#Why can't I be a human. Why do I want to bark and bite people. Why does it hurt to touch people like a person would

[fragglerockopinions]

I'm like. spiraling.

My body hurts and it's falling apart and there's nothing wrong with it and there's no way to fix it. I'll never be able to have a normal job again. I can barely stand how am I supposed to finish college. I need help and I keep asking people to help me and that makes them uncomfortable and I'm asking too much of them. I say there is no food in my house. They say why don't you go buy food. I say I'm too disabled to drive. They say oof lol. How does oof help me. How are you not worried about me. How when I say I haven't bought food in a week or washed my clothes in a year people respond omg lol and not holy shit are you okay do you need help how are you alive. Not to be lazy or anything but I would actually literally kill for someone to hold me and say it's okay you don't have to do this alone anymore I'm going to help you. I would commit unspeakable acts of violence for someone to offer to drive me to the store. Once you're disabled you're trash you can't contribute to society just let yourself decay. I make everyone uncomfortable by just existing as myself and I ruin every event by either being visibly in pain and pulling an ugly face because my legs are about to give out or by not going because my spine is broken and I can't leave my bed. My family won't help me they don't believe me I'm not allowed to flinch or look like I'm in pain because my face is ugly when I'm in pain and I'm just faking it to get out of doing anything at all. I don't have a single support system or way to survive this shit. I'm in so much pain constantly there's not even a word for it because I can't just say it hurts nobody takes me seriously or understands just how bad it hurts. I can't say it's like a knife in my spine that sounds so fucking fake. It's like a knife in my spine and every tiny cell that moves hurts it because it's a fucking blade stuck between my bones. It's cutting and mangling my skin and muscles and everyone is like why don't you just stop having a knife in your back and the doctors say you do not have avknifevin your back and my parents say everyone has a knife in their back and you're just pretending it hurts and being lazy because you hate me. How am I still alive why am I still alive why does it just keep getting worse

[jaewritesfic]

Melon!AU Part 2

If it had been anyone but Cass to suggest it, Bruce is certain that both Damian and Tim would have responded with an immediate and vehement, Are you insane?!

But it is Cass. It's Cass, so Damian makes a choked sound and bites out, “Help. The Pit Demon?”

Similarly, Tim chokes out, “I don't know about that one, Black Bat. I mean- it's- it looks-”

“Judging books?” Cass asks through comms, a gentle disapproval in her tone that rivals Alfred’s in effectiveness. Bruce himself feels a little cowed by it.

Diplomacy had not, after all, been on his mind before his daughter spoke up.

He should know better than to make assumptions, especially if she's right and the creature isn't as hostile as it seems.

That's still a very big if.

“Commissioner,” Bruce says lowly, turning his head. Gordon is lingering near the roof access stairway, having come up to brief them but seeming reluctant to even look down on the creature in the alley. “Have there been any casualties? Injuries?”

Jim falters, uncharacteristically rattled. Bruce can't blame him - there's a low level dread and an unsettling feeling just being in the same vicinity as the creature, and that's as a seasoned vigilante. Someone who faces death down regularly.

“Uh. No. No, it uh- it took some swipes at people who got too close, but it didn't connect. We backed off pretty fast and called you as soon as possible.”

Bruce blinks. “Not even any blood drawn?”

Gordon shakes his head. “Damn miracle. The thing is fast and those claws are vicious.”

He hears Cass hum into the comms, and he understands exactly why.

The thing in the alley is built to do damage. He has his doubts it was any kind of miracle that made it ‘miss’ any of the swipes it took.

Trying to scare them off indeed.

“Black Bat. What exactly are you reading off the creature?”

“Looking for exits. Desperate. Overwhelmed.”

Bruce hums. “Being cornered and desperate will make anyone or anything dangerous. We need to proceed carefully here. Even if it doesn't want to hurt anyone, that doesn't mean it won't if it thinks it has no other-”

The shadow that is Cass shifts in his periphery, and he looks up to the opposite roof just in time to bark, “Do not-!” as Cass steps off the roof and flips down into the alley.

Why are his kids so determined to give him a stroke?

Dick vaults up over the edge of the roof to join he and Tim, saying, “I'm here, what's-”

He cuts off and claps his hands over his ears with everyone else when the creature shrieks at Black Bat's unexpected arrival.

“Black Bat,” Bruce grits out, heart in his throat as he peers over the edge with ringing ears. “Retreat back to the rooftops now.”

One tap to the comm. No.

Bruce grits his teeth, fighting not to show his anxiety. It's not like Cass to refuse orders. Hell, he can't remember her ever disobeying an order in the field so blatantly.

The low warning noise the creature is making now is almost as bad as the shriek. Something about it sets off every alarm bell in his brain, like it was never meant to be heard by human ears. Almost a growl, almost a moan, something celestial and unfathomable.

Cass doesn't back up or get any closer. She raises a hand slowly in a little wave and says, “Hello.”

If it were possible to startle a fax machine, it would probably sound like the creature does as it jerks and snaps its mouth shut in surprise, lamplight eyes going huge and round.

Masterpost

[lririx]

im a lil shy for asking, but can i request for ithaqua and naib headcanons with a feral s/o? like, raised by the wolves type of feral, will bite u and probably has rabies type of feral. if u dont do multiple chars, then just ithaqua would be fine!!

This is my first request thank you so much!

I hope you enjoy it.

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Ithaqua

•Ithaqua never takes interest in people. He didn't have interactions with people for years until he came to the Manor. He talks to the other hunters to relieve his boredom and pass the time.

•But this changed when he saw you. Fragile but ferocious. Human, yet monstrous.

•He didn't feel threatened or scared by your presence, but felt intrigued, since he saw himself in you.

•You two were similar yet different. Both of you were abandoned by civilization yet he was raised by a human while you were raised by the wilderness.

•He was literate thanks to his mother but you could only utter words and incomplete sentences.

•You were intimidated by him as he slowly walked towards you, which caused you to be on guard.

•You growled at him, hoping he'd back off but he came closer without hesitation.

•Surprised by his action, you clench your teeth, raise and hold your hand in a claw like way, snarling at him as a warning.

•Yet Ithaqua didn't stop. He leaned on one leg infront of you as he reached out his hand towards you.

•You scatched him beacuse you were scared, you were frantic of people. They've only ever hurt you and your pack. They only tought of themselves. How could he be any different?

•Ithaqua looked at his wounded hand and his brows crooked into a slight frown but he sighed, grabbed your hands and pulled you into his chest. He tightened his grip.

•You struggled, bit him, scratched him, kicked him to free yourself of his grasp but he only clenched you harder, with no sign of wanting to let go.

•You growled and howled but it had no effect. As panick grew you moved more rapidly.

•“Shhh…I'm not going to hurt you.” He said as he snuggled his face into your hair like how your pack interacted with eachother, showing their love and affection.

•You don't know why he did that. Why he tried to make you trust him. Even Ithaqua himself doesn't know. He just knows that he wanted to keep you close to him from the start.

•Your bond gradully became stronger after that.

•He always stays by your side and never leaves you except for matches which he can't do anything about.

•He'll give the death stare to anyone who dares to look at you even with the slightest hints of anguish.

•On the other hand if anyone has the audacity to become a little to friendly with you he'll bark at them to piss off.

•He's an absolute sweetheart to you though.

•He's constantly cuddling with you and kissing you everywhere.

•He always sings you to sleep. Lullabies his mother sang to him. Thoes melodies are very precious to him and him sharing them with you shows how much he loves and trusts you.

•You two always play with eachother like wolf pups. Run around the big yards of the Manor, play hide and seek, and even playfully bite eachother.

•He gets so excited whenever you bite him he's like a child that just got a new toy. He'll be giggling so much it just melts your heart.

•He always takes you to the Manor yards on the weekends to watch the moon together and you two usually fall asleep on the trees.

•On days were the moon is full he'll even howl with you.

•He always cuddles and holds you tightly when sleeping. He'll get his coat and puts in on top of you to keep you warm.

•And if you're scared of the dark, he'll always have his lantern on by your side.

Naib Subedar

•Naib didn't have a reaction when he saw you. You were just a new guest of the Oletus Manor. Someone who has to play these games like the rest of them.

•He's pretty closed off towards people except for the few friends he has. But that doesn't mean he's mean to anyone and that includes you.

•One day during a match the hunter was chasing you and you got injured. Naib came to help you out a bit and by the end of it the hunter decided to change targets.

•When they were finally gone he wanted to patch you up but you roared at him. I mean you haven't ever interacted with people and you've only seen them while they were trying to hunt you and your pack.

•He wasn't expecting that and he flinched for a second. “I want to help you.” He said. But you couldn't trust him. This is his way of fooling you he doesn't actually want to help.

•That's what you were thinking of but his presence casted a serene aura. He was scary, you felt that energy of his, but that was overshadowed by that tranquility of his.

•You relaxed you shoulders a bit, thinking maybe he's not so bad. But he reached out his hands to you and that scared you a bit so you took a step back and bared your teeth at him.

•“Please we don't have time.” Naib said a bit annoyed, but he tried to keep himself composed. He didn't blame you. He knew trusting people was hard but now is not the time to be hesitant.

•He got on one knee, his hand still hovering waiting for you to take it. “Trust me.” He said. “I'm only trying to help.”

•His ambiance calmed you down bit by bit. Loosening your muscles, you walked towards him and took his hand.

•He guided you to sit and you complied. “It's going to hurt a bit.” Naib said and put disinfectant on your wounds then started to patch you up.

•After that he always looked after you. If you were uncomfortable around someone he'd step in and take you away from them.

•If you were sitting alone he'd drag you along with him. He never let you feel gloomy or feel like you were in danger, because its Naib. Its his instinct to protect. Well that's what he thought. He didn't realize he was developing feelings for you.

•He’d help you read and write so you could have conversations with the others more easily.

•The Manor provides any food you’d like but Naib made you food himself whenever he got the chance because “The food made by the people close to you tastes better.”

•He wants you to feel calm and safe when you’re around him.

•Naib always gets you toys to play with. He loves playing catch with you. Butterflies flutter in his stomach when he sees you run around and laugh happily.

•He scratches behind your ears alot too. He's really good at it and you just fall asleep on his lap.

•Whenever he's on a match and you miss him you go to his closet and take one of his clothes and wear them since they smell like him and it makes you feel like he's with you.

•When he comes back he just sees a little puppy who is curled up and is sleeping with his clothes.

[reticent-writer]

King of demons Child

I made this in 2022 idk why i never posted it

demon slayer masterlist

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Lady Tamyo was the one to bring you to Ubuyahiski saying she wanted you to be 'more humane' and go against your father's teachings.

He accepted. To teach the child humanity.

He introduced you to the hashira much to their dismay but they respected his opinion and the fact that you were a clueless child.

Shinobu was the one looking after you. Teaching you how fragile human life is and how quick you can lose it.

"What are you doing." One of your many questions that annoyed the girl to no end, but it would be a benefit to teach right from wrong.

"I'm making medicine for the 3 slayers that came the other day." She replied with her signature smile.

"Father told me people die because they are not strong enough, so why help them?" Shinobu was not shocked, you were raised by the first demon after all.

"We help so they can get stronger and when they get stronger they can stand up for those who can't themselves. It a good thing, so why don't you come help me." She said extended her arms to you, which you excepted as she pulled you on her lap.

Giving you directions on how to prepare the 3 cups of herbal tea, placing them on a tray then carrying to the three sword men.

You expected adults like the flame or sound hashira (you also go by them a lot), so when you saw kids who killed one of the lower moons you were surprised.

"I thought they were dead." You whispered to the insect pillar.

"You three seem to be doing better." Shinobu chuckled leaving you by the door as she went and checked on each of the children before urging you into the room to give out the tea.

"AHH WHY WOULD YOU BRING A DEMON IN HERE." The blonde screeched which irritated you.

"Why so loud." You complained but Shinobu placed her arm on your shoulder and led you to Tanjiro's bedside table. You placed the teas on the table and grabbed one to give to Tanjiro, who was staring at you.

"Take it." You thrust the cup at him which he hesitantly took.

"He is my little assistant for the three of you, he won't bite if you don't bark." She tried to calm down Zenitsu but it just made him more nervous.

You took the 2-remaining cups, walked over to Zenitsu's bed and did the same but he refused to take it.

"I'M NOT DRINKING THAT WHO KNOWS WHAT HE PUT IN IT." He screeched again. You groaned at the loud noise and looked back at Shinobu. You wanted nothing more than to shut him up but that would go against the morals that everyone has been teaching you.

You sighed, placed his cup on the table, and moved on to Inosuke. He accepted the cup with no complaints, he didn't even bat an eye. Walking back over to Tanjiro's bed you took the tray and began to walk out of the room when Shinobu stopped you.

"I think you're forgetting something."

"Hmm?"

"Introduce yourself."

"Oh my name is Y/n Kibustuji." You bowed and left before you could see their reactions.

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[666writingcafe]

Checking In

Lucifer

Once my brothers are settled in for the evening, I quietly leave the House and begin walking back to the castle. I need to apologize to Diavolo for what happened a few hours ago, but more importantly, I need to see Zephyr. I haven't quite decided whether to yell at them or comfort them.

The exhausted look in their eyes as they answer the door to one of the spare bedrooms tells me that they're not in the mood for a lecture.

Normally, that doesn't stop me from giving one, but for some reason, I can't find it in me to berate Zephyr for their actions. Not even a little bit.

They walk over to the desk they have set up and start looking through various papers. I make my way over to the bed and sit on the side facing them.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" I ask.

"Can't," Zephyr answers, more focused on their work than on me.

"Can't, or won't?" They glare at me briefly. "Simply a question, Zephyr. Nothing more."

"I have to distract myself. If I don't keep myself busy, I'm going to kill Solomon."

"For calling you 'MC'?" That got their attention. They look like they're moments away from biting my head off.

"Listen, I understand why you're upset."

"Do you?" they bark angrily.

"You trusted him to keep your old identity a secret, yes?" Zephyr blinks awkwardly before closing their eyes and taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, Lucifer. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It's just..." Another deep breath as their eyes begin watering.

"It's okay. Take your time."

"I'll be fine." Sighing, they leave their desk and sit beside me on the bed.

"Do you want to know why I answered Diavolo's ad in the paper?" they ask me. I shrug.

"I assumed it was for the money." Zephyr shakes their head.

"I had to make the transition alone. I didn't want you guys to have the same experience I did, because it was rough."

"You weren't always a demon?" Another sigh.

"I was born human, Lucifer."

Oh. That explains a few things.

"I come from a long line of powerful and notorious sorcerers," they continue. "Everyone in my family wants to cause as much chaos as possible simply because they find it hilarious to watch people suffer. I didn't participate in any of their illegal and shady activities, obviously, but I still had a target on my back. No matter where I went in the human world, people were on the hunt for me. I was more or less a fugitive, and all because I was related to a whole bunch of criminals.

"Then one day, I met a group of demons. They were part of an organization that granted humans asylum in the Devildom. I told them my story, and they not only encouraged me to seek it out, but they also made sure that my application was approved as quickly as possible. However, that meant shedding all my ties to the human world and becoming a full-fledged demon. Shortly after I arrived here, the organization was forced to dissolve, and any evidence of its existence disappeared without a trace."

I'm not surprised something like that happened. If Diavolo is telling me the truth about his father, then I have no doubt that he had a heavy hand in annihilating that organization.

"So where does Solomon come in all this?"

"He's worked with my family over the course of my childhood. I was told he was a friend, but I learned at a very young age to not trust anyone that they liked."

"And yet you have his mark on you."

"That's because when we reconnected several years later, I learned that he was trying to become a more reputable sorcerer. Of course, I didn't believe him at first, but then I started hearing good things about him from people I did trust. Eventually, I wanted to help him with his goal, and so I agreed to enter a pact with him."

"I see."

Well, no wonder Zephyr's able to remain calm around us. We probably seem like a fucking cake walk compared to what they've been through. And having to do it all by themselves on top of it?

I feel a strange mix of emotions: sadness, anger, and...

Pride.

Which makes very little sense. How can I be proud of someone that I barely know? They're just our attendant, after all.

Or are they?

Tears threaten to spill out of Zephyr's eyes again.

I shouldn't stay here. Maybe I can flag down one of Diavolo's servants and have them get tissues or something for them.

But I have to remain professional. Who knows what would happen if I give in?

My heart beats my brain. Soon, I'm holding Zephyr in my arms as they quietly cry into my chest.

Memories of me comforting my siblings like this begin playing in my head. Is Zephyr family? They've certainly integrated quite well into ours, but that's only so that they can better assist us, right?

And yet the way they're grabbing onto me...

Eventually, they pull back, and as I let go of them, our eyes meet. For one brief yet scary moment, they look exactly like Lilith.

I lean in and kiss their forehead, for old time's sake.

But then my brain takes over again, and I'm suddenly questioning everything I just did.

"Sorry," I mumble, scrambling to get out of that room before I do something stupid again. I shouldn't be feeling this way about them. Even if they weren't born a demon, that doesn't change the fact that they've been one for much longer than me and my brothers have. I still have to lead by example, and I can't do that if I'm too busy fawning over them.

Who cares what they think? You deserve to be happy.

I'm going to need some time alone to think.

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A Few Days Later

A Text Conversation

Lucifer: Are you doing okay?

Zephyr (MC): That's funny. I was about to text you the very same question.

Lucifer: Of course you were.

Zephyr: To answer your question, I'm doing better. Might even head back to the cottage soon.

Lucifer: That's good.

Lucifer: Listen, I want to properly apologize to you for what happened.

Zephyr: Which part?

Lucifer: Me running away.

Zephyr: *wide-eyed emoji*

Lucifer: What did you expect me to say, that I regretted comforting you when you needed it?

Zephyr: Kind of, yeah.

Lucifer: I know it seemed that way at the time, but I can assure you, that wasn't it at all.

Lucifer: It's taken me a bit for me to admit this, but I was scared.

Zephyr: Of?

Lucifer: My feelings.

Lucifer: The positive ones, I mean.

Zephyr: *confused sticker*

Lucifer: If it's alright with you, I'd like to get to know you more.

Zephyr: In a friendly way?

Lucifer: Something like that.

Zephyr: Lucifer...

Lucifer: Yes?

Zephyr: Why the indirect answer?

Lucifer: I'm still getting used to the idea of seeing you as more than simply an attendant. Please be patient with me.

Zephyr: Of course.

Zephyr: Are you wanting to do something low key, or do I need to find a fancy outfit?

Lucifer: *confused sticker*

Zephyr: Just trying to gauge where you're at, whether you're simply wanting to become friends or wishing for something more than that.

Lucifer: *several wide-eyed emojis*

Zephyr: Alright then. Low key it is. How about a nice stroll through one of the parks? Wear whatever makes you feel comfortable. No pressure to do anything beyond walking and talking, and you can leave whenever for whatever reason, even if it's because you're simply sick of hearing the sound of my voice droning on and on.

Lucifer: *a few laughing emojis*

Lucifer: Sounds good. Just let me know when and where.

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[little-bumblebeeee]

Moonlight - part 1

werewolf!Steve x vampire!Eddie

There are werewolves in Hawkins. Yeah right, and there are monsters under the bed. That's Eddie's reasoning. Vampires don't exist, neither do werewolves or monsters or the boogeyman or mermaids or any similar creature. The howling at full moon nights are probably some weirdo trying to scare kids - hell, he'd do it too - and the reason Dustin Henderson keeps buying an insane amount of raw meat on those nights is because...the Hendersons like beef? Look, Eddie doesn't know, he just knows he's not falling for some myth.

"Well, if you're so brave go stay the night in the woods tomorrow night during the full moon." Gareth tells him with arms crossed in front of him and poking Eddie pretty damn hard in the arm. "I just might." Eddie retorts, though he knows he'll probably book it out of there the second he hears a twig snap, but there are people around. He can't act like a scared little kid. So that's why he's lugging a tent and a bag of snacks into the woods because he's not gonna let his stomach rumbling give away where he is to any crazy murderers hiding in the woods or werewolves - not like they exist or anything.

He had to get Wayne to teach him how to set up a tent at least 5 times before he even stepped near the woods. His flashlight sweeps the ground, the fresh batteries making it brighter than ever. Is he paranoid? Pfft, no, he's just not dumb, he's seen horror movies. It's quiet for a few hours, and Eddie totally doesn't almost squeal like a scared middle schooler who hasnt hit puberty yet when he sees a silhouette stumbling next to his tent. He can hear their heavy breathing, they must've ran here. They say a choked sounding string of curse words and - wait, Harrington? That's clearly his voice, what is he doing here? And why is he running? Is he running from something!?

Eddie peeks his head just a little bit out of the tent to see Steve there, keeled over and breathing like he'd just run a marathon. He looks like he's in pain as he falls to his knees, digging his nails - no, claws into the ground. He didn't have claws yesterday, what the actual hell!?

So, Eddie does what Eddie does best, he runs. He runs and runs and runs until he falls over because even though he's good at running away from things he hasn't gotten proper exercise in at least a couple years. Luckily there's no beast chasing him, only a howling far in the woods. He sounds like he's in pain, and part of Eddie wants to go back - but the sensible part of him is telling him to keep running. How deep was he in the woods? He's pretty sure he wasn't even that far yet they seem never ending. He's starting to panic, he feels like he's in a horror movie with the thuds and snarls behind him and never ending forest. He knows you're not supposed to look back but he does and... he isn't getting chased? Harrington, now fully transformed, has just slowly walked away and curled up. Whimpering.

It's so surprising Eddie slows to a jog, Steve reminding him less of a ferocious beast and more of a big dog that's all bark and no bite. The sensible part of him is screaming for him to keep running, but he's tired of running, his ribs hurt, and he wants to pet the big scary wolf. So he goes to pet the big scary wolf, almost immediately regretting when Steve snarls at him, opening one eye that's surprisingly the same honey brown.

But even more surprisingly, Steve stops snarling, nudging his head under Eddie's hand and closing his eyes once more like a dog. He's calm, just lying there. "Uh...good boy?" Eddie says, not sure if he should call Steve that in case he's still kind of human. He's never going to let Steve live this down. Steve "Good Boy" Harrington.

Okay maybe he shouldn't use that one in front of his friends. Bad idea. Very bad. Yup. Icky. He leans his back against the tree, Steve's head on his lap. It's kind of nice, Eddie struggling to stay awake as he literally cuddles a big ferocious beast. He's pretty sure Steve falls asleep at some point too, so he doesn't mind leaning back against the tree trunk and closing his eyes.

He knows he has Steve to protect him if anything happens. And he does, even if a bunny gets too close to Eddie as he sleeps Steve will snarl until it runs away, making sure not to wake the sleeping beauty he's laying his head on.

This won't go anywhere, Steve will make sure of it, but it's nice. And it'll be nice until morning comes, until Steve has to run away to find that little log he stuffed his bag of clothes in because he doesn't want to explain how his clothes ripped when he transformed. So, Eddie wakes up to nothing except a weird looking bug on his hand and a memory of soft fur that he really hopes was a weird ass dream.

Let me know if you want a part 2 and if so if you want to be tagged as well!! Also cut me some slack, this is my first serious fic ._. (little picture up top by me, pictures taken from pinterest)

PART 2!!! :D

[marshmallowprotection]

Can you please write a one shot on vet yoosung having to deal with a patient like this guy

"Dr. Kim, you should be warned, the patient today was listed as a bite warning."

"I'm sure we can handle him. He might just be anxious at the vet. It's no problem! I'll take it at his pace so he doesn't feel crowded. I'd hate to feel cornered when I don't feel good and I can't communicate why that is, too! Is it the mastiff from last time? He wasn't as bad as they'd claimed, you know! He just needed some belly rubs before he turned to butter."

"Dr. Kim, I'm starting to wonder if you're afraid of any animal at all!"

Yoosung chuckled. "No, no. Of course not. I don't have anything to be afraid of! Animals can sense your anxiety, you know. That's one of the first things I learned before I even got far into my studies. If you're as calm as you can be, they'll feel better about trusting you. It isn't clear cut and perfect, but it does make a difference in my experience."

"You might be surprised with this guy."

"C'mon, how bad can he be?"

The nurse nodded and went to wet the patient from the waiting room. It wasn't long before she turned with a crate that was filled with the howling and growling of a dog. Yoosung noticed that the nurse was wary, trembling as she went to the unlock the crate and free the beast from his cage, but he offered her his hands.

She took that offer in an instant and took a step back so he could do it.

A fraction of a second later, a Chihuahua burst out of the crate and began to bark at him in incredulous speed. He didn’t seem happy to be at the vet, that was for sure, but the rate at which his body was shaking was bound to make anyone assume he was filled with rage the likes of which no human had ever seen. 

Yoosung knew what most people assumed when they saw a yapping Chihuahua. They expected to see a dog that wouldn't stop trembling or howling in disgust. Frankly, a quick Noogle search would tell them that the reason why their dog was responding the way it was because they were overstimulated, overwhelmed, or cold.

They weren't filled with anger nine times out of ten.

He knew these animals weren't filled with rage, and it was sad that most people were afraid of them for that reason. He had to imagine that it would be frustrating to be a small dog, constantly poked and prodded as if you were nothing more than a toy, and anyone would angry after being treated that away—even if you didn't want to be. 

The Chihuahua yipped at him but Yoosung was patient. He took a seat in front of the dog and kept his hands to himself, seeing how long it might take his patient to get the barks out of his system with the space to do what he needed to do. He knew that wouldn't be all the comfort the dog needed to feel better, but it was a start, and he wasn't the type to rush an appointment if it wasn't an emergency to start with!

"Hey there," his voice was gentle as the dog continued to shake and tremble. "We've got plenty of time to figure out what's wrong, little guy. I won't poke and prod you until you establish your comfort level. I don't like going to the doctor, either, but the least I can do is make the trip less cold."

The growls continued. 

This wasn't his first rodeo with an animal that wasn't comfortable. But, this was assuredly the first time he interacted with a tiny dog that clearly hadn't had its boundaries respected. He knew what that felt like... and it wasn't fun to have his buttons pressed until he felt cornered!

Undeterred, Yoosung continued, "I would give you treats to help you feel a little more comfortable, but for us to run the test today, you can't have anything to eat. But, I promise if you let me take care of the scan, I'll give you something fresh to eat. Your owner said we could do anything to make sure it was comfortable for you if we could and I bet a plate of chicken will do the trick, huh, little guy?"

Quietly, he offered his hand to the Chihuahua. Most people would have expected the dog to bite them on impact, but he didn't let any fear show on his face. "Don't worry, I won't grab you without asking first."

He was somebody who took care of animals for a living, and he knew that showing fear over a bite or a scratch wasn't worth it. He could take it, and he would rather take it if it meant they trusted him fully instead of feeling like nobody listened to them. It took a moment, but the dog sniffed his hands, and the growling suddenly subsided with it. 

A smile appeared on Yoosung face as he let the dog nuzzle its face against his hand. "There we go, that's much better, huh? Let's get you taken care of so you can go home and eat to your hearts content all night long, hm?"

"Dr. Kim... how did you do that...?"

"Simple! I let them decide that I'm trustworthy on their own before I go poking around. They're just like you or me, you know? That's what I told you before. Patience helps."

[rollercoasterwords]

one and seven for the ask game!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

hi lia <3 <3

Have you pulled inspiration from media sources other than the property your fic is related to (a plot point from a TV show that has nothing to do with the characters/setting of the fic, a line from a book, etc.)? If so, for which story? Why did you find that media source compelling?

absolutely yes! i mean fic in particular is extremely derivative but honestly all writing is derivative...i am always pulling inspiration from other stories i've loved which have stuck w me <3 gonna focus on wfrau in particular just to avoid this answer getting too long + bc that's what i've been writing most recently but. i've pulled inspiration from the animorphs series bc there are lots of fun ethical dilemmas brought up throughout that stuck w me after reading it; a particular scene from the anime 'banana fish' influenced james's story, though i can't say much more abt that without risking spoilers for the anime...if you've seen it you'll probably know which scene it influence tho lol. the crypt ch was influenced by book 4 of the fablehaven series which i read growing up as a kid--i loved book 4 bc it involved the main characters going on a mission into this underground treasure vault and having to fight past different traps to deeper down...so fun <3 the idea to write a werewolf fighting ring au in the first place came from me remembering a book i'd read as a kid called 'the abused werewolf rescue group,' though i couldn't actually tell you anything abt the plot anymore...and i'm sure there are a thousand other bits & pieces of media that have been floating around in my brain as i've written but those r the main ones coming to mind rn!

7. Share a line or paragraph you’ve written that you don’t think will ever actually be posted in anything! (Or, if you don’t hoard cut sentences and passages like I do, share anything you want that has yet to see the light of day!)

ugh see i really should save my writing better...generally w the way i write i'm not usually cutting entire scenes but it has happened once or twice & i've just. deleted it...

i can share a snippet of a pandalily time war au that i wrote about 2 pages of like 2 years ago but don't think i'll ever return to/complete so it will likely never see the light of day...here u go:

The low chatter—that is something that does not change. Gather enough people into a room, call it a party, close your eyes and it could be 1992 in Los Angeles or 761 in Koumbi Saleh or 1674 in Beijing. Humans will buzz like insects no matter what time you put them in, forever and ever and ever. Sometimes Lily wishes that they still existed; she scrubs the thought from her hard drive before her programming reads it as a virus. Humans do exist, forever. One only has to choose the right time.

This time, she is drinking wine. She is wandering through bodies, smiling and feeling the way it shapes her face. She steps past the marble columns, onto the terrace, under the moonlight that kisses her eyelids so gently when she closes them. She can feel the light, you know. That’s something she can do.

“Red suits you.”

The person beside her is a woman, today, or something like it. She wears the same clothing, white sweep of cloth, though she’s never quite able to get the same softness. It drapes willowy, slow-moving, with fingers that gnarl like roots.

“I’m too tired to kill you tonight,” Lily says, biting through the Latin with her canines like rich meat. “Go somewhere else.”

The woman smiles, slow and creeping, a lichen on the bark of a tree.

“Another place?”

“Another time.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“I like the wine.”

She isn’t drinking any. She watches the cup in Lily’s hands. When Lily takes a sip, the woman’s tongue darts out to wet her lips, pink and human.

“They have wine later,” Lily tells her, “And before.”

“Not like here,” the woman says, “Not like tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“Tonight.”

“And what makes it different tonight?”

The woman smiles. She is standing so very close. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

fic writer ask game

[danieyells]

Romeo is so pathetic (affectionately) I can't take any of his threats seriously lmao.

He is just so... all bark, no bite, it makes me wanna be mean to him sooo bad. He will try to make money from almost anything, Taiga suggest butchering and selling Ritsu and he backs off. He chases Kaito with his shotgun... filled with nothing but smoke bombs, nothing (ghoul)damaging. His underlings dont care when he threatents to shove one of them under a truck for insurance.

Now, the nsfw thoughts. He is sounds just so whiny, it brings the sadist in me out. Like, he gives me the vibes that he would complain endlessly in bed. That its too slow, too fast, too little, too much... Tying him up and overstimulating him until he stops complaining and cries... He feels too prideful to beg, but one can dream.

Like, I get why Taiga likes him so much, he is just so biteable, probably sobs so prettily too.

I GET WHY YOU WOULD THINK THAT HIS THREATS ARE EMPTY maybe it's just my wishful thinking but i'd like him to be a threat lol. Like we know he has no problem locking up Kaito, so we know the 'strip you and put you in a cage' threat is legitimate. And surely people wouldn't be so loyal to him if he was all talk--although they may also be loyal because he runs the casino. And he can't really shoot you close range because his sniper is a glorified grenade launcher because, in his own words, he shoots bombs, not bullets. Like yeah he only brought smoke bombs that day--he wasn't going on a mission so why bring actual explosive rounds or something useful? And according to Taiga he does actually fire off his gun all the time, and it can't possibly only ever have smoke bombs in it.

Although since he ains to capture his targets alive they presumably aren't explosives that'll kill you. . .or at least they won't kill anomalies. Humans, however, are fragile.

"I shoot bombs, not bullets!" I think that is genuinely worse and more dangerous depending on the nature of the bomb, Romeo

But he hates getting his hands dirty--Taiga and their underlings are responsible for the hardcore messy stuff, he's content to snipe from the back and lead from the shadows. And even then he cringes away from when something bloody has to be done--just seeing Taiga kill and eat an anomaly made him cringe. On the other hand, there's a chance he doesn't want Taiga to go gutting anybody because they're already on probation and he knows about Article 78. The last thing he needs is for Taiga(or both of them!) to get imprisoned to make them money--there are other ways. No need to go to extremes before they have to.

And I think the Sinostra students did care about the threat! That's why the pc said they figured the casino would be open as usual--because everyone started working harder lol

BUT YEAH NO HE IS ABSOLUTELY A BITCHY PILLOW PRINCESS. I think he has the capacity to dom, he'd have to really like someone to let them be in control, but when he lets someone else on be in charge he is such a fuckin bitchy perfectionist. Complains so much you just wanna gag him or choke him til he shuts up. He'll complain about that too of course, but he might enjoy being put in his place. Taiga certainly doesn't bother with it.

Just a demanding brat. I don't think he'd cry easily but he'd definitely cry sooner than he begs unless he really, REALLY trusts you. And even then the natural response of tears might come first. Curse the absolute shit out of you, threaten you(mostly empty this time), but that means you're doing a good job. I bet he looks pretty when he cries too. Looks pretty, sounds pretty, and if you tell him how pretty he is even like that he gets all proud of himself because of course he's pretty. Do you know how hard it is to look pretty when you're getting choked and fucked raw? Not that he's putting on an act, he is just naturally pretty under all circumstances.

He is an absolute perfectionist and he wants things just how he wants them. And he will complain all throughout unless it's perfect. Ignore him, defy him, keep his mouth busy however you want, mock him--he'll complain when it's over too. About your performance, about being in pain or discomfort, about marks and mess. You really can't escape hearing him bitch and moan unless you've completely worn him out. And even then he might still have a few gasps and whines for you unless he is totally drained.

Unlike Taiga I don't think he's particularly masochistic but. . .I think he could get into it. As long as you have anomalous medicine on hand to clear up any bruises and aches you give him. Every single time he says "just this once" but he still lets you do it again and again. . . .

[sayakaskokofish]

EHEHEHE HELLO, ummmm umumumum can i request something like, randomly biting em, just a chomp? :DD (like in a fun way? Not anything sexual yes yes) for venti, aether and lumine, itto and yanfei? :DDDDD AHAHAHAH

And and i see 👀 you accept emoji anons, can i be ☃️anon eheheh 👉👈 (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Yes! Thank you for requesting ☃️Anon! Hope you like it! (Made it you biting them and super sorry about Yanfei's banner- It wouldn't focus)

🍃 when he feels you chomp on his arm he just looks at you.He thinks he's had to much to drink until the next day he wakes up and sees a bite bark on him 💀 so he teases asks you about it.

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He's a little shit though when it comes to asking you about it. So usually when he's drunk or in general y'all just bite each other and diluc just sighs knowing what he's gotta deal with 💀.

✨he feels you chomp down in his shoulder and immediately thinks it's paimon- just looks at you like this 👁️👄👁️ and proceeds to ask you why.

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He gets used to it but is a bit annoyed when paimon starts doing it too because no, you can not paimon. YOUR the emergency food. Not him 💀

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If you want to, he'll do it back but is nervous about hurting you since he's been bitten before and it hurt 💀 (headcanon or something- I've been bitten like 4 times by a HUMAN *cough* you know who you are- *cough*)

🪨 bold of you to assume he doesn't bite you! He does and he finds it funny when you do it. One chomp on him and he's laughing like a donkey💀.

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Bitch fr brags about you biting him to his gang, people, and the kids that best his ass. Everyone knows you bite him 💀. Kuki just stands there like 🧍 because she's been bitten by him too and knows what its like to be embarrassed 💀💀

✨She is uh,,, concerned to say the least... Its not everyday your bitten by a person. She mistakes you for an animal and then draws her basic ass beginner sword preparing to beat whatever goat just bit her. Turns out, it was you.

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So yeah, 😻👍 maybe don't try getting your ass beat by accident. Overall, id say she finds it alright, just don't go biting other people, she don't got mora for that shit 😰

🔥Bitch is probably unbothered. She deals with hutao so why are you different 💀. If you bite anyone else though.... Maybe not a good idea with a lawyer gf 😰🫵.

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Bro asks if your ass I hungry 💀😻. May or may not bite you bite, it depends. But maybe she'll playful bite your cheek affectionately 🤭😋

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Whenever she has clients, you gotta stay put. She can't trust you not to bite them low-key 😔

Sorry about the long wait on this! Thanks for requesting hope you like it!

[theangel-aziraphale]

*grabbie hands*

gimme the [REDACTED] story

I think Crowley won't forgive me for this one, but alas. The people want what they want!

So this was all the way back in the 18th century.

Crowley and I had made our ways to a small english village for work, nothing grand, just a minor miracle and the smallest demonic intervention. You can imagine my surprise when we realised that we were staying in the same lodgings! His room, just down the hall from mine!

Anyway, I digress. After work, we would visit a local tavern to discuss how our days went and have some downtime before eventually turning in. Pretending to be human so the locals weren't startled by our staying up all night to do... well, angelic or demonic things.

It was then we had the unfortunate luck to be approached by a gang of ruffians, saying they didn't like seeing "mollie boys" in their town. I knew what they meant, of course, and thought it'd be best if we just left with a quick miracle for them to forget about us so we could leave and head back to our rooms

Crowley, of course, had other plans.

With a scrape of his chair, he stands up and glares at the human in charge. I do remember the hairs on my corporation raising as I felt the static between them. The leader cowered away rather quickly and said all this nonsense about not wanting to start any trouble.

And that's when Crowley said: "If you don't like "mollie boysss" so much, why don't you fuck off and leave us alone then?"

I'm quite certain the chap saw Crowley's eyes then. They were close enough, and the tavern was rather brightly lit...

The leader took his squadron away rather quickly after that, saying we weren't worth the trouble after all.

Crowley was loathe to be praised about it. And I thought that would be the only instance we'd see of their horrendous manner.

But no. Now, this is where Crowley's acts of kindness come in.

On our way back to our lodgings, we saw that same gang again. Only this time, they were stalking some poor fellow off behind a house. At first, I thought perhaps we ought not get involved, free will, and all of that, and humans will do what they want outside of our gaze. But then they started chasing the poor boy!

Convinced they were not only going to bark, but bite the stranger we followed after them. Before they managed to hurt him, we stopped them all in time, frozen while we discussed what to do.

Now. This village was rather close to a bog. Not too deep, but it was deep enough that one would have a somewhat hard time getting out.

Crowley had suggested we send them there. Stuck and waist deep in muck, having to wait till someone passes by on the road to help them out.

I thought perhaps that was going easy on them.

In my... annoyance I commanded their attentions and spoke to them with all the grace and wrath I could muster.

"This night, you have done a disservice to God. In your hatred of your fellow man, you have forgotten to love him as your neighbour. To hate man is to hate God. You will think about this and you will weep. Till you can't anymore, and your eyes will sting with the pain that your hatred caused. Only when you repent will you be free of this misery. Only then, perhaps, God will accept you into their kingdom once more."

Really, it was an unnecessarily long speech. But I cannot help but monologue.

I sent them away with a miracle, their eyes already shedding tears when they saw my true form. Regrettably, I was so upset it had come out on its own.

Meanwhile, with the grace of... someone. Crowley woke up the human that had been targeted by the gang. Poor thing had been startled by the disappearance of the other humans, and Crowley had to make him calm with a soothing miracle.

It did help. The way he spoke to the fellow, whose name was Thomas, you'd have thought he was an angel.

We figured out where the poor thing lived, and we walked him home, learned about his life and his family.

Thomas was the sole carer of his elderly father, who can no longer walk or really take care of himself as he used to. His sister had skipped town to avoid the responsibility of it and had told Thomas their father hadn't deserved it. But the boy had only love in his heart, and we could see he had a difficult relationship with him. Of course, when humans are this sad about things, they tend to seek joy to make up for it. This is when he met Ben. It turns out he had been caught by the gang before, when he had been kissing Ben behind the stables just outside of town.

Of course, we pitied him, and Crowley, lovely demon that he is, gave him a rather hefty amount of money and told him to leave town one day. When he was ready to and when his father had passed on. There are places that are safe. They just need to be found.

I don't think Crowley was expecting the hug.

Needless to say, that was one of the many times Crowley's shown kindness to someone other than me. He likes to say he isn't, but don't let him fool you.

[negative-speedforce]

1, 3, 4, 7, 9 for Kayla and Jessi please

1. a song lyric that makes you think of them

When I'm alone, things are under control/When I'm alone, I can turn off the world/I try to escape but I can't lose my mind/That's why I can't live a conventional life/'Cause I'm happy being a loner (Happy Loner - MARINA)

My wrist, stop watchin', my neck is flossy/Make big deposits, my gloss is poppin'/You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it/I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it, yeah (7 Rings - Ariana Grande)

3. a song lyric to describe their family life

You don't know a thing at all/You don't know about the way I am when I am all alone/You don't even know/The way I care/The the way I've grown/You don't know about the way I love so deeply to my bones/You don't even know me (You Don't Even Know Me - Faouzia)

I reached for you, but you were gone/I knew I had to go back home/You searched the world for somethin' else/To make you feel like what we had/And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad (Wonderland - Taylor Swift)

4. a song lyric to describe their personality

I've made some mistakes, no, I'm not gonna lie/I've seen the world fall apart right in front of my eyes/I'm a victim of myself in disguise (Not Who We Were - Em Beihold)

I'll chew you up and I'll spit you out/'Cause that's what young love is all about/So pull me closer and kiss me hard/I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart (Bubblegum Bitch - MARINA)

7. a song lyric that would comfort them when they’re sad

But don't be scared of the dark/It's been less bite and more bark/Don't be scared of the end/Life always begins again/With the songs of nightingales (Call The Nightingale - Vian Isak, Juniper Vale)

I won't cry for you/I won't crucify the things you do, do, do/I won't cry for you/See, when you're gone, I'll still be Bloody Mary (Bloody Mary - Lady Gaga)

9. a song lyric to make them cry

And all the people say/You can't wake up, this is not a dream/You're part of a machine, you are not a human being/With your face all made up, living on a screen/Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline (Gasoline - Halsey)

Built a house made of glass/Won't let you close enough to see the cracks/'Cause I can't show weakness/If deception is an art form/You're looking at a fucking connoisseur (The Worst Betrayal - Beth Crowley)

[mmriesoftvat]

"I shouldn't be telling you this, but what you did for me today... I thought it was sweet of you." Was it the alcohol that was making him say such things? It probably was. Cyno was very much aware of his own body temperature rising, even against the faint cooling breeze from the open window of his personal living quarters inside the Akademiya. Maybe the green and pastel silks he was wearing loosely around his form were contributing to that effect too.

There was a part of him that thought his company shared part of the guilt too. Though for that he had no one to blame but himself.

"... It was rash. And sudden. And not at all proportional to the threat level we were dealing with..." He had to make a point still, flicking an admonishing sideglance at Kaminari, sitting with him on the window sill to look at the fireworks display outside. Cyno felt a smile surfacing on his face still, and he couldn't fight it. It was a good thing he was on a day off from his duties starting tonight. "... But it was sweet. Thank you."

Sweet isn't a word Kaminari would normally ascribe to himself, so hearing Cyno call him that more than once is jarring. The shock shows in the way Kami whips his head toward the General. "I didn't do it to be called sweet." The disdain is in his voice as he rises from his position.

Honestly, he isn't sure why he does the things he does for Cyno. It's certainly not a selfless act, Kami knows that much. But it's not entirely selfish either. There's some desire lurking just beneath his more logical rationalizing, some hidden motive to keep Cyno on a shelf for only Kami to admire. Keeping Cyno safe, yeah. Of course he needs to stay safe and healthy, it's for the people.

As he moves toward Cyno though, Kami can smell the alcohol on his breath. It's an unpleasant smell, but Kami can't judge, he'd do the same if his body would allow it. Unfortunately, alcohol is just another drink that tends to get in the way of other things that could be considered fun.

"Call me rash more often," Kami continues. "I think I like that more than sweet." He presses the palm of his hand to Cyno's chest, nudging him back a little. At this point, even Kami doesn't know what he's doing. The hidden desires in his brain are no longer so hidden, and he's acting on impulse now. It's so strange and foreign, so different from the other emotional extreme.

He's pushing Cyno back against the wall, hand running up and down the man's torso. "I'm definitely rash, and not at all rational. Consider me your own personal attack dog." He leans in, pressing his lips to Cyno's neck for a second, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. That steady thump has Kami's face heating up. "All bark, especially all bite."

"I could be rash right now. I want to be rash." It's not just possessiveness he's feeling. There's something else, a feeling Kami doesn't even begin to know how to understand. It's a very human sensation though, and it's one that irritates him all too much at the moment. It's rolling off of him in intense waves of desire, a longing to take Cyno for his own, and show the General exactly how Kami is really feeling inside. But...

Pulling back, his lips curl back in disgust for himself. Whatever this is, he can't deal with it when Cyno isn't in the proper mindset for it. It feels wrong, like somehow he's taking advantage. If they're going to do something, Kami can't bring himself to do it when one reeks of alcohol.

"But you're inebriated, and I'm not doing a thing until you're sober." His hand drops from Cyno's chest as he steps back. "Otherwise, it's all on you to take the initiative."

[goth-automaton]

Hi Kiki ❤️ ✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup? ✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites? and ❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

Ness, hi! 💜

✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup?

When it comes to fics, I'm capable of writing everywhere, at every situation, boring lectures included. But I feel the best at my desk, with my laptop, with music playing in the background. 💜

(When my laptop isn't glitching... Wtf is this machine's problem, why is it doing it now?!)

*reboots the system*

We good now? I hope so. Okay, moving on.

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

Hm... Hard to say tbh, I love all the comments I get... But this one

will always live in my head rent-free. XD It's from this fic.

This one

is also great, mainly because the commenter is pretty known in the fandom for doing absolutely crazy gore fanarts. The comment was posted under this fic.

I wanted to include a comment from @interstellarvacuumcleaner too, but I can't choose, all of them are so kind! 💜

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

Let's be honest, there is A LOT, from both published fics and WIPs. From published ones, I still think this one goes hard:

“Because I am the one, who decides about everything. An alpha and omega. Your god. Your owner. When I tell you to sit, you sit. When I tell you to bark, you bark. When I tell you to bite, you ask whom. Understood?” Xemnas’ tone was calm, but there was a hint of anger behind it."

Also, from another Febuwhump fic, part of the dialogue – I love, how omninous it turned out, especially in the context. (I recommend reading whole fic, I'm so madly proud of it, it's insane!):

“Remember: these things are just weapons. They’re not human. Not like Roxas and Naminé.”

And from WIPs... I know I've already shared these, but I still can't stop thinking about these gems from my current longfic in progress, "Obituary for the Innocence":

"The fact that, according to Sora, Sephiroth managed to almost drive his ex-husband into bankruptcy during their divorce didn’t help."

And a fragment of dialogue (I stg Marluxia has the best lines in this fic):

“And you have nothing to worry about. Sora knows these people. He’ll be safe. Besides, they’re all high schoolers. The worst that can happen is Sora getting totally shitfaced and someone drawing a sombrero-wearing dick on his forehead.”

Okay, one more line of dialogue, because it establishes this particular character perfectly, like, goddamn, Echidna is such a badass, I love her!

“GET OUT!!!” Echidna interrupted him. “Before I tear your fucking dick off and fuck you with it, understood?!”

Thank you! 💜

Fanfic Writer Ask Game.

[moth-the-rp-cryptic]

I want to do an overwatch rp with my oc

I'm willing to do a double up, ocxcc , ocxoc or just a fun story with no shipping!

Also ill ship My oc with any cc you are willing to play (I perfer roadhog, Ramattra, or junkrat. But ill take any chacter no matter the gender)

TW: abuse

Storyline:

Ace is a underground fighting "dog" a human that has been modified and basically torture to be a fighting "dog" for people's entertainment

One day he is found by (insert) and freed

The rp will follow him getting use to the outside world and living day to day

Also forming relationships something he never really did before

Idk I thought this could ge fun!

Dm me if you wanna try!

Charcter info

Name: ace oak (chosen name. Dead name deleted from everything)

Alias: muzzled mutt

Gender: male

Race: southern/ American

Appearance: every fluffy white hair, most the time coving eyes. Very pale skin and scary sharp teeth. A scars on the face and body from fighting

Personality: actually quite sweet, acts dumb, but actually isn't. He doesn't talk much; mostly just sits and watches people

DOB: ????????????

Height: 6'3"

Job: lab experiment/ fighting "dog"

Role: tank

Health Max:

Weapon: claws

Background/Bio: Ace was an experiment made by random nobodies to see if they could mix dna to create the perfect killer, ace is the perfect killer, stronger and faster. Much of Aces's years were spent in underground fighting, treated like an animal and forced to fight and kill others; junkrat was the one to find and free Ace. Ace doesn't really know what to do with his new freedom <can be edited this is just the original stroy

Ability 1: claw attack- will claw and cut at enemies

Ability 2 : tail whip- tail act like a whip and hits hard enough to throw people a little

Passive Ability : four-legged run- can run super

Ultimate Ability : feral rage- will rip off their muzzle and begin to attack and tear at people around them, causing "bleeding" out health for a few moments

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Quotes/Interactions:

" My bark Is ALOT worse than my bite, baby doll"

"Well, Ain't you as sweet as a rotten lemon"

"Sorry, but My job is to crush you like a can, so I will!"

"Touch my healer again, and I'm breaking your windpipe."

"I'm not violent, just passionate!"

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Junk: "Let's cause trouble!"

ace: "With pleasure firecracker."

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roadhog: laughter "Hey there."

Ace: "Aw fancy meeting you here sugar, don't worry, when I'm done il kiss your booboos better."

roadhog: "Over your dead body"

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Mercy: "Oh dear, why are they making you fight."

Ace: "I can't blame them; I'm the perfect killer. And got the scars to prove it."

Mercy: sigh

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Lifewever: "You aren't alone out there. Remember that."

Ace: "Thanks that means a lot to me, actally."

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Lucio: "hey! Ace any music request?!"

Ace: "Got any hyperpop?!"

Lucio: "hell yeah, I do."

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hello= hello there!

Thanks= thank you so much!

Sorry= fuck! I'm so sorry

I need healing= I'm sorry, but I'm low here

Ping enemy= we got a problem, guys!

With payload= im guarding the payload!

[febreze-bottle-without-febreze]

Ten Lines game♡

thanks for tagging me @konnorhasapen The rules are to post the first line of ten of your most recent fics and then tag ten people, but I'm pretty sure the people I usually tag have did this all already did this so I'll just tag a few @ezshifts @star-sheeps @annahhopee @soup-scope @gavinshorns @friendly-waffles sorry if you already been tagged

I hope the fics don't have to be finished because most of these aren't also don't mind the self promotion

GHOSTBUSTING{with the wolf boys}

“as much as I love staring into all of your eyes I think we should discuss why we're all here,” Asher said clapping his hands together

☆Popsicle☆

“hey Asher~” Tank sang wall biting into the popsicle which Milo cringed at “OH- h-Ey TaNk t-that's uh my….uh popsicle your eating” Asher said nervously “oh this popsicle” Tank said leaning down to be eye level with Ash “I don’t see your name on it” Tank said with a wolfish grin Ash laughed nervously “well I gotta go, see ya masher” Tank said waving over their shoulder. As soon as Tank was out of earshot “h-Ey TaNk” Milo bust out laughing mimicking Asher’s voice crack “shut up” Asher said shoving Milo “oh don’t get mad cat go your tongue are should I say wolf ”Milo laughed “oh you little-” Asher said putting Milo in a headlock David groaned walking throws them to pull them apart “would you two stop” David growled

Aggro's POV Of The Milo x Sweetheart Timeline

"They are back. My wolf came home, and was mad. But then he liked them. I do not want this human to stay, they are weird and annoying"

tastes like home

“Sweetheart, you’re cloaked again.” Milo grinned at the hovering pet, purring up a storm.

The Stealth reappeared feet first, a sheepish smile decorating their face. “Sorry. I got too excited.”

How To Manipulate Your Packmate Into Pursuing Self Care 

“Feels better, huh?” He barked at her for the first time, the sound deep and rough. She seemed surprised, but brushed the shock off easily. “You were so good. Such a good boy.”

If she had been anyone in the pack, she would have gotten bitten for that. As it was, Tank figured she had earned a pass. Aimee had put up with his stubborn fur and his uncomfortable staring for hours. The least he could do was not get mad at her for praising him. Besides, she was right. He was a good boy.

The 'Sunlight Thing' 

“Yeah, from me and Milo so we can get bad pictures of them.” Ash joined. 

I Would Beg To Disagree (But Begging Disagrees With Me) 

 "Last I checked we're not supposed to sleep with clients," was the very first thing Milo heard once he was within earshot. No good mornings, or where were yous. Milo probably would have even preferred a fuck you or an I'm gonna tell David you were late. But Darlin' just had to start in with the worst possible thing they could, didn't they? 

   "And last I checked we're not supposed to sleep with vampires either," Milo quipped, but they both knew he wasn't being serious. Everyone loved Sam. "But we just talked. So whatever shit Asher fed you was a lie." 

Freebound

 “Freelancer? Dude- why are you all wet??”

        They turned to him, panting heavily, “I was walking here from Damien’s place, and the Dahlia Spring decided to start chasing me, so I started running, but that made the water faster, so I jumped into your neighbor's pool to escape.”

        Huxley slowly approached the window, “holy shi- Freelancer, the entire street is flooded!”

        “I knowww,” they whined, “I’m sorry. I would clean it up but I’m afraid I’ll level the entire neighborhood.”

Here's to forever 

"God... tonight feels like a dream. C-Can I kiss you?" 

"Thought you'd never ask..." 

The heat between the Vampires begins to build up as the two lean closer. With half-lidded eyes, lips presses with the other. 

And then -

"Shit! Ow! Ow!" 

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Bright! M-My fangs got in the way! Shit, that looked bad. H-Hang on, I can heal you - 

Despite the blood lightly trickling down their chin, Bright Eyes can't help it. They laugh. The soft evening air, their heart that had become so much lighter and the fact that Freddy is panicking over something so silly cast a wonderful spell on them. 

If this marks the beginning of their brand new story, then Bright Eyes can't wait to see what eternity will bring for them. 

"Maybe we should google how Vampires, uh, kiss?" 

"Oh! Good idea, Freddy. Beats asking Sam or Vincent for tips." 

stupid cupid

“Mm-hmm,” you mumble, trying desperately not to look as flustered as you feel. Fuck, does everyone feel like this when they see their mates? Or is it just the effect Sam has on you? You’d better start cutting Milo some more slack for that dumb face he makes whenever his mate walks into the room.