughly half an hour later, the two of you finally get "there".

After several detours, of course.

Your Lord felt compelled to fuck your mouth again.

Then he spanked and berated you for protesting and trying to ward him off.

Then he sucked your toes greedily (a concerning first, since he'd never shown any interest in your feet up to this point) before finally, at long, long last, cumming inside you before collapsing on top of you.

"See? That didn't take so long, did it?"

You manage to slap him twice over his head before he even processes through the haze of post-orgasm bliss that you're striking him.

He look at you blankly for a moment, the depths of his eyes cold and almost transparently remote as he floats back down to Earth. You're reeling back for a third time when he catches you hand without even looking.

"Oh, I see ... You haven't had enough yet."

"Get OFF me, you oaf!"

"You should have told me so, buttercup. I would have held off a little longer."

"I swear I'll claw your eyes out if you don't leave me ALONE!"

He rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, that's right, talk dirty to me. That's the way to get me off your ass."

"FUCK YOU."

He snorts.

"You will, if you'd just hold still. So impatient ... It's like you're trying to get me hard again."

"Karl - !"

Whatever you were trying to say is lost in his mouth as he kisses you till you quiet down.

And he keeps going.

- Saint

P.S. - My ask box is still open for requests! This was so much fun, and I can't wait to get more. Also, shoutout to the anon who sent me this. I love a good yanked-back-after-crawling-away kinda vibe 😘😘😘

[skyyguy]

[barefoot] clegan ceo au 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 give me barefoot and pregnant Gale 🤯🤯🤯

[ BAREFOOT ]: the sender picks up the receiver and carries them inside because they're not wearing any shoes.

Thunderstorms had always been one of his favourite things. The way the sky roared and cried, as if a war was being waged in the heavens, one that humans would never know anything of. Rain cascaded down, beating a drum for the war to rage to. Gale found it comforting, soothing. To think, if there were such things as gods or God, that they were still just the same as humans, angry and spiteful, vengeful and feral. What other reason was there, Gale wondered, for war? 

It was on a train of these thoughts that had brought Gale into the garden in his nightclothes– boxers and one of John���s old, soft shirts, hanging off of his smaller frame and masking the softness Gale hated so– without shoes, the puddles and mud and soaking grass surrounding his bare feet. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe he’d gotten pregnant, sometimes he hated it, for the way it exposed his body as something not quite Gale, and sometimes he loved it. Most times, actually, he loved it. After years of taking T, the odds of him getting pregnant had been low, according to his doctor, yet here he was, 7 and a half months pregnant. 

And in the rain, beneath the warring heavens, cold rain drenching him to the bone. And Gale felt peace. A sense of peace he wasn’t used to. He cradled his arms around his belly and lifted his face to the sky, eyes closed to let the rain wash over him. 

The night before had found him plagued with nightmares, of a past that didn’t want to leave him, of hidden truths and unkind secrets, kept from his husband as he slid from the bed and pretended to be restless with pregnancy. John, he was sure, had known something was up, but he’d long since given up trying to press for answers. He knew Gale would talk when he was ready. He knew Gale trusted him with his life, with his future, with his very essence. Whatever had happened in the past was just that: in the past. 

“Gale? Honey?” John’s voice broke through the near silence in the backyard and Gale blinked his eyes open, looking towards the house. Gale hadn’t been paying attention to the time. John looked perplexed, but his gaze was warm and fond, and he was smiling softly. 

“You’re home. Welcome home.” 

“What are you doing?” 

“Dancing,” Gale replied without thinking. 

“Dancing?” John seemed even more perplexed. He shucked his suit jacket off, loosening his tie. 

“Ya. Dancing,” Gale replied, spreading his arms out and spinning in a circle, his feet splashing in the puddles, mud oozing between his toes. John dropped his tie on top of his jacket on the floor and stepped out the elaborate stained glass doors onto the patio, humming. 

“I don’t hear music,” he said, conversationally, as if he always came home to find his pregnant husband dancing in the garden during a thunderstorm. 

“You don’t? It’s all around us,” Gale replied, stopping his spinning to sway, reaching out and running his fingers along a flower, smiling at it, “it’s the way the trees move in the wind, the way the rain splashes in the puddles, drums against the house. It’s the way the thunder rumbles and cracks, the way wind whispers around, pushing the rain here and there,” Gale sighed happily. John wasn’t used to him talking this much, but he found he was just as entranced by Gale’s words as Gale seemed to be by the rain. He stepped off the patio, letting the rain flatten the hair to his head, press his shirt into see-through lines against his skin. 

“Feeling poetic today, huh?” John asked, splashing through puddles to reach Gale, holding out a hand, “well, if you insist there’s music, you’re leading,” he said, watching Gale’s face light up in a loving smile as he took his hand, pressing close against John and wrapping his other arm around John’s shoulder. John put his other hand on Gale’s slim waist, sliding it under the over sized shirt and rubbing his thumb along the dip of his hip. 

John hadn’t really expected Gale to dance, but when he started to pull him along in an imperfect waltz, John went willingly, letting Gale lead and spin them around. John felt the difference between the sopping grass and the slick pavement beneath his shoes and had a moment of concern for Gale’s bare feet, before Gale was pressing him into another step, laughing with his head tilted back to lift his face to the roaring heavens. Lightning flashed, washing Gale’s face in a momentary light. John’s breath was taken away by his husband’s ethereal beauty, by the way this man had landed in his life, had decided that he was the one for him. John had never felt luckier. Gale had never felt happier. 

The song, apparently, ended and Gale stopped spinning them, resting his head on John’s chest, their height difference working perfectly to allow it. John ran his thumb along Gale’s, letting their joined hand fall to their sides. Gale’s lips were curved in a soft smile and his eyes were closed, his body relaxed and happy. John kissed his forehead, tasting the rain from his husband’s skin.

“Alright, love, how about we go take a bath, now?” John asked, barely a whisper so as not to ruin the moment. Gale blinked his eyes open and peered up through his wet lashes at John. Rain dripped from those long clumps. 

“Carry me?” Gale asked, his voice just as quiet as John. John’s heart felt so full of love that it might burst. 

“Always, my heart, always,” John replied before stepping back half a step, untangling their hands, and moving quickly to sweep his blushing husband up in his arms, holding him cradled against his chest. Gale let his head rest on John’s chest once more, humming softly. 

The rain was starting to lessen as John turned and carried Gale inside, out of the garden, away from the warring heavens, towards the prospect of a nice, hot bubble bath together. 

[thegamingcatmom]

Hi! i would like to ask something, kind of a HC's thingy that's been bothering me for quite a while. Regarding period and vampires, so I do not think they would feel attracted to it because imo that's just gross(?) but I wonder would they feel bothered by it? In my last story between fem!reader x Denali sisters I had my character like isolate herself, not from fear that they'd harm her but because she thinks her own scent might be off somehow, that it would bother them, make them uncomfortable so even though the isolation thing is not the best becuase this vampires hate to be away from their mate is what fem!reader came up with as a solution. What are your thoughts? Would it affect them in any way? Would they still be around even if it would make them uncomfortable? I'm honeslty curious to read your answer! Thanks and have a lovely day <3

Hi there! 💋

First of all, I LOVE how lengthy your ask is! I really enjoy analyzing and fleshing out different topics and HCs. Seeing someone else giving equally as much thought and interest to an idea makes my heart soar, lemme tell ya. 💓

And, oh my, some HC indeed. 🩸🫣🩸

Alright so, I feel like vampires would definitely be affected by it in some way - whether that be hunger or hunger, if you get what I mean. With that said, I do think some vampires feel sexually attracted to it, others don´t. It´s like with any kink/preference - to each their own.

Let´s not forget: It´s vampires. They play by different rules. 😉

(Which is also why I really enjoy writing about the supernatural - you have a lot more leeway when it comes to things that are usually considered "questionable".)

What I like to do when dealing with supernatural creatues is to make it abundantly clear I do view them as such. This means really laying the focus on what makes them different from your usual human. What makes them the creature that they are? If I´m gonna be writing about something inhuman, I want them to act inhuman and do things a sane person might consider morally questionable.

So yes, in case of a vampire this could also include blood/period kink. I wouldn´t be opposed to writing that.

Now, would they feel bothered by it? They might, depending on whether they went to bed hungry or not, lol. Like, a vampire that hasn´t fed in weeks is more likely to absolutely lose it than a vampire who´s just had dinner. I think it also depends on their experience with such a thing - how long have they been a vampire? I imagine Jasper would have a lot more trouble in such trying times than Carlisle.

(The poor thing.)

As for a vampire with both experience and a full belly, I like to imagine this change in scent could actually be quite...addicting? In a way? Vampires absolutely detest being seperated from their mate, I agree with you there. When it´s that time of month though, this urge to breathe down your neck be near might just ramp up quite a bit. It´s an instinctive response in a way, they do it almost unconsciously.

Let´s be real: It´s like a drug to them. A drug that´s available only a few days per month. Ofc they´re gonna want to get their daily dose while they can. 🫠

Also: It´s probs not just the blood that´s gonna affect them. When on your period, there´s a lot of things going on in and with your body. There´s the mood swings, the bloating, the tenderness in some areas, the cramping, the release of pheromones etc. etc.

All of that doesn´t go unnoticed because they got a sense of smell that´s out of this world. They´ll probs know when it´s gonna be that time long before you do, because the changes that occur in/with your body will start way before the actual period.

With that said, the scent will be off, but it´s not gonna bother them. Quite the contrary, I would say. (If we´re talking about well-fed and experienced vampires who ALSO happen to be romantically involved with you.)

And IF they felt like they had to take precautions, then they´d have more than enough time to do so because the early signs of your body changing will be like a countdown to them, so to speak.

There´s different ways to deal with this topic ofc, and I do like what you came up with! It´s more a hurt/comfort approach to things, yes?

Thank you so much for your ask! I truly enjoyed that deep dive. 🥰

Lovely day to you as well! 🫶🫶

[ceruleanwhore]

Since I’ve seen so much Silvio hate since his route release, I wanted to take a minute to talk about why all 3 of the visiting foreign princes make me uncomfortable because I believe in equality. Please keep in mind that I am on a break from the ikepri app rn so I have not actually played Silvio’s route, though I did read a translation of it on here previously, but I’m going to try to avoid using stuff from that.

Starting with the man of the hour, first to be released, I’d sum up my feelings about his character as “eat the rich — literally not sexually ya numpty.” He is the embodiment of everything I’ve ever hated about capitalism and the 1% and genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, it would delight me to watch him die because of how he represents that. His jangling, the way he throws his money around (the fact he has, what, 10 billion for Rio to waste on a gem at auction in Rio’s route), and, most importantly, the complete lack of any apparent morality or humanity. He demands everyone respect him because of that money (respect as in deference that comes with authority) while he throws around his bullshit bootstrap rhetoric and refuses to treat anyone at all with respect (respect as in the basic human decency kind). There’s also a seriously sadistic streak in him and so it’s not enough to be a billionaire prince, he also has to take this random woman as his indentured servant and constantly upset her on purpose and demean her to punish her for someone else’s accident.

Next up is Gilbert who, to me, is just plain annoying more than anything else. He and Chev never really scared me or anything with all the violence since it’s super predictable with them, so that doesn’t really bother me, per se, but the way he’s a pushy little dick in social situations pisses me off and if I were Emma I’d be dead because I would’ve yelled at him within like 5 seconds of meeting him. The hell of it’s that he’s supposed to be this master manipulator but he doesn’t seem to even be all that good at manipulation since his is so ham-fisted, he’s just a pushy asshole. My thing with both him and Silvio is that I fucking hate money and I fucking hate authority and I believe that no one, including myself, should have it the way they do, and it makes me immensely angry to watch them use those things to abuse others.

Now, I saved Keith for last because he’s actually the worst of the three in my opinion and he genuinely scares the shit out of me, and not because he happens to have DID, but because of what sort of people main!Keith and alter!Keith are. 

WARNING! MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND TRUE CRIME

Main!Keith just strikes me as being the kind of guy who would beat his gf and eventually kill her and, every time I see him, he reminds me of the Yellow Dress assembly my high school did about domestic abuse. He seems like the shy, insecure nerd who, in the early days, would worship the ground his gf walks on and just be so grateful that she decided to give him a chance, etc., until that turns into possessive jealousy over time, which then would feed into him isolating her, turning more violent, and then maybe killing her and hiding her body in the woods. Genuinely, the last event story I read with Keith made me INTENSELY uncomfortable from the very beginning because he had these vibes and I don’t know if I’ll be able to read his story because, in my head, Emma will already be dead, basically.

As for alter!Keith, he seems like the kind of guy who would literally be a serial killer, just going off the event stuff I’ve read, plus the second prologue and other act II routes. I could genuinely see him killing with no real rhyme or reason, unlike Chev and Gilbert who are so completely predictable. If main!Keith gives me true crime vibes in a OJ Simpson way, alter!Keith is more like a David Parker-Ray sort of true crime, and they both scare the living shit out of me. I can’t tell you how uncomfortable it is seeing so many people in the fandom talk about how much they love Keith and how nice and cute they think he is when, to me, he’s one of the scariest fictional characters I’ve ever encountered, mainly because I know he’s supposed to be a romantic lead in spite of everything I just said. Silvio and Gilbert would annoy me to death but Keith would do arts and crafts with my skin and hide my chopped-up body in the woods.

[anhed-nia]

BLOGTOBER 10/10-11/2023: MAD LOVE (1935), BODY PARTS (1991)

I had always heard, casually, that Eric Red's BODY PARTS was a remake of Karl Freund's MAD LOVE. The relationship can't be quite that direct, since each film is adapted from a separate novel--MAD LOVE from Maurice Renard's The Hands of Orlac (1920), and BODY PARTS from a book with the English title Choice Cuts (1968) by crime-writing duo Pierre Boileau and Thomas Narcejac. It just so happens that the two films deal with the notion that consciousness exists throughout the body, not only in the brain. This is a real idea, actually (Wayback doesn't get behind this paywall, but maybe you have something better), although I haven't heard anyone posit that personality exists throughout the body like it does in these exciting movies.

Simply one of the best appearances of a human being in a movie.

In MAD LOVE Colin Clive plays Stephen Orlac, a famous pianist who, after a devastating accident, receives a transplant of both hands from the disturbed Dr. Gogol (Peter Lorre). Orlac doesn't know that he now has the hands of a murderer, and they have retained their former habits. Gogol uses the ensuing drama to try to deprive the pianist of his beautiful wife Yvonne (Frances Drake), a Grand Guignol performer with whom the doctor is obsessed. Gogol seems to know that body parts can remain identified with their original owner, and perhaps this awareness feeds into his general attachment to appearances. His projected relationship with Yvonne is filtered through layers of simulation: He "knows" her from her stage role, and he lives with a wax figure of her in a self-conscious imitation of the myth of Galatea, the living statue. Perhaps what's inside doesn't count so much, when the personality is equally embedded in the outside.

In BODY PARTS, psychiatrist Bill Crushank (Jeff Fahey, don't ya just love him?) receives a new arm after a surviving a spectacular car wreck. The experimental procedure seems like a godsend until previous owner's violent nature begins to infect Crushank's behavior. To solve the mystery of what is happening to him, he seeks out the recipients of other limbs donated by the same crazed killer, including a vigorous young athlete named Mark (Peter Murnik) who needed new legs, and Remo (Brad Dourif), a hack painter who has experienced a burst of highly lucrative inspiration since he accepted his new arm. All of the men have been contaminated with the original donor's destructive rage, but Mark and Remo are less willing to part with their, er, parts. Here we have a whiff of the notion that the beast in man--the animal self that resists civilization--is connected to bodily power and pleasure, and also to subconscious, intuitive mental activities like the artistic impulse. Crushank, a psychiatrist who works with prisoners to help civilize them, is naturally less benefited by these bestial qualities.

The makeup in this movie is incredibly great, you can practically smell that arm.

BODY PARTS and MAD LOVE share the intriguing feature of a kind of decentralized evil. There is the evil of the original owner of the parts, and the evil that grows in their unwitting recipients, and the evil of the egomaniacal doctors who perform the operations for their own purposes. Villainy is sort of a free-floating essence that travels through bodily tissue but is never confined to a single, containable, even killable person. Instead it spreads like a virus through a person's life until both their inner feelings and their outer circumstances are entirely tainted. It's fortunate for the films' protagonists that consciousness is still corporeally dependent, despite how communicable it is, or else things could have been a lot worse!

PS Both of these movies deserve a lot more attention than I was able to give them during what I did not know would turn into a speed run season of Blogtober. I reserve the right to revisit them later! I didn't even get to talk about how BODY PARTS was co-written by Norman Snider who co-wrote DEAD RINGERS with David Cronenberg...

[despereaux7writes]

Obey Me (OG): Lesson 16-19

I wrote this a couple years ago. I really needed to write down my interpretation of what happened after all that mess happened in Lesson 16-19 (you know, when Belphie murders you :v ). I believe all the dialogue is pulled word for word from the game, but I wrote everything else :p

Oh also, so my MC's name is Des (big surprise I'm sure lol) and I didn't have the energy to go through everything and change it to "MC" or [y/n] like people often do, so sorry if that makes it not as fun to read :v It's also not finished but we can just ignore that...

But here it is! I hope you enjoy! :3

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“Here you go,” said Barbatos, setting down the large tea tray on a table already packed full of a wide variety of pastries and sweets. “It’s a special Mandragora blend,” he added as he quickly stepped out of the way as the demon brothers crowded into the living room, followed by Lord Diavolo. Barbatos had a slight smile on his face, but his eyes were sharp and calculating as he watched you being shepherded towards the treats. 

Asmodeus giggled with excitement. “Yay! Afternoon tea prepared by Barbatos!” he sang, sitting down on one of the plush couches and pulling you down next to him. There was a small scuffle as a number of the other brothers all tried to fill the remaining seat next to you at once, but your blood ran cold as Belphegor stole the coveted spot, pushing up against your side you as he shoved away a protesting and persistent Mammon.  

You froze, your muscles instantly tense. Why was he sitting next to you?? He had made his hatred of humans... very clear... and while learning about what really happened to Lilith seemed to have changed things, someone couldn’t just shut off a burning, festering, hatred that they had held onto and been consumed by for countless centuries just like that, could they? 

Everyone around you laughed at something as they all took seats around the table of treats, but you barely heard it. All you could focus on was the heat of Belphie’s body as his arm pressed up against yours, and the tug at your sleeve as he grabbed at it in a clingy manor. You could hear your heart racing as it thudded heavily in your ears, your throat getting tight and your mouth going dry. Was he just pretending? Was he planning on attacking you again? Normally with the other demon brothers there you would have felt safe, but Belphie was sitting so close... 

Someone on your other side, to your left, took your hand and entwined their delicate fingers with yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. You blinked, your panic momentarily broken as you turned to see Asmodeus snuggling close while leaning his head against your shoulder. His expression was playful, but his eyes dart meaningfully in front of you. You follow his gaze to find Mammon eagerly holding out a plate full of food in your direction. 

“Hey! Hey Des, wanna try some of this?” he asks with a grin.  

You force yourself to reach out to take the plate, giving him a weak smile in return, and he doesn’t seem to notice anything is off. 

“Oh, ya gotta try these muffins here too!” Mammon exclaims, adding them to the pile of food. 

You could feel yourself starting to sweat. It should be ok, you think to yourself. Belphie shouldn’t try anything with the others so close... 

You weren’t sure if you actually believed that, but you tried to pretend that you did. 

You take a slow and deep breath, and doing your best not to be obvious about it, you tried to relax and focus on the conversation around you.  

Satan leaned across the table, holding another plate towards you. “Here, I’ll give you this piece of cake as well,” he said with a warm smile. 

Next to him, Leviathan shook his head as you set down the first plate to take the second. “Pff...Satan, that’s way too big!" He snickered. 

The brothers continued to chat around you with an almost giddy excitement despite what had just happened not even an hour ago. When you had been lying limp in Mammon's arms, the life slowly fading away from your broken body... Didn’t they remember? 

A hand reaches out and gently places a fat flaky scone on one of your plates and everybody suddenly falls silent. 

You look up to see Beelzebub. His violet eyes lock onto yours with an awareness you haven't seen since you jumped in front of him to protect him from a raging Lucifer.  

“I was planning on eating this myself,” Beel said, his voice low and gentle. “But here, you can have this scone too, Des.” 

Everyone looked back and forth between you and Beel and the scone in complete shock. 

“Did Beel just give his food to someone ELSE?!” Asmo asks astounded, breaking the silence. “Beel?!?” 

The brothers erupt in conversation again, teasing Beel, asking if he switched bodies with someone else again, and laughing together. To your left, Asmodeus moves so he can wrap an arm around your shoulders and hold your hand at the same time, shifting his long slender legs over yours so he is practically sitting in your lap, always wanting to be as close as he can get away with.  

You practically jump out of your skin when that causes Belphie to pull you closer towards him, trying to push Asmo’s legs off of yours.  

“Hey, don’t snuggle up to Des like that, Asmo. You’re too close!” Belphie pouted, looping his arm around your free arm, almost making you tip your plate in the process. “I’m the one who gets to sit next to Des. Don’t you butt in.” He leaned in close so he could properly glare around you at Asmo, his face just inches from yours, and you catch a familiar scent.  

Fresh laundry, a faint touch of lavender... 

You breathed in his scent as you rested your head against his shoulder, his arms wrapping tightly around you as you returned his embrace.   

“Oh Des!” Belphagore exclaimed, pulling you close and burying his face in your hair. “You’ve set me free! You saved me!” He nuzzles against you, his hot breath tickling the skin on your neck. “Thank you so much... I knew it,” he said, his voice growing soft. “I knew you’d come through for me.” 

You stood there for a minute, just holding one another. It was oddly comfortable, despite only having spoken to Belphie once or twice before. There was just something so soothing about him, his embrace warm and soft. And his scent... 

Asmodeus refused to be pushed away from your side.  

“Aww, come on. Can’t you see that I love Des so much that I can’t help it?” Asmo smiles innocently at his younger brother, snuggling close to your side. “You can have Des’ right side, Belphie. That’s all you need, right? The left side’s all mine, ‘kay?” He kept his tone light and friendly, but there was a definite possessive edge to his voice. 

You closed your eyes as you relaxed more into the hug. 

“In any event, Des, all I can do is thank you.”  

You opened your eyes and tried to pull back a little so you could look at him, but Belphie’s arms held you firmly in place. 

“Now I can finally achieve what I set out to do,” he purrs, squeezing you a little tighter. 

Beel lets out a heavy sigh. “No fair... I want to sit next to Des,” he says sadly as he takes the entire tray of finger sandwiches for himself. 

The smallest bit of doubt began to twist in your stomach. You try to pull back from him again, but he still refused to let you go.  

Well... he had been locked here alone for quite a long time... that’s probably why he didn’t want to let go yet. It must have been awfully lonely, with the only rare visitor being Lucifer, his captor.  

You tried to smother that flicker doubt as you rubbed Belphie’s back comfortingly.  

He lazily raises his head from your shoulder and rests his cheek against yours, his dark indigo hair tickling your face as he whispers softly into your ear. “Ah...this really brings back memories. This feeling... I wonder how long it’s been since I’ve touched a human?”  

Mammon, unable to sit still any longer, jumps to his feet and points accusingly at Belphie and Asmo. 

“Y’know what? You’re ALL too close to Des! Get away! Go on, shoo!” He steps in your direction between the couches and low table, bumping against it, almost causing various plates and cups of tea to spill their contents. The brothers all began yelling at Mammon, who ignored them, waving his arms at Belphie who was closest, trying to get him away from you. 

He finally relaxes his grip on you enough that you can pull back and look at him. He gives you a lazy grin, his half lidded violet eyes staring back into yours.  

“So, Des...” 

Something about his tone instantly puts you on edge. His grip tightens around you once more as he begins to shift and change. Two black rams horns grow and twist from his head, a long tail with a thick black tuft of fur at the end wrapping around both your and Belphie’s legs. His eyes lose their sleepy luster and become cold and sharp, making the little hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.  

“How can I express how I’m feeling right now?” He gives you a predatory grin as you make a weak attempt at pulling free. “What can I do?” 

“Ugh, it must be nice being so popular, you NORMIE!” Levi says over the commotion as Mammon tries to pull a loudly protesting Belphie from his seat. But then he adds a little more quietly, “Um, but you’re the one normie I actually like, okay?” 

You make a real effort to pull away this time, but his grip is like iron.  

“You humans really are foolish, idiotic, weak creatures, aren’t you? You’re so stupid that I can’t help but laugh.” His arms tighten uncomfortably around you, making it difficult to breathe. “Don’t blame me for tricking you, blame yourself for falling for it.” 

This can’t be happening. You jam your hands between the two of you and push, struggling to get free. You’re attempts becoming more and more frantic as he continues to hold you with ease.  

“If you die,” Belphie purrs in your ear, “the exchange program will be ruined, and Diavolo’s reputation will be in tatters. I hate humans, you see.” His grip around you gets even tighter and tears spring into your eyes at the pain. Your muscles ached as they were crushed and bruised under his touch and you could feel your bones barely enduring the pressure.  

“I hate them more than anything in the three worlds.” He growled. And with that he gave a squeeze, and you felt something snap. 

Satan lets out an exasperated sigh as Asmo tries to scootch you away from Belphie and Mammon while they practically wrestle with one another for the spot next to you on the couch. 

Pain erupts from your chest, and you would have cried out if there had been any air left in your lungs. Instead, all you manage is a weak strangled whimper, which just causes Belphegor to chuckle. 

“Does it hurt? Finding it hard to breathe? I’m sure it must be very unpleasant. I have to say, seeing a human face twisted in pain like this... why, it’s so much fun that I can barely stand it!” He begins to laugh, the motion only causing you more pain. You can feel his arms squeezing you harder and harder as something else breaks.  

With your last remaining bit of energy, you desperately try to speak the name of one of the demon brothers you made a pact with, but nothing comes out. Your vision begins to grow dark as another piece of you cracks and breaks, the white hot pain overwhelming your senses.  

Belphie’s laughter continues to grow as your strength fades and the world goes black... 

You drop your plate, which falls and shatters on the rug below, catching everyone’s attention. 

Lucifer stands suddenly, his harsh gaze causing both Mammon and Belphie to wither slightly.  

“All of you, that’s enough.” He doesn’t raise his voice, but there is no disobeying the power in Lucifer’s command. “You’re making Des uncomfortable.” 

There is some awkward murmuring from Belphie and Mammon as they return to their seats, making halfhearted attempts at excuses, but soon going silent as Lucifer’s gaze intensifies.  

Diavolo, who had been quiet up until now, lets out a hearty laugh. “Hahaha! There must have been so many things you’ve all wanted to do for Lilith over the years.” 

He laughs again, causing the others to chuckle and relax and fall back into easy conversation. Belphie, though once again leaning against you, seems to have temporarily forgotten about you as he and Mammon continue to battle one another with glares and dirty looks.  

Every bone in your body screamed at you to run. You could feel the sweat beading up on your brow and the back of your neck as Belphie continued to rest up against your side like he hadn’t tried to kill you not even an hour ago. Like he hadn’t actually killed you... 

“Is something the matter, Des?” 

You hadn’t realized Barbatos was standing directly in front of you. He crouched down to sit on his heels, eye level with you. His tone was kind, but his cold calculating eyes seemed to glimmer with amusement.  

“... Is something the matter, Des?” He asked again, slower this time, head tilting slightly to the side.  

Everyone’s attention once again turned towards you, but you’re panic made it hard to think. All you wanted to do was run, but you had to act normal. Everyone was so happy to have Belphie back, despite... Don’t think about it. You couldn’t ruin their family reunion. You couldn’t make this about you. But your skin began to itch as you felt everyone’s eyes on you, and the panic only grew as Belphie turned from Mammon to return his attention to you as well. 

But thankfully, like before, Asmodeus came to your rescue. You feel a sharp pinch on the back of your hand, momentarily breaking your concentration free from your panic. You turn and look at him, at Asmo, his warm orange eyes comforting as he gently takes your hand back in his, his thumb softly brushing back and forth over your skin.  

You take a shaky breath and turn back to Barbatos. 

“Do... do you think I’ve warped history?” You couldn’t hide the anxiety in your tone, but hopefully nobody would realize it was actually because of Belphie.  

Barbatos gives you a reassuring smile. 

“Ah...I take it you’re worried about the other Des’ disappearance?” 

Yes... the version of you who had died... But Mammon interrupts before you can answer.  

“Oh yeah... I thought I was gonna have a heart attack when that happened!” 

“Ah, right,” says Asmo, his other hand gently rubbing slow circles across your back. “You mean when the other Des vanished in that cloud of smoke?” 

Barbatos gives a nod and then carefully begins picking up the pieces of your shattered plate.  

“I know I told you that I have the power to see both the past and the future,” he says. “But the truth is that there’s one more secret – something I still haven’t mentioned. You see, I have the power to select from any number of different potential realities and make any of them into the sole reality.”  

Your focus had once more began to drift towards Belphie, but Barbatos’ words quickly caught your attention. 

“Within the various potential realities, there are an infinite number of versions of Des... however, in the sole reality I chose, the one and only Des is the one right here. That’s why the previous Des disappeared while the you remained.” 

There was a tense silence.  

“You know,” says Asmo, suddenly looking a little uncomfortable. “I notice how you sort of smiled as you said all that, but...um...” 

“As far as abilities go, that’s a pretty powerful one to have, don’t you think?” asks Satan, glancing at his brothers around him.  

“The Legend of Barbatos: Most Powerful of All Beings...” Levi said in awe. 

Mammon “Eh, details. Who cares about all that complicated stuff?” 

END

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I had planned on continuing, but that never happened. So instead there is an abrupt and awkward ending :v

Hope you liked it though! :>

[eldritch-spouse]

A terrible idea: going to Morell to get Santi’s mark removed

[Horrific idea truly, I love it.]

TW: Descriptions of gore; Mentions of cannibalism (to no one's surprise).

Morell rounds the corner, pushing the doors to the kitchen open and halting, eyes narrowed.

The pig he had on his shoulders, disoriented but still trying to scramble off the chef's body, is rolled to the ground, groaning at the impact. Morell sighs, taking his eyes off your frame seated upon his chopping block. With a measured kick to the skull, his ingredient chokes and passes out.

" Put it back. " He orders Turnip, who replies with a quick "Yessir!" and begins dragging the unconscious form away.

The chef leans against the counter in front of you silently. He knows damn well who you are, the hickeys and bites on your body are distinct, the tired look on your heavy eyes. Obviously, the large mark on your mons leaves no doubt who you could possibly belong to. Question is, why the fuck are you in his kitchen, sitting half-naked on the cutting table? More than confused, the shroom is cautious.

" Santi send ya 'ere? " His arms fold above a large chest, not exactly amused.

" N- No. "

Good, for a moment he thought this was some bizarre attempt for a three-way.

You stare at Morell with barely contained terror, and he supposes it's justified, your kind belongs in the warehouse, not out and about. In fact, the shroom finds it irresponsible of Santi to let you roam around unchecked, anything could happen.

" I don' suppose yer 'ere ta be my next dish? " The blue monster laughs to himself. " So... What do ya want? "

Pushing your panties down slightly, small hands frame the mark on your lower body. His brow arches as soon as you make eye contact again. " Cut- Cut it off, please. "

Are you fucking serious?

You want to cut off the symbol of Santi's ownership? And you're asking his coworker? Who eats your kind?? Brilliant strategy.

Morell scoffs, which then turns into full-blown laughter, escalating into thunderous guffawing as he loses breath and tears up. He knows humans aren't always the brightest, but dear lord, you're just a riot? Maybe the demon's right and you really are his match, because this is the type of reasoning capacity he'd expect from the incubus. There is so much wrong with your plan, Morell could stand there and pick it apart piece by piece to your face, letting you know how utterly half-witted it is.

First and foremost, what makes you think that you can just remove that layer of skin willy-nilly, out of nowhere and with no consequences? Second, are you actually convinced that Santi won't notice something's off when he tries to establish contact with the mark? Do you think Morell would gain anything from rattling a powerful demon who works with him? That he'll be content with just one little snip of useless skin? Frankly, above all else, Morell is more surprised that you'd trust him not to keep carving when he starts...

Just from looking at you, he knows the best kind of cuts you'd make, and you're intact enough that people would pay good money for them. Sure, he'd take the mark off your body, but he'd also take a lot more, absolutely.

You almost appear to glare at him, and for some reason, that only amuses Morell more. In a blink, he moves to crowd you, hands slamming onto the sides of the cutting table. " Ya want that off? " Slightly luminescent eyes bore into yours, challenging.

" Y-... Yes. "

You've got guts, and not just the type he likes to eat. He'll give you that much.

The chef's rictus rises past his scarf. " Aight. Lay down then, we don' really do anesthesia 'ere girlie. That ain't gonna be a problem, yeah? "

He wishes he could have taken a picture of the fear that just glazed over your eyes as you rest your bare back on the steel, edging your panties down only enough so he could work. It's a pleasing sight, something that sends chills of delight down his spine.

There's a gulp. " No. "

Morell rolls his eyes. They always like to play brave, don't they? One would be surprised how quickly that gallantry fades as soon as the initial snip is made. " Atta girl! Now, close yer- "

" P-Please be fast. "

Oh, his delight is so sick it's borderline deadly. " Aww, scared? Don' stress piggy, just close yer eyes and I'll handle it. "

Morell brandishes his cleaver, resting its blade on the skin just above the mark, held still there like a promise. The shroom doesn't move a muscle until you give in, relax and close your eyes. The way your lips tremble in dread is gorgeous, he can see why the demon picked you.

Left hand holding you down by the thigh, the right one drags the cleaver ever so softly against your goosebump-riddled skin, eating up the resulting whimper, before he raises it.

" Ready? Three... " He quietly puts the kitchen knife away. " Two... " Now looming over you, arm outstretched.

" One... "

After a short pause, your head is grasped by his bare hand, lifted, then slammed back onto the table.

Simple. Quick. You're out like a light.

He took care not to crack anything. Morell nods to himself, sighing as he slides your panties back up and asks Pepper to fetch him one of the spare ropes. When the bobble returns, he busies himself with hog tying you, snickering to himself about your silly little ideas. Piggies can be so dumb, he swears they come up with new stuff everyday.

Morell brushes his hands on his smock and ruffles your hair lightly before setting foot outside the kitchen and getting into an elevator.

Now, to find the demon slut and teach him a lesson about how to properly trap a pig...

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 3.5 /5

Book Blurb:

Yellowjackets meets House of Hollow in award-winning author Kyrie McCauley’s gripping and magical YA thriller following a group of young women as they face the stress of harsh elements, a mysterious monster, and an unraveling of secrets after their yacht is wrecked off the coast of North America.

Liv Whitlock knows she doesn’t belong there. But after years of stumbling between foster homes, often due to her own self-destructive tendencies, Liv desperately needs to change the trajectory of her life . . . so she steals her perfect sister’s identity.

Liv starts to rewrite her story, winning a prestigious internship on a movie set filming in Alaska, and finds herself on a luxury yacht alongside pop star Paris Grace, actress sisters Effie and Miri Knight, Olympic gymnast Rosalind Torres, and social media influencer Celia Jones. Liv tries to find common ground with her famous companions, but just as the group starts to bond, a violent storm wrecks their vessel, stranding them on an island in the North Pacific Ocean.

Among the threats of starvation and exposure, they learn there is a predator lurking in the forest, unlike anything they’ve seen before—until they begin to see it in themselves. Every injury they suffer on the island causes inexplicable changes in their bodies. With little hope for rescue and only each other as their final tether to humanity, can the girls endure the ominous forces at work on the island? Or will they lose themselves to their darker natures? 

Review:

Yellowjackets meets House of Hollow in this story about a group of young women who get stranded on an island off the coast of North America and begin experiencing new transformations... and trying to survive a predator that lurks in the island. Liv Whitlock was a problem child, she was volatile, a lone wolf, and she yearns for escape. When she takes her sister's identity and uses it to apply for a prestigious scholarship on a movie set to film in Alaska, she wins and finds herself on a luxury yacht alongside Paris Grace, actress sisters Effie and Miri Knight, Olympic gymnast Rosalind Torres, and social media influencer Celia Jones. Liv tries to befriend the girls and then they are suddenly ship wrecked due to a violent storm, leaving them stranded on an island in North America. While trying to survive starvation, exposure, and the deadly predator that lurks on the island... something else is in the water that is beginning to change the girl's bodies... from growing gills to wings... can they survive and make it back or will they die there? This was definitely a quick easy read that captures a bit of body horror and the fun of Yellowjackets. The body horror was fun and the threat of a deadly creature on the island was a fun twist to the story, I wish there was a bit more and it dived into the girls' time on the island rather then just go with the "oh she's dead, oh no she's actually alive" thing that kept happening. Overall its an easy read and if you enjoy stranded island stories give this one a go!

Release Date: June 18,2024

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and HarperCollins Children's Books | Katherine Tegen Books for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[smolghostbot]

GT July: Banter

In which I write for a prompt named "Banter" when only one of the characters can speak. :P (I think I pulled it off)

Story takes place well into the future after they're a Something. Technically Melody SHOULD be using Patch's actual name when being serious as they can properly communicate by now, but we're ignoring that for sake of Mystery(tm)

Word Count: 600 Character bios in my pinned post Worst CW I can think of is mocking a physical attribute (ears), but through a lighthearted, joking, and fantasy lens. When I'm scraping that hard for warnings, you know it is fluffytime.

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It was a lazy Wednesday, one of Mel's days off work, and Patch was relaxing on the couch with her. The sprite was practicing drawing what they saw on the TV as they watched a nature documentary. Mel was lying upside-down on the couch, her long legs up against the wall and her head on the seat right next to Patch as she read a book, the cover of which had some generic knights riding on horses. Patch wasn't quite able to make out the name considering the book was upside-down, and their Human Script was still a bit rusty.

"Boop."

Don't do anything, don't say anything, she just wants to get a rise out of me… Patch thought to themself, as their ear twitched in response to Melody's poke. It was a completely involuntary reflex which always made Melody coo and giggle, as she found it to be the cutest thing ever.

"hmmm… boop!"

Okay she gets one more and then she's dead.

"hmmmmm……"

Patch braced themself for it. They could feel the ear boop happening any second… but there wasn't one.

"Hehe… tricked ya!" the human exclaimed, giggling again. Patch stood up and turned around, only to immediately have their ear poked. "Boop!".

Patch immediately started "angrily" stomping their feet, fists clenched as they looked at their human companion. This was half genuine, but was also an indicator to Melody that they were okay with this little game. Had they not been in the mood, that was their time to sign a "no".

The human smirked at her small companion before continuing. "You know, you're just the cutest little sprite ever. You know that, right? With your big cute ears?"

Patch crossed their arms defiantly, Melody knew they hated being called cute and played it up for all she could. "Aw… don't give me that cute little scowl, you know you love me!"

The human placed the book down on their chest, forming a heart with her hands. Patch did a similar motion in response, but then split the heart in two, an exaggerated angry look on their face. Melody placed a hand over her heart and gasped at this gesture in a mock astonishment.

"I can't believe you would say such hurtful things! All I did was compliment your cute and adorable ears!"

Patch responded by squeezing their ears closer to their face, in what Melody had seen before as a mockery of her own rounded ears. Learning that Patch (and all sprites, apparently) found human ears weird and ugly was one of the funniest things Melody had learned about their species, although considering how much they used their ears as part of their body language, she supposed it made sense. The human replied to this gesture with feigned indignation and offense.

"Wow, Patch. Wow. Here I am trying to be a good person, a diplomat between our peoples, and you show up with such a hateful and insensitive display. Frankly, I expected better of you as ambassador for spritekind."

At that, she finally hit her limit for what she could say with a straight face, as she started laughing. Patch followed suit, not quite understanding the joke, but the infectious laughter of their human companion was more than enough. Their silent laughter was felt more than heard as the two of them shared this moment.

As she calmed down, the human spoke again, in her normal voice. "Okay, okay, I'll let you get back to your art. Still just goofing around, right?"

Patch smiled genuinely and gave a proper heart symbol with their hands, which the human mirrored before picking up their book, giving a simple "Love you, Patch" before resuming their reading.