#yeah i literally just wanted to turn him into a creature
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this weird bird
a friend said hold him like swan and this was my immediate mental image (this is not what they meant)
the people wanted to kiss him face but thats a bad idea. he got sharp teef. he bite
turn him into marketable plushie
#grian#grian fanart#creature grian#yeah i literally just wanted to turn him into a creature#the people (discord server) immediately fell in love#i might draw more of him i dunno#im a bit enamoured#edit: i freaking forgot to color one if the claws are you kidding me#aaaaaaaaaaaa that's gonna bother me forever now#am i gonna fix it? no#i can't be bothered#raff's art
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today in defenses of boromir that no one asked for: tired of reading that boromirâs death was in vain because he failed to save merry & pippin from the uruk-hai. the fact that this clearly important warrior was willing to die to protect those two is what convinced the urukhai that they had indeed captured the halfing who carried whatever important thing saruman wanted. they took the hobbits to isengard (to isengard gard) because they thought they had the right ones! boromir didnât succeed in preventing their capture but he did in fact keep them alive by making them seem valuable. furthermore, he actually also saves frodo in this way: because the orcs and uruk-hai think they have what they came for, they stop looking and turn back: if they had not, they might have ultimately found and captured frodo or at least raised the alarm that a hobbit with an Important Thing was on the loose, setting others searching. which is the very heart of tolkienâs worldview - that you do the right thing because it is right, and doing the right thing is never in vain.Â
to conclude this essay boromir died a hero and saved not just merry and pippin but also frodo and sam - and in doing so also saved himself from the ringâs attempt to twist him to its own ends
#YES THIS#I will not stand for trashing Boromir the whole entire reason the ring got to him first was by twisting his love for his people#and his sense of responsibility for them#thereâs not a single other member of the Fellowship who has the same weight of leadership on their shoulders at this point in the narrative#donât tell me about Aragorn yes he leads the rangers but thatâs like being a king of cats they do fine on their own mostly#he literally was not convinced to let Gondor even know he was there until this exact moment Because Of Boromir#the only one with comparable protective responsibilities is Gandalf#and the second ranked literal Istari had BETTER outlast the very stressed human man#Boromir didnât expect to be here man he VOLUNTEERED for the Mordor suicide mission AFTER telling everyone how suicidal it was#literally showed up to ask Elrond about a weird dream and was told#âoh hey yo weâre about to have a meeting about what to do with Sauronâs Ultimate Doom Weapon that just surfacedâ#âyeah one of the creatures you thought werenât real had it in the tiny sheltered pastoral outskirts of your known worldâ#âyeah we realized maybe we should have some human rep from like actual civilizationâ#âand not just the brooding forest man with the silly nicknameâ#âalso turns out itâs the guy whose return is the literal point of your entire very difficult job apparentlyâ#âaccording to the elf who will correct you loudly about it IN THE MIDDLE of a very important meeting full of very important people at which#you are trying to represent your kingdom wellâ#and then they take FOUR (4) of these little myth guys with apparently no combat skills#why? he may ask??#Gandalf shrugs: âthey can be sneaky and they grow good weedâ#my man is having a TIME ok#YOU try maintaining your mental health under these conditions even WITHOUT the evil Literally Actively Corrupts The Hearts Of Men accessory#which is btw around you 24/7#also no one else in the party wants to take the path back through the kingdom you feel bad for not being an active defender of rn#or rather#the guy who should Probably Already Be There based on the authority he is actively wielding to lead the party doesnât#and everyone listens to HIM#look to be clear I love and get Aragorn but like#you gotta feel for Boromir here#and then he snapped out of it IMMEDIATELY and was intensely heroic about atoning
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A second look at the human fucker community on monster tumblr
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After a while you start to notice some trends in how people talk about fucking their hoomans
Vampires: This is Brother Reginald Regicus Regicum who I slowly corrupted and tempted with earthly desires across several long years until he became a creature of the night like myself. We're throwing his one year vampirization party in a month, here's the invite, if you don't come it's a personal insult, to me.
Orcs: This is Himby the Himbo who I snagged in some raid I did because I got bored on my way to the grocery store. It's funny when I make him wear cat ears.
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Demons: These are Sir Good and Sir Goody. I make them wear matching collars because of how they were all but boyfriends before I enthralled them with my dark magic. You noticed their matching collars right?
Werewolves: You'll never believe this, but my human Stucky, who used to be called Lady Stuck Up, was actually a repressed and stuck up person before I helped her embrace her wild side TM.
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Naga: ...Anyway after spending 400,000 years praying I finally met the human who is the love of my life and we recited mantras together, after 200,000,000 years of this we began to *blushes* hold hands and then the gods...
Other kinds of dragons: This is King Dragonslayer the Unfucked. I use him as a display stand for my jewels when not fucking him.
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Showing the humans parts of their world they've never seen (the depths).
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Man humans really are such pathetic creatures
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Stop reblogging this as a human fucker post! I advocate for exterminating those pests! It's literally in my bio! Human Fuckers DNI!
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Hey OP we need to 'talk' IRL. Don't bother turning on your location, I already know it.
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Seeing elves in human fucker communities is always such a "bro thinks he's on the team" moment. Oh yeah you're so different from humans with your pointy ears and... oh right that's literally it.
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Elves are like humans but lame and pretentious, even lame and pretentious humans are better. Eying a 'human' only to notice pointy ears is like biting into a blueberry muffin thinking it's a chocolate muffin, if blueberries tasted like shit.
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If it makes you feel better I fuck both humans and elves, just got back from a raid where I scored plenty of elves to make into my obedient little whores.
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That doesn't make me feel better.
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Finally going to an actual human town. What do human eggs look like? Don't want to cause any problems by mistake.
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People on this webbed site will really just say anything about hoomans huh?
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OP, humans don't lay eggs. It's weird that you thought they did. They're mammals.
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I thought they were like platypi no need to get up my ass about this
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Okay you know what fair.
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I'd say good morning, but I didn't wake up with a beautiful human on each side of me so actually it was yet another mid morning.
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Halloween AU!!!
hey so. i put SOOOOO much effort into this au and for what? at least it ended up looking cool? anyways Halloween is my favorite holiday and i just HAD to make something for them!
i had a LOT of ideas for what everyone would be, but i really wanted to stick to a certain theme cause it's based around Halloween. i knew i had to have a vampire, werewolf, and a witch. cause like... obviously. iconic Halloween stuff!! but i took some liberties with everyone else and i think they turned out pretty cool!!
Jason was originally a fox shifter (which i still love and might draw art for some day) but i went with a bear in the end. is that because i thought about tiny bear cub Jaybin and wanted to cry? yeah. yeah it is. i KNEW Steph was going to be my werewolf though i started doubting myself when i went to draw her. turned out to be my favorite drawing on here which makes sense cause she is my light my love my daughter my will to live and all that jazz
Tim was actually gonna be a harpy but thank god i didn't go for that in the end. Duke was the one that was a bitch and a half trying to figure out BUT!! comments on the post asking what y'all thought led me towards Psychic so THANK YOUUUU everybody that commented!! (specifically those who thought of ghost!! Duke and Tim ended up being a perfect duo in this au)
Babs was pretty easy to figure out what I wanted for her. I read somewhere that they are seen as protectors of forests/ are considered spiritual authority figures and also.... she looks cool as fuck. Did not expect how easy it was to find a ref for a deer in a wheelchair though? I can never find the right hand or face angle reference but that was super easy???
For Bruce there was literally no question he HAD to be human. it's literally so funny that everyone who knows Batman thinks he's a spooky vampire but he's human. his first son, however?????? THAT'S the vampire. I knew Dick had to be a vampire too. A little nod towards that one comic run but in my au nothing bad happens ever 𼰠Damian also being a bat shifter is very on purpose because how funny is it that he's a bat man. Literally not a single person in the League thinks that Bruce is telling the truth about being human. Bruce you are NOT beating the secretly a vampire allegations.
adding in Jay's hilarious joke it's so fucking funny:
Alfred is actually a demon. I CAN NOT remember who made this post so if someone can help me find it, it would be appreciated!! because this was inspired by them!!! but somewhere i saw someone talk about Alfred being a demon that Thomas and Martha made a deal with (i think it was for an au idea?) and I just HAD to put it here. Alfred looks so human and everyone expects it, but he's definitely not. I put the ??? because it's so fucking funny. see if you can spot the 1 hint i put on his drawing that something is amiss!!
Peter is from an alternate dimension still, but it is not a world of creatures like him, it's just the same as LoF canon except Peter grew some extra limbs and eyes. He finds that it's actually pretty easy to fit in with the Waynes. Hard to feel like a freak when a guy can turn into a fucking bear, or your dad is a vampire, and the teenagers in the family are trying to summon ghosts or make potions.
additional doodles for this au:
i am still debating whether i am going to draw something for this au or write a oneshot, but i DO want to do something with these for Halloween
#(putting a hypnosis thingmabob in front of you)#oooooo you don't notice i forgot peter's tooth gap in the character design sheets#oooooo#you're getting veryyy sleepy and so you don't notice#listen he was the last one i drew and i worked on this for 9 hours#halloween au#halloween#erinwantstowrite#ao3#ao3 fanfic#leap of faith ao3#peter parker#leap of faith catch me if you can#leap of faith#thank you for the ask!#dick grayson#bruce wayne#jason todd#tim drake#steph brown#cassandra cain#duke thomas#babs gordon#damian wayne#alfred pennyworth#batfamily#batfam#art#character design#character illustration
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Yandere Fantasy Villain
Imagine youâve been transported to a DnD-Fantasy-like world. Quests, adventurers, and mystical beasts are everything you could dream of. Youâve already established your little troupe; becoming an important cornerstone of the group. Whatever your class, youâre excelling at they really rely on which is why things go badly when you meet himâ-the recurring villain of this world.
âOh myâoh my Zoth.â
âWhat? Do I horrify the little hero!?â
âNo, youâreââ
âWorse than you imagined?â
âNo, youâreââ
â(Y/n) stop freezing up!â
âYouâre the most beautiful creature Iâve ever met!â
The group is horrified as they plan a tactical retreat, finding it easier to thwart the Fantasy Villainâs attacks which are suddenly less frequent. The group just assumes youâve been enchanted because since youâve locked eyes with him youâve been unable to stand on your feet. Wide-eyed and breathing heavy you just canât stop the heat climbing over your face and ears as you replay the moment you met over and over.Â
âYou realize heâs a part of the ugliest most horrible race known to all of Azarothan.â
âIf thatâs ugly then Iâm dead!â
âM-maybe he did enchant them?â
Meanwhile, the Villainâs returned to home base, shedding his armor and dismissing his entourage. Sat on his throne he replays the words youâve said to himâŚover and overâŚ.and over again. His ears are turning a deep blue and he canât help the involuntary reaction of the volcano attached to his castle bubbling with excitement.
âThey-they think Iâm beautiful?!â
Heâs reeling with an overflow of energy and unknown vigor when he recalls your awestruck face as you fell to your knees clutching your enchanted tool. He canât stop the thought of you in that same position but in a different setting. Cursing his lacking imagination he concocts his usual magic to spy on the troupe with his crystal ball but this time heâs focused solely on you.Â
âSurely theyâll brag about the enchantment they left on meâŚ..and maybe talk about their own infatuation again.â
It strokes a different kind of pride when he hears you deny being cursed. The feelings are mutual. Heâs over the moon all four of them. You have to understand the Fantasy Villain has never been told something so flattering.Â
âFrom another worldâŚ.figures. This world could never make suchâŚa perfect soul.â
Since their upbringing, theyâve been met with nothing but scorn and hatred. Vowing to rule and change the world that did that to him. If others did express interest it was because he had power or was literally about to kill them. Your reaction, your unadulterated feelings for him, the tug at his soul is the only sign he needs before his objective changes.Â
âI wanted to rule the world so I could change the world for me. But now Iâm going to change the world so I can rule with them.â
He means it. The troops are given new orders, the deadly nightmarish beasts are given new tasks, and heâs already concocting a million different plans to attain you. He watches the crystal ball relentlessly trying to hear and see as much as he can to learn more about you. He realizes very quickly that he really hates those adventurers of yours.
âCâmon (Y/n)! Just because youâre attracted to the enemy doesnât mean he isnât trying to destroy the world!â
âYeah (Y/n), youâve got to get your head in the game. We need you!â
âIâyour rightâŚsorry guysâŚI just donât think Iâve ever seen someone who fits my preferences so perfectly.â
âYou donât even know him!â
âBut one look in his galaxy-like eyes and it felt like I did.â
He really hates them. Listening to them talk you out of your feelings for him. Before you arrived they were minor pests. Simply a small roadblock that he would eventually crush to shatter the hopes of the people when they needed them most. Now they were just obstacles in the way of his goalâyou.
âSire those adventurers you told us to keep an eye on are on the move. Should I give the order to attack?â
âNoâŚsummon the siren Iâd like to take a different approach.â
He gets incredibly crafty, despite only meeting you once he can tell you arenât heartless like he. Heâs certain should you find him to be responsible for the death of anyone youâve met youâd reject his love. So heâll make it his plan to slowly break your little troupe, such spunky and erratic individuals may be just the only tool he needs.
âMy orders, My Ruler?â
âJoin their group. Do what you like with whoever you wish.Â
â?â
âBring discord how you see fit.â
âYes, My Ruler!â
His plan is perfect and the group isnât nearly suspicious enough to reject his double agent. Whoâs presence triggers the cracks that this group had always had. When the group splits apart needing to cool off youâre left alone, a perfect chance for a moment with you.Â
âHello, little hero.â
âWhoa, what are you doing here? My troupeâs not too far! A-a-a-nd IâIâm willing to fight this time!â
âThatâs a shame because I came to speak to you.â
âReally! Ahem, I mean about what?â
âAbout those words, you said to meâŚ.I wonder did you know what theyâve ignited.â
Taking advantage of your easily lowered guard, he speaks the truth. Coming in close enough to feel the heat escaping from your armor, heâll share the tale of his past. Which as he predicted makes you so sympathetic and just as willing to sing his praises as the moment you met.Â
âBut youâre not ugly or horrid like they all say.â
âNo?â
âI think youâre beyond handsome. One of the most ethereal beings Iâve ever met.â
âDo you truly think so?â
âI know so⌠Iâm just sorry no one else has told you that.â
âIâm happy it was you.â
When you let him dive in for a kiss, naturally you accept it. Returning his vigor in kind if not with sympathy or just your attraction, you miss how he places a magical mark on your neck. Or how he casually enchants your armor to protect you better. Or how he influences the flora and fauna of the forest to curve in the direction you came from essentially blocking the path back to your camp. When he reluctantly releases you he further promises heâs never letting you leave his grasp. Promising to one day have you on the throne beside him.
âI must return and so must you. Your friends will worry.â
âOhâŚyouâre right.â
âDonât sound so sad, weâll meet again.â
âNot just in my dreams.â
âNot just in your dreams.â
He leaves not only giddy with love but with a new plan in mind. He prepared to be faced with a struggle, to have to fight for your affection as the enemy youâd be fighting. But he wasnât prepared for your heart to be swayed so easily. Licking your remnants on his lips, he knows that you can be deceived, and conveniently so can the rest of the world.
Fantasy Villain devises that if the history of his raceâs banishment and exile were portrayed in a certain light. You could defect to his side without guilt and if some of the more stubborn adventurers were to also agree thatâd make things so much easier. Pretending to be persuaded to sign some peace treaty after being gifted enough land to rule over with you beside him didnât sound too bad.
Even if that didnât work the Fantasy Villain has decided you will rule beside him whether he has to trick, drug, or force you to be his. Though he adores the honest love in your eyes when he looks at you and heâs going to do whatever he needs to have it.Â
#yandere x reader#yandere x you#lovelyyandereaddictionpoint#yanderexrea#yandere#yanderes#yandere original character#yandere oc x you#yandere oc#yandere oc x reader#yandere concept#yandere drabble#yandere fantasy#yandere isekai#yandere villain#yandere villain oc#yandere male#yandere writing#soft yandere#yandere x darling#yandere dnd#yandere fantasy villain#yandere x gn reader#yandere x gender neutral reader
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HAZBIN HOTEL HEADCANNONS WITH ENDERMAN! READER
Prompt: a 9â5 creature comes by and randomly builds the crew things.
ITS ACTUALLY FUNNY CAUSE IMAGINE YOU BEING CHARLIE IN THIS SITUATION-
You hear a knock at the front door of the hazbin hotel and open it to see a 9â5 TALL ASS PERSON WITH DARK PURPLE SKIN WITH SMALL PURPLE FRECKLES SCATTERED AROUND THEIR BODYâŚ.
Immediately door slam like Alastor got in the pilotâŚ.
She kept reopening the door as you finally got tired of that bullshit and teleported inside as you croakedâŚyour jaw unhinging in a weird attractive way as your eyes were blinded by a black blindfold.
âUhm sir? Are you here for the hotel?â Charlie asked as you nodded turning slowly with a croak. You pulled out a wrench ready to show how you wanted to work for her. Charlie smiled awkwardly as she shows you around the place. Literally you had to duck a lot to the point you had to crawl like a baby just to fit in the roomâŚ
Embarrassing it isâŚ..
But at least you can kinda shapeshift a bit to 3 feet less as you are at 6â5 which made the others feel a lot more comfortable about you being comfortable in this height as you still kinda crouch to pet keekee.
I feel like Lucifer will like you personally because of how you like to build and take things apart to renew things. So he definitely brings you in his workshop as he rants about his duck collection as you slightly grumble unconsciously as purple pixels fly around beside you.
Dead assâŚyou are beautiful with your purple ender eyes they glow behind your blindfold in the darkâŚthe hotel cast and even say as they would see them from afar at night.
I headcannon Enderman! Reader to have slight muscles but is really strong despite their skinny look. But really they/he has a nice build under his working clothes.
Vaggie was shocked to see you teleport away before she could prick you with her angelic spear. She definitely had Alastor keep a look on youâŚbut you only built and fixed around the hotel like a handy man.
I can see Angel dust taking a picture of you while you are behind him working having your sleeves up as you work as the Snapchat caption says, âHeâs working hard to please meâ as a joke. You definitely got death threats as you just stare at your hellphone confused as you block them all.
Sir Pentious has accidentally looked you in your eyes once and your unhinged jaw as you screeched at him as a static sound enters his head âŚit made him scared of you for almost five months until you explained and calms him downâŚ.you didnât like to be scary to others.
Angel had told you how about how you could be a model with your skinny yet built body as you just stood then staring at him through your blindfold.
Tbh your dynamic with Angel dust is âgirlbossâ x âhousehusbandâ as you literally build and fix things
I bet reader built Lucifer a duck boat once as you stand there as Lucifer looks like he is about to cry in the duck boat you built as he gives you a thumbs up. It was a derpy sight but funny.
I headcannon Enderman! Reader to always pick things up, nifty including as she just smile kicking her feet back and forth with a smile. âI like em! Letâs keep him/them!â
YOU KNOW HOW IRON GOLEMS HOLD FLOWERS?! YEAH ENDERMAN!READER HOLDING FLOWERS FOR THE RESIDENTS đŚâ¨
It would be funny be at a height comparison with Alastor as he just smiles as you stand there fidgeting with your hands.
I can see husk raising a brow at you like â𤨠who the hell is this guy?â As you walk a bit sluggish holding your tool box
I can also imagine reader having slight difficulty at reading the room or having social skills as they were isolated from people before dying definitely. Like you would croak softly patting Vaggie when her secret was out only for her to push you away as you were trying to say you fixed the toilet.
You stood there confused until husk just sat you down before you teleported after her.
You attacked a sinner for trying to rob you as they grabbed your blindfold in accident only to get attacked and a see an unhinged jawâŚnext thing they saw was a punch.
Charlie definitely cleaned you up, she was just confused who blood it was as you stay quiet and quietly croaked in your throat.
I headcannon endermanâs to have a raspy voice because they canât talk but try to. As itâs either deep or a decent voice tone.
Imagine if enderman! Reader met the other overlords before their decrease in height as they stare up at you kinda intimidated by your height. Their necks definitely hurt ďżź
HOPE YOU LIKE IT! đŚâ¨
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Etho doodles in which I let my inner dinosaur nerd take over đ and also have no idea how to shade
Get it cause he's old and washed up haha... ok but actual raptor Etho hybrid justification below cut
To be honest the main reason was because I really wanted a hybrid in the mix who wasn't some furry creature and a reptile or amphibian or smth instead. Etho still ended up feathered but whatever it's close enough! But for ACTUAL reasoning:
He does feel damn ancient, like an old deity of the mcyt space that no one can dislike. Dinosaurs are the same!! They're old but still thought of with great fascination and fondness, everyone loves dinosaurs...
Dinosaurs are ever so mysterious, as many advancements as we make there's still so much we don't know. Just as we know jackshit about mister Kakashi skin man. Also, there are so many incomplete skeletons out there. I didn't have a particular species in mind for Etho, because where's the mystery in that? He can be one of those 5% skeleton 95% speculation dinosaurs like this guy!! Missing jaw and all
"I'm a runner, not a protector" - so, a raptor, or more specifically the Dromaeosauridae family, which literally has "running/runner" in its name
But! I'm always a fan of stuff going against its nature, especially in this case! Etho states he's not a runner yet protects his allies rather fiercely even in total silence. Eg refusing to kill Cleo in SL or to give away Tango's location during the LimL manhunt, same for Grian in SL. He was a bit flaky in 3L I think? And he only started to have genuine care for allies in LL with Bdubs? Though he is still very much a runner in many cases like during the LL Wither fight. Research also strongly suggests that most if not all raptors were solitary hunters, and the way I see Etho (through my shamefully limited watchtime of his POVs...) he feels a lot like someone who ultimately only trusts himself at the start even if he's pleasant and allying with others, and doesn't seem to think he can carry his weight in groups though he doesn't voice this a lot. That's just how Etho is, very composed, but it feels like there's an insecurity there, showcased especially in SL but again I haven't seen almost any of his POVs in full so maybe I'm talking out of my ass!! Sorry ethogirls I'm only a sidegig ethogirl myself... But yeah tldr to me he gives off the vibe of an otherwise solitary animal struggling to find 100% sure footing in a pack. In whichever ways he does go against his nature, its not usually made a show of
At the mention of a raptor, a lot of people will probably think of the glamourized Jurassic Park Velociraptors. But those awesome guys from the movies are actually the size of chickens. In general though, dinosaurs tend to be a bit.. exaggerated in media, despite how inherently fascinating they already are. And I think it fits Etho because we all know how the Lifers seem to fear and mancrush on him when he's just some dork with perfect capability to become pathetic at a moment's notice. Still, he's a clearly skilled player and still respected without question Etho's not some killer machine like some people make dinosaurs out to be. He's just a fellow creature fulfilling his role in the ecosystem đ
dinosaurs are cool
The hook-like sickle claws on the feet... something something fishing rod
I swear I'm not turning all my Lifers into hybrids I'm not!! Still plenty normal humans in the mix I swear....... But Etho is such a radical dude, I really wanted to do something more for him. The whole Kitsune thing that I often see associated with him is really cool. I don't actually know the reasoning for it but I assume something something naruto, but also, him being this ancient mythical cryptid who people know so little about, you know? It makes SO much sense. So anyway I turned him into a dinosaur instead rawr
As a herbivore advocate I also considered stuff like the triceratops (known for how they protect themselves and their own) but nah the raptor symbolism...
#ethoslab fanart#ethoslab#listen I have an ankylosaurus as my sona of course Im a dinosaur nerd#trafficblr#I feel so weird having so few tags um.#hey ethogirls how are you doing whats your guys' favorite dinosaurs#tubby art
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Alibi.
Slytherin boys x reader ( platonic) , Theodore Nott x reader ( not so platonic)
Summary: Summary: You accidentally got yourself involved in some Slytherin boys' drama.
I was deep in the forest, kneeling on a bed of pine needles, my hands clasped in prayer. The air was still, the only sound was the whispering of leaves above. I was right in the middle of asking for some divine intervention in my life when, out of nowhere, something heavy crashed into me from behind.
I was flattened to the ground with a shriek, my thoughts of divinity abruptly replaced with panic. "Merlin's beard! What in the name ofâ" I twisted around, ready to fend off whatever forest creature had decided to tackle me.
But it wasnât a creature. It was Theodore Nott, one of the Slytherins. And he was bleeding. Profusely.
He groaned, clutching his side. "Sorry," he muttered through gritted teeth.
"Sorry? You're bleeding all over me!" I squealed, trying to push him off, but he was too heavy and I was too flustered.
"Calm down, will you?" he said, his voice surprisingly steady for someone who looked like they'd been in a fight with a hippogriff and lost. "It's just a little blood."
"A little blood?" I shrieked again. "It looks like you were stabbed! Wait, were you stabbed?"
He winced. "Yeah, probably. Can you stop screaming? You're making my head hurt."
"Stop screaming? You literally fell out of nowhere, bleeding to death on top of me! Of course, I'm screaming!" I finally managed to wriggle out from under him, kneeling beside him in the dirt. "Who did this to you?"
He groaned again, his face pale. "Don't know. Didn't exactly stop to ask."
I fumbled in my bag for my wand, hands shaking. "Okay, okay, just... just hold still. Iâm going to try to stop the bleeding." I pointed my wand at his wound, but then my mind went blank. "Uh, what's the spell again?"
Theodore groaned, but this time it sounded more exasperated than pained. "Episkey. It's Episkey."
"Right, right," I muttered, feeling my face heat up. "Episkey!" The wound didn't heal completely, but at least the bleeding stopped.
Just then, we heard a rustling in the bushes. I turned, ready to scream again, and out stumbled none other than Mattheo Riddle, his face splattered with blood.
I let out another scream, louder this time. "What is it with Slytherins and blood today?"
Theodore winced. "Can you stop screaming? You're going to attract every creature in this forest."
Mattheo, looking a mix of annoyed and amused, glanced between us. "What in Merlin's name is going on here? Why are you screaming?"
"That's what I want to know!" I said, throwing my hands up. "First, he crashes into me, bleeding all over, and now you show up looking like youâve been in a bloodbath."
Theodore groaned again, trying to sit up. "Mattheo, could you do us a favor and not kill her with another heart attack? She's already a mess."
Mattheo rolled his eyes. "Calm down. This isn't my blood." He knelt beside Theodore, checking his wound. "How bad is it?"
Theodore waved him off. "Don't worry. The boy who did this is already dead. I killed him after he stabbed me."
My eyes went wide, and I started to hyperventilate. "You killed a boy? You actually killed someone? Oh my God, we're all going to Azkaban! I was just praying, and now I'm an accessory to murder! What if they find the body? What if they use Veritaserum on us? I can't go to Azkaban, I haven't even finished my O.W.L.s! Oh God, oh God, oh Godâ"
Theodore, clearly at the end of his patience, slapped his hand over my mouth. "Can you please stop talking for one minute? You're not helping."
I kept mumbling behind his hand, my eyes wide with panic. He glared at me. "Why can't you just shut up for once?" He looked at Mattheo. "A little help here?"
Mattheo smirked, watching the scene unfold. "You seem to have it under control, Theo."
"Seriously," Theodore grumbled, pulling his hand away. "We're in the middle of a forest, I'm bleeding, and she's having a meltdown about Azkaban. Can this day get any worse?"
I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "I was just praying for some divine intervention, not a bloody crime scene!"
"Well, you got it," Theodore said dryly. "Now help me up, and let's get out of here before something else happens."
As we struggled to get Theodore to his feet, I couldn't help but mutter a quick prayer under my breath. "Please, if anyone's listening, just get us out of this mess."
Theodore chuckled weakly, wincing at the pain. "Yeah, good luck with that."
Just as we managed to get Theodore to his feet, the forest seemed to come alive with movement.
From the shadows emerged a group of masked men, all dressed in ominous black cloaks. My heart sank. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me," I muttered.
Theodore groaned. "What now?"
Mattheo's eyes narrowed. "This day just keeps getting better."
I had a full-blown breakdown. "Who are they? What do they want? Why is this happening?" I shrieked, clutching Theodore's arm as the masked men closed in.
The leader of the group, his voice muffled by the mask, pointed at me. "Grab the girl!"
I promptly hid behind Theodore, using him as a human shield. "Why me? I donât even know whatâs going on! I was just praying! Praying! I didn't ask for this! Why would anyone want to grab me? I don't know anything! I'm not important! I was just trying toâ"
The leader looked slightly puzzled. "You must be important if you're here."
"What?" I spluttered. "No, this is just some weird punishment because I sneaked out of Hogwarts! I was having a terrible week and needed some divine intervention, so I came to the forest to pray for guidance and peace andâ"
"I don't give a fuck," the leader snapped, gesturing to his men. "Grab her!"
The masked men advanced, and Theodore stepped in front of me. "No one will touch her," he said, his wand raised despite his injury.
Mattheo mirrored his stance, wand also at the ready.
I peeked out from behind Theodore, still rambling. "Seriously, this is all a misunderstanding. I was just praying because I failed my Potions test, and Professor Snape looked like he wanted to turn me into a newt, and then my cat got sick, and I just needed some clarity in my life, so I thought, 'Why not go to the forest and pray?' But then Theo crashed into me, bleeding everywhere, and now you guys show up looking like Death Eaters on a budget! This is just a cosmic joke, right?"
The leader looked exasperated. "Shut her up."
One of the masked men tried to grab me, but Theodore and Mattheo both fired off stunning spells, sending the attacker flying back.
Theodore turned his head slightly toward me, his eyes serious. "You need to stop talking now."
I nodded, clamping my mouth shut, but my mind was still racing. "This has to be some kind of punishment," I whispered. "Why else would this be happening? Maybe I angered a forest spirit or something."
Theodore rolled his eyes. "Or maybe it's just bad luck. Now, please, stay quiet and let us handle this."
The leader, looking frustrated, signaled for the rest of his men to attack. "Get them all!"
I squeezed my eyes shut, praying silently. "Please, let this be over soon. And if we survive, I promise I'll never sneak out of Hogwarts again. Or pray in the forest. Orâ"
Before I could finish my desperate plea, a figure appeared from the shadows and stabbed the leader in the chest. The leader collapsed, revealing none other than Lorenzo Berkshire, better known as Enzo, looking out of breath and slightly bewildered.
"Sorry, guys," Enzo panted, wiping the dagger on his sleeve. "There was this dragonâwell, maybe it was a big bird. Hard to tell in the dark.â
Mattheo and Theodore wasted no time, seizing the moment of confusion. They grabbed the nearest masked men and swiftly dispatched them with a combination of spells and physical blows. The remaining attackers fled into the darkness, clearly not eager to meet the same fate as their leader.
Enzo, looking around at the chaos, spotted me and raised an eyebrow. "Wait a minute. Is this Y/N from Charms class? What are you doing out here?"
Before I could launch into my explanation, Theodore sighed and muttered, "Here we go again."
"I was just praying," I began "Well, I had the worst week ever. First, I failed my Potions test, then my cat got sick, and I just thought maybe if I could get some peace in the forestâ"
Theo turned looked me dead in the eyes then slapped his hand over my mouth, his expression one of exasperated patience. "I swear, if I hear one more word about praying or forest spirits... or Potions tests or your cat, I'm going to lose it."
I gazed up at him, ready to argue, but then something struck me. His eyes. They were a striking shade of blue, filled with intensity and a hint of something softer, something...beautiful. I blinked, momentarily speechless.
Enzo, clearly amused by the whole situation, leaned over to Mattheo. "Is she always like this?"
Mattheo smirked. "Pretty much."
Theodore, still holding his hand over my mouth, looked at me with a mix of annoyance and something else I couldn't quite place. I nodded slowly, my panic subsiding slightly as I got lost in those mesmerizing eyes.
Finally, Theodore removed his hand, and I took a deep breath, determined not to start rambling again. "Okay, okay, I'll be quiet."
"Thank Merlin," Theodore muttered, though there was a faint smile tugging at his lips.
Enzo clapped his hands together. "Alright, now that we've got that sorted, how about we get out of this forest before any more dragons show up?"
As we started to move, I couldn't help but blurt out, "Enzo, there's no dragon out there, you idiot!"
Enzo turned to me. "And how do you know that?"
"Because dragons don't just wander around the Forbidden Forest chasing random students!" I snapped. "Theyâre kept in the Dragon Reserve, or did you sleep through that part of Care of Magical Creatures?"
Enzo raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And what about that time Hagrid smuggled a baby dragon into his hut? Ever thought about that?"
I scoffed. "That was a one-time thing! And it wasn't even a fully-grown dragon, it was a Norwegian Ridgeback hatchling! There's a huge difference!"
Enzo crossed his arms, a playful smirk on his face. "Well, maybe it was an escaped Ridgeback, then. You can't rule out the possibility."
I threw my hands up in frustration. "Escaped Ridgeback? Do you hear yourself? The chances of running into a dragon in the middle of the night are practically zero! You're more likely to find a Blast-Ended Skrewt out here than a dragon!"
I opened my mouth to retort, but Theodore swiftly grabbed me and pulled me away. I couldn't help but look at his strong, albeit bloody, hand on my waist, leaving a bloodstain on my skirt.
As I glanced from his hand up to his face, I couldn't resist commenting, "You've got a pretty good grip for someone who was just stabbed."
Enzo and Mattheo burst into laughter, and Theodore shot them a deadly look. They quieted down, though still wearing amused expressions.
Theodore leaned in close, his voice low and intense. "You will not say a word about what you saw tonight, understood?"
His proximity made my breath hitch, and I felt my heart race. Dirty thoughts flitted through my mind, and I mentally pleaded, Please, God, I didn't mean to have them. You shouldn't have made him that pretty if you didn't want me to have them.
"Y/N," Theodore said, his voice breaking through my reverie. "Did you hear anything I just said?"
I blinked, snapping back to reality. "Uh, yes. No talking about tonight. Got it."
He brushed the dust from my shirt and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. The unexpected tenderness of the gesture sent a shiver down my spine.
"You two need a moment alone, or can we get moving now?" Mattheo said.
Theodore shot him another glare. "We're moving."
Enzo, called after us. "Hey, Y/N, if you see a dragon on the way back, be sure to let me know!"
I shot him a glare over my shoulder. "If I see a dragon, I'll make sure it eats you first!"
#slytherin boys x reader#slytherin boys#slytherin boys x you#fluff imagines#theodore nott#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott x y/n#theodore nott imagine#lorenzo berkshire imagine#slytherin boys react#mattheo riddle imagines#mattheo riddle smut#mattheo riddle#slytherinboystaglist#slytherinboysmasterlist#slytherinboys#slytherin
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Demons and Humans not understanding each other
Inspired by several other posts I read about this same thing <3 honestly even if the brothers insisted it was safe, I would consult Satan, Lucifer or Barbatos
this is mostly mammon freaking out
Humans think the deadliest things are like, adorable, like Cerberus. Mammon especially does not understand why Mc wants to run towards the very dangerous, very mad three headed dog. A few times he has had to throw Mc over his shoulder to keep them from staying behind
âMC CERBERUS BEING THE BEST BOY DOES NOT JUSTIFY HIS ACTIONS HE WANTS TO KILL USâ
âBut heâs so cute! He just needs a snuggle buddyâ
Humans can also be very stubborn if theyâre too hot or cold but refuse to admit it. Itâs fine with Lucifer does it because heâs one of the most powerful and therefore resilient demons in Hell, but not so much when Mc does it. Beel and Mammon love playing in the Devildom snow, but given that itâs the Devildom, itâs definitely a lot colder than it is in the human realm. Even after ten layers, Mc is still freezing but refuses to admit it.
âMc, are ya shivering? I thought ya would be too warm under all thatâ
âIâm sweating with this one jacketâ
âIâll live! Letâs go back to the snowmanâ
âno I donât think you willâ
On the same note, sometimes demons forget humans canât withstand crazy temperatures. Asmo will invite Mc to a popular bathhouse, sauna or hot springs, forgetting that the temperature would literally boil Mc alive
âHey Asmo this is the place you wanted to go, right?â
âYes! Isnât is cute?â
âEverything except the part where I boil aliveâ
âwhat!â
Some foods can kill humans just by being near them so imagine how the brother would feel when they learned this, itâs giving that lunatic pudding incident with Diavolo from that one card
âMc! Youâll love this. Open wide!â
âAsmo I feel funnyâ
âDO NOT FEED MC THE TAKEOUT LUCIFER SAID ITS DEADLY FOR HUMANS IN LARGE AMOUNTSâ
âFUCK NOT AGAINâ
In retrospect, humans probably sleep a lot compared to demons. Some demons probably donât sleep at all, except Sloth demons. Setting aside about eight to nine hours of the day just to sit idly might not make sense to them until they learn they will shut down without it
âHow are you feeling about the exam we just took? Exam week is finally over.â
âMc? Mc, Satan is talking to you. Why are you on the floorâ
âMY HUMAN IS DEADâ
âNo, I think theyâre just asleep idiotâ
âoh. wait, THEYRE ASLEEP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALL lucifer is gonna kill meâ
Iâd say both demons and humans are social creatures, but humans will go insane without social interaction. Yeah a demon would probably be upset if they didnât talk to someone for thousands of years but I donât think a human could last more than ten without losing grip on reality. Humans tend to copy each other, which is probably bizarre to demons. Humans donât even understand yawning so demons definitely wonât
Going back to the food thing, demons can probably go ages without eating, besides Gluttony demons. Humans need to eat so frequently compared to them
âSo youâre tellinâ me that if Mc doesnât eat for a whole week, their insides start to eat themselves?!â
âYes. But, Mc ate a few hours ago.â
(Mammon was already gone when Satan turned back around)
Demons probably also play game that would definitely kill humans. My brother and I used to play crazy games when we were little (our favorite game didnât have a name but we would put Barbies in the toy train tracks and see what would happen when different Thomas and friends character would hit her. The train tracks would glow in the dark! I did not let him put my favorite doll in the train track and he had to listen since I was the older one, she was not a barbie and had bendy feet? thatâs not for now) but we never seriously got at each other throats. I cannot imagine what games demons and demon children must play. Satan was born fully grown but imagine if he was born little and the brothers had to play his favorite games with him. I feel like they would find the Barbie game I played a little weird too. Like, they would probably tell me that I shouldâve done it in real life since that would be better experience or something batshit like that
âAww, Satan, do you remember all the times we played âFive minute eye stabâ with Lucifer? You were so cute. Sometimes I think Luci let you win.â
âDo not talk to me Asmodeus.â
âIâm sorry, you played what?â
âOne time we gave him an actual knife by accident and since he was good, he ended up stabbing Luciferâs eye.â
âYouâll be next if you donât shut up and let me readâ
âHE WHATâ
âOh heâs fine now, clearly. Only took him a few hundred years to regain normal eye functionsâ
âCan we not talk about this anymore?â
Babe it is a miracle Mc is still alive
#obey me#obey me!#obey me belphie#obey me satan#obey me asmo#obey me beel#obey me levi#obey me mammon#obey me luficer#obey me x reader#obey me mc#headcanons#gn reader
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blame the âhitting on your mom as a punishmentâ tiktok i just saw that literally blew my brain up. established because theyâre disgustingly in love and because i say so
Eddie would normally consider himself pretty immune to the roar of arguing teenagers. Chaos surrounds their little Party. Theyâre not a quiet bunch when all together. Itâs all shoving and yelling, giggling and roughhousing. Carpet-burned battle scars from the floor of Steveâs living room.
Lord knows Eddie himself wasnât an inside-voice kind of person. He was certainly wont to standing on coffee tables and screeching demands for the remote when it was unjustly stolen away by villainous hands.
Eddie loved these people to death, and they were a lot of fucking fun to hang out with, itâs just this...this was an unreal level of noise. A normal sleepover night turned a little too rowdy, the adolescents celebrating the start of Summer with a bang.
Steve had already asked them to keep it down four times this evening. Nothing seemed to calm them. Not requests. Not threats of being sent home. Usually their Dungeon Master threatening their charactersâ souls did the trick, but no go.Â
Getting teenagers to listen? A feat more impossible than defeating creatures from an alternate universe.Â
Dustin and Erica were in a bitching match about the best D&D class. Lucas and Mike had been fighting over movie choices for the last half hour. Eddieâs money was on the VHS player breaking before that, the constant mishandling and shoving of tapes had the poor thing practically smoking.
Will, ever the diplomat, was trying to be an impartial party when asked his movie opinions. Which, of course, caused more yelling.Â
Max and El had been the only ones being semi-quiet, but that quickly ended when they followed through on their surprise attack pillow fight, pummeling the boys senseless and causing the already unbearable volume to kick into overdrive. Eddie could practically feel Steveâs migraine building, even from where the dude had retreated to the kitchen. Dinner had been pizza. Quick. Easy. Clean. Or, it would have been if it hadnât had been for the food fight. Steve was still in there scrubbing cheese out of his parentsâ tiled backsplash. Dishes clattered in the distance when the cacophony hit its crescendo.Â
It was the proverbial straw.Â
âAlright, thatâs it! Hey. Come on, guys. Knock it off,â
Nothing.Â
âHEY!â
He maybe overdid it that time, but the absolute ear-splitting boom of a yell he let out stopped the ruckus dead.Â
Silence rang for a beat.
Huh. Maybe Eddie should try out incorporating that into his music. He honestly hadnât known he could get to that range.Â
The teenagers in the room stared at him, not cowed in the slightest, but curious enough to know what the hell Eddieâs problem was. Max was the first one to quirk an eyebrow at him. âGeez, need attention much?âÂ
Eddie folded his arms to show he meant business. âSteve has asked you guys to tone it down. Youâre waking the fucking dead. Why donât you guys, like, actually go be good human beings and help him clean up your mess you all made in the kitchen, huh?âÂ
Lucas snorted. âYeah, okay, mom. Why donât you go help him, you guys will probably just make out in there, anyway.âÂ
It was a teasing comment. Meant to jokingly rib before getting back to doing whatever the hell they wanted to do.
But, see. That just gave him an idea.Â
Never let it be said Eddie couldnât be creative with his punishments. He was a DM after all.Â
âAlllllllright. New plan. Listen up or suffer, ankle biters,âÂ
He really didnât appreciate the snickers that brought about when he was trying to be intimidating. Rude.Â
âYou going to send us to our room or something? Iâm real scared,â Ericaâs scathing, dry wit was unparalleled, truly.Â
âNope. Better. Itâs a new rule: You little shitheads give me attitude and donât listen, I hit on your babysitter.â
It was silent for a minute, brains audibly computing that statement and coming up ERROR. Will hesitantly spoke up.Â
âUh, Eddie, I really donât think thatâs--â
âYeah, what the fuck?â Mike interrupted. âWhy would you beating up Steve hurt us? I mean, like, I guess it would emotionally, but thatâs fucked up, man.âÂ
Eddie rolled his eyes, still smirking wickedly as his plan solidified. âOh, I donât mean that kind of hitting, young Wheeler. Though, it may yet get physical--Hey, Steve?â He called out. The sink in the kitchen shut off after a second.
âYeah?âÂ
âCan you come here?âÂ
The kids shuffled around on the floor warily as the other man walked into the living room. The energy had obviously shifted, it was probably an odd vibe to walk in to, but Eddie cut Steve off before he could ask any questions.
âYou tired?â
âUh, no. Iâm fine--â
âItâs just you just keep on runninâ through my mind constantly. I figured youâd be exhausted, sweetheart,â Eddie purred, the words cloyingly sweet and full of exaggerated charm.Â
There was a countdown, three, two, one...
A collective groan let out. A few uncomfortable laughs. âDude, what the hell?âÂ
âYou guys agreed not to be gross in front of us!â
âOh, my god, can I actually get sick from how cheesy that was?âÂ
Eddie had to work at keeping in character when his very first line had pulled the intended reaction. He was already reaching forward to curl an arm around Steve, pulling him in in a slow, sultry attempt at being smooth.Â
âWhat? Canât I be sweet on my guy? You all will understand when youâre in love one day. Right, sugar?âÂ
Fake gags and retching sounds, too dramatic to be real protests, but still indignant and annoyed. Eddie was pretty sure Dustin slapped a hand over his eyes.
âUh...yes?â Steve, who had previously looked like a car accident had happened directly in front of him, was catching on to the play. He eyed the disgruntled floor-children with a growing grin and let Eddie snuggle up to him.
God, his baby was so clever. He always knew what Eddie was thinking.Â
Too busy having a non-verbal conversation with Steve on how to best annoy the kids, Eddie didnât see Mike turning his attention back to the tv. He did, however, hear him telling the others to âJust ignore them, theyâll get all gushy and leave us alone.âÂ
Oh, Michael, Michael. Wrong move.Â
âHow you doing, babygirl?â Steve flushed, deep and red and--huh. Okay. Revisiting that one in the future. âYou good? You need anything? Your head hurting, sweet thing? I can kiss it better,â Eddie ducked forward to kiss Steveâs cheek. It was chaste, a sweet little thing...that Eddie made infinitely worse by the smacking, obnoxious kissy sounds he emulated there. The chorus of groans and protests started up again. He didnât even pull his face away to call over to them.Â
âIâm sorry, is that attitude? Am I hearing more attitude?â
âDude, Eddie, noooo!âÂ
âJesus, itâs like watching your parents make out, oh my god.âÂ
âYou guys, letâs just go already,âÂ
âYeah, Iâll take washing dishes over this,âÂ
The grossed out teenagers whooshed past them. Grumbling and glaring--except Eleven, who smiled up at them sweetly--leaving Steve and Eddie standing in the living room, still wrapped up together.Â
It was too tempting then, with the kids safely out of range, for Eddie to resist the temptation to drop his kisses a little lower down Steveâs neck. To let them get a little less chaste. Just a little.
What can he say? Heâs a weak man.Â
âThat was evil,â Steve hummed. His shoulders dropped, though, relaxing into Eddieâs hold, the closest thing theyâve had to quiet all night settling in.Â
âHey, I accomplished two things. Got them to chill out and I get the perk of feeling you up in the middle of sleepover night. Itâs a win-win.âÂ
A crash and a muffled argument broke out in the kitchen before Steve could respond to that.Â
The audible scuffling was cut off by Eddie calling out âYour ass looks great in these jeans tonight, Harrington!âÂ
The fierce whispers and shushing were enough to get both of the older boys cackling loudly.Â
#Listen this is cheesy and poorly written but i HAD to#go find that tik tok because it was hilarious but also radiated love and healthy parenting#they called it 'gentle parenting with malicious intent' looooool#steddie#the party#my brain vomit
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Hello! Would you be willing to write about someone who finds out that their roommate and childhood best friend is actually some kind of supernatural creature? Preferably m/m but its okay if youâd like to change the genders.
Have a nice day!!!
"You're...uh...wow."
Maybe Holden should be horrified, but all he could really do was stare, dumbly entranced. The staring wasn't that different to normal, if he was going to be really horribly honest with himself.
But Atlas also wasn't normally crouched near stark-bollocks naked in the middle of their dorm room. He didnât normally have dark, gorgeous wings unfurling from his back. He didnât normally stare at Holden with eyes that had gone from blue to literally black too. Hungry. Heated.
Holden hastily shut the door behind him before someone else on the floor saw.
"Are you, uh, okay, man?"
His best friend was, very clearly, not okay. His gaze tracked every small movement that Holden made.
"You," Atlas growled through his teeth. "Are not supposed to be here."
"Right. Yeah. Uh. My class wasâ" Holden lost his trail of thought as he continued to stare. "God,â he said, a little dizzy, âyou look incredible."
Five-year old Atlas had been funny and brave. Nineteen-year old Atlas also had the absolute gall to be stunning on top of that. It was, frankly, terrible on a night out. On his own, Holden did okay. When he was standing next to Atlas though, more and more as the years passed by, he may as well have been a potato. He couldn't even hold it against anyone. He did enough trying not to stare himself.
But...he definitely hadn't noticed the wings before. He would have noticed wings, right? Even with that smile and those cheekbones to distract.
He realised, dazedly, that he'd drifted closer. One step, two step, three, until he was standing right over Atlas. Close enough to touch.
"Get out." Atlas sounded strained. "Now." His fingers â his claws â dug into the threadbare carpet.
Holden wanted to run his fingers through Atlas's blond hair. He wanted to kiss his parted lips, the line of his jaw, the beautiful curve of his throat. He wanted to touch every inch of Atlas that he could. He wanted Atlas's hands on him, sure and just as smitten as Holden had been for years, and he'd do anything, offer anything ifâ
"Holden."
The sharp snap of his name cleared Holden's mind a little. He shook his head and backed up. "Sorry. Iâ"
What the hell was he doing? Heat rose to his cheeks, mortified.
There were a lot of reactions one could have to seeing their best friend suddenly sprout wings, but Holden was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to just drool over his roommate like some kind of neanderthal. He'd done such a good job of not letting his stupid feelings impact their stupid friendship until stupid now too.
It wasn't like he'd never caught a glimpse of Atlas without his clothes before. It had never made him like â he would never have â but would it be so bad if he justâ?
No. Something was definitely wrong.
Holden whirled around, heading back for the door. He'd opened it only a crack when Atlas's hand slammed down on it, shutting it again. The lock clicked as Atlas bracketed him with an arm on either side. They werenât quite touching, but they were close enough that he could feel the heat of Atlas against his back.
He hadn't even heard Atlas move. His breath hitched.
Atlas groaned. He let his head thunk against the door, above Holden's left shoulder, as he drew in ragged gasps.
Holden heard him swearing and muttering under his breaths. He caught a few words thatâs sounded suspiciously like âbloody scheming bastard vampiresâ and a much more familiar âshitshitshitâ.
Up close, Atlasâs new cologne wasâŚwas it cologne? Holdenâs head felt cloudy again. He dug his nails into his palms, desperately shoving down the truly ridiculous urge to turn around and kiss Atlas immediately.
âWhat the hell is happening?â He squeezed his eyes shut. âYou have wings. You have â I feel ââ
âYouâre supposed to be in class for the next three hours!â
âMy class was cancelled,â Holden said. âSome last minuteââ
Atlas caught hold of his hips, spinning him as if it was absolutely nothing, pressing him back against the door.
The bit of Holdenâs brain that wasnât too busy with oh, yes please reminded him that Atlas was not that bloody strong. He should not be able to do that. He always skipped the gym when Holden went, despite looking like that.
âWhat are you?â The obvious question finally penetrated the fog.
Atlasâs attention lingered on his lips, seemingâŚdistracted.
âIncubus,â he murmured. Heâd always had a nice voice, but in that moment, that word, it was like caramel. Sweet on Holdenâs senses. âGod, youâre pretty. Sharing a room was a terrible idea.â
It took a second for the actual response to register, let alone the rest.
Incubus.
âWhat?â Holden yelped.
It was all some elaborate joke.
(Atlas didnât do pranks.)
It was impossible.
(Those wings looked very real, no matter how impossible they were.)
How had it taken 14 years for him to notice his best friend was an incubus?
(Did that mean he didnât really have a crush on his best friend? It was just â what he was?)
Atlasâs fingers grazed just slightly beneath Holdenâs jumper, blazing hot against the skin above his hips.
Holden asked no coherent questions whatsoever. He didnât even manage an incoherent word. Every reasonable thing he should have been considering vanished in a haze.
His best friend was an incubus? Sure! Whatever. Nothing mattered except the fact that there was really far too much distance between them. Atlasâs mouth was right there and â Holden couldnât have said which of them initiated the kiss, but it was ravenous and he was putty against the door. Head empty. All need and greed and wanting. He finally got to tangle his fingers into Atlasâs always annoyingly perfect hair and â
The lock clicked.
Faster than Holden could fully comprehend, the door was open and Atlas had bodily shoved him into the corridor. He landed sprawling and ungraceful on his butt.
He had a second to peer up, bewildered, at the look of absolute raw desire on Atlasâs face before the door slammed shut. The lock clicked again.
The texts pinged on his phone a moment later.
Donât come back until I say so.
Will explain later.
Sorry.
Well, crap.
Holden pressed a hand to his mouth, catching his breath and his sanity with Atlas out of view. Then he went to the uni library to research everything he could about incubi.
By the time Atlas texted him that evening, he was ready.
#incubus#incubi#m/m#m/m romance#writing#story#ficlet#supernatural creatures#writeblr#writing snippet
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Beg and Bargain
The Proxies x F!Reader | Chapter Six
[Masterlist]
Summary: You are caught in a horribly desperate moment. You are offered help, and who are you to turn it down?
Warnings: NSFT, 18+ MINORS DNI!, masturbation (f), getting caught, oral (f receiving), slight overstim, panty stealing, no beta
Word Count: ~2.9k
A/N: toby is still a lil mean and I couldn't find a gif this time, forgive me. divider is by @/cafekitsune!
One thing you learn rather quickly is Toby has no shame, it would seem. You can hear him in his room, his muffled whimpers the only thing you can focus on. The TV is on, but you donât know whatâs playing. You donât care about whatâs playing.
You shift uncomfortably on the couch. You rub the back of your neck and cross your legs. You rub your thighs together. You need to do something. And you need to do it right now. You think youâre going to explode.
Briefly, in your state of undeniable horniness, you think about rushing to Toby. He seems too rough though. Something you are not ready for. Not right now.
âWhat the fuck,â You catch yourself. These men are killers, you remind yourself. You inhale sharply. If it werenât for my ability Iâd be dead⌠You have to keep your head on straight. That is almost impossible when you crave a touch other than your own. You do the only thing you can think of.
Pace.
You stand from the couch and begin to pace. Back and forth. Your eyes are glued to the floor and your fingers pick at the skin around your nails. Timâs door opens and he walks to Tobyâs door. He hits it hard, causing you to flinch. Your eyes shoot towards Tim and he looks pissed. He groans and hits it again. Toby does not care.
âGod damn! You gotta do that so loud?â Tim yells. He rolls his eyes and walks down the hall to the living room. He spots you pacing, and his expression softens immediately. âYou okay?â
âYeah,â You lie horribly. Your voice cracks. âIâm fine.â
Then you hear it. Tobyâs whimpers get louder, and he lets out a long moan. Your jaw clenches. Your eyes look down the hall to his room, you swallow hard. He just came, most likely to the thought of you. The creature inside of you craving physical contact wants to push past Tim and sprint towards Tobyâs room and ask if he wants the real thing. You stop yourself. You remind yourself how mean he is to you. How he yells at you. He does not deserve you.
âIs he bothering you?â Tim points down the hall, seemingly ready to also sprint to Tobyâs room. Not for the same reason you want to. At least, you donât think itâs for the same reason. âBecause I will beat his ass-â
You canât think straight. âNo. Iâm just h-â You place your palm to your forehead and groan. âIâm struggling.â You admit. âI havenât, um,â you shut yourself up again, âIâm about to literally lose my fucking mind!â You drag your hands down your face. You want to run away again, but the chances of getting away are the same as always. Extremely slim.
âOkayâŚâ Tim furrows his brows at you. âI wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier. Will that get your mind off of it?â
He does not push you on your slip up. That makes you feel⌠some comfort. You shrug. âSure!â You throw your hands up. âWhy not? Whatâcha got?â
âThe police officer, what did you say to her?â
You try to collect your thoughts, âI was just trying to get information-â
âWhat did you say?â He sounds impatient.
You swallow hard, and try not to be more turned on by his tone. What the fuck is wrong with me? You shift and swing your arms absentmindedly. âOh, yâknow, just normal stuff- Like uh, wiping her memory and maybe-â You mumble something under your breath about Ethan, and Tim moves closer to you.
âWhat was that?â He cocks a brow at you.
You groan, âI told her to tell Ethan that John was rightâŚâ
Tim looks like heâs about to lose his mind. âYou what!?â Tim lets out a low groan and you tense. You should not be this turned on. You want to excuse yourself, but thatâs not happening now. âAre you-â He stops himself mid-yell. You flinch back from him and you pout.
âDonât yell at meâŚâ You want to be stern with him, but you canât. You donât want to yell and make a scene. âPlease.â You add that in hopes he listens.
âPlease?â Tim has stopped yelling, slightly more confused than angry now. âYou really arenât cut out for this. You told that cop to tell Ethan that you are able to mind control people?â
âWell,â You sigh, âyes. I wasnât thinking! I was mad and saw an opportunity to get back at Ethan-â You make a face. You sound absolutely unstable. You wince and yourself and look at Tim. âThat wasnât super smart on my part, huh?â
He shakes his head. âNo. But, there is nothing we can do now.â He sighs and rubs the back of his neck. He can see your discomfort and he motions for you to leave. âI donât have to keep asking questions.â
You nod. âThanks.â You look around the living room, âBut, this is kind of my space of living⌠I donât have anywhere else to go. Iâm definitely not going outside.â Brianâs out there. You give Tim an awkward smile and he sighs. He begins to walk off.
âIf you need anything, let me know.â
The way he says it has your stomach in knots. You nod as he walks back to his room and you decide to take a shower. You grab your bag and walk off to the bathroom. You place it on the floor and shut the door, locking it behind you. You turn the shower on and begin to strip. You feel the heat between your thighs, the contrast of the cold air is jarring. You get into the shower and hope that the hot water will take your mind off of everything.
You donât have too long with the hot water. You are certain the water heater has been tampered with. You arenât sure if it was purposely or not. You do not plan on asking. You grab your shampoo and conditioner and quickly wash yourself.
You notice rather quickly the horniness is not going away.
Once you finish washing, and the water is slowly getting less hot, you decide to step out. You turn off the water and wrap a towel around you. Then you hear it. More moaning. Tobyâs fucking moaning again.
You suck in air harshly and think of nothing but touching yourself. Making the feeling go away is impossible. You need to deal with your issue. So you do. You lean against the cool wall, your hand moving past your towel. You find your clit first, the bud is swollen. You let out a soft whimper as the pads of your fingers brush over it.
Your thumb takes your fingersâ place, as your fingers move down to your pussy. Your fingers push past the lips and into your entrance. You let out a low mewl. Your fingers gently pump in and out of you. Your thumb rubbing circles over your clitoris, you are having a hard time being quiet. Unlike Toby, you feel shame. So, you stay as silent as possible.
As you chase a hint of relief and ecstasy, the door clicks. Your hand immediately pulls away from you and you let out a short yell. You look over in horror, your eyes meet Timâs. He looks surprised to say the least.
âWhat the fuck!? Close the door!â You hiss. You avert your eyes. Tim shuts the door, but he is in the bathroom with you. You groan. âHello! You arenât supposed to be in here!â
His back is to the door. He is staring at your face. For now. âI thought you were out!â Tim keeps his voice down. âI heard the shower stop.â
âWell, Iâm not!â You try to keep your towel up and covering you. âI locked the door! How did you get in?â
âOh.â He turns to the door and pulls it slightly. It opens easily. âYou have to pull up for it to close all the way.â He pulls the door up and shuts it, it latches.
âOh, gee,â You throw a hand in the air, âhow did I now know that?â You let out a huff. You cannot keep your eyes on Tim. You are looking everywhere but at him. He notices.
âWhen I said âanythingâ earlier, I meant it.â Tim places his back against the door again.
Your whine, âCâmon!â You whisper at him. âHow am I supposed to turn you down now?â
âWell,â Timâs eyes scan your body, before settling on your face again, âyou can say no. But I assure you, you wonât regret it.â He smirks. You know heâs right.
You tense. Every single one of your muscles tense. You know for a fact heâs going to be better than John, but you also know, Toby would be better than John. That bar is not high. It is, in fact, in hell. What is the worst that could happen?
âOkay.â You nod quickly. âBut, not here.â
âOn the couch?â Tim teases you.
âNo!â You want to swat at him. You, instead, keep hold of your towel. âYour room?â He nods and laughs. He opens the bathroom door and you scurry behind him to his room, leaving your clothes in the bathroom. Once you reach his room, he shuts the door and locks it. âDonât worry, it's actually closed.â He gives you a cheeky smile. You narrow your eyes at him. âHow do you wanna do this, darlinâ?â He asks, causing your legs to become jelly.
âOh, I donât-â You look at him in shock, âI donât know. Um, Iâve always wanted, uh-â
âUse your words,â Tim takes a step towards you. âTheyâll get you what you want.â
âI want you to go down on me. PleaseâŚâ Your eyes meet his. His smile is almost wicked. You cannot be more turned on. âI wanna feel goodâŚâ
âI can do that.â Tim begins to walk towards you. He motions towards the bed, âLay down.â
You do as he says. Bossy, you think to yourself. But it is hot. Your back hits the mattress and you bite the inside of your lip.
âThis doesnât have to change how you feel about me.â Tim drops to his knees in front of you. âMove your towel.â He interrupts himself with another command. You hesitate, but ultimately you listen. He continues on with his earlier statement. âThink of this as a favor.â
You are looking up at the ceiling. âA favor? Nothing more?â You question him.
âDoesnât have to be more.â Tim pats the outside of your thigh. âYou good if we continue, darlinâ?â
You nod. âPlease,â You peek over at him, âplease continue.â
Tim does so, quite eagerly. He looks at you through half lidded eyes as he makes his way towards your wet cunt. His hands grip your thighs. As soon as you relax into the mattress you are being dragged down it, right into Timâs mouth. You let out a gasp and cover your mouth. You do not need Toby hearing you. You really do not want to face him right now.
Timâs tongue circles your clit and your hips roll into him. His hands push down your hips, holding you as still as possible. âDonât move,â Tim warns, right before diving straight back into you. His tongue licks stripes up your pussy, causing you to whimper beneath him. His tongue is skilled. You are having a hard time not moving. One of your hands covers your mouth and the other is balling up the sheet on the bed. Your hips buck, but are instantly pushed down again. Tim growls against you. The feeling of the growl seems to reverberate through you and you mewl into your hand.
âI need to know you feel good,â Tim hums.
âI donât need Toby hearing me,â You move your hand briefly and hiss back.
âI do.â Tim smiles against your thigh, biting the soft flesh. You jerk back. âCâmon, darlinâ.â
Your jaw clenches and you remove your hand from your mouth. Instead of the sheets, you tangle your fingers in Timâs hair. Itâs soft. Tim puts his mouth back on your cunt. Before you know it, his hands are pulling your legs over his shoulders and he can not physically be any closer to you. He is practically on top of you and you are a whimpering mess. A loud moan escapes your mouth and you do not even care to cover it.
Your thighs are tense around Timâs face but he does not seem bothered. You are getting close. A heat is building up inside of your core. Your legs tense first, causing Tim to groan into you. His eyes cut up towards you and they lock with yours. Your stomach flips. He is sending you over the edge. You let out a loud cry and your fingers give his hair gentle pull. Timâs eyes shut and he moans.
Thatâs it. Thatâs all it takes.
Your hips buck into his mouth and you are almost crying. He does not slow down. He is devouring you. You are seeing stars, and everything is closing in on you. If you couldnât think straight before, you definitely canât now. âPlease,â You cry out, âslow down!â
Tim takes a minute to process what youâre saying. Your legs are limp around his head now and heâs finally slowing down. He licks you up, almost causing you to cum again just from cleaning you. Your hips drop back down onto the bed and Tim pulls away. His lips trail kisses from your thighs up to your stomach. Your towel is laid out under you, giving him full access to your body. Heâs crawling up the bed, over you, his lips not leaving your skin.
âKiss me, please.â You whisper.
Tim chuckles as he reaches your throat and he pauses where he is. âDo you wanna taste yourself?â
âI donât care, I just want you to kiss me.â
Tim obliges. His lips hit yours and his tongue does not hesitate to dart into your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck and Tim grabs your leg, pulling it around his waist. Itâs not fair really, heâs fully clothed and you are completely naked. You can feel how hard he is, even through his jeans. You let out a shaky moan.
âT-Tim!â A fist slams into the door. You freeze. Tim groans, his head rolling back. âWhat th-the fuck!?â The door knob jiggles and you have never been more happy to be under a man in your life. The door is locked, but youâd rather Toby see Tim than your naked form. Toby lets out a frustrated yell. âI know y-you have her in thereâŚâ
Your blood runs cold.
âHer cl-cl-clothes are in the bathroom. Someoneâs gonna have t-to come g-get them.â
Your head rolls back in frustration, but you stay quiet. Tim gets up off of you and you wrap the towel back around you. âIâll go out,â You whisper, about as quietly as humanly possible.
âAre you sure?â
You nod. If Tim leaves and grabs your clothes, it will seem like more than it is. Which is already a lot. You suck in air quickly, and walk towards the door, Tim is hot on your trail. You open it and Tobyâs eyes meet yours. He looks disgusted. And jealous. Brian is standing a little ways down the hallway, finally getting back from who knows where.
âEnjoy y-yourself?â Toby snarls at you.
âYes,â You smile at him. You push past him and pray to whoeverâs listening that he doesn't snatch you up and pin you against the wall. As hot as that would be in certain situations⌠Toby scares you. You reach the bathroom and notice your clothes have been rummaged through. You squat down and notice your underwear gone. You snap back towards Toby and stand up. âYou take them?â
âTa-take what?â Toby snaps back.
âMy panties, dickhead.â You hiss. âThey arenât here.â
âI didnât- I di- That wa-wasnât me!â Toby is pissed.
âThatâs exactly what someone who took my panties would say. I hope you enjoy them!â You bark at him. âBecause thatâs all youâre fucking getting from me!â
You slam the bathroom door, making sure to pull it up slightly by the knob so it will latch. You groan and quickly get ready. You arenât sure how exactly youâre going to face the guys when you get out of the bathroom. You try not to worry about it.
As you get dressed, Tim leaves Brian and Toby alone. He heads back to his room, locks his door, and his hand moves to his back pocket. He pulls out a pair of panties. Your panties. Worn and wet. He does not feel bad one bit. In fact, heâs thrilled you think that Toby took them. He brings them up to his face and inhales your scent. His face was just in your pussy, but there is something so different about having your panties.
Tim settles in his bed, your panties in his hand, and decides itâs time for him to take care of himself. He canât get the image of you out of his brain, your begging and whimpering. He needs to fuck you. But for now, your panties will do.
#marble hornets x reader#marble hornets smut#creepypasta smut#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta#brian thomas x reader#brian thomas#marble hornets#tim wright#tim wright x reader#ticci toby#toby rogers x reader#toby rogers#masky x reader#hoodie x reader#masky mh#mh hoodie
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Paraphrasing, but the general idea of, "Oh my gosh, Rhysand let's Feyre breathe and go wherever she wants and can make her own choices in Velaris, whereas Tamlinâs stripped her of all her autonomy. He's so abusive and doesnât listen to her."
Bruh, Velaris is a literal secret city no-one knows of and has a fucking state of the arts super shield around it that requires the help of the bloody Cauldron to break. Plus, the Lord of Bloodshed, the Shadowsinger, the Morrigon, the Otherworldly creature trapped in fae form, and the self proclaimed all Most Powerful High Lord reside in this single space. Of course, Feyre suddenly feels like she has "Freedom." There's no need for surveillance (even though she's always accompanied by one of them) and is basically living in an impenetrable bubble away from all possible dangers.
Then there's Rhysand who can literally feel and hear everything she doesn't express, whereas her and Tamlin had the silly unspoken rule of not talking, but instead carry on - push forward which ultimately resulted in her growing resentment, but she was quite literally a participant in this just as much as he was, while refusing to believe him when he said it was dangerous or that the towns people wouldnt want her help because they were so grateful or getting mad because he had to be an active HL. Hybern were actively looking for her; there's literal monsters roaming his land. Of course, she needs to be protected because the girl is literally in danger. And then the one time she did go out to hunt or whatever, and look, she froze.
To tamlin, she's in danger from Hybern and their monsters, in danger from Rhysand who has been nothing but a known menace to Prythian and she's in danger from the HL's if they ever realise she has powers she's not meant to possess. Plus, the act of rebuilding his court and strengthening relationships via those "parties" he's not allowed to smile at and ensuring the safety of his people. Dude has a lot going on at once, nevermind his own trauma that's being repressed and trying to become reacquainted with his HL powers.
Now these are very huge differences in environments. One in a controlled setting and another that isn't. Similar when Feyre was in the Moon Palace because that's controlled too. Now, what if Feyre was in Hewn City or Illyria instead? Yeah, all that "Freedom" she loves would be cut real quick.
Hell, she was placed in a literal bubble when pregnant while wholly safe in Velaris for...reasons. But, "Rhysand is just being Rhysand đ¤â¨ď¸ hee hee," I guess.
Feyre with Tamlin and Feyre with Rhysand are not comparable when the situations during a time of internal turmoil for her are vastly different. And despite this obvious observation, somehow it doesn't register as the beginning of turning Tamlin into the antagonist despite never once getting his POV beneath the surface.
#sjm critical#acotar critical#acomaf critical#pro tamlin#feysand critical#Can people stop ignoring the overall context of situations?#what happened to reading between the line?#can characters break up amicably instead of suddenly turning one âbadâ?
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Can I request Yandere gravity falls with bored reader who would jump to different alternative universe for the fun of it, unknowingly that everyone become very attached to them? (This can be romantic or platonic)
Reader is from the monster falls universe btw and currently visiting gravity falls (The og universe)
I hope this make senseđ
If my request too complex, you don't have to do it
Holy shit- I love this idea. I could literally write a whole story this
[I was going to have where reader jumps into the body of herself in alternate dimensions, but I decided not to...]
Pt II: _____ | Pt III: _____
All the people of Gravity Falls were monsters. At least, in your dimension they were. You weren't like that though- You looked... different than the creatures. You were a shapeshifter that's able to jump different dimensions. The shapeshifting was when you jumped into another universe, your body morphed to fit the dimensional plane.
You liked traveling different places. It was fun, while still staying familiar territories. You didn't stand out, so you can do anything you wanted and explore to your heart's desire. That was until you got to Gravity Falls- it was relatively strange... The creatures that hid in this Gravity Falls fit more in with the other dimensions you've been to then the actual people. They had no special abilities or anything.
You went exploring the town, but you had to be honest- This place was boring as hell. You sighed as you walked around the town, not watching where you were going and accidentally bumping into someone.
You were quick to apologize, before taking a good look at the man you had run into. He looked an awful like Dipper.
"I'm sorry," He begins, closing his book. "I wasn't paying attention." He puts out his hand, "I'm Dipper. You're not from around here, are you?"
"Uh, not necessarily. Maybe you could show me around?"
"Uh," He looks down at his book. Dipper realized that a pretty girl was asking him to show him around. He had to take this chance, especially since he knew the coolest things about Gravity Falls. "Yeah. I can show you around."
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Dipper was exploring a pond that was located near the cave of the three-headed bear. He had realized that the pond wasn't normal. He looked at his reflection, but instead of seeing himself, he saw a creature- that looked like him, but also a deer?
He went to put his hand into the pond when there was a long CRACK. He looked back, but didn't see anything. He stands up and slowly goes towards the noise, only to be surprised when seeing a person crouched down.
He knew it was creepy to spy on someone, but this wasn't someone. This was different...
The creature stands up and h/l [Hair length] h/c hair flowed down and he realized it was a girl when she turned around. She looked just like him- Not like-like him, but human, though Dipper's monster radar was going off hardcore. He'd have to learn more about who and what this girl was.
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"So, what brings you to Gravity Falls?" Dipper asks, while putting his book into his handbag. NOT a purse, but a handbag.
"Uh... What can I say. It reminds me of home," You chuckle at your joke, but Dipper was clearly confused. "I didn't tell you my name. I'm Y/n."
"Y/n? That's a nice name."
"It's definitely something. Is there anything fun to do in Gravity Falls."
"Depends. What do you like to do?"
You hum, before looking over at him, smiling, "Do you... Have any supernatural stuff?"
Dipper considered his words, humming to himself. "Well, depends. Am I looking at one?"
You turned to him not only confused, but taken aback by his bluntness. "I'm sorry."
"I saw you in the forest."
"Oh.." You laugh. "Yeah? What did you see."
"I know you're not... like me."
"How does that make you feel?"
He smiles, "Curious." He digs in his bookbag, before grabbing the journal he had been carrying before. "I want to know everything."
#gravity falls#monster falls#dipper pines#mabel pines#gravity falls x reader#mabel pines x reader#dipper pines x reader#stanford x reader#stanley x reader#stan x reader#female reader
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Tangled
Clarisse la rue x repunzel!pesephone!fem!reader
Reader spent their entire life hidden away in a tower to protect her from the outside world wanting her for her powers, its only when a certain daughter of ares finds her scared and confused, that she finally gets to see the outside world like she always longed to.
Warnings:
Toxic parents, yandere!parents, oblivious!, Clarisse being stubborn, overprotectiveness, cannon typical violence, readers not got the best survival instincts đ, reader is blonde, more to come maybe
Gods had a weird way of protecting people. And while you could confidently say they your parents were never intending to harm you or your siblings. They definitely went about it in weird ways.
Of course you never realised this, being locked away in a tower your entire life was all you even knew. You didnât understand that your life wasnât normal.
You didnât realise you werenât the only child your parents had hidden off in magical locations to protect them from Zeus and the dangers of the world in their own twisted ways.
And so you stayed where you were, waiting in your tower for the days that your parents would come and visit or the few creatures of the forest you had befriended came to your window.
With not much else to do but paint or read everyday in the same walls. Your hair growing and failing to ever stop, getting to the point of it being constantly in the way.
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Clarisse was beyond confused.
She was 150% sure they had come the same way they had 100 times before. She was convinced. And yet there had never been a giant tower int he middle of the path all the other times they had taken this route.
Her brother suggested that maybe they took a wrong turning, surely they were just lost.
But Clarisse refused to acknowledge the idea she could even being wrong, no she was curtain they came the right way.
Besides they needed somewhere to camp out for the night anyway, so she took off towards the tower.
âClarisse what are you doing?â Her brother shouted after her, the girl from the Hermes cabin turning to give him a look of annoyance.
The two followed after the girl, watching for a while as she searches around for some sort of entrance before giving up and turning back to them.
âCome on, we need to find a way upâ Clarisse tells the two, not being able to find any sort of entrance other than the window near the top of the tower.
âWhy?â The blonde girl asked in annoyance, âcanât we just go find somewhere to settle for the night?â
âYeah clarisse itâs getting late, we can find our bearings in the morningâ her brother added.
âThis is somewhere to settle for the nightâ Clarisse stated plainly, rolling her eyes when the two stared at her in confusion, âitâs a giant tower in the middle of nowhere with no doorsâŚno oneâs living up thereâ
âI donât know ClarisseâŚI mean this is meant to be a satyr trail, surely someoneâs up thereâ the boy tried to reason.
âArenât you curious?â Clarisse asked, âI know we came the right way, this part of the route is blocked off, there is literally no way we got lostâ
She was right, this small section of the trail was hidden away, you could only get in and out through two small entrance/exits, covered by plant life to hide it off.
They had been through the secret path a million times and never once was the tower there.
âWell how do you expect we get up?â The girl asked in defeat.
Clarisse looks around for a moment, before grabbing the bag off of her back and pulling out two daggers and holding them up to the two.
âNoâ the elder boy stated, to which Clarisse turned and made her way towards the walls of the tower, grabbing onto the vines to test their strength, âno no no Clarisse stop it right nowâ
The girl ignored him, stabbing the dagger into the wall inbetween the cracks and using both of them and the vines to begin to pull herself up the wall.
âI swear to god Clarisse get down right now!â
âIâll see if thereâs another way to get up once Iâm up thereâ Clarisse calls down to them as they stare at her dumbstruck.
âIâm gonna kill you when you get down!â he called up to her.
âI hate your sisterâ the blonde said to the boy nonchalantly, collapsing to sit on the floor and wait for the ares daughter to be done you her adventure so they could get to bed.
âTell me about itâ the boy replied glaring up at her as she made her way to the top.
Clarisse made her way up, using the, surprisingly strong vines and plants growing off of the tower as her main support on the way up.
Once she made it to the window she pulled herself up on to the ledge, looking down to see her quest mates sat on the ground talking, rolling her eyes at the sight.
She quietly forced the shutters of the large window open, stepping on the flower bed as she climbed through into the room.
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You hadnât heard anything while Clarisse had been climbing up the walls, busy in your room painting as she entered into the main room of the tower.
Your hair was laid around the different rooms, leading through doors and hanging from ceilings in an attempt to keep it out of your way, something Clarisse stared at in confusion as she quietly wondered around the room.
She was clearly wrong about no one living in the tower, there were candles and lights lit across the room, and a fire lit int he fireplace.
The kitchen was full of food and everything was relatively clean. And not to mention the yards and yards of hair laid across the place.
Thatâs what confused Clarisse the most, surely no human had this much hair.
She was shocked out of her thoughts when she stepped backwards, tripped on some of said hair and fell onto the floor, alerting you in the other room.
You heard the noise and turned around quickly, your hair curling round you slightly causing it to tug, getting caught underneath Clarisse and yank on your head slightly. Making you squeak in shock.
Clarisse heard this from the other room, her eyes widening as she looking towards the doors that someone clearly resided in.
Both of you grabbed your weapons, Clarisse clutching one of her daggers, and you running to grab a vase off of a cabinet. Inching your way towards the door that separated the two of you as Clarisse stood up.
Clarisse started to walk up the stairs towards the door as you walked down the hallway, both of you stopping at the door before Clarisse decided to push through it suddenly.
You screamed as the mystery girl collapsed on top of her, hair covering your face as you flailed about, trying to get her off of you as she tryâs to find the dagger that she lost on the floor.
âGet off of meâ you grunted, pushing the hair out of your eyes and attempting to push her off of you, âwho are you?â
Clarisse finally finding her dagger, held it to your throat, causing you to stop fighting back, breathless and staring at the weapon in her hand with wide eyes.
âWho are you?â Clarisse retorted, glaring down at the girl as if she wasnât the one breaking and entering.
âYouâre in my homeâ you say back in shock, frowning at how the knife gets closer to you.
âAnd Iâm holding the daggerâŚsee how this works?â Clarisse tells you with a smirk, flipping it in her hand as she kept it near your throat.
âI-Iâm y/nâŚâ you replied slowly, not knowing what to tell her. Looking at her with wide eyes as she huffs in realisation that it wasnât the most helpful question to ask.
âWell why do you live here?â Clarisse asks noticing the way the girl looked confused and adding, âI mean youâre in the middle of the forest in a tower with no doorsâŚâ
âAnd I mean whatâs going on with your hair, itâs so longâ Clarisse continued, âand who uses a vase as a weapon?â
You didnât really know what to say to any of that, looking at her blankly.
âIâŚdonât knowâ you answered eventually, adding in a small voice, âcan you please get off of meâ
Clarisse sighed, getting up slowly but still holding the dagger pointed towards her as she did.
âWhy are you in my house?â You asked meekly, staring at the dagger in fear. Clarisse rolled her eyes noticing your wariness, putting the dagger down to her side to try calm you down.
âIâm not gonna hurt you unless you try anything ok?â Clarisse stated, âI was just looking to see if we could stay the night in here, I didnât realised anyone lived here or anythingâ
âWe?â
âMy friends, well not really my friends but, well theyâre just outsideâ Clarisse told you, âwhy are you in a tower by yourself exactly? And seriously whatâs going on with your hairâ
âI just live hereâŚI donât know what you meanâ you answered, âand I guess itâs just my hairâŚmy mum says itâs specialâ
âYour mum? Special how what do you meanâ
âI donât know it just isâ you said, âw-wait, no, Iâm not meant to tell anyone thatâ
Clarisses eyebrows furrowed at that, looking at you as though you were an idiot causing you to blush at her.
âWhy canât you tell anyone about your hairâŚâ Clarisse asked.
âMummy said not toâ you said hesitantly.
Clarisse smirked at that, only seconds ago you said you couldnât tell anyone and yet here you were continuing on with the subject.
âAnd mummy is?â She asked condescendingly, something you didnât pick up on as you went to answer.
âUmmm PersephoneâŚâ you responded simply.
âWhat?â Clarisse asked in confusion, looking at you like you were mad. Sure, she knew you couldnât be mortal, but a demigod?
She supposed the flowers and plants in full bloom in autumn made sense by that, it didnât quite explain the hair but she was sure it had something to do with that.
âYouâre a demigod?â She asked in confusion.
âWhat?â You replied, furrowing your eyebrows as you looked at her, âwhatâs that?â
Clarisse stared at you for a moment, you felt like she was scrutinising your entire existence as she looked you up and down.
Suddenly she grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the door, you stumbling as she continued down the stairs towards the main room of the tower and leaving you stood in the middle.
You watched her as she made her way to the window, opening it again and shouting down at her âfriendsâ she told you about earlier.
âItâs all safeâ Clarisse shouted, before turning back to you, âdo you have any rope?â
You looked at her in shock that she was just inviting people inside your home, speaking when she sent you a look of annoyance, âno?â
Clarisse looked around the room for a moment before settling on your hair that hung around the room, turning back to you with a new look in her eyes.
âYou sure?â Clarisse asked, leaning down to pick up your hair and hold it up for you to see.
âW-what? No you canât use my hair!â You told her, rushing forward to remove it from clarisses hands leaving you stood right in front of her.
She looked down at you with a smirk, taking the hair back, âcome on, they wonât hang from it or anything, they just need something to hold for leverage to get upâ
You rolled your eyes with a pout at that, looking up at her before walking towards the window, looking down at the two on the ground, who were now beyond confused at the blonde girl appearing.
You leant over to reach the walls of the tower then, Clarisse running over to hold on to you as you stumbled slightly, âbe careful!â
You blushed feeling her hands on your hips, shaking yourself out of it and leaning down to touch the plants and vines attached to the stone.
Clarisse watched as the plants grew, covering the side of the wall all over and bits of vines hanging down for the two at the bottom to hold on to.
Once it was fully grown you turned back around to Clarisse, underestimating how close you both were when you did so.
You smiled up at the shocked look on her face, proud of yourself for figuring out a solution to the situation, hearing clarisses brother begin to scale up the side of the wall as you and Clarisse faced each other.
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Gimme gimme wolverine x reader scenarios or fic ideas PLEASEâŚ.
Logan X reader are in a friends with benefits style relationship and it could be told from either POV.
Logan realizes he caught feelings and tries to show reader⌠without actually tell them⌠you just know he doesnât do emotional talks đ
A/N: anon... that last scenario gave me a neuron activation moment, holy shit. â pairing: logan x gn!reader. â summary: logan is an absolute FOOL in love, but he cannot for the life of him express it verbally. short, sweet headcanons. â warnings: N/A.
yâknow how cats sometimes leave random things as a lil gift for their owners and shit? yeah, logan would definitely do something like that.
HE goes into the kitchen to snatch up a cold beer and slide it over to you, nodding at the bottle before he opens his own, gaze averted to literally anything else but you as he downs the alcohol. for now.
oh, you smoke? PAUSE. logan almost drops his zippo lighter as he tries to be as quick as possible about lighting the cigarette for you â attempting, and absolutely failing, to give you subtle glances when itâs lit.
speaking of his goddamn glances. he thinks he is so slick.
practically stares at you sometimes when he thinks you wonât notice. but you absolutely fucking do â thereâs a scowling man just sitting in the corner being all eyes on you like youâre some kind of weird creature, and youâre not gonna notice?
oh, fuck. you canât find something after searching for what feels like hours? loganâs got it. heâs silently shifting around the place to look for whatever youâve lost until he finds it, leaving the item in a painfully obvious spot for you to find.
you mention being hungry as just a passing comment? thereâs a protein bar where you sat on the sofa after you left the room, straight up materialising out of thin air. the thing you complained about being out of stock at the local store? logan is absolutely listening, making sure to stock up on whatever the thing is when youâre out doing me-stuff.
speaking of logan listening. he does it so intently, sometimes even taking lil notes and keeping them tucked away somewhere in his bedroom as a reminder of what you like, dislike, want, and need.
âi never took you for liking [x] thing.â he did, he literally has a little post-it note hidden away in his wallet, the paper slightly worn, and ink fading from how often he brings it out to add more stuff to it. silently making sure youâre eating and resting enough? you BET heâs looming around like a shadow in the background, taking note of when you last had a full, decent night of sleep. oops, whatâs this? a midnight snack? fucking crazy! who put it there?
then, when you finally crack and mention his unusual behaviour with a quick, sarcastic, âyâknow, youâre very subtle, logan.â
he just pauses, furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes blinking at you as if you just told him the most outlandish thing in the world â no, the entire universe. and with arms folded tightly over his chest, logan simply scoffs and grumbles in response before turning away â his heartbeat picking up ever-so-slightly.
i want him, your honour... i want that old, angry man.
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