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Hello Annika, I come into your inbox with a trade offer. The trade is that you tell me about your OCs. You gain: telling me about your OCs. I gain: you telling me about your OCs. So basically, tell me about your OCs.🤭

hiiii anonnn [twirls hair, kicks feet] <3 this is gonna be LONG, so im gonna put it under a cut! the nepherits, Jax, Syvis, & Panathir are required reading for this blog bc i reference them the most, but im gonna add a couple others that i love

pics are posted at the end of each section!

(also literally who are you i adore you for sending this ask i hope u enjoy :3)

Early note: the nepherits, Jax, Syvis, & Panathir all exist in a very medieval-esque, magic fantasy world

Nepherits

Nepherits were created by The Necromancer thousands of years ago to be vicious warriors to help Him take over the world. These creatures were created from dead bodies, and are, at their core, clones of The Necromancer, infused with His traits before being trained to hone their capabilities, based on what He wanted to use them for (e.g. melee, ranged weapons, stealth, etc.).

They are basically body-snatchers; when the body they're in begins to deteriorate, they pull the soul out of a living body and take control of it. Once they have control of the body, much of the biology of it ceases, and it takes on a very corpse-like appearance--its alive, but just barely. They have no blood, heartbeat, or body heat (they are constantly ice cold to the touch); almost no color in the skin, eyes, or hair; sunken cheeks, dark circles around the eyes, a discolored tongue (usually a purple-ish color); and they lose their ability to taste, detect temperature, and reproduce. However, they still have to eat, drink, sleep, and blink, or else the body will fully die (though nepherit-occupied bodies can go for longer periods of time without these).

The Necromancer was very close to taking over the world because the nepherits were such excellent fighters with extraordinary stamina and the inability to die. However, the nepherits, who were greatly abused by The Necromancer, rose up against Him and killed Him. They thought they would be hailed as heroes for this, but were so greatly feared and hated by the entire world that they couldn't live in normal society.

After The Necromancer was dead, the nepherits collectively started having an existential crisis. They had no purpose anymore. They didn't have their own identities. They weren't allowed to lead normal lives with others. Everyone wanted them dead. There was no point in existing anymore. Many nepherits committed suicide (allowing themselves to die without taking a new body), while the remainder exiled themselves to an island referred to as the Dead Isle, where they tried to build their own society secretly. It is a sad society of only around 50 remaining nepherits, but they try their best to survive and find some meaning. They are constantly afraid of being discovered and still periodically lose nepherits to suicide, but they emotionally support each other. They often have town meetings that act as group therapy sessions, and decorate the naturally desolate landscape of the Dead Isle with brightly colored flowers.

Nepherits are almost folklore at this point. People know what they are through stories and do suspect that some are still around, but most go their entire lives never seeing one. People do not know that the nepherits live on the Dead Isle. They just think it is a haunted island and stay away--if you go there, you do not come back. Nepherits are, of course, still widely hated and seen as monsters (though the rare few who are more knowledgeable about the scarcely-recorded Necromancer's War do see them as noble heroes).

Misc. facts:

Aside from Jax (see below), there are also four nepherits known to be in the world; 3 are employed by the king regent and used as body guards and as a scare tactic (there was one more, but the regent's father had killed him for insubordination); the 4th is a vengeful nepherit said to be working for a reincarnation of The Necromancer, though that is purely a rumor (see Panathir below)

Nepherits have no memory of the life they lived before they were necromaced and became nepherits

The Necromancer tagged the ear of each nepherit to distinguish them, enchanting the tags to attach to the nepherit's essence so they would transfer onto each new body

Many nepherits chose their name based on the letters and numbers on their ear tags

Some nepherits change their pronouns based on the body they're in, while others stick with one set

Jax (they/them)

Jax is a nepherit who had left the Dead Isle thousands of years prior to the present day. They were tired of being exiled and wanted to do something with their existence and see the world. They are nomadic and still an excellent fighter, and get by doing mercenary/adventuring work, as well as selling wooden sculptures that they hand carve.

While Jax is often discriminated against, they are good at getting others to like them by matching their energy and being socially intuitive. To others, they are easy-going, friendly, witty, agreeable, helpful, and successfully help others feel comfortable, supported, and included. Truly, this is key to their survival.

While they do not regret leaving the Dead Isle, it has been very difficult for them to grapple with the inherent issues of being a nepherit all on their own, without anyone else to be able to relate to or feel supported by. They have a lot of mental health issues and struggle with feelings of self-hatred, loneliness, depression, anxiety, neurosis, a lack of purpose, a lack of identity, abandonment, anger and rage, self-harm, existential fears, paranoia, and suicidal ideation. They constantly feel weighed down by the stigma they carry being a nepherit and frantically try to avoid reinforcing stereotypes about them, often to their own demise. They minimize their own issues and feelings to be as palatable to others as possible. This prevents them from making true connections with other people, even though they crave companionship.

In addition to the stigma that others hold against them, they also suffer from a lot of self-stigma. They often hate themselves just as much as others do, if not more. No matter how hard they try to show people they are a good being, they know they aren't. They lament ever being made and feel abandoned by the gods. They don't even consider themselves to be "alive" or a "person"--they just "exist" as a "being" or a "thing" or a "creature".

However, they've come a long way, and have a better hold on themselves now than they have in the past. They feel that they have found some sort of purpose through helping other people live the best lives that they can, even if its just in small ways. Mortals have such short lives, and it would be a shame to make these lives harder than they need to be. They have learned to cope better with losing people, but of course it still hurts when a friend is particularly close to them.

They do have a difficult time when they have to switch bodies. They always feel immensely guilty and will apologize to their victim. They do not react to killing people in fights and whatnot because those are enemies and, because they are dying normally, their souls get to go to whatever afterlife there is and can rest peacefully. When switching bodies, though, the person isn't really dying because the body is still alive--their soul is being ripped out and thrown into the ether. Jax has no clue where it goes and assumes they just wander aimlessly forever, which weighs heavily on them. But still, they have to survive somehow.

Misc. facts:

They keep a journal! Nepherits still have a human-length memory capacity, so Jax writes down a lot of notes that they think will be helpful in the future in a big journal. However, they are a TERRIBLE note-taker, so the journal is just full of random words, drawings, and symbols that they scribbled down. When the time comes to refer back to their notes, it's a total puzzle, basically.

They have a secret location where they store all of their past journals.

They love kids and get along well with them.

They had an adopted son once and loved being a parent.

They love to dance and are really good at it.

They love the theater but are definitely not gifted enough to ever be a part of a show.

With each body, they follow the same color scheme (black base, with red and purple accents), prefer to keep their hair short, and tend to wear long sleeves and pants; each body gets a different kind of outfit and a different dual-wielded weapon than the last one (they currently use axes!)

The scar across their nose appears on every body they take because it was given to them by The Necromancer, so it is bonded to them.

They love physical touch, but often avoid it because of how cold their skin is. When shaking hands, they will cover their hand with their sleeve or something, and when someone gives them a hug, they make sure to crane their face away from the other person's so their skin doesn't touch theirs.

Because they can't taste anything, Jax prefers foods that have a crunchy texture.

If something is hot enough (e.g. tea), Jax can *very slightly* feel a hint of warmth

Despite not being able to feel temperature, Jax will dress somewhat weather-appropriate, so as not to look out of place

Jax's ear tag was J4X-115

They pry their ear tag off every time they switch bodies

Ironically, they still love to fight and kill, a product of the nepherits' inherent--yet guilt-inducing--warrior bloodlust. Nothing brings out their "LET'S FUCKING GOOO" side like a tournament

Though nepherits take what they can get, body-wise, Jax tends to end up in biologically male bodies because their body-switching often happens when they're in a fight, which usually means there's more men around (though they have taken female bodies before, of course)

I play them in a game for the Genesys RPG system

Jax is VERY MUCH inspired by my own experience with borderline personality disorder LOL

They were a LOT sleazier in the beginning of developing them. Very scammy and fake with how they would make people like them and use others for their own gain

(1. as a nepherit warrior; 2. their current body; 3. a different body!; 4. literally ignore Topher, but this is the only full-body drawing I have of them in their current design with their axes LMAO)

(if you go into my annikuh's creating tag, you'll for sure find more Jax :3)

Syvis (she/her)

Syvis is an elf! She's independent, intelligent, intuitive, confident, level-headed, dedicated, and excellent with a bow and arrow. She's the daughter of a florist (her father) and the region's head religious leader (her mother). All three are very well-respected. She and her community are very nature-based, as is their religion, and the elves in general are immortal.

She's also Jax's soulmate. She found them on the side of the road being beaten by a gang of cart thieves and (after almost shooting them in the head too lol) took them in to make sure they weren't hurt after hitting their head so hard. Syvis clicked with Jax quickly, even though Jax was truly a disaster and at the lowest point of their existence, and the two became friends and lovers. She got a lot of backlash from her community for associating with a nepherit, but she let it roll off her back and was sure to protect Jax from any negativity. Eventually, the community accepted Jax in--they weren't going anywhere, so they might as well. She's a great rock for Jax, being unconditionally loving while still being firm with them. And while she and her family are highly religious, they are very respectful of Jax's aversion to the gods.

In the present day, unfortunately, Syvis and the elves have been dead for several hundred years after the humans committed a mass elven genocide. She had been killed right in front of Jax by a dozen human soldiers, whom Jax promptly obliterated. Jax had recently found a drawing of the two of them, but because it was so long ago, they couldn't remember who she was but knew she had to be important. Eventually, they accidentally stumbled upon the room where she had been killed (thanks to their god-awful notes they followed)--littered with human bones and, at the back wall, Syvis's skeleton displayed, decorated with flowers and her headscarf. All the memories quickly came flooding back to Jax, and they are still struggling with this grief again. Now, they carry the scarf with them.

Misc. Facts:

She helped Jax raise their son

She loves adventuring

She is also a very good dancer; one of her and Jax's first bonding moments was them dancing together

Syvis was the first person to touch Jax's bare skin without flinching or reacting

She finds Jax's skin temperature refreshing because she naturally runs hot

Her color scheme is very warm and earthy colors--she likes orange and yellow the best

The headbands and the many piercings on her ear are common elven traditions

(1. part of the Barbie meme i did with her and Jax, though she did end up in this situation once or twice; 2. the night they first met :3)

Panathir (he/him)

Panathir is another nepherit and considered to be Jax's twin. When he was created, The Nec had considered him defective for his purpose, possessing more extreme negative traits that outweighed any beneficial skills he had. The Nec held onto Panathir, as he was still one of the first nepherits that were created (number 11), and didn't want to fully destroy him--he was still another warrior that could be used. However, Jax was created to correct the mistakes that The Nec had made with Panathir, thus making Jax nepherit number 11.5. They are the only set of nepherit "twins" that were ever created.

Panathir is insecure, vengeful, impulsive, abusive, obsessive, codependent, power-hungry, and emotionally stunted, and makes it everyone else's problem. Whereas Jax feels stigma about being a nepherit, he knows he's evil, he knows he's a villain, and the fear makes him feel powerful. He's very obsessed with being the dominant position in every situation, but his insecurity makes any perceived disrespect--however minor--feel like a threat on his life.

He feels incredibly threatened by Jax, as he is fully aware they are better than him in every way possible (e.g. better warrior; self-sufficient without him) and far more well-liked than he is. This manifests in him tearing down Jax however he can to assert his dominance over them; he truly hates them. At the same time, he is obsessed with them. Jax makes him feel whole and he craves their love and acceptance, and he (often successfully) tries to isolate them from others who may steal Jax away from him. Jax is the only one who cares/cared about him (despite how afraid they are of him), and kindness from them make him melt; this makes him feel pathetic and even angrier at them. Very much an "I hate you, don't leave me" dynamic.

After The Necromancer was killed, Panathir and Jax tried living in the real world and, like the rest of the nepherits, were highly discriminated against. Panathir preferred to literally fight back against this; if someone wanted him dead, it gives him free reign to kill them. He and Jax lived by this for a while, terrorizing the mainlands who dared to hate them, but this got to Jax, eventually, and they insisted they retreat to the Dead Isle.

After mounting concerns about Panathir's violence and the vengeful person they felt Panathir was turning them into, Jax had abandoned him in the middle of the night to escape him, plunging Panathir into millenia of constant distress and anguish over this abandonment and betrayal. He spent every day thinking about them, hating them and crying over them and begging the universe to bring them back to him, and only stayed "alive" out of the small possibility that he'd find them again. His rage built constantly and he externalized his anger often. Whereas Jax often turns their distress on themself, he turns it outward on others and has never emotionally progressed.

Luckily for him (and unluckily for Jax), he has found them again and works constantly to make them regress back into the violent and vengeful person they were when they were with him, and isolate them from their friends by convincing them that nobody else understands them like he does. He genuinely thinks he is helping them by doing so, believing that their constant masking and catering to mortals is a waste of their time and actively harmful to their quality of life, but he will put that belief on the back burner if it means that they stay in his life. He wants the best for them, and thinks that what's best is being with him.

Jax doesn't remember him, but he is so desperate and in such clear pain that they can't help but take him in. They see their younger self in him, and want to help him be better, but his words also worm their way into their head and easily influence them, trapping them back into that abusive dynamic.

Misc. facts:

He is VERY smug most of the time, believing himself to be better than others

He walks very heavily, as if the massive chip on his shoulder actually holds weight

Anytime Jax threatens to leave him, he will go to extremely humiliating lengths to keep them there, even throwing himself at their feet; if they were to actually leave him for good, he'd likely commit a murder-suicide

He fostered some magical capabilities

His obsession with Jax resulted in a deeply and violently psychosexual attachment to them; his feelings are romantic/erotic in the same way that stalking, or wanting to skin and cannibalize someone alive, or keeping someone in your basement, or cuddling with the person you just murdered are

He is very handsy with Jax, often softly touching their face or their hair, and has to hold them while he sleeps; the amount of physical contact and the intimacy of it is often unnerving for Jax, but they are so touch-starved and so happy that they don't have to worry about him pulling away because of their temperature that they just let it happen

He's a talented artist and can easily draw Jax from memory

Over the time he spent without them, he created a wall of illustrations of Jax, some of which he collected (e.g. "wanted" posters), and others that he had drawn; he would frequently stare at these and throw darts or knives at them when he was angry

He has a good memory of Jax and can recall details about them that they didn't even remember, due to his obsessive fixation on them.

His color palette is opposite of Jax's--dark green and teal

He has a large scar diagonally across his chest (at the same direction and angle as Jax's scar across their nose), given to him by The Necromancer, that follows him into every new body he takes

He had coincidentally been working with the villains that Jax and their friends were going after, which is how their paths crossed again

When he had caught wind that Jax was nearby, he lured them to him by torturing and killing a family, then kidnapping and psychologically torturing one of their friends, knowing this would upset them enough to lead them to track him down

His nepherit ear tag was J4X-11, though he quickly changed that once The Necromancer was dead and the other nepherits began changing their names to try and distance himself from Jax

Like Jax, he, too, removes his tag when he changes bodies, often destroying them himself

[[here come some notable OCs that i love but don't talk about much!]]

Asma Acerbi de Pesce Verde (she/her)

Asma is a 35 year old human and comes from the lower fishing caste, Pesce Verde, on the planet Apep (culturally based on an Indian-Italian fusion). She comes from a big family with six siblings. Her father was a military cook until he had to retire after Asma's mother committed suicide when Asma was very young.

She is the captain and astrogator on a small cargo trading spaceship. She's mature, intelligent, good in a crisis, easy-going, and physically strong and athletic. She's alright with a gun, but great in melee.

Asma also has psionic powers! She was really good with them when she was younger, specializing in telepathy and telekinesis. Right before she finished her training, she was psychically attacked by an evil specter during her final demonstration for school. The attack left her traumatized enough that she became basically homebound, too scared to do anything. She does not use her powers very often now, out of fear of another attack and because the psychiatric medication she was put on affected her ability to use them well. But she'll pull em out in an emergency if she needs to.

Misc. facts:

She is in a very committed relationship with the ship's engineer, Kathra (who my partner made, and they are very cute together)

She's very spiritual, using a lot of crystals and meditation and such. It helps her cope with her trauma really well.

She has a pet water dragon (which looks like a bearded dragon), named Premee (meaning "sweetie"). Apep water dragons have mild psychic powers with sweet demeanors, which makes them excellent emotional support animals

Made for a Traveller RPG campaign!

(I don't have ANY drawings of her in her actual design, but this is the art I use for her in our rpg LOL i'll update and lyk when i draw her fr LMFAO)

Lucia DeSalerno (she/her)

Lucia is a very conservative Italian catholic in her late 20s who hunts ghosts and demons. She was raised by an equally conservative single mother and has no siblings. Her mother was killed by a ghost several years earlier, and now Lucia is out to rid the world of these kinds of monsters.

Lucia has a very strange relationship with God. Her religion is all she knows and it's the only way she believes she can live her life, but even though she's taught that everything is in God's plan, she blames God for not protecting her mother and leaving her alone. She holds a lot of contempt and anger toward God, while also begging for his love, help, and forgiveness.

Her personality is very cold, bitter, judgmental, stubborn, self-righteous, and headstrong. She always has a huge chip on her shoulder and is clearly not coping well in any aspect of her life, but she's a really good monster hunter.

Misc. facts:

She uses a dagger that has been blessed by her priest, with a handle shaped like a crucifix with the sacred heart of Jesus in the middle

I have only used her once in a Monster of the Week oneshot, which is a total shame bc she's really interesting imo

Odille Vale (she/her)

Odille is a sex worker who doubles as a spy and assassin, known in the criminal underworld as the "Hawk in the Mist" for her hooked nose--the only feature that can be seen when her hood is up when carrying out a hit. She uses her job at the brothel, The Painted Hen, to collect information on the other gangs in the city and her targets; it's surprising how much these male customers disclose. To others, Odille is serious, determined, straight-edge, cool, calm, and collected. She's stealthy, good with a gun, and an excellent improviser. The world she lives in is crime- and gang-ridden, dark 24/7, musty, and haunted by ghosts. It kind of has similar vibes to a creepy Jack-the-Ripper-Era England.

Odille's late husband, Colin, had met her when she was a sex worker and whisked her away to live an affluent life. When he suddenly died, his family left her with nothing, seeing her previously line of work as a stain on the family's reputation, leading her to have to return to sex work. When that was no longer enough to pay the bills, she got the opportunity to break into the criminal underworld and took it, finding that she had a knack for it.

Unfortunately, the loss of Colin has left Odille in a perpetual state of mourning. She deprives herself of any sort of fun or pleasure because it causes her to feel guilty--how can she be happy if her husband is dead? It is so severe that even smiling makes her feel bad. She refrains from drugs, alcohol, and non-work-related sex--not to mention love--lest she enjoy herself too much. People say that a late partner would want their widow to enjoy their life and move on, but Odille doesn't think so.

However, she is not immune to moments of weakness, especially around Henry (see below! please!). On nights when Odille gets too carried away celebrating a job well done or lamenting a job went wrong, she'll often have sex with Henry. She will give him a dollar that he then gives back to her so money is technically exchanged, creating a loophole that makes it a business transaction. She knows, though, that these spontaneous moments feel much different than any other time she's had sex with him at the Hen. She wants him, but her guilt won't let her have him, and she's sure to punish herself greatly for it the next morning.

Misc. facts:

While she dolls herself up for her job at the Painted Hen, she conducts her criminal work in male attire--a white button-down, black slacks and vest, black boots, a long black cape, no makeup, and her hair slicked back

Her gang is called the Audubon Society because, coincidentally, everyone has a bird-related alias

She still wears her wedding ring

She had never shot a gun before taking her first hit job

She's my newest character, made for the Blades in the Dark RPG system

(picrew here! will eventually draw her too, but the few times i've tried i've hated it lol)

Henry (he/him)

Henry is Odille's closest friend, business partner, and most loyal customer. He runs a pub in the next neighborhood over and allows Odille and the Audubon Society to operate out of the basement. He is friendly, polite, intuitive, respectful, unassumingly intelligent, sober, and a shrewd businessman. He's knowledgeable about the criminal underworld from the information he overhears from his patrons, and helps Odille in her negotiations with other gangs.

He had first met Odille at the Painted Hen. It was his first time meeting with a sex worker and he was very shy and nervous, so asked if they could do some small talk before jumping into anything. They ended up talking all through sex, and he had such a good time with her that he kept coming back to see her. He would come by every night after closing the pub to come see her--sometimes for sex and sometimes not--and they struck up a good friendship.

Henry truly adores Odille, even though she keeps him at an emotional arm's length. He revels in the moments where she lets herself go, whether it be a loud laugh, confessing a deeper emotion, or spontaneously seducing him and making love to him. Henry truly cherishes those nights they sleep together outside of the Painted Hen's walls when she returns all the love he shows to her, though it stings to have to still "pay" her for it. He knows she has some sort of baggage that she won't tell him about and respects this, but it is heartbreaking to see her put her wall back up. He would never consider cutting her off, though; that heartache is worth it as long as she's still in his life.

Misc. facts:

He taught Odille how to shoot a gun

When he goes to the Painted Hen, he always asks Odille if she wants to have sex that night, instead of just expecting it because he's paying her

He lent Odille his clothes to wear on her first hit job

(picrew here! will try to draw him and will lyk when i update!)

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RUINS, pt. 16

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chapter 3 story update is on the way

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y'all ever start thinking about the imagery associated with ur blorbos and then are accosted with shrimp emotions

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WONWOO's THE FACE SHOP Ad Shoots Sketch

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mothowl doodles

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HI

I made an AO3 so it’s easier to view my NSFW art!

I kinda wanna keep majority of this stress-relief art free and I hate Twitter!

I’m on a break rn but rest assured, I appreciate all of ur comments and messages! I reading them all and drawing!

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idk how many smut scenes i have written at this point but apparently i will always write them with my face burning and need to go for a walk halfway through

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in the tomb of saint gabriel

(may your woes be many)

[beeelderly]

@peacereturnedtothevalley commissioned me to draw Hieron AU Thisbe and Brnine, and Palisade AU Hella and Adaire !! I think it's so fun that Janine and Ali keep making characters that catch each other when they fall 🤗

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fighting for my life to get these pages done, have some WIPs o7

that's definitely the real dialogue

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How about Damian giving Anya a hug?

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i don't care if this is out of character he is so in love

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hey guys slight delay on the dunmeshi cooking review, turns out deep frying things is both hard and scary because the spirits in the grease will leap out and try to steal your greatest desires, so im moving onto the living armor dishes

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okAY!! took me a hot second but he's here! my impressions of giorno bizarre adventure for part 2 of the pick-a-fandom-i’m-not-in poll. the delay is my own dang fault cause i picked a jojo i thought would be challenging to draw. and i was correct.

as for his colors, i settled on something in between the anime and manga versions. and i've since learned that this guy has a killer theme song.

(some beginning sketches/schematics under the readmore)

[rodolfoparras]

if any of this makes you uncomfortable feel free to ignore it, you’re comfort comes first

I’ve been seeing so many male character x bunny hybrid readers and don’t get me wrong, I love a good hybrid reader cuz they’re either really hot or really funny to think of.

Butt every time one is written, it’s always ‘Bunny reader is bottom and small, petite little man/woman that gets railed’

How about a dominant hybrid bunny reader?? Like imagine just fucking Price till his legs are shaky and he’s begging for you to slow down. The bunny traits giving you strong, well built thighs and legs which helps to fuck him so roughly.

Barely giving him a break between climaxes as his ass gets sore and numb from being fucked for so long. Using his pretty ass as you bend him over any surface, barely able to hold back.

Being able to go multiple rounds and recover quickly, so horny for that old man. Sometimes just straight up dry-humping him. Even in the kitchen on base, where anyone could walk in and see their beloved captain getting his ass humped by his horny boyfriend

I’m so normal about this <3

This is my first time attempting to write about hybrids/ shifters even though I love reading about them but anyway I present to you bunny shifter male reader and bear shifter price !

Thinking about Price being an unmated bear shifter and no matter what he does he can never find an appropriate partner for him.

Every partner he’s ever encountered had expected him to be the dominant one in bed and to be completely honest Price had been more interested in being dominated himself.

That’s why, despite his old age, Price had stayed unmated, had even accepted his fate to be unmated all the way to his grave.

However that mindset quickly changed when he set his eyes on you. Because of his big shifter form there were rarely times when he felt like he was in danger, but there was something different about you, something that evoked an instinct to flee, and in the same breath made him want to get closer to you.

Logically Price knew you wouldn’t actually hurt him, hell the two of you are so close people tend to ask if the two of you are mated.

But something about your watchful gaze lit a fire inside of him while simultaneously urging him to run away, something about your touch made him feel like he was stuck in your grasp while every cell in his body was pushing him to get impossibly closer and something about your words made his insides purr while also urging him to bury his teeth into your neck.

Despite the instincts you awoke inside him, he never tried to initiate anything. The two of you were colleagues and anything past that would be deemed as inappropriate.

However the line seemed to blur one night after a successful mission, when one too many drinks had entered Price’s system and instead of hanging out with 141 he had ended up standing in a corner with you, talking no -flirting.

Because it had started off as talking, brief comments made about the mission, a pat on the back for a job well done until your fingers seemed to clammer onto his shoulder and your tone turned much lower as the conversation switched to discussing the different shifters on the team.

Soap is suited as a wolf shifter, according to you, because he acts like an overgrown puppy.

Gaz is suited as a lion, for his dedication and loyalty to those close to him.

Ghost is suited well as a lynx for his elusive nature.

However when it came to discussing Price, you paused for a moment, before looking at him with a small smile.

“And you captain? What kind of shifter are you?” You ask because at the end of the day you don’t know what type of shifter he is and he doesn’t know what type of shifter you are either.

Price feels himself tense, before he clears his throat and awkwardly shuffles in place.

“Bear shifter” Price says while closely eyeing your reaction.

Many times when he’d revealed his true form, people’s view on him had changed, quickly regarding him as the more superior of the two and therefore ruining any potential of forming a relationship with him.

But you did none of that, instead you seemed more intrigued with this reveal.

“Bear shifter?” You say, the smile growing bigger on your face while eyeing the group of rowdy men standing a couple of feet away . “Suits you” is all you say before you turn your gaze back to the older man.

“Yeah? Why?” Price says, feeling heat creep up his neck, ears and cheeks, slightly fearing what you’ll say about him but also feeling intrigued.

“You are very gentle and tolerant with those you love”

His eyes widen in surprise, brows almost dipping past his hairline as a soft gasp escapes his lips.

“You don’t find me intimidating?” He says almost in a whisper.

“Do you want me to think that?” You say in a playful tone while raising a brow at the older man.

“No” he says, so quickly , a chuckle escapes your lips before you turn your gaze back to the rowdy group of men steadily drinking themselves half to death.

“So what are you then?” Price says after a moment of silence passes as he too now watches the group of men.

“Guess”

“Something of the feline sort?” He says, recalling then many times he’s seen your sharp smile.

“Nope” you say with a big smile on your face, showing off the very same sharp teeth that seem ingrained into his memory.

“A reptile?” He says, thinking of the vivid color that usually paints your irises.

“Mm not quite right” you say, now turning to him, chest flush against his as you crowd him up against the wall. “Let me give you a hint” you whisper in his ear and he feels goosebumps rise across his skin, gaze still trailed on the men in front of him who seem none than wiser to what’s happening “We’re said to have a high sex drive and many of us are much fast and way stronger compared to most feline shifters”

Recognition paints his face as a gasp slip past his lips. “A bunny shifter “

When he hears the sound of your chuckle he realizes just how ridiculous his reaction must’ve been and he feels the heat creeping back into his face as he apologizes profusely. “I apologize I-“

“It’s okay” you say, still chuckling “ You’re not the first one to react like this but you don’t think I’m weak because I’m a bunny shifter, do you captain?” You say amusement stripped from your tone and voice sounding much sharper.

“You want me to think so?” He says, voice breathy and strained repeating your words from earlier with a small smirk on his face

“No “ you say before you lightly nibble on his ear, hearing another gasp tumble past his lips

“You know what I want though?” You say, pushing away from him a bit to meet his gaze with your colorful irises and a sharp smile on your face.

Price swallows hard, feels himself shift in place, cock stirring in his pants as he eagerly awaits what you’re about to say.

“I want you to run.”

“What?” Price says, face pinched in confusion.

“I want you to run”

The confused look disappears from his face as Price realizes what you’re really saying.

You want to chase him.

You want to catch him

For the first time in his life someone wants to court him.

And it doesn’t take much before he’s slipping out your grip and running out the bar like his life depended on it, all while your laugh echoes behind him.

[anonymouspuzzler]

SOLVE MY PUZZLE (this message was sent on behalf of a death knight known as Argent Grimm, the Harvest Lorde)

(if it's gotta be formatted as an oc question - what do the group think of picross/nonogram puzzles? or puzzles in general?)

i wish you all could have seen my face when i opened my damn inbox and people are sending me custom picrosses. anyway buck's got like a mental block on anything puzzle-y (if you don't necessarily Present it as a puzzle he'd probably do fine but having it called a puzzle makes him feel like it's a test he didn't study for). quote davey, "what the fuck man you think I'm back in grade school or some shit? I'm not doing your math homework for you lmao". Minnie's pretty good at puzzles even if she doesn't actively seek them out. when she's older she will probably understand the appeal of a quiet evening in with some picross or sudoku