#I want to hear hybrid generation in full

[gearchronocle]

full stop i think that hybrid generation (as in the rather obscure try3 character song) should have gotten a full version. I feel like one exists but we don't really know now do we... it's a great song but actively hindered by being 1 minute long i want more.... (also chrono doesn't sing enough so that makes me sad)

bushiroad. pleade. re-record it with aiai if you have to.... just release a full version...

[sweetlyskz]

Emerald Gem|| Chapter 1

Chapter one|Chapter two|Chapter three|Chapter four|Chapter five|Chapter six|

Paring: OT7! x Fem!Reader

Overview: Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one to talk to but the cows and pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stumble upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Genre: Hybrid Au, Strangers to lovers, slow burn

unedited*

At dawn, the roosters began to crow. They were your personal alarm clock. By the afternoon, you would have the Vegetables plowed and all the pigs fed. Emerald garden, full of color, would be watered. After all the chores were done, you could spend time on your hobbies. Painting, writing, cooking.

You truly kept yourself busy. But it became boring at times, lonely.

Emerald manor, your beloved home, was built for a family. With a large living room, a generous dining room, and too many bedrooms, it could be overwhelming for you. You liked to think about how you could fill this space, getting married, having a family. But you quickly realized that those things don’t come easy. Tired of the loneliness, you thought about adopting a pet. Maybe a dog to help with the farm?

And one day while you're cleaning the chicken coop you spot a fox about to pounce on one of the chickens.

“Hey!” you exclaim. “Get out of here!”

The fox stopped in its tracks and peered over at you, giving an intimidating glare. Then you realized, that wasn’t a fox.

It’s a person.

“Wait!” you attempted to come closer, but with each step forward, the fox went two steps backward. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”

The fox seemed dubious, cautiously stepping towards you. “F-food, please.” His voice was raspy, sore.

You immediately ran to get some food, coming back to the coop with some leftovers. Maybe this will suffice, you thought. You sat him down on the grass patch next to the chicken's den. You watched him devour the meal, as if he hadn’t eaten anything in weeks. Based on his appearance, he probably hadn’t. His fur coat was dirty and torn. You could see his ribs and his belly rumbled with each bite. “Sorry, miss”, he whispered.

You shook your head. “Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong. I’m Y/n. May I ask your name?”

You could tell he was nervous. Something about your presence made him anxious and fearful. Is he like this with everyone?

“H-Hoseok”, the fox uttered. “But I can’t stay long. My pack is waiting for me.” With a slight struggle, he stumbles back on his two feet. You grab him before he takes off.

“Please wait”, you politely asked. “Let me give you some food to take back to them. Don’t leave yet.”

He paused for a moment, seeming to be pondering over his next steps. “Okay”, he spoke softly. “But don’t be long. They may worry.”

With that, you hurry back into your home, running to the fridge to see what you can scrap up. Hopefully I have enough for all of them, you thought. Maybe you can give them a couple of chickens from the coop.

While carrying plastic wrap covered plates to your garden, you hear a scream coming from the coop. That must be Hoseok. Without haste, you ran to the chicken coops, the food left for the birds. Hovering over Hoseok was what looked like a wolf– well half wolf.

“Back away from him!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, trying to scare off the scary hybrid. He ignored you completely. Suddenly, you gain the courage to step up to it, pushing it off of the fox.

“Are you okay?” You helped him back on his feet, feeling the trembles in his hands. “Did he hurt you?”

“N-no, he would never hurt me”, He stuttered. “You don’t understand.” You looked at him confusingly, then looked at the wolf. He was fuming with anger.

“Y/n, this is my packmate, Joon.”

***

You’re not sure how feeding one hybrid led to having seven hybrids on your couch, but you have no one to blame but yourself.

“You want us to do what?!”

“Live here?” It was really just a random thought that popped in your head. You didn’t give it any thought. And seeing them dirty and hungry on your couch just made you blurt it out. Hoseok seemed thrilled but his Pack alpha, Joon, wasn't too excited.

“You must be out of your mind”, he laughed. “What do you think we are, pets?”

“No, not at all!” You shook your head. Something in the back of your mind tells you that they’ve been burned before, that they’ve been mistreated. You feel sort of sympathetic. Could they not trust anyone? “You guys don’t even have to stay here long. I just want to treat your wounds and offer some food.”

He still seemed doubtful. “Yeah? And what’s in it for you?”

That's the question he's been dying to ask. What about you? You thought about it for a moment. Wouldn’t any human being want to help out someone in need? The answer to that is no. However, maybe they need some good in their lives.

And you could use the company.

“Well, I kind of live here by myself”, You explain. “My parents moved to the city so I don’t see them often, and I don’t have any other family or friends. If I’m being honest, I really just need someone to converse with. And maybe a little help around the house.”

One of the packmates raised his hand, as if asking permission to speak. “We left the other home we were in. They may still be looking for us. We don’t want to put you in any danger.”

“We can figure all that out later”, you promise him. “Right now, you guys just need to wash up and get a proper rest.”

Hoseok turned to Joon, waiting for his response. “Please, Joon. We’ll be good, I promise.”

He glared at you for a second, trying to sense if this was another trap. Maybe she’s genuine, he thought. “Okay, but we won’t stay for long.” You could hear sighs of relief. Even you let out a puff of air, not realizing you were holding your breath.

“Thank you. Thank you so much for trusting me. I know that’s not easy.” You gave them a tour of Emerald farm, showing them their sleeping quarters and where they can wash up. When evening came around, you prepared a feast. Your hybrid guests gobbled down all they could– except Joon. He didn’t eat, probably from fear of being poisoned. Hopefully, one day he’ll trust me, you thought. But for now, all you can do is show them tender care and affection until they believe it.

When it becomes time for everyone to sleep in their rooms, you're left alone in the living room with our thoughts. Maybe some television will clear your mind. You never really use it. Living on a farm left you with plenty of other things to do, but why not? Turning on the television, you flip through the channels until one catches your attention.

Breaking news! Seven dangerous hybrids escaping from a research facility

*Taglist open!

[zhonglis-little-slvt]

So.. Zhongli.....

If he's a dragon hybrid as many depict him to be, seeing as he's the former Geo Archon, with much power. Would he be able to control himself and his draconic nature in the heat of the moment with a small fragile human?

Two thick cocks stood before you, slightly weighed down from their length. You gulped, excitement and fear rising in you as you looked up at your lover from where you kneeled below him.

You were sat neatly on a silken pillow before the former Archon, while the male in question sat tall on the couch in front of you. His lithe index finger poked at your throat before his finely trimmed claw slowly and gently made it's way up to your chin to tilt your face toward his own, forcing your gaze to meet his amber eyes.

"What's wrong little thing?" He asks with a dark chuckle. Your legs shift below you on the pillow as you try to distract your nerves from becoming too much to handle, unknowingly avertingnur gaze.

With a snap of his fingers he regains your attention. Leaning down he places a festher-light kiss to your plush lips. "Talk to me sweetheart." He said, his tone slightly softer, but you could still hear the authority behind his words which made you shiver in anticipation.

"Not sure if I can do it." You murmured quietly. You had worried about having your first time in general but now? Seeing the length, the girth. Knowing how much it must hurt to stretch that far. You were intimidated to say the least.

He huffed out a soft laugh. "You can. I'll guide you through and we'll go gentle at first." The promise in his words had your heart melting. You knew you loved this man and you trusted him, so all you had to do was trust him one more time. "O-okay. Going slow. Got it." You replied, more so to yourself than to him.

He smiled as he watched you near his lengths with your mouth slightly agape. Hesitantly, you licked your lips before putting the tip of the first cock in your mouth. Just the tip was wide enough to have you open your mouth more than you had anticipated. A grunt sounded from above, making you look up at Zhongli to see his amber eyes... glowing?

Just as you were about to pull off to ask about his condition he suddenly spoke. "Fuck that feels so good. Think you can take me back a bit more baby girl?" You still wanted to ask but seeing the need written on his face made you quickly decide to hold off. After a quick breath through your nose you leaned forward a bit further, taking more of him into your mouth. Your gaze fell to his body as you saw what you were doing to him.

As pleasure consumed the former Archon, his arms turned black while his veins glowed a vibrant gold. The tips of his chocolate brown hair began to glow a soft orange hue as you saw his trimmed claws get slightly longer. Seeing the effect you had on him only empowered your actions, giving you a sense of pride as you began to lightly suck on the thick appendage the laid upon your tongue.

His hand raked through your hair as a growl rumbled through his chest. "Such a good girl- taking that cock." Your eyes roamed back up to his fave to see his pupils had turned to slits. His sharpened features had you rubbing your thighs together in need as you began to feel wet. "Can you take more? Just a little more? For me." He asked, his velvety smooth voice had you leaking as your tongue licked over a particularly thick vein it had found as you slid further down his shaft, causing his head to fall back with a loud moan.

His second cock was now in your face as you suckled on the first. Feeling a bit bad for ignoring the poor thing for so long you reached up to thumb at the tip. A sharp gasp had you looking up to see him arching his back with his head on the back of the couch. "Oh, oh my- Such a good girl." He praised.

He took your freehand and sat it upon his thigh as he held it while he smiled down at you, his fangs on full display for his special girl. "Look at you, making Daddy feel good like this." At that, you gagged and made him moan. "Oh? Was that a gag? Did I cause that?" He asked in a teasing tone.

Averting your gaze you focused back on his second cock as you smeared his precum around the tip. "Hey, good girls don't ignore their Daddy." He said as he made you look at him by lightly pulling at your hair, making ue softly whine. "You like that don't you?" Not able to pull away you huffed on his cock and sucked a bit harder which had him releasing your hair and squeasing your hand. "Oh yes you do!"

After you had gotten used to his length you began to bob your head and pump your small fist around him. His jaw dropped as his eyes rolled. You would be smirking with pride if your mouth wasn't full at the moment.

Your panties were soaked as was the pillow below you, and you knew he was close from how his thighs tensed. Tightening your grip on his second length you stroked him quickly and after a few swift pumps, you were gulping down dragon cum while more spilled over his abdomen.

You dropped your hands to your lap but your head remained in place as he came down your throat, the warm, white liquid stopping after a moment. Once his orgasm was finished you gave him one final suck before pulling away with a heavy pant. Getting proper breaths of air for the first time in minutes you took slow breaths with a prideful grin, you just made a dragon cum. Correction- you just made your dragon cum!

After he caught his breath, Zhongli sat up to look at you. "Hah- You ready?" He asked with a devilish grin. "Ready? I just finished?" You said confused. He only laughed

"You had me finish, now it's my turn." He growled out, sounding nearly feral as he leaned down from the couch and pinned you to the floor.

His forked tongue slithered over your collarbone and up your neck before delving into your mouth. You moaned softly as his teeth nipped at your lips whilst he explored your wet cavern. He was rough yet gentle and his actions have you writhing beneath him.

"Shh, patient. You'll get what you want soon enough." He soothed as his hand snaked down your body to pull off your drenched panties. His fingers slid over your folds, gathering your arousal before he found your clit. "Looks like someone's excited, hm?" He hummed into your ear lowly, resulting in a soft moan from you. He toyed with your clit, pinching, pulling, circling it with his claws, anything that had you arching your back.

Pressing a finger into your tight entrance, he began to thrust his digit in and out of you repeatedly. A lewd squelching sound resonating in the air as he adds another clawed finger overtime, stretching your dampened hole to take him. "Feeling good down there?" He asks? A teasing lilt to his voice. You can only nod, not trusting your voice.

Slowly he drags his fingers over your g-spot and pulls them from your core. A wet 'pop' sounding through the room. He takes the slick arousal from your leaking pussy and smears it along his cocks, sticking himself up before pressing both his tips to your core.

"Daddys little girl ready to take him?" He asks. You knew the question however, was rhetorical, as he already began pushing both lengths into your waiting hole, making you cry in ecstasy. "Oh my- Daddy!"

Your head fell back, expecting to be met with the hard floor but instead was met with the soft pads of your lovers fingertips. "That's it baby, let go." He sweetly cooed as he continued to push into your small hole.

Panting, you felt the wood peeling as your nails scratched at it. You felt as if he was trying to rip you in two in the most pleasurable way possible. It wasn't until you felt him stop moving did you breathe somewhat normally again. His tips were pressed against your cervix, hitting the deepest parts of your pussy and filling you full.

Without warning he began rutting into you. Thrusting into your small body as his clawed hands gripped your hips and kept them firmly held against the floor. His eyes were slides and his tongue was out. He looked like he wasn't even there anymore!

Despite your minor concerns for what was happening, you couldn't do a thing. Moans and gasps slipped from your lips as his twin cocks pummeled your insides without mercy.

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You laid on the floor panting as you came for the nth time that night. Zhongli was blissed out of his mind at the moment, his eyes were rolled back as he laid his head upon your chest. Everything was so peaceful despite the feeling of the pulsing in your core from his cocks still being buried balls deep inside you. But at the moment, you didn't care.

Everything was warm, you were content, and the moment he woke up- you knew you would be getting the best aftercare knowing to dragonkind.

This was a request but to anyone else who got this far. I hope you enjoyed it you fellow sluts <3

[holybibly]

Yesterday I was talking to one of my bunnies and we had a very interesting discussion. Remembering San's life with the famous search for "fan fiction", I thought: what if someone from Ateez could be one of my anonymous bunnies?

So here we are.

Which member do you most resemble, bunny? Tell me in the comments. I'm interested.

Ateez as bannies in Holy Bibly blog

Seonghwa - Mommy's most obedient bunny

♥ First one to find the blog

♥ Totally under the spell of atmosphere

♥ Wants to call me Mommy

♥ Totally shameless but extremely obedient

♥ Wants to be called only "Good Boy/Sugar Bunny"

♥ Always asks permission before touching himself: "I've been a good mommy, can I play with myself?"

♥ Gets bored and needy if there are no answers from me

♥ Favourite AU! - Submissive idol, Mommy Hwa, bunny/kitten hybrid, househusband

♥ If he doesn't get attention, he goes a little crazy

♥ Every day he asks me how I'm doing and shows a lot of concern for me.

♥ Biting his lips and whimpering when he sees my answers

♥ Favourite ff - ℌ𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡

♥ A passionate desire to be the most loved bunny in the world

♥ A slut for compliments

♥ Uses his cute little bunny toy to rub his pretty cock all over it

♥ Silk pajamas and sweets

♥ A blushing, aching mess

♥ Soft NSFW Links

♥ "I'll be always belong to you, Mommy"

♥ He prides himself on being the most beloved bunny.

♥ He's jealous but doesn't show it because he doesn't want to upset me.

♥ When he touches himself, he moans and whimpers.

♥ Absolutely precious boy

♥ Writes tender vulgar messages in DMs

♥ He puts his fingers in his mouth, drools on them and rolls his eyes.

♥ Always asks for permission before he cum: "Please, Mommy, can I cum now? I've been such a good little bunny for you."

♥ Checking my blog is the first thing he does when he wakes up.

♥ In general, he really wants to be pampered and to be adored.

San - Shy and gentle / toxic bunny

♥ He found out about the blog by chance. He saw a message about the new post on Hwa's phone.

♥ At first he was terribly embarrassed by all the things. But then he became too addicted.

♥ He calls me My Lady, but secretly he yearns to call me Mommy.

♥ The only time he checks the blog is at night, when he is alone.

♥ He is too quick to be turned on by even the most innocent of messages. It just does things for him.

♥ Too shy to send a request, but would really like to do so.

♥ Wants to be called "Kitten/Handsome Boy", but secretly goes by "Sir".

♥ He is jealous and wants to have my full attention.

♥ Favourite AU! - Kitten Hybrid, Royal, Striptease/Sex Work, Professor Choi

♥ Licks his lips all the time during reading

♥ Bites his shirt so Mingi and Seonghwa can't hear how loud he moans when he jerks off.

♥ The kind of guy who likes to rub his dick all over the sheets

♥ He has a penchant for nipple stimulation.

♥ Favourite ff - ℑ𝔱'𝔰 𝔜𝔬𝔲

♥ Discovery of new kinks in himself after reading my work

♥ After several months of keeping quiet, he plucks up the courage to ask request.

♥ Overly excited about Sugar Weekend, but actually his favourite part is Unholy Hours

♥ Generally torn between wanting to be the best kitty and wanting to control me.

♥ One of the most possessive bunnies here.

♥ A bit of a toxic bunny, but very sweet.

Yeosang - lost/curious bunny

♥ Found the blog because Woo couldn't shut up about it.

♥ Confused by all the requests and the frankness of the bunnies

♥ The first few weeks he didn't understand what was going on.

♥ Literally 🧍🏻He even had to ask Hwa about it. He got a detailed lecture with a demonstration of the materials.

♥ The more he reads, the more addicted he is to it.

♥ He've set up notifications to alert him to new posts so he doesn't miss anything.

♥ He giggles and kicks his legs like a schoolgirl when he reads my replies to the other bunnies.

♥ Gentle baby.

♥ Favourite AU! - Heavy Dom Yeosang, Toxic Boyfriend, Sugar Baby.

♥ Calls me "Miss" or "My Queen".

♥ A very polite bunny who keeps asking me how I'm doing: "My Queen, are you looking after yourself well? You need to drink a lot of water and take vitamins".

♥ Really excited about Yeosang Unni - this is his Roman Empire.

♥ He masturbates in the shower and thinks about all my works.

♥ Each time he remembers the request for a bunny and a shower head.

♥ Moaning in a low and deep voice - "velvet moaning", his favourite phrase.

♥ Wants to be brave and send a request for the Unholy Hour. But doesn't know how to do it properly.

♥ An exquisite bunny with an elegant taste.

♥ He is a little puffy due to the amount of work about him, but he is waiting for Pastor Yeosang and is literally counting the hours until the publication.

♥ Because he wants to have an intimate relationship with me, he doesn't want to discuss it with others.

♥ He loves to be called "My love"

Hongjoong - cheeky/slutty bunny

♥ Finds out about the blog through Hwa. He talks about it all the time, bragging left and right about all the attention he gets from me. Also because of Wooyoung and Mingi's fight over the position of my favorite bunny.

♥ He immediately jumps on the topic.

♥ He has no shame "I'm good in all position"

♥ He boldly communicates with other bunnies, replies to comments and starts whole threads.

♥ No requests, he will write to me in DM right away.

♥ Favourite FF - 𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔉𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡

♥ Sneaks around on web sites looking for new fur coats

♥ Wants me to call him "Daddy" when he calls me "Mommy".

♥ Attention eater

♥ Maddening jealous: "I just want you to think about me all the time. I'm your favourite bunny."

♥ When tired or upset, comes to talk about his day.

♥ Won't shut up about the results of the voting for a "gift" fic: "You know I'm better than Mingi, right?"

♥ Creates his own sex playlist.

♥ Fan of NSFW Links

♥ Jerks off late at night in his studio. Also likes to touch himself in the shower.

♥ Saves his favourite parts of ff in a separate file.

♥ A moaning mess.

♥ Sometimes forgets his cocky behaviour and asks me to look after him.

♥ All in all very gentle and needy.

♥ Loves to be intimate.

♥ Reading works about Hwa on the sly: "That's my boy" - heartly.

♥ Likes to have conversations with me about kinks.

♥ Favourite AU! - Sugar Daddy, Wolf/Leopard Hybrids, Dilf, Pirate King, CEO

Wooyoung - needy/brat bunny

♥ Found out about the blog by stealing Yeosang's phone. Poor guy choked on his protein shake when he saw Woo looking at the blog.

♥ Totally in love with everything that happens.

♥ Lives and breathes thanks to my work.

♥ Priest Wooyoung is his Roman Empire, rubbing it in everyone's face how fucking hot it was.

♥ He is shameless and open to the point of being impossible.

♥ DM messages 24/7 a day.

♥ He likes to flirt with the other bunnies.

♥ Likes to be called "Good boy / Sweetheart / Foxy".

♥ Will talk about anything and everything in the world.

♥ He deliberately upsets me so that he gets punished: "I've been such a bad bunny, is Mommy going to punish me?"

♥ Loves humiliation.

♥ Calls me "Mommy" in a very horny way.

♥ Spams me with the most depraved requests on a non-stop basis.

♥ Favourite AU! - Fox/Kitten hybrid, sugar baby, toxic boyfriend, religion, sugar daddy (he believes in his potential).

♥ Possesses jealousy: "I can be the only one, can't I?"

♥ Likes to deny himself an orgasm while reading - wants to cum with the characters.

♥ Always horny, so our correspondence tends to be more like a dirty-talking manual.

♥ Comfortably oversized clothes and bulging veins in his forearms.

♥ Favorite FF - 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔲𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩

♥ He is incredibly affectionate: "Mommy, do you want me to take care of you? I'm going to behave, I promise".

♥ He will have the audacity to tell me that he masturbates and will ask me to help him with it.

♥ Incredibly loud when he's jerking off. Doesn't care who hears him. Has an amazing time and can't think of anything else.

♥ After a hard day, he loves jerking off in his bed. He takes his time and spreads the pleasure all over the place. Of course, he cum without permission.

♥ "I want to be punished, Mommy".♥ All in all, a soft loverboy.

Yunho - shy/slutty bunny

♥ Finds out about the blog from Hwa. Follows him like a lost puppy until Seonghwa shares the link.

♥ He is a bit shy at first, but he quickly gets involved.

♥ He leaves comments and sends sweet messages to the inbox like an energetic and inspired bunny.

♥ Shy to DM me, but really wants to.

♥ Unholy hours are his thing.

♥ Has a tendency towards corruption kink, size kink, size training.

♥ Yungi is his favourite pairing.

♥ Obediently waits for the second part of BOTH.

♥ Prefers to be called "Pretty boy/Puppy/Sugar bunny".

♥ Calls me "My Lady", but wants to be strong enough to call me "Mistress".♥ Shyly asks for permission to touch himself "May I? Please"

♥ He had no idea how crazy everyone was about his hands until he'd read my work.

♥ Will definitely try putting them in his mouth before mirror to see how that works.

♥ Waiting for new posts like an impatient puppy.

♥ Very excited about the upcoming Priest Yunho fic. Secretly angry about the fact that Wooyoung is the only one who has had his own fic in this series so far.

♥ Favourite AU! - Sugar Daddy, Sub Idol, Yandere, Office, Wolf/Golden Retriever Hybrid

♥ Checks the blog a couple of times a day.

♥ Usually jerks off in the late hours of the night after everyone else has gone to bed.

♥ Cries and pants when he starts playing with himself.

♥ He likes to be overstimulated. He cums at least 3-4 times and brings himself to tears.

♥ He has a fake pussy that he can play with.

♥ "It's so fucking tight, fuck"

♥ He will definitely tell me what he did yesterday evening.

♥ Other than that, he is just a sweet, golden boy.

Mingi - shameless/horny bunny

♥ He found out about the blog when Yunho accidentally spilled the beans about it.

♥ He fell in love immediately and forever.

♥ I'm definitely his favourite.

♥ Loves to read comments, has a big grin on his face all the time.

♥ Very full of himself.

♥ He gets horny too fast and is able to jerk off several times a day.

♥ Calls me "Mistress" in the most perverse manner.

♥ Sends me requests, writes in DMs, and wants my complete and all-consuming attention.

♥ Competing for be favourite bunny on the blog with Seonghwa.

♥ Prefers to be called "Dirty Boy/Fox".

♥ He will definitely write to me in DM to tell me how much he gets turned on by what I write.

♥ Receives a notification every time a new post is made.

♥ "You can put a collar around my neck and strangle me to death, mistress."

♥ He's waiting for a fic about himself as a fox hybrid, he thinks he'd look great with a bushy tail.

♥ DIRTY TALK

♥ He is very possessive: "I would hate to share you with anyone else".

♥ He tests my patience

♥ ℭ𝔯𝔞𝔷𝔶 𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔪 is his religion.

♥ Favourite AU! - Pervert Idol, Sugar Daddy, Striptease/Sex Work, Professor Mingi, Vampire.

♥ He likes to stroke his dick while reading, he is in no hurry with the pleasure.

♥ "Are you going to punish me, Mistress? I've been such a naughty boy."

♥ To punish him, I decided to write down the most detailed dirt on him and send it to him at a totally unexpected time.

♥ He bites his lips and moans softly, swearing terribly.

♥ However, he adores me and will never stop complimenting me.

Jongho - innocent/not innocent bunny

♥ He has no idea why his Hyungs are so obsessed with my blog. Figures it all out for himself through the search for my nickname on Tumblr.

♥ Thinks the whole dynamic between me and the bunnies is funny and he smiling all the time.

♥ Slowly becoming addicted.

♥ He is very interested in the Omegaverse and how it all works.

♥ The bunny that asks questions in the inbox.

♥ "What do I have to call you?" "Are there any rules to follow?" "How open can I be with you?"

♥ Sneaky sends requests about himself to the Unholy Hours

♥ 100% enabled new posts notifications

♥ Pisses off all the Hyungs by being friends with me.

♥ He and Yunho are the main gossips in the dorm and have discussions about everything and anything.

♥ A diligent and obedient bunny with a few hidden kinks.

♥ Loves hip riding, choking and spanking, these things makes him horny.

♥ He is having the time of his life.

♥ Favourite AU! - Sugar Daddy, Hard dom, Omegaverse, Idol x Idol

♥ Reads my blog all over the place, as if it were just a news portal.

♥ He is one of the most sociable bunnies, but he is still anonymous.

♥ My stories make him horny and he doesn't like to lose control of himself.

♥ He ends up masturbating in the bathroom, breathing heavily and biting the palm of his hand to stop himself from moaning out loud.

♥ Loves the idea of NSFW links. He secretly saves all the videos on his phone.

♥ Wants to be called "Darling/Sweet".

♥ He is very caring, so he is always on the lookout for my well-being.

♥ He feels very comfortable and has a lot of fun with me.

♥ He blushes like a school girl when I call him "Sugar Bunny"

[s0urw00lf]

can you make fluff alphabet for klaus mikaelson

Fluff alphabet - Klause mikaelson

A = Affection (how affectionate is he?) klaus is a big ball of affection when it comes to you. It’s actually quite funny to see the big bad klaus mikaelson all fluffy

B = body (what’s his favorite body part of yours) i think Klaus loves your stomach, because its a way he could always be touching you. Like he’ll have his hand on your stomach in public to make sure you don’t get separated

C = cuddle (how do they like to cuddle) clause loves holding you. So any way he could hold you would be his favorite.

D = dance (how do they dance with you) Klaus having lived through so many generations of dance would teach you any one you wanted to know, and he’s so elegant with it.

E = emotions (how do they process their emotions around you) Klaus prefers to be around you all times of the day, you keep his emotions at bay, but when he really needs it you just sit and listen to him rant as he paints or while you run your fingers through his hair

F = family (how is he around your family) he hates your family and they hate him all except your little brother/sister. So most of the time he’d just spend time with them and make sure so slightly spoil them, much to your dismay

G = gratitude (how great full are they for you) Klaus is so grateful for you, he loves how gentle you are with him, even knowing the beast he can be at times.

H = honesty (do they have secrets) funnily enough Klaus has no secrets from you, you’d known a lot about him before you’d even met him. They were mostly bad things, so he’d decided there was no point in hiding anything.

I = inspiration (do you change them in any way) you inspire Klaus to be a better person, not for himself but you. He’d hate himself if an enemy of his decided to go after you to get to him

J = jealousy (do they get jealous easily) yes. Klaus is the king of jealousy, he knows you love him but it doesn’t stop the nagging thought that maybe one day you’d have had too much of him and leave him stranded

K = kiss (where is their favorite place to kiss you) he loves to kiss your shoulders, seeing as your always standing in front of him like his queen and that’s the easiest accessible way to kiss you.

L = love confession (how did they confess their love for you) you had to force the confession out of him. You’d grown tired of his mind games, and told him that if he didnt fess up you’d leave him forever. That forced it right out of him.

M = marriage (does they want to get married) i don’t know, i think he would just so you’d have his last name, but other than that I don’t think he’d really care

N = nicknames (what do they call you) love, darling, Gorgeous, beautiful…

O = open (are they open about things) Klaus is very open with you about even his younger days, his family, and his father

P = patience (are they patient with you) Klaus is extremely patient with you, unless your trying to tick him off, then he plays right into your game

Q = quirks (random ability they have that beneficial to the relaxation ship) Klaus has so many abilities its unfair. The enhanced hearing/strength/speed/compelling plus his painting ability

R = romance (how romantic are they) again having lived through multiple generations, Klaus has seen his fair share of romance. So yes he is very romantic

S = security (do the provide safety for you) come on now. This is the original hybrid were talking about. Your more safe than the king of England

T = tender (how soft are they with you) Klaus is incredibly soft and cuddly. He loves you too much to even think about using the strength of a normal human let alone his vampire strength

U = upkeep (how clean are they) klaus is very clean, and extremely well kept. I mean his clothing choices should say it all

V = vulnerability (can they allow themselves to be vulnerable with you) he loves that he can be vulnerable with you, and not have to hide his feelings

W = wholesome (do they do little sweet things) Klaus would do anything for you if you’d ask. But he makes sure to keep up with the little things. Like bringing you flowers, or opening your doors, guiding you up/down stairs.

Y = yearning (how do they act when they yearn to be in your presence) he acts like a complete baby, you can’t count the amount of times Rebekah has called annoyed over Klaus’s whining

Z = zen (what makes them feel calm) klaus likes going to a nearby waterfall with you, listening to you talk and the water falling in the background gives him an unexplainable ammount of piece

[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club series)

(strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!x reader)

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ minors skiddaddle pls

Chapter 009: Nina

There’s a new girl at Hellfire and Eddie is seemingly wrapped around her finger. Meanwhile, Max makes a shocking new discovery…

* = somewhat smut

** = smut

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

word count: 3.8k words

disclaimers & warnings — ⚠️ this is a verrrryy emotionally intense chapter. pls read at your discretion ; generational curses, physical altercations, profanities, throwing objects, heated arguments, implications of suspected grooming, shy girl being delulu, lmk if anything else

“Shouldn't have to listen to the shit you say.”

♡

"C’mon... COME ON!" Dustin roars in frustration. "What starts with a T and ends with a C?"

Slow Monday afternoons call for Wordle with the Party.

With little else to do in Hawkins on your day off, you find yourself situated at DRAGON’S BREATH with Steve, Dustin, and Jonathan’s younger brother Will.

Figuring out the last Wordle is a daunting task. Thankfully Argyle has been periodically swinging by, his emotional support nachos being the only thing keeping you from ripping out your hair.

"Tunic," Will suggests.

"Tonic," Steve contributes. "Like tonic water."

"Topic?" you pitch in. “Like Hot Topic.”

This is taking all of your last brain cells combined.

"Topic was one of them, Shy Girl,” Dustin sighs irritably. “I said that already.”

You raise your arms, surrendering. It seems you’ve poked the beast.

It’s been hard for you to focus anyway. The hot and heavy night you spent with Eddie a couple nights ago is taking up all the space of your dirty little mind.

You think of Eddie. His moans. The O-shape his mouth made as he chased his own pleasure on you. How full your pussy felt with just his three fingers pulsing in and out, and how full your mouth felt with Eddie's cock ramming the back of your throat with no mercy. The taste of him. How shocked he looked when you swallowed. How rough he was with you, but oh so thoughtful at the same time.

Truly an experience from another dimension. And you’re already fantasizing about the next time.

But you still want to keep it on the down low. Considering Eddie might still be seeing his Lady Friend, and you're still getting shagged by his roommate whenever he’s not home, you can't exactly get mad at him for texting someone who isn't you.

“Pssst,” you nudge Steve while the others brainstorm. “I think Eddie is talking to Nina again.”

Confusion sets in on Steve's face. He raises his eyebrows. “What?”

“Yeah,” you smirk, trying to pretend that it doesn’t hurt. “Saw a message exchange between them a couple days ago.”

“Who’s Nina?”

“Isn’t that the Lady Friend’s name?”

“No…” Steve shakes his head. “Lady Friend’s name was Heather.”

It really has you wondering now... who is Nina?

"Yeah, the kukris are cool huh?" you hear Eddie's soothing voice come into earshot.

Odd. He stopped coming in on Mondays, you thought.

"That's the cool thing about owning a business,” you hear Eddie explain. “You get to choose where the money goes, when it goes, how it goes — at least most of the time."

Where have you heard that before?

Then Eddie comes into view, with a girl walking very closely behind him.

She’s stunning, standing to be about five-foot-two with a youthful face, petite body, and straight, long jet-black hair. Both conventionally, and legitimately beautiful, the girl looks to be at least 20 years old, dressed in cream-colored Chuck Taylor's, tattered booty shorts, and a playful white off-the-shoulder blouse. Scattered fine-line tattoos ornament her body. Her makeup has been flawlessly painted on, her lash extensions a hybrid between voluminous and wispy. And because you’re from Southern California, you can spot lip injections from a mile away.

A new dancer.

"This is where you clock in," Eddie explains to her. "I'll be sure to get you your punch in code by the end of the week. Over at the lounge we have Will, Shy Girl, Steve, and Dustin. Hey guys!”

Now you know why it sounds familiar. You received a very identical run down when you first started.

You're too shocked to wave so you feign a smile at your new colleague. Also, Eddie is too quick for you to react.

"We call the hookah lounge Dragon's Breath," Eddie continues. "And main-stage-slash-tip-rail is called Vecna's Lair."

They walk over to VECNA'S LAIR and you crane your neck to watch.

You observe Eddie give the girl a very familiar run down of Hellfire, using his arms to talk and eyes to listen.

She laughs at Eddie's charm, as anyone would. They talk for a bit more before he walks, what looks like to you, a predatory circle around her — a lion and a gazelle — and then spins her. Then Eddie does something that just about snaps your heart in half.

“MWAH!” he exclaims. “You are gonna do great. I just know it.”

The verbal kiss. The spin. The drowning her in compliments. Everything he did with you.

If Eddie’s gonna do his job, could he at least make every interaction with his employees unique? It all makes you feel betrayed. As if you were just another number in the factory.

"Traitor." you hiss sharply under your breath.

You abruptly stand up to start towards Eddie, hands balled into fists at the blatant disrespect displayed in front of you. You feel sick to your stomach, skin seemingly dragon-green with envy.

"That’s seven letters not five!" Dustin calls after you.

Eddie sees you in his periphery and waves. For the sake of keeping the peace, the smile you exude is fake to him, but friendly to the girl next to him.

"Hey, Hargrove!" Eddie smiles. "We've got a new person on board."

"I see that!" you exclaim. "Hi, I'm Shy Girl."

"I'm Nina," she introduces herself with a bright smile. "It's nice to meet you."

You two shake hands. Nina is just darling. Her eyes are so kind and bright, full of wonder. Her energy is warm. For a second there she was making you nervous.

“Y-you gonna be starting with us soon?” you investigate.

“Yeah, I start on Friday!”

“First dancing gig?”

Eddie shoots you a look, almost as if what you said was disrespectful. It wasn’t your intention. You were just wondering, after all. Nina looks really, really young.

“Uh, no actually,” Nina smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve been dancing since I was 18. So two-ish years now.”

Your soul hurts.

Eighteen is just a baby. Twenty is a fresh adult. Nina is only a year older than the kiddos and can't even be near POTIONS without redirection from Henry.

Now you’re disgusted with Eddie. Why would he ever get so close to someone so young? You thought teenagers at Hellfire made him queasy. Nina is 20 now, but still. What would she have in common with a 28 year old? What about her was so appealing to Eddie?

“Oh! That’s cool… I think?”

Eddie’s harsh lines deepen across his face.

“Nina, why won’t you put your bag down by the cubbies, sweetheart?” Eddie suggests. “Then I’ll have Argyle make you something to eat. My treat.”

“Okay!” Nina chimes. "I was eyeing the chicken wings."

"Done deal. Wings or flats?"

"Flats!" Nina says as she skips away. "Please."

Eddie's admiring eyes trail after her as Nina acqauints herself with Hellfire.

So many questions arise in your head. Is Nina who Eddie’s been texting all this time? Did she come in and audition like you did? Did he ask her out on an 'orientation' lunch/dinner that he apparently does with all of his dancers? It wouldn't surprise you. None of this behavior is new.

This jealousy feels icky. And most of all, it hurts.

"Ugh!" Eddie clutches his chest. He turns to you. "I love her already."

You remain stiff as a board as Eddie slowly leans into you. A part of you is aching to lean in as well, but you can’t give him the satisfaction.

Eddie hovers his hand over the small of your back because he knows Steve is watching. His eyes are out on a prowl per usual the way they burn into you.

"Looking beautiful as always," Eddie compliments you. "How are you? I haven't stopped thinking about you since Saturday."

He looks over your shoulder at the Wordle group.

"What was the last word?"

“Don’t know,” you huff. “You seem to have gotten it.”

“What?” Eddie questions cluelessly.

“With Nina,” you cross your arms. "And all your words that you've been wooing her with."

“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Eddie scowls. His hand drops back to his side. “You're mad because I... hired a stripper? Cause that’s kinda what I do.”

“I'm not mad that you hired a stripper, you literally own a strip club,” you shrug. “It’s just that…I didn’t know you use the same script with every new hire.”

"I'm sorry? Script?”

"You used almost the exact same words with me, Eddie," you explain. "Like you do with everybody I'm guessing.”

Disbelief sets in on Eddie's face, accompanied by an ounce of fear. Eddie is scared of something.

"Well, I don't know what you expected me to do when you first started," Eddie shrugs. "I'm not gonna come off strong and hit on you like some creep. Of course I'm gonna give you the same treatment I give everybody."

Eddie's got a solid rationale, but it didn't take away from the fact that you simply felt ordinary. When you compare the interactions side by side, nothing about Shy Girl stuck out from Nina.

"Why are we even having this conversation right now?" Eddie asks you. "We're not even together."

“I’m not trying to pick a fight, believe me,” you cross your arms. “I’m just disappointed is all. You made me really think you were falling for me.”

“Oh so all it takes is me walking with a girl to have all of my words not ring true anymore?”

Your tongue and stomach are in knots. All you can do is stand there and blubber like a baby. You’re making no sense, you’re aware. But why does it hurt you so bad?

Eddie paces back and forth. "I don't even know why I feel the need to explain myself, Hargrove,” he continues. “I’m not the one fucking the other’s best friend."

It's a reasonable standpoint. Still. You felt disgusting.

“Yeah but..." you argue softly. "How can you feel so comfortable touching…kissing…interacting with someone like that after being so intimate with me?”

Your boss can only release a chuckle, a baffled one at that. He shakes his head rapidly.

“Just because we hooked up over the weekend, you think you have a say in who I associate with or what goes on around here?" Eddie spews. “What, are you trying to take over Hellfire or something?”

Your lip quivers. “I never said that! Where did that even come from? Why are you so fucking defensive right now?”

Eddie’s nose flares angrily as he tries to keep himself collected. Suddenly, Nina calls out for his attention and he softens up again.

“Eddie!” the new girl cheers. “Argyle gave me some of his flats and it's so good! I think I’m gonna shoot for Creeping Death next!”

“Hey, nice!” Eddie smiles. “You like spicy, huh?”

“Mhm!”

It would be a lot easier to hate her if she did something to you. But Nina didn't do anything.

Eddie turns back around to face you, kicking at the ground before he thinks of something to say.

“Let’s not do this right now,” Eddie resigns, placing his hands over his hips. “You uh…clocking in?”

“No, I’m going home actually,” you respond. “It’s my day off.”

Eddie makes a face. You project it back onto him. For a moment, you two are staring at each other, appalled at one another's behavior. Being infatuated with the literal mirror version of yourself is hell.

“Hey Eddie!” Will calls. “Do you know a five-lettered word that starts with T and ends with C?”

Eddie’s eyes don’t leave you.

“Sure do,” he answers. “TOXIC.”

There’s a pause.

“BADA-BOOM!” Dustin hollers. “That’s the one.”

Eddie doesn't bother to chase you after your mini altercation. Just then, another pair of heels that don't belong to you click across the hard club floor. Chrissy comes into sight, holding a tray of slushees and her car keys in her hands.

“Hey guys!” Chrissy sings. “I got us some slushees from 7-Eleven. They're Cherry flavored...”

“I’ll pass,” you huff. “You can give one to Nina.”

“Ooh we have someone new?!” she chirps. “Where?”

Chrissy notices your shift in attitude when you walk away and Eddie’s stand-offish posture.

“What the fuck did you say to her?” you hear her snap at Eddie as you walk away.

“Nothing,”

“Bullshit. You look guilty as fuck.”

You stomp your way back over to your section and ask Steve to hand you your purse. It's obvious by the look on his face that Steve caught onto what you were feeling. He doesn't question it. He hands you your things.

"I'm not feeling too well, guys," you announce. "I'm going home."

You collect your trash and organize it neatly for Argyle when he comes back over with some waffle fries. Showing your appreciation for him, you thank him and give him a soft pat on the shoulder.

"Argyle, you should've seen the new girl," Dustin fawns. "She's so pretty."

"Yeah?" Argyle quirks up. "What's her name?"

"Nina."

"Was she hot?" he turns to the guys. "Byers, what do you think? Was she a 10 or what?"

Will, who never seems to pay the Hellfire girls any mind, eyes glued to his sketchbook instead of their sultry outfits, squirms around in his seat. He shrugs. "I-I don't know."

"Steve?"

"She was pretty cute."

Your blood boils. Not her stealing Steve's heart too!

"Nina…” Argyle repeats. "How exotic. She sounds like a small feisty Latina woman."

“Bet Shy Girl can vouch,” Dustin comments. “Right, Shy Girl?”

Intrigued, the line cook turns to you.

"Well, Shy Girl? Is she giving chunti, chingona, or what?”

Steve encourages Argyle to stop as you walk away, hair covering the sides of your face on the way out.

“What?” Argyle sounds bewildered. “What’d I say?”

"Was I made from a broken home?"

A girls day with Max would surely take your mind off of the Nina situation. She always knew how to make you feel better. Lucky for you, she is home today, evident by her skateboard that is situated neatly in the garage.

You hear some commotion coming from your shared bedroom and go in to greet her.

"Hey girl hey!" you call out to your sister. "It's my day off so I was wondering if you wanted to go t-"

You pause in your tracks, horrified.

"Hmm," Max ponders aloud. "Last time I recall, stilettos and G-strings aren't really part of nursing home etiquette."

Propped open on Max’s bed is one of your unpacked suitcases, the one that you hid all your lingerie, heels, and the Hellfire shirt Eddie gave you when you first started in. Typically you lock it but you left it open this morning. Out of all days Max had to look through your room, it had to be today.

Max has a tennis racket in her hand, the handle acting as a hook the way it swept up a thong of yours so effortlessly. You feel your knees buckle.

"What are you doing looking through my stuff, you little shit?" you bark.

"Looking for my sports bras," Max replies nonchalantly. "Still can't find 'em."

She dangles the thong in the air like it's something she caught at the lake.

"Found some other goodies though."

"You couldn't have just waited to ask me?"

"I would've had to wait a day or two since you work nights," Max snaps. "Now I know why. And do I even need to ask where?"

Just what you needed. This is JUST what you needed.

You feel exposed. Violated. Disrespected. In every aspect and every situation. There was no safe place to turn. It makes you angry.

Fine. If people are going to disrespect you, you'll be disrespectful too.

"When is it EVER okay to snoop?" you hiss. "Have you any respect for others and their belongings? How would you feel if I started picking apart at your shit?"

"I wouldn’t care because I don't have anything to hide."

"That's not the fucking point, Maxine."

"Oh, not the government name!" Max exclaims, sassily putting a hand over her chest.

That really tips you over the edge.

"I should've known," Max proceeds, shaking her head. She chucks the racket back onto her bed. “You haven't renewed your CPR cert since you graduated high school. And you need that to even work as a caregiver. Didn't catch that loophole when you were LYING, did you?"

"I was lying to protect you."

"You still lied, Sis," Maxine argues. "You're missing the point..."

Oh, now she wants to mimmick you.

You're blind-sided. Tunnel-visioned. You are feeling all five stages of grief all at once. It’s all too much to bear. You feel the bomb ticking...

As much as you love your sister, it sure was a bitch to raise her. You spent most of the time explaining to Max what social cues are, what is acceptable and what is not. It often made you short-fused because what was common sense to you took ages for Max to understand. Like how you shouldn't look through other people's things.

Max learns best when she puts herself in others' shoes. You've learned that the hard way, over the years.

“How would you feel if I was looking through your drawers and shit?” you walk over to Max’s corner of the room, prying open her drawers and tossing whatever is in there out. “And just tossing your shit out onto the floor?"

“What the fuck?!” Max exclaims. "What are you doing?!"

“Or what if I just went to your side of the mirror and…” you knock her perfume bottles off from the dresser mirror in numbers and watch them fall onto the floor. "Knocked all your shit down because I was looking for my own things?"

"I get it now, stop."

“Or," you brainstorm. "What if I just started unpacking your vinyls and shit and just not care about the packaging?”

Max stops you right there. "ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?! I said STOP."

“How would YOU FEEL?” you yell. “HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF I DID THAT TO YOU?! IF I PULLED A 'YOU' ON YOU? NOT GREAT, HUH?”

How would everybody feel if you acted the way they did? Would they be mortified? Would they be disgusted?

Would Dad not hit anybody?

Would Mom have chosen to stay?

Would your first love never want to see you again?

Would Eddie be angry at your behavior?

Would Max think you're the worst sibling ever?

You would hope so for all the above.

Your heart couldn’t take any more pain.

"SHUT," Max screeches. "THE FUCK UP!"

She tosses an acrylic storage box at you. It hits you and you yelp in pain. When she realizes what she has done, Max punches the pillow on her bed. Physically aching for the last word, you take it upon yourself to chuck your empty Hydroflask at her. Thankfully, it misses and the ear-piercing CLINK sound is enough to startle her. Max shrinks herself down in fear, trying to process what you just did.

You regret it immediately. You didn't want to hit her. You mainly did it for intimidation.

It puts you to shame. You are toxic.

Suddenly, Max inflates again, her entire face extending to her ears redder than her fiery amber hair.

"YOU," Maxine growls. "ARE JUST LIKE BILLY!"

Silence.

You take a look around the trashed room. Never did you think you had it in you to be someone like your brother. But of course, the Wolf who is fed the most prevails.

The amount of hurt and anger you actually harbored was way more than you thought. You can’t take back the fact that you’ve exploded on everyone you love now. But at least you can hold yourself accountable.

"I didn't mean that," Max mumbles. “I’m really sorry.”

"No, Max," you sigh. "You're right. And I'm sure you've been wanting to say that for a while..."

But Max refuses. “NO! I just wanted the last word again. Like I always fucking do even when I know it’s never worth it.”

You and your sister join each other by sitting criss-crossed on the floor, pushing the debris off to the side to be handled later. Max leans her head on you and you let her, combing through her knotted hair with your trembling fingers.

"We have a lot to unlearn, don't we?" she sighs.

You nod. "Oh yeah..."

She grabs your hand.

"Are you safe at least?" Max questions. "At work? Any creeps I gotta beat up for you?"

A laugh escapes you. "Nah, someone's already got that covered. Bones snapping and all."

Max flinches.

"That's how you got all that money real fast, huh? Stripping?”

You nod to confirm. "I did it for you. Well, us."

You watch as Max takes out her phone and shuffles through her camera roll. Her most recent in the gallery are videos of her shooting free throws at the Y and playing tennis. She cancels out some apps for more storage, one of them being Messenger. The tab reveals that Billy was spamming her again.

You both shudder. Max puts her phone away.

"Because of you I have a membership," she beams. "And I have a safe place to rest my head and I have money to do what I want and I have food on the table."

She hugs you.

“I hope you know how grateful I am for you. For putting my needs before yours. For throwing yourself into something so terrifying just so I can have a better life than you did growing up.”

“I never thought for a second you were being ungrateful,” you hug her back. “And no matter what I say or do, I’m sticking by you no matter what.”

“Even when I’m being an asshole?”

“Even when you’re being an asshole.”

Max giggles. “Thanks for the reassurance.”

Suddenly your door swings open, causing you and Max to jolt in place. Thankfully, it’s just Robin and Vicky, both worried and confused about the state of your room.

"ToTo," Robin says. "We're not in Hawkins anymore."

"What tornado rummaged through here?!" Vicky exclaimed. "Guys. Are you okay?"

You and Max burst into laughter.

"Yeah, we’re good," you nod. "Just Hurricane Hargrove passing through."

As long as you have Max and your sisterhood with Robin and Vicky, you know you're going to be okay.

You refuse to mope around for the rest of the day, so in the evening you go bowling with Max and your roommates, loading yourselves up with carbs and soda. You ignore Eddie’s “can we talk?” messages, along with Billy’s routine “where the fuck are you” texts followed by rage-calls without a care in the world . Towards the end of the night, however, when the “Sad Boy Hours” hit, there’s a text from a man you simply can’t ignore.

Maybe: Henry

Hey 🧍🏻 it's Henry from work. Can I ask you something? Pls be honest.

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[yanderes-galore]

Dutch van der linde Panther hybrid au concept 🗣🗣

It's time for Panther to write panthers.

Yandere! Panther! Dutch Van Der Linde Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Courting, Scent kink, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Possessive behavior, Biting, Marking, Grooming (As in what cats do), Violence, Blood, Mentions of mates, Murder, Jealousy, Dubious relationship.

I know for hybrid concepts I usually tend to write human/hybrid pairings.

However, hear me out on this.

You can either have a human darling fooled by an injured Dutch, the panther pretending to be injured to lay low from the law or rob your home.

Yet the panther then gets too attached... seeing you as a mate or human to call his own.

OR, Panther! Dutch falling for Domestic Cat! Darling.

You're a domestic feline hybrid that lives in one of the towns.

Maybe you're a farm cat in Valentine/Emerald Ranch... or perhaps a city cat in Saint Denis.

Either way, despite your smaller build, Dutch is smitten by you and your scent.

Even to the point of stalking you around, watching you (and your human if you have one), all while the much larger cat tries to court you.

He wants to corrupt such an innocent cat to be with him, to be part of his gang, to be his.

His gang is full of hybrids.

He'd probably take his darling, human or hybrid, to his gang and make them stay at camp with him.

But first... Dutch would do his best to sway them in his favor.

Dutch is known for having a silver tongue, for swaying people.

Him being a panther hybrid only reflects such cunning behavior.

With a fanged grin and sway of his tail, Dutch can be beyond manipulative.

Perhaps he wounds himself to allow a human to care for him?

He'd inflict a bullet wound or claw at his leg, just to bleed at your doorstep and gain your pity.

Big panther or not, you won't leave him out here, will you?

He'd use such a tactic to lay low, pretending to be your domestic little stray while you care for him.

He may swipe from you but he mostly just needs you and your home for cover.

He keeps in contact with the gang, often asking some of the other hybrids for updates on certain things.

However... In this scenario, Dutch may get addicted to being pampered by you.

He's a predatory feline, one meant to survive in the wild on his own.

Yet when you bandage him, clean him, feed him, treat him like a house cat?

Well... He isn't going to turn that down.

In fact... Dutch finds himself attached to you, seeing you as his human.

He rarely leaves your home to lay low.

Sure, he could mask himself, but then he wouldn't get to lay in your lap and purr.

A similar situation occurs if you are a domestic hybrid.

Except, he isn't trying to lay low.

He simply caught a whiff of your scent, smelled feline, and followed you.

Only to learn you're a pampered house cat hybrid, living either on your own or with a human of your own.

Everything from your furred ears and tail to your clothes was so... proper.

So different compared to him, a wild hybrid covered in dirt.

He couldn't help but be attached, this time due to more primal reasons.

Although, he'd take a human or hybrid as a mate, he's compatible with both as long as the hybrid is feline based (and has a uterus, he doesn't have to worry about kittens if you have no uterus)

You're so different... Dutch bets you wouldn't last in a fight, be that with guns or claws.

You need a big strong mate to claim and protect you, don't you?

The panther would linger in front of his obsession's window, sniffing your scent and pawing to come inside your home.

He's a rugged hybrid... but he can't help but want you, a smaller and more delicate hybrid.

Dutch knows he has a domestic ginger haired cat hybrid at the camp... but you?

Human, hybrid, doesn't matter...

Dutch wants you as his mate, ignoring Molly in favor of this new obsession. (Justice for my girl....)

Now that there's some background of Dutch's bond towards you, here's some general behavior.

Dutch's purrs are loud.

He often likes to crawl on top of his obsession and cuddle them, purring away with his long tail wrapped around their waist.

He likes to coat you in his scent by rubbing against you, even coating himself in yours so people associate you with each other.

Poor Molly, the ginger domestic cat hybrid, is going to pick up on your scent on Dutch....

He doesn't even seem to care.

All he cares about is you now.

Dutch would groom you, fur or not.

By this I of course mean him running his tongue along you.

For humans it's much rougher, his tongue feeling like sandpaper as he coats you in his saliva.

He grooms you not only to scent, but soothe himself.

It reassures him he's claimed you.

Speaking of which, Dutch would have a thing for biting.

He likes to bite your neck and nape, purring as he marks you and licks your skin.

He's possessive, the whole reason he scents you so aggressively.

Soon, when he feels he can go outside, Dutch stalks you from a distance.

His hazel eyes never leave your form, remembering the scent of those around you to hunt down later.

When you get home, the panther immediately scents you with low growls.

How does he deal with rivals? Claws or guns, depending on the situation.

Claws are definitely more silent.

Although, guns are cleaner.

It depends on how much the person got on his nerves.

Dutch taking you back to camp is inevitable.

If you're human or a domestic cat, it doesn't matter.

You'll be in a camp full of hybrids and have to rely on Dutch for help.

There's all sorts of hybrids in the gang.

Canines, felines, bears, birds, rodents, deer, rabbits...

It can be dangerous for someone who isn't well equipped.

If you're human, congrats, you're the only full human there.

You're a pure human surrounded by hybrids.

If you're a hybrid, Dutch keeps you in his tent.

Getting you there is the tricky part.

Dutch would have to knock you out in both scenarios, tossing you on a horse before riding back to camp.

Hosea's probably going to lecture him, the damn owl....

He doesn't care if you feel out of place or intimidated.

The panther keeps you close to him, purring as he glares towards the other hybrids in the area.

In camp, he has to worry about less people around you.

Yet he still has to worry about people like Micah or Javier getting too close to you, his mate.

Dutch would be one to corrupt your innocent mindset.

He's done it to many others.

In fact, that's like everyone in the gang.

The panther has honeyed words.

Dutch would bribe you with freedom and trinkets, begging you to stay with him in the camp.

No matter what happens, you're his top priority.

Molly no doubt is envious of your new position.

Even if it was not a role you asked for.

Being Dutch's "mate" wasn't your intention.

He just managed to coax you into being his.

If Molly tried to start something or fought with you, Dutch looms behind her.

The panther's eyes glare into the smaller ginger cat, crossing his arms with a flick of his tail.

Molly wouldn't hurt you regardless, even in envy.

She knows Dutch is a dangerous man.

Dutch is a man who gets what he wants, no matter how much blood is spilled.

In fact, as a hunter and con man, he loves fooling people to get what he wants.

Dealing with Dutch in general is a poor choice...

But as a hybrid? You'd swear he's even worse.

[solidwater05]

Big post with a whole bunch of species headcanons! Not every character is here and some headcanons have more detail than others simply because I happened to have more ideas for those

First I want to say that in my headcanon, avians and bird hybrids are different things. While hybrids (in general) are a mix of different species with any combination of traits, avians are pretty uniform in what kind of bird traits they have, and in general avians are genetically more similar to each other than random birds hybrids are to each other. With that out of the way-

Grian is a parrot avian, and he has a ton of vocal stims, from whistling and singing to mimicking noises he hears.

Martyn is a parrot hybrid, and he loooves to do silly voices and mimick creeper hisses

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Gem became an anglerfish sea monster of sorts thanks to the water in Hermitcraft. The same happened to Mumbo (catfish) and Grian (cod). And also False but I don't know what kind of fish fits her </3

Pearl is also a fish, but in a different way. She's a salmon that can shapeshift into a human (or any mix between fish and human, like a mermaid)

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In Secret Life, Gem had the great idea to replace her eye with an eye of ender. She became some sort of end portal creature. Nobody else has ever seen anything like it and frankly, they're scared. But Gem thinks that it's standard for a universe so full of horror

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Skizz is an angel, and angels are soulless! This is why he wasn't in Double Life, the soulbound mechanic didn't work with him.

Another angel is Zedaph, he's a sheep/angel hybrid. He has a weird half-soul thing going on but it's fine really.

Zedaph prefers not to fly long distances if he can avoid it, because long ago he hurt his wings badly and he has chronic pain now

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Impulse is a demon, and while demons can usually fly, his wings are underdeveloped and can't get him off the ground. He uses elytra instead.

Scar is another winged elytra user. He's a vex and vexes can fly, but it's painful for him to use his wings

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Scar is an actual vex like like the ones evokers summon, and he uses some sort of vex magic to appear hybrid-like. His true form is a little vex guy.

Cub is a human turned vex, and his hybrid-like appearance is his true form. He can look fully human if he wants to, but not fully vex

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Xisuma is a voidwalker. Voidwalkers are beings that form very rarely when particles and soul fragments lost to the void come together and become conscious. They're the only beings that can survive in the deepest part of the void

Voidwalkers are so rare that most of them live their whole lives without finding another living being, especially because they don't tend to leave the bottom of the void.

Because voidwalkers spend their whole lives in complete darkness, their eyes aren't super well developed. Xisuma's vision is blurry, he has visual snow, and he's very sensitive to light. His helmet actually filters out a lot of light so it doesn't give him a headache

His helmet also helps him breathe. Voidwalkers are not made for high pressure atmospheres

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Etho is a phantom hybrid. He's allergic to cats and also the sun. He needs very little sleep. His silver hair is not a species trait, it's dyed

^that's a Hermitcraft-only headcanon. I see him as a silverfish in the Life series, for no particular reason. The silver hair is a species trait in that case

Bdubs is a glare hybrid, being scared of the dark is part of his glare instincts. The moss coat isn't part of him but I'm sure he could be mossy if he wanted to. He can probably fit inside a moss block

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Tango is a blaze hybrid. Or a blazeborn? I imagine it's a similar situation to avians and bird hybrids but I haven't put that much thought into this one. And both blazeborn and blaze hybrid can be shortened to blaze anyways

She can't get burned, and water hurts him. Water breathing negates water damage

His flame naturally burns orange, but it can be other colors depending on what she's using as fuel. For example, the blue Dungeon Master look comes from burning soul sand

Her body temperature also depends on fuel. Normal, orange Tango freezes very easily, but blue Tango's body temperature is so high that he doesn't even feel the cold

He has tritanopia, as do all netherborns. There's only really two colors in the nether so beings from there didn't evolve the ability to see more than that

She can hover, which he uses mostly to break her fall and do big jumps

Because she can't touch water (without potions at least), he takes soul sand baths like a chinchilla. Yes, this makes him blue for a while

[chuckeroo777]

Dungeon Meshi Volume 12 Part 2

Things keep getting hairier! And slimier. Let's see what happens next!

Gold star for effort guys.

But, a paratenic host is one in which the parasite doesn't actually do anything. But in this analogy, it's the only one you actually parasitised.

Tags: Feral Pred, Willing to Unwilling prey, Full Tour, Non-Fatal

Well well well, if it isn't the consequences of my actions.

Also, did the Lion already eat her hair desires, or is she just too flustered currently to bother?

See? Chilchuck said Dwarves live 2.5 times longer than Tall-men. If their average is 200, that makes Tall-men's 80. Kinda makes the Half-foot thing kinda pointless if it's only a 17% difference from Tall-men.

Uh, okay? Why? In the demon backstory chapter, it's suggested that wishes caused the changes in lifespan, but how did they do that without enveloping the world like Marcille wants to do? I

According to the adventurer's bible, Tall-men can produce fertile offspring with Ogres or Half-foots. Do these hybrids have longer lifespans? Wait, she specifies long-lived, so I guess not?

Izutsumi knows bullshit when she hears it. Seriously though, the lion continues to spit smoke. We know exactly what the lion will do once it escapes. It's not using half truths, it's just straight up lying that it wants to help Marcille with her goal.

An important image.

Yes Izutsumi. That's generally how it works. You'd know if you actually knew your parents.

The plot thickens.

Ooh, is Chilchuck making lasagna?

Laios gets real handsy when the monster is passive. Actually, since doppelgangers rely mainly on chromatic illusions, shouldn't it feel off? Maybe they supplement it with actual illusion magic.

If I remember correctly, she really liked the dryad pottage. She even has Dryads as a major portion of the army she's raising. I also spotted some elephants in the wide shot. Do those ever show up later?

A precious image.

Geez Marcille, at least stir in some butter and garlic salt.

Also, rare footage of Marcille not wearing that stupid choker.

Marcille. This is a sad scene. Stop making me laugh during your trauma.

There is something deeply funny about Izutsumi being the most worldly of these idiots. I mean, it makes sense. Senshi spent most of his life on the island, Laios is young and doesn't pay attention, and Chilchuck has always lived in urban areas. Meanwhile, Izutsumi has been shunted from owner to owner her whole life.

When you roll an abject failure, but the DM wants to move things along anyway.

Wouldn't you be hungry if this was the first non-monster food you had eaten in weeks?

I love the silly shit this manga pulls sometimes. Everyone literally just refers to it as "the island".

Agreed, it's very silly. But more importantly, what kind of magic nonsense allows a three-way meeting between a fairy, a crystal ball, and a telephone?

Actually, the dungeon is acting more like a slime right now, attempting to flip its digestive system to envelop external prey.

Lots of short chapters this volume, but the density is high! We might end up with four posts on this one! See you in a bit!

[aliceismypixie]

The villain of my story ∥ Early motherfuckers

Summary - "The villain will always be the villain if the hero tells the story" or atleast that's what they say. No one knew why you became what you are. But you wanted your revenge on Isabella Marie Swan and you were ready to do anything to have it.

Pairing - Twilight x villain!reader

Pronoun - she/her (but can be read as a male reader or gn reader)

Warning - mention wanting to kill people, full Y/n's pov, Restaurant and Y/n being somewhat bestie, mention of being in cage (well Rasberry is being held hostage so)

Words count - 1.36k~

Set - After Breaking-Dawn Part 2

Chapter 4 - Masterlist

Hear me out. You didn't particularly like to have a ten-looking-year-old two year old talking your ears off every single moment when she was awake. And you didn't particularly liked her mother, nor her father either. They're relationship was hella toxic, how can they not leave each other that much ? But anyways, you may didn't like her family or her in general but she was a child. And trust me when I say you had a soft spot for children.

See growing up you didn't have the best childhood ever. Foster care, unloving parents, fake ass older sister that you're about to kill. Anyways overall, your childhood was shit. And you may be a very bitter and revengeful immortal child, but you could never stay mad at some children. You just couldn't.

Which was exactly why you found yourself laying on your couch with Ratatata Resnesmee, letting her tell you about her two first years of living while eating a peanut butter sandwich. Well she was eating, you were trying your best not to be disgusted by the smell of peanut butter.

"...And you know what ?" Renesmee exclaimed all excited and you gave her your best fake smile.

"No, tell me." You were trying to sound as excited as her. Key word trying.

"Uncle Jasper throwed Uncle Emmett in forest and he took down five trees due to how much force Uncle Jasper throwed him !" The young hybrid told you with a laugh and you tried to give her your best smile.

You loved children okay ? But you two have been talking for five hours straight and all you wanted to do was to go back to your stereotypical villain's plan wall and try to make your plan as flawless as possible. Obviously your plan was already flawless, but we all know that the hero somehow always succeeds in finding a tiny mistake and taking down the evil in five minutes. But that wasn't the only reason you wanted to go back to your super villain's plan wall.

The other reason was that you wanted to let out your super villain's evil laugh that only you can have and that echoed throught your lair while your shadow rose up and your figure slowly disappeared from the view. You know the moment a dramatic music plays in the background while the villain take a final look at their plan's and laugh super loudly for no reason ? Well you wanted that.

That was one of the perk of being the villain, you could do all the badass stuff and it was totally in character.

"You're thinking about your super villain's wall aren't you ?" The young weird hybrid child asked, catching your glance to the other room.

"Honestly ? Yes. Your talk is boring me like crazy." You replied and she shrugged.

"Can't blame you, your wall is cool." Renesmee acknowledged.

She wasn't very offended. At least not anymore. She's been living with your for the past eight days and except your bad temper, mood swings and constant annoyed face, your company was enjoyable. She even found you cool from time to time.

Like the time you showed her your super villain wall for the first time. She was totally amazed by it. The red string linking every single part of your plan, the whole organization of the pictures, the entire process of being a villain that you explained to her proudly by pointing at each part of your plan. She was astonished by your intelligence and it honestly almost made her want to be a villain.

You also explained to her that her villain backstory could start with her existance. She would be the villain of the entire vampire empire, taking over the Volturi who tried to kill her when she was only one and take her revenge on all those who wanted to kill her. Starting with her family who didn't want Isabella to give birth in the first place. And damn Redivide could see herself at the top of the vampire empire with you by her side as a thanks for making her the villain she was destined to be.

But that was a story for another time, in another universe, in another fanfiction.

"Honestly maybe we could add some more glitters―"

"No please no more glitters ! You already filled my villain pictures holder with glitter all over your favorite family members and I let you do it but please no more glitters, my poor immortal eyes can't take some much light. I'm a villain ! I live in the dark !" You complained and she grinned.

"Well maybe that's why your pale as fuck, you have no light in there." Renesmee replied and you gasped.

"Who taught you to swear ?!" You asked.

"Uncle Emmett." She said proudly and you took a sip of your vine glass filled with blood.

"Dang… he's the cool uncle isn't he ?" You questioned and she nodded, causing you to do the same.

"I can be your cool aunt. You know, showing you all the bad stuff and all." You trailed off and Renesmee widened her eyes.

"You could teach me how to hold a knife !"

"And how to use a sword !"

"And how to be all sassy and stuff like you do !"

"I could teach you how to find your super villain signature pose !"

"Oh yeah, we could be such posers together." Renesmee nodded at the thought and you agreed laying back on your with her and putting your feet on the table.

"You know what ? You're my favorite niece." You acknowledged and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm your only niece ?" Renesmee pointed out and you shrugged taking another sip of your drink.

"Still my favorite." You replied and she shrugged at your words.

There was a silence between you two and you could feel that Renesmee had a question but didn't ask, causing you to glare at her a little.

"What ?" You asked half annoyed, half curious.

"You still didn't tell me why you wanted to kill my mother and why you took me here." The hybrid child told and you rolled your eyes.

"You rode my evil speech, you already know why I want your mother to suffer." You replied and she frowned.

"Yeah, but you're not dead, so why want her dead ?" She asked you and you stared at her with an 'are-you-serious?' look.

"Not dead ? Kid, youre talking to a vampire who can manipulate fire. I'm doomed to be a sinner, a danger, a monster because your mother was too selfish to let me have a life. This is my after life, I was mean to be the evil of her story from the beginning now go back in your cage kid." You looked away and Renesmee frowned.

"But your after life could be your second chance to be better !" She protested and you glared.

"I was better before. But I was weaker, now look where it got me. Exactly, now go back to your cell kid. Your time out is over." You pushed her off the couch and Renesmee silently walked toward her cage with a sigh.

You may wonder why she just obeyed your order to literally go back to be a prisoner right ? Well first, you could kill her with a single snap of fingers and also because you were kind enough to give her three hours out of her cage everyday so yeah.

When she was about to close her door, Reconnaissance looked back at you and you tried to ignore the look of pity she was sending you. It wasn't until you locked the door that you finally heard the unfamiliar breathing around the forest. This was also the moment you smelled the eleven unfamiliar scent running around the wood and you clenched your jaw before putting on your coat quickly and Renesmee looked at you confused, her senses being less strong than yours.

"What ? What is it ?" She questioned and you glared at her before closing the door behind her.

"Hey !" Her voice echoed from inside of the lair while you groaned.

They weren't supposed to be there for another two days, you know you should have sent the letter tomorrow !

"Early motherfuckers."

[r0-boat]

OK. OK. OK. HEAR ME OUT- BULL JACQ!! PLEASE I NEED THIS!

YA BOI HERE TO BRING THE GOOD SHIT

Bull! Jacq General headcanons

Docile and sweet his gentle smile warms the hearts of even the most violent of your hybrids, no one messes with him. Because they just feel bad he's not really doing anything.

Jacq seems so innocent that the Bulls don't even perceive him as a threat when he speaks to the farm hand even though he too has a crush on them. He treats you like a high school boy in love. His eyes widen when someone mentions your name, his eyes darting around, his ears perked. He speaks so softly when you're around, eager to show you a new little critter he had found holding it gently in his hands. His eyes linger a little too long, and when you catch his gaze, his head darts away, all flustered.

Jacq is even oblivious to his own affection toward you. Jacq's affection and attraction to you is more innocent than the other Bulls on the farm. He can't even think about doing anything other than hold you close with you without his face turning bright red and his heart beating out of his chest. But for some reason he can't get it through his airheaded skull that it's because he loves you he always use the excuse. " it's because we are friends and friends can't do that to each other." ok Jacq.

Him, Maxie and Colress are the smartest Bulls on the farm they all get together in the same day in the same time every week to talk about their findings. Secretly watching you taking notes, eager to learn more about humans. They do the same to Holt wanting to learn more about werewolves as well. They think Holt's possessiveness over you is interesting. Unlike Colress who is not opposed to testing just how possessive Holt could be. Jacq knows full well Holt's greedy, unhealthy and abusive tendencies is over you. Jacq tries to hide you and or lie to the farmer when he's looking for you. Holt, who is none the wiser since Jacq is one of the more loyal bulls, he trusts him more.

Jacq even though he's not that strong he's still so afraid to hurt he so hesitant to put his hand on you, and when he does touch you, he's so gentle. His curiosity with humans leads his hands to roam gently caressing your sleeping face too putting his palm flat against yours. But for some reason it doesn't feel like it's enough he needs to be closer he needs to know more.

Your happiness is everything to him. If you have a crush on somebody, no matter how much it would hurt, he will try to ignore the pain and help you get with them. He's so oblivious he probably wouldn't even know why he's hurting when he sees you with your crush.

[hyperch1ptune]

yk i’ve talked about spooky month on here before,,once I think showcasing my first gadgetini art of the year (or since 2022)

it’s actually the webseries that had me reminded of gatg from it having a duo I felt were similar 2 the main robo-twins

THE THIEVES 💪💪

These guys have been my favorite since 2020, and it wasn’t until the beginning of the year where I felt I was improving on both my art & writing skills where I’d interfere without feeling i’m mischaracterizing the 2

(I actually uploaded some of my recent SM thief stuff 2 tumblr one time,,,buut that was before I decided to restart & delete the 5 year old blog entirety)

(cuz my old stuff from them,,,additionally from 2021 & 2022 where I had a really bad “edgy” phase was NOT good i’ll say that)

most of the headcanons I have written for them are archived somewhere in my now fidget-focused rp account, but I can try & paraphrase most of what I have to present other than roleplay

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Barton “Barry” Gómez (Fat Thief), and Eugene “Euan” Gómez (Thin Thief) are the duo thieves of the neighborhood; Barry being 32 and Eugene being 34. They’re both brothers, close ones at that. Even with the 2 year difference it’s always been as if they were the closest friends they could have.

They both were the previous son’s of Richard, 20 years before Roy came along (more than likely in his 50’s now). Richard had another partner before Carmen, but they never got along as well as he hoped..he took it upon himself to take care of both of the boys whenever him & his old girlfriend partner. Barton doesn’t remember much of his mother besides playing with her whenever he was young; Euan only remembers her consistent fighting with Richard most of the time now.

The thieves are unaware of Richard’s new life, having both moving out for collage (and independency mostly) at that early adult age (18/20 respectively for the both of them) they’re both been they’re only source of family sense, being roomies for as long as they can remember with each house/area they move/hide into. The only thing that is known is that Richard’s been having a better life with his new wife..additionally with them not knowing it’s Carmen (more than likely they’ve tried robbing her before) AND not knowing that makes them related to some kid named “Roy” in some way.

It was Eugene who first got into the habit of thievery; with him thinking it would be good financial help for the 2 of them, and just liking the thrill in general. With Barry being the youngest, he ended up picking up that habit alongside him. With how long they’ve been doing it around the neighborhood, it was surprising to hear them both getting relatively popular under local news reports..only having full realization after someone deliberately order a heist for them to hit off. AKA: the RUMORED CULT hiring them to rummage through the attic of a house they’ve already failed stealing from. They already had good enough of a grip of how dangerous the group could be; given how they escaped jail in the first place with help from famous Bob Velseb; the reanimated cannibal that was ALIVE because of the cult (they didn’t have that great of a relationship with him in-and-out of the prison..) Barry was more unsure on the deal, not wanting to be wrapped deep under more garbage for the future. Eugene? They were paying good, he couldn’t let go of that offer (it would’ve payed off they’re apartment bills🎉🎉) Alongside the duo they were hired with the Candydealer, him acting more as some information giver-mentor hybrid for the two. Trying to keep them in order from fear or hesitation so they don’t “run out of luck”

Barton is a Gay man, & Euan is Bisexual as well btw 🫡🫡

ADDITIONALLY THEYRE BOTH MEXICAN WHICH MAKES RICHARD MEXICAN WHICH MAKES ROY MIXED HEHEJAHAHAHA I LOVE SELF INDULGENT HEADCANONS 🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽

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thank u 4 ur time I just wanted 2 get on here & say i’ve loved these guys 4 so long & they mean so much 2 me and with the power of tumblr & how much words u can write on here I can announce that 2 everyone else

anyways here’s the full art dump I have w them ur welcome chat

[rpreaperperson]

Bonus: First Interrogation and Hassan thought

Warn: None, just a lil snip of Claw past

Masterlist

The first he heard of the Hybrid is from the Russian informant, There is a Lab facility that holds them somewhere then the creature is sent to be a war tool.

Another poor soul who just entangled in that American war mess

Then he saw it...more like..her seemingly young girl with a wide blue eyes

‘They dare! Send a girl, a young girl into a war?!’ He frowns at the thought, as the task force and shadow catch him they went into the dessert where no one could find him ,perfect place to interrogate him.

One of them escorted him out of the jeep and forced him into his knee

The Hybrid hopped out of the jeep following her Master, when they removed the sack from his head, his gaze turned to the Hybrid instead

“Hello there!” she waved innocently then the Mohawk man beside her raised his eyebrow and nudge her arm as she mouthed ‘what’ to him and he just shook his head, Hasan just nodded at her pursing his mouth downwards

‘How petty of them sending a girl into a war!’ Not to mention the hybrid existence is deeply rare WHY in the name of God would they give her in the military?!

“you speak arabic?” ask Hassan to Graves, Just about Graves opens his mouth Claw raises her arm like a student who wants to answer the question from her teacher

“I do!~ although just a little”

 “This why I dont want her get off from the jeep” skull masked man sigh tiredly

“LT c’mon..” Soap tried to reason with him

“She not fitted for interigation”

“its her first time LT..”

“Hrghhh...”Ghost groans, while Claw just stares at them confused, then Graves takes his laptop

“Now first rule of interrogation ,Claw!” Graves walked over to the van with laptop on his hand he pointed a finger up

“Be mean and dont polite at them”

“O-okay..”

“Number two! Don't be intimidated by ‘em we’re the ones who Interrogation them, not the way around”

“Yes Master!”

While Graves gives a lecture to Claw, the others just patiently wait until the lecturer is done including Hassan who observes Claw her fluffy ears and her long black fluffy tails, wondering how she maintains them so well when she works in a dirt and dust like this

Done with the lecture Graves opens his laptop connecting to Laswell and Shepherd, Claw muttering every word that Graves taught her

“be mean..don polite and dont be intimidate by them” her tails swishing, then she heard Laswell voice from the laptop

“Miss Laswell!” she beamed as her ears perked up, Soap automatically pat her head

“Stay and behave” He mumbles his face unusually stoic

“Y-yes Master” she obey him, and listen to the bickering from Graves and Hassan

“I’m a hostage here. This is illegal”

“You are a prisoner of war.”

“Iran is not at war with Mexico. I’ve broken no laws. These men and their commanders are the law-breakers.” Hassan then gazes at Claw full of sympathy

“You even brought a young girl to be your war tool..” then he stare at the men with full of disgust and disdain, Claw freeze at his words

“Shame to all of you...”

Claw look down avoiding everyone eyes, fidgeting her nails

The word that out from Hassan mouth reminds her when she still at the lab

“You and your beloved General Ghorbani broke every –“ Soap speak but got cut off

“DO NOT SPEAK HIS NAME! You executed him and you will pay for your crimes…” Claw flinch at Hassan outbrust

 ‘Ghor..bani...? seems like I’ve hears that name...but where..’ Claw tried to remember that she couldnt hear Shepherd calling out her from the laptop

“Claw!”Ghost snaped

“Hu? A..Y-yes Master?!”

“Sheperd wants your suggestion..”

 “What about..?”

He point to Hassan

‘Wait? Why is Sir Sheperd ask me about this?!’

 the stare from the other making her go all nervous thinking that she may do something bad, the Hassan snort

“you all cornering her, its making her uncomfortable” hearing that they all averted their eyes

“W-well..I think it is a risk if we took him now even killing him eheh...but if we have any proof then...” Claw gesturing her hand into a fist and bump it

“he go to jail..maybe?”

“Unfortunally we got no proof of it, killing Hassan is an act of war, keeping him is illegal. Right now like Claw says, he is too hot to hold” Laswell piped explain it to Shepherd

“So without proof, we need to turn him loose. See where he leads us...” Shepherd sighed leaning on his chair as Hassan chuckled knowing that they had no other choice but to let him go, Soap argued approaching the laptop

“He’s right here. You can’t be serious”

“Im afraid I am, son..” Shepherd frown clearly frustated about the condition, Claw pursing her lips

“What about his phone, did we get anything at least?” Claw point at Hassan phone in Ghost hands

“Affirmative. We got a hit” Laswell stated

“Good.Now, take him back and let him go” command Shepherd

“And Claw...”

“Yes sir?”

“..Keep up the good job”

Claw beamed and salute him through the laptop

“Y-Yes Sir!”

The others stare at her amused, Ghost huff shaking his head as Alejandro puts the sack back on Hassan's head he slips the phone back into Hassan's pocket when they pass him

Claw's mood became insanely grew the words that Hassan told completely forgotten her tails swishing in delight

‘Eheheh...I get praised by Sir Shepherd~’ she cupping her cheeks with both of her hands

“C’mon Bonnie..” Soap slung his burly arm around her shoulder, As both of them got into the van the same Hassan was, the next words coming from his mouth made Claw freeze

“You’re free..you’re never a tool” although the others don’t know what it means because he said it in Arabic and thought that it was another threat, but Claw knows…

She gaping at him

The words that the same when she was in Lab, someone motive her when she at her low.

‘Professor..’

Ghost silently observe her, narrowing his gaze at Hassan

'As I thought she shouldn't come out from the van'

[mad-c1oud]

perhaps a “Don’t freak out, please” from the injury prompts list for karaoke duo :3 only if you want ofc

KARAOKEDUO LETS GOOOOO

yes yes yes YES Went a completely different route (This isn't really an injury but uh you'll see) for fun and man, wanted to turn this one into a full oneshot but alas- kept it short for the sake of practice but who knows, this one was fun.

Thank you for the ask anon!!!!!

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“Don’t freak out, please.”

Charlie feels a little hysterical at how calm Baghera is right now with all— this. “Don’t freak out? I’m not freaking out I am so completely and utterly calm right now.”

“Good!” She cheers, “It isn’t a big deal, right? We’ll be okay.” Baghera says happily as she’s actively melting into the ground, limbs turning a translucent yellow as her bones start poking out of what was always solid skin. Charlie whimpers a little at the sight, unable to acknowledge the new appendages at his back or along the side of his face. He can’t even talk about the fact that his bones are firmly in place. What he would give to pull a rib or three out in stress right now.

“Is slime like come. Or the feeling of breast milk? What if it was?”

“Baghera.” Charlie doesn’t even know how to continue that or even begin to reply, “You’re a piss-yellow more than anything. Go that direction, at least.”

The pile of goop bubbles and gurgles happily and holy fuck this is weird, knowing she’s laughing, amused and silly silly silly, but not being about to understand anything else than surface-level emotions. Something bubbles up in his own throat and he has to swallow it, panicked. The pile of lemon jello ripples happily and Charlie desperately needs someone more adult than them here. Phil. Where is Philza Minecraft. He can fix this switch-a-roo they’re stuck in.

“Were you going to chirp? You swallowed like you were going to chirp, Charlie.”

“Stop watching me swallow, you’re weird.”

Baghera sounds too delighted when she talks back, “Not until you chirp. Oh! Maybe you can fly! You are not a duck, but you still have w-“

Charlie groans loudly, “Don’t say it. Don’t.”

The pile of Baghera stays quiet and Charlie worries she lost her voice box in the mess of bones and organs, but he’s not that lucky. The mound bubbles.

“Your wings look like they belong to a little bird, like a hummingbird or a green bee-eater-”

“Baghera Jones what did I just-”

It’s fine. This is all fine. The wings at his back flutter anxiously and the ones at his temple keep trying to block his face like they want to protect him. Charlie wants to throw himself off of cliff to see if he can fly or just to die in general, but he has no idea how avian hybrids work. There’s no time for tests when his best friend is becoming one with the ground, also.

“Okay, enough goofing, it’s bucket time, Jones.”

“Oh, I have never had bucket time, I’m so excited! How many will it take? Can we bring my bones, please?”

Despite the situation they’ve found themselves in, Charlie smiles hard enough for it to hurt. He’s happy Baghera is here with him.

“At least five buckets. And of course, we can bring your bones.”

Her happy chittering doesn’t stop the entire trip it takes to find another islander to help them. And if Charlie lets out a few accidental chirps and trills too, there’s only one other person around to hear, and he’ll never mind that it’s Baghera.

[unlikelyaperson]

Fanfic ideas

Ideas under the cut

link to part 2

(3 ideas total)

Ideas can be used for any Fandom /characters /pairings, but I had CoD MW2 (Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2) and CM (Criminal minds) and certain pairings in mind (x reader, x reader platonic, (AKA, + reader))

all ideas are SFW, I'd prefer if the fics using or inspired by these ideas were kept as safe for work/ non smut, and please tag me (like how you do would if you received an ask) I would love to see any writer's work

thank you for reading

quick note:

'x' means a romantic pairing between 2 (or more) characters,

'+' means a platonic pairing between 2 (or more) characters

• (gender neutral) civilian reader who is a singer/ model/famous person, etc

-friend or S/O of reader brings them (to a party to gathering) to meet the team

-friend or S/O knows that reader is known

-but did not expect the one of team (or maybe even the entire team) to know exactly who reader is

-maybe the the team (member) is a big fan of reader

originally thought of a pairing of Ghost (CoD) x/+ reader, or Spencer Reid (CM) x/+ reader

• (gender neutral) reader with cat-like behaviors, not necessarily a hybrid but just general behavior like:

-they don't like people touching them unexpectedly *especially* if reader does not like/know the person

-has sharp teeth

-they *will* bite

-oddly good hearing

-need to warm up to people AKA the more time you spend the more likely reader with be friends with/like the person

-only will have back turned against a person if they feel safe with/trust the person

-doesnt like people with 'loud' personalities as much (will take more time for reader to like them)

-doesn't like loud sounds in general

-likes stealing S/O or friend's clothes(/ likes their S/O sent(?))

-reader *can* sleep anywhere but chooses not to out of 'safety' (for themselves) (basically they won't sleep if they don't feel safe)

-has "odd" sleeping patterns,

-is not unfamiliar with a good nap

-reader will take a nap in the middle of the day even if they got a full night's rest

-likes to lay down and rest their head against a friend's or S/O's lap

-loves the sun/sitting where the sun shines

some (more(?)) unserious ones

-big flight/fight reactions, AKA they are either biting you or running away immediately

-loves hiding stuff (in a fun way, not in a mean way)

-easily pickupable, they don't mind being carried every once in awhile

-will headbutt a person when they want attention (like against the person's arm,, it doesn't hurt)

-loves head pets/pats(?) but probably will never admit it

-is compared to cats often

originally thought as a reader + task force 141 (AKA platonic)

•(gender neutral or masc) reader who (ALSO) wears a mask

-this idea is every much just my OC, so I'll not give many details

-unless someone want to hear about my OC, then i might write a post or we can talk in DMs/PMs idk

-joins 141 TF

-they basically wear the mask 24/7 (or seems to)

-vaguely threatening all the time

-they don't eat or go to bars with the task force so they don't show their face

-has a general aloof personality

-probably gets compared to Ghost, reader doesn't even have a skull mask, it's just because they wear a mask

originally thought as a Ghost (CoD) x/+ reader or reader or a task force 141 + reader

like I said this is basically just my OC, but if anyone wants to hear about my OC, let me know :3

thank you for reading, likes and especially reblogs appreciated

[blimbo-buddy]

https://www.tumblr.com/blimbo-buddy/750558717426221056?source=share

Hey! I'm kinda obsessed with this artwork! Can you please explain your artistic process and thoughts on it and how you came to depict such a scene in as much detail as possible? I'm dying to hear bc I'm having some trouble interpreting it. Sorry if you don't feel like doing something like this and prefer to leave it up to us to read into. But if you would like to I'd be super interested to hear!

Oh I am so glad you asked thank you so much

So to start off: How the drawing came to be

It started when I was imagining a weird human/anthro hybrid warriors au where they all had human bodies but regular cat heads

You can actually see this in This Drawing and This One

It started because I wanted to try and draw both of their human body types but was too chicken shit to actually reveal their faces (They both have full human designs that I am embarrassed to share right now)

So I got to thinking one day about the abuse they endured with TigerClaw, what’s new about that y’know

But then I was listening to Big Bird by AJJ and something in my head just. Clicked for me

So whaddya know I got to sketching and we got the piece provided in your ask

Also I listened to Big Bird while finishing up the rendering, it heavily inspired the color choice of the piece

Alright, now onto how I interpret the piece: Bear in mind that the meaning can definitely vary, I’m open to different interpretations of the piece 100% I fucking love hearing analysis.

TW/CW for abuse

General:

Themes of abuse and attempting to move on with your future while not being able to let go of your past

Also has themes of shared trauma between two people (DarkStripe and Sasha)

The background in their portraits being nearly grey was meant to represent their whole world now having all of its color drained away due to TigerStar’s abuse

It’s very fitting that Big Bird inspired me to make both of them a bunch of oranges, yellows, and a bit of purples because that could fit the description of a tiger’s pelt (Just make the purple super dark)

So their colors represent TigerStar’s control taking over them

Now onto the elephant in the room: What’s with the cat heads?

Besides the pure stylistic choice, it also represents their conformity/loyalty to both TigerStar and the Clans in general

They’ve given up their humanity in order to please an individual and society

There’s also a reason behind the framing of both of their portraits

DarkStripe:

His portrait is him questioning his loyalty to TigerStar (As well as the Clans, but more so TigerStar)

But his action of picking at one small area of his neck with just the tip of his finger represents uncertainty

As if he’s “testing the waters” on how far his loyalty goes towards his cousin TigerStar

But he’s doing it in a subtle way so that no one will notice his wavering feelings. And so that he feels less guilty because he “Did it in a small way”

Him pulling away at his tank top to reveal more stitching represents his acknowledgement of what has been forced upon him: A cat’s head sewn onto his body

You might also notice in the corner that he’s making a bit of a grimace (Although I could have made it more prominent)

This is meant to show his pain towards his wavering loyalty: Physically and Emotionally and Literally (I mean come on he’s picking open a wound and sticking his finger into it)

The framing of the human body to cat head ratio being more human than cat is meant to represent his true side coming out and actually deciding things for himself rather than the cat head (the Clan side) deciding what he does

Although the slightly bigger ratio is very subtle

 The bigger focus on the scars on his human skin was meant to show how much damage the Clan/TigerStar side of him has done to his true side

When we look at his portrait compared to Sasha’s, seeing what she’s doing gives you an idea of the pain that he also went through to achieve a socially perfect and desirable character

His unease to question this represents an inner conflict: Pick away at the stitches, achieve freedom, but be a social outcast; OR Leave the stitches, surrender yourself, and become accepted into the Clans, become accepted by TigerStar

Sasha:

Portrays her at the exact moment in which her fate is solidified, the cat’s head is sewn on

She is a Clan cat now.

TigerStar holding a knife up to her cheek is a bit of a call back to how he essentially forces her to join Shadowclan, to surrender herself to Clan society

Her blood falling onto the thread is meant to represent how with that final thread, her blood is ingrained into the Clans, her loyalty lies with them, with TigerStar

You may also notice her tank top has some blood stains, that doesn’t mean anything I just like how it came out

The way she’s holding the needle is super light too, it kind of looks like she’s ready to drop it to the ground as if it weighs as much as a brick

This is meant to represent the heavy burden that the needle (aka the Clans & TigerStar) has put onto her shoulders. Literally.

The focus being more on her cat head is meant to show how now her life revolves around showing loyalty her Clan side

Her human body (aka her past as a Kittypet) is not in focus, and when it is, it’s in the process of solidifying her future as a Clan cat through threading the needle through her skin

Her human body bears no scars. Yet.

In the future she will be tattooed with all sorts of scars, scratches, bites, and burns. But this is just the beginning

The subtle tears in her eyes both connect to a few things: Her realization of what she has just done, her physical pain, and the abuse she’s endured via TigerStar

She’s forced at knife-point to sew the cat’s head onto her, but the knife isn’t cutting into her cheek from the sharp side

It’s just a prod from the sharp tip, a push for her to continue, if you will

What TigerStar is telling Sasha through this gesture is, “I can hurt you if you don’t listen to me, but I don’t want to do that, unless you make me.”

It’s a sign to Sasha of the fate she’s signed herself away to, that is what makes her eyes tear up

The Corner Drawing:

Essentially meant to represent the two’s future together

I implied this in the first part but the portraits themselves represent the past

Meanwhile, the corner drawing represents the future

But the two seemingly can’t get their mind off of the past, it’s stuck with them just as the cat heads are stuck with them too

They’re both on the floor completely embracing each other, it’s reassurance that they can try and move on

But also, they can’t forget their past, their abuse, the blood they shed and the pain they felt. They just get better at dealing with it

Of course they can both tear off the cat heads and the cat tails right off their bodies; It’d hurt like all hell but they could power through it

But right now they just need time to process everything

Maybe day by day they can slowly pick at the stitches

This itself represents them trying to process their trauma they’ve experienced through the Clans and TigerStar

Things will never be the same, but time is going to keep going on and if they want to live, they’re going to need to keep up

And by god are they going to keep up