#also scratching her head while she is in puppy form

[devilmeows]

the most important girl

[runnning-outof-time]

Cyril Needed A Friend | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - written for @look-at-the-soul ‘s 900 follower celebration

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy comes home from business to find that his family grew by one while he was away.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1174

A/N: congrats on hitting 900 followers, Mar! I hope you like what I did with this little story. I couldn’t resist adding Cyril in too. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you want to be tagged in stories similar to this one!

Tommy thanked the driver as he pulled the car around to the front door of his home. He grabbed his briefcase and opened the car's door, stepping out before looking up at the sound of nails scratching against the concrete. He immediately knew who that was, and upon looking up, he was greeted by the big, lovable lunk that was Cyril.

"Hello, Cyril," he greeted the dog, dropping his briefcase down to the ground so that he could bend down and use both of his hands to pet the dog.

"Dad!" the excited voice of his daughter, Ruby, made him look up from the dog and fix his eyes on the door of the house once more. There, he saw his daughter rushing out of the front door, something cradled in her arms, with his son, Charlie, following close behind. He could also see his wife, (Y/N), in the shadow of the doorway.

"Hey, Rubes. Hey, Charlie," he greeted both of the children, a smile on his face before he focused on what was in Ruby's arms, "what have you got there, Ruby?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised in intrigue.

"It's our new puppy, daddy!" Ruby happily exclaimed, moving closer to her father so that she could show him the dog that was nestled in her arms.

A look of surprise formed on Tommy's face, and he glanced up at (Y/N) then, seeing her leaning against the doorframe with an amused grin on her face. "Our new puppy?" he asked his daughter then, hoping he'd get some clarification. He knew nothing of this new addition to the family.

"Yes! We got him yesterday. His name is Pip and he's only a year old," Ruby gave some details of the dog as she thrusted it closer to his body. He could now see that the dog was mostly black, but had some brown on his underbelly and around his face.

"A Yorkshire Terrier?" Tommy questioned, wondering if he had his breeds correct. This dog was like the poster image for that breed though, so he was pretty sure that he wouldn't get it wrong.

"Yes, dad! How did you know?!" Ruby was thrilled by her father's answer.

"Lucky guess," Tommy grinned at his daughter, her excitement making his heart swell.

"Would you like to pet him, dad? He's super soft and he doesn't bite. I promise!" Ruby insisted.

"I hope he wouldn't bite," he commented on the second half of his daughter's statement, his words making her giggle. He smiled at Ruby before obliging her and petting the dog on the head. The pup, happy to be getting attention, pressed his head against Tommy's hand as he was being pet.

"Isn't he the sweetest?!" Ruby exclaimed, overjoyed that her father had given in and gave the dog a pet.

“He is,” Tommy appeased his daughter, hoping his smile stayed believable as his eyes found his wife’s again. She looked to be having the best time watching this interaction go down.

“Come on, Pip, let’s go inside!” Ruby exclaimed as she turned around on the gravel and made her way back to the door. Charlie, who was giving Cyril some love, stood and followed his sister, the bigger of the family’s two dogs moseying in behind them.

Tommy sent a wide eyed look to (Y/N) before he grabbed his briefcase and walked up the two, concrete steps so that he could get to where she was standing.

“Welcome back,” she greeted him, kissing his lips quickly before she pulled back to send a smile in his direction.

“When was the decision to get a second dog made?” he asked her, wanting to get the details of the new yorkie that he’d just met as soon as possible.

“A few days ago,” she responded nonchalantly, not seeing the entire situation as a big deal.

“And you didn’t think to consult me on it?”

“Oh stop treating this like it’s a matter of business, Tommy. It’s a bloody dog,” (Y/N) said to him, letting him know that he was making too big of a deal out of this, “the kids are always fighting over who gets to play with Cyril, who does not like the torture that he goes through, but he puts up with it, so I decided that they’ll have a dog each. Ruby picked this puppy out from the shelter. The workers said that he’d been there since he was a baby and that no one had shown any interest in him. We couldn’t not get him. And plus, Cyril seemed like he needed a friend…it was a win-win,” she happily gave him the run down of why she’d made this decision.

Tommy stayed silent for a few moments as he thought about what she’d said. (Y/N) looked at him expectantly, waiting for what he had to say in response. After those moments passed, Tommy let out a sigh of defeat. “How did she land on the name Pip?” he asked, switching the topic of conversation just slightly.

“Pip is short for Pipsqueak. Ruby chose that name because ‘he’s so tiny’,” she informed him, using their daughter’s exact words while explaining the decision behind the name that was chosen.

“That makes sense,” Tommy nodded, slowly but surely warming up to the idea of having a second dog around.

“He’s been really good with Cyril so far…they love each other already, I think,” (Y/N) smiled, thinking about earlier this morning when she found them curled up next to each other in the dog bed.

Tommy was about to respond, but he got cut off by Ruby, who was screaming to them from another room: “mum, Pip peed on the ground again!” Hearing this made Tommy’s eyes snap to his wife, his previous smile now gone. (Y/N) sent him a sheepish one in response.

“He may still need to work on being house trained,” she said, her words hesitant as she wondered how Tommy would respond to her statement.

He only sighed and shook his head, deciding that he’d finally head inside. Once he entered the foyer, he found Ruby, who was holding Pip with a frown on her face. “Can we please keep him, dad? I promise he won’t have any more accidents,” she said to him, using her best begging eyes.

Tommy looked at the dog and then back at his daughter. There really was no argument here. Only one answer was clear: “yes, love. We’ll keep him,” he assured her, his words making the biggest smile break out onto her features. She hugged the dog before hugging his legs in a thank you. He just patted her back softly before she ran off with the dog in her arms.

He knew one thing as he watched her run away: she couldn’t promise that he wouldn’t have anymore accidents in the house, but she damn sure would love that dog with everything she had. And who was Tommy to take that away from her?

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MASTERLIST

[muffinsin]

Also if it's not too much trouble, here's a request for whenever you can get to it ^^

Could you please write some more Daniela x werewolf gf (a/b/o)? Dani keeping them around and having them on a collar + leash 👀 Also loved all the licking from the first one so that would be appreciated as well. Thanks!

- simp anon

Hell yeah, some more Dani content! Let’s get into it :)! I’m not sure what other werewolf gf HCs I wrote, but I’d guess it’s somewhere in the masterlists if I wrote it, seeing as you mentioned a first post, hon🙌

Masterlists

You’re her precious little puppy, as she likes to playfully call you

Sometimes, your name is upgraded to her “big, scary wolf”. At other times, you’re simply her “pretty pup”

The way she went about courting you was- quite her style, simply put

She stumbled upon you in the forests outside the castle, injured, yet having slain yourself a deer

She watches for a while, her golden eyes flittering across your fur and large body stature

She knows, without doubt, you’re a werewolf. No varcaloc is built this way, and no lycan looks this pretty

As she watches you transform back into your human form as the sun rises, she nearly gasps in excitement

Daniela knows: she must have you

And have you, she did, and does

Dragged off to live at the castle, things could’ve gone a lot worse for you. Alas, you’re living comfortably

Kept mainly in her room, you somehow serve as her pet, you feel

Still, she appreciates you as both, the beast- as she likes to affectionately call your beastly form- and the human

From the first day of waking up in her room until today, you are made to wear a collar. A beautiful, burgundy one, with a dark green gemstone embedded at the front that so clearly marks you as hers

You have learned, especially in your early days at the castle, that there is no taking it off should she not permit it

And really, in time, you don’t see a reason to take it off

It’s a comfortable weight against your throat, and serves as a beautiful reminder that you are wholly hers

When transformed, you are to wear a larger, thicker collar, that usually comes with a leash that is attached when she is with you

Often, she insists on picnics out in the forest, and usually, you are made to carry the wooden basket by the handle in your mouth, your sharp teeth digging into it and a snarl, then a whimper, coming from you whenever the leash is tugged just slightly too hard

While being a rather playful predator, more entertained by toying with her prey than actually capturing it right away, she likes to take you on hunts with her

And really? You enjoy it immensely

Her sweet, loud giggle as she shows you off as hers, the big, bad werewolf appearance that never fails to pull a fearful expression from her prey

Sometimes, she demands you chase after the poor fools

At other times, she merely laughs, blows you a kiss, and excitedly swarms after them

In winter, she likes to warm up by sleeping on top or below you

Usually, this means curling up in your werewolf form in front of the fireplace and feeling her colder body curl up and cuddle into your fur, or curling up on top of her in your humane shape, your nose gently pressing into her neck as you sleep and share her bed

In the beginning, you were granted only a few pillows on the floor next to her bed

Nowadays, she usually allows you to sleep cuddled up or at the foot of her bed, surrounded by her scent and pillows

She likes to give you pats and scratches, whether you are transformed or not

Daniela enjoys doing this especially around your neck, ears, head and shoulders

In return, she likes when you kiss or lick down her neck and stomach

A secret desire of hers is to have you demonstrate your strength

Whether this is during hunts or at random doesn’t matter to her, yet it has her swoon every time

To have someone this powerful and strong; yet not compare to her own strength

Still, she relishes in the feeling of your strong arms when you help her out the tub or pick her up in the mornings

Often, she will outright ask you to lift her

At other times, she likes to let herself fall down into your arms. She knows you will catch her, after all

And at other times, Daniela will merely grow quiet and blush as you pick her up at random and she attempts to cool her warm face with her cold hands

During the day, she likes to take you hunting, cuddle together, kiss and share meals, tend to hobbies, or read stories either together, or have her read to you

During meals, your position varies based on your form

As a human, you are allowed to sit at the table, next to her, your leash tied around the table leg, your chair close to hers

When transformed, you are made to sit by her feet, sat on the floor, eating from a plate or bowl, collared and your leash held tightly in her unoccupied hand

Sometimes, she shoots you a loving smile and slips some more meat off her plate and onto yours

She insists, you look adorable, looking up at her in this form, she can’t help but slip you more food even as Alcina scolds her for it

When tending to hobbies, she likes to share all of hers with you, and indulge in yours

She likes to spend time with you as you tend to yours, or parallel play and focus on her in the meantime

In cases of tending to the garden, she often asks you to help her out in winter, when she stands longingly at the window, yet her heart swoons as she watches you remove the weeds for her and plant flowers when she can’t

And lastly, as it comes to reading, the loves nothing more than to cuddle up in your fur, warm and soft, and read to you

Usually, she lets you choose what story and book she picks up, should she not be in the mood for something specific already

In the end, both of you know, you’re hers, and she is yours

[veryblushyswitch]

💜 Raven & Beast Boy 💚 ~ (tickle headcanons) ~

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*Beast Boy is so fucking ticklish oh my gosh-

*When I tell you a poke to the side and he’s already giggling his head off. Raven finds it so adorable and hilarious.

*That doesn’t mean she’s immune to it though.

*Beat Boy is such a tickle monster and loves loves loves to tickle Raven. Not that she minds. Even though she would never admit that. 💜

*Okay ticklish Beast Boy time tho ✨

*He’s such a squirmer. Can’t stay still even if he wanted to. He’s just too sensitive.

*Raven will play the try not to move game with him and he will always fail. Especially if she goes for his ears.

*Something about his ears just makes him go ballistic.

*And his ticklishness can also transfer to his animal forms!

*His ears are always sensitive no matter what animal, but levels of ticklishness for different spots varies.

*Animals such as dogs and wolves are more sensitive to stomach rubs. (cliché I know, but too cute not to make a hc)

*Whereas other animals like monkeys have ticklish underarms, birds have ticklish wings, etc.

*Has definitely used his animal forms to escape and/or enact revenge against Raven.

*Nuzzling her neck as a puppy is one of his personal favorites 💖

*Raven is more on the giggly side. Beast Boy gets so flustered and doe eyed at her giggles. They’re so adorable and happy.

*If you get her shoulder blades or thighs tho- She’s laughing out loud and even letting out some snorts.

*BEAST BOY ADORES HER SNORTS 👏👏👏

*Raven always gets so embarrassed by them!! It’s also the only times she really blushes while being tickled.

*If Beast Boy kisses her neck while tickling her she’ll blush from that too tho. 🥰

*These two have tickle battles that last months.

*A single poke could intact a war that has one sneakily going after the other or one of them ambushing the other while they sleep.

*Beast Boy is feather ticklish while Raven isn’t, but Raven is much more susceptible to raspberries.

*I could see Beast Boy having a sensitive back too. Not super ticklish, but enough to make him squirm a little if Raven ever gets too close to his sides while scratching his back.

*Cuddly morning tickles for both of them 💖

*Raven is a night owl & Beast Boy is an early bird.

*Late night tickles for Beast Boy to help him go to sleep and wake up tickles for Raven.

*These two are so so cute and I loved reading the series so much. 💖

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crazy for this boy

Ness is taken aback by a pretty man entering the diner and maybe moves a bit too fast with him.

Also cross-posted on AO3!

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Ness was gay, which is a fact that is pretty much as old as time itself. Even with the year being 2000 and living in the state of Utah, he didn’t much try to hide it. That may have been the main reason why he was staring at the most beautiful man he’s ever seen in his life. Ness worked at a dinner called Sparky’s and he does meet a lot of pretty men who catch his eye but none quite like this one.

The man had the most intense hazel eyes, matted hair that was still somehow cute, and a gorgeous chiseled jaw with an endearing five o’clock shadow. Ness pouted internally when he saw him sit at a table that he wasn’t waiting. So before his coworker, Tara, could approach, he began to bribe her for the table. She gave him a knowing glance, letting him have it.

“Hi. Welcome to Sparky’s, sugar! What can I get you started with?” Ness rolled up to the table with confidence. It’s only when the man blushes that he realizes he let a pet name slip. “U-um, just a… water is fine.” Ness peered down at the stuttering man, smiling at the name tag on him reading “Mike”.

“Gotcha, Mike! Anything else? Lunch is the most important meal of the day after all.” Mike frowned at that. “Is it really lunchtime already? Damn it.” The sentences cause Ness to frown too. “Is everything okay?” He can’t help but ask, wanting to know more about the guy in front of him. “It’s none of your business.” Mike shook his head.

“I’ll be right back.” Ness says, an idea forming. He reported to his manager, Clyde, and explained that he would be going on his break now. Clyde nodded and Ness grabbed two waters on his way back out, one for Mike and one for him. The mentioned is taken aback when Ness comes and sits with him.

“I’m on my break so don’t worry,” Ness sipped his water, “but spill. You seem like you’ve got something worrying you and I want to help.” Mike furrowed his eyebrows. “I don’t even know you… Ness.” He said, glancing at the other’s name tag. “So?” Ness kept the conversation going, ignoring how his heart fluttered when Mike said his name.

Mike just sighed softly, drinking his water as well. “I guess… Um, I just can’t find a babysitter for my little sister for tonight. My usual one is sick and I really need to go to work.” Mike explained while he stirred his drink with his straw. “I can watch her!” Ness almost yelled, nearly spilling his own water.

The shorter blinked owlishly. “Seriously? Again, I don’t even know you.” He let go of his drink, staring at Ness, who just waved his hand. “The name’s Ness. And now you know me!” He smiled brightly, making Mike want to reciprocate it. “I’m free tonight and you need a sitter. I promise I’m not a serial killer or anything like that. Just a guy who wants to help a pretty boy like yourself.” Ness reached over the table, clasping Mike’s hand and looking into his eyes. The words and actions caused them both to blush and Ness quickly moved his hand away.

Mike sighed again, reaching back to scratch his neck. “I… I guess? I get paid tomorrow so I can pay you then. Just don’t hurt my sister or I’ll make you regret it.” Mike threatened Ness but all Ness saw was an adorably angry puppy. But he filed away that thought for later and nodded. “Don’t worry about paying me! This’ll just be my good deed for the day.” He reasoned.

The other didn’t argue, figuring it would be a losing battle to try to. Instead, Mike grabbed a napkin and a pen he kept in his work uniform. “Here’s my address and my um, my phone number.” He stuttered over his words, writing said things on the napkin.

Ness gave him a kind smile. “What time should I be over tonight?” Mike thought it over for a second. “7 works for me.” Ness nodded. “And 7 works for me too. My break should be about over but I’ll see you then, pretty boy.” Ness grabbed the napkin with one hand and the other took Mike’s hand again. Confidence filled him as he reached down and kissed the hand he held. Mike watched, flustered, as Ness then stood up and walked away.

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Ness turned up to the Schmidt’s house 10 minutes shy of seven o’clock. He was a bit nervous about meeting Abby for the first time and babysitting her so he tried to channel some of the confidence earlier.

But then he knocked on the door and Mike answered it shirtless and his attempts were thrown out the window. The shorter must have just gotten out the shower the way his hair was wet and a towel was wrapped around his waist. “Sorry about… this.” He motions to his chest. “Shower. Um, I told Abby about you. She might be shy…” Mike talked more than he ever had before and here Ness was, spacing out and practically drooling at the sight of Mike.

“Ness!” The mentioned blinked a few times, returning to the world of the living. “Y-yes!” He nearly shouted. “Are you okay?” Mike asked with furrowed brows. “Of course! Why do you ask?” Mike frowned. “You’re bleeding.” He pointed to his nose, indicating where the blood was coming from. Ness swiped a finger under his nose. He copied Mike’s frown when he saw blood on the finger.

“Let me get dressed and I’ll help you before I go to work. Don’t get blood on the floor!” The shirtless man left the room, his little sister taking his place. She stared at him knowingly and suddenly, Ness wanted to die right there and then.

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Hiiii!!! 1. i love your blog so much, im a really big MK fan and i literally didn’t know MK agere was a thing

2. can i request cg Kitana with a puppy regressor headcannons please?

3. i think ur headcannons are iconic and super accurate

-jack

Hii!!!

I'm so glad you enjoy it!! :D Whenever I enter a fandom, I like searching for any kind of Agere, and I decided I wanted to try and start one. :p

2. And of course you can!! <3 (really hoped you meant MK1 Kitana because that's what I did)

3. Really? �� That means so much, I always get worried that they're out of character (or I'm projecting too much)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Kitana w/ Puppy Regressor Hcs

💙 She loves puppy regressors!!

💙 She’d give you so many chin or head scratches!!!!

💙 ^ Not even when you do something good, she just likes giving you the attention

💙 If you like outside time, she’s take you out to the royal gardens to run around and play, to a more a private section so you can have more fun

💙 Many outside activities!! Rolling a ball around, tug-a-war, races!!

💙 Kitana’s a pretty good runner, but she’ll slow down, or make sure you always win so you two can go back inside and have some yummy ice cream

💙 Also more mellow activities, like rolling around on the blanket or the grass, taking a small nap outside, or having Kitana read a book to you while you try to grab at any butterfly that comes across your eye 

💙 ^ You have so far been unsuccessful at grabbing any :(

💙 If you like inside time more, that’s okay!! There are many fun activities to do still!!

💙 Kinetic sand, play dough, slime, a lot of fun little things she likes to try out (no, you can’t eat them, and you will get scolded if you try)

💙 Even puppies can serve time out, unfortunately :\

💙 Not long timeouts (and you can coax her to come over and cuddle you during your sentence) but your not leaving that corner

💙 No biting >:(

💙 It’s an absolute no-no, you can hurt someone

💙 In fact, Kitana would absolutely love to buy you some (safe) chew toys!!

💙 Whether it’s baby chew toys, or a chewie, or a stuffie made for chewing

💙 She just likes spoiling you, anything you want is yours

💙 She’d get you a custom made collar or choker!!!

💙 Your favorite color, maybe a cute design, a bell or whatever nickname you want on it!!

💙 If you need any kind of padding, she buys you literally everything you’d ever need

💙 Cute designs, mattress protection, whatever helps you feel comfy to use them

💙 Many treats, they’ve very easy to get form her

💙 Or, until she realizes that perhaps she’s giving you too many sweets and then you’ve gotta rely on your best puppy eyes (which most times don’t work) :(

💙 But if you continue to whine and mope about it . . . She’ll let you have more candy 😮‍💨

💙 But you’re having some apple slices or beef jerk or something after!! (she just wants you to be healthy, but she would never shame you if you were to over indulge or anything!!)

💙 Would joke about puppies not being allowed to have chocolate, but it’s only light teasing, she’d still give you some

💙 Will try to teach you ‘tricks’, like holding a treat on your nose (she’ll attempt to do it too, epic fail unfortunately, she’ll get it eventually)

💙 She’d let you sniff her hand before she pet you, or encourage any kind of ‘dog’ like behavior (as long as it’s not harmful)

💙 She’d make (human safe) kibble for you, or get things like beef jerky or Scooby Snakcs

💙 If you don’t like the ideas or chokers, she’ll make you a beaded necklace!!! Puppy themed too!!

💙 Light or baby blues (or whatever color you like), little paws and some puppy faces, your favorite nickname or your name spelled on it!!

💙 I think she’d just like making bracelets and necklaces and stuff for her friends :3

💙 She'd let you try to make some too!! And will tie the knot at the end so you can wear and show off your pretty bracelet

💙 Would be over joyed it you made her something!! (even if there's absolutely no theme or color coordination, just a bunch of pretty colors smashed together that looked pretty)

💙 I firmly believe she knows how to crochet, she’d totally make you some type of stuffie!!!

💙 Gets a little nervous about you crawling on all fours for too long, she doesn’t want your knees to go bad or for you to scrape them, especially outside :(

💙 She won’t stop you, but she’ll offer to carry you places instead, and will check your legs for no red spots or scrapes

💙 Design band aids!! Only the best for her little pup after all <3

💙 Don’t try running off if she’s not looking, she has a sixth sense that makes it able to know just when your about to move and will snatch you up (because she’s mean)

💙 She’ll give you so much attention and praise, there isn’t a second you ever feel unloved (and she knows when your down, it’s her personal mission to try and make you feel better)

💙 Will call you Puppy, Pup, Sweet Thing, Princess/Prince/Puppy Royal

💙 ^ Buttercup too!! (it feels like a puppy nickname, and it’s really cute)

💙 She’d encourage you to bark, and will try to bark with you

💙 But she’ll also have full on conversations with your barking, or blabbering, and will gasp and awe when you do it

💙 Is also very good at delivering different whines and barks, like the ‘I’m hungry, you’re starving me 🥺’ (she's not, you're being dramatic) and the ‘Ouchie!! Hit my paw against the bed!! . . . Now I must attack it >:(‘

💙 Finds it entertaining when you tell her that such and such was being mean, whether it was the bed or your stuffie

💙 She’ll tell your stuffie off for you, don’t you worry, they learns their lesson <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Kitana's cool, I like her. <3 (and I get to use the pretty baby blue banner!! :D)

The Gif I found was also so cute!! (And Sonya's in there <3 <3 <3)

[yandere-fics]

So you're now the darling of the wonderful Eliza. You might be asking, how do I become the most perfect darling for her? WELL GOOD NEWS. Thats why I'm here, this step by step guide will give you the information you need to be her best darling.

Step 1: Hunting and Cooking. She is absolutely going to provide foo for you by hunting down living things for you to flay and cook. You might have noticed I said living things and not animals, don't worry, we'll get to that. Anyway, you should always accept her hunting gifts like the puppy you are. Remember, waste nothing. She may also bring you things to cook for her, which she will absolutely love you to cook for her. She will also love it if you give her a list of things that need to be hunted, so do it.

Step 2: Cannibalism. I told you we'd get back to the "living things" part. She is not afraid to hunt people and eat them as she has 0 issues. She'll be especially elated if you eat with her, and I do mean the flesh of that person she just killed. Hell, do not be afraid to ask her to feed you it mouth to mouth, that just makes it hotter.

Step 3: Affection. Absolutely call her "Good Girl." or "Good Alpha" after every kill she gets. She not only will be absolutely in love with it, but if you give her head pats and ear scratches she will just melt into the cutest ball of fur you've ever seen. You should also ABSOLUTELY allow her to mark you with a bite to claim you as hers. Don't worry if her tail is wagging and she starts licking your face, that means she loves you.

Step 4: The Bedroom. You have found the fun times. I'm going to make a recommendation here, let her scent you as much as possible while she fucks you and absolutely while she is knotted. The more you two mix, the better. You can also make her VERY easily aroused by using the reward of getting to breed you every time she completes a good or extraordinary hunt. I'm serious, try it.

Step 5: Pups. Listen, she absolutely wants to get you pregnant, and you should let her. If you are on birth control, don't. Any and all forms of birth control can and will be destroyed or sabotaged. You are going to let her breed you. Now, when you are pregnant your breasts might ache due to the fullness, let Eliza handle giving you relief. As a good mother to her pups, you need to provide good milk and Eliza can make certain that the pups will grow strong and healthy by testing your milk herself. You should be asking for her to relieve you.

Step 6: Others. Make a list, I'm serious. You should be making a list of your exes, bullies, and anybody that has likely wronged you. In return, she will kill them for you, and you will turn their corpses into a 3 course meal. Maybe even turn them into breakfast lunch and dinner and eat them with her. Go ahead. Do it.

Step 7: Chase. You should absolutely tell her you want her to chase you. Don't forget to ask for a head start, because she is quite the hunter and will not only hunt and pin you down but will very likely want to fuck after catching you. Let her. You will let her. Give her a challenge when she chases you, she'll love it more.

Now its not the end, no. This is the final step for you to be the perfect darling for Kassien's and I's adopted daughter, Eliza. Let me tell you now, it is the most important step.

Step 8: Make her happy. Thats it. Don't even think about making her cry or hurting her. We are watching and we are more than willing to make sure you're her perfect darling ourselves. Eliza is our sweet darling and you should only ever make her happy and keep her happy. Be prepared to be introduced to us as we will want to meet her darling. So once again. Make. Her. Happy.

And that is the guide to being the best darling for Eliza. I hope you can make her the most happiest girl in the world, as she is just such a lovely thing. As long as you follow these steps, you'll be the best darling you can be.

-Written by Eliza's adoptive parents.

i giggled the whole time i read this, thank you.

[sonicasura]

Persona 5: Blast Tower Scramble

You can thank this post I stumbled upon for the further ramped up version of 'Peppino being P5 Joker's Dad. Going to get my hand on Antonblast once it comes out so there might be more whacky stuff. Enjoy.

This is similar to my original post but Peppino Spaghetti AND Anton Blast are Ren's parents. I won't go into details about how our boy is born other than it was unexpected with a side of cartoon nonsense. Universe figured might as drop a kid on them like a eldritch troll. Also considering Anton's design is partly based on Oni Masks, there is a personal headcanon that he has some Japanese heritage.

The two definitely had quite an interesting time when it came to raising Ren B(last) Spaghetti. Moles somehow joined the list of animal friends much to Anton's despair. Do know he was an exterminator at the time and the underground dwellers love to mess with him on the job.

Kid Ren said 'Too bad' so Anton has to be friendly to his son's three moles: Chomp, Scratch and A.B (short for Ankle Biter). Peppino was chuckling at the irony in the background cause his husband teased him about the rats/mice/raccoons. Maxxie, Anton's dog, doesn't really care much. Ren is like a Disney Princess but the kind who would sick his animal friends on someone.

Annie is the chaotic aunt to go with Gustavo's responsible uncle schtick. Half of the money in the swear jar is from her. (Anton makes up 38% while Peppino gets the remaining 12%.) She absolutely gave him a small hammer as a little kid and encourage him to whack his Pops Anton on the toes a few times. Or gave Ren enough sugar so he will torture his parents with a sugar rush later before babysitting time is up.

There is going to be further differences with Ren thanks to this change in parents. He looks the same as a human but in toon form, his skin is sheer lobster red. The group honestly thought Ren and his dad were Tengus for a hot second. Both are mischievously destructive after all.

I'm also in the group that supports Anton being demonic headcanon so guess whose half demon! Ren's demon nature had remained dormant for most his life as he never gotten into a situation to flare it awake. Well not for long thanks to Kaneshiro's Palace!

Ren was already feeling shitty and stressed at this point. The Palace of Avarice further eggs him on since Oni type Shadows are a common enemy throughout it so they are extra hostile in a territorial manner to him. Piggytron boss is what breaks the camel's back though.

Ren's demon form definitely takes after how Anton's is usually depicted. (Haven't made my design for him sadly. 🥲) Thick black fluffy fur covering his entire lower half alongside his upper arms, side burns to go along with his now long curly mane around the neck and go down the entire back. Goat hooves replacing his toes while his fingers are replaced for razor sharp claws.

Can't forget the Oni like fangs, serpent like tongue, long spade ending obsidian tail or black with yellow slit eyes. There are differences though as some of Ren's demon form take after Arséne/Satanael. Mainly two pairs of black feathery bat wings and large horns highlighted in glowing red fiery markings.

His friends than just obvious enemies freaked out while Ren is just screaming 'FINALLY' in his head. (The boy been trying to awaken it with some help from his four year old pink little hedgehog sister.) Other than being a 10 ft(human)/12 ft(toon) devil, Ren's personality remains mostly the same except for a touch of very affectionate puppy.

This form isn't restricted by the Velvet Room Contract as it hadn't been awake at the time. Poor Sojiro since Demon Ren is a pouncing hugger when he gets the zoomies and is HEAVY. He's also a cuddler with a steel grip so good luck with that.

Ren's demon heritage does give some credibility to his other world story. It isn't the toon part although Haru still believes him. Speaking of that, Anton wasn't happy either when Ren vanished.

How he disappears is a bit different from the original version. It been out of hatred by someone hates Peppino and Anton so malicious intent remains as the main motive. Ren still punches Shido's lights out alongside camping outside Leblanc.

Anton goes after Satan thinking he's responsible while Peppino is stuck dealing with the events of Pizza Tower. Both reunite at the final Palace in Royal and help beat up Ren's former councilor. Anton is bringing in his hammer from his new demolition job.

The Golden Pizza Cutter is joined with a Silver Hammer which summons the construction worker alongside his coworker Annie. Both are heavy hitters that prioritize in striking large groups and can shatter Physical resistances with their hammer/mace. The Thieves' Den also comes with an additional mode called Ballbreaker.

A combination of Anton's sewer adventure in Anton Ball and the game's Punchball Tournament mode. Though Pops is banned from both. He had a large problem in the past that took time to get rid of. Peppino rather not fix up his pizzeria and ban his husband again.

Anton was definitely ecstatic when he found out Ren gotten his demon form. The two absolutely roughhouse like that, often dragging a reluctant Arséne into the mayhem. It's usually done away from Peppino's Pizzeria as they rather not cause the pizza chef more trouble with repairs. Anton is a bad influence on the Phantom Thieves.

He indulges in the chaotic antics with Johanna, Zorro and Goemon usually reigning him in than just the teenagers. Anton absolutely let them join in on a few shifts at his job cause why not? Getting to wreck old abandoned buildings is a nice stress reliever for humans, half demons and Persona.

Plus he can give Ren his late Christmas present. Considering Anton uses a giant hammer while Annie has a mace, he thought his son deserved his own tool of destruction. Thus Ren becomes the proud owner to a anchor sized pickaxe! Good thing Brulo added an enchantment so he could wield it in his non-toon form.

Rip the Shadows when Ren brings out his new weapon. I don't know what's worse. Being stabbed by a knife, shot in the face, or bludgeon via giant pickaxe. Although all three can happen at the same knowing how much of a chaos agent Ren is.

Anton definitely took meeting the Persona a lot better than Peppino. If he isn't trying to cheat at Tycoon, then he indulges in an game of arm wrestling or pool. No tables were harmed when Anton went against Zorro. (Complete lie as they shattered one to splinters just like that one match with Peppino.)

He loves the insane things the Phantom Thieves get into. Anton got a translated replica of their Calling Cards and figurines from the Thieve's Den Palace Maker. He was over the moon when Futaba gave him a video recording about the time his son summoned a demon lord to kill a god on Christmas Eve.

Overall Anton ramps up the shenanigans into a chaotically explosive cocktail. Hope he doesn't overdo it as Sojiro won't hesitate to ban him from Leblanc. And Coffee Dad is armed with One Shot Medjed for extra incentive.

[lexa-griffins]

Does werewolf Clarke refuse to admit that she loves ear scratches and belly rubs from Lexa since she's just a giant puppy on the inside?

I wouldn't say she refuses to admit it, but it takes take her a while to fully accept that she really does enjoy them. And Lexa was never fully allowed to show affection either, so it's new for them both. I think it'd be less about Clarke admiting it and more about her thinking she's undeserving of it. Clarke has killed a lot of people in her werewolf craze, and the only reason she hasn't run away from Lexa is because they are mates, and Clarke wouldn't survive being away from her. So, accepting that affection takes a bit out of her.

But it very quickly becomes obvious that Clarke likes those. Either in werewolf form or human form, she really is just a giant puppy. Clarke loves looking up at starts with her head on Lexa's lap and Lexa loves how freaking cute she looks smiling when Lexa scratches her hear, and in her werewolf form, you have this massive wolf woman looking all ☺️☺️☺️ as her small himan gf scratches her hear hdjdjdkdkf (tail wagging too, just a happy pup!!). Also laying with her head in Lexa's chest while Lexa's finger scratch her scalp and ears??? She loves it! (Lexa's boob in her mouth sometimes, its comforting for her)

And even as a human, Clarke's stomach is soft and has a little fuzz over it, so Lexa really likes to pet and rub her stomach while they are cuddling. Lexa did it very absent-minded, but when she noticed it made Clarke relax and sigh happily, she started doing it more and nozzling her head in Clarke's neck too, and Clarke would immediately pull her closer 🥰

[dearlymrme]

Gotta Catch Them... (Secondo)

Summary: The headcanons nobody asked for that I'm gonna do anyway. What are the Papa's Pokémon?

I threw in this little bit. Every Papa has what can be called their 'mascot' Pokémon. The one present in all the interviews and magazine covers, and making stage appearances. Their starters are not necessarily their mascots, simply which on their team best represents them.

Also, every Papa has become a Papa in more way than one. In an effort to better prepare them for progeny, they are given an egg that hatches into a pre-evolved form. Can't let his Prime Mover do all the work. It's also to instill this idea of paternity as more than just status to the members of the church.

What happened to Papa's Pokémon after their death? The rumors are they were donated to the Clergy or simply just released. They could be sitting on a shelf in the crypt with their respective Papa's bodies. I can tell you one thing. They all put up a fight.

Secondo was an actual trainer in his youth and battled often. He keeps his Houndoom out as a companion. Catch him scratching the beast behind his horns once in a while, and much like Secondo, this tough look bastard melts into a big puppy. Both Sneazler and Salazzel like to stay out of their Pokeballs, but to avoid a fight, only one is allowed out at a time.

Starter. Secondo found this scrappy dog as a lad and decided as soon as he saw his bared teeth and rough personality that he was going to be his best friend. Secondo had to earn its loyalty, but after a lot of stubbornness and sausages snuck out from breakfast, he managed to befriend the beast. It was a long process, however, that often ended with Secondo getting lit on fire or bit. Secondo found him one day licking serious wounds from a fight. What kind of fight? Obviously, one it nearly didn't escape from. He nursed it back to health, and that finally won over the pooch. Catch this hound now evolved, sitting at his feet as an unmoving protector. On the day of Secondo's murder, scorch marks can be found against the walls outside of Secondo's door.

Secondo thought the Salandit male at first, and it quickly corrected him with a tail slap to the face. She seemed perfectly timed her evolution with his rise to fame as well. She is a sassy queen and aptly named. She gets very jealous when he hits on women. Loves to rub her scent on him, as though that's going to stop the girls from finding him attractive. Instead, it just made him sick the first few times, and now he's built up a tolerance to the poison. Now all it does is make him smell nice...and make women all the more attracted.

Another sassy queen. She and Salazzle butt heads often. As a Sneasle, she liked to tear upholstery. After evolving, that habit grew extreme, and she was since banished to the forest behind the Abbey. She has a favorite tree that is steadily working its way into a toothpick. She would often get in fights with Primo's Trevenant, but they seem to have come to an understanding that she is allowed her one tree if she breaks any of the Murkrow nests she spots. It's a losing battle, though.

Toxel was a very difficult 'child' and often threw tantrums for attention, intentionally making it hard for Secondo because of how much he fumbled into the role of 'father'. He did his best, well enough as Toxel evolved and the Pokémon has since mellowed out. It often chills near the fountain, strumming its belly and drawing a crowd of those siblings Pokémon that roam.

A sparring buddy for when Secondo needs to let out pent up aggression and wants to train. Alongside Hitmonchan, he keeps Secondo in shape.

Alongside Hitmonlee, he keeps Secondo fit and on his toes in a fight. Both Hitmonlee and Hitmonchan are constantly disciplined for destroying the sandbags. They can't help it, though. When being held, Secondo likes to enter them into tournaments.

[unboundtravels]

SHORT TRIPS; UNBOUNDNOVEMBER 20/23: SUNRISE

A post regenerated (Looney) Doctor enters The TARDIS after a trying ordeal. Inside, he attempts to situate himself after the change concludes.

She stands there on the corner of an empty street. The sunlight bakes her wood, causing her to have an aged, rustic look. Her blue has faded into a darker color. She's decided she wants to wear an aged, faded look. Her windows were a pale yellow, her text and lamp scratched and worn. Despite her rustic appearance, she's still the most beautiful thing he's ever laid his eyes on. 

He's still wearing another man's clothes. Now he's maybe a few inches shorter, though. He's holding a thick cotton black coat, wearing a baggy faded sweatshirt and loose trousers. He'd already kicked the boots off a while ago. His skin was lit with a blush, his cheeks dotted with the odd freckle here and there. His eyes were bright and brow and his hair was long, wavy, and brown. He hadn't had the time to change because he'd been forced to wake up prematurely and attend to some planet-saving business. That was done now.

"I like your new look, old girl." He compliments, before fishing out the key and pushing the door open. Once inside, he was bathed in a warm, aquamarine glow. His eyes take in the circular shape of the new console room. "Oh," He cooed, "I really like your new look." He moved to step up the raised platform, hands tracing the rusted railing before he stepped up onto the first of two raised platforms leading to the console. He's impressed by the organic pillars and the wall-mounted platform. The TARDIS felt very mechanical in this form, with a splash of patchwork to make her feel more handbuilt. That made the connection between himself and her more intimate in that regard, he thought. It felt like she wanted to feel pride in him. Switches felt placed in familiar positions that made it feel like he himself had constructed the craft.

The rotor was pretty. The crown jewel of the console room. Steeped in a blue glow that gave it a beautiful contrast with the amber walls. The loose cables were a lovely touch, while also feeling needed. More powerlines indicated increased power. He draped the coat of his previous incarnation over the hydraulic raised car seat near the back of the console. He stepped toward the console, his hands clicking and twisting various switches that seemed to prime the engines and the console. He exhaled, "Ohoho... I know I hear ya, I hear ya." He replies to the purr of the TARDIS engines. She's ready to take off. Before he can even begin priming the engines for take-off fully— he moves to step away from the raised platform, down through a small hatch-like door leading into the corridors.

The Wardrobe was a multiple floors, with a rotational staircase leading up to the rest of the floors. He climbed up it immediately, heading toward the top floor. He intended to work his way down, and on his way up he began removing the rest of his previous selves clothes. On the top floor, he started with pants. He grabbed a tight pair of black jeans and socks. On his way down he grabbed a black T-shirt and a pair of sneakers, high tops. Near the final floor, he grabbed a green cargo jacket and a messenger bag. By the time he reached a mirror, he was more confident in his appearance. His hands were in his jacket, but the messenger bag helped his look appear firmer, tighter.

With his new look, he moved to click various switches that warmed up the engine. A buzzing on the console attracted his attention. The console deposited a Sonic Screwdriver, the latest model. Retrofitted with all the current upgrades and a little extra. The Doctor squealed excitedly, "Oh! A new one~" He grinned delightfully, like an excited, manic puppy. It was copper, with bits of silver. It's bulb was green. Holding it by the quartz handle, The Doctor aimed it. The button was housed in a black leather midsection. The bulb glowed an emerald green. He tossed the Sonic Screwdriver, letting it spin before he caught it again and slid it inside his inner breast pocket. "Thank you, sexy~" He winked at the console before standing away.

"We've got so many places to go... So many stars to see." He grinned brightly, that light in his eyes seemed restored. A light that had once been gone seemed rejuvenated, restored. He was eager, ready. He waited though, at the front doors. He leaned against it, the console. Perpetually caught in silence as he waited for his friend. Despite it all... 

He'd still rather head off with someone, than no one. And she'd endured so much.

She deserved a few more trips.

[sanloss]

Alright, but consider this:

Rex also got bit by the werewolf. And Ahsoka has no fucking clue. (It happened during her exile)

Rex: Find Fives

Ahsoka: What?

Rex: *Turns into Wolf*

Ahsoka: ohshitfuck- *starts running away*

And then we have two options: Reasonable, and Pure Crack.

Reasonable:

Things go the same as they did in canon, only Ahsoka doesn't need to trick Rex into the medical chamber to remove his chip- she only needs to kick his ass into it. They try the "She's not a jedi anymore" thing, it doesn't work, etc etc, Ahsoka gets to dig a mass grave and thousands of SW fans everywhere get to cry their hearts out.

Crack:

The troopers on the bridge start shooting Ahsoka, and Rex's big brother/papa wolf instincts go mental, and he bites one of them.

Cue Wolf!Jesse staring at Wolf!Rex like:

*In Wolf*

Jesse: What the kriff?

Rex: All of the 501st has chips in their heads.

Jesse: !?!

Rex: The chips make us follow orders. Our orders are to kill Ahsoka.

Jesse: !!!

Rex: But Wolves don't follow orders.

Jesse: ... I see...

(And the reason why they aren't getting shot at is because Werewolf Fur is very resistant to blaster bolts + the Chipped Clones not really knowing what to do about them? Cause like, they're wolves- and wolves can't really be expected to follow orders- so are they traitors?)

The two of them go on a biting spree, turning the entire ship into werewolves. Ahsoka and Maul are very confused.

Maul: Did you know they could do that!?!

Ahsoka: I'm as surprised as you are-

*a single wolf takes down 12 clones without a scratch*

Maul: Would you like a truce?

Ahsoka: Truce.

Once the entire ship has been sufficiently fluffy-fied, the two no-longer-affiliated force users approach. Through various charades, mimicry, and one shiny- now called Paws- discovering that werewolf paws are dexterous enough to write with on whiteboard, a plan to de-chip Ahsoka's portion of the 501st is formed:

One of the clones (in wolf form) gets in the tube, and two wolves lay down on him. After they transform back into humans, Maul holds one arm still enough to let Ahsoka (and eventually, a medic) inject them with a sedative while they get their chip removed.

Since Ahsoka didn't need to free Maul as a distraction, the Hyperdrive is fine.

They get to Coruscant just in time to hear Palps go "I'M THE EMPEROR NOW!"

Maul goes :< but they rush to the Temple anyways- he can't resist the puppy dog eyes (not all the clones got de-chipped yet, but they need to go save the younglings now.

(Also, because I'm not a heartless monster, Liberty dies during the assault on the temple, not after.)

The rest of the 501st gets turned by Ahsoka's party, while Maul and Ahsoka attack Anakin. Rex goes to get Padme- and turn most of the Corrie Guard- to get her to stop Ani from killing everyone.

Rex: Girl, come get your husband, he's committing war crimes.

Padme: WTF?

Rex: He's about to kill children

Padme: D:

So they go to the temple. Ani gets slapped upside the head (before or after killing younglings, depends on how evil you want to be) and gets dragged to the healers by 20 different werewolves with familiar markings (The Werewolf!Clones have markings like their helmets).

The Younglings all latch onto the Fluffy Saviors, and a whole bunch of them now think Maul is the coolest guy ever. The Crechemasters sigh and get the Fluffiest clones to guard Maul.

Maul has no idea what to do with the attention.

Bail and the Boys + Fluffy Cody show up, and get very confused.

Bail: Where did all these dogs come from?

Ahsoka: ...Therapy dogs?

Yoda: *looking at the newfound Light coming from Maul* Legit, this seems.

They go kill Palpatine- by "They", I also mean the hundreds of Werewolf!Clones. Maul gets the killing blow, along with Wolf!Fox. This is televised, and All The Younglings now think that Maul is the Coolest Thing Ever.

Palpatine's empire is dead before it can really even begin. The Purge is incomplete- While a lot of Jedi did die, the Younglings, Crechemasters, and a lot of the Corps survived.

Anakin gets kicked out of the order, but seeing as he had been manipulated by Palpatine since he was nine, he was given quite a lot of leniencies. That, and he never actually killed any younglings.

He gets to be Padme's House Husband and take care of his children.

Ahsoka, Maul, and Rex all get the Republic version of a Purple Heart. Maul gets to be the Coolest Guy Ever with the Younglings.

Cody gets bitten by a werewolf sometime during the war, and can transform at will with no full moon requirement, effectively becoming himself as a very large dog

he and Obi-Wan conspire to keep this fact hidden, as they're very aware of the danger of the Kaminoans finding out and disappearing him into their labs

when Order 66 goes out, Cody has a split second to fight it

and, well. wolves aren't exactly good soldiers, and you can only sort of expect them to follow orders.

transformed, Cody runs straight to the General, but when he gets there, he realizes that he can't actually warn him of the danger, because he can't transform back to explain without the Order taking hold

but he can whine sadly and pull on Obi-Wan's ridiculous sleeves with his teeth until Obi-Wan gets the hint and lets him lead him away to safety in a stolen ship

they make the rendezvous with Bail and Yoda

(Bail: what's with the dog Obi-Wan?

Obi-Wan, sweating: it's, um, a service dog

Yoda: ...fake, that sounds, but okay)

and then Cody and Obi-Wan make the trip to the Temple to disable the beacon, with Cody fighting off his brothers as nonlethally as he can while Obi-Wan does his best to follow his lead

after they find the evidence of Anakin's betrayal and receive Yoda's assignment, Obi-Wan sobs into Cody's fur the whole flight to Padme's apartment, and then silently the whole flight out to Mustafar hidden aboard her ship

while Obi-Wan is busy fighting with Vader, Cody manages to drag Padme's unconscious body back aboard her ship, then sneaks back closer to the fighting just in time to see the end of the duel

(if he waits to act until Obi-Wan is just far enough to not notice when Anakin's screams cut out, well, that's his own business)

he follows Obi-Wan back to the ship and drapes himself across the man's lap the whole way to Polis Massa

after Padme's death and her children's birth, Cody demands that they keep at least one of the babies

(look at his puppy dog eyes. how can you so cruelly deprive him of tubies like this.)

so Luke grows up with his Uncle Ben and their very strange, very large dog, Cody

when they end up on the Death Star nearly two decades later, Cody materializes from wherever he'd been lurking on the station just in time to drag Obi-Wan to safety during his duel with the Grand Inquisitor

as soon as their bedraggled group arrives on Yavin, Rex shows up to eagerly greet his former General; Cody, while thrilled to see his brother alive, starts viciously growling at him as he approaches: he might not understand in detail how the chips work, but he knows what he experienced that day, and he's seen what his brothers have done since then

Obi-Wan explains the situation to the man from the Cody-approved distance of half the hangar away, how Cody transformed one day and has refused to turn back since, and Rex immediately expresses his confusion, asking if they haven't removed Cody's chip

(Cody: I assure you, I did NOT let anyone microchip me!)

following Rex's explanation, Cody rushes them all to the medbay to undergo surgery, leaving Obi-Wan to explain to Luke how their 'dog' is actually his other Uncle

while Obi-Wan and Cody are distracted desperately making out with each other in the medbay, Luke sneaks off to destroy the Death Star, setting them up to all live happily ever after

[random111sposts]

What do you guys think of this? (This is a small sample of a story I've been working on. Idk if I should practice Show, Don't Tell more so tell me what you guys think)

“Thank god, they left!” A girl screams with an exasperated sigh and a smile as the others give hardy laughs in response.

“Ain’t that right, Monki?” A smile with eyes on the man in question.

“Huh?” He blurts out the minute his name is called.

“You must be happy about the fact that you don’t have to baby that brat anymore like a mother.”

Chuckles followed by a few snorts and wheezes.

Some are a bit quieter than others, or perhaps more forced than others would be a more appropriate description. Especially since the strainers seem to be looking at others before joining in on the laughs.

Like puppies looking for approval or permission from their owners.

“What? No, they’re not that bad.” For some reason, Monki’s voice fades slightly with his strained smile.

The person’s eyes widen as they tilt their head more at Monki, a slight grin starts to form as they talk with their eyes remaining wide, “You sure? You’re telling me you never got annoyed with Alex’s bullshit whining and shit? How they kept getting other people in trouble?”

“Well, that is true.” Monki chuckles.

Lying doesn’t come easy for him, but he usually succeeds. The others don’t seem to notice the strain in his voice and laughs, nor how heavy his cheeks feel when he attempts to smile it all away.

They don’t even notice how Monki jolts when the others grab him into a side-hug of camaraderie as they assume him to be in agreement with words he himself despises.

They rub his arm like siblings do when they are especially proud.

Siblings…

Didn’t Monki and Alex consider each other as sworn siblings? Not biological by any sense. But the bond was cherished enough for Alex to suggest the two arrange for an adoption or something similar to be able to make each other an actual family.

Right?

“See yah, Monki. If ever you wanna vent about your troubles with Alex when they were still here, you know where to find us.”

“Yeah, thanks guys.” He smiles with a wave as he walks away with Melissa.

She also smiles at the group, though not as wide as Monki’s.

The minute they enter their chambers, however, Monki’s somber demeanor is evident. Almost like someone got their caked up make-up removed in an instant. Like the mask has been forcibly torn away in seconds and all that’s left are the scratches and splotches from improper removal.

Melissa doesn’t react with surprise though, she just gives him a look with soft eyes and lowered lips. She thinks for a moment then lowers her gaze, the two of them just going around the house, tending to the dogs, almost like robots on pilot mode.

Melissa wants to speak, wants to ask, wants to console. But she says nothing. It seems her fear of worsening the situation is taking the better of her like usual. So she just gives him space, she gives him time.

Does he need time? Does he want time?

She gives it, anyhow.

She walks towards the sink and starts working on the dishes. Normally Monki would insist that Melissa rest while he takes care of the chores, and he does exactly that.

But it takes a little longer than usual for him to notice Melissa at the sink.

“Melissa, it’s okay. You don’t have to, I’ll do the dishes. You get rest now, it’s late.”

Melissa turns her head to look behind her, a bit uncomfortable by the strain it causes on her neck and shoulders.

“But, you always do the dishes. And you don’t seem okay today.”

“I am okay, I just…” He goes closer to Melissa, but stays focused at the sink.

“Just let me do it, please.”

“Monki-”

“Melissa, please.”

“Monki!”

“Melissa!”

They both stop, eyes widened with lips parted at an almost perfect synchronization. They stare for a moment before Monki looks away, Melissa remains gazing at him though. Her eyes remain wide, a bit shaky. Almost like a glass of water that was about to spill for a moment.

Her eyebrows shake slightly, as if unsure if they wanna lower themselves or tilt upwards.

“Fine.” Her eyebrows decide to bend low as her eyelids do the same, her teeth grit slightly as she stomps away.

Despite her frown, her eyes seem to be gathering some tears for some reason as she leaves.

Same with Monki, his eyes share the same signs of annoyance and tiredness, yet the way his lips move slightly and his eyes soften seem to suggest guilt of some kind.

Should he apologize? Or give space?

Does she need space? Does he want space?

He gives it, anyhow.

[shimmerbeasts]

💑 (obviously not a Romantic ship for wyll and mizora but still) @faerunscursed

Things I like about the ship/dynamic||Accepting.

Before I start gushing people's ears off, I will reiterate what this ask says because I wanna get ahead of that guy in the comments. While this meme speaks of romantic ships, Wyll/Mizora in the context of this ask will be treated more on a platonic or maybe even familial angle. However, let's be real: those terms do not cover what we like about this.

First of all, Mizora and Wyll scratch a very specific type of itch for me when it comes to character dynamics. That is the idea of drawing on a darker power, learning something from that power and also being weirdly, chosen by that power. Not in the sense of "I wanna take over the world", but more in the sense of "I care for you in a non-conventional way because my moral compass/being differs from yours." Warlocks very much provide and cater to that fantasy, which is why I like playing them in BG3.

While Mizora and Wyll obviously cover that dynamic/fantasy more than enough, it is specifically the way, we crafted that dynamic, which I adore so much. It is this perfect blend of wholesome, twisted, dark and somehow messed up. It has these softer elements provided through Mizora in her role as Wyll's mentor and mother figure - again, she constantly touches his body with her wings, offers words of encouragement, etc -, but at the same time, we also have a similar softness coming from Wyll. He has this trust in her, which really goes beyond what should be considered normal. And I love how the party is concerned by this dynamic because they do not know the circumstances, which created it. They are outsiders, looking in on this, and I love the dichotomy provided by that.

Then, of course, there is the possessive ownership aspect. I love how protective Mizora is over Wyll to the point, that she will kill others for getting too close in her perception. But what I especially love, is that despite having those clear sexualised markers, taken from the game or associated with for example possessiveness, our dynamic has this incredibly intense and tight bond WITHOUT ANY OF THOSE SEXUAL UNDERTONES!

I love how you can tell that Wyll and Mizora share this incredibly deep and tight bond, born out of a really dark and messed-up history, and yet it surpasses romantic or sexual readings basically. Like I freaking love how we took the whole "Puppy/Pup/Pupster" etc. spiel and turned it into something literal. I love how these words signalise that Mizora regards Wyll as inexperienced and needing to learn a lot as a hunting dog. I love how we discussed not just what happens after Wyll dies but also how he dies.

I honestly do not know what is more metal: Wyll dying because he protects Baldur's Gate from the Cult of Tiamat/an actually summoned avatar of Tiamat one last time or the fact that he becomes a haraknin after his death and thus ends up almost immortalising his service towards Mizora. He started out as a monster hunter and he became her faithful and focused hunting dog, even beyond the grave.

What makes it even crazier, is that Wyll is fully aware of Mizora's darker nature and actively engages with it. Not only is he chill with becoming a haraknin or hound, but also he knows of her whole head eating habit. I still cannot get over how you decided how he brought her the heads of his kills and how becoming a devil was like the best thing that happened to him. Again, their twisted loyalty and affection towards each other is just one of the coolest aspects of them ever.

We even found a way to make the sex scene make sense in our dynamic, which is a feat in and of itself. I think what I love so much is how Mizora and Wyll have each other's backs and fully support and defend each other. You genuinely get the feeling that they worked together for seven years and they have a history and formed a bond over that history. Yet at the same time, Mizora never once sacrificed her devilish nature, even with the deep care she feels for Wyll. Their dynamic is as imbalanced as it is in game in terms of who has control, and yet at the same time, you are not surprised that Wyll never once considers breaking his contract. Moreover, you can tell that Mizora earned Wyll's trust and with how she handles things, she has his complete loyalty. And the worst/best part is: You get why they are so loyal to one another. It completely derails the whole game premise of Wyll has to be freed from his contract.

Because you look at them and you go "No, he does not. He is right where he belongs and he is happy."

[myinnerstorms]

⊱ Calix; the wraith

Milos is home of many different beings both mortal and immortal. Dante grew up there with his mom until her short life came to it's natural end, leaving the demi-god on this earth with no known family. Except Calix.

Dante met Calix in the middle of the night and he scared the lightning out of him. Literally. He was barely seventeen, hanging out at one of the piers, watching the clouds move through the evening sky, their grey wisps inching along, revealing some stars beneath their opaque cover.

"Lovely evening, isn't it?"

Dante, who was mindlessly creating small zaps between his thumb and forefinger, shot a bolt towards the shadow. The shadow had dodged effortlessly and popped up a little closer.

"Relax, Sparky. I'm harmless." The young man approached and one would think he would be visible once he stepped out into the dully lit pier but he was still shrouded by shadow.

"Wraith."

"Good observation. But I do prefer Calix, my actual name not what I am."

Dante watched as the shadow sat near him, eyes red and focused on him. It made him uncomfortable, but he couldn't help but feel like it's okay to trust him. There was no negative energy coming off Calix. "Dante."

The silence was deafening, but also kind of relaxing to be honest. He often found solace in silence especially with constant flow of powerful magic in him that sometimes felt deafening. Being half human had it's downsides and the force of his father's gifts felt like a burden when he couldn't control it properly.

"What's that sigh for?" Calix pulled his legs against his chest, tilting his head to the side like a curious puppy with a hellish gaze.

Dante didn't know he had let out a sigh while his thoughts consumed him. He studied the wraith before him as if he was deciding on whether or not to say anything. Not very many people knew about him, just his mother and a few people in the village. Calix was a stranger... but he was a magical being, too.

"Ah, one second." Slowly, the shadows seemed to melt off Calix revealing a young man about Dante's age with curly black hair that hung around his ears and his eyes went to a more darker red that it seemed brown. Calix was definitely beautiful. The shadows lingered along his arms and hands but the rest of him seemed almost human. "Better?"

"Immensely. Not as scary." Dante shifted to turn towards Calix with his dark eyes on him. "I'm burdened with a curse from my father. My mother insists it's a gift, but she isn't living with it."

"Ahhh, I know that too well. I'm not very approachable when I'm in my true form, and I struggle with keeping my disguises up." Calix adjusted and leaned forward some more, a smile curving along his full lips. "My mum always told me it's okay to struggle because that's part of the journey."

Dante rolled his eyes. "You're not a demi-god, are you? My powers are much stronger than your shadow tricks. And I don't have anyone who can help me with them... my mother's human and she tries but I don't want to lose control with her." It was a shame his father never came back, he probably didn't even know he existed. The hatred towards his father ran deep. "Losing control would hurt her."

His vulnerability slipped out. After all, he was still young and still learning. A shadowed hand reached out and covered his. It was cool to touch, but comforting. Dante looked up at Calix who was smiling warmly to him making his heart skip a beat. He didn't seem afraid of his abilities.

"I don't know much about demi-god powers, but I have plenty of free time on my hands for moral support."

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"Ahh, jesus. You know, Dante. If I keep on hiding you from whatever trouble you're getting into then I might have to move." Calix opened the door wider to allow his friend to enter his place in the middle of the night. He looked a little rough, an old scratch was almost done healing but what got Calix's attention was the flustered look on his face and the dark circles under his eyes.

This was something other than the usual trouble. Calix followed Dante to the kitchen, watching him very closely. "Wait, what happened to that guy I told you about when I was out of town? What's his name.. Cy--"

"Enough." The word was soft but it held so much emotion. Dante reached into the fridge and pulled out a dark red wine from the back. Calix pulled it out of his hands and put it back. "Hey! Let me--" A shadowed finger pressed to his lips.

"Did he hurt you?"

The words were dripping with malice. Calix's eyes seemed to glow brighter. Dante even shivered at the sight before him. "No. He didn't hurt me, Cal. Let me drink in peace.

"What happened, Dante? You come to me and intend to drink some of my expensive wine. I deserve to know what happened." The hand wouldn't let go of the wine.

Dante's brown eyes flicked to Calix and he sighed, letting go of the bottle. He'd beat it out of him or end up hunting Cyrus down himself which he couldn't let happen. "I can't get close to someone again. Every time I do, I lose them." He watched the wraith's expression soften as he spoke and he lifted his grip on the bottle. Dante explained everything from the moment him and the man named Cyrus met to moments before he disappeared without a trace.

"You seriously left that man hanging? The fuck, Dante. You're explaining what you feel for him and you want me to believe you can get over him? He isn't Elizabeth. He's not mortal if that's what you're afraid of."

Those words hurt even if they were the truth. "I-- I can't, Cal. I'm so fucking afraid of feeling like that again!"

Calix stared at him, understanding his pain but also wanted what's best for Dante.

"Listen to me. You can stay here as long as you want as always, but please, for the love of all that is holy... do not give up on him. If he treated you good, made you feel like that, then give him a chance. You might regret not doing so." Calix took his wine and started to leave. He looked back.

"You're my friend. It's harsh to hear this, but I'm saying it because we are friends. Don't let your past control your future. I've known you for decades, Dante. You clearly love him."

[tesstuffsblog]

Scars, nightmares and back to the future

┕━» part two

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

Rating: Angst, fluff and a bit of smut at the end

Summary: Eddie survives form the upside down and now you two are hiding in Hopper’s house in the woods. He became a little distant but he’s just insecure about his scars. You comfort him.

Word count: 1984

(this is a chapter form my wattpad fanfic “Together, until the end”, i just changed the protagonist name to Y/N)

English is not my first language!

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After visiting Max in her caravan with Dustin, you return to the little house lost in the woods, after all it must be the least findable but it is well furnished.

He's been really quiet since they've been in Hop's house. You can't blame him. This whole week has been traumatic for him.

When he was pulled out of the Upside Down,

bleeding, Eddie didn't think she would make it, yeah you had promised him but you couldn't control it either. He even thought he shouldn't have done it. He still blamed himself for what happened to the cheerleader. Maybe if Chrissy hadn't gone to him, maybe if he told her he wouldn't sell her the drugs, she could have been saved.

You can't imagine how stressed and scared he was in that moment. He had seen someone floating in front of him, her eyeballs being sucked into her head and her bones breaking in different directions, and on top of that, he was blamed for her murder when it had nothing to do with it. The police were also struggling in this situation, so...what's the easiest target to blame? The city drug dealer who plays a fantasy game.

He was forced to stay away from his uncle and friends, hiding while people were hunting him.

He was distant. Eddie's there with you physically, but he's not really there.

The first few days after being released were the hardest. And he was becoming more detached, but not for a specific reason. You don’t blame him, you can't fully understand how he feels, he literally came back from the dead.

"Ed! I'm here!" you enter the house with the key that Jim gave you, your arms full of shopping bags containing food and snacks. "Eddie?"

"Im here" you hear him scream softly.

A wave of relief when you realized he is okay, but his tone suggests otherwise. Walk to the bathroom door before gently hitting it with you knuckles. "Ed" you keeps a gentle voice, "I bought food, are you hungry?" you remains silent for a few seconds waiting for an answer.

"Can you please just go?" the boy responds with a trembling voice on the other side of the door. You just wants to wrap him in your arms, but you knows it'll only make things worse, "Please. I'm-I'm sorry."

"Yeah. Sure, come to me if you need anything, okay? Please. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere." you tell him with a heavy heart as you waits for another answer.

You knows that he needs time, you know that he is traumatized but at the same time you just wants him to open up to you.

A few seconds pass before muttering a "Okay"

Time passes. An hour? An hour and a half?

You tried to ignore Eddie by putting the only movie that Hopper had left in his 'house' "Back to the Future" despite you have seen it already three times.

Eddie in the meantime has remained in the bathroom, between silent sobs he looks in the mirror. When he returns to the living room he looks like a sad puppy as he stands there with his brown eyes. "Y/N?" he whispers almost as if he doesn't want to be heard

"Hey..." you turn around and get up from the couch and approach him cautiously

"I am so sorry..." he stutters

"For-for what?"

"The way I'm treating you these days. You-you don't deserve it. I don't know what's going on with me."

"Hey no no no...it's not your fault."

"I don't want you to see."

"To see what?" you ask confused

"The scars" he whispers and Vivi immediately understands. He is ashamed of the bite marks and scratches left by bats. It breaks you heart to see him like that, thinking they are something to be ashamed of. You take his face gently in you hands and forces him to look at you in the eyes.

"Ed..." a sad sigh comes out of you lips

"They're horrible...ugly on me. I hate them, I can't even look at them."

Oh, Eddie Munson, if you could look at you the way I do...

"These" You puts a hand on his abdomen feeling the fabric of the shirt "These are the signs of the battle, of the fact that you survived. They show the courage you had when you faced those...demons. They tell a story."

"Do you want to see them?"

"Only if you give me consent, I don't want to force you in doing things you don't feel like doing."

You let your hand slide down to the hem of his t-shirt, looking silently at him.

Eddie takes off his shirt showing his bare chest and abdomen. His stomach and chest were covered with bites and small claw marks. The tattoos are ruined by other scratches.

Scars that would never fade away completely. They're not as terrible as you thought but they were many. Similar to Steve's but more.

"Don't look at me like that, please," Eddie begs, avoiding eye contact while his eyes become shiny

"In what way?"

"With...pity or...or horror- disgust..."

"Munson this is not pity, horror or disgust." You slowly takes the boy's hand in yours and puts a gentle kiss on the his neck where there is a scar. Then another one on his chest and another one on his abdomen drawing the attention of Eddie who shudders under that touch. He looks at you with caution, ashamed of them.

You make sure to touch every single scar on his body, wanting to show him that you are not disgusted of them. "Eddie, you're beautiful, with or without scars, you are. Don't hide."

You look at him with an air of such love and adoration that it is impossible for him not to listen to you. "Do they hurt?"

"Umh uh- not too much."

"Do you want to talk to me? Would that help? You don't have to, we could just sit-" you ask him almost whispering and he nods, crossing your gaze. He looks like a scolded child, curled up on himself

"Okay, okay, take your time, all right?"

You both sit on the living room carpet, with the soft glow of the lamp and the film in the background.

Eddie places his head on your shoulder and wraps his arms around you. You remained silent for a minute while your fingers flow through his hair.

"Those bats. They follow me in my dreams. They tear me apart again every night" he admits, and you feels like you’re about to cry for him, "It's like it's carved into my retina. Every night I have the same nightmare. I cut the rope, you and Dustin yell at me behind, you follow me and I...I-" he is interrupted because tears wet his cheeks. Your heart is completely broken "I feel broken, I feel...I don't know either." He admits in a broken voice

"Eddie, I want you to see yourself the way I see you, and I see a strong, brave guy right now. You know, fuck being a hero now, I never really believed it. 'Cause you were never a coward, never. Dustin told me about when he was new to high school as a lost sheep, and you welcomed him with open arms into your club."

You cup his face in your hands and dries his cheeks with your thumbs. "You're not a coward because what could you do if not run away? After Chrissy died. Or when Carver came after you, you had to run, he'd beat the shit out of you otherwise. I'm not just saying this because I want you to feel better.

The 'heroes' are not those who sacrifice themselves, they are the people who are willing to help, making themselves available to others. They know when to take action and when to hide. It's not cowardice."

Eddie's puppy eyes are fixed on yours, listening to every word you says.

"What I'm trying to say is...you're one of the nicest people I've ever met. And the worst things always happen to the best people."

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," Eddie leans over and presses his forehead against yours as a sound comes out of his mouth, almost like a chuckle plagued by your sweetness. The thought that last night could end differently, that it could be his last night with you devastates him.

"You deserve this and a lot more, Ed."

You both remain silent before his lips find yours. It is a cold night but his skin is on fire, his left hand is raised on your cheek who in turn rests yours on his.

Eddie clears his throat, detaching from your lips "Can I tell you something? It's important." It was weird, because now he feels so insecure. Never in his life he has felt so insecure with someone.

"Yeah, of course." you respond sliding your hand from the boy's cheek to his neck

"Y/N...I was scared but I'm not anymore..."

"What do you mean?"

"I think I'm...falling in love with you. Actually, I am in love with you. And tbh, I don't know what love is... I've never fallen in love...but it seems like the only word that can describe what happens every time I look at you. I feel like if you see me...see the real me. I can't stop thinking about you, every second, all I have in my mind is you."

You pause for a second not expecting this and looks at him. Your heart has melted completely.

Hearing those words give butterflies in your stomach and you look away to try to hide the redness in your cheeks.

"So is it reciprocated?" your eyes light up

"Is it?" the boy asks, raising his eyebrows,

“Eddie Munson, i’m in love with you too”

Eddie comes closer, his other hand crawling under your shirt and up your back, deepening the kiss.

"Eddie..." you whisper breathlessly and Eddie's cheeks turn red immediately

"Sorry...I- I'm sorry I was- it doesn't matter."

"No no" you stop him smirking "Continue" a curve is formed on his lips reddened by the kisses "But I'm uncomfortable here on the ground."

They both run to sit on the bed. His arm wraps around your waist, making you fall back on the mattress.

Eddie's hands firmly clasp your hips under the fabric of your shirt, rings adorning his fingers, cold against your warm skin while your hands tangle with his curly hair.

Electric shocks in your body as you wraps her arms around his neck and get closer and closer to each other.

You pull up, detaching you lips to take a breath while Eddie begins to print kisses along your jaw and neck causing you to moan.

Eddie hesitates to pull up your shirt "Are you sure?" you nod as he hurries to pull it over your head and throw it to the ground. His eyes carefully scrutinize your body. You arch you back a little so that Eddie could slide his hand behind your back to loosen your bra "Can I?" he seeks approval with gentle voice. You take his hands in yours and guides them to the closure of the bra.

"You're so beautiful" he whispers as the heat begins to appear on both of your faces. He feels his heart beating in his throat. You’re so beautiful. Your eyes are so beautiful. He can't even concentrate, he's so lost in them.

The kiss accelerates and becomes more intense. You quickly climbs into Eddie's lap and his hands clasp your thighs. He keeps you so close to him that you can feel his heart beating. A groan fell from Eddie's mouth when you take over, starting to gently swing your body against his.