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[magspieart]

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[worms-for-brains]

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[rdmasevi]

"Chosen by the Devourer"

Title: "Chosen by the Devourer": Stray Kids fanfiction

Pairing: Felix x Reader Female

Genre: Dark Fantasy | Horror Romance | Folklore Fantasy | Monster AU

Warnings: Human sacrifice, possessive love, manipulation, dark themes, moral ambiguity.

Summary: In a forgotten village at the edge of an ancient forest, a young woman is offered as sacrifice to a monster who wears human skin. But the creature in the woods does not want her blood—he wants her devotion.

The village bells rang only for death.

You learned that early—how their sound scraped against the sky like a warning rather than a prayer. When they rang for you, slow and deliberate, no one wept. No one protested. The women shut their shutters. The men avoided your eyes.

The monster in the woods demanded blood.

And you had been deemed suitable.

They dressed you in white so the blood would show. A thin shift, old and fraying, meant for burial rather than survival.

“You brought this upon us,” the elder hissed as they dragged you toward the woods. “The monster has grown restless.”

You knew what that meant.

For weeks, livestock had been torn apart and left half-eaten. Deep claw marks had been found on the church doors. Shapes moved between trees at night—too tall, too fast. The Devourer was awake again.

And you were the price.

At the forest’s edge, they forced you to your knees. Mud soaked into the hem of your shift.

“May he be satisfied,” they whispered.

Then they fled.

The woods swallowed them whole.

You stayed there long after the echoes of their footsteps vanished, chest tight, breath uneven. The forest felt aware—not watching, but waiting. As though something ancient had already circled your fate long before the villagers tied the rope.

“You smell like fear.”

The voice came from behind you.

Low. Smooth. Intimate.

You twisted around.

He stood impossibly close, crouched like a predator examining prey that hadn’t realized it was caught yet. Golden hair fell loose around his face, pale freckles dusting skin too flawless to belong to a mortal man. His eyes glowed faintly in the dim—warm, almost kind.

Almost.

“You’re early,” he murmured. “They usually run farther before leaving them.”

You tried to crawl back, but roots rose from the ground, curling around your ankles, pinning you in place.

“Please,” you choked. “Just kill me quickly.”

Felix smiled.

“Oh, little offering,” he said softly. “If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t still be breathing.”

His fingers brushed your throat—light, testing. You flinched, heart hammering beneath his touch.

“So fragile,” he whispered. “And yet they thought you would appease me.”

“What are you?” you asked, tears slipping free.

He tilted his head, studying the way your fear trembled through your body. The forest leaned in. For a moment, his human shape flickered—something vast and monstrous pressing against skin not meant to contain it. Horns ghosted into existence before vanishing. Claws brushed your jaw without breaking skin.

“I am hunger,” Felix said. “I am the promise they made and never intended to keep.”

His hand slid down to the rope binding your wrists. With a flex of his fingers, it snapped like rotten thread.

Freedom should have felt like hope.

Instead, dread pooled in your stomach.

“You’re not sending me back,” you realized.

“No,” he agreed. “I’m keeping you.”

The forest opened for him, roots and branches parting as though bowing. He lifted you effortlessly, cradling you against his chest. You could feel his heartbeat—slow, powerful, not quite human.

“I don’t take sacrifices,” he whispered against your ear. “I take what is mine.”

You struggled weakly, but his grip tightened—possessive, unyielding.

“Don’t fight me,” he warned, voice darkening. “I would hate to hurt you before you understand.”

His home lay deep within the woods—a den of stone and bone, lit by unnatural fire. Skins and trinkets hung from the walls. Old things. Human things.

You trembled as he set you down on a bed of moss and fur.

“You should hate me,” Felix said, kneeling before you. “You should beg. You should scream.”

He leaned closer, breath brushing your lips.

“But you won’t.”

Your body betrayed you—heart racing, breath hitching, fear twisting into something dangerously close to longing.

He smiled, slow and knowing.

“They left you to die,” he whispered. “I chose you to live. To belong.”

His thumb brushed beneath your eye, catching a tear.

“Mine,” he said.

The word settled into your bones like a curse—and a vow.

Outside, the forest roared softly, roots tightening around the village paths far beyond reach.

The Devourer was no longer hungry.

He was in love.

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[nicogayngelo]

putting langdon in a jar and shaking it up to see what happens

[papagabu]

@scrungleclaws I decided to make loafs of Folklore Kit and Tails from you AU/fic.

I know Kit is definitley meant to be taller but I kinda just copied over Metal Breaker Tails' body and stretched it out a little to make his body.

Also I know he isn't meant to be that monstrous but I kinda felt like exaggerating his claws to make it more obvious he's supposed to sorta be a monter like creature kelpie fennec thing.

Also I had a much creepier idea for Kit's loaf which, would have featured him not actually loafing, but that required more effort and I'm tired rn, so might do it later.

[peachyswirls]

Journal Entry #78, #910, and #1516

"Identification"- Shadow Milk

Titles- Herald of the Eclipse/Laughter of Shadows

Creature Type- Chimera [Rattle Snake /Wolf /Drake]

Nickname History-

On nights of the full moon, at the nearby lake, the Herald will be caught "playing" in the water. He moves just as quick as the shadows, diving in and out of the moon-bathed water. Many have said it makes him appear to be swimming in a large pool of milk. In reference to this rare, but admittedly cute sight, the locals have gone to call this Chimera "Shadow Milk"...although because of the beasts' actual nature being one you'd never want to have contact with(at least not long-term) this nickname is associated with naughty behavior to young children.

Vocal Recognition-

In the dead of night people have said to hear a faint cackle, almost Hyena like, alongside the soft chiming of sleigh bells. If one was to ever hear the Heralds cackle it's said that he has drawn his next victim to insanity.

"Fun" Fact-

The Herald of the Eclipse is said to have 4 eyes, but only two real ones. The fake pair are meant to lead its victims into a false sense of security, peering straight into the souls of any poor soul to run into him. It's said that those who stare back for too long have their face and identity permanently stolen by the beast. But if you can point out the real pair, Shadow Milk will ask you to answer one simple question. With a sharp laugh, most have been safely returned to their beds after responding. Is it amusement or annoyance that causes such a reaction from Shadow Milk?

"Identification"- Pure Vanilla

Titles- Bringer of the Shining Moon/ Lord of the Herd

Creature Type- Chimera [Ram /Barn Owl /Mountain Lion]

Nickname History-

Pure Vanilla, or Vanilla for short, is often caught grazing quiet fields owned by farmers and the elderly. But never was he caught chewing on the tall grass or stealing nibbles of berries along the borders. One day, an elderly lady placed her freshly baked Vanilla Bean Pie on her window seal to cool. What she never expected was to return to see the Bringer of Light gently licking the bottom of the pan, having completely devoured the delightful pie. She told her fellow villagers of the news, and many suggested she experiment. Apple, Key Lime, Rhubarb, Pumpkin pies, in hopes to feed the Bringer. But no, none were ever touched. It's like anything but the purest vanilla warded the chimera from feasting. After giving the Lord multiple vanilla bean pies she gave her fellow villagers a hardy laugh, "Nothing but vanilla will satiate the Lord's tongue. Therefore, from now on, my family will only bake pies made of the purest vanilla beans!"

Vocal Recognition-

While no one has directly seen Vanilla make sounds, people swear they've heard the screech and soft hoos' of an owl paired to the gruff grunts of a farm animal while he grazed their fields amongst his ever-growing herd of sheep.

"Fun" Fact-

Every time children would become bedridden from their sickness there's a chance for the Lord of the Herd to appear, his appearance sentencing the child's final day. When he does, he'll calmly lay beside the child's window as still as a statue, like a guardian watching over their babe in a cradle. Without fail the child will pass within the next moonrise, and without fail the people will find a new sheep happily following the Lord field to field. Without fail some have blamed the Bringer for their child's death, and without fail they'd try to take the new lamb from him; it must be their child's soul trapped, awaiting to be returned to their original body....and without fail the chime of bells would mark the last spotting of the grieving family and as fresh lamb blood dripped across their lawn by sunrise.

"Identification"- Star

Titles- Lady of the Full Moon/ Moon Dancer

Creature Type- Chimera [Lunar Moth /Chameleon /Horse]

Vocal Recognition-

Remains unknown but folktale suggest the tremors of the earth to be cause by the vibration of her voice.

Infomation on the third Chimera is heavily Unknown. From meteor showers to miracle appearances that may or may not be related to her, no one actually knows what she looks like or how she acts.

There's only one consistent tale- no rule- to follow when it comes to Moon Dancer

Once a year all 3 moons in the sky will align, signally not only at the end of a year but a grand meeting between the three legendary Chimeras. Out of safety and privacy, all villagers must remain inside that night, for the Moon Dancer requires the utmost respect that its an insult for mortals to even look upon her on such a momentous occasion. Six villagers who have traveled into the night all this fated day have never been seen again, only one object each of the six held tightly was left behind for the people to find.

[scrunglepaws]

Foxes that like each other! With one exception.

[catfirebrand]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Sylvanas Windrunner, High Huntsman of Quel'Thalas and all the lands under Belore, has been dispatched to the territory of Gilneas to hunt the beast or beasts that have terrorized their lands. But the beast is more than Sylvanas and her Rangers were led to believe, and amidst the hunt for a supernatural foe and political intrigue grows ever more dangerous, Jaina Proudmoore appears to be the key that Sylvanas never expected to find.

Did I start a new fic before the last one is finished? Yeah, yeah I did. This beast has been haunting me for years, so. Have fun.