19 Works by feyhound
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Capitano taps a finger against the back of Tartaglia’s neck, drawing him from his contemplation. “While we’re still young, little Eleventh,” he murmurs, a teasing lilt to his words.
Tartaglia purses his lips. Fuck it, he thinks; whatever embarrassment he might suffer for asking, he’ll own it.
“Kiss me,” Tartaglia says.
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“Think he’ll be ready? We’re cutting it closer than usual.”
A clipped laugh sounds from beside them, where Shanks can see Yasopp with his phone pointed in their direction as he films the scene. Two fingers flick across the screen, zooming in. “‘Course he will. He should be used to this by now.”
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Minkship. Benn weighs the word in his mind, still adjusting to the concept, the meaning. He hadn’t known what to expect from Zou, but he’d certainly never expected its inhabitants to be so… affectionate.
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For an hour, now, she’s been rotating between gawking at the wide berth of calm sea that yawns on for miles around them, the familiar faces of her crewmates as they lounge about the deck, and the sight of Benn’s nipples poking through her shirt. It’s agony. Unadulterated, mind-numbing monotony peppered with sexual frustration, having been explicitly told by Benn to ‘keep that damn hand away’ from her tits until tonight.
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Shanks, it seems, is determined to fuck his way through every man in the city that bears a passing resemblance to Benn like he’ll receive some sort of reward when he’s done.
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The rhythm continues—tick, tick, tick—for a few seconds before the recorder picks up the muffled sound of something being adjusted. Then, Joseph begins to speak.
“Hello again, Aesop,” his tinny voice croons through the deck. “I would like to try something… different, today. Think of it as an exercise. All you have to do for me is sit back, listen, and try to do as I say. Easy, no?”
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Preening is—was—Aesop’s allotted self-care time every evening. Was, until his path had crossed with Joseph’s.
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Am I dying? Aesop idly wonders. If it is death that dogs him, it’s an unfamiliar kind. No game, no hunter, no last gurgling death rattle as he chokes on his own blood. Just the sluggish thrum of his heart in his ears as whatever substance he’s been injected with eats away at him from the inside.
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“What will it be?” he murmurs, thumb ghosting over Aesop’s lower lip. “Is the power you seek worth the price you will pay?”
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pale white horse by feyhound
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends
27 Nov 2021
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“It’s not working.” Viktor’s voice is hoarse and blood-wet. “Nothing is working anymore, Jayce. My body keeps—keeps rejecting the augments.”
“We’ll find another way. There has to be something else we can try.”
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pet project by feyhound
Fandoms: League of Legends, Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
20 Nov 2021
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There’s a silverwing in their lab.
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the harrowed and the haunted by feyhound
Fandoms: 大逆転裁判 | Dai Gyakuten Saiban | The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (Video Games)
05 Nov 2021
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They say the Reaper of the Bailey doesn’t have a daemon.
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putting the dog to sleep by feyhound
Fandoms: 大逆転裁判 | Dai Gyakuten Saiban | The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (Video Games)
24 Oct 2021
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“Your complexion has certainly seen better days, my friend.” Sherlock took in Barok’s unkempt appearance. Even from where he stood across the room, he could smell the mixed stink of sweat and rut emanating from the man.
“Holmes,” Barok muttered, fever-bright gaze meeting Sherlock’s. Relief tinged his words. “You’ve come.”
“I proposed this arrangement, if I recall correctly. It would be poor form to not show up and leave you in such a desperate state.”
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It’s the sheer gaudiness of the flier that catches Aymeric’s attention, at first.
DRAGONSONG, it reads, the title of the band nigh incomprehensible with the lack of kerning, each syllable tangled tight together in such a way that the entire thing seems to resemble a snarl of tree roots.
The dragon is what really piques his interest. Below the labyrinthine lettering, a great wyrm spreads its wings, poised to spew fire on the dragoon below it. It’s not the most artful rendition of a drake Aymeric has ever laid eyes on, bearing an odd resemblance to a muscular skink moreso than a noble creature of myth, but it’s… passable.
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Undergoing an incredibly abrupt career change from fugitive captain of a stolen slingspace ship to personal bodyguard-slash-sort-of-concubine? of an Ordinal hellbent on claiming the seat of the Demaxian empire’s sovereign was admittedly, at first, a bit strange, but Yasuo is beginning to enjoy the benefits reaped from his new line of employment.
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Caduceus nudges his fingers into a curved position, cupping Caleb’s hands around the flower; the same soft light winds around his palms, enveloping Caleb’s skin in warmth and magic and comfort, and he finds himself bending toward Caduceus the same way the flower does, relaxing and allowing the firbolg to just hold his hands there, a burgeoning sense of pleasant contentment blossoming in his chest as the bud blooms between their twined hands.
A soft, contented exhale ruffles Caleb’s hair from behind. “Ah, that’s nice,” Caduceus rumbles, and Caleb finds himself agreeing – though, whether it’s the beauty of the flower spreading its silky petals or just the feeling of Caduceus’s arms around him, chest pressed to Caleb’s shoulders as he holds their hands steady, together, that’s the ‘nice’ part of it all, Caleb isn’t sure.
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take me to church by feyhound
Fandoms: Castlevania (Cartoon), 悪魔城ドラキュラ | Castlevania Series
16 Sep 2018
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“We’re in a church,” Trevor points out.
“So I’ve noticed.”
“You’d suck my cock in a house of God?”
Alucard’s lips curve upward into a sly smile. “I will do more than that, if you desire.”
Fuck it, Trevor thinks, sliding a hand behind Alucard’s neck and pulling the man toward him. I’m already going to hell.
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Trevor befriends a wolf.
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“I know what you want.”
“And what, pray tell,” Trevor grits out, writhing beneath Alucard, “is that?”
“Come, now. I’ve seen you stalking around, pent up like a bitch in heat. You’re quite high-strung; it’s beginning to wear on the others, me included,” the vampire drawls. His sharp eyes find Trevor’s, narrowing slyly. “You need a good fuck.”