Mainly fictional smut of multiple fandoms. Look man it’s gay. It’s really really gay up in this shit. Also there’s monster love. I tend to spam the hell outta that. Cutie with some kinks.
Back again with another post of Corbeau and I'm glad we all agree, so here's more of my thoughts:
- On Gods he's taking note of every single thing, down to your little gestures. Still gotta make sure you're not a threat to the city (or become one, yk). You like to go to a particular cafe? Your favorite seat is always available. Your usual personal care brand is out of stock? No it ain't, check again. You're pouting? Hungry or upset, either way he has Philippe bring out the tea set.
- He wants to hold you SO bad even he doesn't know the extent of it. You notice whenever you visit Corbeau's office, he always gestures you to come close. Takes both your hands, kisses your knuckles. He definitely has a thing for your hands. If he was really tired when you visit, he'd take your hands and make you cradle his face (Philippe knows to give you guys privacy whenever you come around). Will invade your personal space on the couch when he says fuck it work is stupid right now
- Personally, I like to think he avoids major PDA, but less because of wanting to keep his image intact and more of "I am going to drag you into an alleyway if you push it." And while that's a very tempting thought, he believes you absolutely deserve better and that includes the highest level of comfort. Perfectly fine with handholding (how scandalous).
Thoughts under the cut are a little more SPICY:
- Corbeau is SO. VERBAL. Behind closed doors anyway because only you have the right to hear him like this.
- It does not matter who tops and who bottoms, his lips will be calling for you, praising you. He's moaning and grunting, a crazed smile on his face at the sight of you. His eyes look at you so fondly even as utter filth leaves his lips.
- Let's be real, we all had a thought of him using an aphrodisiac on you, on himself, both of yall. But the thing that gets him really going is your trust. You trusted him enough to accept the tea he brewed? The fact he's gonna give you a dose of his own poison after is the bonus itself.
- As I said above, this man is fuckin touchstarved. Corbeau would be all over you the moment you give him the go. Kisses everywhere, his grasp on you like an Arbok's coil. His eyes are rolling back and he's the one marking your neck and shoulders. Loooves the twitches of your skin wherever he touches. Makes him want to hold on tighter.
Im trying to write a Corbeau/Reader and it's currently just a retelling so far but I am. Trying.
Random linguistic worldbuilding: A language with six sets of pronouns, which are set by one's current state of existence. There's a separate pronoun for people who are alive, people who are dead, and potential future people who are yet to be born, and the ambiguous ones of "may or may not be alive or aleady dead", "may or may not have even been born yet", and the ultimate general/ambiguous all-covering one that covers all ambiguous states.
The culture has a specific defined term for that tragic span of time when a widow keeps accidentally referring to their spouse with living pronouns. New parents-to-be dropping the happy surprise news of a pregnancy by referring to their future child with the "is yet to be born" pronoun instead of a more ambiguous one and waiting for the "wait what did you just say?" reactions.
Someone jokingly referring to themselves with the dead person pronouns just to highlight how horrible their current hangover is. A notorious aspiring ladies' man who keeps trying to pursue women in their 20s despite of approaching middle age fails to notice the insult when someone asks him when he's planning to get married, and uses the pronoun that implies that his ideal future bride may not even be born yet.
A mother whose young adult child just moved away from home for the first time, who continues to dramatically refer to their child with "may or may not be already dead" until the aforementioned child replies to her on facebook like "ma stop telling people I'm dead" and having her respond with "well how could I possibly know that when you don't even write to us? >:,C"
@witchofanguish it is also used in poetry and plays, ghosts talk like that. Imagine being in a folk story, staying overnight in an abandoned cabin and in the middle of the night there's a knock on the door and a bellowing voice going
LET ME IN.
and from the "me" alone you know that whoever is out there is not one among the living.
ok but also: imagine the mysterious stranger implying that they don't know whether they themselves are alive or dead.
Ghost stories where the characters don't know they're ghosts and keep referring to themselves by living pronouns, where the audience doesn't know they're dead for most of the story. Ghosts that signal that they're ready to move on by using I'm-dead pronouns.
Dance like a bird - it works
Vaughn's and Hedwig's idea of fun includes goofy dancing with each other. Plus Vaughn is respectful to Hedwig's quality beetle time
I drew this mini-animation recently and decided to make a post with a couple of other dancing arts. Some of them are pretty old, but I've freshen them up a little bit.
Also, I do have a pet Goliath beetle IRL
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