#Hybrid warfare

[charyou-tree]

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Screenshot of a reddit thread, with one top-level comment and one reply. The top-level comment by user SuspicousBananas asks

"I don’t understand what Putin thinks he is going to get out of taking Ukraine? At this point I don’t think he can ever recoup the losses he’s incurred during the war, so what is the point in continuing?"

The reply, by user TriageOrDie answers

"He's personally trapped. 

He can't withdraw form the situation without something of a victory or he will be disposed of by other aspiring dictators when the Russian population wakes up the fact that their young men died in ditches for literally nothing. 

The continuation of this conflict does nought to improve Russia's geopolitical standing. 

Resources are being drained. Billions are being spent. Manpower is dwindling. 

Putin wanted to cut Ukraine in half, secure a land bridge between Russia and crimea. Gain access to more black sea ports and the natural gas reserves that sit just off shore. To secure the noble gasses manufacturing in eastern Ukraine and finally to create more of a buffer in the event of an all out conflict with the west. 

All of this is in ruin, so the only reason this is continuing is because Putin is scared for his personal safety. 

It will continue until the US election, Russia is hoping for a Trump victory. Which is at present Putin's only hope to end major western support for the conflict. So they can sign a hasty peace deal, carve off done provinces from Ukraine and go back to lick their wounds. Only this outcome can save Putin now. 

Not only does Putin know this, but so do the rest of the highly influential oligarchs, politicians and generals. 

If another democratic Whitehouse is secured, expect things to change rapidly within Russia and on the ground in Ukraine. 

Between now and the election, expect increasingly erratic behaviour both from within this conflict and around the world. 

Russia will be sponsoring destabilising acts that may increase the likelihood of a republican presidency. 

The further ahead Kamala pulls, the more reckless you can expect them to be. 

Big things are coming. "

[dontforgetukraine]

Why do we call it "hybrid warfare"? Because if we called it terrorism then we would have to do something about it. —Gabrielius Landsbergis

[i-merani]

Operation Overload, a Russia-aligned influence operation, is aggressively targeting the 2024 US presidential election. Using fake news, fact-checking sites, and AI-generated audio, it seeks to manipulate public opinion by impersonating trusted media organizations. This campaign primarily targets media outlets, fact-checkers, and researchers, aiming to overwhelm investigative resources and insert false narratives into mainstream discourse, but also directly targets the general public. Operation Overload previously attempted to undermine the 2024 French elections and the Paris Olympics, although with minimal success. Its goal now is to undermine trust in the US election process, exploit divisive social issues, stoke fears of political violence, and target candidates, particularly Vice President Kamala Harris.

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[actualadvocacybruh]

People being shocked that a big American conservative media network was actively being funded by Russia shows how little attention they actually pay to such thing

Many experts in cyber, hybrid and intelligence warfare have said for DECADES now that Russia does fund groups in other nations to produce propaganda for them shining a good light on Russia while attacking progressive values and anything even remotely anti authoritarian

If you actually watched the content they put out it was clear from the start they had an agenda and that someone was footing the bill with interests in Russia or for the Russian oligarchs

And it’s pretty sad that I have to point at the FBI and CIA and tell leftists “they told this YEARS AGO”

Also the “we didn’t know who funded us” is already being shoved as a narrative and it’s BS

[pebblegalaxy]

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[newspatron]

5th Generation Warfare Tactics: 7 Mind-Blowing Ways It's Changing the World

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[uglygirltrying]

wolf-hybrid!simon x bunny-hybrid!reader | PT1 | pt2 | pt3 |

the winter is here. your fur has gone from brown, to white, camouflaging you from predators. but that isn't enough to keep you alive. it's so cold, and there's hardly any food. the best you have, is your burrow.

but you're not there right now. it's dangerous to be out, but you have to leave your territory to find more food. the snow underneath your feet is cold, making you keep your pace up. a light, calm, fall of snow comes down from the sky. it's so quiet, and calm. suspiciously so. like something's trying not to make noise...

a flock takes of flying from a bush, in surprise. it spooks you too. but you know better than to be just spooked. so, you take off running, snow flying from underneath your steps. and then you hear it. heavy, fast, and determined steps behind you, running after you. you're being hunted.

running faster is useless, even though you're made for this. it already has you. you're already it's.

with a growl from behind you, you get tackled into the snow. big, hairy arms wrap around your frame, the predators big body pressing you down on the ground.

"little bunny. stop struggling." he growled, tightening his grip around you, when you squirm under him.

your ears filled with the pants coming out from both of you. panic and fear filled your body. you slowly gave up with your desperate protests, going limp in exhaustion, and acceptance.

"you're a smart one, huh?" he darkly chuckled into your ear. the omnivore buried his nose against your head, breathing in the smell, loudly.

simon signed. you smelled so sweet. it would really be a waste to just feast on you. his hips pressed down on yours, almost suffocating you with his weight.

"might have to take you with me, bun... now, tell me, do you have kits waiting for ya?" simon grumbled, almost talking to himself, his tone condescending.

with a frantic shake off your head, simon stood up. he quickly reached down, before the bun had a chance to take off, and picked her up. the predator threw you over his shoulder, almost whiplashing you with the strength he threw you with.

simon walked a mile or two, with you on his shoulder, until you two came upon a hole in a hill, his den. simon took you off of his shoulder and pushed you down to the entrance.

"get in." he murmured, his cold eyes watching your every move. reluctantly, and hesitantly, you crawled your way into the den. simon followed suit, making sure you won't play any tricks.

the den is filled with hay and simon's summer coat. it looked warm. an arm sneaks around your waist, and you get pulled against the wolf's form.

"i'll show ya... i can keep you warm." simon murmured against your cheek, his hairy arms wrapped around your tiny frame.

"don't know if i can wait until spring to get inside ya..." his words made you curl into yourself, shyly. instead of eating you, he took up the responsibility of taking care of you. he had just taken you, just chased you and picked you up over his shoulder. claimed you for himself. and now, you're his.

his little prey.

i just desperately tried to post something, sorry that the ending is so meh

[pakistanpress]

کیا پاکستان ہائبرڈ وار کے دور میں داخل ہو چکا ہے؟

ہائبرڈ نفسیاتی جنگ میں عوام نہیں سمجھ سکتی کہ ملک کا دشمن کون ہے اور دوست کون؟ اس وقت پاکستان کے عوام ہائبرڈ وار لیول کے مدار میں داخل ہو چکے ہیں۔ زمینی حقائق کے مطابق عوام مختلف بیانیے میں تقسیم ہو چکے ہیں۔ اپنے گھر میں تقسیم، اپنے محلے میں تقسیم، شہر میں تقسیم، ملک کی پارلیمنٹ میں تقسیم، اداروں میں تقسیم، عدلیہ میں تقسیم، ہر جگہ تقسیم۔ یہی ہمارے دشمن کا بین الاقوامی ایجنڈا ہے۔ قوم کو چاہیے کہ اس انتشار، خلفشار اور تقسیم سے بچیں اور عدلیہ، ریاست کے وسیع تر مفاد میں اپنے فیصلوں میں توازن پیدا کریں۔ سانحہ نو مئی کے شرپسندوں کو عبرت ناک سزا دینے کے لیے عدلیہ، حکومت اور عسکری ادارے کے ساتھ کھڑی ہونی چاہیے۔ حملہ آوروں اور سہولت کاروں پر دہشت گردی کے مقدمات چلانے اور ان کو آئندہ دنوں میں گرفتار کرنے کا حکم دیا جا چکا ہے۔ جناح ہاؤس اور عسکری تنصیبات پر حملے میں ملوث افراد کی شناخت ہو چکی ہے۔ تصاویر جاری اور 2800 سے زائد گرفتاریاں عمل میں لائی جا چکی ہیں اور نادرا کے تعاون سے ان کی مکمل شناخت ملنے کے بعد اخبارات میں ان ’قومی مجرموں‘ کی تصاویر شائع ہو چکی ہیں۔

نو مئی کے واقعے میں ملوث افراد کے خلاف آرمی ایکٹ 52 کی دفعہ 59 اور 60 کے تحت مقدمہ درج کروایا جا سکتا ہے اور ان دفعات کے تحت سزائے موت یا کم از کم عمر قید کی سزا دی جاتی ہے۔ آرمی ایکٹ 1952 کی کلاز 59 جو 76 صفحات پر مشتمل ہے، سول جرائم سے متعلق ہے۔ عسکری املاک کو نقصان پ��نچانے کے جرم میں 3500 افراد کے مقدمات آرمی ایکٹ 1952 کے تحت فوجی عدالتوں میں چلائے جانے کا امکان ہے۔ القادر ٹرسٹ کے لیے پنجاب حکومت، ٹرسٹ ایکٹ کے تحت عمران خان اور ان کی اہلیہ بشریٰ بی بی کو تبدیل کر کے قانون کے مطابق ایڈمنسٹریٹر مقرر کرنے کے لیے قانونی ماہرین سے رائے حاصل کر رہی ہے  کیونکہ طاقت سے اقتدار حاصل کرنے کے لیے جلاؤ گھیراؤ اور عدلیہ اور الیکشن کمیشن پر دباؤ ڈالنے کے لیے نئی روایت کی داغ بیل ڈال کر ریاست کو ناقابلِ تلافی نقصان پہنچایا گیا۔ سیاسی کشمکش نے ملک کو ایک مدت سے جس انتشار میں مبتلا کر رکھا ہے اور اس کا دائرہ جس طرح کلیدی ریاستی اداروں تک وسیع ہو گیا ہے، اس کی وجہ سے حالات کی سنگینی مسلسل بڑھ رہی ہے۔

آئین کی بالادستی کو یقینی بنا کر معاملات کو درست کرنے میں عدلیہ کا ادارہ مؤثر کردار ادا کرنے کی صلاحیت رکھتا ہے، لیکن آج اس کے اندر بھی اختلافات و تقسیم اور جانبداری واضح ہے، جس نے اس کے منصوبوں کو سخت متنازع بنا دیا ہے۔ اس کی روشن مثال عمران خان کی گرفتاری اور اسلام آباد ہائی کورٹ کے چیف جسٹس کی جانب سے اس گرفتاری کو قانونی طور پر جائز قرار دیے جانے کے فیصلہ اور اس پر ملک بھر میں تشدد اور احتجاج کے بعد 11 مئی کو چیف جسٹس آف پاکستان کی جانب سے اس گرفتاری کو غیرقانونی قرار دیتے ہوئے عمران خان کی فوری رہائی اور 12 مئی کو اس معاملے کی ازسرِ نو سماعت کے حکم کی شکل میں ہوا۔ حیرت انگیز طور پر سپریم کورٹ میں ہونے والی اس تمام کارروائی اور اس کے فیصلے کی تفصیل نے آئین و قانون کی باریکیوں کو بخوبی سمجھنے والوں کو ورطہ حیرت میں ڈال دیا ہے کیونکہ جو ملزم ریمانڈ پر ہو تو ریمانڈ کے خاتمے تک اس کوعبوری ریلیف نہیں دیا جا سکتا۔

قومی سطح پر یہ امید کی جا رہی تھی کہ تحریک انصاف کے کارکنوں نے مسلح افواج کے شہدا کی یادگاروں اور جی ایچ کیو سمیت قومی اور عسکری اہمیت کے متعدد مقامات، جناح ہاؤس جو کورکمانڈر کی رہائش گاہ تھی اور سرکاری املاک کو جس طرح تخریب کاری کا نشانہ بنایا ہے، عدالتِ عظمیٰ اس کا نوٹس لے گی۔ لیکن چیف جسٹس آف پاکستان نے ان واقعات پر عمران خان سے محض ندامت کی اپیل کی، جو ان کی طرف سے عملاً مسترد کر دی گئی۔ سپریم کورٹ کی ہدایت کے مطابق 12 مئی کو اسلام آباد ہائی کورٹ میں ان کے خلاف دس مقدمات میں غیرمعمولی ریلیف دیا گیا۔ توشہ خانہ جیسا اہم فوجداری مقدمہ جس میں عمران خان پر فردِ جرم عائد ہو رہی تھی، آٹھ جون تک حکم امتناع کے علاوہ آئندہ کسی مقدمے میں گرفتار نہ کرنے کا حکم صادر ہوا۔ حالانکہ قانونِ فوجداری کے مطابق فردِ جرم عائد ہونے پر حکمِ امتناعی جاری نہیں کیا جا سکتا۔ عمران خان نے رہائی کے بعد نہایت غیر ذمے داری کے ساتھ قومی احتساب بیورو کی جانب سے اپنی گرفتاری کا الزام آرمی چیف پر عائد کیا۔ اپنے حامیوں کی تخریب کاری کی مذمت اور اس سے باز رہنے کی ہدایت کے بجائے انہوں نے عملاً اس کی یوں حوصلہ افزائی کی کہ اگر ان کو دوبارہ گرفتار کیا گیا تو ایسا ہی ردِعمل دوبارہ سامنے آئے گا۔ صورت حال کو بہتر بنانے کے لیے اور ملک کی سلامتی، قانون کی حقیقی بالادستی کے لیے مقتدر حلقوں میں آئین و قانون کے مطابق حل نکالنے کے لیے روڈ میپ تیار کیا جا رہا ہے۔

عدالت عظمیٰ کے حالیہ طرزِ عمل اور مس کنڈکٹ کے دائرہ کار کا بھی جائزہ لیتے ہوئے سپریم کورٹ اور پارلیمنٹ کے حالیہ ایکٹ کے مطابق اہم فیصلے کی توقع کی جا رہی ہے۔ سپریم کورٹ کی جانب سے جب عمران خان کو ایک شب کے لیے عدالتِ عظمیٰ کا مہمان بنانے کا فیصلہ ہوا تو ان کے لیے آرام دہ قیام کی خاطر ایوانِ صدر سپریم کورٹ سے ملحق ہونے کے باعث عمران خان کی اولین ترجیح تھی۔ ان کا خیال تھا کہ حکومت انہیں دوبارہ گرفتار نہیں کر سکے گی اور ایوانِ صدر ایک محفوظ مقام رہے گا، لیکن سپریم کورٹ نے ان کو پولیس لائن کے ریسٹ ہاؤس میں قیام کی اجازت دی کیونک�� وہ اسلام آباد ہائی کورٹ کے قریب ہے لیکن ایوانِ صدر سے 20 مہمانوں کا کھانا گیسٹ ہاؤس پہنچا دیا گیا اور ایوانِ صدر نے ان کی میزبانی کی۔ سپریم کورٹ کے خلاف حکومتی اتحاد نے اپنا احتجاج ریکارڈ کروانے کے لیے ریڈ زون میں دھرنے کا اعلان بھی کیا، تاہم ایک روزہ احتجاج کے بعد اسے ملتوی کر دیا گیا۔ نو مئی کو جو کچھ ہوا، پاکستان کی تاریخ میں شاید اس سے سیاہ دن نہ آئے، لیکن آرمی چیف کے ضبط اور برداشت نے قوم کو خانہ جنگی کے عذاب سے بچا لیا۔

کنور دلشاد  

بشکریہ انڈپینڈنٹ اردو

[bunnys-kisses]

bear den

bear!john price

cw: pwp/smut, hybrid!au, bunny!reader, bear!price, scenting, breeding, biting, headlock, doggy style, dirty talk, reverse cowgirl

bunny says and you'll never catch me alive!

edit: part two

to be with a bear was something interesting. especially one as much of a lover as price. oh price was just perfect all over. those blue eyes that made you feel protected and warm. that strong grip of his as he bullied his cock into you. he was a strong, with a bit of softness to him and hairy all over. he loved tugging on your little bunny ears while he slammed his cock into your sweet pussy.

the first time you met him. it was quite scary. the dead of winter deep within the woods you called home. you managed to get your way into the warmth of his cabin/den. but your mother told you to never enter the den of a bear. what you soon saw was the lumbering form of bear hybrid.

"what are you doin' here?" he grumbled. his voice heavy was sleep. he was in hibernation after all. but his cock was hard in his sweat pants. he yawned, "if you're gonna make yourself at home. it's gonna cost ya."

the curious bunny gave head to the hairy bear. a tale as old as time. but the notion of bunny cunt seemed to entice the bear and he grabbed you by the ears and dragged you back into his den. the smell of bear was a lot for you, the dominate scent even made you iron resolve crumble. the wetness in your worn panties.

'this'll do." he grumbled as he tossed you on the bed. he got you under the covers. tore off your meager clothes and fucked your bunny hole half asleep. you on the other hand were wide awake. the breath taken out of you. he got through two rounds before his sleepiness took over and he went back to sleep.

he kept you after that, he told you a little bunny like you needed to be protected. who knew what was out there, in the deep darkness of the forest. so you spent the following seasons with him.

you became his lover, he even planted a carrot garden for you when the snow melted. oh he loved his bunny. he loved to tug on your cotton tail or take you by the face to look at him while he had you pressed up against the side of the cabin and your back bent.

but when winter came, he made sure his bunny was taken care of while he was asleep. bunnies could hibernate if they felt safe enough, but you wouldn't be dead to the world if you did.

but in all fairness, the smell of bunny in his cabin didn't keep him asleep for long. you woke up in the morning, snow was pressed up against the window. but the sun shined in.

the smell of price in your bedroom was overwhelming. the room was small, but the big was large. but price's hairy body still made you feel small on the bed. so the smell of the bear hung heavy. the bed had every blanket, pillow, sweater, stuffed animals, anything else he could find to make his nest. the final piece was you. where he tucked you in and snuggled you until he eventually dozed off.

you had been asleep for over a day now, you looked over and saw him sound asleep. you reached for him and kissed him on the nose. his arm was heavy over you. you shifted in your spot and got out from under him.

but you couldn't get out of bed. as he grabbed you by the tail. "where ya goin', love.' he said with sleep heavy in his voice, "i didn't tell ya you could leave." then you were dragged back into bed with a 'hmfph'.

he snuggled you back into his arms, "you don't have my smell on ya." he grumbled as he rubbed his face up against your bare chest. there was no point in having clothes on while in the nest. you were under so many layers you were already warm enough.

"john!" you squeaked as his tongue came out and started to lick across your pulse, "it's only us in the entire area. plus it's only to the kitchen."

"no." he said, he ran his teeth across your pulse, "gotta smell like me." you made a noise as he, in tired trance, got you on your hands and knees. the weight of the blankets and his larger body kept you pinned to the soft mattress.

"john!" you whined, "c'mon!"

he grumbled something. his cock slid up and down your pussy as he tried to push it into you. you arched your back in anticipation. poor price, his head was full of sleepy cotton. he relied on instinct and right now it was directing him to breed his little nest mate.

you moaned, to have your face buried in the pillow. that reeked of your lover only made you wet between your legs. as if the leftover cum from your lover wasn't enough lube for his impressive size. he was big all over. so different from your tiny bunny self, no wondered he wanted to protect you.

and breed you.

your heart raced as he finally got his cock into you. he sank into your sweet cunt. he groaned as he leaned over you and put his arm around your neck and bent your back. his thrusts were sloppy, there was no rhyme or reason, only what felt good.

"you feel so good, love.' he grumbled, "always so perfect for me." his gaze was unfocused, his voice sleepy and slurred, "a good little bunny for me. with your cotton tail and those ears. my girl though, right? all mine? not gonna have ya run off with a coyote or somethin'. keep ya home, keep ya full." he gave you a lazy smile as our eyes met. he leaned in and licked across your cheek. his bear ears twitched at the taste of your soft skin against his rough tongue.

your core throbbed, the entire feeling. the coziness of your den that you shared with price left you feel soft and warm. you were comfortable and safe, so why not let price breed you? you were already so soft and warm, let your brain let it go and accept him.

he held you close to him, bent to his liking to have the best angle of your pussy. his broad paws were all over you, he held your throat and around your middle as he thrusted up into you.

"john." you whimpered, your focus was hazy and your thoughts dripped away like melted snow. the sun shined thought the window of your den, it bathed you in a bright glow.

"i know. i know." he purred, he blinked to get a little more awake, "so small. i could crush ya easily. poor little bunny got caught up with a big bad bear. now she sharin' a nest with him and letting him bully her sweet little cunny."

his words made your brain mushy.

the bed creaked under your love making, he still held you like a toy for his pleasure. he lazily made out with you as he moved you up and down his cock. he groaned, his lips close against yours, "my girl. my little bunny. i love the feeling of ya around me."

you made small noises and hearty pants as the movements continued. as he kept ramming against your sweet sex. you were a right fit for him. after all these months you still were so good for him.

he watched your focus come in and out. your tongue stuck a little out of your mouth. the little bunny had her brains fucked out, oh no! he let go of you. his hands on you as he maneuvered your once more and got you into a reverse cowgirl. the blankets were kicked to the bottom of the bed.

he was propped up against the headboard and kept you in his lap. his cock buried into your slick pussy. he held onto your hips and bounced you on his cock. he wished he could see your breasts bounce with every thrust, but to watch the sweat drip down your back.

your nest got heated, your scent bled a little bit into the air of the room. it was musky and comforting. to be fucked by a bear was something unlike anything you could describe. he just fit you so right.

"good girl."

"john."

"i know, i know." he groaned. the rush of pleasure raced through his body as it did yours. he felt the same euphoric of having his cock buried into his sweet mate. he made sure that his scent was all over you, he was certain it would stick this time.

you leaned forward and held onto the covers that were between his legs. he watched how your pussy swallowed up his cock with each movements of your hips. he licked his lips as he moved your faster.

he watched your cotton-tail twitch, it almost made him cum at that moment. he continued to move your hips, the rush of climax almost washed over him.

the two of you made love like animals in your nest that he had built for you. to protect you. his cock throbbed in your cunt and with a few more thrusts he finished inside of you.

"ah!" you whined as you arched your back. you came as well and clutched onto the sheets. your toes curled and you felt your heart racing.

price felt content as he smothered you in his pecs. they were softer and hairy. he had gotten a little thicker for the winter. you made a soft noise as you were buried in them.

"john."

"i know bunny, i got ya. now sh, time to go back to sleep." he purred as he grabbed the blankets with one hand but kept you to him with the other. he buried you back under the nest of blankets.

yeah, that sounded like a great idea. you weren't even too sure if you could walk if you got up. so with the glow of the morning sun peeking through your window, you fell back asleep with your face in your mate's chest.

-

it was spring now. but you and your bear mate have been slow to wake up for it. price still was in a tired mindset, constantly cuddled up to your partially swollen belly. you were only four months, but price still adored how you carried his cub.

he made a gruff noise and cuddled up with your middle further. his facial hair which had grown over hibernation brushed up against your exposed middle. such a cute little bunny and her adoring mate.

you ran your fingers through your hair as you heard the birds chirp outside and the sound of melting snow. next winter it would be you, price and your little cub all sharing a nest to sleep soundly through the winter <3

xoxo,

bunny

part two <3

[konigsblog]

will pay thousands for more konig x bunny reader……

König would love a little bunny. Something he can dote on, gush about how adorable you are with your floppy ears and cutesy, bobbly tail. You're an outlet for his cuteness aggression and horniness, a set of little slick, tight holes for him to satisfy and please himself using.

He's been obsessed with rabbits, guinea pigs, and hamsters since childhood. Owning one made him aware of his size and strength, the difference between him and this tiny, precious animal. How can something so miniscule be so stinkin' cute?!

He'll tug at your floppy ears during sex, rutting into your drooling, sticky pussy uncontrollably with tears staining his flushed, rosy cheeks. He'd just finished sobbing, getting himself drunk and overwhelmed. He was convinced he'd never find love, that he'd pass away a virgin. Fuck, don't you see what you're doing to him? You give him a raging hard-on with that tight little rear and your soft fur, alongside your smooth and supple skin in contrast to his rugged, calloused hands, like sandpaper.

He'll toy with you, drunkenly murmuring through a string of satisfied whines and grumbles. Oh, your little fuzzy tail? You don't want it pulled and jerked with? But, it's so entertaining watching you squirm beneath him, his slick trailing down your plush thighs! His dull fingernails leave indents along your skin due to his firm grasp, tightening as he fills your soft folds with his pearly, glossy creaminess.

You're alluring and tempting, and he's insatiable. A starving, isolated mess deserving of worship and devotion, don't you think?

[lifelibertyjustice]

Watch "This is how your country can be defeated" on YouTube

[helcef]

Spontaneous mermay sketch (pt2 here)

He was originally going to be an orca bc that seems to be the consensus around here but i found out about Risso’s dolphins.

Their scars heal without the original pigment so the older they get the paler they get. Perhaps other creatures in the ocean find Ghost jarring since he’s not with a pod, especially if they aren’t aware of the lack of repigmentation is natural.

Not sure if I’ll draw more for mermay but feel free to suggest cod characters and animals (especially soap, maybe i’ll draw mermay ghoap :3)

[mockerycrow]

PACK CUDDLES (Hybrid!141 x GN!Human!Reader)

multiple characters masterlist

summary; the base’s heaters have all broken and aren’t due to be repaired for a week—it’s the middle of winter and you’re one of the few humans on base.

[WARNINGS; hybrid stuff, can be read as platonic or romantic, fluffy, sickness.]

THE BASE HEATERS decided to break at the worst possible moment—during the harshest part of the winter. They’re baseboard electric heaters that line every barracks room; the general community rooms such as the common area and the training rooms have central air and heating, but they didn’t decide to provide the barracks with the same luxury. It was never much of a problem, really. Nearly everyone on base was a hybrid of some kind, usually a bigger animal due to the needs of the military so they would produce body heat hot enough to keep them warm for the duration of when the electrical technicians would come in to fix the wiring, or replace the heaters.

Unfortunately for you, you are not a hybrid. You were born to completely human family members, and you have no hybrid genes in your chromosomes. Also unfortunately for you, you were for some reason one of the ones tasked with shoveling the pathways and roads on base—your station has no snow plows as the winters are usually mild to moderate, but this year decided to fuck you over harshly. You spent hours outside in the snow, bundled up in your warmest uniform with a winter coat, boots, gloves, hats, and even a balaclava on to keep as much warmth as possible. 

On day 2 without a heater, you woke up in the middle of the night unable to breathe through your nose. Your face is aching terribly—likely your sinuses—and it feels like you swallowed glass and gargled salt water right after. Your chest aches and you overall feel terrible, and you feel both hot and cold at the same time. Even after bundling up in your warmest hoodie and sweatpants—you slept with socks on, too—you just could not evade the sickness. Harsh coughs rack your body, your eyes tearing up as pain shoots through your chest and your throat to your ears. You groan and press your face into your pillow for a moment before you slowly kick your blankets off, pulling your hood up after sitting up.

You slip your feet into your slides and you check the time—0328. Fuck. The boys should be returning from a short mission soon. You hold in a sigh in fear of further hurting your aching throat, making your way towards your bedroom door. You grab your keys on the way out, letting your door close behind you. You squint as the hallway lights irritate your eyes, but you lay them no mind, walking down the hall to seek out the kitchen. Luckily, this base allowed basic medicines in a cabinet in the kitchen, so began your search for some cold medicine, and perhaps some sinus medicine too if you can take both at the same time.

To your sickly delight, no one seems to be awake right now—or at least hoarding the kitchen—despite many of the hybrids on base being nocturnal. You aren’t in the mood to really talk.. Not like you could, anyway. You shuffle your way to the counter with a harsh sniffle, opening the cabinet and rummaging around. You find some compatible cold and sinus medications, and you decide to grab a tea bag and the little plastic jar of honey, deciding that you want to soothe your throat. The air running through your throat makes it ache more. 

You put your forearms on the counter and arch your back, laying your head down as you wait for the electric kettle to heat up the water. At least the kitchen is warm. You holy a bit after it must be a few minutes, hearing the kettle heating up. You lift your head and see steam emitting from the opening, so you switch it off and begin to make your tea, stirring honey into the mug. You shove the pills into your mouth and swallow it down with a wince, using the tea. You sip the tea slowly until the mug is empty, so you quickly wash it out and put it in the sink to properly wash later. With your throat feeling a little better and a handful of paper towels, you head back to your room to go back to sleep.

The next time you wake up, it’s slow and uncomfortable. You’re on your back and you first feel the pain rippling through your throat with every wheezy breath you take—it’s a bit harder to breathe than before, even with the sickness—and then you notice the heat. Wait.. the heat? Isn’t the heater broken?

Your eyes flutter open, unfocused and bleary, with twinges of pain due to the dawn shining through your poor excuse of black-out curtains. Something shifts on your chest, causing you to glance down. When your eyes focus, you’re face to face with a wolf looking husky—striking blue eyes that are peering into your soul, the wolfdog’s fur being thick; white and grey, his ear twitching as he stares back at you. It takes you a moment before recognition filters through. It’s Soap!

A lazy smile spreads on your face as you pet his head between his ears, causing him to lick his snout. “Hey, Soap.” You croak. You sound absolutely dreadful. Three more heads pop out of view, making you flinch ever so slightly. “Jesus!” You hiss, looking at the other three. You’re met with a Grizzly bear, a Barbary lion and a Jaguar; Price, Ghost, and Gaz. Your bed springs croak under the weight of all of them—they broke your frame a year ago, still in the search for a frame that can handle a bunch of weight—and they shift closer to you. A low, rumbling noise comes from Ghost. There’s not much noise he truly makes in his lion form, he often is silent—except for the occasional chuff or intimidating growl—so you know the rumbling means something. 

You reach out to him with your other hand, tangling your fingers in his mane, feeling the rough texture between your fingers. His dark eyes stare at you and if you didn’t know Ghost as well as you do, you would likely be shitting yourself right now. He pushes his snout into your palm for a moment before his rough tongue peaks out and licks over your palm, making you wince from how prickly his tongue is. Ghost then lets out a huff, his breath reaching your face as you watch the Jaguar—Gaz—slink up to your face, the three of them; Gaz, Soap, and Ghost invading your personal space. No doubt that they can smell how sick you are. You think absentmindedly about when they returned from their mission. 

“I’m okay.” You say, your voice hoarse. You can’t help but wince at how you sound, but you don’t dwell on it too much when Gaz’s hard head pushes into your cheek, making you smile. “Yes, I promise.” You add on, moving your hand from Soap’s head to Gaz’s neck, your other hand still attending to Ghost’s mane. You glance over to where Price is, seeing his two little ears peering up behind Ghost. You groan dramatically and pat the spot next to yourself. “C’mon, Captain. You guys can be my heaters, I guess.” You weakly joke, earning a whine from Soap, who hasn’t moved an inch from laying on top of you. You make a noise in return, your eyes feeling heavy once again when the heat surrounding you finally becomes comfortable. “Supposed to fix ‘em soon.” You mumble, already half asleep by the time you feel Price’s nose sniff your cheek, checking in on you.