#canine intervention

[6toru]

hi! I would be down and to see you write something with Dr. Ratio or Boothill. I was thinking something like hate s£x or dub con. Everything is fine...Have a great day tough either way <3

*ੈ✩ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. boothill x fem!reader, smut (mdni), cyborg fucking (his cöck is real tho), hate fucking, public sex, rough sex, pussy slapping, squirting, degradation (reader gets called whore & slut), explicit language / dirty talk *ੈ✩ 𝐖𝐂. 1.7k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. thank u for the request anon! please enjoy <3

Now, he knows pretty damn well how strong of a word 'hate' is, and he's pretty damn sure you're the epitome of the one thing he hates — that was the fucking Interastal Peace Corporation. Mission after mission, as if fate is against him, he always manages to cross paths with you; staring up at him teasingly with that coy fucking smile — coming up to him for one reason, and one reason only. He's honestly surprised as to how persistent you are despite his constant circumvents from the IPC's interventions.

"𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋, Boothill." You chime the cowboy's name, making fearless strides towards the cyborg with a piece of paper in your fists, and the other IPC staffs follow suit. Luckily, with his sharp vision, he caught wind of what the contents were in said paper, and of-fucking-course it had to be his wanted poster.

"The hell do you motherfuckers want?" The galactic cowboy raises an eyebrow, staring down at you with a look of scorn plastered across his face.

You tap the wanted poster lightly across his metallic chest, giving him the same coy smile that he's grown to hate. Right, hate. He fucking hates how dry his mouth gets whenever you pull this sort of shit. Just what exactly did you do to tamper with his system? Though, he decides to shrug those useless thoughts off his brain, as he stares down at you with a pointed look in his eyes, and a dry, disinterested chuckle escapes his lips.

"You know what I'm holding in my hand, right? Turns out, you're now wanted for deliberate acts of sabotage against IPC facilities and posing a serious threat to universal public property safety. Got anything to say to that?"

"The IPC deserves all the shit that's coming to 'em," replies Boothill, sparing you a toothy smile laced with venom all whilst adjusting his cowboy hat. You continue to stand your ground, raising an eyebrow towards the male.

"You're wanted," you firmly state, shrugging your shoulders. "Whether you like it or not, you're coming with us. I let it slide multiple times before, but the higher ups are getting rather impatient."

"Give the fuck up, Sapphire or whatever the fuck gem you are. I ain't going anywhere with you IPC shits." The silver-haired man retorts, "I didn't go with you then, and I ain't going with you now."

"If ya keep persisting..." He digs a hand inside his pocket, slowly drawing out his gun. "Then, I challenge ya to a duel. if I win, you gotta let me go again. how's that sound?"

Immediately, your henchmen draws out their weapons. You raise a hand up, signalling the men to lower their weapons. Heaving a sigh of chagrin, you roll your eyes. Crossing your arms, a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. "Fine, Cowboy. I'll entertain you one last time."

"If fighting's what you really want, then let's duel." You say, drawing out your weapon. "Though, don't blame me for what's about to come next. I won't go easy on you this time."

The exact words you had uttered are immediately shoved back down your throat when you find yourself pressed against the cool, brick walls along the isolated alleyway; both your weapons are splayed across the concrete, and your little mewls of wanton are muffled by the surprisingly soft plush of his lips. He bites down your lips softly, though it's enough to draw a small amount of blood due to his sharp canines.

"Hey, hey. Don't you care about your little henchmen hearing those dirty noises you're makin' right now, sweetheart?" Comments Boothill, and it's almost as if he's sneering at you – only, if it isn't for the way your walls clench around him so deliciously; making him nearly just as fucked out as you are.

Each rock of his hips sends you closer, and closer to cloud nine. You didn't know exactly how your due transitioned into fucking, but you're too fucked out to even care. The lines between that of hatred and arousal has long since been blurred.

He's supposed to hate you. For god's sake, you're part of the corporate he fucking despises — the very same corporate that reignited his need for revenge and destruction; the very reason as to why he became the way he is now. You're in the fuckin' IPC, but for fuck's sake! But, there's simply no denying that he's getting immensely high off of your pussy, and he can't bring himself to stop. Oh, how he loves the way he can easily wipe that coy smile off your face, only for it to be replaced with that of desperation and pure ecstasy.

"O-Oh fuck, fuck, fuck... Ah! Y-You're so f-fucking deep!" You stammer out, and when he resumes his relentless pace — your lips immediately latch onto his neck, biting at the cool metal plate that coats his flesh. If he continues to fuck you at this pace, you're convinced he's going to destroy you. With the way he's fucking you, it's beyond human.

"Where'd all that venom of yours go? Hm?" Boothill hums against your lips, swiping his tongue along the outlines of your lips; coating his tongue in crimson. "Ya told me moments before you wouldn't go easy on me. Be honest, you wanted this all this time."

With one strong thrust of his hips, the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, and your body jolts forward. A sharp, pathetic yelp escapes your lips as your hands immediately reach towards his shoulders for support. Albeit, as pathetic as you appear beneath his larger frame, shocks of arousal travels straight down to his cock, so much that it almost becomes sore. It almost makes him want to fuck you with thrice the fervour.

A shit-eating grin begins to tug at the corners of his lips, and maybe you would have smacked it off if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s fucking the living shit out of you.

"You dirty fuckin' slut," hisses the male in between staggered thrusts, "can't even deny it too, huh? Hah— Wonder what your higher ups are goin' to think once they realize that their little IPC agent is nothin' more than a cock hungry slut for the wanted guy on the poster."

"Mm — Fuck, fuck. Ngh." You're barely coherent with your words, the climb to your release is inching closer, and closer.

A sharp sting emanates from your swollen cunt, and Boothill repeats the motion once more — placing light, yet firm smacks across your sensitive clit all whilst thrusting his cock inside yours like he's a fucking madman. He clenches his jaw, his brows furrowed as he relishes in the way your pussy squeezes on his cock like a vice.

"Answer me, slut." He orders, his warm breath fanning over your neck as he licks a long strip along your collarbone to your jaw. Without thinking, you lean your head back, giving the cyborg male more access to the spot. Waves of pleasure hits you like a truck when you reach your high for the second time, your juices spraying all over his cock and abdomen along with a shaky moan that slips past your lips.

"F-Fuck you," you manage to gasp out, sending him a death glare following his cruel ministrations. "Y-You... Mmh– You're so fuckin' mean..! Ah!"

"You're sayin' all that, but your pussy's beggin' me to stay." He rasps, his low, baritone voice hitching at every thrust he ruts into you; the little groans that falls past his lips effortlessly inches you closer and closer to your release, and the volume of your moans merely increases.

"Shiiiit," the word rolls down his tongue, his mouth hung open as he revels in the lewd sight before him. "You love bein' fucked by a cyborg man that bad, hm?"

Clenching his jaw and furrowing his brows, the male hoists you up in the air in one swift movement; anchoring your legs with his herculean arms, and when he thrusts his hips back into yours, eliciting a loud, uncontrollable squeak to fall past your lips. You didn't expect him to reach deeper, but he fully surpasses your expectations. Trembling beneath his touches, you swear you're this close to coming for the third time.

"Admit it, sweetheart. You lost." Boothill hums, though his breathing remains hitched – perhaps, even more so with each thrust he plummets into you.

"Shut up," you retort, and a small moan follows, and you fail to realize the small beads of saliva trailing down your lips; viscous like honey. "T-This wasn't... Mmm... part of the duel."

Shit. The sight's enough to get his dick twitching, growing more and more desperate for release.

"Ya do realize how slutty and pathetic you're lookin' like right now?" He huffs out, a guttural chuckle rumbles from his throat. "Besides – Hah, fuck. You think you can still fight right after I'm done with you?"

You bite your lip at his words, "What if I don't wanna?"

"Say it," orders Boothill, "admit I won, and I'll give you exactly what you've always wanted. If not, I'm gonna leave you high and dry, and I have no problem doin' that."

He eventually slows down with his pace, and his eyes slowly trail down your face; relishing in the way your face scrunches in pure ecstasy, your lips quivering as you attempt to mask your strong dismay at his words.

"You asshole..."

Your fingers travel up towards the back of his scalp, running your digits through his silver locks before giving them a harsh tug; eliciting a harsh hiss from your supposed nemesis. "The fuck was that for—?"

"D-Don't you dare fucking stop, Boothill." You hiss at him, cutting him off. It almost sounds pathetic, nearly coming off as a sob as you desperately rock your hips closer to his. Tears are stinging at the corners of your eyes as you begin to ramble off. "Fine, you fuckin' win! I don't care anymore, just make me come!"

Despite being stuffed full with his dick, you're still aching for more. Boothill nearly cums at the sight, but with the little self-control that remains within him, he relents.

"What about the higher ups?" He teases you, his warm breath fanning over your ears before he begins to nibble on the skin with his sharp canines. "Didn't you say they were... rather impatient?"

"I'll..." You try to utter, but another moan threatens to slip past your lips and you gulp, breathing shakily. "Mmm... I'll tell them to be more patient."

"Good girl," he praises you, digging his fingers deeper into the plush of your ass, "just exactly what I wanted to fuckin' hear."

"Fuck," you sob, "Just fuckin' give it to me, 'm so, so close. Please."

"Oh, don't you worry." Boothill hums at you, grinning. "I'll reward you generously."

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[witchofthesouls]

There's so many variations of "Things about Humans/Things Humans do that gross/creep out the Transformers". What would they find interesting about humans that we may not necessarily think much of? Hair is definitely up there I'd say.

That humans can't see their own stripes since they are only visible under ultraviolet light.

They're called Blaschko lines, and they're as unique as fingerprints. They can be visible with skin disorders.

Some people can figure out their pattern if they have a tendency to freckle from sunlight. Others claim they figured theirs out by following mole placement.

So Cybertronians would be absolutely fascinated by humans walking around with their markings and completely boggled that they can't see them. At one point, they thought flannel, zebra stripes, cheetah print, and other fun patterns were some sort of fashion statement along with their Blaschko lines. Cybertronians thought it was abstract art that delighted some and infuriated others because of incongruent matches.

Hair wouldn't be too strange to them as long, thin strands of wires were a fashion statement and a status symbol at some points. It's just that human 'fur' doesn't fulfill its primary function of warmth. It's the secondary functions that humans fuss over. Some hairstyles are absolutely wild to them, like the pouf style of Marie Antoinette's era with ships and bird cages with live specimens.

Cybertronians are rightfully concerned over humanity's collective urge to adopt dangerous fauna as pets or to keep in their household. Canines and felines are popular, but so are reptiles, arachnids, avians, and sea predators. Humans have no fangs, claws, or exoskeleton, but they feel compelled to take poisonous, venomous, and/or proficient hunters into their arms.

Humanity's history of agriculture and culinary explorations are multi-tiered mental fuckery mazes. It brought many mechs to tears trying to trace the impact of the cabbage family across the world. Fungi is another field that the less is delved into, the better their mental health. (Who!? Who the Pits came up with Hákarl!?)

What's really fascinating about human biology is just how resilient they can be. Sure, they can squish one with their foot, but humans manage to figure out how to survive without major organs with medical intervention, which is far more metal than some other organic species they deal with. What's really gross-curious is the extent, like how a bone graft will attempt to match the skeleton of its new host or how their resiliency can backfire with medical conditions, like autoimmune diseases and cancers. (Teratoma was a freaky thing to them. An unwanted extra mass that could grow teeth, bones, and hair within it!?)

Food intolerances confuse them. Especially since individuals with lactose intolerance have no fear of any culinary deity. Whatever sins committed is a wretched pact between that human and the toilet.

Another confusing aspect is the constant debate of a soul among humans. Popular arguments are the heart, stomach, and brain/mind. Meanwhile, the Cybertronian 'soul' isn't a philosophical debate. It's a physical reality with their spark.

[anthurak]

Something I’ve been thinking about when listening to ‘Crooked’ is how Ozzie seems to really relate to Fizz with lines like ‘I think you’re messy but I’m messy too’ and singing about his own ‘crooked heart’ and how he finds Fizz’s imperfections beautiful.

And I think this could get really interesting if Asmodeus and the rest of the Sins are fallen angels just like Lucifer. I mean imagine what Ozzie’s sense of self-image is like if he was an angel who left or was expelled from Heaven and took on this new form in Hell?

Like we’ve always wondered why the Sins look the way they do, particularly in contrast to the demons they seem to rule over. Asmodeus rules over the succubi and incubi yet is this multi-headed fire-rooster, Beelzebub rules over the hellhounds yet is some mashup of a fox/canine and a bee, and now Mammon rules over the shark-demons yet is some weird spider/pine-tree thing.

What if the reason they all look like this is the RESULT of them being Fallen Angels? Specifically, the result of their expulsion from Heaven? What if this is the whole reason for them being ‘embodiments of sin’ in the first place? What if it was all originally intended as a PUNISHIMENT by Heaven for whatever transgressions they may have committed? Something meant to ‘curse’ them when they fell.

In which case, I think it’s all too easy to imagine why Ozzie empathizes, relates and connects so much with Fizzerolli and his struggles. Because Fizz is going through a struggle likely all too similar to one that Ozzie may have gone through, what ALL of the Sins likely went through after their fall. Expelled from their home, having their bodies massively changed and told it was BAD. And I think Crooked shows how Ozzie coped with it: By embracing what he had become and finding the beauty in it, something that he now uses to help Fizzerolli, showing that there is no shame in all their crooked, messy imperfections, and that there is even beauty in them.

And I imagine that ALL of the Sins did more or less the same: They embraced and OWNED this ‘curse’ Heaven sought to ‘punish’ them with. Embraced these ‘sins’ they are supposed to embody and made them their own. It’s why Ozzie and Bee are able to express this very positive interpretation of Lust and Gluttony respectively. As a way of making a new life for themselves and also probably a big ‘fuck-you’ to Heaven.

Now that’s not to say that ALL of the Sins were able to do this in a positive manner, Mammon being a clear example. I imagine that as we are introduced to the rest of the Sins, we’re going to see more of a range of positive and negative ways they’ve chosen to express the ‘sin’ they embody. Like even Asmodeus has been shown to have had his hang-ups on Lust and Love being exclusive, leading to him keeping his true relationship with Fizzerolli secret.

Though it’s clear over the last couple episodes that Ozzie isn’t worried about that anymore.

And I think that in particular is REALLY interesting, because it implies that the Sins aren’t actually bound to a particular way of indulging. Rather, the way they express their ‘sin’ is not by compulsion but by CHOICE. Which I think puts all of the Sins’ actions in a pretty interesting light.

Like it means that Mammon being this petty, skeevy, manipulative asshole isn’t some grand, nebulous ‘Embodiment of Greed’ thing, but rather simply a Mammon thing. The product of his own personal issues and hang-ups. Which also weirdly enough implies that there’s hope for Mammon. The possibility that he doesn’t HAVE to be this way. Admittedly it would almost certainly take a (pardon the pun) HELLUVA family intervention to have a hope of making that happen, but you never know. It would certainly be in keeping with the themes of the show.

All in all, I’m finding more and more the possible backgrounds of the Seven Sins to be VERY compelling. Not just for ‘The Lore’ reasons, but because it further develops the Sins as characters. It takes these monstrously powerful and ancient beings and shows them to be far more grounded and, for lack of a better word, human than we might give them credit for.

[princessbrunette]

Just thought about Spiderman!JJ affected by the Venom suit feeling the urge to visit shy!reader in the middle of the night 🤭

the venom suit bringing out mean!jj??? i’m hooked.

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there’s something different about him when he arrives at your window in the pouring rain, the darkness of your apartment doing little to illuminate the figure you recognised as him sprawled on your fire escape. you’re quick to yank him inside, not even caring when your thin little silk night gown gets splattered with rain drops.

“are you okay?” you breathe, your hands on his strong arms as you attempt to eye him over the best you can in the dark of your living room.

“oh, better than ever, sweetcheeks.” you can hear the smile in his voice before he yanks his mask off, fluffy head of blonde hair popping out into shape almost comically. he didn’t seem injured, minus the slightly bloody cut on the corner of his mouth. he’s still grinning, and as your eyes adjust on his glinting canines you catch the glimmer of dark red blood staining his gums, evident he’d been in some kind of tussle.

“did you get into some kind of trouble tonight?” your voice is quieter, concerned and you gently lift your quivering palm to cup his cheek, wanting to turn his face to get a better look at him from the light of the window. his face is cold, and where he’d usually lean slightly into your touch— he doesn’t move, just continuing to stare you down with an expression you hadn’t seen him wear before. hungry, slinky, smirky. you remove his hand on instinct for some reason, and take a step back. “jay you’re being weird.”

“am i?” he asks, beginning to walk you backwards. “‘cus i told you already that i’m feelin’ great, princess. what, you’re not digging the new suit? i’m hurt. thought you of all people would be the first to notice.” your back hits the wall, and he closes in on you— lips curled up fully once he tongues at the cut on the corner of his mouth. his hand leans against the wall beside your head, and you’re trapped. “y’know… seein’ as it’s totally clear how bad you want me to give it to you good. think i didn’t notice? s’cute, like actually.”

your lip quivers at the humiliation, eyes filling with tears as they flicker between his. it’s then, you drop your gaze to his suit and finally notice the lack of colour. where a vibrant red and navy blue would usually illuminate against him, there was simply black in its place. your brows knit together.

“you’re… not you. somethings happened. you’re different — you’re worse.” you try to be brave, but the sentiment seems to irritate him, his hand shooting out to grip your jaw.

“ouch. s’not very nice of you, mama.” he tilts his head in faux sympathy. you’re frozen, staring up at him — half in fear and half in shameful arousal. as if sensing this, he chuckles — warm breath wafting over your lips with how close he was. if jj was finally going to kiss you, you wasn’t sure if you wanted it to be like this.

as if there had been some kind of divine intervention, there was a crash — sounding like it came from a few blocks away, followed by yelling and sirens. his pupils dilate further in curiosity and he turns his head a little, spidey senses honing in on the source. finally, he pushes off the wall— eyeing you down once more.

“yeah, uh— gonna have to cut this short.” he strolls to the window tugging his mask back on, slinging a leg out and sitting on the window sill before turning his head to face you. from this spot of your dark apartment, his silhouette was illuminated by the lights of the city behind him. “should really start lockin’ your window, cupcake. might let in unwanted spiders.”

with that, he swings off into the city— leaving you wondering who or what that was.

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[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Honda e:Ny1 Paw-S, April 1, 2024. Honda is launching new car boot technology designed for pets, launching with a dog variant. This vehicle entry activation system allows your dog to access the car boot, and a plethora of canine-friendly amenities, without owner intervention. Features include:

Sat nav, with alerts for nearby parks and woodland areas.

A contact list of their canine pals for impromptu playdates.

Climate control for maximum canine comfort.

Walkie-talkie feature for communication with the driver.

ISOFIX points for dog harness attachment.

A Honda-branded collar.

Recessed spill-proof bowl holders.

Honda’s Pet Activated Wireless System will be available for other domestic animals in the next six months, with optional extras catering to cats, rabbits and pygmy goats launching first due to popular demand.

[vacantgodling]

PARAMOUR CHAPTER 1: WEDDING PREPARATIONS

WIP: the fall of galere book 1: PARAMOUR

SUMMARY: an hour before the ceremony that will wed hyacinthus shrapnel to The Keeper of Chateau aux Aisles D'or, he receives an unwanted, but unfortauntely necessary visitor.

tw(s): implied murder, mentions of character death/patricide, a lot of footnotes lmao.

There were many preparations that one must think about to host a proper Galerian wedding—arrangments thankfully made without the bride to be, Hyacinthus Shrapnel’s, input.

He hadn’t had to go through the priests and clergy to secure an auspicious Temple for the ceremony. No, the prominence of his bridegroom was a weight hefty enough that it was preemptively arranged to be lofted to the most grandiose of heights: The Sanctuarie D’Orage¹, in its main, intimate nef². He hadn’t had to gather or oversee the étoiles or poisson³ to rehearse, nor even send out the illustrious invitations to announce his union with the head of the chamber, and perhaps true lord over all Galarian society even above the reagent, The Keeper of Chateau Aux Aisles D’or. The only responsibility that Hyacinthus had, in fact, in the undertaking of this grand occasion, was the procurement of his wedding gown and making sure it was presentable to his personal liking. A truly arduous task, as red was never his favorite color. 

Thus, here he sat, on the precipice of his wedding march, staring down the gown he’d purchased on his elder sibling’s dime with the same glower of hate that a chained dog bore towards it’s master. He had been painstakingly pampered for this occasion: a long bath run, with milk, honey, and all the usual exfoliants; his long, luxurious black hair was steamed, straightened, freshly trimmed; his nails gilded with pure gold… the list goes on. And as a denizen of the chapel applied powder and lipstick to his handsome, dark, chiseled face—entrée was granted to one he wasn’t particularly looking forward to seeing. The one who was the mastermind behind this betrothal arrangement, and the one who’s money Hyacinthus had no qualms about spending like water: the eldest of the damned and wretched children of one long dead business vulture Clematis Gunn—Vermassen⁴ Tagetes Gunn de Beneaux.

Their own weaseled wedding to the fifth prince of Galeré had taken place only several years prior to this date, but the royal manner of their current state was definitely going to their overgrown head. Hyacinthus scowled when they pulled back the curtain to reveal themselves, even more, perhaps, when he noticed the two flutes of bubbling champagne ferried in their gloved hands. 

“Come now Cinthy, don’t look so delighted to see me.” 

Sarcasm dripped from their treacherous tongue, disguised by the visage of a sinister, mustache-laden smile. They strolled leisurely across the room, easily elbowing the church denizen out of their way without a single thought. The poor girl stumbled, but she said nothing; knowing to yield to her betters. Tagetes set the champagne down on the vanity before Hyacinthus. 

“Even after all the trouble I went to procure you some liquid courage.” 

“I should think it’s poisoned, knowing you.” Hyacinthus sneered, but Tagetes only chuckled, and caught their younger brother’s chin in their hand. 

“Careful little dog; do not fully sever the hand that feeds you with those golden teeth.” As if queued, Hyacinthus bared his teeth at Tagetes, the golden hue of his canines glinting in the dimmed light. “Were it not for my intervention you would be left to the streets. Some gratitude for my interference is in order, yes?”

Hyacinthus yanked his jaw away, glowering further still—yet wisely, perhaps, said nothing. Neither to thank them, nor deny the accusation; he instead let his gaze wander away to the gown awaiting his figure to wrap around. 

“This isn’t my style.” He said. Tagetes followed his eyes, laughing softly. 

“No, I suppose you’d prefer to wear a white ball gown enmeshed with gold. Shoulder pads too, of course? Not that you need any help accentuating your shoulders—they are quite broad enough as is.”

If Hyacinthus was one to do so, he’d have upturned his nose. But he simply said, “It’d look less tacky.” 

“I hardly think it looks tacky—it is tradition. Even I wore such a gown on my wedding day.” 

“The tackiness of your own gown was in mostly due to whom was wearing it.” 

Tagetes tutted darkly. They gestured back towards the champagne that they bought. “Drink some.” 

“I told you—“

“And if I drank some first?” Tagetes gingerly plucked one of the flutes of champagne from the vanity and drew some of it from its glass prison—only until it was nearly half. Then, they set it back down again.

“The other as well.” Hyacinthus remarked. Tagetes shook their head. “You truly think I want you dead, Cinthy? With all the effort I have furnished in you? Truly, if I wanted you dead—you would be.” Still, Tagetes obliged and gingerly lifted the second champagne glass to their lips. As they sipped at it, Hyacinthus murmured, “Such as father, I presume.” 

He received no answer for that; though he needn’t one. Anyone who looked closely enough at the dynamics of the Gunn family knew that Hersieur⁵ Clematis’s death was no accident. Who was responsible for it… anyone’s guess. But if Hyacinthus had to bet money—and he was not of a gambling sort—he would put money on Tagetes. 

The saccharine smile he received for his accusation was sinister enough as it were.

Once Tagetes had leveled the second glass to equal fullness of the first, they set it back on the vanity before Hyacinthus. 

“Tell me, dearest brother, does this glass of champagne appear to you as ‘half empty’ or ‘half full’?” 

Hyacinthus scoffed and stood abruptly from his chair, sweeping towards the gown that he ought to have donned by now. Seeing as it was their cue, an assortment of servants scurried to his aid; first affixing the tight, red bodice that pushed his pectoral muscles up as a proper bosom, tying its laces tightly so it would not come undone. Next came the garter and stockings, then the first layer of skirts—a sighing orange color akin to the sun at dawn, growing increasingly deeper in color with each layer until the heaviest and most saturated top layer was laid over the underskirts. A beautiful vermillion in color, adorned with delicate golden beads like stars dotted across the entire body of the skirt, tapering off into golden flames that licked the bottom hem, to mirror the sun’s rays. 

As one servant affixed the veil, Tagetes saw it fit to continue; “If I were in your shoes, the glass I have presented to you is best viewed half full.” 

“I know you well enough to smell your schemes, Tagetes. I have no interest in being grateful for being a pawn.” Hyacinthus rolled his eyes, stooping gracefully in a near curtsey so a shorter servant could fuss with the laying of his bangs. “The streets.” Tagetes rebuttled with a sing song voice. “I could’ve easily married you off to an old, decaying lord, with old, dying money. You would struggle to find a richer husband than The Keeper. Nor one so well connected.” Tagetes’s dark eyes were practically gleaming when they said, softly, sinisterly, “The Keeper is more than your botched birthright should even afford you.”

“Shut your fucking mouth!” Hyacinthus snapped, but it was easy to see how the words gnawed at his skin. He shooed the servant attending him away roughly, casting them to the side like a wet rag. 

“Now, now.” Tagetes tutted. “Behave Cinthy. I can’t afford to have you mess this up.” 

“I should strangle you within an inch of your life.” Hyacinthus snarled. 

“But then you’d lose access to your pretty dowry. Think of the storeroom I’m sure your bridegroom has.” 

“Money is—”

“Worthless? Perhaps. But with your expensive tastes, I doubt you believe that.”

“You—” Hyacinthus was cut off by the loud chime of bells overhead; The Sanctuarie’s clock tower alerting all of those far and wide in La Castra that it was nearing the auspicious hour—the time of the wedding to be spoken of for years and years to come; another Union of The Keeper of Chateau aux Aisles D’or—head of The Chamber, who benevolently ruled all of Galeré, even above the reagent themself.

“It seems as though the curtain’s draw is upon us.” Tagetes astutely observed. When they turned their eyes back to Hyacinthus, the look within them made something with Hyacinthus wither. 

“I do mean it. Behave. At least until the curtain falls. Remember your glass.” 

As quickly as they’d come, they swept out of the room, leaving both flutes of champagne on the vanity, and with a final wave of adieu, they were gone. Perhaps out to the nef, or perhaps to mingle. 

Hopefully to hang themselves, Hyacinthus thought.

But there was no turning back now; within the hour he should become a wife—whether he wished it or not. He regarded the two champagne glasses before him. Then seeming to make a sudden decision, he grasped one in his hand and downed it, without much other preamble than that.

FOOTNOTES:

¹ = Sanctuaire D’Orage or Temple of the Storm is the largest temple in all of Galeré located in the center of religious leadership La Castra. It is a large, foreboding structure with a catacombs underneath and stretches high into the clouds as though it were trying to touch the sun. It features the largest statue of The Shepherd in the country.

² = nef — referring to the central most part of a church or temple; ie: a nave.

³ = the étoiles and the poisson are the bride and groom’s wedding precession. in a Galerian wedding, there is no such thing as a maid of honor or bridesmaids/male equivalent—the bride is to take the role of the Sunset and the groom the Ocean. in old Galarian folklore, the earth was made via the union of the Sunset and the Ocean, and so traditional wedding garb is reds for the bride and blues for the groom. the étoiles and the poisson represent the stars and fish present at this union, and in a wedding they dance before the bride and groom as they enter horizontally, then meet at the central altar. the bride is accompanied by The Moon who leads them to the altar, and the groom is accompanied by The Coral who leads them to the altar.

⁴ = a Galarian honorofic, referring explicitly to a married wife. Husbands and Wives are not gendered in Galere; for husbands simply are breadwinners and managers of the external household affairs and wives are the managers of finances and the internal household estate. Hyacinthus Shrapnel, once he is wed, will become a wife as well.

⁵ = a Galarian honorofic, referring explicitly to a married husband.

[neetily]

I know you just started playing but I have to get this thought out of my mind

I think March gets off on you crying. Not in distress, of course, but not completely prepping you so you sniffle and whine at the sting of him pushing in for the first time

Biting at your chest or thighs until you whimper and try to push his head back, sinking his teeth into your shoulder one last time before leaning up to kiss it better

Having you sit on his lap and fingering you for ages until he gets a broken sob of his name and he’s spilling into his jeans without you having to do anything

i might have just started playing, but i've already maxed out olric and march's current hearts before the end of the first month, so you need not worry hehe <3

march absolutely gets of on making you cry. thinks you sound just sooooo cute when sniffling and huffing sweetly, look so pretty with those big fat tears clouding your vision— enough so that you can't see just how fondly he smiles down at your cute display.

loves to keep you on the edge, mixing pain with pleasure to appease his more sadistic side. i think he's a little masochistic too, sure, but there's just something about those times he can finally gain a one up on you, as opposed to forever being the end of your sunshine attitude, y'know? pinching at your nipples while fucking into you just to make you squeal a little louder, threatening to chomp down on your sensitive skin with his teeth hovering over your neck, canines grazing against your sweet spot every time he rocks your body up and down his cock. never doing any more damage other than light nips; but he just can't help himself! you squirm so nicely on the end of his cock when he bites on you, travelling his tongue down to your tits, giving you light pecks and nips all over your bouncing nipples.

he's always sure to kiss you all better anyway! slaving his tongue over every little mark and indent that's left in his wake, keeping up the brutal fucking pace to contrast how gently his lips have grown— it makes the final cheeky bite against your shoulder all the sweeter, right?

and you can't blame him for the way he acts anyway, you're just so pretty when struggling, when you're relying on him like this. edging you for as long as he sees fit, hand down your pants inconspicuously— almost bored with it, y'know? a tsundere through and through, maybe he's not even paying full attention to your wobbly lips and choked sobs, busy with paperwork or something as he's knuckle deep in your begging cunt. so puffy and red and sore, ain't she? all because he's too mean to let you give in, no matter how much you beg for release, he's waiting for the broken wail he knows will eventually come. fuck, and he tries so hard not to show just how much your tear stained cheeks get to him, how his throat dries at the sight of another few rolling down to your open moaning mouth, rock hard erection twitching incessantly under your wiggling ass; it's no surprise that he ends up turning his underwear all sticky white when you finally gasp a cry of his name and he gives you what you so desperately need.

he absolutely adores when you're needy without much intervention too. seeking his attention without much prodding, pretty little pout begging him for some affection. and he knows that you're trying to seduce him, which makes it even sweeter when he denies your advances and makes you wait for it. pretending not to know what you're after, humming in faux thought as if the way your thighs rub together in front of him wasn't telling enough. god, he just loves the way your face scrunches up in displeasure, brows furrowed and lips bitten before him, like you'd do anything for a good dicking down in the moment, y'know? the power he feels coursing through him; there's nothing like it.

he's just so mean sometimes </3 knows what he does to you, tries to hide what you do to him. loves the back and forth, but most of all, loves knowing that he's making you feel good enough to have you sobbing.

[vibratingskull]

"Could I request a one-shot where Thrawn has feelings for reader/you and makes things go so that the two can be alone?" - @straighteye-cartoonfan

Thrawnxgn!reader

"... We will need to intercept them before they reach the nebula."

The grand admiral Thrawn is once again exposing his genius plans before the battle and you're diligently noting everything on your datapad. You've become very quick at typing, which saved you more than once when it came to reports. One could say you don't pay attention, barely raising your head from the screen but on the contrary, you're never as much focused than when you're typing. 

"If they ever were to reach the nebula, we will send the Flensor and the Shyrack after them. At the same time the operations on Tyrahnn will continue. Governor Pryce you could go on the terrain to supervise the troops, Admiral Konstantine you will aide her from orbit, commander Faro you will guide the Chimaera to Tyrahn, and Skerrys I want you and your pilots ready for an intervention at any given time .”

You’re typing at the speed of light, not losing any crumbs of information. You finally raise your head from the datapad to observe the chiss. You had so much admiration for him, for his genius. The fact that a non-human achieved such a high rank was a testimony to his talent and hard work and it inspired you to work even harder and give yourself at 200%. You hug your datapad against your chest, eyes on the blue man finishing to give his orders.

“You’re dismissed.”

You stay quiet, not knowing what to do. Everyone got their orders and headed towards their duty but he didn’t mention you. Speechless you look at him unmoving, waiting for his next words. You knew your duties very well but he specifically asked for your presence at this meeting, you assumed he had special orders for you too. 

“Captain (y/n)...” He says looking at you.

You straighten your back, ready for anything to be thrown at you. He observes you in silence a moment and you can’t discern what his gaze mean, you squirm uneased. 

"Come with me."

You release a breath you didn't know you were holding. He's not angry with you, what a relief. You follow him to his office where some refreshments have been brought. You sit down on the chair he designates to you, still hugging the datapad. 

"I noticed you tend to note everything down during meetings." He starts. 

"Yes ! It helps me with my memory." You laugh nervously. 

You know he values competences over everything and confessing this little weakness makes you a tad uncomfortable. 

But he shakes his head with a grin, leaning against the desk, close to you.

“I could use those reports you write. You should give them to me so I can keep a tab on all that is said during those sessions.” His tone is low and soft, almost fondant.

You frown, you thought records existed for that very reason. But it not your place to question a Grand Admiral. What he wants you will give to him.

“Of course, Grand Admiral. At what address should I send them?”

“You will put them on a datacard and come give it to me… each… evening…” He answers, detaching each word. He’s fully towering you, devouring you with his glowing eyes.

You must have hallucinated because you thought you saw him lick his lips. That’s silly of you, of course he didn’t.

“As you wish, Grand admiral.”

“Indeed. As I wish…”

You look up at him.

“I’m sorry?” you inquire with innocence, or is it naïvety?

He smiles, flashing you his canine for a second before walking away from the desk and circling you. Suddenly the light lowers in a subdued atmosphere and holograms of pieces of art start lighting up. 

“Tell me (y/n), what do you think about art?”

Ah, yes! Art! His favorite fancy. You don’t have to think too much.

“Well I’m far from being an expert but I’m open to having my horizon broadened. I do like art if it is what you're wondering.”

He reappears with two glasses of Chandrilan ravaa, handing you one with sparkling eyes.

“Oh (y/n), we have so much to talk about…”

@Bluechiss, @Thrawnalani, @justanothersadperson93,

@al-astakbar

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic March 23 – prompt 23: Blood-Replenishing Potion – word count 689

Blood-Replenishing Potion - Replenishes the taker’s blood if they have been injured and lost blood

It had been an exhausting week. Normally Remus’s exhausting weeks were around a Full, with the hunger and the anger mounting up until the night the wolf got out, then the slow process of recovering from the transformation and the injuries. The full moon was two weeks away still, but they had been studying Werewolves in DADA that week and he just wanted to crawl somewhere and never come out again. All those hours hearing the professor teach them about how dangerous he was and his classmates asking more and more questions had really felt awful. Of course, the rest of the Marauders had done their best to disrupt the lessons, collecting a fair amount of detentions, asking silly questions to make him laugh or playing pranks on everyone. Even Lily, who usually fumed at their antics, had very seriously interrupted the professor asking if the Ministry of Magic had really never thought to sit down and decide the best course of action with the Werewolves and not only spout laws and restrictions without even involving them. Lily didn’t know about him, and he had appreciated her intervention even more. And now they had a whole essay to write about how Werewolves were in fact the most dangerous of all magical creatures. He had toyed with the idea of not turning in an assignment for the first time in his life, but at dinner Sirius had leaned towards him.

“Room of Requirement later on?” he had whispered in his ear. “We can get the bloody essay out of the way and then we’ll do whatever you want.”

“I don’t even have the will to decide what I want after a whole week of hearing how dangerous I am,” Remus had muttered.

He had agreed all the same, and was now pacing back and forth in front of the seventh floor wall. He got through the door as soon as it appeared, and closed it behind him with a sigh. It wasn’t the first time they met there, as probably most Hogwarts couples did (sometimes he wondered if the Room simultaneously created multitudes of smaller rooms for all the couples that needed privacy at the same time), and he had gotten used to the cozy bedroom in which he was now, with an endless supply of tea and chocolate by the fireplace.

“Pads?” he called.

“Here,” Sirius slowly got up from the armchair.

Remus swallowed. His boyfriend was barefoot, tight leather trousers hanging very low on his hips, a red dressing gown hanging open from his shoulders. His dark hair was slicked back from his face and his teeth looked different.

“What is this?” Remus asked as Sirius got closer.

“Essay research,” Sirius smirked. “Apparently another magical creature is as dangerous as the Werewolf, if not even worse.”

“Vampire?” Remus said, noticing Sirius’s sharpened canines before his eyes dropped again to his naked chest .

“Exactly. And I think,” Sirius’s hand wrapped itself around Remus’s tie, pulling him forward, and he lowered his voice. “A Vampire can tame a Werewolf any time he wants.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. Because you will be very good and let me take care of you until you forget this whole week.”

Sirius’s tongue licked a strip on Remus’s neck and his breath caught. There was a tug on his tie.

“Are we agreed?”

“Yes. Please,” tumbled out of his mouth way too fast.

“Good,” Sirius smirked, before tugging Remus to the couch. “Sit.”

Remus obeyed, warmth pooling at the base of his spine as he faced Sirius’s hipbones and the tattoos appearing over his waistband. Sirius cradled his cheek with his free hand before placing a single finger under his chin to raise it.

“Told you a Vampire could tame a Werewolf,” he whispered before straddling Remus.

Remus whimpered as his hands jutted to Sirius’s waist to drag him even closer while Sirius bent down and licked his earlobe.

“And what do Vampires do?” he asked, but it came out more like a moan.

“When I’m finished with you you’ll need Blood-Replenishing Potion to recover,” Sirius whispered, starting to suck on Remus’s neck.

[barrenclan]

horses can have sharp teeth, theres two sets of sharp teeth they can have in the spot in their mouth thats usually toothless. wolf teeth and canine teeth. its more common in male horses. also horses will occasionally eat meat or anything they think is tasty.

so what im saying is definance shetland ponies :)

Wouldn't someone miss their Shetland ponies? I feel like people would look for them. I try not to include any animals in Defiance that would actually threaten the group's existence via human intervention.

Horses would be good in Defiance, though. If you found your most murderous horse.

[dottie-writes-haikyuu]

Crash Landing

This is part 13 of my fic Not Everyone Survives (But I will do the Best I Can). More info and other chapters can be found here.

After a crash landing, victims must adjust despite being disoriented, and learn to move on. Or, simply learn to move once again.

Keiji was a mess. He had been able to put together a good front for the rugrats but aside from that, it was clear he was in distress. He couldn’t sleep alone, but he couldn’t go to sleep without patrolling the inside and outside of the base, and he woke up in the middle of the night crying. He slept with Kuroo some nights, then Kenma and Yukie other nights. Sometimes he slept with Lev, or Konoha, or Yaku. He woke up, calling for Koutarou, and then sobbed when he realized that his lover was not there, guilt consuming him.

In his defense, it wasn’t just him. Kenma had to be wrestled away from work, Kuroo was running on autopilot to avoid thinking about it too much, Kai and Eve were inseparable and angry, and everyone was just… not themselves.

“We’re having an intervention,” Kaori announced. “Before one of you does something idiotic, or actually loses it.”

They were all sat in the conference room, and Tetsurou could feel Keiji trembling next to him. But he was always shaking, even more so since Bokuto had been taken.

Kuroo was only mentally checked in because this was different from the code he’d programmed himself to follow. Kenma’s hands were twitching and Tetsurou reflexively passed a puzzle gadget to the blonde, who caught it. With his hands at work, Kenma looked a little more present.

“Messenger has Bokuto. We can’t do shit about that right now. But having collective mental breakdowns won’t help either.”

“What else are we supposed to do?” Kai questioned.

“Plan for when we get him back. And what we’re gonna do to them for taking him.”

“They’ll expect us if we try to get him this soon after they’ve taken him,” Kenma pointed out.

“And Messenger’s artillery isn’t something to mess with,” Lev added reluctantly.

“So, even though we don’t want to, we have to let him stay there for a while so they stop expecting us,” Konoha said, his voice quiet. Keiji’s eyes snapped over to the other.

“Are you insane? You’re seriously considering letting him stay there? We don’t have a clue what they’re doing to him, or if they’re gonna kill him, or—“

“He said he’d give him back. But not until after whatever they’re trying to do,” Kenma interjected. “We just don’t wanna wait. Which is reasonable. But if we try to get him now, we risk our safety and his. Just a few more months.”

Maybe, if God was real, he was just testing them all. How fucked up. Keiji opened his mouth then closed it. His tremors got worse. Kuroo decided against speaking.

It was, ultimately, Keiji’s decision. They all were looking at the short ravenette, probably waiting for him to speak. Tetsurou squeezed his shoulder.

“We’ll, uhm…we’ll wait, then.”

“What are we gonna do when we get him back?”

“Let’s wait until we get to that point,” Konoha said quickly. Lev nodded along.

“Yeah, let’s worry about that when it’s time to worry about it. We’ve got…more than enough to worry about right now,” Yaku said with a small sigh.

“Yeah. I just…” Yukie trailed off. “Let’s just focus on keeping things afloat until we get him back.”

“We’ll get him back,” Eve said, nodding to herself.

—

Subject 8’s experimentation was going well. Some of the desired characteristics were already showing up, and it was hardly fighting recently. The glowing eyes had already started manifesting, canines sharpening.

Things were going as they should be. They could truly begin with Project Savior soon. When he walked into the lab that morning, Subject 8’s eyes snapped up to look at him, and maybe he was smiling a little too widely because a startled hiss jumped out of the other.

Huh, that was a new ability. It looked shocked, itself.

“Oh, no need to be upset, now,” he said, and its brows furrowed. “What next, you’ll be roaring at me? Like some sort of monster?”

It gave no reply. It never did. He didn’t need it to.

He wouldn’t be observing today, as there were things to do. But how intriguing.

“That wasn’t something we gave you. You developed that on your own. You’re becoming less human by the day, aren’t you? Will Torch even want you back when we’re done, then?”

He let out a small chuckle when Subject 8 frowned.

“I— they’ll come for me,” it said defensively. “And I’m still human, just…a little different.”

He scoffed. “Let’s go with that.”

“They will come for me.”

“Then why haven’t they? We’ve had you for a month and a half. Why didn’t they come for you right after we took you?”

A growl. He laughed.

“Oh, wow! And you say you’re human?”

Hinata shook his head, shrugging. 

“No matter. Project Savior will succeed.”

He started for the door, then turned to tilt his head at Subject 8.

“You will save all of us. Human or not.”

—

It was nighttime when they came. Koutarou flinched, and then there was beeping and his collar loosened and there were voices shushing him. A click of a lock, then the cuff on his right wrist opened and the chain fell to the floor.

“We’re gonna get you outta here,” one of the voices whispered. A rugrat. “This is fucked up.”

“Wait, if he catches you—“ he started, being shushed again.

ItHe could kind of see the rugrats. There were seven. Another approached him and removed his collar, grimacing at the burn scars that were definitely there. Meanwhile, his other hand and his feet were unchained.

“Don’t make a sound. We gotta pass by Captain’s room to get out.”

He nodded, and they exited the lab. It had been so long since he’d seen anywhere outside of the lab. He crept along behind the rugrats. How funny, his life was now in their hands. He was being led by rugrats, instead of rugrats being led by him.

How funny that he needed saving.

He caught sight of the door and felt his heart leap. Was he really about to go home?

Did they still want him there?

Of course they did. Shouyou had just been trying to get to him. Keiji would always want him. Even with his newer features. The others, too. They needed him. That was irrefutable. Or, he hoped so. He was so absorbed in his thoughts, moving on autopilot, that when they finally reached the door, he was a little startled. Then it clicked.

He was going home. He grinned, an excitement he hadn't felt in months filling his veins. He suppressed a purr, still unused to the sensation. A nudge had him sprinting, and then he heard a yell behind him.

“You traitors, all of you!!! If he gets back, I’m going to kill every single fucking rugrat in this base,” Shouyou’s voice shrieked. “Tobio, go reactivate the fucking collar! I am not letting him get away.”

Shit, shit, shit. His breath picked up and he ran faster. He was unarmed, it was dark, and he was so, so far from base. The moment the collar activated, it was game over. He would either scream so loud that mutants would find him, or maybe he'd just be burned to death by the voltage. He couldn't go back, though, that would most certainly yield consequences too and then those rugrats’s efforts would be in vain. So he ran, quicker than he ever had gone before. Was it adrenaline or a result of experimentation? 

He wondered if this was how deer felt, back when there were deer, being chased by something they certainly could not outrun but running anyways. Did he even remember the way back to base? It had been two months. He was only running, with the hopes that he would make it there. Away, he needed to get away. He had to get away. Maybe Keiji was still trying to save him. Maybe he'd run into his lover while he was running, his lungs contracting and expanding quicker and quicker. Air began to burn as desperation filled him. A desperate hope that clung to him, clawed at him.

He felt the collar flicker back to life and his breath hitched, heart stopping, and then it started.

—

The screams were likely heard for miles. Subject 8 was immune, so Shouyou was in no rush to retrieve it. Maybe the burning electricity combined with getting maimed again would teach it a lesson, before the executions tomorrow. Seven rugrats. Seven. Shouyou was fuming, saying all of these thoughts into the air between them.

Tobio watched the ginger pace back and forth, the faint shrieks of agony heard even at base. His boyfriend’s hands were trembling and he'd never looked so maniacally angry. He looked like he was losing himself. Tobio hardly recognized him.

“Shouyou. We should go get him–”

Those eyes snapped over to him in fury and he quickly corrected himself.

“It. Before they kill it. Or before the collar does. The voltage is higher, now. It's not meant for extended use.”

“Then, change it,” his lover gritted out, something akin to disdain in his voice. The ravenette flinched at the tone, wringing his fingers together before going to do just that. At times, even before the experimentation started– even before Hinata learned of Bokuto’s immunity –there would be moments in which Kageyama truly didn't recognize him. He acted different, almost as if he didn't recognize Tobio either. Just another thing he was mad at, that wasn't doing what he wanted it to do.

He wondered if Hinata loved him during those moments.

When they finally retrieved BokutoSubject 8, it was trembling, bleeding, and the distinct stench of charred flesh filled the air. Tears streamed down its face and when they arrived it let out a fearful hiss, scrambling away as best it could as it heaved another sob, shaking its head desperately.

“Kei…Keiji,” it sobbed, curling in on itself. The collar was still going, and it scratched at the object weakly, wailing. Tobio opened his mouth, uncertainty worming into his heart for the first time since this had begun. Well. The second time. The first execution had been the first. So he was maybe going to say something– perhaps Shouyou would listen to him –when the ginger spoke first.

“Pathetic.”

And with that he doubted himself. So he simply nodded, though he disagreed, wringing his hands together instead.

“We should…get it back to base. Before it…”

For a moment, he saw Shouyou– his Shouyou –glance toward him in concern, but it was quickly replaced by agitated confusion. A quick kiss pressed to his lips by a stranger, then the ginger moved to haul up Subject 8’s trembling form. Immediately it shrieked, writhing and clawing at him in a desperate, blind attempt to get away. He sounded more animalistic than human, each desperate cry bordering on primal, and Tobio put a hand on Hinata’s shoulder. The ginger backed away and Tobio crouched in front of Bokuto. He kept his voice soft, gentle.

“Hey, hey, the only way I can make it stop is if you let us take you back,” he tried, and got a purely distraught whine in return. The other yanked at the collar again, trying and failing to stop what was probably destroying his skin right now.

“If you come back, I'll let you have one message to Keiji. Alright? Collar will turn off and we’ll fix you up, get you back in your head. But you have to come with us.”

Those hazy eyes looked up at him and watered.

“Keiji…”

Delusional, maybe, from all the pain, the man latched onto him.

“Make…make it stop, Keiji, please, please I'm sorry they found out I'm sorry,” came the broken sentence which gave him pause.

However, playing along was likely best. So he willed himself not to stim and instead soothe a hand down Koutarou’s back.

“I will, don't worry. Just let us take you back.”

A nod, instantly. With that, he carefully hauled the larger man up and they began their trek back to base, Tobio soothing little whines and growls along the way the same way he may sooth a child, or one of the strays he used to take in before the Crumble.

“You'll be alright, Kou,” he murmured, the lie sticking like glue between his teeth before coming out silky smooth.

“We’ll be alright.”

Previous Chapter

[doberbutts]

There’s a show called Dog Intervention on Netflix that focuses on Canine Intervention. The trainer is Jasalah Leverette. Are you familiar with this show or trainer?

No, I don't watch any dog trainer show. I find them to be grating at best and dangerous information at worst.

[dogandcatcomics]

#repost @mc.contemporaryart Mirza Cizmic (Helsinki, Finland, b. Bosnia, 1985-). I am a fan of the frequent canine and feline interventions in Cizmic's paintings.

[biclow]

Lyconelle, From the greek Lycos, skin walkers, their second form is usually a wolf and has a canine-feline-like behaviour. Their first form is the one of a young woman.

Legend has it that these creatures were born by a mysterious forest deity, designed to act as a companion. Some said their creation is a sign of divine intervention. Though some claimed they were simply mutants born from magical experimentation.

Many individuals, including humans, may want to capture or hunt this create because of their perceived loyalty and obedience. They are intelligent and social creatures. Valuable as guards, hunters, personal companions or incubators. They're prized curiosities for study and experimentation.

Identification: Slender, lithe build, with a smooth and youthful appearance. Fine features and may appear fragile. Long, flowing hair in a variety of colors - usually colors not commonly found in nature.

Their eyes are their most striking feature, glowing with an intense, unnatural color, resembling that of a cat or some other nocturnal animal.

Abilities: Enhanced night vision, supernatural speed, agility, reflexes and senses. Mental and emotional connection to their mate. They can assume the form of one animal, particularly nocturnal predators.

Weaknesses: Lycos aren't particularly strong or resistant. The shape-shifting ability is limited to one form. Wolfsbane and mistletoe is a toxic plant that can cause confusion, vision problems, paralysis, and seizures. Moonflower fragrance could be used to soothe or allure, pacifying the creature.

Baits: Raw meat, fruits, berries, mead and wine.

Ownership: Bonding requires building trust and creating a strong emotional connection by offering shelter and food, showing affection and companionship. The sign or mark that indicates the bond is made is a unique mental connection, often described as an unspoken understanding. The creature will display physical markings and behaviors that are specific to the bond. Belonging can only be broken by death.

Breed: They have the ability to accommodate and support the development of various species' fetuses, acting as a universal incubator. Their womb is a complex network of chambers that can adjust to the needs of the eggs it holds, creating separate environments for each species' development. This unique feature enables it to bear multiple eggs at once, with different levels of development. Their unique biology ensures that all offspring produced are pure-blooded, inheriting a perfect blending of both parents' unique traits without any dilution or intermingling of other genotypes. Their newborns are often smaller than the average.

[biteybelgian]

God May Forgive, But I Won't

Nikola's steps echoed through the dimly lit Undercroft, the cool air a welcome relief after the oppressive heat of the past week. Despite the change in temperature, his human form felt cumbersome and awkward, a stark contrast to the fluidity he experienced when shifting into his true state.

As he navigated the shadowy passages, Nikola's human body felt slow, and he couldn't shake the sensation of being encumbered. The tightness of his human form made each step feel heavier than it should, and the limitations of a bipedal stance left him yearning for the grace and agility that accompanied his natural state.

He found himself in a perplexing predicament as he navigated the intricacies of his newfound existence. Despite being a canine, his contemplative nature led him to question the mystical origins of his transformation. He couldn't help but ponder the possibility of cruel divine intervention. Was this all a result of his past misdeeds catching up with him, a peculiar form of godly retribution.

Despite lacking the intellectual depth of a human, Nikola's canine instincts still harbored a sense of belief, as he continued to navigate his world with a blend of curiosity and acceptance. Suddenly, a hand touched his shoulder, interrupting his silent musings. The touch triggered a reflexive response, and Nikola swiftly pulled away, his body tensing as he turned to face the person behind him. Amber eyes, normally keen and observant in his canine form, now scrutinized the man before him.

"Apologies," Nikola mumbled, his voice carrying an undertone of frustration. The belgian shook his head, acknowledging the inadvertent collision. "I should have been more careful," he admitted. "Being stuck in this form sometimes makes me clumsy. I usually don't maintain it for long unless need be." Nikola gave a tight-lipped smile, the struggle evident in his expression. "Human bodies... so troublesome, eh?"

@quincey-morris-usa

[speedyartist30]

Botw AU: Divine intervention pt 2

It was a nice breezy day at Highland stable, not a single cloud plagued the sky and the sun shined proudly over the land. Too bad the travelers were to busy caught up with their gossip to notice. Jay sat crisscross on the floor as he counted the rupees he earned from his monster part haul he sold earlier this morning. But he kept breaking concentration when gossip on the Royal family kept surfacing.

With twitching ears,Jay eyed the stablehand chatting with a older traveler who looks to be buying a bed for his stay, but got off topic and started talking about the Royal Family.

Traveler:“I heard the princess is making another trip to Faron again. Looks like she’s finally taking the calamity seriously.”

Stablehand:”yeah, I heard from a fella down the road that she’s headed for the spring of courage. I think they sent knights down here last week to make room for her just in case she decides to stay here for the night.”

Traveler:”Really, I guess his majesty is starting to feel uneasy with his daughter’s lack of progress. I personally think he’s not being hard enough on her if this many years went by without any news of her power awakening. While she stays hauled up in the castle with the Royal guard us common folk have to work ourselves to the bone just to keep the monsters off our backs.

Jay rolled his eyes, he knew the princess has the power in her, he saw it. He also wished the traveler stopped talking as if he knew what was going on.But he couldn’t be too mad at the traveler, Jay has heard rumors of a knight shortage in castle town and they where recruiting you men to join them. Times are getting tough. Clicking his tongue,Jay dropped his currency into his bag and began walking out the stable, he wanted to clear the path before the princess arrived to make her trip easier.

Traveler:”Oi! You heading out Jay? Safe travels!”

Jay gave a shy smile and waved as he went down the path to his home, Faron woods. He hummed a old song under his breath while he passed by upcoming travelers. He got side tracked on his way and picked up a few flowers that he could use to make elixirs and teas. Once he was satisfied he checked his surroundings and crawled into a bush. A lizard scampered pass his feet and Jay closed his eyes and took a deep breath as warm sparks circled him. His ears grew and his canines sharpened while his tail appeared from behind him, the hair on his head shifted from black to white as two little horns popped up through his curls..

*Thats better.*

Stretching his back and shaking his arms, Jay took off in a blur, he lived for the cool breeze that came with running at top speeds. With a smile Jay leaped into the air as gravity lifted him higher into the air, he spun and sparked to his hearts content all the way to Faron woods. Landing with ease,Jay let his pupils slit as purple souls filled his sights, flexing his fingers Jay let his nails sharpen to claws and with a feral smile, Jay began his patrol.

At the speeds he was going it didn’t take long until the lively monsters became nothing but corpses. But while Jay picked up the weapons and washed off in the lake he couldn’t help but noticed this odd thumping he kept hearing . His ears twitched as he tried to listen for the source of the sound. Standing up,Jay heated up his power to dry off his clothes and he pulled his bag off the ground as he floated up and through the canopy.Then he heard the most obnoxious laughter.

*The yiga again? I could of swore I personally let them know they aren’t allowed to come through here.*

Landing on a branch,Jay waited for them to run pass so he could get them out his woods, the thudding got louder but it wasn’t the noticeable red uniform that came through the foliage.Golden blonde hair and round panicked eyes appeared as the princess ran away from the pursuing Yiga. Not wasting any time when he noticed one of the foot soldiers lining up his bow.Jay jumped down and grabbed the princess with his tail and pulled her out the way as a shield of lightning blocked the arrows from landing. Raising his hand he threw two quick bolts as the yiga shook and dropped to the ground in a cloud of smoke. Leaving nothing but blue rupees and…bananas behind,Jay scrunched his nose.

Shrugging, he walked over and picked up his loot, he kicked the banana away with a satisfied hum.When he heard a gasp behind him,Jay turned to see he was still holding the princess off the ground with his tail. He kinda forgot she was there.She stared at him wide eye as he gently put down,he suddenly felt anxious and his tail slinked around his legs.Zelda blinked and slowly but clearly mumbled…

Zelda:”It’s you. After all these years I thought- I thought you were some sort of dream or spirit, but…Goddess your real.”

Jay awkwardly fidgeted with his bangs , how was he supposed to respond to that? Zelda was staring daggers into him and the most he could do was just offer a shy wave.Not seeming to be satisfied, the princess stepped forward, he stepped back.Zelda grabbed the little rectangle on her hip and said,”Do you remember meeting me?”Jay nodded, she adds,”Where did we meet?”

“The spring of courage.You were praying to the goddess statue to give you a sign.”

Zelda brought a hand to her mouth, and her green eyes quickly grew teary.Tensing up at the reaction,Jay began apologizing as she waved him off.She fanned her face and took a breath to compose herself.

Zelda:”I see, is your goal still the same? The words you told me back then…Do you intend to keep your word?”

Jay nodded and the frown on her brow lessen.Zelda began poking at the rectangle in her hands and Jay could see her copying everything he was saying. When she was done she clipped it back around her waist and marched up to him with a studious gaze.

Zelda:”This is unprecedented…I don’t recall you telling me who sent you here…Was it Hylia?”

Jay kept his mouth shut and shrugged.The princess scowled and looked like she was about to protest when a knight appeared. Dirty blonde hair and cobalt blue eyes faced him, Jay eyes slitted instinctively, but he stilled when he saw the guys soul. But before he could process what he saw a sword was being swung towards his head. Ducking,Jay kicked the knight in the chest and jumped away with sparking hands. The blonde grunted and slide back he grabbed his shield then-

Zelda:”Both of you stop this instant!”

The knight stopped immediately and put sheathed his sword, Jay held his hands up in surrender and let his power fade.With a sigh, Zelda looked his way before looking back at the knight,”I’m canceling the trip to the spring of courage. Get the horses ready.” The knight silently nodded and left without any hesitation.

Zelda:”You are returning to Hyrule castle with me.If we hurry we should get back before dark. Also my father will want to know why I’ve returned so early, so we are going to speak with him about this.”

Zelda turned and left after the knight and Jay quietly followed after her. He wasn’t planning of going all the way to the castle,but if trust was the only thing keeping him from helping then he’ll earn it. Closing his eyes,Jay concealed his dragon features and caught back up.When they finally got out the forest he saw more knights lined up with the blonde knight from before.

The princess order her guards to return back to the castle,Jay wasn’t paying attention when she explained why he was there, but he was a little surprised to see two knights standing on both his sides. Another knight marched towards him with rope and Jay tilted his head. The knight scoffed at him and bound Jays wrists infront of him, Jay raised an eyebrow.

*Is this really necessary?*

Rolling his eyes, Jay willingly let them guide him back to the castle, he stole a couple of glances when they reached castle town. It was lively as always and he even picked out a few vendors he wanted to check out when this meeting with the king was over. They lead him through multiple stairs and halls, but he eventually found himself in the throne room and standing right, dressed in golds and blues was the man himself,King Rhoam…A peeved King Rhoam might he add.

Rhoam:”Zelda, you’re supposed to be at the spring of courage by now. Why have you returned? And why did you bring a commoner in here?”

Jay cringed at the way the kings voice bounced around the room, looking down he saw the blonde beside kneeling on the floor. Was he supposed to do the same? Zelda stepped foward, seemingly unaffected by the kings l voice and spoke up to the older man. Jay could of sworn he heard one of the Royal guards mumbling that he didn’t have manners.

Zelda:”I returned bringing good news for our situation with the calamity. I have brought someone who has been sent to us and he is going to aid us in our fight. Father, all those years ago I told you I saw someone at the spring of courage, I bring him to you.”

Rhoam:”What’s the meaning of this,Zelda? Is this another excuse for you to neglect your duty! Why do you insist on wasting your time!You, who are you and what nonsense have you filled my daughters mind with?”

Jay met the kings stern gaze, but he didn’t miss how Zelda seemed to wilt at his statement. Lifting his bound hands a bright flash singed the rope and fell off him with ease.The Royal guard immediately drew there blades but the King stopped them all with raising a single hand. Standing up the King looked down at him.Giving small smile, the Jay introduced himself.

“My name is Jay, I came here to aid the champions, the one who wields the sword that seals the darkness and the princess to fight against the Calamity.”

The kings gaze never wavered and he asked with a skeptical expression.

Rhoam:”How can you aid us mage? If your magic can’t do anything to harm the calamity then we have no need for you.”

“I’m not a mage, I don’t possess any magic whatsoever. What I have is a blessed power and it’s strong enough for me to be considered a one man army.I also posses spiritual senses.”

Stepping forward, Jay bowed to the king.

“I can see that you don’t believe. I want to show you that I’m speaking nothing,but truth. However, for me to do that….I need you to not allow anyone in this room speak about what you all our about to see or what I’m about to say.”

Jay waited for his answer and remained still as a statue, but eventually the king relented and gave him the good ahead. Straightening up, Jay called out to his power and his dragon like features came to light. The king was shocked by his appearance,but regained his composure quickly unlike everyone else in the room. When the hushed whispers died down Jay took it as his chance to speak,he started off by explaining what he knew to everyone in the room.

“As I said before I have spiritual sense, because of this I can see the soul of every living thing, inculding everyone in this room. Every race has a spirit color, the hylians are yellow, the rito are green, the sheikah are silver, the greduo are orange, the zora are blue, and the gorons are red. This also applies to the monsters on this land, their souls are purple.The lighter the purple is the stronger they are. Malice is magenta, its a dark pinkish color.When a soul is that color it means they are corrupted by malice.”

The silence in the room was thick and it appeared that Jay had everyone on edge. Quietly Zelda spoke with a slight waver in her voice…

Zelda:”Have you seen any souls…with Malice?”

“I have sadly. I started seeing them around the beginning of last year, but only in the souls of the monsters. Malice makes them cunning, intelligent…Ruthless. I took it upon myself to clear the currupted monsters, but the number of corruption has risen rather quickly in recent months. I noticed that….Around blood moon is when they are at there worst.”

A collection of grimaces filled the room,Jay had one of his own when he thought of his own sensitivity to those blood red skies. Snapping out of his thoughts, he focused back on the king.

Rhoam:”Where have you seen most of these corrupted monsters?”

“From what I can tell it looks like they are appearing around Hyrule field more frequently than anywhere else. I reside in Faron, but the farthest I traveled was to Zoras Domain. I did stay West Neculda and Lanaryu wetlands for a spell,but I couldn’t stay long due to the fact the corruption in Hyrule fields got worse and closer to the castletown.”

The king,nodded and combed a hand through his beard and it was clear the man was thinking awfully hard about the new information. The man looked at his daughter before his eyes locked back on Jay.

Rhoam:“Are you capable of seeing power? As you are capable of seeing souls?”

“Yes your majesty. A soul with power is brighter than a normal soul I can sense power in a person when I’m close to them or if they left a imprint on my soul or vice versa.“

The confusion on the kings face let him know he needed to be more specific and tthe faces around the room. Zelda verbally let him know the state of confusion she was in.

Zelda:”Imprint? How on earth can you imprint on someone’s soul?”

“It’s actually quite easy. For a person to imprint on another’s soul is purely through relationships and bonds. It can be romantic,platonic,camaraderie,friendships,

sisterhood,brotherhood and so on. When a person imprints on your soul it means they genuinely care about you and it’s like they leave a peice of their soul on you. I call it “soul paint.”Once you are marked it stays with you forever.”

Rhoam:”I see…Does my daughters soul hold power?”

Jay,stiffened and glanced at the princess, he could still see her power around her soul. But that didn’t help the sudden unease he felt or the sudden feeling that everyone had held there breath as they waited for his answer.

“Your daughter has the sealing power. If she can manage to awaken it then I’m confident it’ll physically show.“

The room as a collective took a breath of relief, Jay wasn’t sure how to feel about it either. Did these people really have no faith in there princess? King Roham began telling Zelda about how she needed to put more effort into unlocking her power, she tried to explain herself but the king cut her off.

Rhoam:”Your duty is to awaken your power to seal away Calamity Ganon and yet you persist to put off your duty by meddling with the guardians. You still have yet to pick pilots to control the divine beast!”

Zelda:”Father, I am really trying to awaken my power. I know how crucial it is,but we need to have more options just in case…I have the pilots picked out already. I just need their confirmation,but…Father we still don’t know who is capable of lifting the sword!”

“Wait,you all don’t know?“

The two Royals turned to him and Jay watched their facial expressions shift from frustration to confusion. Zelda appeared to still be frustrated with the king because she scoffed at jay and ask with crossed arms…

Zelda:“No, but let me guess you do?”

“Yeah, he’s actually in the room right now.”

Jay couldn’t ignore the power the soul emitted and at first he mistaken the power being Zelda’s , but it wasn’t her. Letting himself float off the ground,Jay ignored the gasps and comments and followed the souls power, the soul of the hero who will pull the sword. Looking at the brightly lit soul Jay watched the knight stand up and step back when he landed infront of him.Jays head sparked as he pointed at the knight.

“It’s him.”

Rhoam:”Link?”

Link,blinked and looked around to his fellow knights before looking back at Jay. Sparks hovered over Jays head as he turned back to the king with a confirming nod.Zelda watched silently, she looked upset for some reason.Jay didn’t understand why she would be, he just gave them good news.

Rhoam:”Jay,if what you are saying is true, then I expect both you and Link to return back here with the sword. The both of you shall stay in the castle tonight,Link go to the barracks and gather your belongings before head to your chambers. I need both of you well rested and vigilant,because as of now the two of you shall travel to the lost woods. Knights escort them out….Zelda you stay here, I need to have a word with you.”

Jay shifted back to his hylian form and gave the princess a sympathetic glance before he got led out the throne room. The knights took them to the soilders barracks for Link to get his things. After that the two were guided to their chambers by a usher. Jay was trying to rap his he’s around how big the doors where, he felt a hinox could walk through it! Too busy staring at the ceiling, Jay almost didn’t notice Link tapping his shoulder. Facing the knight,Jay watched Link scratch the back of his head before he hoarsly mumbled…

Link:”I apologize for attacking you back in Faron…I thought you were some sort of new monster.”

It sounded like he haven’t talked in along time and Jay had to strain his ears to hear him, but now that he thought about it this was the first time the teen spoke to him all day. Jay knew how uncomfortable it was to talk after not speaking for a long period of time, so he brought his hands up and signed to see if Link knew how to speak with his hands.

‘It’s ok, I’m sorry for kicking you. Do you know HSL?’

Link eyes widened and quickly nodded as he brought his hands up to sign back.

Link:’Yeah, how good is your sign?’

‘I am fluent.What about you?’

Link:’I am too!’

Jay beamed and little sparks floated over his head, he could barely find anyone fluent in sign back in Faron. Link gave a small smile of his own.They began signing back in forth in silent conversation, but higher up in castle Hyrule, princess Zelda prayed alone.