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[lucifers-horror-harem]

👀 can I get Pyramid Head with a litter of kittens?

Of course u can <3 <3 <3

Pyramid Head with a Litter of Kittens would Include:

Kittens? In my Silent Hill? It’s more likely than you think.

Pyramid Head is used to all sorts of creatures inhabiting the Otherworld, but he often finds them to be an annoyance and if they stand in his way he will strike them down, otherwise, he will simply ignore them.

But kittens? They’re so… small… and furry… and vulnerable. There are plenty of vulnerable things Pyramid Head has encountered, but these creatures are so tiny. They are unusual from his normal surroundings that it makes him take a pause for a moment.

He could almost certainly fit them all onto one of his hands if he tried. Though he has to be incredibly careful as to where he moves. He’s a big guy and normally he can just stomp and drag his blade around wherever he wants to, but these creatures are more helpless than he is used to. It makes him almost feel something… perhaps. 

Now if you were with him, he might have a better sense of what to do with these things. He hardly knows how to take care of you, much less a litter of kittens. 

He will leave the care and keeping of them to you, simply watching over your shoulder as he watches you feed them and make sure they’re safe and sound from any creatures that might come along.

If you ask nicely, he might allow you to bring them back to your shared room. Just so long as they don’t distract you from him, of course. 

But that’s thrown out the window immediately as he spends the next few afternoons letting them crawl and play all over him as he just sits contently on the floor.

He is literally that dad that’s like “We’re not adopting an animal and that’s final” and then as soon as he gets them it’s like his new child. Except now Pyramid Head has many children and they are all furry and adorable.

[writingwithcolor]

I'm working on a story in which angels have no set appearances and choose their presented ethnicity based on personal preference and the needs of a situation. I have one character whose adopted parents are rebels and have been banished from angelic society while he remains behind, apprenticed (and essentially captive to) one of the higher-level angels. His mother presented as dark-skinned with natural black hair, while his father presented Caucasian. The younger character (1/2)

has decided to present an appearance that mingles his parents’ presentations, though he favors his mother’s darker skin and black hair. When his mentor realizes he’s imitating his rebel parents, he forbids the child from presenting as black, an order the child defies to stay true to his family. Does this work or does it sound too politicized? Any thoughts would be greatly appreciated. (2/2)

Black/White Mixed Angel, Forced to Not be Black Anymore

Well, it’s definitely politicized and I detect heavy notes of racism, assimilation, and erasure to address. That doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing to write. You should be properly prepared to cover that respectfully and address the problems with what he’s being forced to do. Being Black is his identity now, especially (if) he has lived on earth and has human experiences. Just taking it away ruptures who he is. 

If this isn’t your intent to cover, which it doesn’t seem like, then you should avoid removing his race. If anything, the mentor could forbid him from looking like the mother/father without changing race at all. Black and mixed-race Black people do not all look the same. He could alter his features while still appearing visually Black.

His mother may have a widow’s peak, square jaw, and a particular shade of brown eyes. He may be forced to get rid of the widow’s peak, have darker eyes, a rounder face, etc. Repeat the same with the father’s inherited features. No longer has his father’s slightly bucked teeth and tall, slender body but now he’s got straight teeth and a more stout form. 

I would keep the dark brown skin, by the way, and just alter the features to no longer reflect the parents. Because that’s the mentor’s concern, right? The rebel parents, and not the associated “race” of the angel. 

~Mod Colette

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@kijilinn  (I’m not sure about this one, so don’t be afraid to ask for changes!)

Linn,

 Baby, shit, I didn’t want to wake you, almost did, but you’re so fucking beautiful when you’re asleep. And I know at least when you’re asleep, you have a bit of fucking peace.

 I had another one of those fuckers. Those nightmares that never end. This one was a bit different from the rest.  You were fucking upset with me, you wanted to go out beyond the walls, the little fucker, Deaf, had taken off and you were in a panic.

 Darling, he’s a cat, those little fuckers always come back. They know where their fucking food train is.

 Negan, he’s a kitten, a baby. I need to find him and I’m going.

 And you went, and I couldn’t, wouldn’t?, stop you. And I waited, and waited. Fuck, it seemed like years. I walked out to the Sanctuary entrance. And there you were, chained to the fence, a fucking walker, holding your dead kitten.

 I woke up. Thank fucking god, I woke up, shaking like a fucking leaf. Baby girl, you can fight me on this, but I will not fucking give in. No more outside those walls without me, ever. I can’t stop shaking, Jesus.

 Remember when we first met? I was walking through the lunch room, I spotted you picking through the fresh fruit, a fucking frown on your face.

 Something wrong with our fine fucking selection of fresh fruits, doll?

 Looking up at me, you answered, Well, they’re not very fresh, are they? Do you keep the good ones for your wives?

 Balls, sweetheart, balls, you definitely have them. The looks around the room when you started in, the bread looks moldy, the coffee tastes like sludge. And, the women’s quarters are too drafty, you need more privacy for pregnant and nursing mothers. Also, if you had more security at the back wall, you wouldn’t have so many walker break-ins.  You went on and on. Everyone just staring, Simon tried to fucking shut you up, you having none of it.

 And I didn’t want you to stop. Yes, I took in some of the fuck you said. But mostly I was staring at you, like I was fucking 14 again. Your eyes, so fucking beautiful, shining, so alive. Your voice like music, like a fucking lullaby. I had never met a woman like you, before or after the apocalypse, with such fucking conviction, such fire.

 And we both know, fuck the whole Sanctuary knows, what happened next. I asked you to become one of my wives. It was the slap heard round the fucking world. But you know I don’t ever give up that easy.

 And yes, the rest is fucking history. We both came around, I lost the wives, you lost a bit of the attitude. Damn it darling, I could not fucking love someone more. From the cute way you answer me with movie quotes, to your super hot, and I fucking mean super hot, body, to my many pairs of socks that I will never fucking run out of.

 I tried to find a romantic gift for our anniversary, but shit baby girl, it’s the fucking walker wasteland. But I did find something useful and something for me.

 So enjoy the yarn baby, it’s from something called an alpaca?! Isn’t that like a fucking llama? Anyway, this shit is soft, you could make me some nice fucking socks with it!

 And I will enjoy my little gift. Wear it for me tonight, baby girl? I will enjoy touching every single part of your beyond fucking sexy body. Mmmmhmmm!

 I love you Linn, I hope you realize just how much. I know I don’t always show it in the most romantic ways. But you are my home, my love, my future. And I promise all the fresh fucking fruit that you want.

Always baby, always

Negan

[lucifers-horror-harem]

How about Brahms playing hide and seek and not getting caught? 😏 as smutty as you like.

Oooooo I love it, thanks for the prompt! <3

Warnings for Smutty scenarios ahead <3

Brahms Heelshire Playing Hide and Seek with his S/O would Include:

Brahms is the king of hide and seek. Mostly because he’s a brat and hides in the walls where you’ll never be able to find him. And just when you think you’ve pinpointed him? That little shit scuttles away before you can catch him. 

Get ready to hear the laughter of the boy as he watches you grow more and more frustrated, to the point where you eventually give up and ignore his playful taunts.

Well, it’s no fun if you’re not playing, and that simply can’t do.

Brahms comes up with a new idea, that you should hide and he’ll find you. You can tell by the way he suggests this idea that he’s up to no good. He towers over you, leaning in a bit too closely, softly giggling as he asks, “Pretty please, Y/N. It will be fun, I promise.”

Perhaps against your better judgment (and because you can’t say no when he puts on his cutesy act), you accept. He already has a home-field advantage due to his knowledge of the Heelshire mansion inside and out, so you’re certain he will have a good idea of where you’re hiding.

As he counts down from a hundred in a sing-song voice, you haul ass through the mansion until you find a storage room filled with so much junk that he couldn’t possibly find you easily in there. You crawl under some old tables and chairs, various holiday decorations in boxes strewn about, and hide behind a heavy wooden chest with your back against the wall. 

You think it’s a very clever decision. That is until you realize he is essentially on the hunt for you, and you are trapped in a very cramped space.

As your chest tightens, your breathing stilled as you attempt to listen for him, all you could think about was how these sorts of situations usually get him… riled up. And almost as if he could read your thoughts, a whisper permeated the silence.

“Found you.” Only his voice isn’t that of the boy, it’s the deep, guttural desire of the man. 

You can barely react as he lunges at you from out of a hidden panel in the wall beside you, pinning you to the floor as he pants heavily above you. Your hands are held above your head, the evidence of his arousal firm against your thigh. His eyes behind the mask frantically take the sight of you in as he decides what he is to do with you next. Finally, he asks, “Where is my prize for winning?”

In the heat of the moment and in such cramped quarters, not much can be done, but if you allow him, it doesn’t take him much longer to rut against you for him to get his release. His cold mask will dig into your shoulder as he shudders in ecstasy, whimpering as he clutches you tightly to him, not allowing you to escape.

Expect lots of lazy nuzzling afterward. Poor baby tuckered himself out. Granted you’re trapped underneath him and stuck pressed up against a wooden chest so it’s not like you can move but it’s still a nice moment anyways. Even if he is heavy.

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Brahms with a new sitter who brings her own records to play on the victrola and dances with the doll.

eeeeee sweet baby boy brahms <3

Being Brahms’ New Nanny and Playing the Victrola Would Include:

When your new employer informed you of her son’s enjoyment of music and that they own an old fashioned Victrola, you brought your records along with you, eager to share your music with the child you would be a caregiver to and filling the house with your favorite songs.

But when you arrived and were introduced to their son Brahms, he wasn’t what you expected at all. He was a small porcelain doll, one you were expected to treat like a normal child. You had to follow the strict rules and routine set for him while the Heelshires were away, and while you found it all a bit odd you didn’t want to seem rude so you kept quiet and nodded at everything they said. 

Once they left, you felt conflicted about your job. While it was strange they wanted you to take care of this doll, you were getting paid well for it so you saw no harm in indulging them. Even though they would never know what you did or didn’t do with the doll, you found more company in keeping it with you rather than leaving it alone somewhere. 

The only time that felt truly normal was during Brahm’s “Music Appreciation” time. While Mrs. Heelshire had told you he was very particular about his music and only enjoyed classical and opera pieces, you felt it wouldn’t truly be music appreciation if he listened to the same kinds of music all the time. Besides, he was a doll and would not mind switching it up every once in a while. 

Unbeknownst to you, the real Brahms Heelshire was confined in the walls of the mansion, watching closely over every move you made. He was pleased by how much you cared for the doll, imagining himself in your sweet embrace instead. But the new music was a bit of a shock to his system. 

You had brought in genres he had never heard or experienced before, and depending on the music he will either fall in love or hate it. Anything Rock or Alternative sets him off a bit for being too harsh, but anything lighter is more palatable for him so he isn’t as upset.

Some of your records that he doesn’t like will be misplaced the next morning. Don’t worry, you’ll eventually get them back. That’s just his non-confrontational way of getting you to do what he wants. 

The thing that will tug at him the most though is when you dance along with the doll during softer songs. Hearing you hum along, gently caressing the doll, and cooing it as you spin around with it in your arms drives him up the wall. Not that he hates it, what he hates is that he can’t be the one in your arms. He wants you to hold him tenderly and hum sweetly in his ear. 

Eventually, it will grow too much for him and he will have to reveal himself to you. But for now, he is content just watching you dance with the doll as he builds up his courage to do so.