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thatonegenshinsimp · 1 year ago

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Memories (Xiao x reader NSFW)

I finally got around to writing part two of the "Memories" series. I will likely be doing another poll in the future so stick around for that. For the time being, I will probably focus on Mondstadt and Liyue characters before moving on to Inazuma, Sumeru, and the other nations. Anyways, enjoy~

Warnings: reader has draconic anatomy (tail, horns), spoilers for Xiao’s backstory and the Archon quest in the Chasm, NSFW, riding, belly bulging, creampie, marking (fangs, claws)

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Summary: The world is cruel to those who are weak, Xiao knows this, and has seen it countless times. His one and only comfort in this cruel world is you, a fellow Adeptus, and the only child of Morax.

Xiao remembered the day he first met you very clearly. He had just been freed from his former master by Rex Lapis, and was now joining his side of the Archon War. It was the day that he first joined the other four Yakshas for the first time.

“So, who’s this?” A voice asked behind him, causing him to turn around quickly to find the owner of that voice. When he turned around, he saw a pair of horns that looked much like Morax’s did. Xiao looked down at your tail, noticing how it was the same color as your hair, with a cloud tip at the end. He looked at your face next. You gave him a gentle smile as you spoke. “This is Xiao, he joined us a few weeks ago while you were gone.” Bosacious explained, watching as you nodded. “I’ve heard of you. Guizhong and Cloud Retainer vaguely mentioned you. It’s nice to meet you, Xiao.” You said, looking over at the other Yakshas. “Anyways, what’s the move for today?” You asked. “There’s a group of serpents near the foot of Mount Tianheng. We’re going to go get rid of them.” Bonanus said, looking over at Xiao as she spoke. “However, this one was put on bed rest for the week, and the same goes for Xiao.” Indarias said, pointing to Menogias. You crossed your arms and looked at Menogias, sighing deeply. “You should know better than to push yourself, it’s important to rest when your body needs it.” You looked over at Xiao. “The same applies to you, regardless of how well you think you can fight.” You scolded lightly. He shook his head. “I’ve rested enough, I’m tired of being bedridden, and I want to help to repay Rex Lapis for his kindness towards me.” Xiao explained. “You think you can handle a fight against what’s out there?” You asked, watching Menogias leave to get more rest. “Yes, I am positive of this.” He said. “Alright, then that must mean that you can hold your own in a fight against one of us, since we’re stronger than these creatures we’re about to fight.” You said. “In fact, I’ll make you a deal. If you can beat me in a fight, you won’t need any more bed rest.” You said. Xiao summoned his polearm and gripped it tightly, glaring at you as he nodded. You summoned your own weapon, a claymore, and held it at the ready. “Bonanus, care to count us down from three?” You asked, your tail twitching in eager excitement. “Alright, three, two, one, go!” She called, with Indarias pulling her back as Xiao launched himself at you. You easily blocked his strikes with your claymore, before swinging it and cutting his side. “Feel free to forfeit any time you wish, you will not win this.” You said, your eyes boring into his as you launched yourself at him and landed a punch against his jaw, sending him flying. You watched as he tried to get up, only to fall back down on his face. He looked up at you as you approached, before seemingly giving up on fighting. However, he yanked you down and pinned you against the ground when you got close enough for him to grab you. Xiao pinned your arms behind your back, before feeling himself being yanked upside down by something. Your tail was wrapped around his ankle as you spun in circles, smirking as you threw him to the ground and pinned him down completely. “Like I said, you need rest, and you won’t win this. Give up, already.” You said, teeth gritted as you spoke. Xiao let himself go limp, watching as you got off of him. He slowly stood, before stumbling forward, right into your waiting arms. “I told you that you needed rest.” You scolded, picking him up and hoisting him over your shoulder. Xiao could only watch as you carried him back to the camp, leaving shortly after to attend to your own duties.

During the next few weeks, while Xiao healed from the injuries he’d sustained from his time serving under his former master and the injuries you’d given him, Morax practically dragged you back to get you to apologize to him.

“Father, you must be joking. He was literally asking for it!” You protested. “However truthful that may be, I’m insisting that you apologize to him, and that you oversee his recovery yourself.” Morax hissed, lightly shoving you through the tent flap before he left. Moon Carver was tending to Xiao’s injuries, wrapping them in fresh bandages. “Good evening, (name). One is pleased to see that you have returned safely.” He said, looking back at you. You nodded in response to his comment, and waited for him to finish dressing Xiao’s wounds and leave before speaking to him. “I… ok, where to start? First of all, I’m sorry for, you know, hurting you. I didn’t mean to let go that much and use that much strength.” You said, looking at him. Xiao glared at you, before reluctantly speaking. “It’s… fine. You only wished to make sure that I was able to properly fight. It’s more than I’m used to.” He said, watching as you looked at the bandages. “Are you in any pain?” You asked, looking him over. He slowly nodded, pointing to his side. You hovered your palms over the spot he’d pointed to and called forth your Adeptal energy to numb the area. “Is that better?” You asked, watching as he nodded again. “Alright then, I’ll check on you at dinner and bring you something to eat. Get some more rest, or at the very least lay down. It puts less strain on your muscles.” You said, getting up and walking towards the tent flap. “Wait.” He called hoarsely. You looked back at him. “Yeah?” You asked. Xiao braced himself on his forearms. “…Thank you.” He muttered, watching as you smiled softly before exiting the tent.

The next memorable time Xiao could recall with you was when everyone was celebrating the first Lantern Rite together. You had dressed up in one of your favorite outfits, which was a gift from Menogias, and sat beside him as the two of you watched the lanterns together. You could tell that he wanted to be alone, but you decided to keep him company, anyways. He was perplexed by the fact that he actually enjoyed your company, and more so by the fact that you enjoyed his. He shouldn’t be enjoying your company, but you were the only person whose company he genuinely enjoyed, save for the other Yakshas. His Karmic Debt felt much lighter whenever you were around, and you always asked him how his day went before asking anyone else. He decided to sit on these feelings, and think about them further to find why he enjoyed your company so much more than anyone else’s. Turning his attention from the lanterns to you, he saw that you were also looking at him, your face reddening when you saw that he returned your gaze. You smiled shyly, turning away to look at the lanterns again. Perhaps he’d ask Morax about these feelings on a later date.

The day he asked Morax about these feelings, he had never seen someone more surprised in his life. “The way you describe how you feel about them almost makes me think that you’re developing feelings for them.” He said, giving him a look. “Could you explain that, please?” Xiao asked. Morax gave a gentle smile. “Tell me what you think it means, first.” He said. Xiao racked his memory for the words to say, but words failed him now. “I don’t really know how to describe it. It feels like my Karmic Debt is lighter whenever they’re around, and I look forward to their visits every day. That’s all I can think of.” He said. The Geo Archon could only smile as he spoke. “Karmic Debt accumulates thanks to negative emotions and hatred. The counter to those things are positive emotions like joy or happiness, or in your case, love. You’re falling in love with them.” He explained. Xiao thought for a moment, before the realization that he was right finally hit him. His face flushed at the realization, and he could only sigh deeply as Morax smirked at him. “A word of advice, if you’ll listen.” Morax began, looking at him. The moment Xiao’s eyes locked with his, it felt as if he couldn’t look away. “Treat them well, a heart of stone is a heart, nonetheless.” He said, getting up to leave.

You noticed that Xiao had been acting differently ever since he went to speak to your father last week. He was more distant from the others, preferring to spend more time with you. Of course, every time you tried to ask him why this was the case, he brushed it off and told you that he just felt like your company helped relieve him of his Karmic Debt. You, however knew that wasn’t his only reason to be around you. Eventually, you decided to confront him properly about it.

The next evening, you walked up to him in the middle of dinner and sat beside him, eating with him. After you were done eating, you turned to look at him. “Hey, Xiao, would you mind joining me on a walk?” You asked, watching as he nodded. You smiled and got up from your seat, motioning for him to follow you. Once you were a considerable distance away from everyone else, you turned and looked at him, pulling back the leaves to reveal a waterfall that ran into a pool of sorts. “What is this place?” He asked, causing you to giggle. “This is my favorite place to go and relax. It helps me to focus on things that are happening in my life around me, and to process the things that I need to mentally unpack. Since you like the quiet, I was hoping to take you here to tell you something you may need time to think over. If you need time to yourself after this, that’s fine, but- why are you staring at me like that?” You asked, smiling softly as you saw the gentle look he was giving you. He knew he’d been caught staring at you, and his face turned red as he tried to come up with an excuse. “I- um- I’m-” he stopped trying when you giggled softly, looking at him. “Xiao, are you… embarrassed?” You asked, watching as he hesitantly nodded before looking down at the ground. “I feel like you’re far ahead of me, and that I don’t deserve your attention, and yet you give it to me anyways. I feel like you should be spending more time around people more worthwhile to you, and yet you choose to spend your time with me. Why is that?” He asked, looking up at you. You looked down at him and smiled softly, walking over to him and gently cupping his face in your hands. “It’s because you’re worthwhile to me, Xiao. I don’t know how you can’t see that.” You whispered, watching as he leaned into your touch. While he wasn’t looking, you gently wrapped your tail around his waist, pulling him close to you. He jolted slightly, looking back at the scaly tail, before looking up at you. “I can’t believe I have to say this aloud, I figured I was being obvious, but…” you gently pressed your forehead against his, closing your eyes as you spoke. “I’m in love with you, Xiao.” You whispered, gently cupping his face in your hands. “And I want you to know that no matter how much you push me away, or try to ignore me after this, I will always love you.” You continued, before eventually pulling away. You opened your eyes again and watched as he looked at you, awestruck. “You… what?” He asked. “I love you, Xiao.” You repeated, looking at him and gently grasping his hands in your own. His face went completely red as he fully processed what you said. He then frowned slightly, before looking at you again. “There is so much blood on my hands from people who didn’t deserve to die. I’ve done terrible things in my life, things I cannot even begin to justify. You deserve someone better than that.” He said, pulling his hands away from yours.

You looked at him, crestfallen, before gently grabbing his hands and lacing your fingers together with his. “I know my worth, Xiao.” You tried to reassure him, but he pulled away from you, getting up. You got up as well, and rested your forehead against his as he looked at you again.

“If blood is what these hands are covered in, then I’d rather be stained crimson for the rest of eternity than live a moment without you in my life.” You said, sighing softly as you cupped his face in your hands. “You should think higher of yourself. Morax wouldn’t have let you join us if he didn’t trust you. If he trusts you not to hurt any of us, then so do I.” You said, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly. Xiao’s eyes widened slightly, and he went stiff as you hugged him, before he hesitantly raised his arms and hugged you back. He rested his head against your shoulder, not meeting your gaze. “We don’t have to do anything other than this, but I love you far too much to lose you, even to yourself.” You said. And although you couldn’t see it, for the first time in a long while, Xiao smiled slightly against your shoulder.

Just when he thought things were getting better, when he felt like he had finally found people he could trust, Indarias’ Karmic Debt got the best of her. He could only watch as she screamed at the top of her lungs, tormented by the hateful wrath of bygone gods and monsters. She went mad with fear, going on a rampage that lasted days, before bursting into flames. You held Bonanus back from running at her to try and put the flames out, knowing it would do no good for anyone involved. Even after you all mourned her death, there was a deafening silence in the days following her death, especially anytime someone needed cheering up after a particularly rough day.

Next was Menogias, who died in your arms after Bonanus went mad and stabbed him in the chest. She had tried to go after you, but Menogias refused to let you die, and used himself as a distraction to hold her off while you got Xiao and Bosacius to safety. He died with a smile on his face, knowing a peaceful afterlife awaited him. You were the one who buried him with the help of the other Adepti, and you held onto Xiao as he shook with silent sobs that evening. The next day, Bonanus had come back again, trying to attack you once more. However, Xiao was the one who protected you, and the one who fell dead at the end of the fight was Bonanus.

Bosacius disappeared next, his Karmic Debt having made him go mad as well. However, he didn’t try to attack anyone, and instead left one evening after mumbling to himself in a corner of the encampment. Even after searching for him for days on end, you never found any trace of him. Guizhong was the one who comforted both you and Xiao, since you both viewed him as family in a way. After his disappearance, there was a distinct lack of enthusiasm as Morax finally told Xiao that he was the last Yaksha alive.

Guizhong’s death hit everyone the hardest. You and Xiao had arrived just as she was saying her last words to Morax, a smile on her face as she crumbled into the finest dust, carried off by the wind. Everyone mourned her the longest, since she had been so kind and caring towards everyone she knew. All that she had left behind for Morax was a stone dumbbell that she had created alongside the other mechanisms and such she had made. You remember very distinctly that your father had looked at the dumbbell for a long time, before eventually giving up on opening it. You knew you should comfort him, Guizhong was his closest friend, and yet, you still stayed beside Xiao, comforting him and making sure he was alright.

The day of your wedding with him was the happiest day Xiao could remember in his lifetime of sadness and loss. It was a small ceremony, but a meaningful one, nonetheless. He was ecstatic when he finally slipped the ring on your finger, smiling softly when you slid the ring onto his finger. The rest of that evening, you both danced together, and he smiled almost the entire time, although it was a smile reserved for your eyes only.

Your honeymoon with him was very peaceful, having spent it with you in your Sereniteapot. He remembered helping you decorate, thinking how peaceful things could be if you were both mortals, or if you both didn’t need to protect Liyue all the time. Perhaps if he hadn’t made that contract with Morax, he would’ve been able to spend more time with you. However, this month away from everything related to his duties as a Yaksha, while the other Adepti gladly helped keep Wangshu Inn safe, was… different. It wasn’t the bad kind of different, but the kind of different that made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Xiao was about to get in the bath for the evening when you asked to join him, causing him to nod. “Why do you want to join me, anyways?” He asked, looking back at you as you both undressed. You smiled softly. “Because I like spending time with you, and couples bathe together all the time.” You reasoned. He shrugged, before looking at you again. “Your tail would be too big for the bath, but we could bathe in the hot spring, if you don’t mind.” He suggested. “The outdoor hot spring? Ooh, actually, that would be good for stargazing, sure!” You replied. “The stars in the Realm Within are fake, you know that, right?” He deadpanned. “It’s supposed to be romantic, Xiao, I know they’re fake and that they’re just based off of the actual night sky outside of the abode.” You said, before getting dressed again and grabbing some towels. You also grabbed the shampoo and conditioner, as well as some soap, too. You then walked with Xiao to the hot spring and closed the door, locking it behind you. Even though the two of you were alone, you still took extra precautions when it came to privacy. You slowly stripped of your clothing, keenly aware of the pair of eyes burning into your back as you did so. “Like what you see?” You asked teasingly, watching as his face went bright red. He looked away, coughing awkwardly, before he started to remove his own clothing. He got into the warm water of the hot spring and waited for you to join him, jolting slightly as your tail made contact with his bare waist, pulling him closer to you. “Hey there, why so far away?” You asked, smiling at him. He was lost for words, and looked away, not quite sure how to handle the situation despite bathing with you in the waterfall pools of Jueyun Karst many times before this. “No need to be so nervous, Xiao, you can look at me, I don’t mind.” You cooed, causing him to look back at your face. “You know I’m not used to doing these things in this type of setting, (name).” He said, seemingly annoyed at your actions. However, you knew that he thought they were endearing, and that he didn’t mind you doing this sort of stuff, so long as it didn’t make him uncomfortable. With his words in mind, you gently placed your hand against his chest. “Well, we don’t have to do anything like that tonight if you don’t want to.” You said, smiling at him gently. However, he wanted to, he just didn’t know how to tell you. After a couple of minutes, Xiao pulled you into his lap, letting you straddle him. You gently grasped his shoulders, looking down at him as he looked at you. “Please.” He whispered, telling you what you needed to know. “Are you sure?” You asked once more, receiving an almost breathy “yes,” in return. You nodded, before lining him up with your entrance and dragging your hand up and down his shaft, pumping him a few times and then slowly sliding him inside. He gasped softly as you lowered yourself on him slowly, squeezing around him as you adjusted to the feeling of his thick girth dragging against your walls. Xiao gripped the edge of the hot spring tightly, letting himself relax as he bottomed out inside of you. The two of you stayed like that for a little bit, giving yourselves time to adjust before you slowly rocked your hips against his.

He tried to cover his mouth with his hand, only for you to swivel your hips and move them faster. You watched as his hands flew to your hips to still them. “Don’t cover your mouth like that, I want to hear you.” You cooed, gently grabbing his shoulders as your eyes drifted to gaze at his neck. It was as if he knew you wanted to do something, because he sighed softly, before slowly tilting his head to the side to expose more of his neck. You took the opportunity, leaning in and sinking your sharp fangs into the skin of his neck. You sucked on the skin until it was purple, and pulled away after a few long seconds. Xiao panted softly, leaning against the rim of the hot spring for support as you started moving a little faster. There was a warm sensation in his lower stomach as he felt you squeezing around him tighter. “Nh~ feels s’good, Xiao~” you gripped his shoulders tightly as he bucked his hips up against yours. “Ah~ right there, please~” you gasped softly when his spongy tip hit the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside of you. He pulled out to where only the tip was in, before he angled his hips to where he would hit that spot again. He slammed his hips against yours, watching as you squeezed his shoulders tightly, digging your nails into his skin hard enough to draw blood. He didn’t mind, though, and kept bucking his hips up against yours as he leaned up and kissed you. You moaned against his lips, whining softly whenever he slowed down. He trailed kisses up from your shoulder to your neck, before biting into the soft skin and tugging at it lightly with his teeth. His yellow eyes gazed into yours before he hid his face in your neck, his thrusts starting to get sloppier. He twitched slightly inside of you as you felt your own orgasm getting closer. “M’so close, please don’t stop- Anh~” you moaned softly, reaching up and tugging at his soft hair. He twitched harshly inside of you as you continued tugging on his hair, before he started fucking into you at a brutal pace as you continued to do so. You wailed his name as you came, tugging hard on his hair as you rode out your high. You clenched and squeezed around him as he slammed his hips into yours one last time and came, thick spurts of white filling you up and making you tremble from how full you felt. You wrapped your legs around his waist, doing the same with your tail as you kept him inside of you. After what felt like hours more, he slowly pulled out, causing you to whine quietly as he grabbed the soap and cleaned you up. He then shampooed and conditioned your hair, taking great care to be gently with you while he did so. After he was done, he did the same to his hair, before grabbing the towels and drying you both off. He wrapped you up in one of the towels and wrapped his waist with another. Xiao then carried you in his arms back to the house, stopping to grab your clothing and his along the way out of the outside hot spring area.

When he got back to the house, he took you to the bedroom and laid you down under the covers, before getting under them with you after putting the towels and clothes away. He fell asleep easily that night, holding you close as the two of you slept.

When Xiao started to succumb to his Karmic Debt, he knew even you wouldn’t be safe from him. “Xiao, what’s going on? Are you ok?” You asked. He used his last threads of sanity to scream at you to run, run far and run fast. You refused, using a shield to protect yourself as he launched himself at you. Even after the shield broke, you fought back against him as best you could. But you were losing your strength, unable to keep up with his fast attacks and his immense strength. Eventually, he had you pinned down, his polearm pointed at your neck. He was about to stab you when the sound of a flute pierced the air, calming him as the wind blew calmly around the two of you. His eyes, once glazed over and filled with hatred, softened, and the light in them returned. When he saw you, and the way you had been pinned down by him, tears filled his eyes as he dropped his polearm to the ground and stepped off of you. He stepped back when you got up, falling to his knees as he sobbed. However, he stopped when you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close to you. “It’s alright, I know you didn’t mean to.” You whispered into his hair, gently rubbing his back as you cradled him against you. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, over and over, repeating the sentiment like a mantra. He eventually passed out, leaving you to carry him somewhere safe, but he never forgot the fact that he’d almost killed you that night.

Xiao saw true terror during his time in the Chasm, when he spoke to Bosacius. It was obvious that he was a malevolent spirit now, making the space they were in chaotic with the Karmic Debt he once held running rampant. It had taken what felt like centuries for him to get through the rift to everyone, but things gradually played out from there, and he discovered that Bosacius had fought to the bitter end for Liyue, even after his Karmic Debt had driven him to madness. When he teleported the others to safety as he ran out of Adeptal Energy to work the Fantastic Compass, he pictured you, smiling at him whilst standing in a field of Glaze Lilies as his eyes slipped closed. He still loved you dearly, he knew you knew that. He just wished he could say goodbye to you before being trapped in the Chasm forever like this as he fell into the seemingly endless darkness below…

But there was no darkness, only blinding golden light as two forces pulled him out of the Chasm together. When he opened his eyes again, he saw everyone around him who had been in the Chasm. When he looked up at the ledge, he could’ve sworn that he’d seen Zhongli standing there. And when he looked back, he saw you again. You ran to him, fighting back tears as you tackled him to the ground and hugged him tightly. “Don’t you ever do that again. I could’ve lost you.” You whispered, holding onto him like it was your last chance to do so.

You didn’t let him walk back by himself to Wangshu Inn, you teleported the two of you to the balcony, walking inside with him in your arms. You carefully tended to his wounds, healing them until he was properly patched up, before cupping his face in your hands. “Why do you insist on sacrificing yourself so often for the sake of others?” You asked quietly. Xiao knew it was a rhetorical question, and let you continue. “Please stop throwing yourself in dangerous situations like that. You’re lucky me and my father got there in time. You could’ve…” you didn’t finish the thought aloud, but he knew what you were thinking. “I… I didn’t mean to upset you, and I’m sorry, but it is my duty as a Yaksha to protect the people of Liyue from danger.” He reminded you. He held his constant glare until you looked up and he saw the tears in your eyes. He rushed forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you lean against him as your knees went weak. You went limp in his arms as he held you, gripping his shoulders tightly as you sobbed into the crook of his neck. Xiao picked you up bridal style and carried you to your shared bed, sitting down under the covers after taking his and your shoes off. “I’ve already almost lost you once, please don’t make me lose you for real this time.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly. Your tail wrapped around his waist, keeping him close to you. He sighed deeply, hugging you back as you started to relax. After you’d slightly calmed down, your grip loosened a little, and he pulled away slightly to wipe away your tears. “I still must protect Liyue, but I will try to be more careful if it means that your worries will be eased.” He said, reaching up and running his fingers through your hair. You leaned against him, melting into his touch. “Thank you.” You whispered, looking at him. His gaze locked with yours, and his eyes went half lidded as he spoke. “I love you, you know that. I will continue to do so until we’ve both crumbled into the finest dust, and all of Liyue has forgotten our names. Never forget that.” He said, cupping your face in his hands. He leaned forward and kissed you, pressing his lips firmly against yours as he held you there. You smiled tiredly at him, resting your head against his shoulder as you started to doze off. Xiao did the same, having decided to get some much desired rest after today’s events. However, just before he fell asleep, he heard a soft “I love you too, Xiao,” fall from your lips, as he, for the first time in millennia, fell asleep peacefully.

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babovens · 2 months ago

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MP100 Halloween Fic Recs

It’s spooky month! (And Reigen’s birthday haha)

I’ve been sifting though some fics I read when I first joined the fandom and thought it would be fun to have a combo of some cute, spooky stories, as well as some straight up horror stories (if that’s your jam).

I put the cutesy fics first and the more horrific ones further down the list.

Enjoy!

You Can't Go Trick-or-Treating By Yourself by Originia (Oneshot; 1k)

Mob does not plan on going trick-or-treating this year. Reigen finds out, finds out why, and decides that actually, yes, they are going trick-or-treating and they will do so together.

A little Dad!Reigen fic where he and mob make cute ghost costumes!

Cursed Movie by militarypenguin_archives (Oneshot; 1k)

Mob and Reigen watch a scary movie. Reigen gets scared and tries to brush it off as being cursed… or… was it?

One of my favorite headcanons come to life. Mob isn’t affected by horror movies due to all the ghosts he sees on the daily while Reigen is… well, he’s an adult, therefore he can’t be scared XD

a responsible adult in theory by Prim_the_Amazing (Oneshot; 2k)

He wondered if he should try and push Serizawa to say what he wanted to say, or let him off the hook. Which one would be for the best? “... could drink some of my blood,” he mumbled, he mumbled, and after a moment of incomprehension Reigen choked on his spit.

A cute SeriRei oneshot featuring Vampire!Reigen who forgot his blood bag for the day (and also featuring adults pining and refusing to elaborate their feelings lol).

Working Partners Chapter 3: The Greatest Monsters of All by Lapidist & Art by Marrymeserizawa

Serizawa Katsuya has always been plagued by monsters. This time, he will put an end to it.

A great Fantasy AU featuring Monster!Seri and Vampire!Reigen living in a world of monster vs humans. Claw is a religious organization in this, so steer clear if that’s a topic you wish to avoid.

Slip by ToastyToaster22 (Oneshot; 8k)

Maybe it was that summer break had only just started and Teru was already bored to death. Maybe it was that it always felt a little special when Reigen asked him to help with a case. Whatever it was that made Teru ignore the funny feeling in his chest and agree, he regretted it.

If you want a G rated horror story with a sprinkling of comfort, this is the fic for you! A case fic featuring Teru and Reigen as they embark into the woods, only to… well, I’ll let you find out (here I go to read this for the billionth time it’s PERFECT SPOOKY FIC).

The Quarry fic by tinkertoysdamn & art by fend (Multi chapter; 3.2k)

A mysterious ailment has struck workers at the White Pepper Quarry and Spirits and Such are sent to investigate.

I’m so obsessed with not only this story, but also the TYPESETTING! It’s such a creative piece and really leans into the horror genre well.

Lifeline by hmmeid & art by fend

Tome and Mob take some well deserved time off from Spirits & Such, only to be caught in the web of an evil spirit.

I crave more Tome and Mob friendship fics and this one sates that hunger (AND it’s got some spooky possession scenes yessssss).

Surface Tension fic by Crookedturtle & art by fend

A routine meeting with a client draws Reigen and Serizawa into a dangerous situation—one Reigen can’t help but make worse.

(Can you tell I love fend’s art yet? Lol) A SeriRei case fic turned horror as the two are forced to confront buried feelings and work together to escape a spirit more powerful than either of them realized.

Hiding His Horns (Multi Chapter; 145k)

Teruki Hanazawa, a modern witch and a promising new exorcist wants his childhood hero Reigen Arataka to become his personal mentor and teacher. Too bad Reigen already has a student, and that student, Teruki finds out, is a dangerous demon using the man’s softer side to its advantage.

Brought to you by the author of “The Sword of Damocles” and “Tunnel Vision”, the TeruMob author themself has brought us this fantastic Demon!Mob and Witch!Teru AU (and it’s from Teru’s POV YAY). If you’re not into the romance aspect, although TeruMob is tagged, it’s much more plot heavy than romance oriented. Do heed the tags on this one though. Later chapters can get pretty dark.

The Paper Moon (Multi Chapter: 110k)

It wasn't the rain, or the car, or even dying that ruined his day. The worst was when he woke up, and everything that happened after.

A great, terrifying MP100 horror novel that I BLASTED through in one day (oh my GOD It had me on the edge of my seat, biting into my sweater, screaming into my pillow). HEED THE TAGS! ESPECIALLY in later chapters. It can get into… slight Danny phantom horror territory.

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mobtober #mp100 fic #fic rec #(haven’t read some of these in a while)#(so off I go! while also snuggling by some candles 🥰)

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brn-t · 7 months ago

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Thank you @fungalhazard for commissioning me! I really like how it turned out!

Back to earth

tags: original male/original male, transformation, monsterfucker, capitalism unfortunately 😔, height growth, tail growth, monster transformation, tf kink

"Jesus christ dude what the fuck did you DO to me last night?? "

"The same shit I do Everynight! Alan! The same shit you beg for when you’re backin that gay ass up onto my monster junk every night! What, you think I knew this would happen??"

"I don’t know!! How the fuck else could I have sprouted a fucking tail overnight??"

Alan clutched the offending appendage to his chest like he was afraid it would attack him. It was long and muscular like a lizards tail, pushing down the hem of his gym shorts, flexible and vaguely prehensile. There was a small scattering of red scales cropping up from underneath the bare skin. It twitched in agitation as Alan stared expectantly at his boyfriend.

T’urin, the boyfriend in question, avoided his gaze as he wracked his brain for an explanation. He was adopted by a family of sorcerers who found him abandoned on their doorstep, so he really never knew what the hell was going on with him, biologically. But, they said they think he may be some sort of earth totem?? Whatever the hell that was...

All he knew for sure was that there was… a lot going on with him, body-wise. In his “natural” form, he loosely resembled a lion/dragon except covered in a dense coat of iridescent black feathers and three sets of zygodactyl claws. Horn-like spikes spiraled up from his head in a half circle that Alan had told him resembled a crown and made him look elegant.

Alan had been the first person outside of his family to have seen his “true form” and that night had been the first night he’d actually started to like it.

Ever since then, after they got together and had moved in together, more often than not that was the form he would default to. So, when Alan asked him to fuck him open in his monster form the first time, T’urin was nervous but mostly excited.

After that night, his monster form quickly became the default for whenever they were getting into it.

Clothes hit the floor, pants came off, and several extra feet and limbs grew out of places they shouldn't.

T’urin smacked his face and rubbed his temples with his delicate clawed fingers.

That’s what they got for not using protection

“So what now?? I can’t go to work like this! They’ll think I’m a fucking furry or something!

Like a lightning bolt out of a clear blue sky, just then, Alan’s phone began to ring.

Alan picked it up and motioned like he was going to throw the phone. “FUCK fuck fuck FUcking FUCK it’s my manager, FUCK I’ve already forgotten about two shifts this month, I can’t miss another one!!” He answered the phone in his cheeriest voice, not even getting past the "Hi Nicole" before a shrill voice on the other line cut him off.

Alan looked like he was going to cry, his face scrunched up in defeat and his tail literally tucked between his legs.

T’urin stifled a giggle.

“Yes! I- …. yes. Right.. yes, I realize this is my final warning, thank you. Yes…. I will be there… Yes, Goodbye.

Hanging up the call, Alan let out a heavy defeated sigh and turned back into the bedroom, tail drooping.

“You’re actually gonna go??”

Alan came back out with his work shirt halfway on and a pair of giant black harem pants in one arm.

“You wanna eat this month?? Some of us can’t magically shapeshift their-” he shook the offending appendage at him “-freakin monsterparts away whenever they like!”

“Have you tried it though??”

Alan smacked his hands on either side of T’urin’s long muzzle and brought it close to his face.

“T’urin, light of my life, beloved eternal, I cannot express in the slightest how little control I have over this situation right now. Now please help me tie this big ass tail coming out of my ass to my leg so I can go to wOrK AND MAKE A PAYCHECK.”

The last part was yelled directly into T’urin’s delicate fluffy ears and as he reeled back he was hit smack dab in the face with some ace bandage wrap.

Chuckling, T’urin caught the bandages with one of his three sets of limbs and positioned himself behind his boyfriend who had turned around and presented his backside like a sulking child.

He hummed as he took the heavy tail in his claws, admiring the glitter of the burgeoning scalework, turning it over to play with the light.

Alan shuddered.

“Love?” T’urin asked.

“Nothing, it’s just a freakin weird feeling feelin shit on a limb you’ve never had before, like, reverse ghost limb syndrome…”

T’urin held his tail up to a beam of light coming through the curtains, turning the scales translucent.

“I think its beautiful”

“Yea well, for your sake it better be gone by the end of my shift or we’re both gonna be living out of whatever bog you spawned out of.”

A heavy drumming noise gurgled up T’urins long neck and as he finished wrapping his tail, he brought his wide gaping maw right up next to Alan’s ear.

“You promise?” said T’urin, pulling down the nape of Alan’s work shirt, something deep and primal bubbling up in T’urin upon seeing the prickly row of pinfeathers pushing up through the skin along his boyfriend's spine.

Alan spun around and grabbed his dangling tongue.

“Oh that’s a promise, If anything else goes weird, I’m gonna turn you into a boardwalk taxidermy attraction, maybe then you can actually start contributing towards rent, you deadbeat”

T’urin grinned a toothy grin.

“See you at seven.” He said, perfectly clear, despite his tongue being grabbed.

Driving of course was a freakin nightmare and it felt insane to experience pins and needles in a limb you’ve never had before.

After pulling into the parking lot of his dive bar kitchen job, Alan just sat outside his car, steaming, heart hammering in his throat, wanting nothing more than to turn back and drive home but having no choice but to walk forward.

His…scales, turns out, would rub up against his legs on the downwards motion as he walked so he grimaced unpleasantly as he scooted into the kitchen, thankful for the first time in his entire life to be a dishwasher.

The remainder of his shift went surprisingly well, despite him getting chewed out by the manager, and him jumping every time someone walked past him.

“I guess no one notices the dishwasher guy,” he thought to himself, equal parts relieved and depressed.

He actually got into his job at some point, scrubbing dishes clean and restocking cookwear until suddenly there was a tap on his shoulder.

Alan whirled around, looking at his half lidded coworker with alarm.

“Y-yes??” Alan said, angling his backside away from him.

“Yo, yer shift’sup dude, geddahell outta here.

Alan had never felt so relieved to see him, he could have hugged him.

“O-okay, thanks! Man!” Alan held up his elbow length rubber gloves, “I’ll uh, hang these up and head out then…”

The coworker didn’t respond, already looking at whatever was on his phone.

Alan took off his apron and started to pull the rubber glove off his right arm.

A painful tugging sensation ripped up his whole forearm.

“Ow..” Alan said softly.

“Huh?”

“Oh! Uh, a glass broke in the uh.. sink, be careful…”

“Whatever man, justgimme the gloves.”

Alans heart beat a little quicker, not wanting to confirm what he suspected.

“These have… holes in them, just grab the other pair in the supply closet! I’ll throw these out!”

The coworker shrugged and shuffled off. Alan quickly pulled the sleeves of his hoodie down over the gloves, shoving them in his pockets and making a hasty retreat to his car, not even bothering to sign out.

The entire ride back his heart was hammering in his chest so loud he almost forgot completely about his tail.

He tried to not stare at the thick rubber gloves wrapped white knuckle around the steering wheel but he swore he could see neat little pale spikes poking out of the fingertips and he didn’t want to think about what that meant right then.

As soon as he was through the door to his dinghy apartment though all he could think about was tearing the damn things off.

They smelled of stale dishsoap and dirty sink water and work so Alan didn’t feel the least bit sad grabbing scissors to cut them away.

And yes, to his dismay, it was not normal human fingers that greeted him as the rubber peeled away.

Not only had his naturally pale skin darkened to a ruddy reddish-brown at the tips, but long rigid backwards facing pinfeathers were just starting to poke up out of the skin of his forearm. And to make matters worse, it looked like over the course of his 10 hr shift, his nails had been completely pushed out, so now his fingertips ended bluntly with only a deep vertical slit at the tip. At the crest of each knuckle he could see rectangular patches beginning to form like the scales of a bird.

Fucking christ was all he could think as he turned his hands over and over, struggling to comprehend that the things opening and closing in front of him were actually his.

“Haelfynn above, what the hell happened to your hands?” T’urin said, standing at the doorway in human form.

Alan could only turn to him, hands spread jazzhands style and flex his fingers, causing needle-sharp claws to pop out from the aforementioned slits kittycat-style, startling them both.

There was a heavy moment of silence where they both just stared dumbly at each other before Alan’s mouth twitched up into a nervous sort of smile and brought a curled paw to his mouth, cocking his hip.

“Nya?”

That was all it took and the two crumbled into hysterical laughter, collapsing into each other until they were both wheezing for breath and wiping tears from their eyes.

Then Alan grabbed T’urin by the lapel and slammed him against a wall, lifting him bodily off his feet. (had he gotten taller?)

“You’re going to fix this, now..” Alan said, the barest hint of a growl bubbling up underneath his voice.

T’urin’s eyes widened but his face looked rueful

“On it.” Was all he said, pulling out his phone and dialing his mom.

T’urin’s mom was incredulous at first but her tune changed completely after switching to video chat, exclaiming loudly and calling in T’urin’s mother to come have a look. There were a lot of questions, and a lot of answers that made the young couple blush, but by the end of the conversation it was agreed upon that the two of them needed to make a trip up north to T’urins parents place for a more in depth examination.

His moms graciously offered to pay for a private cabin on the train and said some things over the phone to Alan’s clothes which they said would “help people overlook him.”

The moment T’urin ended the call, Alan felt drained.

He collapsed onto their bed and cupped his face in his hands, or, paws? He held them aloft again just to make sure he still had all 5 fingers.

They were all there… for now.

He covered his face again, groaning through his teeth.

“What am I going to tell my boss?? I’ve got another 7am to 7pm tomorrow and no sick days.”

T’urin was uncharacteristically quiet and looked down, toeing the ratty carpet.

“I’m sorry… about all of this…”

Alan sat up sharply, “Oh, babe, no, it’s not like, i blame you or anything. I don’t think either of us have a fuckin clue as to whats going on, it’s just, like, the WORST possible time to have a magical transformation happen ever. I mean, rent’s due next week and the insurance on the car, plus you’re almost through that frozen deer carcass and THATS another $250 unless you want to go try hunting again, but I am NOT forcing deworming meds down your throat again

“They taste like shit” T’urin hissed

“Yea, well, cry me a river, buddy, daddy’s broke at the moment and also turning into some sort of critter, so you'll have to pick less diseased animals next time.”

They both chuckled but tension still stained the air.

“Are you scared?” T’urin said finally

Alan sighed heavily and looked down at himself. Aside from his hands and the tail draped over the side of the bed, he still mostly looked like himself.

But he didn’t know for how much longer that was going to be the case.

“I just… never have been good with change. You know what growing up for me was like, I just always craved consistency, and now, after finally just barely being able to carve out a life for myself… for us, here’s life again, pulling the football away just as I’m about to kick.

"What is that, a homestuck reference?" T’urin grinned

Alan rolled onto his side and yanked T’urin onto the bed with him, pushing his many braids aside and looking deep into his dark brown eyes.

“I should have never even shown you that fuckin comic” He said,

They lay there for a minute longer before Alan caught a whiff of the restaurant still on him and got nauseous all over again.

He got up, mumbling something about a shower and shucked his work shirt off and into the hamper on his way to the bathroom.

Grabbing his favorite towel, he shut himself in their tiny bathroom and stood there.

Suddenly he was afraid as to what he might find if he took off his pants…

His tail was sore from being constrained for so long so he ripped the proverbial bandaid off and tore his pants off in one go.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he unwrapped the bandage and slowly let his sweaty tail separate from his leg.

He breathed a sigh of relief and tried to give it a little wag.

It wagged.

“Huh…” was all he said, still in shock that this was his reality right now. He’d very much hoped that this was some sort of extended prank by T’urin, but standing here in this shitty apartment bathroom watching himself curl and twist this thing attached to him made it really hit home somehow.

An odd sort of fluttering feeling blossomed in his chest and he ducked inside the shower before he could examine it any further.

Showering was the most normal he’d felt the entire day, and as the boiling hot water ran over him, his muscles relaxed and he began to droop, just letting the stream purify him like a sand blaster.

He closed his eyes and turned the other way, noting with dulled alarm how the water was hitting something on his back.

He ran a hand down the center of his spine and discovered more pinfeathers pushing out from the crest of his spine all the way down to his hips. Logically, he should be freaking out right now but as he kept feeling them and how itchy they were, all he could think about was getting them out

He concentrated and…

*snk*

His claws popped out from fingertips and latched underneath the keratinous tube of the pinfeather.

Slowly, so slowly, he pulled it off and flicked it into the corner of the shower.

Now in it’s place he could feel a soft feather, like one you’d see escaping from a stuffed pillow.

Oh fuck was all he could think before pulling another one off, and then another, until soon enough his whole back was covered in a dense layer of iridescent black feathers.

The warm water on his feathers felt like a massage, and Alan made a low crooning noise deep in his throat that echoed pleasingly off the walls of the shower.

So he did it again, and for longer this time.

Soon he was just humming and picking at feathers and letting the water flow over him and picking at scales and shampooing and -uhoh the ceiling was getting kinda low..

Alan looked up and suddenly the ceiling was so close he could lick it.

heh, lick it...

He opened his muzzle and extended his tongue to jokingly touch the ceiling, the hot humid air gathering to make his head feel full and fuzzy.

His tongue had gotten very long… Alan looked down his snout to realize there was a lot more hair in his field of view than when he got in…

hmmmmmmm.....

He brought a clawed hand up to inspect the strand of curly black hair

Somethingssss weird going onn..

But the steady staccato beat of the warm water refused to let him feel anything but calm and relaxed, even when soft velvety antlers started pushing through his scull and bumping against the ceiling

In his mind, he was beneath a waterfall, deep deep in the mountains beneath a natural hot spring, and he was safe and warm, completely bereft of responsibilities.

He actually started to stoop, from both the low ceiling and from how high up his antlers were extending, so he got on all fours and crouched, facing away from the taps.

Eyes still closed, his body felt like it was… slipping into place, like finally cracking a joint that needed it.

His arms extended out in front of him, muscled and furry, with his hands shortening into proper paws. Not from any discernible species, but boxy and wide, with the leathery sort of texture of a birds leg. His hind legs twitch and jerked into place, the central toes merging to form some sort of talons, like a bird of prey. His fat tail thickened up significantly and began to sprout feathers of their own, with the scales plating the underside.

By the time T’urin decided to check on him and yell at him about the water bill, Alan had slipped into the form of something that was decidedly... inhuman.

T’urin pulled back the curtain ready to bitch when the…creature in the shower startled and let forth a sharp hiss, baring its large and numerous rows of needlesharp teeth.

“OH FUCK” was all he got to say before the thing formerly known as Alan spooked and tried to make a run for it.

Unfortunately for him, bathtubs are not well known for their grippability and his long sharp claws just succeeded in shredding the shower curtain to bits

T’urin tried to reign in the ball of claws and feathers but Alan was not having any of it, shrinking away from his carefully placed hand and hissing gutterally.

“Shit what to I do??” T’urin wondered out loud.

Then the idea hit.

“OH!” he said, and then dropped his human form completely, making the bathroom even more cramped as he filled out the rest of the available space.

He didn’t know what to expect as far as a response but Alan took one look at him and yowled like a territorial lynx, clawing his way out of the tub and spraying water everywhere.

“SHIT NO WAIT, ALAN!”

Alan scuttled past him, sharp claws clacking across the cheap linoleum tiles as he squirmed through the open door and into the livingroom.

“OH FUCK NO, NO THE-”

- was immediately followed by a heavy crashing glass sound.

In the time it took T’urin to follow him out into the livingroom, the space was already trashed.

The couch and carpet were shredded, anything upright had been knocked over and the only thing left untouched were the several large potted houseplants, behind which a pair large jagged gold antlers stuck out rather conspicuously.

T’urin tsked and switched back to human form, slowly approaching the beast, his beast, with his hands outstretched.

“Of course you wouldn’t wreck the one thing thats only yours.

A glittering set of golden eyes snapped open, staring at him through the foliage.

T’urin made a grab for one of his horns but Alan was quicker and wriggled out of his grasp, making for the partially cracked sliding glass door.

Despite his yelling, Alan wrenched it open and launched himself off the balcony, disspearing into the hazy murk of twilight.

“ShitSHITshit” T’urin hissed, vaulting over the rail right after him, shifting into flighted form midair, scanning the horizon for his idiot boyfriend.

He didn’t have to look long to find him though, as a clumsily flapping (when did he grow wings??) moose-sized silhouette against the darkening sky wasn’t that hard to spot.

Thank goodness he didn't seem to have any flight instincts, as T’urin caught up with him rather quickly and tackled him to the ground, landing in some dense bushes outside of someone's house.

A dog inside the house started to bark but T’urin had them down a side street by the time the owner came out to investigate.

As he dragged him along, Alan started to groan and shed feathers, leaving a trail of them in his wake.

By the time they made it back home, he was (mostly) human again, save for the tail, the scaling on his arms and legs, and how his hair was longer now and a deep shade of brown, almost black with a few feathers scattered in it.

T’urin dragged him into the livingroom, dumped him onto the shredded couch, and went into the hallway closet for a broom.

When he returned, Alan was sitting upright with his head in his hands.

T’urin huffed and poked at him with the dustpan, jolting Alan out of his thoughts.

He just looked up at T’urin, eyes wide as saucers, tail twitching back and forth.

“T’urin, I flew just now, didn’t I?”

He nodded. Alan took the dustpan and got on his knees.

“Did you know? That rooftops looked like that? Like little glittering mahjong tiles? That the wind feels cold against your face that high up?”

T’urin brought in the garbage can from the kitchen..

“I did.”

Alan dumped his pan of broken glass. “Why would you ever return to earth??” he said.

T’urin brought him from his knees and drew him into a tight hug.

“You didn’t know how to fly yet.”

#brnt sputters #transformation #monster boy #tf #terato #writing commissions #yea sorr it'd not ch. 7 y'all but its somethin!

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bewitched-bee · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Week Day 5

Overstimulation- Ifrit Ghoul x Fem!Reader

Minors don’t interact!!!

Also this just so happens to be my favorite one that I’ve wrote…

CW: Overstimulation, Multiple orgasms, Oral (female receiving), Vaginal sex, Biting, Knotting...let me know if I missed anything else

Ifrit gently pushes me back onto the bed as soon as he removes my clothes. I watch as he takes his own clothes off. He then hovers over me, his tail wraps around my thigh. "I don't plan to stop until you tap out darling" Ifrit says with a fanged grin.

"Just what are you planning" I ask as his tail uncoils from my thigh. "You'll see" he replies as he moves down and spreads my legs apart. He wastes no time in placing his forked tongue against my clit. My hands tangle in his hair at the base of his horns.

I lightly grip one of his horns and he moans against me. The action sends a pleasurable vibration through me. He flicks his tongue as two of his glamored fingers enter me. He thrusts them in and out of me and I throw my head back with a moan.

He crooks his fingers upwards on the next thrust, the pleasure makes my hips buck up. "Right there" I say before I let out another moan. His fingers repeatedly hit my G-Spot, his tongue never stops moving against my clit. I can feel a knot building up in my stomach.

"I'm so close please Ifrit" I say as my hips move trying to get more friction. He hums against me as he speeds up his actions. Within a few more thrusts of his fingers I feel the knot in my stomach unraveling. "Oh fuck Ifrit" I say as my walls clench around his fingers.

He works me through the orgasm before he pulls away from me. "You ready for my cock now" he asks. "Yes please" I reply, he smirks as he enters me. We both let out a gasp at the pleasure. He begins thrusting slowly, I wrap my legs around him in an attempt to get him closer to me.

The lewd noise that comes from his actions are enough to send another spark of arousal through me. His thumb reaches down to circle my clit, my hips buck up at the pleasure. "Stay still" he says moving his thumb in order to push my hips back down against the bed.

His thrusts increase a bit in speed, he leans down and lets out a growl as his fangs graze my neck. It's not long before I feel his fangs pierce my skin. I gasp at the mix of pain and pleasure, Ifrit then unclamps his jaw and licks over the puncture marks on my neck.

I can already feel another orgasm building back up. I reach a hand down to rub circles against my clit. "Aw you're so close again aren't you" Ifrit asks teasingly. His clawed hands grip at my hips as his thrusts get harsher.

I feel his claws dig into me slightly, the pain and pleasure I feel is bringing me closer to tipping over the edge. "Ifrit please" I beg once I feel that I can't hold on much longer. "Go ahead and let go for me darling" he says. A few thrusts later I feel my walls flutter around him as my orgasm washes over me.

He lets out a groan and his thrusts never slow. I move my hand to grip his arm as I feel the overstimulation start to set in. "Ifrit, too much" I say as I contemplate if i really wanted him to stop. "I'm almost there" he says as I feel the base of him start swelling.

I feel another orgasm building up already and I grip his arm tighter. "You got one more for me darling" he asks, I nod my head. His thrusts start to falter and he lets out another groan as his knot pushes into me. The overwhelming feeling of being so full triggers my third and final orgasm.

As my walls clench around him I feel his hot seed fill me up. His knot keeps it all locked inside so nothing drips out. "You did so good for me" Ifrit says kissing my shoulder. We wait a few minutes for his knot to deflate, as soon as it does he gently pulls out of me.

I wince at the sensation since I was still incredibly sensitive. "I'll be right back" he says as he goes into the bathroom. He returns with a wet washcloth, he gently cleans me. Once he's done he lays next to me and pulls me close.

"You doing alright" he asks as I cuddle against him. "Yeah everything is incredibly sensitive still" I reply. "Should I have stopped then" he asks, I shake my head. "No that's what the safe word is for, I didn't really want you to stop" I say.

"So you enjoyed yourself then" he asks lacing our fingers together. "Oh most definitely I would do it all over again just not for a bit I need some recovery time after that" I say. "I'll keep that in mind for the future then" Ifrit replies, I can just hear the smirk in his voice.

#ifrit ghoul x reader #the band ghost x reader #ghost x reader #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fanfic #ghost kinktober #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #ifrit ghoul smut

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 2 months ago

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While I was drawing this I kept having the thoughts of Foul Legacy and Reader just watching the stars together. I was originally thinking laying down but now I’ve got the image of reader on Legacy’s shoulders going on a night time walk or somewhere that’s both high up and clear out. (Pretty much just random thoughts of Legacy and Reader just hanging out under the stars)

I was just wanting to share!

ohooohho YES i love the idea of watching the stars, so close yet so different from the stars in his wings!!

on late nights, when the sky is cool and clear and the city has gone to sleep, you and Legacy sneak out towards the mountains for a stroll. it's one of the only times you can walk around freely with him by your side, as even the bandits and thieves have retired for the night. Foul Legacy carries you on his shoulder once you're worn out- not long, as you've just had an entire day of work- or cradles you in his arms, occasionally glancing down at you and letting out a cheerful purr. up, up, all the way up past the hills, to the height of the Adeptal abodes but not near enough to provoke their wrath, until you can settle comfortably in a soft patch of grass. for a moment you simply bask in each other's presence, Legacy soaking up your attention after so many hours of being away from you- an entire workday! - rumbling and crooning and pressing his head against your hands until eventually you let out an exhausted laugh and turn your gaze upward

millions of tiny pinpricks glitter in the distance, splashing the sky with a myriad of constellations. Legacy chirps in awe, snuggling his head into your chest. his crystalline eye gleams in the dark, illuminating a faint pathway forward as he tracks shooting stars, pointing each and every one out with his claws. his wings are so similar, similar yet entirely different with their own set of shapes and flickers of light. while he watches the sky, you watch him with a fond smile, running a hand through his thick coppery hair and scratching behind his horns. those beautiful wings flutter as he turns his attention to you instead, nuzzling against you and wrapping you in his arms, pressed close against his armored chest. he looks at you under the night sky, and you've never seen such an adoring gaze

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #what a week this has been huh haha #'wifi it's only monday-' SHHHHHH #we shall see if i survive #for moth i will persevere #short scenario #other's stuff #good evening

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dreamyautumns · 11 months ago

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TreyMal fanfic for my boyfriend💚🖤

Crack!

Trey turns around. The basket in his arms creaks a bit as he searches for the source of the mysterious noise.

“Did I just imagine that…?”

Trey goes back to walking down the path to Riddle’s house, when he suddenly hear’s something again. This time, it sounds like a low growl.

Something’s definitely in this forest…

Trey pulls out the magic pen from his pocket and looks around, wondering what the source of the noise could be.

“Hello, human…”

Trey finally decides to look up. He’s suddenly caught trapped within the gaze of jewel green eyes. A dark shadow casts over the land as he realizes what it is.

Oh damnit… it’s a dragon!

It’s hard for Trey to become particularly frightened since he’s so calm. But being face to face with a gigantic dragon, who he assumes is around 50 feet tall, was highly unsettling. Trey slips the pen back in his pocket and backs away, holding his hands up.

“L-listen, sir… I don’t want any trouble. Honest. I’m just delivering goods to my friend who lives in the village through the woods…”

The dragon dips its head down to meet Trey’s golden, amber eyes. Smoke pours out of its nostrils as it inspects the basket, flicking it’s tail back and forth. Trey holds his ground, but it’s hard for him to resist the urge to drop his basket and run.

“You… are a baker? I can smell sweets,” the dragon rumbles.

“Uh… y-yeah! Yeah, I’m a baker. I live with my family in town? We got a whole bunch of sweets there,” Trey answers. “Did you… wanna try one?”

The dragon pulls back before tilting its head. “Hmm… they do smell rather delectable. Alright, then. Indulge me with your “sweets”, human…”

The dragon suddenly glows bright green. Trey’s eyes are blinded as he feels the cold, ominous shadow fall back a bit. When the light fades, he looks up to see the dragon no longer there.

“Huh?”

In the dragon’s place now stands a man who towers over the forest. His skin is pale, and his horns glisten in the light. His eyes remain as bright and peridot green as ever, and his fingernails are painted black. Trey assumes it must be to match his claws. The man seems no older than Trey by a year.

“Fufufu… are you startled by my appearance?” The dragon asks. Trey rubs the back of his head awkwardly.

“I mean… can’t say I was particularly keen on knowing you were also a giant human…”

“Correction; I am a giant fairy. I am half dragon, half fairy. My name is Malleus Draconia.”

“Malleus Draconia…” Trey repeats. “Quite the strong sounding name you got. I’m Trey Clover. Nice to meet you…?”

Malleus exhales, a puff of smoke surrounding the baker. Trey coughs a bit as his glasses are fogged up. “The pleasure is mine, Clover. Now, I’d like to try one of your sweets, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Trey nods, pulling out a small loaf of bread he packed for extra measure. Malleus takes it and swallows it as if it were no more than a mere crumb.

“So, was it t-to your liking?” Trey asks nervously.

“It was quite delicious… you make these goods yourself?” Malleus asks, shuffling. His movements cause a slight tremor to run through the ground. Trey holds himself against a tree to stabilize himself.

“Yes, m-me and my family make them.”

Malleus turns and dips his head down, looking at Trey at eye level. The dragon fae smiles in a teasing manner before blowing another puff of smoke at him. Trey coughs once again and wipes his glasses off.

“How lovely~ you’re quite the charming human.”

“Charming?” Trey chuckles awkwardly. “I’ve never really been described as “charming”, to be honest.”

Malleus chuckles again, his laugh rattling the trees. “You’re quite funny. I think I wish to keep you.”

“Huh? Keep me?” Trey asked. “Malleus, what do you-“

Before he can even get a word out, the giant scoops him up in the palm of his hand and levitates off the ground, smiling at the boy in his hands. Trey holds onto Malleus’ fingers and looks down in a state of worry.

“U-uh, Malleus?! Where are you taking me?!”

“You’re coming home with me, only for a little bit. You fascinate me. Do keep me entertained, human~”

#g/t writing #g/t #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland g/t #trey clover #malleus draconia

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confusedeldritch · 25 days ago

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Seabound Youth

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His prey was just here. The marks of careless claws on coral were evident of this. Harak senses something moving just to his right, but he only gets a glimpse of a golden fin before it disappears from sight. He swims over to the spot, but all he sees is ripples on the surface of the water. Ah, seems this hunt has moved to land.

Harak moves out of the water with ease, taking to air as easily as water. The Hyposhark sees foot prints in the sand, but senses a presence in the opposite direction. Smiling, he pretends to observe the little footprints. His quarry, thinking that he fell for her trick, makes a run for it. Harak turns around and lunges catching the little thing in his claws, “Gotcha, did you really think you could get a way from the Deepsea Ravager, Temesia?” The little girl laughs and squeals as Harak pretends to eat her, “Yes, I can!” She headbutts her dad, making him drop her out of surprise.

They continue their chase around the bones of a sea monster long dead, the laughter and joy in the air was contagious. Temesia suddenly changes course and tries to tackle her dad, “I got you now!” She tries to roar, but it comes out as a little squeaky screech. Harak laughs as they play fight in the sand. Harak is careful with his daughter, he’s much larger than her and much stronger. Harak gently pins her down with his hand, but yelps when Temesia starts biting his wrist, “It seems I’ve met a hunter of equal strength,” Harak smiles as talks, enjoying this little game as much as Temesia, who tries to roar again, “Only one of us will make it out alive!”

They continue to play until Temesia starts getting tired, she loses her grip on Harak’s horns, but Harak catches her and cradles her against his body. “It seems my little bull shark is all tuckered out.” Temesia grumbles, “But I’m still hungry.” Harak smiles before he takes them back to the little cave they both called home. Temesia didn’t quite have the stamina nor strength to be transient like Harak, so they stayed in Blackthorn Sea until Temesia was stronger.

Setting Temesia down, he heads out to get some clams. They weren’t exactly a favored meal of his, he savored the hunt and the smell of blood in the water as he devoured his prey. Clams (and by extension, other mollusks) didn’t provide that, but their meat was good enough to keep Temesia fed. After harvesting most of the clams, he brought them over to where Temesia was and began to crack them for her, “Can I help, dad?” Harak turns to her and places a clam in her hands, “Wedge your thumbs between the shells and pull them apart, like this,” He demonstrates to Temesia how to crack them open, the little half Hypogean seemed to learn better if the action was done in front of her.

Temesia does what her father did, despite her exhaustion, and her little tail wags when she manages to succeed. They quickly work the pile of clams down to a pile of shells. Temesia yawns and falls asleep, belly full of clams and under the protective eye of her father. After about an hour, Harak heads out to do some hunting, for himself and for his little bull shark.

#afk journey #afk temesia #afk harak #Harak is Temesia’s dad pipeline #this one is about Temesia’s childhood

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year ago

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Giles x teen!reader - the family you need

Part 12:

Trudging through the snow, you used your hand to cover your eyes, blocking out the rising sun as you looked at the mountain peak that was nearby.

You had spent the last two days climbing it, you had fallen, slipped, been trapped in a storm, but you had made it despite everything that was thrown at you.

And you slowly walked the rest of the way before dropping to your knees at the top, looking as the morning fog rolled over the lower mountain.

“I was half expecting you to die on the way up, I have to say I’m rather impressed.” A deep voice spoke.

You looked around, seeing a tall demon stood behind you, four horns on his head, sharp teeth, claws scraping at a branch in his hands.

“I wasn’t expecting you to come, given the fact there are exorcists on a warpath for you.”

You pushed yourself up, taking a deep breath.

“The fact I was plagued by restless dreams that kept telling me to come here sort of makes me think that I had no choice.”

He hummed a little, putting the stick in the snow.

“I assume you’re the one I need to see?”

“That depends.”

“On what?”

The demon slowly sat down in the snow, and you did the same thing, placing your hands on your knees.

“You need to be sure that you want to be here, because if I agree to train you then it won’t be easy, it will be hard, you’ll want to back out and not be able to. You will be here for a long time.”

“If it helps me then I’ll accept that.”

“Even if it means leaving your life behind? Leaving everybody back in that town wondering if you’re dead?”

You gave a nod of your head.

“I’m not strong enough to take whatever is coming, I can barely control a small fraction of my power, I need to learn how, and if you’re the flame demon I’ve been sent to find then you’re the only one who can help me.”

“I am him, I am Jonah, that is my human name anyhow, my demon name has been long lost even to myself.”

“Then will you train me Jonah? Please.”

“Yes, I will. I made a deal with your father, the human father, when he adopted you, when the time was right I would train you.”

“Why?”

“Because he agreed that I would be freed from the curse that binds me to this mountain, that I would be able to finally go.”

You looked down.

“My dad is dead…”

“You can do it, he wasn’t going to break the curse. He was going to kill me. I will pass my knowledge down to you, then you will kill me.”

You looked up at Jonah.

“Do we have a deal?”

“Yes.”

“Very well, follow me. You’ll rest for the day, and we will start tomorrow.”

You got up, following him down a small path into a cave that was just below the mountain peak.

You needed to do what you had to do in order to get stronger, you needed to get stronger if you wanted to protect the things that you loved.

Giles took the glass ball where ever he went, setting it up in a spot where he would be able to see it, waiting for that blue flame so he knew you were okay.

But even as the weeks slipped past, it was yet to do anything, yet to show that you were in fact alive and well.

“Anything yet?” Buffy asked.

Giles looked into the library, and he shook his head.

“No. Are the exorcists still around?”

“No, they left last night. They couldn’t find (Y/N), so they’re moving on to the next hellmouth.” Xander said.

“How do you know that?” Giles asked.

“We saw them in the bronze, and overheard them talking about it.” Willow replied.

Giles nodded his head, watching as they all sat down.

“I’m sure they’re okay, I.. I mean they have to be.. right?”

“I have no doubt they’re okay.” Giles replied.

Willow nodded, but she didn’t seem so convinced, none of them seemed convinced about it.

They had tried to find where you would go, but there was no mention of the demon you were with anywhere, or where you would go.

“We’ll keep searching.” Buffy said.

You were thrown back into the snow, and you groaned a little, rubbing your head as you sat up, looking at Jonah.

His flames were a haunting black, and you picked up your sword again.

“You cannot harness your flames until you master the art of swordsmanship, you are a rather fast learner, I suspect you’ll have it down in no time.”

“I know how to use a sword.”

“Yes, as a human. You need to remember that you’re not a human. You have demon DNA, make use of this (Y/N), this DNA gives you strength, speed, things you can use.”

“Don’t I need my powers to do that properly?”

“No, you don’t need your powers, it’s part of you, you just need to embrace it.”

You nodded, and returned your sword to your arm, and he walked over.

“I am a full bloodied demon, you however are still stronger and faster than I am. You come directly from the highest ranking of demons, the demon of all demons, this makes you a force to be reckoned with.”

Jonah walked over, standing in front of you, his towering form looming over you.

“You are the key, for both sides. You are the key to opening the gate, you are the key to destroying the portal so that he can never return.”

“In order to do that they have to kill me.”

Jonah shook his head.

“No, they just want to kill you so you’re out of the way. You can open them and destroy them without dying, the reason why your blood never worked is because you were in your human form. Human form, human blood. Demon form, demon blood.”

“That’s right, every time they did it they had these chains restricting my powers, meaning I couldn’t use them.”

Jonah smiled.

“Exactly, therefore they couldn’t open them.”

You nodded your head.

“I will tell you more about this when you’re ready, for now, you must train while you have the time.”

“Then what’s next.”

Training was brutal, you never liked it all that much, but with the flame demon it was a lot harder.

You were always covered in bruises and cuts, getting knocked over time and time again, but you kept getting up.

The weeks turned to months, and you had honed your skills beyond your own thought, you were beyond fast, and stronger.

Running up the mountain, you jumped over the obstacles placed in your way.

Ducking under a falling tree, you turned to the right, dodging a knife that was thrown at you.

“You’re definitely better.”

You caught another blade between your hands, throwing it back, just narrowly missing Jonah.

You kept running, jumping into the trees, going from branch to branch.

You jumped back down, jumped over a frozen stream, and you came to a halt at the top of the mountain.

Jonah stood in front of you.

“You’re getting better, you can give me a run for my money.”

You grinned a little bit.

“Thanks.”

Jonah chuckled, and you both overlooked the setting sun, his flames covered him, and he looked at you, giving you a nod of your head.

“Now we move on to the real training.”

You took a breath, letting your flames out, and you went back to watching the setting sun with him.

Your flames were warm compared to cold air up there, and some of the snow around you began to melt.

“You’re not even using 10% of your flames.”

“It’s all I can handle without you know going all demon.”

He nodded his head.

“You need to focus, have a clear mind. The demon relies on anger, hate, that’s what fuels it, allows it to take over. You, on the other hand can use all the other emotions to stay in control, but your mind was clear.”

“Is that why you meditate so much?”

“Yes.”

Jonah walked over and sat down, so you copied him.

Meditation become your next training, sitting in the slow for days on end, now moving, keeping your powers for as long as you can before the went out on their own.

Slowly you were getting better, and you could hold them for longer.

You would sit in your mind, focusing on staying level headed.

Jonah would do whatever he could to distract you, make you angry.

He would make threats, he would remind you you were a demon, he would throw things at you, attempt to attack you, pull your tail.

At first you would respond to them all in anger, attempting to attack him, and slowly you begin to ignore him.

While he did research in old demon scrolls, or simply wondered about, you sat there there, a thin layer of snow covering your body only to be melted by the demon flames.

Jonah smiled, and he sat down in front of you.

“You’re at half your power…”

You opened your eyes, a flame sparking in your iris before it faded.

“It’s a lot easier now, a lot more comfortable, and it doesn’t hurt.”

“Can you light to this flower without burning it?”

You looked at the flame, and it burst into flames, but it didn’t turn to ash like all the others had done, it kept its shape and colour.

“Yes, all you need to do is remember these are your flames, nobody else’s.”

You have a nod of your head.

“Do you think he’s seen it..?” You asked quietly.

Jonah held up the glass ball, and you saw there was no flame.

“When he gave you the brace to protect you, he accidentally protected yourself from revealing your flames in all senses. I had a friend retrieve this for me just now.”

Johan placed his hands over it, whispering something, and he opened his hands to show a soft blue flame in the centre.

“His sigil countered your own.”

Jonah held the ball out and a shadow figure took it, vanishing back into the trees.

“He’s been guarding it well, I had to wait for him to leave it before I could take it, and ensure your control of your flames was enough so that when I removed the counter sigil on the ball it wouldn’t go out of control with your flames if you lost control.”

You nodded your head in understanding.

“They still believe in you, they haven’t forgotten.”

You smiled sadly, and you looked at the flower, putting the flames out around it.

“Sometimes I wonder if it were better that they did…”

“We all wonder if it’s better people forget about us kid, you’re not the first person to think that, you won’t be the last either. But they won’t forget about you, they’re your family.”

You shrugged slightly.

“What if I’m putting them in danger?”

“That’s why you’re here, to protect them. To train, learn control, so that you can keep them safe, not only from what’s to come, but from yourself.”

You nodded, and closed your eyes again, going back to meditating.

Giles got home late that night, he was exhausted from everything going on, trying to help protect the town once again.

He trudged into his own, tossing his jacket aside and took his glasses off, running a hand down his face.

Walking over to his desk, he set them aside and picked up some papers and stopped.

Setting the papers down, he picked up his glasses, putting them back on, and he picked up the glass ball sitting neatly on his desk, where he hadn’t left it, meaning somebody had moved it.

And he saw the small flame flickering in the middle of it, bright blue, gently moving, as it it were a soul trapped inside a prison it couldn’t escape.

Sitting on his chair, he smiled, letting out a quiet laugh.

“You’re alright..” he whispered.

It was the sign he had been waiting on for nearly a year, a sign that you were alive still.

With the graduation coming up, and the end of the world looking more and more possible with each passing day, it was a moment of clarity.

You were alive.

You were well.

You were still out there

#buffy the vampire slayer x you #buffy the vampire slayer imagine #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy the vampire slayer x reader #Rupert Giles #Rupert Giles x reader #Rupert Giles x you #Rupert Giles imagine

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drinkintrashjuice · 7 months ago

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woo ep. 2 time (MID rewrite)

first off, my bad for making the 3 people that actually liked this wait for like *Wheezes* A WEEK!? It’s mostly because of planning, loss of motivation almost immediately, realizing the first ep was kinda shit, wanting to rewrite that but was too lazy, splatoon having me in a chokehold, the usual. But now I’m BACK and I’m gonna do this cus I’ve got motivation. So please enjoy and tell me if it’s ass lol. (Also I changed Lady bish’s name cus like…obviously? U can’t make serious scenes when someone has a name like that😭 so her new name is Lady Ki but she has a secret name but if I say it it’ll spoil stuff lol)

Episode 2: The Honesty of a Queen

Yakedo sits at his throne discussing the future of the kingdom with his advisor, Lady Ki. She had long, white-ish blonde hair with light blue horns. She was dressed in light blue royal robes, and had a, as describe by some Chikara men, natural beauty.

“My king, the idea is simple,” Lady Ki paces around the area in front of Yakedo’s throne. “Your own sons could handle this topic! And we both know their intelligence.”

“Are you implying that I’m dumb?” Yakedo’s claws leave marks at the arms of his throne.

“I would never say such a thing! I’m saying the plan is easy.” Yakedo knew that wasn’t what she meant, but going against Lady Ki in any sort of argument was near impossible. Even so, he couldn’t deny the results she brought back

Lady Ki has been Yakedo’s advisor for years. Affectively keeping the kingdom of Chikara at the top for as long as he’s been king. Though of course as king, he takes the credit. If his people knew that she helps him with most attacks and economical issues, they’d beg for one of his sons to be king.

"My king, I'll say this once more, we win the race while we’re ahead. We destroy the other kingdoms, take their wealth, own everything, it’ll be glorious.” Lady Ki flips her hair for dramatic effect.

“It’s not that I’m hesitant, far from it. It’s the fact they’re all already on edge. It would be idiotic.” Lectures Yakedo. Lady Ki already had an argument at hand though.

“My king! Trust in my judgement! Just leave everything to me and I-“ The doors to Yakedo’s throne room burst open, cutting off Lady Ki in the process.

”What is the meaning of this!? State your business this instant!” Yakedo’s knights immediately saluted in fear.

“My king we are deeply sorry! But we were notified that the king of Mir would like to have a meeting with you!” They hand Lady Ki a scroll and she relays it to Yakedo

“Dearest Yakedo, I know this in years royal meeting we most certainly didn’t see eye to eye, but I’d loved if we could discuss about what happened. I know that having a kingdom as high in power as Chikara can be stressful, so I thought spending a few minutes or hours in Mir will help soothe your mind. Before you worry about any of the other rulers finding out, I assure you I have a plan to get you here without even the most talented spy knowing! I hope you consider accepting this offer. With love, Garmon Smirnov.”

Lady Ki and the two knights looked at Yakedo expectantly for any type of order. Yet Yakedo sat there confused, why would Garmon ask for something like this?

“My king excuse me for my impatience but…” Lady Ki flicked her hand at the scroll, “…your response?”

“Ah yes well…” Yakedo thought for a bit, “please write a letter to Garmon that I’ve accepted this invitation.”

Lady Ki raised an eyebrow. “Are you certain of this my king?”

“Very much Lady Ki, I’d like to entertain this idea. You never know what will come of it.”

Lady Ki furrowed her brows. “I’ll do as you wish…” her attention turned towards the two knights still awaiting orders. “You two. I ask that you stay by the doors of my quarters until the letter is finished. Then, quickly bring it to a messenger who will carry it to the gates of Mir. Understood?”

the two knights quickly nodded their heads and swiftly followed Lady Ki to her separate throne room.

This left Yakedo to think on what he just did. He could’ve just accepted himself to an early grave. Garmon and Mothando are good allies afterall. Still, he’s weirdly looking forward to this meeting. The mere idea of Garmon of all people trying to take him down makes him laugh.

“hehe…” Yakedo thinks out loud to himself, “You better have a good ass plan Garmon…”

“I keep telling you guys! I don’t know shit!” Ava yelled out while being held upside down by Pierce.

They were now in her apartment, with Ava regretting she ever got out of it. By now, she was convinced that the five daemons were weird cosplayers on crack.

“C’mon! You live here!” Shouted Asch, “there’s no way in hell you don’t know anything at all about it!”

Ava weighed her options. She could wriggle her way out of Pierce’s hands, skillfully do acrobatics around all the other guys, and sprint to the nearest police station. Then she thought she’d have a better chance of having the rapture happen right then and there instead of doing all that.

What’s another way to get outta this? Kill herself? Nah, she doesn’t know what these creeps would do. Kill one of them? That’s basically the first thought but with extra steps. As in, there’s no way in hell. Which left her with one more option. Lie.

“Y’know what? Fine, I’ll tell the truth! Since my..uhh…henchman don’t seem to be as of much help!” All the daemons faces immediately lit up.

“M-My name is queen Ava! Ruler of Earth! Whatever it is what you and your people will need, I’ll gladly help!” She looked up at Pierce, “Now please put me down! I’m getting very light headed!”

Asch signaled for Pierce to do so, and Pierce gently put Ava on the couch behind him.

“Thank you tall one!” She raised her hand to shake hands with Pierce, but he didn’t get the message, so he just stared at her.

“Aha…uhm” Ava quickly stood up and regretted it as she started seeing static. Once she composed herself she spun around to meet the five men that were in front of her.

“So if one of you five could please explain to me your issues?” Asch clears his throat and steps towards Ava.

“Queen Ava, we humbly ask that you select five of your people to come back with us to daemos.” He then bows “it is of great importance that you do this or everyone’s lives will be in jeopardy.”

Ava cursed under her breath. This actually sounds kinda serious. She thought it would be just like some roleplaying shit, but the way he said that sounded way too real.

“Uhm…if you don’t mind me asking…what will you do with these five people?”

Asch’s eyes widened with slight embarrassment “Oh yes! I apologize for forgetting.” He straightened himself up

“these five people will be sacrificed to replenish the magic in our world as it’s very important for our way of life.” Ava’s eyes were practically filled with shock.

”It can’t be any five of your people though, it has to be someone who can affectively embody the five kingdoms ideologies. More specifically, pure generosity, peace, endurance, intelligence, and power.” Asch bowed again, not knowing what to do with the newfound silence.

“W-Wow…yeah I can totally do this…as long as…” she looked up at the five daemons. They all looked at her with the utmost respect. She could just point at five random people in the street and send them on their merry way, but she’s not that much of an asshole. She could just skip to her last option though, it’s not like it isn’t working so far.

“Forget that! I can do ya one better!” She thought on the spot and then blurted out the most idiotic thing she’s ever said.

“Earth has tons of unlimited magic! And whoever can win my trust and love shall rule it with me!” She was convinced that the anime harem loving side of her was talking.

All of the daemons ears perked up at the same time and they all looked at each other in awe.

“Is this correct!?” They all said in unison.

“uh…yeah?” Ava wanted to sucker punch herself.

All five of the daemons made a step towards but Ava stopped them with a raise of her hand.

“B-But for humans it’s a bit late…s-so I’ll get you guys some blankets to sleep here for the night and I’ll teach you everything on earth and about me!” Before any of the daemons could respond, she ran to her closet, got a few blankets, threw them at the five men and ran into her room.

”And no going in any other room! Or you’ll be…uhh…disqualified!” She then slammed her door leaving the daemons standing by themselves in the fresh moonlight and a mountain of blankets on the ground.

“Unlimited magic…maybe that’s what all those box things were run by! Oh all the possibilities! Once I find the materials I’ll immediately tell Lady Grandma this great news!” Rhys excitedly gushed out.

“Yeah but being a ruler of it?” Leif looked towards the window “shit…even if it’s 50 50 that’s still a lot of power…”

“Especially ruling both this place and daemos” said Asch. Leif started to snicker.

“The fuck is so funny?” Asch looked at Leif and furrowed his brows.

“Nothin’! It’s just how you think your tiny ass is gonna rule anything is all.” Leif started to laugh even more.

“What!? How dare you say such a thing to your prince!? I could kick your ass anytime!” Said Asch. Getting quite hotheaded.

“Both of you stop this foolishness! You two are being highly childish!” Rhys got between them to stop the tension.

“I agree with rice.” said Pierce. Rhys slightly winced at the mispronunciation of his name.

“With the queen of earth being this hospital to us we should all get some rest while we can.”

“Thank you Pierce.” Rhys said blankly still annoyed “It’s Rhys by the way…” he said quickly

“Okay rice.” Said Pierce. Rhys winced again, but decided to just ignore it for now.

All five of the daemons slept in different parts of the room with their respective blankets. Noi slept on the couch, Leif slept by Ava’s door, Pierce slept on the table, and Rhys and Asch in the kitchen area. Rhys was more closer to the fridge while Asch was closer to the oven as that’s where they were most comfortable.

Asch still couldn’t sleep, as he was still thinking on what Leif said.

“Hey Rhys…you awake?” He poked at Rhys’s shoulder.

“Hmm..? Yes…anything for you my prince..” said Rhys, who clearly wasn’t awake a second ago.

“What you said before we came here in my room…you meant that right?” Asch didn’t think he could take another one of Rhys’s ‘nah actually I said that because I don’t know normal social interaction I just saw two people say it!!!’ It annoyed the fuck outta him. No matter how cute it was to see him admit it. Wait what?

“If you’re talking about me thinking you’d make a great king then yes, I did mean it.” Rhys stated, feeling a bit more awake by now.

“haha…what about the me being good looking bit?” Asch said jokingly. He fully expected Rhys to pull that copying what two other people said thing now.

“Yes actually, but to be fair, it’s an objective truth.” Rhys said sounding like he was about to drift off back to sleep.

“I fucking knew it…Rhys you’re fine the way you-“ Asch then processed what Rhys just said.

“Y-You…huh?” But by that time Rhys was already fast asleep. Leaving Asch to deal with how much harder his heart was pounding in his chest.

WAHHHH once again sorry for making yall wait for this short ass chapter. Turns out story making is hard😃*dying inside* next chapter might be long it might not it genuinely depends on how I feel. also I wanna post this on ao3 one day but that requires me to not be lazy and get an invitation and wait and like…🧍🏾‍♀️I ain’t doing that like Ik it’s prob not that big of a deal but STILL. So I’m thinking wattpad but that place has a lot of MID fanfics unlike ao3 so I’ll legit just be like a drop of water in the ocean. Idk 3 people that liked this tell me what I should do. Also I didn’t do that dumb text divided thing!! Pls don’t ask me why I did that I think I was possessed by an obnoxious person. And im gonna add more tags that was lowkey a dumbass decision on my part not to lol. Kk bye now imma go jump off a cliff until next episode ✌🏾

#my inner demons #aphmau my inner demons #my inner demons ava #my inner demons asch #my inner demons pierce #my inner demons aphmau #my inner demons Asch #rhys my inner demons

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starlitangels · 2 years ago

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To Steer By

So... here’s chapter 3! (Sorry-ish for the cliffhanger of chapter 2) 1.6k words Ch 1, Ch 2

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Chapter 3 - The Demon King

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“My liege? Your Majesty!” The voice was distant and panicked. Avior groaned. His head was heavy and his hands were stiff. He didn’t want to open his eyes. They were burning, even when closed. “Your Majesty, wake up!”

“V… Vega?” Avior asked.

“Yes, sire.”

Avior shook his head slowly, trying to ease the tension in his neck. His back ached and all his joints were sore. “Wh… why are you… why Majesty?”

“Sire?”

“Majesty is the title for… Father…” Avior groaned again and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms. “I’m… s’posed to be… Highness. Not… not Majesty.”

“Your father is… dead, my liege,” Vega said. “His and Circinus’ bodies were recovered already. The throne falls to you.”

“No… no,” Avior mumbled. “No. That can’t… I can’t…”

“Your Majesty, there’s something else,” Vega said. “Don’t… don’t freak out.”

“Why would I…?” His mind felt like it was full of cotton. He could barely think.

Vega’s gloved hand—was it gloved or was Avior wearing sleeves?—closed around his wrist. His muscles didn’t have the integrity to fight back as Vega lifted his hand to his own head, and placed it on—

“Wh… what?” Avior mumbled. “What is…?”

He finally peeled his eyes open.

A shout of alarm left his throat before he could stop it, sitting up and trying to lurch backward, but ramming into a wall. “What the hell?!”

Vega was not how Avior left him.

Still tall, broad, and muscular, sure.

But a pair of wicked horns extended up from his head. His skin was red at his hands, fading to his normal skin tone halfway up his forearms. At the end of his fingers, he had curved claws. His eyes, once a pleasant—if dark—green, burned the orange-red of embers in a fire. His teeth were sharp, the canines pointed like fangs.

“What happened to you?” Avior demanded.

“Look down, Your Majesty,” Vega said.

Terror opened a pit in Avior’s stomach. His heart pounded.

But he looked down. The weight of his head on his neck felt… off. Unbalanced.

His own skin, stained red at the hands. Claws at the ends of his fingers. Something… fleshy and reddish was draped over his leg, twitching slightly. It ended with a strange shape, almost like a five-pointed star, but narrow and rounded.

He reached up to his head with both hands, back to where Vega had rested his hand before, and the other side. Horns. Bending back away from his face before a short curve upward.

He looked up at Vega, eyes wide and mouth agape. A tail lashed behind Vega.

“What’s happened to us?” Avior’s voice was barely more than a breath.

Vega got to his feet and tentatively offered a hand to Avior. Who took it and let him help him stand. “I’m not sure. This was how I woke up,” he replied. His armor was in tatters and his sword was nowhere to be seen. Avior’s head spun as he made it to his feet, but he clenched his eyes shut until it passed.

“Who else survived?”

“Castle Town is in far better shape,” Vega reported. “Only a few casualties have been reported.”

“And… here?”

Vega took a deep breath. “You. Me. Scorpius. Vindemiator. Camelopardalis. Caelum.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s all I’ve found so far. One of the dungeon wardens, too. They were out of the way and only one demon went that far below the castle. But… I found Eridanus, Circinus, and your father in the rubble.”

Avior was too overwhelmed to cry. He stumbled back into the stone wall and held his head in his hands. He tried to ignore the claws and the horns and the tail, but the claws dug into his scalp and the horns threw off the weight and balance his neck was used to handling. “I… I need a minute to breathe,” he said.

Vega nodded. He stood at attention, facing away from Avior, watching Cam and Vindemiator sift through more rubble.

When Avior had panted himself into calming down a bit, he glanced up.

Cam, Vin, Scorpius, and Caelum had all suffered the same fate as he and Vega. Horns, claws, tails, skin changing color. Cam appeared to have taken on a teal shade at the hands and tail. Caelum was pink, Vindemiator reddish-magenta, and Scorpius violet.

Avior tried to run a hand through his hair, but his wrist caught on his horn. He cursed under his breath and shook his head hard.

“What do we do?” he breathed.

Vega glanced at him over his shoulder. “Move swiftly. Establish that you are the king despite what happened, make it clear to the nobility that the power of the crown rests with you and you won’t tolerate them trying any funny business. Repair the castle and Castle Town as quickly as possible.”

“And marry me off to the princess of the Star Kingdom in three weeks,” Avior finished.

Vega shrugged. “That solves the ‘finding a queen’ problem,” he said.

Avior sighed. “I’m not ready for this.”

“None of us have a choice.”

“Vega—look at me! Look at you! How are my people supposed to trust us? We’re not… we’re not human anymore…” He took several deep breaths, looking around. “How am I supposed to be king?”

“By being fair and just. Establishing trust by rebuilding your people’s town,” Vega suggested.

“This is going to take a lot longer than two weeks before I have to leave for the Star Kingdom.”

“Best to set things in motion as quickly as possible then, yeah?”

“I… yeah. I suppose so.” Avior pushed off the wall. “Let’s… let’s get started.”

—

Rumors spread through the kingdom faster than wildfire. The demon attack on the royal family and the town around the castle. The second prince being the only royal survivor, along with a tiny handful of palace staff. All of them twisted into demonic appearances but still working in the best interest of the people. Some rumors persisted of unrest among the rest of the nobility, but the second prince had been crowned king and was apparently making it evident that he expected to be treated as such despite what had happened to him.

By the time the rumors reached the Star Kingdom, they were wildly distorted. The Star Kingdom heard that the second prince had survived, but that a Demon King was on the throne. The Star King didn’t know what the rumors meant for his daughter’s wedding, and chose to proceed as planned. They still had time for the prince to show up.

—

Avior changed. He felt it every day. Apart from the obvious physical changes, of course.

In the two weeks between the attack and when he was to depart for the neighboring Star Kingdom, he’d changed. Once the overwhelming feelings had subsided, he started to notice the changes. His temper was easier to rouse, but so was his sense of humor. He held himself with an easier confidence than before. The eyes that looked back at him in the mirror weren’t brown anymore—they were gleaming, metallic gold—and his hair had darkened to nearly black, but Vindemiator insisted the look was rather fetching on him. A statement he was inclined to agree with.

He just jokingly told Vega he hoped the princess didn’t mind sharp teeth and a sharper wit.

He’d accomplished a lot in two weeks. Most of the castle and Castle Town repairs were well underway. He’d been officially crowned king. He’d appointed Vega as his general and given him the task of rebuilding the guard. And Vindemiator, Scorpius, and Camelopardalis had been named his advisors. Caelum was too young for any sort of official position but he was going to keep staying with his brother. For as long as necessary. Avior felt sharper around the edges than he’d ever been before, but he’d be damned if he split up his best friend’s family.

He’d also found out the surviving dungeon warden had undergone the same transformation, the single demon that had made it that deep under the castle had transformed them as well. And they’d been conscious, unlike the rest of the castle survivors. The warden had detailed being forced to swallow demon blood and the subsequent pain and changes that followed.

To his relief, no one in Castle Town had been transformed. Just his handful in the castle.

Some selfish part of him was glad for that. That only the people he trusted were whatever he had close to kin, now.

Another part of him was devastated for his friends. That they were stuck as whatever it was they’d become.

A half-demon, according to the warden.

Vindemiator and Caelum would probably never go home to their parents. Although, for their part, they didn’t really care to. And apparently Vindemiator’s partner didn’t seem to mind his new appearance.

Avior didn’t see Caelum often—the poor kid was having trouble adjusting—but he’d noticed changes in his other friends too. Similar to his own. They had sharper tongues and confident airs. They laughed easy but so too did they snarl. Often at one another.

A large funeral was held for those who were killed in the attack, including a smaller, private service for Avior’s family before their bodies were laid to rest in the royal tomb beside his mother.

Avior’s days were busy, and before he knew it, the day had arrived to depart for the Star Kingdom.

“Are you worried?” Cam asked as Avior and he ducked into the carriage.

“A bit.”

“What are you going to do about…” Cam gestured to the changes.

Avior shrugged. “Take it in stride. If I play my cards right, he’ll just think I’m an arrogant man who never cared about my appearance and won’t question me too much. I think that’s all I can do.”

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Avior #Redacted Vega #Redacted Vindemiator #Redacted Gavin #Redacted Cam #Redacted Camelopardalis #Redacted Caelum #Starlit Fic

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thekingofthenameless · 2 years ago

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I'm updating DR!Merlin's design!

(And hopefully this will be the last time.)

I’m not going to delete the original post I made ages ago because it details the saga of how I got the idea to redesign him (and then eventually make him my own version), it has a writing blurb that I still like there, and I got of a couple of really nice compliments!

I made several collages to show how he looks more instead of just describing it, and I’ll explain the reasons behind picking the images in them!

General Looks:

I made his bust in Artbreeder!

After @rule-number-3 drew him with a widow’s peak, I wanted to incorporate that into his design.

Second up is his hairstyle! I’ve wanted him to have a ponytail for so dang long, even before I started coming with ideas for a redesign! I’d always wanted it to be mid-high usually, with it tied up into a bun when he’s in his armor; and either loosened or completely down for sleep. The picture got his hair length right too! When it’s fully down, it’s halfway down his back. It’s also very thick, and he’s 6'7", so that’s a lot of hair!

His hair and eyebrow color is definitely the easiest part of his redesign, because it’s just having them match now. It was a little harder to find the photo I wanted at first. I had to keep weeding out options 😂.

I’d finally gotten down to two choices for his new eye color. I had the option I have in the collage, and a more natural looking eye. I didn’t know which one to choose, so I asked @donkeyklone for his opinion; and after what I explained what it was for, he said to go for that option! He said it looks more magical, which fits his status as a wizard and cambion. :D

He’s very sleep deprived from insomnia, nightmares, etc., so I googled eyebags and chose the worst looking ones I could find lol.

His skin color was actually taken straight from his face! I just made a little square in IbisPaintX and colored it in!

One design element that I wanted to keep from Canon!Merlin was his hands. They’re wide with short fingernails and no visible veins, but that could just be the art style. The hand I found matched what I was looking for perfectly!

And last off for this collage, I decided that his body type would be realistically muscular, give all the fighting he’s done, but it took me a little bit to find the right amount of muscle I wanted. I didn’t want him to look like a bodybuilder, but I also didn’t want him to be too lean.

TW/CW for scars! Some are these are pretty graphic!

Scars:

Some of these are more to show the texture of the scars than location. I also haven’t figured out the whole backstory behind them yet, so these are more of summarizations.

The knife scar on his neck was from a murder attempt after his magic was discovered by people who hated magic.

The claw marks on his chest are from a beast attack; not sure what yet.

His burn marks are from when he was burned with holy fire. (Burns from holy water go away; burns from holy fire don’t.)

The knife scar on his arm is actually from his wrist to his elbow, and it was specifically torture.

The whip marks on his back are from another time he was tortured.

The claw marks on his back are from other beasts.

His stretch marks are from puberty! Since he’s half-demon, he probably grew really fast during that time, and I think that he’d probably have stretch marks from it. Also yes I’m projecting.

The knife scar on his left leg is from when he stabbed during a fight.

The bite scar on his right leg is from another beast.

Cambion form:

I’m so excited to talk about this because I haven’t really done that yet, but DR!Merlin is a cambion! :D Here’s some backstory about his birth. He also has a name for his other true form:“Blood Moon!Merlin.” @donkeyklone was the source for it, as he was thinking I could call it that since his whole “shtick is the moon” according to him 😂. I imagine someone described him as looking like a blood moon after seeing him, since cambions have a wide variety of colors.

For his horns, I went through several options, but the one in the collage was my favorite photo by far. I love how big they are!

His hair color is still the same despite all the changes between forms.

His facial markings are inspired by concept art that features him with some! I tried to get the swirl-like markings as close as possible at first, but then I just chose my favorite picture.

They even show up in his human form; mainly when he’s having visions or entering his avatar state™��. I don’t know what else to call it.

And pointy ears, also featured in the above photo, are always cool!

His eye color is to match with the rest of his form, and red is pretty default for a demon anyway. 😂 Slitted eyes are always awesome too!

For his fangs, I chose a photo that had both top and bottom fangs.

I chose the photo that best matched the idea of what I wanted for his claws.

For his wings, I just googled red wings png. It was one of the first results!

His skin color was picked from another photo of red eyes, and @donkeyklone sent me the tail!

Armor:

I love his armor so much, even if it has been through a few revamps.

I made his outer helmet, faceplate, and breastplate in Artbreeder!

I found his gauntlets after googling black gauntlets.

His cape pattern is the ocean because the moon controls the tides, and I wanted him to have more general night motifs besides just stars!

I think I’ve said this before, but his armor is BIG. It’s not formfitting like Jim’s and Morgana’s, and that idea was inspired by these concept arts. I was also able to find a photo that illustrated it more clearly on Artstation!

Unfortunately Jim isn’t as realistic proportions wise, but this is the size difference between their armor!

His cape color is picked from this photo of the ocean! Besides it matching the black of his armor, it also opposes Morgana’s sky blue cape. 😉

Weapons:

These are just a few of the weapons Merlin uses throughout the DR-verse!

I made his staff, sword, and shield in Artbreeder! I wanted to keep his staff mostly the same, except making it slightly more fantasy like, because DR!Merlin is more straight up magical fantasy than magi-tech.

His sword is covered in stars with a silver handle to match his night motifs better. Besides that, a master wizard having a normal sword is so silly to me.

I gave him a shield because they’re awesome, and yes, I want to see him smash the crap out of a villain while they’re trying to talk.

I chose a bow as another weapon for him because his staff does turn into a bow in some concept art!

Sometimes he wields an axe in more close combat situations, same with the dagger.

His shield’s shape is long and angular, and it goes down to his feet when he holds it in front him.

The sword whip is for more of a long range combat situation, and his magic allows to extend as far as he needs it to.

Camelot outfit:

In Emerald Embers, he doesn’t wear his armor 24/7, so here’s his Camelot outfit design!

His earrings are full moons because of his night motif, like his armor! Since the night means safety to many magical creatures, him always wearing some version of night themed accessories is a secret way of signaling he’s safe to approach. He also finds them pretty.

I found his cape clasps by just searching for cape clasp designs on Pinterest, and they’re perfect because they remind him of Charlie. (At the start of Emerald Embers, he’s been gone for over a thousand years.) I need to make a post about his redesign too. And why they separated.

His necklace is the one he made for his sister, Ganieda, as her wedding gift. It’s very, very special to him, as it’s one of the few things he has left of her.

I was trying to make his outfit historically accurate, and I found out that bliauts were popular back then!

His pants were ones that I’d chosen for a reference when I first came up with a possible design for his outfit! That was a long time ago, but it’s still on my tablet. It’s currently broken. 💀

Him having a cape was inspired by @tenyai’s storyboards of him having one! It’s one element of his outfit that I’ve always kept, even if I did change the rest.

For his belt, I just looked up medieval belts and chose my favorite.

His boots took a little while to choose. I wanted him to have heeled boots, shamelessly inspired by Dracula in Netflix’s adaptation of Castlevania, but finding one that I could choose was another story. But I eventually did!

His ring is actually his staff in disguise! He wears it on his right middle finger.

Last off, his bracelet is more of a pretty accessory that doesn’t really have special meaning to him.

And that’s all for now! Of course, he’s going to have more outfits eventually lol.

#mine #talesofarcadiaforever rambles #talesofarcadiaforever makes things #tales of arcadia #trollhunters #wizards #toa redesigns #toa fanfiction #Daylight’s Redemption #Emerald Embers #Journey by Daylight #Merlin Ambrosius #DR!Merlin

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my-weird-news · 1 year ago

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🔥 NYC's Real-Life 'Wolverine' Guilty! Attacked BLM with Deadly Claws! 😱

NYC Man vs. BLM Protesters: The Serrated Glove Showdown! Hey there, folks! 🎉 I've got a story that's crazier than a squirrel on an espresso binge. So, picture this: Frank Cavalluzzi, a 57-year-old New Yorker, decided one day that his SUV wasn't just for driving – it was his ticket to becoming the city's very own "Wolverine." Yeah, you heard me right. 🐺 In the not-so-peaceful summer of 2020, when Black Lives Matter protesters were voicing their opinions loud and clear, Frank must have thought, "You know what would make a statement? A leather glove with FOUR serrated blades attached to it!" Oh, absolutely, Frank, because nothing screams "let's chat" like a glove that could double as a deli slicer.🔪🧤 So, there he was, cruising through the Queens neighborhood like a medieval knight preparing for battle. He spots a group of BLM demonstrators and decides, "Hey, why not greet them with a touch of swordplay?" Because waving a hello just isn't exciting enough, apparently. 🤷‍♂️ Frank slams on the brakes, jumps out of his SUV, and starts bellowing a colorful collection of swear words and racial slurs at the protesters. Classy move, Frank. Then, he unleashes the pièce de résistance – the leather glove of doom! With blades glinting in the sunlight, he gives these folks a taste of his fashionable weapon while doing his best impression of a madman waltzing through a horror movie.🔪☀️ But wait, there's more! Frank hops back into his SUV, revs the engine, and yells his version of "ready or not, here I come." And by "come," I mean "careen onto the sidewalk and aim for the protesters." He's like a twisted mix of bumper cars and a really bad car chase scene. 🚗🤪 Thankfully, no one was hurt, though a protester named Lorraine McShea declared it "extremely scary." You don't say, Lorraine! I'm sure facing off against a glove-wielding SUV enthusiast is like playing hide-and-seek with a grizzly bear wearing tap shoes. 🐻👞 Now, fast forward to the trial. The verdict? Frank's attempt at being the city's own superhero has landed him nine counts of attempted murder. 🦸‍♂️🚓 And let me tell you, Queens District Attorney Melinda Katz was ecstatic: "A dangerous man is going to jail. It's a good day for New York and the First Amendment." I can just imagine Frank standing in court with his leather glove on, trying to wave it around while looking like a confused magician. Ta-daa! But wait, there's a twist! Frank's attorney, Michael Horn, claimed his client was just struggling to grasp the "evolving city" he lives in. Sure, Michael, because every city evolves by adding blades to their fashion accessories. "New York Fashion Week presents: Serrated Chic!" 🔪👠 And who could forget our star witness, Arianna Agudo, who managed to capture the whole glove-drama on video? She declared that the glove contraption was "literally out of a movie." Ah, yes, a movie where Edward Scissorhands meets Mad Max meets a confused contestant on "Project Runway." Bravo, Frank, bravo! 👏🎬 So, there you have it, folks. A story of a man, his SUV, and a glove that could make a salad and a point. Just when you thought New York couldn't get any weirder, along comes Frank Cavalluzzi – a true "cutting-edge" character. Stay safe out there, and remember, fashion advice from Frank is probably best avoided. 👕🔪# NYC Man vs. BLM Protesters: The Serrated Glove Showdown! Hey there, folks! 🎉 I've got a story that's crazier than a squirrel on an espresso binge. So, picture this: Frank Cavalluzzi, a 57-year-old New Yorker, decided one day that his SUV wasn't just for driving – it was his ticket to becoming the city's very own "Wolverine." Yeah, you heard me right. 🐺 In the not-so-peaceful summer of 2020, when Black Lives Matter protesters were voicing their opinions loud and clear, Frank must have thought, "You know what would make a statement? A leather glove with FOUR serrated blades attached to it!" Oh, absolutely, Frank, because nothing screams "let's chat" like a glove that could double as a deli slicer.🔪🧤 So, there he was, cruising through the Queens neighborhood like a medieval knight preparing for battle. He spots a group of BLM demonstrators and decides, "Hey, why not greet them with a touch of swordplay?" Because waving a hello just isn't exciting enough, apparently. 🤷‍♂️ Frank slams on the brakes, jumps out of his SUV, and starts bellowing a colorful collection of swear words and racial slurs at the protesters. Classy move, Frank. Then, he unleashes the pièce de résistance – the leather glove of doom! With blades glinting in the sunlight, he gives these folks a taste of his fashionable weapon while doing his best impression of a madman waltzing through a horror movie.🔪☀️ But wait, there's more! Frank hops back into his SUV, revs the engine, and yells his version of "ready or not, here I come." And by "come," I mean "careen onto the sidewalk and aim for the protesters." He's like a twisted mix of bumper cars and a really bad car chase scene. 🚗🤪 Thankfully, no one was hurt, though a protester named Lorraine McShea declared it "extremely scary." You don't say, Lorraine! I'm sure facing off against a glove-wielding SUV enthusiast is like playing hide-and-seek with a grizzly bear wearing tap shoes. 🐻👞 Now, fast forward to the trial. The verdict? Frank's attempt at being the city's own superhero has landed him nine counts of attempted murder. 🦸‍♂️🚓 And let me tell you, Queens District Attorney Melinda Katz was ecstatic: "A dangerous man is going to jail. It's a good day for New York and the First Amendment." I can just imagine Frank standing in court with his leather glove on, trying to wave it around while looking like a confused magician. Ta-daa! But wait, there's a twist! Frank's attorney, Michael Horn, claimed his client was just struggling to grasp the "evolving city" he lives in. Sure, Michael, because every city evolves by adding blades to their fashion accessories. "New York Fashion Week presents: Serrated Chic!" 🔪👠 And who could forget our star witness, Arianna Agudo, who managed to capture the whole glove-drama on video? She declared that the glove contraption was "literally out of a movie." Ah, yes, a movie where Edward Scissorhands meets Mad Max meets a confused contestant on "Project Runway." Bravo, Frank, bravo! 👏🎬 So, there you have it, folks. A story of a man, his SUV, and a glove that could make a salad and a point. Just when you thought New York couldn't get any weirder, along comes Frank Cavalluzzi – a true "cutting-edge" character. Stay safe out there, and remember, fashion advice from Frank is probably best avoided. 👕🔪 Read the full article

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theadventuresofgarlandodra · 1 year ago

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The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots- Wick and Wax’of’Candle

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The herb garden was coming along beautifully this season. Sahsi hummed softly to herself as she plucked mint, tucking them all into her bag. They’d need to be dried, of course, but once that was the case it’d be a nice tea. Oh, and who could forget the rose petals? They were a good ingredient in healing potions.

“Well, hello there… you’re Miss Sahsi, aren’t you?”

Sahsi looked up in surprise to see a fire genasi standing beside the garden. “Um, yes, hello!” Sahsi got to her feet and brushed off her skirt. “Sahsi Humble, that’s me. What can I help you with?”

“Let me introduce myself.” The genasi bowed. “I am Wick’of’Candle. Wick, for you. I couldn’t help but notice your eldercross.”

“Oh!” Sahsi blushed as she reached up to touch the horn like protrusions that came from the back of her head. “Yeah, it’s a… family thing.”

“Is it now? I understand family things. Oh, you’re picking herbs, I’m sorry if I intruded. Or would you like my help?” Before Sahsi could answer, Wick knelt on the ground and started going through the herbs. “I don’t spend much time in the dirt. Anything else we need to pick, my dear?”

Sahsi knelt down next to Wick. “Well, I could use some more lavender. You’re new to the guild, right? Working with Crowley?” she asked.

“That’s correct. He’s a decent party member. Big head, but you know. He’s earned it. Oh, lavender is such a pretty flower.” Wick plucked the herb, rolling the flower between his fingers. “So small and delicate, but such a powerful fragrance. What hex or potion will you be brewing with this, I wonder?”

Sahsi took the flower and added it to her bag. “Well, after drying, it makes a good sleepy time tea. Or a sleeping potion, for insomnia-”

“Or a good battlefield weapon?” Wick pointed out. “A sleeping enemy is a defenseless one.”

“I mean, that’s not really my thing, that’s more Dullahan’s style.” Sahsi twirled a lock of hair around her finger. “I’m more of a support role. I heal the other party members. If I really need to, I can use my crossbow, but my aim is horrible. I can barely hit the broad side of a barn.”

“You have claws.” It was a statement, not a question. “They’re quite sharp, aren’t they?”

Sahsi swallowed as she looked at her fingertips, currently painted pale purple to match the cloudy weather they’d been having. “Well… yes, but like I said, I prefer not to use violence.”

“Hmmm. You’ll make a terrible hag then, if you won’t use everything at your disposal.”

Sahsi’s heart skipped a beat before looking back up at Wick. The genasi was hardly bothered by this statement, simply picking more lavender blossoms and setting them down in a pile while he continued chatting. “I mean, that’s what happens next for you, isn’t it? Hexblood females turn into hags.”

“… Not many people know the right word for it.” Sahsi swallowed the lump in her throat. “For, well, me, anyway. I’ve heard a lot of different words, hagblood, changeling child… but hexblood, you must have personal experience with a hag.”

“Incredibly personal. Would you like me to pick some sage too?”

“Sure…” Sahsi took a deep breath to steady herself. These questions were just questions. No reason to read too deeply into them. “But I don’t intend on being a hag, you know. That’s not a requirement. I can find my own path as a hexblood, you know?”

“Is that so?” Wick pursed his lips thoughtfully. “I can’t imagine anyone would give up on that power to become a hag. You’ll have unlimited magical resources, a coven…”

Sahsi shook her head. “I know what being a hag is. I don’t want to become one though. Not ever.”

“Intriguing. Here, your sage.”

Wick was smiling, but something about it made Sahsi uncomfortable. Like he was being a bit too friendly. “You know, I might be able to help dry this for you. I’m not the most magical, but I do have a fiery heritage.” He lifted his hand and a little flame danced above his fingers.

“I appreciate the offer, but no thank you,” Sahsi managed to force a polite smile. “That’s all I’ll need today. Thank you for your help, Wick.”

“You’re very welcome, my dear!” Wick smiled as he got up, offering his hand down to Sahsi. “It was wonderful to get to know you. You’re the only one like you here, right?”

Sahsi nodded. “I’m afraid so. I’m all right though- I was raised by halflings. I’m more suited for a town like this,” she pulled herself up with Wick’s help. “I’m happy here.”

“Isn’t that wonderful?”

Suddenly Wick’s hand heated up unbearably hot and Sahsi yelped. She yanked her hand away and shook it out, bright red burns shaped liked finger marks already popping up from her skin.

“Oops. I’m terribly sorry. Can’t really control my fire sometimes. See you later, hexblood.”

Wick smirked before he sauntered away. Sahsi watched him go before she dashed to the bathhouse to place her hand in some cool water.

That was not an accident. There was absolutely no way it was an accident. She hissed as she tried to cool off the burn in the cool bucket of water.

“Helllooooo? Is there anyone in here? I left my rapier in here, so if you fucking took it- Sahsi?”

Sahsi looked up, then down, to see a familiar goblin poking her head in the door. “Oh, hi Odra. Were you washing your weapons in here?”

“Of course. What else is this place good for… are you okay?” Odra cocked her head to the side. “You look a bit shook up.”

“Oh I’m….” Sahsi trailed off before she sighed. “I’m not fine. The new fire genasi in the guild, Wick? I think he has something against hexbloods. He… asked some strange questions, said some weird things. And when he helped me up to my feet, he burnt my hand. He said it was an accident, but I’m not sure.”

Odra gaped. “That- that dick! What could he have against hexbloods?”

“I mean, we exist because of hag magic.” Sahsi held up her burnt hand. “It can be a tough place for some people. You’ve fought hags, right?”

“Several!” Odra beamed. “Annis hags, sea hags, green hags- er, sorry, I know your mom-”

“My mom is a horrible person. If you fought her and won, I’d buy you new shoes,” Sahsi deadpanned. “She uses everyone around her, even her own children… it’s why I don’t want to become-”

“A hag?”

Odra gently rested her hand on Sahsi’s leg. “You won’t. You’re not a hag. As someone who’s killed multiple hags, you don’t got what it takes to be one. Hags are bitches, while you’re so nice it makes my teeth hurt.”

Sahsi laughed and patted Odra on the head. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Thanks, Odra. I’m gonna go bandage up my hand.”

~*~

Sahsi wasn’t sure what had happened. She was enjoying her drinks with her friends, laughing about Odra exaggerating her latest feats, she was drinking her beer when she got a bit of a headache, so she excused herself… the last thing she remembered was collapsing in bed as the room spun… and realizing at the worst possible time there was someone standing in the corner. Someone with flickering orange eyes.

“Hey, hothead, the chick you have a murder boner for is waking up.”

“Sweet, sweet Elphira, you could not possibly comprehend the depth of my hatred at the moment for this hexblood. It is not a ‘murder boner’. That is saved for you and your daddy issues.”

“Go eat Crowley’s dick.”

“Oh, I’ve been trying to do that for years, my favorite harlot.”

“Um… guys? You mentioned something about her waking up?”

Sahsi’s eyes flicked open and she was definitely not in her room.

The place had likely been a church of some sort, but it hadn’t been used as such for likely decades. Nature had reclaimed it, turning the roof into a shield of ivy, while the pews were crumbling and overgrown with various flowering bushes. Sahsi had been tied up and laid to rest against a stone altar, while Crowley’s party were all sprawled around the ruins of a once holy place.

Sahsi glanced down at her wrists, which were bound with chain. Not rope.

The satyr’s goat like ears were pressed down against his head. “Wick, this feels wrong. I mean, we just got invited into the guild! And she’s a guild member!” He plucked his badge out of his pocket. “I rather like it here. We’re not supposed to hurt other guild members.”

Wick was looking at his nails, hardly seeming bothered. “I’m just weeding out the trouble before it starts. And if you were so against helping me, little Tynos,” his eyes flicked up and Sahsi shuddered at the hatred in them, “you shouldn’t have given me the herbs that I used to drug her drink.”

Tynos flinched and stared at the floor.

The half drow, Sahsi remembered her name was Elphira, rolled her eyes. “Enough with your dramatic asshattery, Wick. Just kill her and be done with it,” she said.

Kill her?! Sahsi kicked up a struggle against her chains while Wick thoughtfully tapped his chin. “I suppose we don’t have to wait any longer. Give me one of your daggers, Elphira. An iron one. She is fey kind after all,” he said.

“Wait!”

Sahsi’s brain was scrambling for a way out of this. “You- you’ll get caught! People will know!” she yelped as she pulled and yanked at her unrelenting bonds.

Wick took a dagger from Elphira, testing it against his fingertip before he casually walking up to the front of the church where Sahsi was tied up. “No one will know. We’ll mention how you were seen taking a walk in the woods early this morning. You do love your alone time, hexblood.”

“Odra and Garl will-”

“They’re gone.”

Wick smiled darkly before he hauled Sahsi up by the front of her dress. “They’re going on a little mission to put a grave in order, taking Dullahan and Sylvia with them as back up. Rather sentimental, but I digress. By the time they’re back, you will just be a dim memory in the guild. And considering how very short Garl’s attention span is with something he isn’t fucking or something that isn’t Miss Manyboots, you won’t even cross his mind when he sees your bunk is empty.”

The dagger nicked Sahsi’s throat and she whimpered as her brain went empty.

Think, think… think….

“Why?”

A tear dripped down Sahsi’s cheek as she stared at the dagger that was about to end her life. “I didn’t do anything to you.”

Wick narrowed his eyes and Sahsi swore she felt him heat up.

“It’s not about what you have done. It’s about you will do.”

“Just because I’m a hexblood?” Sahsi swallowed the sob in her throat. “What… what happened to you? What made you hate me so much, made you so sure I’ll hurt you?”

Wick paused for a moment, running his tongue over his lips before nodding, resheathing the knife in his belt. “You tempt a bard to tell a story? A smart move.I suppose I can give you as much, the story of two minstrels.”

“Oh my gods, she got him talking,” Elphira groaned. “Get comfy, guys, we’ll be here a while.”

Wick glowered at Elphira before he hauled Sahsi over to the altar, throwing her onto it. Sahsi yelped as her head cracked into the stone, the world swirling in circles around her.

“Wick and Wax’of’Candle.”

Wick leaned back up against the pulpit, those angered eyes not leaving where Sahsi laid. “A pair of minstrels who chose to travel the world to seek their fortune, a pair of fire genasi brothers. I played the lute, or the flute, depending on my mood… and my little brother would sing.” That hatred in his eyes briefly died down as he recalled the memories aloud. “He had the voice to make gods weep, so crystal clear and beautiful. My talent had, and still has, nothing on his. Before we left on our journey, my mother made me promise to take care of him. Protect him. He was younger, kinder. More the type to forgive and forget rather than remember. And one should never forget a wrong done to them, my mother and I both know that.

“We went all around the world. Some nights we ate like kings, other nights we swallowed scraps with the dogs. It was wonderful though. It’s the freedom of it all, choosing your own fate. If you don’t know what tomorrow brings, then you’re in good company.

“Then one day we came across a kingdom, a human kingdom that had never seen a genasi before. We attracted a lot of attention, enough that it got to the king himself. He summoned us to his court and begged us to play for him. Of course we did, we’d never played for royalty before. When we finished our song, he gave us what we thought was a generous deal- play for him and his court, and we’d never be hungry, never want for anything. They gave us contracts, and we signed them like the bloody fools we were. We didn’t know what all the flowery language meant. We didn’t know we’d signed away our freedom until we tried to leave. It didn’t matter how we tried to explain we were travelers, even a few months off the road was a unique kind of torture. As a warning they whipped us both. As a warning. I still have the scars. I held Wax in my arms and we cried, and I promised we’d still at least have each other in this slavery.

“We lived for years in that golden cage. We had everything we wanted, the finest foods, plenty of gold, but we didn’t have our freedom. We were only there to be decoration. Play, play, play whenever the king demanded. Our musical talents were renowned, but it’s difficult to be creative when there’s a whip hanging over your head. We hadn’t made any new songs between the two of us, and the king was getting bored of us.

“Then the enchantress came to court.

“She was beautiful, at least she appeared as much. She wooed the king with her tricks, claiming to be a magician of unlimited power. She wasn’t here to sign a contract though- she’d heard of the pair of genasi brothers, and she wanted to get to know at least one of them. The king ordered Wax to accompany her that night… it hadn’t been the first time someone who had pleased the king demanded our attentions, our gifts. Wax told me he’d be back in the morning, and left with a smile on his face. I’d never see that smile again.

“The next morning the enchantress had left, the only person left in her quarters was Wax…”

Wick’s voice cracked and he finally broke his gaze away from Sahsi. A tear briefly appeared on his cheek, only to hiss and pop as the heat of his body caused it to boil away.

“She’d cut his lips off and ripped out his tongue. From what we understood, she needed them for a spell.”

Oh. Sahsi paled before she used her elbows to push herself up. “… she’d disguised herself, hadn’t she?” she quietly asked. “She wasn’t a beautiful enchantress at all.”

Wick looked up, blankfaced, before nodding once.

“She was a hag. A nasty, wart faced, monster of a crone named Silver Matilda. My brother had never hurt another person in his life. He told me through writing that he saw her true face. A truly hideous beastly thing, she was.”

… Wait.

“He was alive?” Sahsi whispered.

“Alive. And suffering.”

Wick sighed as he looked up to the ceiling. “The healers did the best they could, but none of them were magical. They couldn’t regrow my brother’s tongue. He would never speak again, never sing again. His face was so brutally scarred he wasn’t allowed out in the court anymore. The king would have tossed him out, except I promised myself to his service for the rest of my days. I’d do whatever he wanted, as long as he let Wax stay with me. I’d never run away. I’d be his perfect little songbird. I even ended up learning how to sing, so I could do both mine and Wax’s part. At least I’d still be able to take care of Wax. But I think… I think there was really nothing I could’ve done to help him. Without his tongue and lips, he needed a lot of special care. I was singing in the court from dawn to dusk. Sometimes I’d perform through the night, not sleeping for up to three days at a time. Every time I was allowed to rest, I’d collapse. Wax knew I was suffering for his sake.

“So he waited until I was out of the room to tie a noose from the sheets and hang himself out the window.”

No. Oh gods. Sahsi felt her eyes sting with tears as she stared at Wick, clearly in agonizing emotional pain, recounted this tale.

“In his final note, he begged me not to blame myself… but to blame that fucking hag.”

Wick focused his gaze back on Sahsi and she gulped as she saw him flick that dagger between his fingers.

“I did. I do. And if you think I’ll trust a word of your fucking mouth, those lies that claim you’ll never become a hag,you’re wrong. I know what you are. And I’m taking my pound of flesh.”

Suddenly he was in front of her, grabbing her jaw and twisting her face towards him.

“Do you want to know how it felt? To be unable to speak after losing your lips and your tongue? To be completely helpless?”

“Wait!” Sahsi tried to jerk her head back, but he had such a strong grip as that dagger pressed against her lips. “Please, listen to me! I’m sorry about what happened to you, but your brother wouldn’t want you to do-”

“Sh sh sh sh…” Wick grinned murderously and Sahsi felt a cold chill run up her spine. “No words, my dear. Only screams.”

“Please no! No!” Sahsi shook as more careful pressure was applied, ready to cut her lips off of her face when a bolt of inspiration hit her.

“I can help you find her!”

The genasi paused, raising one of his eyebrows. “Beg pardon?” he repeated.

“You said her name was Silver Matilda!” Sahsi swallowed, staring down at that dagger. She had to keep talking. Anything to stop him from cutting her face up.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Wick asked.

“Every hag has a name and a nickname, um,” Sahsi closed her eyes and took a deep breath to steady herself. “I have sisters who chose to become hags. Their names are Nosy Anne and Screeching Lucy. I’m not a hag, but I know a lot about them. Such as… such as that hags with enough power can know of every other hag in existence.”

“And how does that help me?” Wick narrowed his eyes as he ran that dagger against her lips. “Her name wasn’t Anne or Lucy. Are they powerful hags?”

“I mean, they’re average at best, annoying at worst. But their- our mother isn’t. Her name is Ancient Genevieve. She is the self proclaimed Queen of the Hags.”

She couldn’t believe she was saying this. But if this was her only shot at not being brutally tortured and murdered…

“Ancient Genevieve can help you find the hag that attacked your brother. All she needs is her name. And if I go before her, she will tell you where to find her.”

Wick’s breath caught for a moment, the grip on his dagger faltering. Then he went steely eyed again and pressed the blade against her face again. “How can I trust you?” he asked.

“You’ll go with me!” Frick a frack. The best time to get away from this revenge driven idiot was to go to her mom’s. “You’ve been wronged, Wick. You’ve been… you’ve been hurt so badly, and I’m sorry. But if I can help you get vengeance for Wax, will you believe that I don’t want to be like that? Will you let me go? I won’t tell the guild about what’s happened, I swear it!” If she did, that would definitely sign her own death warrant. Crowley’s party would just leave, and the moment Sahsi let her guard down, she was dead meat.

Wick nodded slowly as he turned this over in his head. Sahsi held her breath, praying to every god that Wick would take her offer. It was the only card she had to play.

Finally he dropped the dagger. “Elphira, where’s the key for the chains?” he asked. “Looks like we’re going on a little road trip.”

Elphira reached into her pocket and threw the key. “No way you’re going alone, I want to see how this plays out,” she said.

Tynos noticeably sighed with relief. “I’ll wake up Nalthea and the hobs. We’ll pack and be ready to go at dawnbreak,” the satyr saluted before he trotted out of the church.

Sahsi sighed with relief as the chains were undone around her wrists. She rubbed them to get the circulation back going. “Thank you-”

her gratitude was interrupted as Wick slammed her down against the altar again. The dagger was back up and Sahsi’s shakes returned. She couldn’t speak. She could only silently pray.

“If this is a trick, hexblood…” Wick didn’t finish the sentence. He cut her face, right under her left cheekbone. He released Sahsi before throwing the dagger aside. “Am I clear?”

Sahsi whimpered as she sat back up, reaching to touch her cheek. “I… yes. Crystal clear,” she whispered.

“Good.”

With the threat still hanging in the air, Wick stormed out of the church, his feet leaving burnt marks on the ground behind him.

Sahsi slid off the altar before she tumbled to the ground, unable to support her weight on her jelly like legs. She reached up to touch her bleeding cheek before bursting into sobs.

I have to go home. I have to go home.

“Hello there.”

Sahsi swallowed before looking up. It was Crowley, and he almost looked genuinely concerned. It didn’t quite reach his eyes though, it was more like… curiosity.

“Hags are a rather independent species. How is your mother the queen?”

“Self proclaimed. Don’t… don’t forget that part.” Sahsi closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the altar that was nearly the last place she knew in this world. “Why did you let him do that?”

“I don’t let him ‘do’ anything. His thing is hag murder, mine is getting rich. Hags happen to have a lot of treasure, and lots of people will pay to have hags killed.” Crowley shrugged. “It’s really a win win situation. I get a powerful ally so I can continue to get whatever I want, he gets to make himself feel better by murder. I don’t see why that’s so hard to understand.”

Sahsi sniffled, wiping her eyes off on her sleeve. “Perhaps because I’ve never understood hurting other people,” she murmured.

“Well, you’re weak, but at least you’re honest about it.” Crowley reached down to pat her head in a way that was anything but comforting. “It’ll be fine. You’ll tell your mom you want Silver Matilda’s head on a platter, and then you’ll get your sickly sweet happily ever after. I have to go make sure my hobgoblins don’t kill each other while packing up for the trip. You can stick around here. And if you try to run away, you’ll not have to worry about seeing your mom again. I’m pretty sure Wick will incinerate you.”

Crowley left the church, leaving Sahsi alone to sob.

Garl, Odra, please- come home soon. Help me.

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I don’t have all my tags worked out yet, but this is right in my wheelhouse! I’ll be putting all my thoughts/writing under the cut, as I will...likely end up rambling.

So, yes! I do experience “multi-shifts”! (I’ll simplify it to that shorthand for now.) Now, I’ve never had them overlap before- maybe my wings with my cat tail a few times- but to the point of having horns with ears or my ears + tail with scale-like claws? No. (And even then, please note that my wings are connected to a past life that still effects me today; they’re quite different from my theriotypes.)

And that’s helped keep things very clear cut for me, which I appreciate. When I’m feeling more wolfdog (wolf...? low/high content wolfdog? I’m still figuring out the details), I crave to run in the woods. The woods is something very specific I miss in a wolf-shift; as well as howling, snarling, barks, and so on.

Compare that to, say, my cat-shifts. As a domestic cat, I crave typical domestic cat things: parallel play, treats, sitting/laying in the sun, headbutts, purrs, and so on.

I also have phantom limbs I feel, which effect each shift differently; my wide paws of the wolf and thick tail, versus the lithe body I feel as a domestic cat, with my longer (but still fluffy!) tail. (Getting into feline cladotherian is a whole ‘nother thing...)

There’s also my dragon-shift. I don’t get this one nearly as consistent as the other two, but it’s also distinct in the feelings. Horns unlike those I’m familiar with. (Someone in my system.) Wings, that are yet still distinct from others. (Wider than Sera’s [nickname for past life] and, although leathery like Quinzy’s [alter], are still different in ways I cannot put to words.) There’s also missing my dark scales, and the patches of fur I had. The urge to nest on eggs; curl around them and settle into a cavern. (Though I settle for making a den (denning?) or nesting.) A lot of pining for flight, as well, though the way my body moves as a dragon- again- sets it apart from other theriotypes.

.:.:.:.

So! With all that said... Shapeshifting. I don’t consider myself to be one, as- in an ideal world- I would literally be able to shape-shift to my preferred form. (This carried over from my gender shenanigans; I would much prefer to get rid of and gain bits at will, rather than transition...)

Now, could I be? Perhaps! I wouldn’t shoo off the idea immediately... However, I’d imagine that a shapeshifter feels more fluid in one identity to the next; wolf to dragon to cat, for example. They feel more “disjointed” to me, in the sense that... They’re very different headspaces, with few connecting tissue. I would feel like...from an outside view, perhaps, it’d be more like a fox befriending a dragon because they both live in dens and eat a variety of foods. Rather than the two being the same entity, viewing the same world from different perspectives.

...Does that make any sense?? Surprisingly, this got difficult to articulate. In short, I suppose it’s just they feel different in mindset.

Anyways... On that note, on a hypothetical of being a shapeshifter...I don’t think so! Mostly because my current theriotypes have more or less settled in? I do believe there was a small stint as a horse- likely a loose, fic-link/copinglink with Epona [LoZ]- but considering how it didn’t stick...

I feel like it could give me more insight on how certain species live! Find a new appreciation on their lives, and get a glimpse into it. Long term connections, however, I majorly doubt.

(On a final system note, this got doubly hammered in with a potential bunny theriotype. Turns out, it seems an alter had that connection! Not me. And on the opposite side... An alter who has connections to hyenas doesn’t consider herself a therian; she is using them as a base for her fursona, however.)

.:.:.:.

So... Actually, yes! I do consider my “main” theriotype to be my cladotherian connection to felines. Something about them is entwined deep in who I am, humanoid or not. The biggest among these are tigers, snow leopards, and domestic cats (specifically siamese and ragdoll; I was also a calico queen in my previous life to this one).

I still honor my persistent feelings as a wolfdog, fox, and dragon. They’re still important to me! I just fully acknowledge that- on some level- felines are the closest to my heart.

Would I pass up this body and the other theriotypes to become a cat? Probably not, even still; if I cannot be all I am, I will live out this life as it is. (Besides, it’s not just “mine,” either. My system deserves equal footing.)

If you have multiple theriotypes, can you please tell me more about your experience?

I only have a single theriotype, and I come from a rather old-schooled part of the therian community that struggles a lot with the concept of polytherians. I thought that hearing more about it might help me understand fellow otherkin.

I would love to hear all you have to say, but if you have no ideas, then there are some questions below!

Do you experience phantom body parts/other shifts of different animals at once?

If yes, how would you differentiate it from a chimera or an animal you just don't know yet?

If no, how would you differentiate it from a shape-shifting creature? Do you consider yourself a shapeshifter? If you do, do you also think you could shapeshift into a new animal and would it then be a new theriotype for you?

Do you consider one of your theriotypes to be the "main one"?

#Autumn's Little Talks #Therian Things #gave it my best attempt to explain how I live things!#if parts are confusing I totally apologize #admittedly I'm not the greatest at translating thought to words #worse with this!! in a way!#I just live and...whatever happens?#I just roll with it #more and more I just...live and let live #things happen and if I don't have words for it #then that's just my norm; cool!#(altho I also seek out to understand others constantly)#(so I wanted to reach out!)#I hope this clarifies something heh

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