21/WHY ARE A BUNCH OF RANDOM WOMEN FOLLOWING ME?!?!?!
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. . . more characters to come as I post more!!
-Chito
just started watching invincible and-
WOW, THESE TWO ARE HOT! I sure hope there are fanfics of these two-
none.
oh? But what’s this?
ANOTHER HOT GUY! AND APPARENTLY THE FANDOM LOVES HIM!
golly! There surely be some fanfiction of him
None.
i’m gonna fucking kms
I love this au! It gives a different perspective on what could’ve happened and it’s beautifully written!
Out of all of the Drax brothers, Raph is the one who has the most beef with April, he DESPISES her at first! Mainly because she took his spot as Donnie's oldest sibling, how dare she??? Raph's protective older brother instincts has a tendency to cause him to catastrophize about how Donnie is being treated by his family, and he's convinced that his poor helpless little brother is absolutely being horrifically abused! But for some reason Donnie doesn't realize that April is obviously not good for him, so Raph can't be too mean to her because then Donnie gets upset. Hopefully one day Donnie'll see reason and return home to his real family... 😔
Yandere vampire rottmnt au concept/idea
A rottmnt au that popped up in my head (romantic)
Warning: Mentions of violence, blood, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, kidnapping (I do not condone this behavior in real life. I Do not condone anyone to do any of these actions in real life. this is only for entertainment purposes only.
I don’t normally do character x reader writing (mostly because I’m not great at it) I mostly do character x oc stuff.
However I got a random idea for yan vampire turtles au idea?
Thought about this a day or two ago and got some great ideas on discord. Saying thank you and Crediting at @lexiechr and @astral--horrorshow for inspiring some of my ideas!
Reader is an upcoming mystery thriller novel writer seeking inspiration for the next book they want to write who moves into the local village far, far away from the city.
Reader Hear legends about vampires and decided they want to stay a little while longer to write their novel and see what All the fuss is about and one night while they are out and about on some late night errand.
The turtles (separately) spot them and instantly fell in love with their personality, the way their eyes sparkle with emotions and the way they spoke. Making them want to make reader their bride. To love and to cherish them in their castle for the rest of eternity no matter who gets in the way. Suddenly reader notices strange things occurring around them that are quite hard to ignore.
- a local bookkeeper reader was talking to the other day? Suddenly disappears and is later found in the river. The only calling card being the turtles family name emblem carved into the bookeepers flesh. A dire warning to stay away.
- The turtles visiting reader outside their cozy cottage at night, talking with them. Trying to sweet talk them into letting them in and being theirs with equally sweet promises of love and anything reader desires. Though reader is clever enough to not let them in.
- the villagers suddenly being extra nice to reader. Offering them free things to them, letting them have special privileges, life is made easier for them. It’s very confusing to reader, but the villagers know they have to unless the turtles decide to go after them.
Reader, after another string of vampire based murders and disappearances, does their research on each of the turtles and discovers more information about them based on the emblem. Wandering into the local library one late evening and finding a book on them.
The turtles are a bloodline of vampires that dated back for many years.
- Raphael, dubbed as the brawn’s of his brothers and the most feared by the town. Actively known to hunt down and brutally maul people and livestock. Occasionally steals soft things like fabrics and plushies. However he is the only one recorded to have actually spared some peoples life
- Leonardo, the charmer. Everyone in town knows his tricks, he charms and flirts with his victims before delivering the finale blow. Has been known to enter the local tavern when it’s not busy, or even steal from local tailors and jewelers to buy new shiny expensive things to add to his collection or himself.
- Donatello the mad scientist. The second most feared. His methods are simple, grab and torture his prey with his experiments in his laboratory. Villagers will not hesitate to give him the things he needs and or wants for his inventions. Leaving them outside their homes at night in an effort to get him to leave them alone.
- Mikey the artist, he will use his victims blood to decorate the streets with messages to taunt those who don’t give him what he wants. Sweet but not unwilling to cause mass chaos. Every craft store and bakery will always find something missing by morning, and sometimes he will leave different paintings on the walls of the town as a reward for their offerings.
Then, reader leaves the library that night, they are kidnapped by the turtles (separately) and brought back to their castle to be their partner for life. Promising to make them immortal, to give them all the love and joy they possibly can and making the clear vow that they won’t escape them.
However reader is clever and determined to find their way out. Even if it means playing along for now.
- Forcing themselves to Cuddle with raph and accepting his gifts and tokens of affection
- letting Leonardo shower them in compliments, dolling them up in silks and jewels while they compliment him on his attributes
- listening to Donnie speak of his inventions and praising his genius no matter how diabolical it may seem
- painting with Mikey, eating all the treats and snacks he makes them while he paints their portrait
The ultimate sacrifice for reader, other than their freedom, is to let the turtles have a taste of their blood and agreeing to be their partner for life. The turtles (separately) are much more gentle with reader, or at least they try to be.
- they’ll make sure reader comfortable. Each turtle (separately) will praise them for being brave and shower reader with compliments, cuddles, gifts after they finish. Soft blankets, their favorite snack or comfort food, a nice warm bath scented with flowers. Name it and reader can have it so long as the turtles get a taste.
Each yan vampire turtle has a different wing in their castle. Each with a specific set of theme colors and decor. Each place being huge, full of secrets for reader to uncover and secret entrances for them to potentially use so long as they don’t get caught.
Leonardo’s wing = Soft blues. Golds and silvers. Jewels encrusted everywhere you go, silks arranged around as if you were walking through a kings palace. So many drapes and screens that make it very Easy to hide what isn’t meant to be see. All the jewels and fine clothes for him to dress reader in. To shower them with compliments and sweet promises, making sure that his beloved will never want to go looking for the secret passages in the castle
Donatellos wing of the palace = Reader never dares to get to deep into his Lab, lest they find the many remains of the missing villagers turned into something sick and twisted. Donatello prefers to keep his beloved partner close to his side, showering them with endless gadgets and gizmos to impress them. Keep them distracted and their interest away from his sources of food and morbid curiosity that would put victor Frankenstein to shame.
Raphael’s wing = His halls are expansive, almost never ending. A place for the brute of the vampire brothers to wander at ease, lest his rage be incited. Rooms full of soft things and others full of little objects he collects. Objects he will gladly show and shower reader with if it means they’ll stay with him as his bride for all eternity.
Mikey’s wing = All down the halls, throughout every room reader will find art of all kinds. All of which he painted, sculpted and crafted himself with delicate yet skilled hands. He will spoil the, with all the beautiful sights and delicious smells. How can they search for the secret corridors out if they’re too distracted by Mikey’s art and him forcing them to sit for another portrait or sculpture? Or making them try all the fine delicious foods and drinks?
Most of the time reader is able to get alone time, which would be when they leave at night. Though occasionally one will stay behind to watch them, reader mostly spends their time in the ornate guest room or exploring the shadowy halls of the old castle.
Using their clever mystery novelist mind to come up with plans of escape. Writing down things about their captors and potential routes of escape in a journal they keep under a floorboard beneath their bed.Reader is kept in the highest point in the castle. That Overlooks the village and forested mountains below. Reader can only see their freedom from a distance while they bide their time.
Now, if reader managed to escape? All hell would break loose. Reader running for their life and packing any important belongings to get out of town while the loud roars and shouts of the turtles don’t linger too far behind.
- Raphael wouldn’t hesitate to reign destruction upon the village in a blind panic rage. Demanding his beloved be returned to him unless this whole town gets stomped down to the ground.
- Leonardo who is portaling to every corner of the town and nearby woods to get his beloved home safely or even threatening to portal the villagers into the gator infested swamps and wolf infested forests unless someone spills the details.
- Donatello who actively starts torturing people until someone gives him answers on where his darling went to
- Mikey who is literally using his powers to tear apart houses and farms looking for his lover
No place is left unturned, and it wouldn’t shock reader if the villagers came hunting after them to bring them back or snitched about their where about’s and to be honest, reader couldn’t blame them either.
Once and if reader is brought back to them, they are never let out of their sight if they can help it. If reader wasn't smothered before, they’ll definitely be smothered now and the wedding date will be bumped up closer from a year to a few months time.
Anyways, that’s just my random take on it. Hope you guys enjoy!
Yandere outlaw turtles and sheriff reader au
Another rottmnt au that popped up in my head (romantic)
Warning: Mentions of violence, blood, murder, weapons, alcohol unhealthy relationships, manipulation, kidnapping (do not condone this behavior in real life. this is only for entertainment purposes only)
I don’t normally do character x reader writing (mostly because I’m not great at it) I mostly do character x oc stuff.
Gonna say, thanks @lexiechr for inspiring some of my ideas!
So…I rewatched the movie rango….and I’ve been seeing the cowboy turtles au going around and rattlesnake jake, one of the Antagonists in rango, is feeding into my brainrot
Yan outlaw turtles with a newly appointed sheriff reader after they defeat some criminal and are made sheriff.
Basically reader lives out in the old west, on a nice ranch with their cattle surrounded by the wide open spaces alongside their trusted steed and two loyal canine companions.
After catching a well known criminal for the town, albeit by accident, they are appointed as the new Sheriff of the town.
Slowly, reader begins Learning the ropes along the way. From tracking crooks down to learning a variety of methods like archery and even some tricks with herbs to catch and bring back criminals.
As they continue their duties as protector of the town, they start to hear rumors about a band of out laws known as the hamato brothers. Turtle mutants that are deadly criminals with an extensive record of robberies, murders, arsons, tortures etc. you name it.
Reader, in over their head and with no other options, ends up being thrown into conflict when the turtles (separately) end up coming into town to cause chaos. Stealing, scaring and harassing everyone ect. And reader is doing their best to stop them.
When the person who raised reader gets hurt by one of the turtles, reader. Just goes quiet. No more mild panic, just silence.
Slowly turning their head to look directly at the turtles. Everything seems to fall silent as they slowly walk towards them. Boots jingling and pistol, containing the last bullet, clutched tightly in their hand.
Reader just Calmly walks up to them. All the while the turtles are mocking them, basically saying ‘you ain’t got the nerve to shoot’ and reader just stares them down keeps the gun pointed at them with their figure apply the tiniest amount of pressure as a silent warning and says ‘try me’ with zero hesitation.
In that moment, seeing the sheer bravery of this new sheriff, the turtles (separately) fell head over heels for reader. Reader forces these guys to get out of town and a celebration is held In readers honor.
However for weeks after, reader notices odd things. All of the sudden, other crooks they’re supposed to bring back to town comply instantly. no chasing, no gun fights, no cursing. Hell one of the guys even confessed to everything. When reader would press them as to why they were going so easy on them…they just say because there are some more powerful criminals out there who promised not to chop them up if they did.
Whenever reader does see the turtles. They never get the chance to fight, or at least can’t due to doing the right thing if no crimes are being committed. Reader is given dozens of gifts (most defiantly stolen off someone or a lot of people), flirted with and promised a life of love, luxury and adventure if they’ll ride off into the sunset with them. Gifts and letters left on the doorstep of her ranch and some of her ranch chores already miraculously done before they wake.
Reader notices a lot of the people who would talk with them, or are close to her suddenly go missing or come up dead. All with the same calling card, a note written in blood stating ‘for those who try and take whats mine’
To say the least, reader is terrified, but determined as hell to protect their town.
So, reader makes sure to get as much information as possible. Especially after they nearly get kidnapped by the turtles (once again, separately) one evening after patrolling the outskirts of town.
They question everyone they can, from the mayor to the arsonist awaiting trial. And they accumulate a good catalogue of knowledge on the turtles.
They live out near the forested mountain area where the plains fade into pine forests and rocky cliffs inside of an old ranch that they conned a wealthy rancher into giving them. Acres for them to hide stolen goods, cattle and hell even bodies they don’t want found.
Raphael - most notorious from town to town. Victims of his crime sprees are always found beaten to a pulp. Bones broken, face unrecognizable. Primary and expert cattle thief. Herds of cattle missing, wrestles bulls albeit tenderly with zero effort to get them to go where he wants them to. No criminal or person wants piss him off, out fear for their lives.
Leonardo - a true manipulator. A con artist with deadly accuracy. There is no situation he can’t weasel himself out in and out of. However if manipulating the smuggler or bank teller into giving him what he wants, he can always just portal them into a bears den or pit of rattlesnakes if they prefer not to cooperate? Or he’ll just have to start chopping off limbs if- oh? They want to talk now? Well that’s just peachy~
Donatello - a doctor with a level of knowledge and skill that no one wants to mess with. Torture and experimentation can and will be on his list of options when it comes to getting what he wants. An expert in trade and all things related to chemicals, machinery that can be sold and traded in. Plus he knows everything there is to know about banks and how they work, plus he will test if the moonshine they stole or were ‘generously granted’ is worth the price. If it isn’t well….run for the hills
Michelangelo - expert thief. No roads, bakery’s, art museums or galleries are safe from him. Most of his victims get strung up, left for buzzards to pick at with At with taunting messages. Bakeries and the craft store give him things for free, no charge in bundles or hell, even the all the stock if it means they get to go on another day unscathed. Another expert in manipulation, he’ll be sweet until he decides other methods will have to be used, he thinks often times poisoning food is a good method to get someone to do as he says.
Reader keeps this information in the back of their mind at all times. Making sure to exploit their weakness in an effort to make sure nothing happens to anyone in their town. Up until the point the turtles literally threaten to blow the town up into dust unless reader agrees to come live with them and agree to be their spouse in nine month time. Which leaves reader with only two options.
Take the risk. Call their bluff and tell them no or…agree and save the town from destruction and doom
Reader, after careful contemplation and realizing that The turtles aren’t really bluffing, decides to sacrifice themselves for the safety of the townsfolk.
Another thing reader notes is that, even if they manage to disarm the explosives, they are screwed anyways. The turtles know where they live, sleep, and who they care about the most.
Reader knows Kidnapping is not above the turtles and if reader rides out save their loved one, how will they know if it’s a trap and their loved one is dead?
The risk is just to great.
So, much to readers dismay, they are forced to go with them.
Dread in their eyes standing next to their trusty horse carrying their belongings. their two trusty canine companions at their side. Slowly showing the turtles their silver engraved gun and badge before dropping both to the ground as way of saying ‘fine. You win. But don’t you dare hurt these people’
When reader gets back to the turtles ranch, they just go off into the guest room to cry. But still, there’s still an ounce of determination in the sheriff. If they have to act like a doting partner who accepts the turtles for their diabolical crimes then so be it. But they won’t break readers spirit.
If that means letting raph cuddle them and sit with him while he tends to the dozens of cattle they have stolen from other farmers? then reader will sit there and bottle feed a lamb, calf or foal and let him gush over how cute they are.
If that means allowing leo to give them dresses and jewels while settled across his lap while he brags about the jeweler he killed and whispers sweet affectionate words to them? then reader will just settle there quietly. Occasionally complimenting his confidence and strength.
Sitting out back in the shed with donnie while he works on different types of poisons, gadgets and maps for the next wave of crimes that they could commit. Complimenting his genius and the gifts he makes for reader while he absentmindedly pressed kisses to their temple and bragged about his invention
Willing to Riding out with Mikey to let him paint reader and painting with him under the stars with a picnic of food if it means preventing him from running another wagon off the paths.
All the while reader just sit backs and plots. Plots and awaits the right opportunity, maybe a month or two before the wedding to escape.
With the outlaw au turtles, when reader tried to escape at first. It was in the middle of the night, takes their dogs and their horse and just rides off into the hills towards the nearest settlement through the woods. Sending the turtles (separately) into a panic when they realize their beloved fiancé is not in bed.
and Literally from night to the early hours of the morning is all chaos for everyone around until reader is eventually caught and brought back to them. Burning buildings, civilian casualties, ect.
And when reader is brought back, the turtles (separately) decide it bust to make the wedding date sooner rather than later. Keeping their beloved under watchful eyes so they can keep them safe and closebye. Making sure to do everything possible to coax reader to love them back and accept their new life.
This is adorable
Hello there 😈😈 I am in a silly goofy mood😘
Have any of y’all seen that couple meme going around the “kiss here” meme???? It’s kinda cute-
Can I ask that for the rise boys??? P L E A S E
Thanks boo 😘😘
Bae I’m assuming you mean the tiktok filter and I am so sorry if I’m getting it wrong 😭😭
also I hope you mind I took the chance to practice sketching the turtles because I think this is soooo cute!!! <3
ROTTMNT x Reader
Rise! Leo, Mikey, Raph, Donnie x reader (separately)
‘Kiss Here’ filter
Fluff! :D gn reader, romantic, hc + drawings!!!
Leo
- “sure, why not?”
- He doesn’t see any reason not to, esp if you really want to
- “Ugh, boriiing.”
- ^ is what he would say no matter where it lands but still do it obvi
- “maybe you should do it again…you know, get something more interesting.”
Mikey
- probably wants to do it more than you do when you ask him
- says yes at least 5x
- does not care where it lands at all. I mean, it’s not like there’s an inch of your face he hasn’t already kissed.
- “Ok, ok! My turn!”
Raph
- doesn’t really get it, but would do anything to make you happy
- he would dip his hand into a batch of hot coals and crush them into a diamond if you asked him too
- he’s nervous for some reason???
- thinks it’s very cute tho even if doesn’t get the point
Donnie
- he really doesn’t get it
- If you want a kiss, why not just ask? why does some stupid filter decide where he kisses you?
- but…I guess, if you really want to do it. Fine.
- “you want me to kiss your eye?” “Not me, D, the filter.” “Sigh. Ok.”
- overall thinks it’s pointless but wtv if it makes you happy
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have mercy I am very much a writer first 🏃♀️🧎♀️
...Cotl x Rottmnt- HEAR ME OUT-- Okay okay, so I don't know if any of my followers know the game Cult of the Lamb (or is obsessed with it like I am currently) but now that I've gotten post-game and are starting to collect the bishops- It gave me an idea for an au where the turtles were Bishops/Gods. This also can be classified as inspiration to @m0nster-fluffer's deity au- So regarding the lore of Cotl, I don't think it would follow the same path (no hidden/trapped fifth bishop cause then that means yeeting April to the shadow realm)- but instead the turtles simply exist in their own lands of faith. Raph- The Red Crown, Bishop of Destruction and Nurturing. His realm has a permanent blood moon hanging in the dark skies, casting a red light over the dense but scarred forests of his home. Followers of the Red Crown live a fairly peaceful life, so long as they stay on Raph's good side. As caring as he may be, he does still have a short fuse- and the spread-out areas of debris tell give that warning well.
Donnie- The Purple Crown, Bishop of Knowledge and Insanity. This one is pretty obvious. Donnie's realm has all the libraries, records, scholars- anything and everything academic and helpful towards learning about the world they live in. His followers tend to be the most academic and wise, which may have them act above the followers of the other Bishops. But knowledge, as much as it can help- can also severely damage a person. Not everyone is ready to hear the truth. Leo- The Blue Crown, Bishop of Deception and Passion. Love can be both a wonderful and awful thing- depending on the person. And well, when it comes to the Blue Crown- it's all just a fun game. He takes amusement in watching the mortal affairs of his followers, sometimes intervening to spice things up- for better or worse. His realm is much calmer physically, but it is hard to know who to trust. In the land of a Bishop made for deceit, who knows if his followers follow the same path? Mikey- The Orange Crown, Bishop of Creativity and Chaos. This young god is always full of energy, and his land reflects his artistic skills perfectly. There is never a dull place in his realm, never a dreary or plain color. Yet at the same time, nothing is ever the same. One moment a devotion shrine is splattered with different colors, the next it is painted perfectly. His realm is ever changing, nothing ever in complete order. His followers, although a bit overwhelmed with the forever changing landscape, do share the same creative traits- if more on a calmer level. I don't know if I'll actually make something of this, but this was just a fun little idea that I wanted to share--
Masterlists
(New place where all the masterlists will go)
Alien vs Predator (Edited: 7/24/23)
Arknights (Edited: 4/11/23)
Arcane (Edited: 10/9/23)
Assassination Classroom (Edited: 5/20/23)
Beastars (Edited: 5/29/23)
Bendy and The Ink Machine (Edited: 4/21/23)
Bioshock (Edited: 9/6/23)
Black Butler (Edited: 4/11/23)
Blue Exorcist (Edited: 4/21/23)
Borderlands (Edited: 4/11/23)
The Boys (Edited: 4/18/23)
Call of Duty (Edited: 8/30/23)
Cookie Run (Edited: 5/11/23)
Cult of the Lamb (Edited: 4/11/23)
Cuphead (Edited: 6/21/23)
Danganronpa (Edited 4/11/23)
DC Comics (Edited: 10/17/23)
Dead by Daylight (Edited: 9/16/23)
Death Note (Edited: 4/11/23)
Demon Slayer (Edited: 4/11/23)
Detroit: Become Human (Edited: 9/3/23)
The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. (Edited: 4/21/23)
Disney (Edited: 5/28/23)
Don't Starve (Edited: 4/11/23)
DOOM (Edited: 4/21/23)
Elder Scrolls (Edited: 10/10/23)
Fear and Hunger (Edited: 10/6/23)
Five Nights at Freddy's (1) (Edited: 7/28/23) (2) (Edited: 10/14/23)
Gears/Gears of War (Edited: 10/11/23)
Genshin Impact (Edited: 6/3/23)
Halo (Edited: 9/25/23)
Halo RvB (Edited: 9/25/23)
Happy Tree Friends (Edited: 4/11/23)
Homestuck/Hiveswap (Edited: 10/15/23)
How To Train Your Dragon (Edited: 9/8/23)
Identity V (1) (Edited: 4/11/23) (2) (Edited: 4/11/23)
Invader Zim (Edited: 4/11/23)
The Last of Us (Edited: 5/5/23)
Left 4 Dead (Edited: 4/11/23)
Madness Combat (Edited: 9/7/23)
Marvel (Edited: 10/13/23)
Mortal Kombat (Edited: 10/16/23)
My Hero Academia (Edited: 4/21/23)
My Little Pony (Edited: 6/5/23)
Mystic Messenger (Edited: 4/11/23)
Naruto (Edited: 6/23/23)
Ninjago (Edited: 9/15/23)
Nintendo (Edited: 10/14/23)
Obey Me! (Edited: 4/11/23)
Outlast (Edited: 7/21/23)
Overwatch (Edited: 10/15/23)
Pirates of The Caribbean (Edited: 4/11/23)
Pokemon (Edited: 6/22/23)
Portal (Edited: 4/11/23)
Puss In Boots (Edited: 5/6/23)
Random Hybrid HCs (to be merged) (Edited: 4/11/23)
Resident Evil (Edited: 10/16/23)
Rick and Morty (Edited: 8/17/23)
SCP (Edited: 4/11/23)
Silent Hill (Edited: 10/17/23)
Slashers (Edited: 8/24/23)
Small HCs/Concepts (Edited: 4/11/23)
Sonic The Hedgehog (Edited: 5/7/23)
South Park (Aged Up) (Edited: 6/28/23)
Spooky Month (Edited: 4/21/23)
Star Wars (10/3/23)
Steven Universe (Edited: 4/21/23)
Team Fortress 2 (Edited: 5/19/23)
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Edited: 9/10/23)
Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun (Edited: 4/11/23)
Transformers (Edited: 10/12/23)
Twisted Wonderland (Edited: 4/11/23)
Uncategorized Fics (Edited: 6/21/23)
Undertale/Deltarune (Edited: 4/11/23)
Voltron: Legendary Defender (Edited: 5/27/23)
Yandere OC Concepts (Edited: 10/3/23)
Main OCs (Edited: 4/11/23)
Xenophobic (Story) (Edited: 4/11/23)
Worse Than Zombies (Story) (Edited: 4/11/23)
Yandere Halloween Event 2021 (Edited: 4/11/23)
Yandere Halloween Event 2022 (Edited 4/11/23)
Never knew I needed this till I needed this
List of Vocal Sounds for Smut
I present to you a - probably quite incomplete, I’m sure I’m missing a lot of speech sounds - reference list and a bit of a guideline for the different ways one can describe the sounds your characters make whilst writing smut. I’ll definitely be referring to it, because I sometimes get stuck on exactly how to describe a particular noise. (aka, “he can’t groan again, he just groaned last paragraph”)
Sounds (noun, both independently and describing speech): breath/breathe, gasp, moan, groan, pant, whimper, whine, shout, yelp, hiss, grunt, cry, scream, shriek, sob, growl, curse, sound, sigh, hum, noise, squeak, snarl, howl, roar, mewl, wail, choke, keen, purr
Sounds (noun, describing speech): rasp, husk, drawl, plea, murmur, whisper, beg
Descriptors (adjective): loud, hushed, quiet, low, high, high-pitched, little, tiny, soft, deep, unrestrained, restrained, strained, breathy, rough, sudden, short, drawn-out, sharp, harsh, hard, thick, smooth, thin, heavy, impassioned, insistent, hungry, passionate, repeated, filthy, debauched, sweet, slow, deliberate, guttural, languid, surprised, husky, distracted, happy, pleased, satisfied, wordless, cut-off, bitten-off, contented, hoarse, extended, long, depraved, aching, choked, strangled, broken, helpless, shuddering, shaky, trembling, urgent, needy, desperate, wanton, shattered, pained, eager
Combine a descriptor and a sound for best effect - for example, “needy moan,” “pleased hum,” or “sudden scream.” You can even use two: “low, rough grunt,” “sweet little cry,” “desperate, filthy noise,” as long as you don’t repeat a word that means the same thing, unless you really want to emphasize it. Avoiding repetition is pretty key here. You don’t usually want to say “hushed, quiet gasp” except on rare occasions when it’s very important how soft the sound was.
Use your own common sense, as well; some sounds and descriptors don’t generally work well together. “Deliberate shriek” probably wouldn’t work well, and neither would “languid grunt,” but again, this is all very situational - play around! Have fun.
Feel free to add to my lists, use for your reference or pass them around. It would be fun to see a randomized generator made, too, I’m just too lazy to do it myself. ;)
Lol be careful! He gets the zoomies pretty easily and likes to attack peoples ankles.
Umm… would you like to meet my kitten named Thor?
Red won't let anyone else hold him >:(
What if we get a scene with the two of them?
Nature vs Nurture
The one who created Mk
Vs
The one who raised him
She's trying to tell Mk that he was made for destruction.
He's trying to tell Mk that he was raised to be good and care about people.
And poor Mk, stuck in between, still glitching, loving the power but not loving the pain that comes with it.
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For more angst, imagine he doesn't pick Pigsy.
What if eposode 9 ended a little differently? Welcome to "Macaque's Apprentice" AU
[WIP]
So… I’ve been listening Billy Kametz sing Fresh Prince of Bel-Air for one hour and a half while making this yesterday… I want to continue this but I got other WIPs to work on. Maybe when I feel like it.
Manifesting monkes dynamic
✨Here you go guys,what you all been waiting for baby macaque!💕
FACTS: this special pocket monkey comes out white and curly and ears very sensitive once it gets older he'll start to shed and darken. when really distress they'll chirp and squeak in the same time, this little pocket monkey needs more maintaining with its long fur it could get Tangled if not brushed or groomed once in awhile and especially after play time.
That's all the facts I got if you guys want to throw an idea out there too I'd love to hear it. and if you guys want to you can draw the AU , you don't need to ask to do it🌸
Them's the facts
Hi! I love your art and au! I keep coming back to see if there is anything new! I do have a question about macaque's back story. In the back story, there is mention of him getting married a few times and having children. Who are his children and were they involved in JTTW? Has wukong met them? Are they also immortal or have they passed on? (( sorry this is super long! Keep being amazing!!))
Oooh that's a good question✨
Your question gave me an idea.💡
A lot of his children didn't get to make it all the way. they died from old age or natural causes here and there, but the ones who were fully demon get to live a little longer but they died of old demon age anyways. but I'm sure Wukong got to meet one of them for his master was sick and needed help and there was a medicine demon who was old but gentle and kind like his mother and father, who looked a bit like mac. It was life-threatening but his master made it with a clean bill of health, Wukong was eternally grateful for this old demon who saved his master and remember him fondly when he is reminiscing of good old days that just how lucky was he to meet that Old Demon.😌
Bonus: headcanons
In some of his past marriages his Partners couldn't have kids of Their own. Either because they couldn't conceive children and the magic of the river couldn't work because of it or they weren't born with the right parts. SooO he offered to do it for them.
He's such a good husband💕
I found some old sketches that I thought I should Draw them out✨
I wasn't sure where I was going with this, cuz I didn't write anything down. I think I wanted to do a little mini-fic but I'd never made one before, so I thought "if I sketch it out first I'd probably have an idea" but never finished. It was supposed to be a sad fic. anyways Here you go💙
Oh, poor secondhand pocket Monkie😭
Time for something cute again
✨🙏Praise the Chonk🙌✨😚
amnesia rules is how the rest of the crew find about maq and the twins (macaque could have tried to stop him but this is the first time hes seen swk happy in so long and he is weak)
the idea for this was solidly @animemoonprincess ‘s and its been stuck in my head for two months
Title: Scorched Earth.
A Grab Bag For A Very Lovely Anonymous Commissioner.
Pairing: Yandere!Warrior x Reader.
Word Count: 1.3k.
TW: Unhealthy Relationships, Mentions of War/Death, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, and Kidnapping.
You saw the torchlight hours before he reached your cottage.
Bright and brilliant, a red stain ebbing through the trees and bleeding into the dark sky. The forest was dense, the canopy stifling, yet somehow, the light he and his soldiers carried was awful enough to pierce through it all, to burn away every behind them and fill the open air with thick, choking smoke. You could’ve tried to flee, it wasn’t as if you couldn’t guess what was coming for you, but you didn’t keep a horse, and you knew better than to stave off the inevitable. He’d catch you, no matter how far you ran, no matter how many times you refused him. He’d promised as much, the first time he declared that you’d be his.
Rather than escape, you stayed where you were, perched on the rotting wooden steps leading up to your door and watching the oncoming flare. His scouts, dressed in black and prone to circling your meager home like vultures, reached you before he did, then sergeants, piling in by the dozen, well-armed and jeering and carrying his insignia with a sort of heady arrogance. Finally, he emerged from the growth, surrounded by his lieutenants and mounted on a sleek, grey steed larger than any you’d ever seen before. He was a far cry from how you’d seen him last – his bandages gone, his pitch-black hair grown down to his shoulders, the rags you’d been able to lend him traded out for shining armor clean enough to catch the torchlight and glow scarlet. A great-sword sat at his hip, two more curved blades crossed over his back, but you couldn’t seem to find much joy in his fortune. Not when you’d soon be counted among one of his many, many precious things.
As he dismounted, the movements practiced to the point of thoughtlessness, you rose to meet him, hyper-aware that this would likely be the last time you’d be able to stand on equal ground. “Wren.”
It wasn’t his name. You’d misheard him, the first time you asked; made what you could out of the slurred syllables he’d been able to spit out and never found the time to look back. Even when he started to recover, when he was able to hold onto consciousness for longer than a minute at a time and more than just your clumsy stitching held the jagged cut stretching from his shoulder to his hip shut, he always failed to correct you. His real name – Wyvern, given to him as an unknown orphan after he slayed his namesake and delivered its head to a king who’d let him massacre armies and rampage through the countryside as he pleased – was something you had to learn the day he left, the day he told you who he was and why you’d found him bleeding out in a stream all those months ago. He’d asked you to come with him, back to the castle, and through tears, you’d told him that you wouldn’t have helped him if you’d known you were saving the life of a murderer. He’d tried to kiss you, and you slapped him and told him to get out of your cottage.
It wasn’t his name, but he smiled like it was, taking a step toward you. His soldiers started to close in, but he held up a hand, keeping them at bay. “Beloved.” It was a familiar petname. It used to make you blush, stammer, want to make flower crowns and kick your feet and learn to play some ridiculous stringed instrument. Now, it just made your stomach turn, your vision dim at the edges with rage. “I’m sorry I took so long to return to you. I had to gather a few friends – thought you should meet the future guests of our wedding.”
There was cheer from his soldiers, a flash of a grin from Wren. You stiffened, squaring your shoulders, but he remained unaffected, his expression only softening as you forced yourself to respond. “I meant what I said. I could never love a man with blood on his hands.”
If he heard you over the milling of his soldiers, the crackling of his torches and the distant sounds of the forest’s nightlife, he clearly wasn’t listening. Rather he closed the remaining space between you and him and took you in his arms. Your feet were off the ground in a moment, your chest against his chest in another, being spun idly as he let out a throaty laugh. “God,” he sighed, when he finally came to a stop. The sharp corners of his plated armor dug into your skin at odd angles, and his hold on your waist was tight enough to bruise. You’d had to ask him to be gentle before, to mind his inhuman strength when he touched you, but it was a lesson he just couldn’t seem to take to heart. “I missed the sound of your voice. I’ll have to take you with me on my next campaign - I don’t know if I could stand to leave you at court for all that time.”
“Put me down,” you hissed, hitting his shoulders with as much force as you could manage. He abided you, but didn’t let go of you – just moving his hold from your hips to your hands, taking them in his own before you had time to pull away.
“I couldn’t. I absolutely couldn’t. Most of the knights are absolute bastards, and you’re too sweet – they’d try to take you for themselves in a heartbeat. No, I can’t let you out of my sight for a moment, can I?” He paused, his face lighting up with apparent zeal. “You’ll adore the castle. I’ve already secured a cottage on the edge of the grounds, and you’ll have full reign of the gardens. We won’t have to—”
“Stop.” You attempted to wrench yourself out of his vice-grip, and when that failed, let out a ragged groan, tears already forming in the corners of your eyes. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“That’s not true.” His smile didn’t so much as waver. “You saved my life. You told me that you loved me, and I love you, too. How would either of us ever be happy if we were seperated?”
Something deep in your chest ached. It was impossible to look at him and not picture the countless mornings you’d woken up by his side, the countless days you’d passed teaching him how fish and tend to a garden, the countless nights you’d spent bundled beside a fire sharing stories with a man you thought you’d loved. It was impossible not to think about what he’d done and wish you’d driven that knife into his stomach yourself.
“I can’t love someone like you,” you said, finally, because you couldn’t bear to say anything else. “And I’m not leaving my home.”
At that, you could’ve sworn you saw something register in his dark eyes. He was quiet, his enthusiasm fading, and for a second, you thought he might’ve understood. For a second, you thought he might call away his soldiers, get back on his horse, and leave you to your quiet suffering.
Then, he leaned forward, his lips coming to rest against the top of your head. “Beloved,” his voice was low, stifled your skin. “You don’t have a home. Not without me.”
Abruptly, he pulled away from you, raising a hand and looking toward his soldiers. While you were left in the dark, they knew their signal, surging forward in a chaotic wave of yelling and footsteps. You pressed your form against Wren’s side, clenching your eyes shut and bracing yourself, but there was only a burst of heat, a sudden visible even through your eyelids. Another kiss, this one pressed into your cheek and chased with a soft chuckle.
When you could bring yourself to look, you found not a volley of arrows or a hundred swords all pointed at your neck, but your cottage engulfed in flame, shining golden in the oppressive night. Your shoulders fell, your mouth opening, but you failed to make a sound. Wren wasn’t as stunned, grinning as he pulled you close and pressed his lips into yours, the kiss delicate and tortuous all at once.
“Don’t worry,” he muttered as he pulled away, his tone so soft and so gentle, you could almost tell ignore the blood-soaked cruelty lingering just underneath it.
“The only home you need is with me.”
What if eposode 9 ended a little differently? Welcome to "Macaque's Apprentice" AU