#brutus the crocodile

[bymiar]

Yep, I finally drew the family

Maybe I'll make a better version of this... someday.

I also plan to include Espio and Charmy when I finish their designs.

[kaiju-wolfdragon]

Meet the 5 hybrid kids!

Zango, gizmo, pepper, Brutus, and bones

Those 5 are orphans and used to live in allies to hide from humans trying to take them away, hopefully someone will take care of them and give them a home, love and care from someone...

There was a six member that is a male deer and was also a leader to them... but sadly died by getting murdered by humans. Hopefully they'll reach their goal and to make their fearless leader proud

[n3on-graveston3s-calling]

Here's that Crocodile playlist I've been curating. More to be added as I find appropriate.

A Man Whose Heart Is Hollow [ Sir Crocodile ]

Tracklist below the cut.

-Feeling Good, Michael Bublé

-Desperado, Rihanna

-Everybody Wants To Rule The World, Tears For Fears

-Wicked Games, The Weeknd

-Tuyo, Rodrigo Amarante

-Don’t Sit Down ‘Cause I’ve Moved Your Chair, Arctic Monkeys

-El Mañana, Gorillaz

-Gold on the Ceiling, The Black Keys

-Sway, Michael Bublé

-After Hours, The Weeknd

-Symphony No. 9 in E Minor, Op. 95 B. 178 ( New World Symphony ), Antonín Dvořák

-The Baddest Man Alive, The Black Keys

-Enter Sandman, Ghost

-Lithium, Nirvana

-Solomon Grundy, Chuxx Morris

-Red Right Hand, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

-Woke Up This Morning - Chosen One Mix, A3

-Bitch Better Have My Money, Rihanna

-Gangsta’s Paradise, 2WEI

-Skyfall, Adele

-Love Is Blindness, Jack White

-Brutus, The Buttress

-Handel / Orch. Hale: Keyboard Suite No. 4 in D Minor, George Frideric Handel

[lea-andres]

Team Cerberus finding out about Chaotix Recital and that it's the Chaotix's honest to god efforts to be good at music (but it's terrible and makes Eggman robots explode) is one of funniest things my chaos puppies do tbh.

Dinah: *is doubled over in laughter at them*

Brutus: *attempting to backpedal and find something to compliment them on*

Carlisle: May I record you guys for experimentation purposes? I think at the right frequency you guys could be the new brown note. Except instead of violently shitting yourself, your head explodes. The death note!

Brutus: Carlisle, no-

Carlisle: You're right, Death Note got wasted on that anime. We'll workshop it.

Brutus: NO-

[corrodeheavenn]

Team Dreamix was created to be a sort of rival team to our favorite detectives, Team Chaotix! Only Avarice is an actual detective, but Chime and Toxic can end up involved in a case for any number of reasons. Or in reverse, Avarice can end up roped into whatever shenanigans Chime and/or Toxic have gotten themselves into this time.

Avarice the Raccoon - Avarice isn't very competitive at all. He enjoys a good debate or battle of wits, but whether he wins or loses doesn't matter to him. Sore losers tend to annoy him. As the Speed Type of Team Dreamix, he rivals Espio. Espio thinks Avarice is arrogant (pot vs kettle), prideful, a know-it-all, and just an all around bastard. Espio's constantly trying to outsmart or win arguments against Avarice, which he always seems to fall short of, which can feed into repressed feelings of inferiority. Avarice isn't oblivious, not completely anyway. He can recognize Espio dislikes him, but isn't sure why. But he thinks ignoring it and just being very polite to him, showing Espio he has no malicious intentions, etc. will fix it. (Spoiler: It doesn't.) Avarice actually wants to be Espio's friend, as he views him as an equal and someone he deeply respects. Avarice even feels like the two of them are kindred spirits! He isn't sure why Espio dislikes him, and it upsets him. They have an enemies to lovers, slow burn that is, in fact, the SLOWEST FUCKING BURN IMAGINABLE!!! SOMEONE SEND HELP!!!

Chime the Fox - Chime loves a good friendly competition! She gets super excited and happy if she wins, but she'll be very congratulatory if she loses, too. Her enjoyment comes from playing the game rather than winning it. As the Power Type of Team Dreamix, she rivals Vector. Vector's a detective, Chime's illogical (to everyone but her). That's the basis for their rivalry! All of the skills a detective needs, Chime doesn't have. She's not skeptical or perceptive, she's morally grey at best, she's an action first, ask questions maybe sort of person. Chime's guilty of tampering with evidence, either because she's playing with the corpse, drawing hopscotch over the chalk outline, eating whatever the evidence is, and much more. What I'm saying is keep her FAR away from the crime scene! While Vector's an ace detective, despite all his silliness, Chime's probably the worst "detective" you can find. However, one thing they have in common, is their charisma! Vector's a chill guy who can get suspects to talk, he befriends his clients and makes sure their problems get solved, sure the cash reward is appreciated but it's not ABOUT that. Helping people is his top priority, even if he's broke at the end. Chime's the same way! She's sociable, makes friends instantly, and is eager to help said friends! (Don't ask what happens to not friends.) While not a good detective, she IS a good interrogator. People just trust her and want to be friends with her! She's got an infectious cheerfulness that easily lifts others spirits, so she's good at cheering people up or consoling them. Another thing her and Vector have in common!

Toxic the Porcupine - Toxic is easily the most competitive of Team Dreamix and he hates losing to others. Failure is part of the scientific process, but losing to someone else? Absolutely not. As the Flying (and Technique) Type of Team Dreamix that means he's beefing with a toddler. Toxic actually envies Charmy a lot because he's a bright, healthy kid full of dreams and ambitions which are fostered and supported by his found family and many friends. Toxic never had any of that as a kid, besides big dreams that pretty much everyone told him he'd never achieve in his life. So seeing a happy kid like Charmy reminds Toxic of his orphanage and all the associated bad memories. Not that he ever brings that up or takes it out on the kid! Mostly Charmy and Toxic squabble because Charmy likes making fun of him and Toxic's pride means he refuses to just ignore it. So they end up bickering a lot, like Toxic demanding respect and Charmy not giving it, or Charmy not understanding Toxic's high-tech invention and Toxic making fun of him for it. They end up with a dynamic not unlike siblings who're always at each other's throats. But because of Toxic's envy towards Charmy and him being the embodiment of everything Toxic lacked in his childhood (that being happiness and affection) Toxic is one of the first people to defend that childlike happiness and innocence.

Also, honorable mention to @lea-andres 's Team Cerberus! I also consider them Team Dreamix's rivals. We haven't talked about that really, but Avarice rivals Dinah, and I'll say Chime rivals Brutus while Toxic rivals Carlisle, due to their Sonic Heroes typing.

#9: Is your OC competitive? Do they have any rivals?

[maevesheart]

only angel (2)

FINNICK ODAIR X FEM!READER

note: wasn’t originally planning on making a part two to this but it just seemed so unfinished??!?! and i love ruthless reader idk she’s a queen

summary: through your alliance with katniss, you and finnick rekindle some buried feelings.

wc: 5.2k

tw: violence, death, brutal!!reader, blood, allusions to forced prostitution

only angel (1)

SEVEN YEARS EARLIER, THE 68TH HUNGER GAMES

Brutus and Enobaria sat in front of you and Mace, your district mate.

They reminded you of strategies that you had been taught your whole life, ensuring that as long as you two played into the Capitol’s hands, you’d get plenty of sponsors and come out alive.

Mace and you had never been close back home, but you saw him in the shopping centers, had some mutual friends. It was someone familiar, and even though your two mentors spent more time perfecting your wielding of knives and crocodile tears, you hoped Mace could somehow make it far in the games. Like you knew you would.

Enobaria and Brutus had introduced you to the various other Career Tributes, taking their time to butter up the other mentors, ensuring a ticket for your survival.

You were small compared to the other tributes, even the girl from Twelve was bigger than you.

But you trained, and you trained hard, showing off the various knife and sword tricks that had been engraved in your brain since you were a child.

Enobaria helped with your endurance, shocked by how fast you were. She had instructed you to not show that off to the other tributes, don’t give too much away.

After the private sessions with your mentors, you were stronger, faster, and more agile than Mace could even dream. You almost felt bad, the way Enobaria and Brutus were setting him up for death.

But, at the end of the day, only one can make it out alive.

Enobaria was strategic, determined for you to win. She instructed you to not show too many strengths in the private session with the Gamemakers, just enough to get a respectable score for someone from a Career District.

You followed her instructions to a tee, refusing to be one of the 23 fallen.

For the interviews, Ceasar laughed at your innocent comments and jokes, complimenting the head piece you wore, noting how it looked like a halo.

“Beautiful, like an Angel,” he smiled, the crowed cheering in agreement.

You giggled, smoothing down the uncomfortable golden dress they had sewn you into.

The crowd roared with your unwavering confidence, the arrogance paired with your baby-face and innocent smile was enough to send them into a fit of convivial.

It was just too easy.

The night before the games you had snuck out of the floor for Two, going up to the rooftop in hopes of having a moment to yourself.

You perched on the ledge, a small nightgown barely covering your shivering body.

You closed your eyes to relish in what could possibly be your last moments of peace, before being snapped from your trance by footsteps echoing.

You whipped around, teeth barring and senses on high alert. You were already acting like the wild animal Enobaria had been training you to be.

“Not in the arena just yet,” a smooth voice sounds out, a boy a few years older than you coming into view.

You recognized him as Finnick Odair. He had won a few years back, and was now returning as a mentor.

You ignored him, turning back to the outline of the Capitol.

He approached you slowly, leaning his body against the glass railing you were propped against.

You looked up to him, tired-eyes meeting his, somehow seemingly sparkling.

“Unfortunately,” you spoke, your mouth in a straight line. Enobaria had introduced you to him during the parade, but his tributes were not ally-material.

He laughed at your response. You stared at him, unamused.

“Feisty,” he smirked, watching you look away from him and back to the skyline.

“Not really in the mood to talk about my fate,” you said, his eyes still burning two holes into the side of your face.

His smile dropped slightly, having once been in your position himself.

He reminded himself you were only 15. A year older than he was when he won.

He had only won 3 years ago, and stood on this same rooftop. Looking out on the same city skyline.

Your peripheral vision caught him lean both his forearms onto the glass, shifting closer to you.

“Is it just as scary as it seems?” You ask. You were a child. A child that had been trained to hunt and kill. But deep down, you were just a scared kid. How would you kill all those people?

Finnick hums, acknowledging the same question that wracked his mind the nights before his games.

“It is,” he recognized your fear, but refused to give you false hope that it wouldn’t be as brutal as it truly is.

The words Enobaria had spoken to you earlier bounced around your brain, it’s just killing. Self-defense. All of it. Don’t be scared to kill someone who isn’t scared to kill you.

You let out a long breath, closing your eyes.

“I don’t want to die,”

It was quiet, but Finnick heard it, head perking up and turning to stare at you.

The role as a tribute was meant to bring great honor to someone from your district, but you were terrified. You were young, passionate. You had so much to give and so little time to give it all.

“Enobaria told me to hide my strengths, and I did. I’ll be able to kill them, once it comes down to it. But how will I live with myself?”

Finnick asked himself the same question everyday. How did he kill all those people? Sure, it was survival. Him or them. But how do you continue your life, pretending like you hadn’t murdered people on live national television?

“I—“ Finnick fell short, eyes still watching the side of your face.

“How do you cope with it all?” You finally turned to him, salty tears on your cheeks.

He knew you were preparing yourself for the inevitable. He had heard Enobaria boast about you, and had seen you in training. Other tributes would be frightened to get close to you.

He didn’t answer, swallowing thickly. You would soon understand, you would be in his position.

You choked out a sob, hands wrapping around your body.

He watched with wild eyes, before pulling you into his warm chest, head burrowing in his body.

You made no move to remove yourself from his body, and his arms were snug against your back.

“Kill as many as you can, as soon as you can. Then lay low, hunt. Don’t fall for any of that ally-bullshit.”

His voice was rushed, eyes filled with emotion. He felt for you, a scared child. He remembered his fear all too well.

You sniffled in his chest, hands balling at the thin fabric of his top.

And you listened to him.

In those next few hours, during the bloodbath, you killed two, both with knives to the chest. The Capitol citizens cheered as your face reflected the highest kill-count. You knew it was nothing to be proud of.

That next evening, while the rest of the Career pack slept, you stole the boy from One’s — Yves — backpack, shoving their weapons into it as quietly as possible.

Your small size came handy, being able to stealthily move around them, you were lucky the arena was a desert, sand not making a noise.

The girl from One — Aithon — began to lightly stir, and you knew it was now or never. Finnick’s words from the night before mixed with Enobaria’s, and that was all you needed to take a sword in each hand and take down the two tributes from One.

Their deaths were quick, the canons sounding out and Mace waking up, his laying figure looking up at you. Small but powerful.

You stood over his body, one foot on each of his arms, keeping him from reaching up to you.

His face twisted in confusion, looking over to the blood pouring from Yves and Aithon, each who had just been sleeping soundly next to him.

Your knife neared his face in milliseconds, and you had to force your arms down as he began to scream.

“I’m sorry,” was all you could whisper, guilt beginning to cloud your senses.

But you pushed past it, knowing you had to come out alive. No other option.

“Y/N! Please!”

And then there was silence.

He wasn’t anything special, but he was from home.

You held in tears as the canon sounded, running from the three as quickly as you could.

Whilst you hid behind one of the large cacti around the arena, Enobaria grinned as Capitol citizens celebrated her and you, her star tribute.

Finnick watched, heart tugging, knowing that he had encouraged the killings, he had told you to trust no one. And you had listened.

And from then on, you became the Capitol’s angel, their winged symbol of purity, despite the blood and deaths of many on your hands.

When Snow placed the crown on your head, you smiled, naively, and thanked the crowd. Thanked them for their donations, and their belief in you from the beginning.

But that’s all you were to them: a spectacle. A little girl who killed five in one day, a little girl who’s life had been dedicated to these games, to win. A little girl who would never get her purity back, never get to sleep without seeing Mace’s terrified face before she killed him.

He didn’t deserve it, none of them did. But it was life or death. And there was no way you were going to die.

PRESENT DAY, THE THIRD QUARTER QUELL

Your group continued up to the Cornucopia, you and Finnick taking the tail.

Peeta and Finnick drew a map in the dark sand, you leaned against the side of the metal Cornucopia, Johanna plopping down next to you, and Katniss on your other side.

It all happened in a blur. One second, Wiress was singing her song about a mouse and the clock, and the next, Gloss was on top of her, knife straight into the heart.

Katniss’s arrow struck him, you grabbing your swords to get Cashmere who was standing behind him.

Finnick rushed after you. He knew you could take Cashmere, but what happened if Brutus appeared? Brutus had never been kind to you, and it was doubtful he would start now.

Your sword stuck Cashmere in the leg, and she screamed, falling onto the little amount of ground that the middle sector offered.

She turned over, knife in her left hand, grazing your ankle slightly. Luckily your stylist had dressed you in thicker socks; she had been an absolute idiot about most things, but at least she had your back in the arena.

Your thigh was still slightly burning with pain, but you pushed through it, sticking both your swords into Cashmere’s chest, a strangled gasp leaving her lips and her head falling back against the ground.

The canon sounded out, but you continued to pull your swords out and drive them back into her chest, more blood pouring out.

You were grunting now, mind hyper-aware of your actions, but refusing to stop.

You kept driving the sharp tools into her chest, her body slightly moving up when you retracted the metal, and then caving in as you pushed them back.

You weren’t going to die; you refused to.

Hands were on your shoulders, pulling you backwards, and you turned, swinging.

Finnick let go and backed away, hands held up. He knew you’d never hurt him, but once you’re in the killing mindset, it’s very hard to break it.

You dropped the weapons to your side, a long breath leaving your lips that you hadn’t realized you’d be holding in.

Finnick pulled you along with him, hand on your side as he brought you over to everyone else.

All of them were staring with wide eyes — besides Johanna of course.

Katniss knew you were brutal, but she didn’t realize how quickly you did turn into the angel of death. One second you were smiling, laughing at something Johanna had said.

Then your eyes were lit with a fire, teeth out, and running, faster than Katniss had ever seen someone move.

She had watched you kill Cashmere in seconds, continuing to drive the weapons into her, sounds of exasperation leaving your lips but you were unrelenting.

You felt like you were fifteen again, scared and angry, brutal to anyone who crossed your path. Your swordsmanship was uncanny, and Katniss dreaded the moment that she had to try and kill you.

And then the Cornucopia began to spin, extremely fast. You grabbed onto Finnick, a sword sucking down into the water, your other tight in the palm of your opposite hand.

You and Finnick fell to the ground, grabbing at the hard rocks to keep from flying to the water.

And then you heard Peeta scream Katniss’s name, and the two of you both yelled a loud, “shit!”

You pushed off the hard ground, crawling to the side of the island, hand reaching down to grab Johanna’s axe and try to hoist the two of them up.

You grunted, holding onto a small portion of the metal that wasn’t sharp. Your feet dug into the ground, sword shoved into the rock to keep you grounded.

You watched as Katniss went flying down, and then Johanna was on top of you, the two of you gasping for oxygen when the spinning stopped.

You and Johanna were back on your feet, rushing to help Katniss out of the water.

You all made your way back onto the sand, where it was relatively safe.

You discussed strategy, your fingers tracing different shapes into Finnick’s thigh.

“Who’s left then?” Katniss asked, eyes flickering between you and Johanna, the two of you having a conversation with your eyes.

“Brutus and Chaff, I think that’s all,” Peeta announced, all eyes shifting to you at the mention of your district-mate.

“I get Brutus,” you spoke clearly, eyes hard.

“Y/N…” Finnick spoke, hand smoothing down your arm.

“Just… I know him. I can handle it, I swear,”

He had helped train you, of course you would know his methods like the back of your hand. You had been seeking revenge for years, waiting for the day you could get him back.

What had the games done to you? Fantasizing about killing someone?

And then you were back there, back to the moment your life really ended.

You were dressed in clothes Snow had picked out, a hairstyle Snow had picked out, makeup Snow had picked out. You were his newest doll, malleable to his every demand.

It was your victory tour, and Enobaria and Brutus were accompanying you, helping you with speeches and coming to terms with your new life as a Capitol pet.

You were finishing up in the Capitol, the final destination. Snow had laid out his conditions for you: your pride and body now belonged to the Capitol, and with it, they could do what they pleased. Your company came with a high price.

He had threatened your family back in Two, describing in detail what would become of them if you didn’t comply with his wishes.

You had gone back to the train and told Enobaria and Brutus, eyes spilling hot tears when Enobaria pulled you into her arms, hands stroking your hair. At least she was kind.

Brutus, however, was not.

His boisterous laugh rang off the walls of the train, your eyes peeking out from Enobaria’s embrace to glare at him.

“Let me know when you start, sweetheart,” he smirked, a scowl overtaking your features.

You had been waiting to get him back, to show him that weren’t a little slave for his disposal. Finnick understood your rage, more than any other person could.

He wanted to kill Brutus just as badly as you did.

No one else asked any questions, and for that you were grateful.

And then the screaming started, and you jumped to your feet, eyes frantic and scanning the area.

Whoever it was, they were screaming for Katniss, and rather brutally as well.

And off she took. You were the fastest, so you caught her first, arms around her shoulders to steady her, but she kept moving, screaming back to the voice.

She stopped abruptly, and shot an arrow into a large black bird that was flying over your heads.

The screaming stopped immediately. And then it began again, this time, it was the voice of Mace. And you felt the blood drain from your entire body, legs suddenly shaking and threatening to go out.

The words he had screamed to you before you had slit his throat were wrapping around your body, swallowing you whole.

“Y/N! Please! Y/N!” You were running then, the screaming getting louder and louder, tears streaming down your face as you tried to escape it; the horror that would haunt you forever.

“It’s not real, they’re jabberjays!” Katniss assured you, running behind you, trying to catch up.

You saw Finnick and Johanna’s faces ahead through your blurry vision, and you sped up, Finnick’s arms wide for you to run into.

But it was a force field, and you collided right into it, falling to the ground in a heap of tears and painful memories.

You covered your ears, head digging into the ground to stop the noise, but it wouldn’t stop. You wailed, and Finnick was hitting the force field, which he was standing on the direct other side, but there was no avail.

He was screaming for you, to look at him, listen to his voice. But the field was soundproof, and he had to watch with a heavy heart as you sobbed, the sounds of the person you betrayed all those years ago the only thing you could focus on.

Finnick’s hands were all over you, smoothing down your hair, checking your face, helping you stand.

Peeta was doing the same with Katniss, the both of you having tear-stains down your cheeks and dirt smudged into your cheeks.

You were frozen solid, eyes big and wide, legs slightly shaking. You had never felt worse about something than what you did to Mace that dreadful night. His screams haunted your dreams, and to have the Gamemakers play into that weakness reminded you just who the real enemy is.

“Y/N, look at me,” Finnick’s hands were on the sides of your face, pulling you closer to his protective figure.

“It wasn’t real. It wasn’t him,” he shook his head lightly, your lips still quivering from fear.

You could only muster the strength to simply nod, telling him that you knew, but the Gamemakers were cruel, so cruel, and they had hit you right where it hurt.

Just as you were beginning to regain your usual automatic-kill mindset, a small box flew down, straight into your hands.

Everyone gathered around you, curious as to what could’ve been sent.

You knew Enobaria would have your back, and considering the sponsors this year were based upon what you had left over from your games, you were lucky. You had a large pot of donations under your name, not needing much assistance when you were in your first games.

You screwed off the top, being met with a small vile of Crave Cure, the very concoction that she had sent you during your games. It came with a note reading: remember who the real enemy is. I’m always rooting for you. - Baria

That assured you of Enobaria’s stance, likely scheming with Haymitch and Plutarch behind the scenes, ensuring your protection by Thirteen.

Finnick smiled next to you, Johanna calling out with happiness.

“Finally!” Johanna cheered, axe thrust into the air.

You even broke a smile, suddenly distracted from the traumatic experience you had just endured.

You looked up, seeing the confused looks on Katniss and Peeta’s faces.

They would’ve never heard of Crave Cure, it was the most expensive thing a mentor could send their tribute, and required many sponsors. It was usually only sent to the Careers, both you and Finnick had received it during your games.

“Crave Cure,” you spoke, Katniss’s eyes meeting yours.

“One drop on your tongue and it cures hunger for 12 hours,” you smiled to them, picking up the vile.

“Enobaria is a saint,” Johanna spoke, watching as you dropped a tiny bit of the brown liquid onto your tongue, a content sigh escaping your lips.

Beetee went next, then Finnick and Johanna.

Katniss and Peeta stood awkwardly to the side, not knowing to approach or not.

“Oh, enough of that! We’re allied, aren’t we? Take a drop,” you urged, placing the vile into her hands.

Peeta nodded, and that seemed to be all the convincing Katniss needed before mimicking your action and gagging when she tasted the fluid.

You laughed at her expression, a light-hearted tease. “Not the best, but it does do its job,”

You figured you had really won her trust, considering how she walked next to you during the hike to the big tree.

The two of you talked about your families back home. You complimented her dedication, to protect her little sister.

She had killed your Cato and Clove; the two you had spent hours coaching, assuring they’d be okay in the end. Words you had needed so badly during your games.

Through talking with Katniss, you realized no one deserved to win as much as she did. She was selfless, willing to sacrifice herself for both her sister and Peeta, placing herself as a protector, not a victim.

And then the peace you had all been building crashed down, Katniss suddenly retreating from the trust you all had built after Beetee offered she go with you and Johanna.

“Why can’t Johanna and Y/N go? I’ll protect you with Peeta,” she spoke, and you met Finnick’s gaze. You read the fear in his eyes, knowing this the was now or never moment.

“Katniss,” you spoke, hands resting on her shoulders.

“You know who the true enemy is,” you whispered, holding her intense eye-contact.

Her eyes softened at your words, everything seemingly clicking into place. With a nod, you grabbed her hand, and pulled her with you and Johanna.

A look over your shoulder to Finnick, and a nod. Your eyes said it all: I love you. I’ll see you soon, once we are safe and out of the Capitol’s hands.

You and Johanna halted your movements, stopping Katniss as you did.

“Stay down,” Johanna instructed Katniss, grabbing her arm.

“What-“ Katniss was about to scream, and you could not let that happen.

You grabbed her face with your hands, eyes frantic for her faith.

“You can trust us,” you whispered, barely loud enough for the cameras to pick up on.

But the raw emotion in your eyes calmed Katniss, giving Johanna the opportunity to cut the tracker out, Katniss’s arm beginning to bleed heavily.

“It’s alright,” you soothed her, your arm out to Johanna, waiting for the inevitable sear of pain.

And then it came, and you placed your body over Katniss’s not allowing her to get up and try to attack.

But then you spotted Brutus over the rock, his hard eyes staring straight into yours.

“Y/N,” Johanna warned, watching the familiar fire begin to brew.

You were up in seconds, sword in one hand, knife in the other, running up the rocky hill. The pain in your arm was masked by the rush of adrenaline you ran high off, killing spree — if you will.

Johanna grunted in anger, but she knew not to expect anything different from you.

“Do not move,” she instructed Katniss, picking up her axe to follow you.

You had reached Brutus quickly, pouncing onto his back and driving your sword straight through his abdomen.

He cried out in pain, blood soon coating your legs that wrapped around his waist.

You pulled the sword out, taking the knife to his neck. He was dead in seconds, the familiar canon sounding throughout the arena.

After registering what you had done, images of Katniss flooded your mind and you internally cursed yourself, rushing back to the spot you had left her and Johanna.

Johanna was back to your side, but Katniss was no where to be seen.

“Fuck!” You cursed, sprinting back towards the tree where Beetee, Finnick, and Peeta were.

She had likely gone back to protect Peeta and kill Finnick, and you were not about to let that happen.

Johanna tried to keep up with you; but even with a gushing arm and slit leg, you were fast. Much faster than anyone else.

“Finnick!” You screamed, feet pounding against the hard ground, propelling you towards the tree, where you watched Katniss aim her arrow straight at Finnick’s head.

Beetee was on the ground, and you crouched, feeling for his pulse. His heart was still beating and you hovered over him protectively, in case Katniss decided to turn around and fire at you too. Which seemed very likely.

You watched as Finnick said something to Katniss, obviously resonating with her, the bow slightly lowering.

“Johanna! Give me your arm!” You swung around, panic-struck and searching for the familiar face.

And you saw her a few feet below, trying to climb the vines you had mounted with ease.

You looked between Finnick and her, torn as to which to try and protect. You knew Finnick would hold his own, so you turned back around and began to move for Johanna, quick feet avoiding possible injuries.

But just as you were in grabbing-distance of her, Finnick’s voice rang out, screaming, “Get away from that tree!”

A crack of something echoed around you, and you turned wildly, trying to figure out what had just happened.

Then you understand what Finnick had meant, a loud crack of lightening rained down and sent you flying, reaching for Johanna as you flew past her, her terrified eyes meeting yours.

The last thing you remembered was being pulled up into the air by a large claw, head and limbs limp as you were hoisted up; sword still secure in your palm, a protection habit you had picked up since your games. You always needed to be armed, after all, life was the arena.

You awoke to the sound of a heart monitor, steady beeping lightly calming your high-alert nerves.

You winced sitting up, large bandages wrapped around your forearm and thigh.

You inspected your surroundings, two empty mats in front of you, and Katniss sleeping to your left.

You stood, hushed voices on the other side of the door that reached the ceiling of the craft you were on.

You looked for a weapon of sorts, not willing to go in unarmed. On the other side of the empty room was your sword, glimmering and coated in blood.

You walked over to it, legs sore and aching, the familiar metal calming against your palm.

The door immediately opened as you approached it, Haymitch and Plutarch’s widening as they spotted your weapon of choice clutched in your ruthless hands.

But it dropped to the floor with a loud clatter when your tired eyes met Finnick’s, a relieved smile coming over your features.

You rushed to him, throwing yourself into his arms. His lips met yours halfway, melting into his strong hold around your body.

The two of you fit together perfectly, like you had been made in the same mold.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him tighter to your already close bodies.

You poured all your pent up feelings into the kiss, all the feelings you had suppressed since the fight that had ended your relationship.

It was the most relaxed you had been in the whole week, since your name was plucked from the bowl of living victors.

His lips moved against yours as he squeezed your hips, hands feeling everything they could, to ensure that it was in fact you, and you were alive and safe in front of him.

You pulled a part, a grin across your small face.

He smiled back, but your bliss was interrupted from the clearing of a throat behind you. You spun around, eyes meeting the expectant ones of Haymitch, Plutarch, and Beetee.

The look on your face said it all. And Haymitch nodded, validating all the thoughts that had been running through your head.

You were safe, headed for the secret hideout of Thirteen. All was okay.

You almost began to laugh thinking about how the Capitol would react, their Angel and Darling being two of the biggest conspirators in a rebellion. How ironic.

And Katniss was on the ship, you had successfully carried out your tasks.

“Where’s Johanna?” You asked, a smile still dotting your face.

Finnick’s composure broke, and your heart dropped, realizing the obvious.

“No, no, no, no,” you began to back away, spine hitting the hard metal of the table.

“I went after Brutus, I didn’t cut the tracker… fuck! Oh my god, Finnick, oh god,” you began to dry-heave, accepting her capture as your fault.

Finnick’s hands were on your biceps, steadying you and pulling you back into his chest.

“Johanna and Peeta are in the Capitol,” Plutarch spoke, your worst fears being confirmed.

“It’s all my fault,” you groaned, head in your hands. You had killed, hunted, and tortured. But the idea of a friend’s death being on your hands hurt more than any of those ever did.

Haymitch spoke reassuring words behind you, but Finnick’s hold and the idea of betraying Johanna was all you could focus on.

How would she forgive you? Was she alive? How would you ever cope if she wasn’t, and it was all your fault? Of course, you let the murderer take over, and went after Brutus.

Finnick’s arms soothed down your back, keeping your grounded as you were flooded with grief, with the heavy weight of betrayal.

Johanna and you were close friends, you were supposed to protect each other in the games. She had protected you, always by your side, and you neglected to do the same.

“We’re going to try and rescue them as soon as we can,” Haymitch said, even though you all knew that might be an impossible task.

And then Finnick slipped his hand into yours, fingers curling around yours and softly rubbing your knuckles.

You composed yourself, closing your eyes as you took in a deep breath, regaining focus on just your interlocked hands. Finnick always knew how to relax you.

All you had wanted initially was to get out of this quarter quell alive, to return home to your big mansion and family. To hug them again, to prove to the Capitol that they could take everything from you, but they couldn’t kill you.

But now, you realized that all had been in vain. Where you really belonged was here, holding hands with Finnick, discussing how you were going to break your friends from the Capitol’s mean grip.

You’d die for him, for them. You’d flap your wings once more to ensure they’d all live.

When Katniss first volunteered for Primrose, you hadn’t understood how she would sacrifice her life for another.

But now you knew, and you knew you’d do it too.

You finally had something to live for, someone you loved, who understood all that you had gone through better than anyone else.

Life was the arena, and if it came down to it, you knew the angel would sacrifice herself for the darling.

**

[mehiwilldoitlater]

What would Crocodile think of a s/o who has an owl pet?

We know that crocodiles have a certain soft spot for animals. It's not pretty vocal about it since it's not an important detail for his life, but he has his own moment as an animal lover (the dog, the birds, the bananawani, etc.).

It's not an important trait, but knowing that his S/O cares for certain animals or shares the same interests as him is definitely a good point. 

You have great knowledge about that small ball of feather, a sign that, despite the fact that it was your first actual owl, you were prone to keep and care for it. You even had the chance to make your house chick-proof! He would never admit it, but that small thing was utterly adorable—with those big eyes that followed everything around it, those small jumps that it made when it tried to follow you around the house, or when he started to hold it in his big hand and it just started to make some small sound to express its content.

Wow, it reminds him of you...

And after two years, that thing, just your split image, completely changed from what he remembered: it was menacing, those talons were able to rip off a finger, and it could even creep people when it lurked around.

"What did you feed it, uh? Human corpses?"

You kept petting the bird, scratching his head near the small feather that gave the idea of some horns. The creature still liked to be petted and somehow still tolerated the presence of the warlord, unlike you.

Crocodile, sitting on his chair, just raised his hook, inviting the owl to get closer. Once on the metal, the bird started to look around, moving its feathers and cleaning them from the dust of the tent.

"Magnificent... It's a great example, my dear."

You just scoffed at the compliment, but on that, he was right. Brutus was your joy and pride.

Crocodile got back to work, but he kept the whale near him.

[houseofmouselove100]

Disney Villains "It's Our House Now" Music Video

The song of villains in movie mickey mouse house of villains

The villains took over the house of mouse and locked the heroes, princesses, allies and ect in the kitchen

In the song lacking in villains

Shere khan from the jungle book

Lady tremaine from cinderella

Evil queen from snow white

Scar from lion king

Madame medusa, Mr snoops brutus and Nero from rescuers 1

Percival mcleach and janna from rescuers 2

Claude rollo from the hunchback of notre dame

Aunt Sara from lady and tramp

Ratigan from dectetive mouse

Commander lyle tiberius and helga sinclair

Shan yu from mulan

Governor's ratclife from pocahontas

Sheriff of nottingham, captain crocodiles, rhino guards and sir hiss from robin hood

Bill sykes with roscoe and desoto from Oliver and company

Yzma from emperor new grove

Coachman, honest john and gideon from pinocchio

Lefou from beauty and the beast

Brer bear and borrar fox from song of the sour

King leonidas from bedknobs and broomsticks

More ghost from haunted mansion

Claytoj from tarzan

Its good and awesome song 3 days left until Halloween

[discordantwritings]

Random Scenario 11😊

*Crocodile introduces reader to the adult Banana Gators*

Reader: Wow!! They're huge!!

Crocodile: *Petting one* This is Brutus.

Reader: *Pets his snout* Hello Brutus!

Crocodile: *Walks away* I want you to spend some time with them, let them learn who you are so they never try to take a bite out of you.

*Crocodile looks back to see her surrounded by the adults*

Reader: *Giggling and scratching under Brutus' chin* Who's a good Gator? Who's a big scary chunky Gator?

*Brutus has his eyes closed and lets out a low rumble, another gator nudges her*

Reader: Oh, you want some scratches too?

Crocodile: *Amazed*

Buggy: you shouldn’t be surprised they did that to you too

Crocodile: I hate when you’re right

[pupsicle-paws]

Wanted to share my kin list!

Note: I am a polytherian, holotherian, suntherian and ahumam. I also name my types/kins for convenience and fun!

I am okay with being referred to as [an] alterhuman if you wanna be vague! :)

Overall, I am an alterhuman and identify fully as a werewolf. I do not identify as being human whatsoever

Theriotypes;;

Julius - Golden Shepherd

Rover - German Shepherd

River/Brutus - Grey Wolf

Atlas - Coyote

Ember - Red Fox

Symmetra - Golden Maine Coon

Aurora - Snow Leopard

Rajah - Tiger

Serene - Cottontail Rabbit

Silo - Fallow Deer

Paris - Shire Horse

Gatsby - Big horn sheep

Tex - Aardwolf

Jesse - Red tailed hawk

Cerberus - Salt water crocodile

Rifle - Eastern diamondback rattlesnake

Paleotheriotypes

Sparrow - Dakotaraptor

Storm - Allosaurus

Therianmythic-types (aka more feral than otherkin)

Reaper - Dragon

Coldstone - Black crested Buzzard Eagle gryphon

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Otherhearted (debatable)

Shark (between leopard shark and tiger catshark)

All/Any reptiles

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Fictionkin

Rainbow Dash - MLP

Lucario - Pokemon

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Other/misc

Cryptidkin[ic]

Misanthropic

Zoochosis

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I would also like to mention;;

I have suspected [clinical] lycanthropy (waiting a diagnosis) which does interfere with my life and sense of self but not my identity. I do also identity as a werewolf, but it is separate from my lycanthropy. I want to make that clear!

Although this can change in the future, even tho lycanthropy is a psychiatric disorder and not an identity, for the time being, they are indeed separate.

Also! Detailed flag list!

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[devilsrecreation]

Disney Crocodile Appreciation

We got Tick-Tock (Peter Pan), Captain Crocodile (Robin Hood), Brutus and Nero (The Rescuers), Makuu, Kiburi, Nduli, Tamka, Neema [canonically unnamed], Pua, and Hodari (All from the Lion Guard)

Hodari’s there cuz honorary crocodiles count

[bymiar]

Oh yes, I'm alive

*inserts a Vectilla fankid*

The design still doesn't convince me, but I'll let you see it in case anyone wants to give their opinion 👉👈

(and yes, I had Argyle and Boom Vector as inspiration)

[defjux]

i'm looking for albums/artists that are similar to one or more of these albums i've been listening to recently, does anyone have any recommendations? i know it's a long shot and there's a few different genres on here, but i've been searching for a while and haven't really found much that stratches the same itch. anything that's similar to late era glassjaw, hiatus kaiyote, fleshwater, deerhoof, or yves tumor would be especially sick but general recs are appreciated too. here's the full list:

Glassjaw - coloring book

Yves Tumor - Heaven to a Tortured Mind

fleshwater - We're Not Here to Be Loved

Brutus - Nest

Hiatus Kaiyote - Mood Valiant

Alvvays - Blue Rev

NNAMDÏ - Please Have A Seat

Stereolab - Emperor Tomato Ketchup

Chelsea Wolfe - She Reaches Out To She Reaches Out To She

Bruno Pernadas - Those Who Throw Objects at the Crocodiles...

Genesis Owusu - Smiling with No Teeth

Cities Aviv - MAN PLAYS THE HORN

Cibo Matto - Stereotype A

The Callous Daoboys - Celebrity Therapist

U.S. Girls - In A Poem Unlimited

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Omnium Gatherum

Gouge Away - Burnt Sugar

Mike - Burning Desire

Gospel - The Loser

Mei Ehara - Ampersands

Melt-Banana - Fetch

Jeromes Dream - The Gray In Between

KNOWER - KNOWER FOREVER

Deerhoof - Milk Man

Liv.e - Girl In The Half Pearl

[oya-oya-okay]

I have a sebek headcanon that randomly came to me and I wanted to share it but I don’t have anyone to share it to so hope you don’t mind!

Sebek comes from a huge family, like a bunch of cousins and stuff. Inspired by the fact there are so many crocodile Disney characters. Like tic-toc croc (peter pan), Brutus and Nero (The rescuers) and Captain Crocodile (Robin hood). Honorable mention to Louis who is an alligator (princess and the frog). And those are just the ones with names/important roles!

Love your art and Azurido Soulmate au❤️

OOOH MY GODDD MY DEAR AND SWEET😭💗💓💗💓💗💓💗 I'M SOOOO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY!!😭😭😭😭

AND WAAHHHHH😳💕💕 Damn, that sounds really awesome! I like it! It really makes sense~!!🤩💗💖💗💖 REALLY GOOD

ALSO TYSMM~~💘💘 I'm very happy that you like it!!💗💗💗

[lea-andres]

I should take the "Carlisle accidentally spilled a cursed bottle of ancient ink and unleashed an ink vomiting zombie epidemic on a city" throwaway line Team Cerberus likes to casually drop on people and turn it into a horror AU where poor Team Chaotix get called to deal with that ("You're paying us, so I'll guess we'll try to help, but HOW DO YOU EXPECT US TO FIX THIS???") and the chaos puppies scramble to fix it before the detectives find out it was them.

Cue Brutus and Dinah both trying to seduce Espio in a panic because they're not 100% confident on whether or not he's gay so it's safer to toss a guy AND a girl at him to see which sticks.

Meanwhile Carlisle's like "Yeah, okay, you two do... That, I guess. Meanwhile I'm gonna ACTUALLY fix this.", And proceeds to start building plans to nuke an entire city.

There's no braincells to be seen here.

(BTW, no... Espio isn't straight in my lore, by ANY means, Brutus has negative game and couldn't even reel in a plastic fish stuck to those toy fishing poles.)

[meow--or--never]

Witchlight characters described by someone who is a second-hand member of the fandom (idk the difference between canon and partner's headcanon)

@scary-spaghetti-enjoyer

Torbeck:

- Straight jacket

- Sad

- Wet skrunkly meow meow.... thing(?)

- Idk what they are

- Owlbear? Homebrew? Bugbear? Kobold with a hair condition?

- Experimented on in past

- Little spoon (rip Frost's eyes)

- Based on looks alone, they're either very smart or very insane

- I think they look like a swell fellow :)

- "[Torbeck] look like if you do so much as breathe a single molecule on them theyll disintegrate into a small puddle of tears"

- "they look like they make the laminated sheet wobble sound unprompted and constantly"

- I originally was using he/him for them, but then I copy/pasted the tumblr meme and thought they/them fits them, so personal hc time

- Idk I just like characters that have gone through so much hurt that they no longer feel like they have a gender or romantic/sexual orientation (projection)

- I know nothing about what experiments happened to them, but either way the scientists probably weren't nice and probably referred to them as an object or something

- Maybe it/its, but only if you're close and they trust you

- I JUST REALIZED BUT THEY KINDA LOOK LIKE LUDO'S (LABYRINTH) WEAKER LITTLE SIBLING

Morning Frost:

- Tiger (of the gay variety)

- Dating Torbeck (gay)

- Wore suit to autistic test (gay)

- A (gay) sorcerer (I thought he was a monk??? Or at most a fighter?? Apparently he's not though, the (noncanon(?)) temple thing he went to was not for monk)

- "This is my boyfriend Torbeck, and this is Torbeck's boyfriend Gideon."

- Chronic pain (especially in his knees)

- This is a personal hc but I feel like he's either GNC or just dresses feminine every-so-often :3

- Breaks the laws of big cats and purrs

- I looked it up and tigers can communicate with their ears, so I'm imagining he wiggles them lots when happy

- I think Brutus told me this, but I also saw that tiger saliva is antiseptic, so he can literally kiss all better

Gideon:

- Married to Kremmy (Idk if this is canon or not)

- Hot (Fire genasi)

- Hot (I've seen fanart)

- Probably a fighter or barbarian

- I think he looks like Hellboy kinda

- He also looks like if my human AU version of Remus Sanders (Sanders Sides) was a demon

- So I can't help but think "Dumb stupid himbo🥰" whenever I see him

- Everyone else has an angsty thing, so this is from my own thoughts, but he probably has body/muscle dysmorphia

Kremmy:

- Has cane

- Rich looking

- Crocodile (or alligator, idk)

- Lets Frost use cane when his knees hurt extra

- I have no clue why, but I think he's an artificer or something, idk

- Maybe a rouge, because his fanart gives con-man vibes

- I want to look it up, but I must stay strong (so my partner can tell me instead:3)

- Angsty thing: he has no lips how he gonna kiss kiss :(

Gricko:

- When in doubt (Grico or Griko) use both (Gricko)

- "A single [dad] who works two jobs, who loves [his] kids and never stops"

- "The reason I've always felt so outcast in my friendgroup is bc apparently they're all in a polyamorous relationship and i didn't know"

- Commitment issues (canon)

- Idk anything else

- Whenever I imagine him, I just see Nott the Brave from Critical Role (has never watched her campaign)