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[dwaekkicidal]

hihii ! i love the way you write hybrid skz, it’s just so fun to read & i eat it up everytime 😚🫶 !!

lowkey might be cliche LMAO but i’m obsessed w the thought of fox!innie & bunny!reader, either reader is in her heat & innie is being a little horny shit or .. reader is sick of his bullshit & ends up bouncing on his dick until they’re both whimpering messes ><

if i cant have this, whats the point in being alive. (im kidding) (im not) thank you for this anon i love you so bad

also this is gender neutral! i talk about breeding but fox!jeongin thinks if he tries hard enough, he can and will get you pregnant. no matter what. :)

alpha fox!jeongin who smells your heat days away. that in itself is enough to get him going but when he sees you start to nest, in his bed, he absolutely loses his mind

he gives you no time to say anything before he's dragging you to said nest, tossing you onto it and settling himself on top of you

he starts off just hovering above you as he plants each kiss, hickey, and bite to your neck. he's insanely impatient and will have you bent over and impaled on his cock no longer than a few minutes after having pinned you to the bed.

depending on what you're wearing he might start fucking you within a few seconds- he'll yank your top off and will simply push your underwear to the bottom of your ass and sink into you fully, no prep because he wants you to really feel all of him <3

and he's so mean when he fucks you!!! switches between either tangling a hand in your hair and shoving your face into your nest OR grabbing a tight hold at the base of your bunny ears and pulling, forcing you to arch your back for him

his cock is nestled so deep that you can feel him in your guts, your stomach eventually hurting from how hard he pounds into you and from how much he cums inside of you

and speaking of cum, don't you dare even think about wasting any of it. deep down he knows its inevitable that it will spill out, especially because he cums actual buckets every time, but also because he cums into you over and over and over again

however! that wont stop him from getting easily pissed off when he sees a drop of his cum venturing too far from your puffy hole >.<

youll be lucky if thats enough for him to pull out for a second, but more often than not it leads to him pulling you upright and flat against his chest so he can land a few slaps to your thighs while he's still deep inside of you, his hips no longer moving

says shit like; "what do you think you're doing??? ungrateful bunny. i put all this effort into fucking you silly and all i ask is that you keep my pups safe." with a tight grip on your hair holding you perfectly still so he can whisper it into your ear.... ugh..

if youre too out of it and dont answer hes gonna growl and start fucking you hard. his free hand is gonna drop to your thighs and scoop up any loose cum so he can shove those pretty fingers down your throat- "since this little hole wont accept my cum, that slutty mouth'll have to do."

when he does eventually get tired, literal hours later..., you're finally allowed a break! he lets you do your thing in the bathroom, growling to himself at the thought/knowledge that you're gonna be ridding yourself of- wasting- a lot of the cum he just allowed you

but oh! whats that? jeongin is starting to feel a little hot and under the weather by the time you come back in the room? wait... he thinks you triggered his heat? oh. well, in that case, you can go a "few" more rounds, right? :)

it doesn't take long for him to rest his back against the headboard after dragging you back to the bed. and he'll kiss your complaints away when the action causes your nest to get messed up. he doesn't let you get too upset about it, cause he loves you to death! and if forcing you to ride his cock and take it to the very hilt is enough to stop your heart from breaking, then he will happily do so

long fingers digging into your thighs and shit eating grin spread across his face, his canines poking out slightly as he stares up at you as you ride him. and when you inevitably get too tired to continue, he's gonna use those pretty muscles to lift you and drop you onto him!

and dont worry! your pretty little whimpers and cries dont discourage him :) and thats because "you need to take it, bunny. 'm not stopping until your cute little tummy is full of me." so if you've never met a stubborn person before, you are in for a real treat with this greedy ass hybrid.

he's soooo happy... this position lets him go so deep, scratching that little itch in the back of his head about how he needs to breed you- and he's sure he's doing it thoroughly enough when your nails dig into his shoulders in overstimulation.

dont mistake his own whimpers for him running out of fuel! he's not even close to being done yet, so don't expect to get away anytime soon~ you're gonna sit right there, on your rightful throne, and you're gonna accept every. last. drop. of his offerings.

he needs to mark his somehow <3

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[duskerot]

i disappear inside myself / my friends don't know it can't be helped

[Pure You - Nothing But Thieves]

[shaadowmilkcookie]

have i given you enough of myself, yet?

a little something about people-pleasing

[triglycercule]

mtt therapy moment except dust keeps taking breaks to talk to phantom papyrus and horror just wants this to hurry up so it can get to his turn because he couldn't give two shits about dust and killer's trauma and killer physically cannot discuss his issues and just starts zoning out while crying for some reason during it

and i'm the therapist listening to all of this writing down notes fervently because ITS CANON MATERIAL CANON I NEED TO GET THE CANON MATERIAL

[mayasdeluca]

Happy Wynonna Earp Vengeance Day to all who celebrate!!

So happy we get Wayhaught back on our screen and get to see them as wives 🥰

[dukeofthomas]

"Angry robin" "violent robin" "misbehaving robin" shut up and accept my alternative; spunky Robin. Determined and head strong, can out-stubborn the Batman, has a strong moral-backbone and does what he thinks is right regardless of what anybody else says, Robin. Jason who was sassy and quippy and made crude jokes with a smile on his face. Jason who hid in Bruce's cape and whispered gossip to him. Jason who, if Bruce refused him something, could keep bothering endlessly until Bruce caved. And also dramatic Jason. If Bruce tells him no, it becomes a whole theatrical show; a monologue, a narration, embellishments, and falling onto the floor in his grief upon the fact his cruel father has denied him once again.

(Jason who has suffered through abuse and homelessness and poverty and starvation, who is the Fight out of Fight or Flight, who's built up defenses and walls and when pushed and triggered responds with the thing that's always protected him; anger. He's sweet and kind and funny, and when he sees a pimp hitting a prostitute he gets furious and responds with violence.)

[zonatcannibalism]

Im really enjoying the Agatha show for now, but wanda maximoff, kate bishop and billy kaplan are my favorite comic book characters of all time and if they treat billy the way they treated wanda in doctor strange 2 and kate in the hawkeye show i will go there and personally assassinate whoever did it

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

the inevitable. i mean look at larry.

[lynxfrost13]

poster for my replika units, the HOPRs

[arsenicflame]

Edward "human weighted blanket" Teach & Izzy "crush my soul out of my body" Hands

[dullahandyke]

I heart being a hipster it's actually so fun. Like I love being a contrarian and making things more difficult for myself for the sake of my pride and carrying an instinctive distrust for current trends. I need to start enjoying more shit that nobody has heard of because I think it's the natural antithesis to my chronic 'experiencing culture secondhand via fandom for things I've never seen' brain

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

do—

Do Howdy and Barnaby ever get together in your human au 🥺🥺

of course they do, who do you think i am

oh BOY do i have things to say about human!Laughingstock! im so unwell about them allow me to talk and talk and talk and ta-

~

so in this au they're like... the ultimate slowburn. their feelings for each other slowly simmer and grow over the course of *checks nonexistent watch* a lil over a decade i think. it's not very dramatic - just soft & silly w/ just a heap of pining and a pinch of angst for Flavor

it starts when they were teens - Howdy had a lil crush on Barnaby in middle school. and how could he not? Barnaby was cute, hilarious, and kind. at this point, they weren't friends! Barnaby knew Howdy's name, but only because they'd shared a school since elementary (as with 6/7 of the other neighbors) & speaking from experience, you just Know Those Names. Howdy slowly "grew out of" this crush, especially when the friend group started forming and he & Barnaby became actual friends.

that crush would fluctuate over the years. It starts out strong and then softens into just this hum in the back of Howdy's mind. always there, often easy to ignore, just... part of him, in a way.

Barnaby has a similar experience. when he and Howdy became friends, he got a lil crush - how could he not? Howdy was cute, laughed at all of his jokes and had a few of his own, and was endearingly eccentric. but at the time, Barnaby didn't recognize the crush for what it was. so he elected to ignore it until the crush dwindled to something easily manageable, something he wouldn't realize is still there. as with Howdy's, it'd never fully go away

and its noticeable enough to their friends that they'd all kinda side-eye how touchy Howdy & Barnaby are with each other (Barnaby is a physical guy, but damn. if Howdy is nearby they Will find a way to be touching at all times), the way they always laugh at each others jokes, the way they always ask "where's [x] / is [x] coming with" whenever the other is absent. but the group couldn't be sure if they were looking into it or not. it's too subtle. over time they get so used to it that they don't bat an eye - Howdy is Barnaby's best friend after Wally. of course they're close!

but then there's this one college party Howdy drags Barnaby to (and by extension, Wally). they're drunk off their asses, Wally's edible has kicked in, the party is pretty chill and everyone is having a decent time. all three of them are on the couch, and Barnaby and Howdy start drunk-complimenting each other. naturally, this feeds their mutual attraction, and one thing leads to another! they make out on the couch. naturally with Wally sandwiched between them, snacking on chips and committing the moment to memory (it's a surprise tool that'll help them later!) neither Barnaby nor Howdy will remember this

now, something i'd like to state for Barnaby in this au! he has had a lot of relationships - from one night stands to actually dating someone for months. sometimes the one night stands were a "he takes someone home after a date, & they leave while he's sleeping and ghost him" situation. with actual dating, the other person always breaks things off after a few weeks, if not days. it breaks Barnaby's heart a little bit every time. to the point where in his mid-20s, he just... stops dating. he avoids other people's advancements towards him, he always takes a friend with him to bars/etc as a buffer, he becomes an expert at gracefully turning people down

("why, pray tell" no one asks "do they always leave him? he's such a catch!" that he is! when he was in school, it was his friend group. he'd try to introduce his 'girlfriend' to his friends, and it'd be an immediate "eugh, you're friends with those freaks? no way!" as an adult, people found it off-putting how (by societal standards) unusually close he was with Wally. also, again, a "weird" friend group. they'd think it's too much, or just not their scene, or 'why don't you date your little blue haired boyfriend', etc. Barnaby never holds it against Wally or his friends. he has the mindset of if that person was the one, they would accept every part of Barnaby - and his friends are indeed part of him. Howdy has also dated around a little, but to a much lesser extent. he's too busy! he doesn't have time for that!)

but the ball really starts rolling in their late 20s. something the group does together - as a fun lil rare hobby - is LARPing. they get really into it! Sally made them all custom costumes, Julie helped make the weapons (like a giant sword for herself), etc etc. they fully commit to the bit (even Frank <3). so at this event's point in the timeline, Eddie is fully integrated into the clique, but that's unimportant - just to show where we are!

so they're all doing their thing, it's a pretty big LARP event - there's always way more people than our dear neighbors, yk. they're just part of the crowd! & there's a big battle hosted, the group is split between teams, but Barnaby & Howdy are on the same side! yay! during the battle, Barnaby is "mortally wounded." Howdy half-drags him away from the main battle under the cover of their teammates (including Eddie and Julie) and sits him down by the tree. now, Howdy & Barnaby are the ones who get into the roleplay the most. they get lost in the sauce! they perform the hell out of everything they do!

& since Barnaby is "dying", he really acts like it. Howdy acts accordingly, but again, they get a little too emotional, a little too into it, a little lost in the sauce. genuine tears are in their eyes, Howdy's voice is genuinely shaking a little as he holds Barnaby in his "dying moments" (Barnaby is holding the sword between his arm and his side. he has ketchup on his armor.) Eddie and Julie are getting choked up just watching this happen. and as Howdy & Barnaby look into each others' tear-filled eyes, those little feelings that have been so quiet for so long come right back babey! full force! but then they all get hit with "arrows" and have to die right there and then, and the moments over. but! both Barnaby & Howdy walk away from this LARP session grappling with Partially Realized Feelings.

Barnaby struggles with this the most, since yk at this point he's sworn off dating. he's being careful with his heart! but when he tells Wally all of this, cause he tells Wally everything, Wally's like "oh. yes, i know! remember that one college party where you two kissed for an hour". and then he goes on to point out every instance where he's thought "right, Howdy and Barnaby are in love" (bc Wally is way more observant than he lets on! he saw that shit! his peepers were peepin!)

BUT IT'S STILL A SLOW BURN BABEY!

Barnaby and Howdy don't approach each other about this. they're both in the boat of "well, i'll just keep going and see what happens" to the point where they're practically dating without ever saying anything to each other. Howdy notices how Barnaby lingers around the store more. Barnaby notices how Howdy keeps turning up at his work to talk more. (they already chat so much...) but they still! dont! say! anything! but they both Know! they're not emotionally circling each other they are Dancing to their Own Music!

and Barnaby is letting himself believe that this can work because, well... Howdy already accepts him as he is. Howdy is part of the group. Howdy loves Wally just like the rest of em. Howdy has seen Barnaby at his (presumed) worst and didn't even flinch! as for Howdy, well, he just thinks this is right! his whole life no one has really caught his eyes or heart, but Barnaby is different. he's always been in Howdy's peripherals. it feels natural to love him so deeply. Barnaby slots into his life like the final piece of a puzzle!

there's a lot of stuff that happens in this inbetween state - Howdy's store burns down & almost takes him with it, there's some family drama that needs to be handled, The Crash happens, etc etc etc - so it's a while before they "actually" get together. but they're both patient! they've waited this long, even if they didn't know they were waiting. neither of them are in a rush. they're young. they have time.

[7roaches]

perfectly normal simom posting

[animalinvestigator]

odaiba day celebration

[kiraman]

I. PROLOGUE The faraway nearby

Since first thing that morning everything was spoiling her mood, making her broody and angry. Everything. It annoyed her that she had overslept, squashed into a hard mattress on the floor; stiff and numb from the cold, even with a woolen blanket thrown over her. She had not slept at all last night, vexed by the sharp stench of an airless, stuffy cabin, the sea air dripping through the slats bloated with its own salt. The area below decks was deeply unpleasant. Dozens of men sleeping on rows of hammocks with the smallest amount of space between them – 14 to 16 inches of space allowed for each hammock. There was little ventilation at all and the whole place smelled rank, a combination of poorly washed clothes, old food, sour ale and sweat; she had laid under her thin sheets, wakeful and restless, and when dawn had broken blue and purple over the ocean, she had somehow dozed off; when next she had arisen, everyone was already awake, bustling about the ship, the air throbbing with their laughter.

Mizu was annoyed by the cold, congealed salt beef and dry biscuits she was served for breakfast by a man who tore away from his rum to toss the plate her way with a malevolent sneer which made her hand curl into a fist. She was annoyed by the sly looks of contempt thrown her way as she quickly wolfed down her meal over the deck, refusing to gift her attention to anyone around her, watching the spumes of the white-capped waves lashing the side of the ship as it slashed the seas, instead. She was annoyed. Cold. Stiff. Her muscles knotted against the strain of disuse. She ached for her sword, wishing, fiercely, that she could train, longing for the mountains and the cliffs, but here, where the eye met nothing but the endless skies and open horizon, she could only sit cross-legged on the deck and mediate the hours away, her mind frantic and furious even in complete and absolute silence, plagued by the same image over and over again: her blade in her hand, rippling in the air, tearing into warm flesh, offering death: the wind whipping against her cheek, muscles tensing; a sharp, shallow breath choking in her throat; exhaling. The killing sword making a hissing silver arc, slashing the air with its promise; her pulse pounding in her veins; she moves, suddenly, quiet, like the wind; like lightning flaming the sky. A man’s head topples off his shoulders and a fountain of blood sprays the earth. Red. Red and black with death. Relief. A void. Fragmentary ecstasy, something incomplete and then, a hunger for more, more, more. In her mind, she opens her eyes, and breathes. Afterwards, she sits small and submissive to the greater order; she is not yet done. Something more is needed. In her mind, her mouth fills with blood. She gasps.

She shut her eyes against the glare of the sun.

The horizon had already grown red, sunlight streaming in a narrow band above the waves. The warm, spring weather and cheerful, vibrant chatter filling the air around her, did not improve her mood. She still did not enjoy being here. She still glared and grunted at every glance and question thrown her way, as she had done since first her foot had set upon the ship. She did not speak their tongue and did not mean to entertain them with her otherness; her strangeness; they were to her, as strange and alien as she to them, and she did not wish for their company. When anger and discomfort had sat with her too long, the tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs, Mizu made her way down to the lower decks and stood near the railing of the quarterdeck, stiff, motionless, her left hand unmoving and heavy at her side, the other one on the hilt of the dagger she now carried beneath layers of cloths, a dead thing, sleeping, yet always, half-alert, tensing; one eye peeled open, laying in wait, like a snare. Her fingers coiled around the silver pommel. Her mouth pinched. She leaned out over the ocean and breathed in the fresh salt air, filling her chest with it. The splash of seawater sprayed her cheeks. She sighed, and for a moment, forgot her anger.

❛ — oi, you there! do not lean out. About-turn and scram! ❜ A huge-bellied, broad-shouldered grotesquely tall man with a tangled gray beard and pockmarks on his cheeks strode over, and snapped something that made no sense to her, without taking the stick he was chewing, either from hunger or to kill time, from his mouth. Mizu, violently torn from her moment of peace, turned around slowly and icily gazed at him through her glasses, her face veiled in the shadows cast by the wide brim of her hat. ❛ — you deaf or somethin' you heel? Scram! back to your deck. ❜ he spat out his stick and rubbed his beard where the drying sweat irritated him. Mizu blinked. The first thing that came to her mind was that he stank. His skin was blotched and scratched from his broken nails, and there were stains all over the front of his pants. They stood there, under the heat of the sun for a moment, sweat beading at the back of her neck, slowly, and then, he spat again, like an overbloated frog chasing flies, she thought, like a pig, scuffing in the mud; he moved to grab at her, and in the blink of an eye, her hand shot out and caught him by the wrist, violently shoving him away. He blinked with the shock of it, evidently not expecting to be refused; he thinks me less than him; he thinks me beneath him, somehow; she realized, only with mild surprise that the sneer now summoned upon her lips did not betray. This pile of dung, thinks me inferior. Mizu stepped towards him forcefully, her eyes flashing like mirrors in the sun, and he immediately backed away, the narrow line of his mouth (chapped and bitten by the cruel winds) puffed out into a disdainful sneer that she suddenly craved to wipe right off his face with such fervor, it took every last bit of her willpower not to cut him open right then and there, her hand shaking with the effort of holding back. He hacked, saliva trickling from his clenched teeth and barked something at her again, feigning bravery, taking another step towards her once she halted her step to near motionlessness, eyes narrowed to slits, watching his every movement; he made to shove her towards the stairs leading to the other deck but Mizu did not badge under his shoving; he clawed at the front of her haori, but she whipped away and intercepted a blow that would have caught her by the throat, ferociously sank her nails into his wrist and held his shuddering arm at bay, and smashed her other fist into the man’s belly. He gasped, surprised and blinked, and she quickly shoved him away with a flick of her wrist, then kicked out viciously; he whirled, dumbfounded, and Mizu closed in on him, ready to grab at his throat, but the sudden sound of bells and metal beating on metal tore the air. Discordant. Piercing. His eyes went to the decks bellow, and he hissed something vicious between those yellowed, rotten teeth, and with a grunt, walked away and back to whatever hole he had crawled out of.

Mizu sneered disgustedly. Her blood was boiling, anger clawing at her veins, that hunger, that thirst left unsatiated, like barbed arrows tearing her open; a wound festering, like a fever deep inside of her. She hated him. She hated this ship; their stench and filthiness; their arrogance and detestable manners. More than that, she was shamed; shamed to share their blood; shamed that they, too, looked at her like she was no more than mud stuck to their heels: unclean; unwanted; strange.

Gritting her teeth, she turned around and stood near the railing, trying very hard not to let her rage explode into a fever that she would never be able to abate.

At dusk it had been feeding time again and the cooks began passing steaming cups of gruel and water which to Mizu, stank and seemed brackish. This was the first time she had actually bothered to come down to the kitchens for dinner, but her stomach ached and her mouth felt dry. She was still silently bristling, but at least the lining up for food and water had been unusually calm. Bowing her thanks, she gathered her cups and went to sit near the slats and beams that made up tiny windows at the side of the ship. She picked at her plate without much jest, feeling strange eyes boring into the back of her neck, but not turning around to meet them.

Then the apelike man —unshaven, filthy, stinking still, worse than he had that morning, dripping in sweat and with a fresh bruise upon his pockmarked cheek—chopped in violently, kicked at the table where she had sat, and took her ration right out of her hand while the others sat in stunned silence to see what would happen. The world around her seemed to ripple and come to a screeching halt. Molten darkness fell over her, piercing and violent, like invisible pinchers squeezing her throat.

Slowly, too slowly, like sand flowing through an hourglass, she pushed her chair back, then stood up and with languid, stiff movements removed her hat and glasses and neatly set them down where her meal had been. The air in the room seemed to thicken. Rain suddenly began to lash the windows, trickling down the glass and filling the room with its cries. A sudden gush of movement, and her hand was at his throat, choking the air right out of him; a sigh filled the room, gasps and flashes of lightning; a furious chill rushing through the world around her; harsh, muffled voices from somewhere far away and the sound of her steps as she landed blow after blow, moving like a serpent, noiselessly, lightly, disarming him with no more than a blow and a violent strike against his jaw which cracked under the heel of her palm. He reeled, howling with rage, and Mizu landed on her feet, perfectly controlled, face hard and cold, devoid of any flushes of effort.

He came at her blindly, slow, like a fish thrashing about on the banks of a dried up river, and she leapt, backing away, laughing; her voice dark and violent, came rushing like a river, flooding the cabin, and as he stood to limp away and in shame, she kicked out viciously, sending him tumbling onto the floors. Then, there were lights through the blackness that had draped itself over her like a burial shroud, and strange voices, calling her out of the depths of her rage.

Slowly, too slowly, she straightened her cape and carefully put on her glasses again, clearing her throat. She put the chair back at the table, and was about to gather her hat and leave the kitchens, when, in the corner, Mizu saw to her amazement that one of the men was offering the cup of gruel and the water that she had presumed lost. Blinking, she took it and thanked the man curtly. He nodded in understanding, and with a faint, parting shake of her head, Mizu walked away.

She did not see him again. She would not see him for quite some time.

Not until much later, after they had made port at Batavia and something darker had come calling her name, desperate, frantic, dogging her every footstep. She never looked behind her out of fear. Out of terror of what she would see following her in her own shadow...

[nandermoenthusiast]

i dont think i will ever be over nandor tying guillermos cape with such care and focus. that moment its possibly my favourite from the finale NANDOR ACTS OF SERVICE GUY MAKES ME WANNA CLIMB A WALL and the way hes putting guillermo on equal ground now makes my heart grow 3 sizes

and to be honest i dont think they can go back to where they were before. for anyone whos worried. like yeah he told him “now clean up the body” after he reverted back to human but to me that was more like nandors brain going like. “i cooked now you clean”. he went through such a tremendous amount of work to help guillermo. he had the empathy to recognise the problem. he thought it through concocted a plan. he got the robes and the candles and he painted and hung those banners. he held a fakeass ceremony with all their friends and elders so it looked official. he then also comforted guillermo when he couldnt do it and staked derek himself without a second thought. so maybe its was more of a. i pulled you out of a very hairy situation. can you take care of the body now? (also it IS gonna be hard to let go of certain habits so maybe some comments like this are gonna slip out next season, but that is just because they are useless and in guillermos absence the house fucking imploded in one year lmao… maybe guillermo is gonna teach them how to take care of it themselves next season so they can split the workload and cute shenanigans will ensue)

i just dont think it was mean spirited on nandors part tbh. LAZLO even offered to help. i dont think that was just to have him in the next scene i dont think an unusual detail like that could be just for convenience. i do FULLY believe they are gonna all be on equal grounds next season. and thats gonna be so fucking delicious to me specifically