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Heartbeat (Dio Brando x Reader) by CanidSerpent, literature

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Heartbeat (Dio Brando x Reader)

Your heart beats so loudly, you believe it will burst from your chest at any moment. It is almost violent, how you can feel it throb against your skin. It is your heart then that causes your shortness of breath, the cherry red flush upon your cheeks and the warm mirth to fill your mind and lips. It is the heart that fires tremors throughout your body, that generates the familiar warmth within your abdomen. The very same heart that has endured agony and turmoil. With veins that constrict around your lungs as tight as the coils of an iron serpent. Try as you may, you cannot cut them with nails alone. They are cruel tendrils forged by fears, an

Beauty (Killer Croc x Reader) by CanidSerpent, literature

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Beauty (Killer Croc x Reader)

A distant mumbling stirs you from the bed. As you blink away the sleep that has accumulated in your eyes you recognize the mumbling as Waylon's. Ordinarily he lays beside you until you both are awake, relishing in your presence and the pleasant dichotomy of his scales against your skin. But you know he gets frustrated sometimes. Not with you, but with himself. He lets himself be soft with you. Pressing soft, scaly kisses to your lips as he holds you gently in his arms. He is afraid of breaking you, of crushing you in his arms or beneath his weight. During sex he prods you incessantly, making sure his claws haven't scratched you or his teeth

Hate to Love You (Diablo x Reader) by CanidSerpent, literature

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Hate to Love You (Diablo x Reader)

He tells himself he hates you. He hates how fragile you are and how gentle you are with him. He tells himself he hates it when you tangle your fingers between his claws when you are alone with him, but he doesn't rip his hand away. A growl rumbles through his body when you tend the wounds marred against his hide by scuffles with other monsters and human heroes, but he lets you touch and stitch the reddened and bleeding flesh. But if he hates you so, so much, why does his body seethe in anger when he sees other demons and monsters try to touch you? The Lord of Terror tells himself it is because your soul belongs to him, and no one is allowe

The Fall by CanidSerpent, literature

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The Fall

The ashes of summer yield to usher in the fall, chasing away the sun's heat with chilly winds that nip at my skin and ruffle the soft, warm coats I wrap myself up in. The green of the trees fades to a dark yellow and orange before the leaves fall, spreading across sidewalks and people's lawns. I remember having to blow away the piles and piles of leaves that would cover the sidewalk of my parents' house, and having to turn the leaves that blew onto their lawn into mulch. I have memories of my father being unsatisfied with my work, (as he always was) but the image itself does not distress me. I have always liked the fall. I am a child of wint

And I Looked to the Angels by CanidSerpent, literature

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And I Looked to the Angels

It’s a peculiar thing, what the blood does to him. It makes his skin tingle, and digs up old emotions he’d forgotten he ever had. That’s the thing about demons, they can’t feel anything, they’re not supposed to anyway. Sure, they can fill the marrow of their meatsuit’s bones and slip into their skin, but there’s no feeling there. Not any real ones anyhow. Eventually, everything starts to blend together. Sensations fuse together to describe indescribable masses of stuff. And eventually you want all of those wonderful and mesmerizing sensations back. But you can’t have them. It’s too much

Safety (Asgore x Reader) by CanidSerpent, literature

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Safety (Asgore x Reader)

Asgore knows more then he lets on. He smiles when you spend your time with him in his garden, or when he helps you prepare dinner. But as soon as you are out of sight, that smile quickly contorts into a frown. Because the goatish monster knows that at night, when you think he is asleep and cannot hear you, you let your eyes burn red and your tears flow like the waters of a broken dam. And it hurts him to even think of you suffering in such a way, much less to watch your soul try and tear itself apart every night. You return to bed exhausted and spent, curling within yourself as not to bother him as you try to fall asleep. Early attempts t

Soloist by CanidSerpent, literature

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Soloist

Christmas, that time of year when families come together to celebrate the birth of Christ and the notion of gift-giving, all while trying to keep from clawing one another's throats out. Businesses jump on the holiday celebration like a lion does upon a wounded gazelle, filling their advertisements with Christmas jingles and marking down every product until January emerges from the husk of December. Radio stations play the same songs over and over again by different artists for thirty-one days, while televisions run rerun after rerun of every Christmas-themed film they can get their hands on. And yet, you've never liked the Christmas spirit

Feel by CanidSerpent, literature

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Feel

You do not like to be in the presence of other people anymore. You hiss when they approach, baring your fangs if they ignore your quiet warnings. You lash out towards the stray hands that grope around towards your face, flailing in a mess of feathers and scales as you do so. Only when the owner of the hands releases a wild yelp, and hastily retreats from your pen do you release your teeth from its skin, and take a moment to savor the blood that still drips upon your lips. Too many people have stepped on you when you offered your help, and the laughs and jeers of them and their friends are permanently embedded in your brain. The sound makes y

The Crowned Pigeon by CanidSerpent, literature

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The Crowned Pigeon

The crowned pigeon differs from its common brethren Its feathers are not the color of industrial metals But are the same shade and hue As a robin's bright blue egg Atop its head sits plumage configured into a crown Designating it as the king of birds And though it lacks a regal cape Its reddened breast fulfills a similar purpose Quiet and still The crowned pigeon sits perched atop the railing Feet tucked beneath its breast And tail fanning behind the wrought iron bars The pigeon's red eyes gazing upon all who pass it Content to rule its kingdom with a steady gaze Rather than an iron talon.

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Heartbeat (Dio Brando x Reader) by CanidSerpent, literature

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Heartbeat (Dio Brando x Reader)

Beauty (Killer Croc x Reader) by CanidSerpent, literature

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Beauty (Killer Croc x Reader)

Hate to Love You (Diablo x Reader) by CanidSerpent, literature

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Hate to Love You (Diablo x Reader)

The Fall by CanidSerpent, literature

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The Fall

And I Looked to the Angels by CanidSerpent, literature

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And I Looked to the Angels

The Monarch and His Servant (Bowser x Reader) by CanidSerpent, literature

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The Monarch and His Servant (Bowser x Reader)

It's strange how you seem to love him so dearly. He certainly doesn't deserve it, not after all he's done; all the blood he's soaked his hands in. But yet, you offer it so readily, so naturally. He takes it, hungrily and with a great eagerness he has not felt since the day he usurped the throne from his old, and worn-out father. You’re a tender little thing, quiet and obedient; quite his opposite. He finds it endearing, much like the vile beast that loves the forlorn maiden for her beauty and supple skin. You are no different. Your eyes glow with an odd sort of light, one that is pure and absolved of the cruel and war-like mentality tha

The Fox and the Rabbit (The Master x Reader) by CanidSerpent, literature

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The Fox and the Rabbit (The Master x Reader)

“Did you miss me, my little one? Did you miss your Master?” The words reverberated through your head as you sat, trembling and awash in the fearful sweat that ran down your skin; your body solidly pressed against the door of the crowded and dark closet you had decided to lock yourself in. You tried to keep your scared breaths quiet as you heard him stalk through your abode, like the hungry fox poking his muzzle in the frightened rabbit's warren. And yet, through all the panic and fear your mind was continuously undulating through: only one thought was constant. He should not be here. Really, he shouldn't. He should be dead. Yo

I Locked Myself in the Greenhouse by CanidSerpent, literature

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I Locked Myself in the Greenhouse

She likes to hold their fibrous stems between her palms. The fluorescence of the stems, the leaves, and the flowers of her household plants stands as a stark contrast to the darkness of her own home. She likes to think of the plants as a beacon of beauty in a place surrounded by ugliness. She likes to dress the larger plants in red and blue ribbons, and likes to place those little hanging critters on the edges of the pots her potted plants are encased in. They beckon her sometimes, as they grow up and around everything they can twist their twig-like bodies around. They tell her to be more like them; to grow in the face of adversity. There's

The Servant by CanidSerpent, literature

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The Servant

No longer does the world turn a kind eye to the servant. Once such a humble, admirable figure, Now one that reeks of weakness, And possessed by some self-serving, ulterior motive. The servant's docility is unremarkable, A stain to be cleansed by the great brutes of society. The brutes who are so admired for their inexhaustible strength and indomitable wills, Moreso if they make a public display of their brutality With the slaughter of some inhuman beast, Or hordes of them. To submit and to serve is a sin, Just as is compliance and obedience. Anarchy is more desirable than order, Even if it sets the world ablaze in an apocalyptic fire.

Poverty Creates Angels by CanidSerpent, literature

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Poverty Creates Angels

To the poor, The rich often become monsters. Monsters who live in gold houses, And count their massive stores of wealth as a hobby. While the poor man lies in his own filth, And can hear the own rhythm of his heart as he falls asleep each night. The rich man is said only to take, While hardship has created benevolence in the poor man, And forces him to give when he can afford to. But the reverse can be seen too. The wealthy man can use his riches to aid the plight of the poor, And the poor man can easily forget his morals to ensure his own survival if the situation demands it. And yet,The well-off always seem to be demons, While the ailing

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Mar 12
United States
Deviant for 13 years
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Hello there! I don't feel there's too much to say about myself; I'm a writer and the occasional traditional artist. I write and draw monsters, and try to provide some effortful attempts at fanfiction. On my downtime, I read books/comics, watch television dramas and the occasional movie, and I play old and new video games.

And, to get it out of the way, I am autistic, but I lean more towards the high-functioning side of the spectrum. I usually don't mind it, unless people seem to perceive that as my defining trait.

I am shy, but I do enjoy having people to talk to, so don't be afraid if you'd like to chat, need some advice, or want me to look at some your own work and give my thoughts on it. I'm almost guaranteed to be available.

Favourite Movies

Fright Night (1985) is my go to, I also really enjoyed X-Men First Class.

Favourite TV Shows

Supernatural, Doctor Who, and Hannibal

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Depeche Mode, Disturbed, Shinedown, AC/DC; mostly metal/rock bands

Favourite Books

The Silence of the Lambs, The Book Thief, and The Shining

Favourite Writers

Stephen King, I also enjoy Neil Gaiman's work.

Favourite Games

Banjo-Kazooie, DKC2, Pokemon series, Pikmin 1 & 2; lots of different stuff