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vanhelsing71 · 3 days ago

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Oc that's right beside young 16 yr old simon- Samuel/Sammy petrikov ( he is Simon petrikov's fraternal twin little brother and the oc belongs to me )

This is what i imagine is going on in the picture ^^ 😸💖

Simon feels the weight of Samuel's head on his shoulder, and he smiles softly. With his free hand, Simon reaches up and ruffles Samuel's hair affectionately.

Simon: "You comfy there, little brother?

He glances down at the book he's reading, trying to keep his place while also enjoying the moment with Samuel. Sam smiles and nods, nuzzling his head against Simon's shoulder. He enjoys the feeling of his older brother's fingers playing with his hair, finding comfort in the familiar gesture.

Samuel: "yeah, im pretty comfy here..your shoulder is surprisingly comfortable...

He grins up at Simon before letting out a content sigh and closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying the closeness with Simon as gives out a small yawn.

Samuel: by the way...i'v been meaning to ask you something simon

Simon looks down at his brother, his attention shifting from the book he's reading to the question on Samuel's mind. He looks away from the book turning to give Samuel his full attention.

Simon: "Of course, anything. What did you want to ask, Sammy ?

Samuel takes a moment to gather his thoughts, still snuggled against Simon's shoulder.

Samuel: well..i was wondering...do you have a crush on a girl at the moment ?

Simon he states that he doesn’t and asks him the same thing which samuel reminds him that he does. Simon raises an eyebrow, not expecting the question. He looks down at Sammy, his head resting on his shoulder, and smiles.

Simon: A crush? No, not at the moment. I'm too busy focusing on looking after the the shop, to worry about that stuff about girls right now, you know that Sammy. Why do you ask ? Planning to set me up on a date or something?

Sam chuckles as he shakes his head

Samuel: hehehe no nothing like that silly

Simon laughs at Samuel's response. He playfully rolls his eyes and replies with a smirk.

Simon: Ah, good to know you're not trying to play matchmaker behind my back. I was worried I'd have to be on guard against potential blind dates or something.

He looks down at Samuel, who's still resting his head on his shoulder, and he ruffles his hair affectionately again.

Simon: What about you? You said you do have a crush on someone, right? Who's the lucky girl ?

Samuel's expression turns a bit shy, and he looks away for a moment before meeting Simon's gaze again.

Samuel: Oh, uh, it's nobody you know. Just... someone from school.

He struggles to hide a small smile, his crush being a sensitive topic for him.

Samuel: well she's really beautiful....she has long blonde hair pretty blue eyes...she also likes music like i do...shes also funny

Simon smiles, amused by how much Sammy is gushing over this girl.

Simon: Wow, you really like this girl, huh? It sounds like she's quite the catch. Long, blonde hair, blue eyes, and she likes music? Sounds like you've got yourself a real beauty.

Simon grins at Samuel's description of the girl he has a crush on. He can see the sparkle in his brother's eyes as he talks about her, and it's clear how much he likes her.

Simon: I can see why you're smitten with her. She sounds lovely. And the fact that she likes music, just like you, that's quite a match. Have you told her how you feel?

Samuel blushes

Samuel: y-yeah not yet but im still a little nervous of approaching her though especially if im going as myself showing off my heterochromia eyes and black hair

Simon ruffles Sammy's hair, sensing his nervousness. Simon watches his brother blush and grins, amused by his nervousness. He pats Samuel's head softly.

Simon: Hey, don't be nervous. and don't worry showing off your own style, I understand why you would be, but trust me, she'll like you for who you are. Your heterochromia and black hair are what make you unique and interesting and that's part of what makes you special. you know, sometimes quirks like that can make you even more captivating, don't you think? I'm sure she'll appreciate the uniqueness of you.". And if she doesn't see that, then it's her loss, not yours. You don't want to be with someone who'd judge you for that, right ?

Samuel blushes even more as Simon ruffles his hair. He listens to his brother's words, feeling a mix of vulnerability and comfort.

Samuel: Yeah...I suppose not...i guess you're right. It's just hard not to be self-conscious sometimes.

He rubs the back of his neck, still feeling a bit shy about his crush.Samuel nods, taking in Simon's words. He seems comforted by his older brother's reassurance.

Samuel: Yeah, I guess you're right, Si. It's just...I don't know, I guess I'm just scared she won't see me for me, you know? Like she'll just see a freak or something.

Simon squeezes Sammy's shoulder in reassurance offering him a reassuring smile.

Simon: You're not a freak, Sammy. Not in the slightest. You're my brother, and you're unique and special just the way you are. If this girl can't see that, well, then she's not worth your time. And trust me, there's always someone who'll appreciate the real you, quirks and all.

The simple gesture of Simon's hand on his shoulder gives Samuel a sense of comfort and reassurance. He looks up at his brother, a small smile on his face. Samuel's smile brightens a little, comforted by his brother's words. He looks up at Simon, grateful for his support and understanding.

Samuel: Yeah, I know. I'm just being a little insecure, I guess. Thanks for talking some sense into me, Si." I guess I just needed a reminder that being different isn't a bad thing, and the right person will appreciate me for who I am.

Simon smiles at Samuel's words, his expression filled with affection and support. He pats his shoulder again.

Simon: Of course, Sammy. That's what I'm here for. I know it can be tough to shake off those insecurities sometimes. But remember, every person is unique in their own way. Your quirks make you who you are, and the right person will appreciate you for them. This girl sounds worth going for, so don't let your nerves hold you back.

Simon nods, genuinely happy he could help lift Samuel's spirits a bit. He grins and gives his little brother's shoulder a playful poke.

Simon: That's the spirit, Sammy. And remember, no matter what, I'm always here for you, alright ? so don't hesitate to come to me whenever you have any doubts or need a pep talk. Trust me, you've got a lot more going for you than you realize. You're going to get that girl, I just know it.

Samuel's face flushes bright red at Simon's words, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Samuel: Ugh! You're embarrassing me, Si!

He playfully swats at Simon's hand, but his smile betrays his true feelings. He can't help but feel touched by his brother's support and confidence in him.

Samuel: But...thanks big brother. Really. It means a lot to me. You always know what to say

Samuel's face lights up at Simon's words of encouragement. He feels a rush of confidence and appreciation for his brother.

Samuel: I feel better knowing I can count on you for support.

His heart fills with gratitude and affection. He grins back at Simon, feeling more determined than ever to go for the girl he likes. Simon smiles, patting Sammy on the head.

Simon: No problem, little brother. That's what I'm here for. And hey, who knows? This girl might just end up liking you back if you show some confidence in yourself.

Samuel looks up at Simon, a hopeful expression on his face. He seems to be contemplating his brother's words.

Samuel: You really think so, Si ? You really think there's a chance she might like me back ?

Simon's smile widens as he sees the hope in Samuel's eyes. He nods confidently.

Simon: I do, Sammy. If she appreciates music like you do, and she's as kind and good-hearted as you say, chances are she'll see you for the amazing person you are. Don't underestimate yourself. You've got charm and uniqueness going for you that she'll find endearing, I'm sure of it.

Samuel's hope visibly grows at Simon's words, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He looks up at his older brother, his expression a mix of hope and vulnerability.

Samuel: You really think I have a chance with her ?

Simon notices the hopeful look in Samuel's eyes and smiles at him reassuringly.

Simon: Of course you do, Sammy. You're smart in your own way, kind, funny, and passionate about the things you love. Any person would be special to have you as a friend or more.

Samuel's smile grows wider, his heart fluttering at Simon's words. He's visibly touched by his brother's belief in him.

Samuel: heh ! ill keep that useful advice in mind. Thanks, Si. Hearing that from you means a lot. I really hope you're right.

He takes a deep breath, feeling a renewed sense of determination before yawning again

Samuel: You know what? I think I might just give it a shot.

Simon grins, happy to see Samuel feeling a bit more confident.

Simon: Good, that's the spirit. And hey, remember, even if this doesn't end up working out, don't beat yourself up over it, alright ? Life's full of ups and downs, and love is one of the most unpredictable things out there. There'll be plenty of other opportunities out there for you.

He playfully ruffles Sammy's hair once more. All of the sudden, Simon thinks as he raises and eyebrow in curiosity as he recalled their earlier playful rough housing match in his bedroom. He remembered Sammy mention about him being a working boy makes him stronger ^^ 😉 and how it looks like all that work really paid off for him which Simon was confused of what Sammy meant by it, so he decides to confront him about it. He looks at his brother, a playful expression on his face.

Simon: Hey, Sammy, you mentioned something a while back in my room , about you being a working boy making you stronger, and how all that work really paid off. What did you mean by that, exactly ? do you have a part time job or something ?

Samuel chuckles, realizing he may have been a little vague in his earlier comment. He nods slowly, confirming Simon's suspicions.

Samuel: Yeah, I do have a part-time job. I didn't want to brag or anything. But I've been helping out there a few times a week, just earning a little extra cash. And I've been doing small gigs here and there. Nothing too serious.

Simon's eyes widened slightly as he listened to his brother's revelation. He was surprised, but in a good way.

Simon: Wait a minute, you've been working a part-time job and doing gigs on the side, all while keeping it a secret from me? And you didn't think I'd be interested to know about all this ?

Samuel chuckled again, seeing the surprised expression on Simon's face. He shrugged sheepishly.

Samuel: Well, I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, you know? I didn't want you to worry about me or anything. I just figured I could handle it myself. Besides, it's not like I was doing anything dangerous or anything like that. Just some basic odd jobs around town.

Samuel chuckled again, seeing the surprised expression on Simon's face. He shrugged sheepishly. Simon tried to sound offended at the fact that Samuel had been hiding his secret job from him, but secretly, he was proud and impressed. He crossed his arms and feigned a pout.

Simon: You really kept all this a secret from me, your own brother? I can't believe you didn't think I'd want to know about your little side hustles. I thought we were supposed to keep each other informed about our lives, and tell each other everything hm?...what made you go looking for a job anyway Sammy ?

Samuel chuckled at Simon's playful mock offense. He could see the hint of pride and pride in his brother's eyes, making him smile.

Samuel: Hey, I didn't mean to keep it a secret from you on purpose. It's just...I figured maybe it didn't matter. You were already busy with the shop and all that, and I didn't want to burden you with my own stuff.

He paused, then gave a sly smile.

Samuel: And as for why I wanted a job...well, i needed to save up some money cause of certain things I want and need to get and see if i can try especially save something to go to college to be a musician rock star 🎶 🎵 🎼 and movie actor 🎭 but dad’s wedding anniversary with our step mom is also coming up so i really want to get them a special gift

simon listens intently as Sammy explains his reasons for working. He can relate to the need to save up money for dreams and goals. A smile tugged at the corners of Simon's lips as he listened to his brother's explanation. He could see the determination and ambition in Samuel's eyes, and it warmed his heart.

Simon: I see...So you want to become a rockstar and actor, huh? Well, I must say, you certainly have the passion and energy for it. That's really admirable of you, little bro. Saving up money for your future plans is a smart thing to do, and it shows how responsible you are. And getting dad and stepmom a special gift for their anniversary is a thoughtful gesture. I’m sure they’d appreciate it a lot. I'm guessing that's why you've been working so hard at those odd jobs, then?

Samuel nods, a determined expression on his face.

Samuel: Yeah, exactly. I figured if I wanted to pursue my dreams and make those dreams come true, I had to start somewhere, right ? And since I can't just rely on my good looks and charm to get famous, what better way to start than by helping out with a few odd jobs around town, right ? I have to work hard and earn my place. That's why I've been working my butt off on those odd jobs and gigs, just trying to save up as much as possible so I can make something of myself. It's not much, but it's a start. just because I'm silly most of the time, doesn't mean i can be serious and handle a job without goofing around

Simon chuckles, impressed by his brother's determination.Simon chuckles again, enjoying Samuel's playful yet determined attitude.

Simon: You're right, Sam. Just because you're a goofball most of the time doesn't mean you can't be serious when you need to be. I admire that about you. You know when to be silly and lighthearted, but you also know when to buck down and get the job done. It's a great quality to have, and I'm glad you're not just all jokes and no substance. But don't forget to have some fun once in a while, okay?

Simon chuckles, knowing full well how playful and carefree Sammy can be, but also how much he is capable of being responsible.

Simon: I know You might act like a clown sometimes, but deep down, you're surprisingly wise. Just don't forget your silly side, though. It's what makes you you, after all. Even though you're usually a big ball of fun and silliness, but you're also incredibly capable and responsible when needed. You've got a great mix of traits there, little brother. And don't forget, you can still have plenty of fun with music and acting. It doesn't have to be all hard work and no play. Just make sure you find a good balance between the two, alright? And if you ever need any advice or an ear to listen, don't hesitate to come to me. I'll always be here for you, no matter what.

Simon crossing his arms and giving Samuel a knowing look still holding the book in his hand

Simon: So, you've been working hard and saving up money for this rockstar and actor career of yours, huh? And let me guess, you've also been using your charm and looks to get people to help you, right? Don't tell me you've been using those big, innocent eyes to make people give you extra money or something.

Samuel chuckles, knowing that Simon can see right through him. He grins sheepishly, looking slightly guilty for being caught.

Samuel: Alright, you got me. I might have used my good looks and charm to my advantage a few times. But can you blame me? People seem to be a bit more generous when you give them those big, innocent puppy eyes and act all cute.

Simon rolls his eyes, but his expression is amused.

Simon: I knew it! You're such a charmer, I swear. Using those big, innocent puppy eyes to get people to sympathize and give you extra money. I knew those looks would be useful for more than just trying to get your way

Simon laughs a bit before shaking his head before asking him what kind of job does he work as he likes to visit him sometimes

Samuel: oh i work at the bakery and let me tell you those bags of sugar and flour are super heavy but at least it gave me some bit of strength

flexes his arm a bit . Simon grins at Sammy's comment, and is impressed by his arm-flexing.

Simon: Haha, you're working at the bakery, huh? I should have figured. And lifting those heavy bags of sugar and flour definitely explains your increased strength

he jokingly taps Samuel's flexed arm in approval.

Simon: Carrying those heavy bags of sugar and flour every day is no easy task. It's tough work, but you're handling it like a champ.

Samuel grins, feeling proud of his work at the bakery.

Samuel: Yeah, it's been a challenge, for sure. But I'm learning a lot and I'm definitely building up my strength. And the smell of freshly baked bread and pastries makes it all worth it!

Simon chuckles at his brother's comment, knowing that the sweet smell of the bakery would be a huge motivator for Samuel. Sam continues to grin as he leans closer his brother as he goes near his ear

Samuel: and the best part is i get to try the desserts on my break ! So awesome !!

Simon laughs a bit, imagining Samuel devouring sweets on his breaks from work.

Simon: Hehe, of course the best part for you is the desserts. I don't think I've ever known anyone who loves sweets as much as you do, Sam .

Simon grins, his sweet tooth showing.

Simon: Ah, now I see how it is . So you get to not only have a job, but you also get to have free desserts on your breaks. Now I'm really jealous. I should start visiting the bakery more often.

Simon laughs again, imagining visiting his brother at the bakery and stealing some treats from him.

Simon: I'm definitely going to be stopping by more often now, that's for sure. Can't have you hogging all those delicious sweets to yourself! Maybe I'll even ask the baker if they have any extra treats they could give me, just for being the brother of their best worker.

Samuel grins, knowing he has Simon's attention now.

Samuel: " it will be fun ^^ and Well, if you do come to visit, I'll make sure to save some of the best sweets for you. Can't have my big brother feeling left out now, can I? But just a fair warning, I might not be willing to share all of them.

Simon smirks, appreciating the offer as Sammy mentions about giving him a family discount

Simon : A family discount ? Really? And here I was, thinking I'd have to pay full price. Well, now you're talking! I might have to take you up on that offer, little bro. Free or discounted treats ? I can definitely get behind That. But don't worry, I'll still buy a few things to support the bakery, and of course, to keep your boss from getting suspicious. We can't have them finding out you're giving out family discounts to your brother now, can we ?

Samuel nods, knowing the importance of keeping things discreet.

Samuel: Yeah, I don't think my boss would be too happy if they found out I'm giving out family discounts like candy. But hey, for you? I'll make sure to keep things on the down-low. Just don't go blabbing to everyone in town that you're getting special treatment, alright? I value my job, but I value our brotherhood more. I don't want other people trying to get free or discounted treats. This family discount is just between us

Simon raises his eyebrows, pretending to consider it.

Simon: Hmm, well now you've got me wondering who else you might have been giving your little family discount to. Have you been passing out discounts like candy to everyone in town, or is this treatment only reserved for your dear big brother ?

He winks teasingly to indicate his playful nature. Samuel laughs, knowing Simon is just teasing him.

Samuel: Hehe, don't worry, big brother. You know I would never give out family discounts to just anyone in town. You're my favorite twin after all. That special privilege belongs exclusively to you. But just because I like you so much, I'll let you come by the bakery and have all the free pastries and sweets you want. After all, you're my big brother, and I wouldn't want you to miss out on all these delicious treats, right ? The bakery's best worker giving discounts to his twin is one thing, but letting everyone in town get special treatment would be a whole different story. This family discount is definitely just for you, got it? No one else gets to know !

Samuel grins, clearly enjoying this little secret between them. Simon laughs

Simon: you sure know how to spoil your big brother, don't you Sammy ?

Samuel grins, happy to have made his big brother happy.

Samuel: of course! Who better to spoil than my favorite big brother? I know you've got a sweet tooth almost as big as mine, and I can't let you suffer without your daily sugar intake. Plus, getting you addicted to sweetness and treats means you'll keep coming back to me more often, right ?and besides you spoil me too so i guess we're both even

Simon laughs, knowing full well that he does tend to dote on Sammy at times.

Simon: Yeah, I guess you're right about that. I can't help it, though. You're my little brother, and I guess I have been sort of spoiling you too. It's kind of my job as the older sibling, you know ?

Samuel grins, knowing that Simon's spoiling comes from a place of love and brotherly affection. Sam chuckles as he starts to yawn again before rubbing his eyes as he snuggles on Simon's shoulder more

Samuel: i know your on a no sweet diet but i could make a vegan option where it's full with healthy ingredients but look and taste like desserts

Simon nods, appreciating the thoughtful offer.

Simon: That sounds nice, Sammy. I know I'm on a no sweet diet, but I am open to trying more healthy options. And making desserts that taste and look like the real thing but with healthy ingredients – that's impressive.

Simon thinks to himself and mentions in his head how he is surrounded by people truly part of a family unlike him since he was raised by his uncle who is also his adoptive “dad” yuily petrikov. He then ponders his own past in his head, thinking about the contrast difference between Sammy's life the family he has now and his life the one he was brought up and raised in. Simon starts to feel a little jealous of samuel and wished he had his kind of life. Simon continues to think about Samuel's life in comparison to his own. He's happy for his younger brother, but can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Maybe it's just the nostalgia talking, or maybe it's something else. Whatever it is, Simon can't help but feel a bit envious of the life that Sammy has. He tries to shake the feeling, reminding himself that he shouldn't compare himself to his brother, but the feeling lingers in the back of his mind. As Simon continues to read his book, he can't help but whisper his thoughts aloud - almost as if he's speaking to himself. His voice is a mix of frustration and longing, as he reflects on the differences between his own upbringing and the relatively normal one that Samuel had. He mumbles quietly, his words tinged with bitterness.

Simon: must be nice to have a family that genuinely cares about you, treats you like an actual person, instead of just a owned object…

Simon is snapped out of his envious thoughts as his eyes widens in shock and he looks down at Sammy, who is starting to doze off on his shoulder. The sight of his brother's peaceful expression brings a soft smile to Simon's face, and he reaches out to gently ruffle his hair. he can't help but chuckle softly while simon mentally scolds himself for his envious thoughts, reminding himself that he has no reason to be jealous of sammy. But the thoughts linger in his mind, a stark reminder of the different upbringings they had. noticing that his adorable little twin brother is about to go fast asleep on his shoulders. In the back of his mind, He knows that he shouldn't compare his own life to Samuel's. After all, he does have a loving family and a supportive brother in Sammy. Simon's thoughts swirl in his head as he continues to gaze at his adorable twin little brother, who is now fast asleep on his shoulders. Despite his earlier envious thoughts, Simon can't help but smile at the sight of his little brother. As Simon looks down at his adorable twin, The sight of his brother dozing off and fully asleep on his shoulder is just too cute. He shakes his head, a small smile still lingering on his face as he tries to refocus his attention on the book he's reading.Simon thinks to himself, his eyes flicking between the pages and his brother's peaceful expression.

Simon ( in his head): What am I saying...I'm not alone. I do have a family. I have Sammy by my side. That's what matters most."

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junkboxcorner · 8 months ago

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Does anyone remember that art I did of that pair of muppet OCs? Well, I decided that the monster one wasn't going to be enough, so...

Meet the Bumzedums!

Bumzedums are grotto-dwelling monsters that come in a variety of shapes and sizes. Though they're genderless, as they reproduce by shedding large amounts of their fur, observations of the real world have led plenty of them to take on gender identities based on personal expression.

The main Bumzedum grotto lies just underneath Basil Square, the setting for Mr. Chef's Diner. A main hidden passage in the pantry connects the diner to the grotto where the bumzedums live. Only certain people the Bumzedums trust, specifically furshedders that help the bumzies dance their shedding fur out, know where to find the passage.

The Bumzedum species is known for two things: their love of play and their generally peaceful attitudes towards others. They don't mind getting into a bit of mischief every now and then, however most of them make sure not to cause any grief. There are a few exceptions to this, however, only because there are some Bumzedums (such as Imzy) whose job it is to "create conflict". It's believed this job serves to keep the nest's collective problem-solving skills sharp. Bumzedums are generally shy around people, but not too shy as they have been found to take part in human society purely for survival. However, that's not to say that a lot of Bumzies wouldn't want to make friends with you, because they certainly do!

Most if not all Bumzedums contribute to the nest one way or another. Jobs range from basic ones like foraging for food (Gumzy) and keeping the grotto clean (Kipzy), to more complex ones like controlling the lights of the grotto (Zapzy) and helping other Bumzedums get to sleep (Bloomzy). Some jobs even serve purely as entertainment, such as Melzy the clown and Popzy the storyteller. Despite the broad range of jobs, not a single job is deemed more important than the other, and they try to help each other whenever they can.

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whelpimnauthuman · 9 months ago

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Working on a new alien species for an RP with @no-thought-just-bird so thought I'd share them here!

Size: Average of 8 ft tall, have been known to get up to almost 10 ft

They don't have an official name yet (I'm calling them Quill Bears for now bc that's what I imagine the slang term humans use for them is); due to their size and venomous quills.

Description: Large, humanoids with long, hollow fur, long, whip-like tails, and four eyes, the second pair being smaller than the first. They seem very bear-like at first glance, despite their long fur and rodent-like face.

Their fur comes in a wide range of patterns, with colors in shades of black, gray, brown, or green.

Diet: Tree bark, berries, fish, occasionally other meat

Quills and Venom

The Quill Bears quills are actually just long, hollow fur that stiffens as a defensive mechanism; however, said fur is loaded with a paralytic toxin, being stuck with even one will paralyze the largest foe almost immediately. Thankfully, the venom tends to pass rather quickly, with time being tied to the amount of quills (although it's been difficult to get an exact timeframe, as getting pricked by a single quill has proven to be rather difficult). As such, while the venom is (mostly) harmless, accidental overdoses are possible, as well as allergic reactions, and can lead to death if one is too careless. Pure anti-venom is notoriously difficult to come by, as although the composition is overall the same, the venom itself differs from individual to individual.

Culture

Despite what one might think, these spiky aliens have a communal culture, helping raise each other's young and over all living in large communities. Young ones can often be found wrestling each other as parents and family and neighbors watch on, and it's not uncommon to see two Quill Bears casually grooming each other's fur. In fact, most interactions, from greetings to goodbyes, tend to involve some sort of physical contact! This both helps the Quill Bears to "control" their spines to keep from accidentally stabbing someone (especially when they're younger), and help build tolerance and exchange venoms as they meet and spend time with others.

Despite their gentle nature, their large size and threat of accidentally paralyzing someone have given them the reputation of being an immediate threat to most other species, causing them to have a hard time integrating into intergalactic life. Most are unwilling to hire them, and those that do are mostly for physical work such as military or body guards, or similar things; the species is seen mostly as a threat and weapon. As such, most off-planet turn to a life of crime, be it thievery, piracy, or the odd hitman or two. The few who find honest jobs tend to make good healers, botanists, and herbalists.

The intergalactic view of them has caused a bit of a schism for those who wish to integrate with the rest of the universe

Some wish to prove themselves truly harmless. They cut their fur as short as possible, wear as many coverings as possible, and make as little contact as possible, all in the hope of appearing truly docile. Maybe, if they show they mean no harm, they'll be accepted?

Another group, mostly favored by adolescents and young adults, have taken a different approach, keeping their fur long and dying it bright colors they've discovered mean "warning, I'm dangerous!" to other species. These young "punks", as humans would consider them, can often be identified by their bright fur.

Extra:

Very good sense of hearing and smell, eyesight is about the same as a human's. Night vision is shit. Smaller eyes help take in extra light, and are excellent at tracking motion. Helps with their surprising agility, helps with quickly defending themselves.

Adolescents are the size of the average man and are extremely aggressive. Species ages slightly slower than humans

#i have more but gjenen #kinda a crash course ig #the art is more a ref for my character and not entirely a species ref (when it comes to color at least)#i definitely have more for like. when it comes to aging and whatnot but wasn't sure where to put it? gjsjdn #ANYWAYS if anyone is interested/has questions feel free to ask?#ive been sitting on this for like. 3 days trying to figure out how to write this #still not entirely pleased but otherwise I'd never write/post it so gkdndn #please please PLEASE ask about these guys i have so much lore saved gkdndn

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ms-demeanor · 6 months ago

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Some people on the left are discussing whether the left is kind enough to me. Especially after the results of the election like lots of men of some demographics voting for Trump. Do you have any thoughts on that? Seems more about women should be nicer to men in some people’s opinions. And I am not sure about this discourse

i think that the social atomization that contributes to the radicalization of young men also contributes to, like, tradwifery and the radicalization of young women so I think that people are looking at a deep systemic issue with a shallow lens.

I don't think this is so much an issue of people being "nice" but of spaces making people feel *valued.*

The right-wing space full of toxic masculinity where people call disaffected young men "brother" isn't comforting just because people call you brother, it's because they're framing disaffected young men as valuable members of society who have been dismissed and degraded by the left. It tells them they're important and have worth and are necessary for the future of the world just because of who they are.

Of course they're getting called pussies and cucks and are being bullied in that space, but they're also being told that if they perform a certain standard of masculinity they are the future of their nation/race/species/family/etc. The toxicity of that space isn't something that makes them question their value, or whether or not they're a good person, or if they have something to offer the world. It is something they endure to prove that they are a member of the in-group, and that they belong, and that they do have value and are a good person.

So, there are people dunking on that post because it does kind of read like "i was almost eaten up by the alt right because women weren't nice enough to me" and to an extent i think that it was ungracefully worded. But i also think that it's addressing something that a lot of people feel in a lot of political spaces.

I do not think that whatever the hell we consider "the mainstream left" in America is particularly welcoming to anybody. I think that it very superficially values diversity while not actually valuing people. I think that it says "You are important! And that's why I need you to donate three dollars to my campaign to prevent the Republicans from harming [your identity group]! I am asking for your help as a senator, a mother, and a person who wants to defeat my opponent in two to four years."

I think that what a lot of people are looking for is not acceptance or niceness but is a community and i'm not at all surprised that people feel like they're not getting that from democrats/the mainstream left/whatever.

I mean. My real response to this is:

I don't think that the *actual* issue is that men don't feel welcomed by "the left," I definitely don't think the issue is women being insufficiently nice to men, I think the issue is that all of us are little cogs in a capitalist machine and actually there's very little out there that is saying to anyone "you are worth more than your productivity."

And it turns out that people will put up with huge amounts of abuse if the abuser makes them feel like they belong. People getting sucked into the alt-right pipeline because it is "nice" to them are exactly analogous to people who get sucked into cults because the cult provides community and affirmation and a sense of belonging.

Anyway, I am once again and as always begging people to put together or join any kind of at-least monthly meetup based on your specific interests. Start a radio club. Start a quilting circle. Put together a free store at the park once a month. Literally join a drum circle. Participate in a community garden. Start a walking club with your neighbors. Go to events at the library on weekends.

As a side note: there absolutely are lefty spaces that function by making people feel worthless or feel like bad people. They tend to have high turnover, short lifespans, and explosive fallout. These are shitty spaces and if your participation in a space is primarily motivated by some combination of guilt and self-flagellation, you should leave that space.

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bunnywithablog · 5 months ago

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Hi! I saw that requests were open, so I wonder... can I request an imagine or headcanons (whatever you're more comfortable doing) about Legosi falling for a carnivore s/o and struggling with that after being so sure to be attracted to herbivores only please??

my writing chops are a bit rusty so please excuse me if this feels a bit off 😭 i had lots of fun writing it though!! if anyone is interested in a part 2, please let me know! i think it's a cool concept to explore and would love to do more with this >:) thank's for requesting and i hope you enjoy!

requests | rules | masterlist

pairing: Beastars - legoshi x carnivore!gn!reader - feeling conflicted over falling for a carnivore hc’s

warnings: internalized ...species-phobia??, brief locker-room talk from bill, implied love triangle if you squint

- now this just threw him for an absolute loop

- i mean, sure legoshi has always been more than capable of recognizing when a carnivore would be considered conventionally attractive

- but to actually FEEL attracted to them himself???

- manages to convince himself that maybe he just really likes you,,,,as a fellow peer?

- why else would he feel so strongly towards you?

- it had to be some pack-mentality science! yeah, definitely! 🤔

- but it's hard to ignore the way his ears perk at the sound of your voice during class

- or the slight wag of his tail when he catches your scent in the hallways

- or how his heart seems to stop whenever you look in his direction,,,, 💗

- it's like you were sent into his life specifically to shake him up, it's so confusing!

- so his best solution to this? avoiding you entirely.

- outta sight outta mind 🫡

- sitting extremely far away from your spot in classes, changing which hallway routes he takes, getting to and leaving the cafeteria way before/after you

- it's a perfect plan, really!

- except you don't leave his mind

- no matter where he is or what he's doing, images and questions about you creep into his thoughts

- 'what do they like to do in their free time? they have a really pretty smile, i bet it attracts a lot of people... are they interested in dating right now? would they even be interested in a grey wolf, for that matter? how do they keep their fur looking so soft?'

- he even makes more time to hang around with haru to try reinforce his established attraction to just herbivores

- the only thing this really achieves is sending him into a spiral about how he's attracted to two different people now

- and when you get scouted into the drama club as one of the dancers, it's even harder to keep you out of his sight

- starts making slip-ups with angling the lighting correctly since his focus can't help but shift to you during rehearsals

- the others in the backstage crew actually start asking if he's alright because he never makes this many mistakes

- he thinks every movement you make is so graceful, controlled and confident,,,

- it's a testament to the way you own your strengths and effortlessly channel them into your skills; it makes it undeniably alluring to watch the way you move

- wait! no! it's normal for most carnivores to be good at the physical arts so it's not attraction, just admiration for how good you are!

- denial is a river in egypt,,,,

- this cycle goes on for quite some time until the first dress rehearsal

- "oh man, did you see how good [name] looks out there in their costume? what a hot bod, especially doing all those poses and bends during the dance routine! heh, what i'd do to get a piece of that... huh? hey, legoshi, what's got you all wound-up?"

- hearing bill talk about you like that and subsequently having to hold back from hurtling a mean punch his way, legoshi finally accepted that this was a feeling he had to address 💀

- despite the borderline obsessive pull toward you, he realizes he doesn't actually know you beyond being classmates and drama club members together

- eventually concludes the best course of action is to formally introduce himself and hopefully spend some time together

- figures it's also a good way to see if these feelings grow or fade the more he gets to know you, maybe it really is just some carnivore pack-mentality thing!

- best-case scenario is that he just really wanted to be friends with you so he can continue pursuing haru without worry, but only time will tell now...

enjoy what i write? consider helping with my transition! 💕

#beastars #beastars x reader #beastars x gn reader #beastars legoshi x reader #beastars legoshi x gn reader #legoshi x reader #legoshi x gn reader #x gn reader #x carnivore reader #romantic #strangers to friends #strangers to lovers #implied love triangle

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muletia · 4 months ago

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Idkkk

But reader getting mad at Optimus, bc he accidentally stepped on their garden, but he's horny and just humping the floor, while whimpering for forgiveness

I’ve been thinking about this ask every day ever since I received it… feels good to finally write about pathetic Optimus <3

Today is an absolutely beautiful day. Warm, sunny. No wind to disturb the peace.

It’s the perfect chance to enjoy the outdoors, and you’re making the most of it by setting up a lounge chair outside your house and diving into your favorite book. No nonsense involving alien war. Just you, your garden, and your books. Life couldn’t be better.

That’s why you’re surprised to hear the sound of tires rolling along the gravel road leading to your home. You weren’t expecting any visitors today. For clarity, you lift your eyes from the text and you’re greeted by a familiar truck pulling into your driveway.

The truck immediately transforms, and giant pedes start heading in your direction.

Crushing the freshly planted pink hydrangeas you were particularly proud of. Oh no, absolutely not.

“Optimus Prime!” you shout, leaping up from your lounge chair. The raised tone of your voice is enough to make your visitor flinch, dreading your anger, but he bravely crouches down to make it easier to look you in the eye. One servo rests on the ground as he leans closer, blocking any path for you to escape.

“What has gotten into you?!” you continue, furious, pacing back and forth. “You can’t just trample someone’s garden like that, got it? I’ve explained to you before that you need to be very careful when visiting me to avoid exactly this kind of situation. Do you know how long I spent looking for that particular species of hydrangea?”

You pause your rant, finding a moment to really look at him. He doesn’t… look normal. His servo digs into the ground like he’s trying to anchor himself in place, optics are focused solely on you, and within them, sparks of something dangerous, unstoppable, seem to dance.

“I beg your p-pardon,” he finally says, his voice trembling, dripping with desire. “But I desired to see you. Desperately.”

“O-oh,” you gulp. Then you glance at the trampled, lifeless hydrangeas, and your anger resurfaces. “But you could’ve been more careful, you know? I know you can be.”

“A-ah, please accept my sincerest apologies, [Name]. Forgive me, please” he whines.

“I’ll have to think about whether I’ll forgive you. You don’t trample my garden like that, okay.”

“Y-yes, I understand. Please forgive me,” he moans, making you take a step back. “Do not leave. I am begging you.”

“What’s going on with you, honey?”

He doesn’t need to answer that question. The simple pet name is enough to draw a submissive whimper from Optimus’ intake, and his thighs begin moving, humping the air. Unimaginably desperate for you. Impatient, yet still keeping his distance, though all he can think about is freeing his suffering spike and sliding it into your soft, welcoming valve. Quenching the fire of desire that’s practically consuming him.

“Please, ah!" he cries out, his form trembling with restrained need "Forgive me, my dearest, I swear on my spark I shall be more mindful in the future,” he whimpers. “I am begging you, help me. Only you can.”

Still humping at nothing, completely unconcerned about the humiliation or how pathetic the scene looks, he feels droplets of pink transfluid seeping through the seams of his interface panel, dripping onto the grass. He shouldn’t be ruining your garden even more, but he can’t stop. He needs you. Urgently. Now.

You sigh. “Oh, you’re going to pay me back for those hydrangeas. I’m going to milk you so dry you’ll forget your own name.” You nod toward the garage, specially modified for his visits. “Come on in, love.”

#be silly #transformers x reader #optimus x reader #optimus prime x reader #obsessed!optimus #valveplug

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a-dragons-journal · 1 month ago

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The h slur still hurts intersex people when used for animals, and was used against humans first.

https://www.tumblr.com/status-quo-hater/776923174478790656/recently-learned-that-the-h-slur-is-a-slur-im?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/status-quo-hater/775216819937132544/hello-i-have-a-question-about-this-post-im?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/status-quo-hater/774392263375814657/both-doesnt-really-happen-in-gonochoric-two?source=share

Listen to intersex people, do not double down when people call you intersexist, do not try and tell intersex people who follow you that "you're sorry you feel that way," do not try and tell intersex people, especially intersex alterhumans, that their terminology is free for perisex people to use.

https://www.tumblr.com/intersex-support/756026916779261952/hi-im-probably-not-intersex-and-recently-ive?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/certifiedsexed/778025817053790208/i-genuinely-wasnt-aware-that-the-term?source=share

Just because you are an animal doesn't mean that the term used against humans can be reclaimed by you, an alterhuman, with the body perceived as human. It's intersexism.

First off, genuine thank you for the resource list in that second-to-last link; it's a really interesting one and I definitely intend to read some of those books and articles (realistically not all of them, probably, but a good chunk - already spent a couple hours today cracking into the first one). Regardless of anything else in this argument I do genuinely appreciate having that.

That aside: this will probably be my last post on this subject, barring a) addressing responses to a direct question asked in this post or b) responding to a solid logical argument that I haven't already refuted, because we're at the point where everyone involved is just repeating themselves and I don't feel like we're getting anywhere. As such, it's going to end up long; sorry.

The h slur still hurts intersex people when used for animals, [...]

So, here's that one big direct question that maybe I should have asked more directly/explicitly before: How exactly is it harmful to intersex people? How does it harm intersex rights to call an earthworm a hermaphroditic organism? I've not yet gotten an explanation of why it's supposedly harmful, outside of I guess "it's uncomfortable to see," which like - yes, it's uncomfortable to see a word that's been used as a slur used in its non-slur meaning sometimes, that does not mean it's actually harmful. Calling a cigarette a fag is kind of uncomfortable and gets a flinch response; that doesn't mean it's promoting homophobia. Using the term "brake retarders" is not using a slur. How is it promoting harm toward intersex people?

[...] and was used against humans first.

Yes, I've been told and acknowledged that it seems to have been used to refer to intersex humans (and intersex animals, actually, from my independent reading, at least in the Greek it came from, which is interesting!). It's worth knowing, but I don't think it negates the fact that it's been used to refer to cosexual species for hundreds of years and is the current term the vast, vast majority of academia uses.

I'm going to say this one more time and then I'm not repeating it any more times, because y'all clearly either aren't reading or are deliberately ignoring my response to the "listen to intersex people" line. So, for the last time: I am listening to intersex people. I'm listening to this one. And this one. And this one. And these three Page mentions. And this one. And the intersex people I know personally. And - there's a couple more buried in the replies of a couple of my posts on this topic, but you get the idea. We're now playing a game I usually see in syscourse, which goes like this:

[Scene: a disagreement has come up on an issue relevant to Group X.] Person A: listen to Group X! Person B: okay. I have seen significant numbers of Group X on both sides of this disagreement and have listened to both of them. The X People who disagree with you are the ones whose argument makes more sense to me, so I’m agreeing with them. Person A: you’re speaking over Group X! you’re not listening to us! wow I can’t believe you’re being so [relevant form of bigotry] by ignoring X voices! Person B: I literally got my argument from X People who disagree with you. Person A: X-ist!!! Speaking over us!!!

To be perfectly clear: this is not a situation of "I have 1-2 intersex friends who disagree with you and am using that to ignore the fact that the vast majority of the community is of a different opinion than them." That would be fucked up and dodgy at best if not outright morally corrupt. This is a situation of "every time this argument comes up, I see significant numbers of intersex people on both sides, and as far as I can tell there is no community consensus on the topic, so I am listening to the arguments of each group of intersex people and I have decided the group you disagree with is the one whose arguments make more sense to me."

You and the other people insistent that I am in the wrong for not getting on other people's asses about using the word hermaphrodite seem to also be insistent upon ignoring the fact that I have been given zero indication you are actually the majority. I went back through the discussion on this blog when it initially seemed to have slowed to a stop and counted the people against using hermaphrodite as a zoology term (assuming them to all be intersex even though that's probably not true to give it the fairest shot of my previous perceptions of this proportion being skewed) VS the people who identified themselves as intersex and stated they felt it's fine to use, and even counting every single opponent as intersex for benefit of the doubt, the split was almost exactly 50/50 even before I started counting intersex people who think it's fine that I personally know who haven't been publicly involving themselves. And like, yes, this is in no way a representative sample, but it at minimum indicates to me that you do not have the overwhelming majority you seem to think you have, much less a consensus.

So, the evidence you've presented that that assessment is wrong:

Your first three links are, going through the notes, 5-6 people against it and 1-2 people who think it's fine. That's more individual evidence, but again, not really indicative of consensus. Your last link is the same; a handful of people against it and at least one who seems to be implying they don't think there's a problem with applying it to animals, only people (specifically because it's "often used to refer to animals, [...] so it's pretty cruel to attribute to a person"). It's more data, but it still only balances the scales to, like, 70%, it still doesn't give a reason it's supposedly harmful, and frankly I again just flat-out disagree with the reasoning given in that last post - no, it's not a slur when it's not being used against an intersex person, and no, the term brake retarders is not a slur against autistic people; screaming it louder doesn't make it true.

I skipped the second-to-last link because that's the interesting one - the post itself doesn't say anything about this at all, nor does the page it links to (the Intersex Justice Project page only talks about the use of the word hermaphrodite or pseudo-hermaphrodite on intersex people, not its use in zoology). However, it's also got a link to a big long list of resources, which I was very excited to see (genuinely)!

Reader, I went through every single one of those links, including the ones within lists linked on that post (like Morgan Carpenter's writing) - dozens of articles, books, blog posts - every single one that I could a) access without paying money for and b) search relatively easily. I went through every single use of the word hermaphrodite/ic/etc. in these links via Ctrl+F. I spent over an hour doing this. I wanted to do my due diligence and make damn well sure I wasn't missing something.

Reader, in all of these resources, there's exactly three times the use of the word hermaphrodite to refer to cosexual species comes up:

From Harmful Practices and Instrumentalisation, towards Legislative Protections and Community-Owned Healthcare Services: the Context and Goals of the Intersex Movement in Australia by Morgan Carpenter, an intersex advocate and activist with a Ph.D in bioethics and, to quote his bio from his website, "the part-time Executive Director of InterAction for Health and Human Rights, a national charity by and for people with innate variations of sex characteristics that unites Intersex Human Rights Australia and Intersex Peer Support Australia":

The term hermaphrodite has since taken on specific meanings in biology; these traditional terms [hermaphrodite and al-khunthā] are now often understood to be pejorative, and their long legal history has largely been erased.

End of. Not a word about those "specific meanings in biology" being a problem.

From Intersex Explained and the Issues That Confront Us also by Morgan Carpenter:

Historically, the word “hermaphrodite” was used. Hermaphrodite has since become more closely associated, in biology, with species that can perform “male” and “female” sexual functions - something impossible in mammals.

And then moves on. Again, not a word about that biological meaning being problematic in any way.

And most relevant of all, from Introduction to Intersex Activism (2nd edition) from Intersex Initiative Portland:

What is the difference between “hermaphrodite” and “intersex”? In biology, “hermaphrodite” means an organism that has both “male” and “female” sets of reproductive organs (like snails and earthworms). In humans, there are no actual “hermaphrodites” in this sense, although doctors have called people with intersex conditions “hermaphrodites” because intersex bodies do not neatly conform to what doctors define as the “normal” male or female bodies. We find the word “hermaphrodite” misleading, mythologizing, and stigmatizing. Although some intersex activists do reclaim and use this term to describe themselves, it is not an appropriate term to refer to intersex people in general. In short, snails are the hermaphrodites; humans are not. Also, please avoid using the word “intersexual” as a noun; we prefer “intersex people” or “people with intersex conditions/experiences.”

An intersex advocacy group explicitly agreeing with my position that it's fine to use on nonhuman species, in the very list of resources you gave me.

That's it. That's all of 'em. Every single other mention of the word "hermaphrodite/ic" in that list is regarding its use on intersex people, which, once again, is never what this conversation was about. Every time it comes up with regards to nonhuman animals from an actual advocacy group (which, no, is not the be-all-end-all, but is usually a lot better of a measure for the general community's priorities than Random Individuals On Tumblr), it ranges from vaguely to explicitly supportive of using it in that zoological context and definition.

Finally, as basically a footnote to all this:

Just because you are an animal doesn't mean that the term used against humans can be reclaimed by you, an alterhuman, with the body perceived as human.

I never claimed to be reclaiming anything, and I never claimed that the word applies to my current body. My being nonhuman also has nothing to do with whether the word is okay to use to refer to nonhuman animals anyway, frankly; I don't think it's wrong for orthohuman scientists to use the term hermaphroditic animal in their papers either. My species identity is entirely beside the point. My argument isn't that it's okay because I'm nonhuman (that would be stupid, you are correct), my argument is that it's okay because a) I don't see how it's doing harm, b) there's plenty of intersex people who don't think it's doing harm, and in fact c) there's plenty of intersex people saying that insisting the word can only ever apply to humans as a slur is the intersexist thing to do and separating it from its use as a slur by enforcing that "snails are the hermaphrodites; humans are not" separation is a good and helpful thing to do to get people to stop thinking of intersex people that way, and d) I still don't think that calling a cigarette a fag is using a homophobic slur and I don't think this is different.

So... yeah. Thanks for the resource list. Sorry I still don't agree with you. Please stop ignoring the fact that I keep pointing out "listen to intersex people" doesn't really work in this specific instance. I will most likely not be posting any more on this topic after this unless we can all prove that we can have a conversation about this without just repeating ourselves over and over, angrier and angrier each time. Have a nice day.

EDIT: Reblog privileges revoked courtesy of the suicide bait I got in my inbox over this, you can thank the person who thinks telling other people to kill themselves is doing less harm than using the wrong word for an earthworm's genitals for that one. And while I'm here - for the last time, if I wasn't clear in this post somehow, I already did switch words to using cosexual preferentially, which everyone is handily ignoring. My point is that I'm not going to yell at other people for using the word hermaphrodite/ic instead for *waves above* all these reasons.

#rani talks #asked and answered #anonymous #hermaphrodite

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revelboo · 2 months ago

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Revel! I'm so happy to see you posting, I hope you've been good. 🫶 It's my birthday today and reading more of your Starscreams made my morning. Thank you for sharing your amazing writing, you're a gift! 🩷

Happy belated birthday! The inbox is somehow just shy of 500 again and I’m struggling 🤣

Bottom Feeder Pt 8

TFP Starscream x Reader

• “Eat,” he growls, shoving a fistful of random stuff at you that you really don’t want to think about how he got. Because it looks like your big, neurotic turkey kicked a hole in a grocery store wall and just grabbed whatever was within reach. Including shelving. But he’s trying at least. Digging through the pile, you know he’s also trying to distract you because after find out alien dick is a thing? You’ve been hounding him mercilessly to the point that you’re almost sure he’s recharging elsewhere just to avoid you. Biting your bottom lip to keep from smiling, you wonder if you should ease up on him.

• Wings flicking as you tear into a package and dig out a handful of crunchy, shaped little objects and start eating, he sits on the edge of his berth and studies you from the corner of his optic. Relaxing slightly when you don’t immediately ask about Cybertronian interfacing. Again. Because apparently your species is just obsessed with coupling. “I’ll be good,” you say startling him. And you’re looking up at him with those innocent eyes, cute in your unsettlingly alien way. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Optics narrowing, he clears his vents noisily.

• Hiding a snort with a cough when his wings lift slightly, looking so relieved it’s hilarious. And messing with him is the highlight of your day since he’s such a prude, but you’re almost positive you’re giving the giant alien an anxiety complex with your questions. Not even sure why that makes you feel guilty since he’d apparently kidnapped you as some sort of twisted status symbol, making you into his little purse dog. Maybe it’s because watching him interact with the other mechs on the bridge had made you realize his twitchiness is actually fear, flinching when some mechs talk to him, wings drawn tighter to his frame while flaring them out and snapping if the Vehicons, as he’d called them, approach him for anything. “What’s it like to fly?” You ask him and his expression softens some.

• Reaching out, he runs his talons through your hair, fascinated despite himself with how soft it is and you smile up at him to make him feel off balance. “Like life itself,” he mutters, easing back to lay on his berth with his legs hanging over the edge. Venting softly when you wander closer and try to climb up on him, using a servo to help you up and you sit crosslegged on his chassis. Misses other Seekers, flying together. That sense of kinship that comes from Seekers in a trine. Sometimes he wonders if he’s the only one left. If his frame-type, his traditions will end with him. Optics shuttering, he hooks his servos loosely around you. “You learn the wind, the way it plays over you as a sparkling,” he says, unable to keep the fondness from his voice as he uses a servo to lift one of your arms out like a wing. “It becomes familiar, almost a friend and up there, you’re free. Nothing can touch you.”

• He sounds almost lonely and you stretch out on him, feeling the weight of his servos draped against your back. “Maybe I could go flying with you?” And his optics open, head tipping to stare at you. His servos sliding against your spine and you wait for him to scoff at you, curl his lip and huff through his vents. Instead his servo shifts to rub against your jaw before he’s pressing you flat against him and you can feel the thrum of his spark. Not answering at all, but you’re not really surprised. You’re just the exotic pet after all. Eyes closing after he drapes his other arm across his face, murmuring something in his own language that you can’t understand.

#transformers x reader #starscream x reader #tfp starscream

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inkprovised · 10 months ago

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So well... anyone remember my blind!luigi au?😅

I have some more for you🙃

Little Turtle

Bowser stays with the brothers quite a while, and Mario is getting nervous about the giant turtle in their home. Even though Luigi cares good for it, Mario starts feeling uneasy. Plus, they can't keep it forever, can they? Shouldn't they report it? Maybe it is missing somewhere, or is he a new species? Either way, it can not go on like this.

But Lu seems not to think much about it. He is so happy to have found his old friend, sending him away never crosses his mind.

Nor does he question that this giant turtle seems carnivorous... once or twice, it despises the fresh greens Luigi bought for him and finds the fridge emptied of all meet when coming home from work.

Yes, they leave him home alone.

As weird as all of this seems. Mario has no time nor energy to ask around if someone misses this creature. At the same time, he does not talk about it. Call it gutt feeling, but he worried something could go wrong if calling someone. This huge thing was kinda scary, and people make a lot of mistakes when they are scared. Luigi would never forgive him if something happened to it.

Luigi has more time at home than Mario. Sometimes, he is alone for more than 2 days, depending on Mario's schedule and his crush and Co student Peach.

And on one of these days....

Luigi is cleaning the table as Mario closes the front door. The younger twin was getting ready for some studying with audio recorded parts of his books. Their friends are the best! Not all books Luigi needs are online to find and even less can be autoread by a computer, so his and Mario's friends help him out in their free time and record passages of the material he needs. It was nice hearing the voices of his friends while learning.

But before he could even start, Lu heard another voice. A foreign one.

Luigi spills his coffee in shock when hearing the deep voice behind him.

Was there a burglar in his home?? He did not hear someone come in. What should he do??!!

In panic, he grips his cane, whirls around, trying to threaten the one who invaded his home, but all that comes out is unintelligible stammering...

Amused laughter and a short introduction later, Luigi has to sit down.

So there is this turtle... guy... who calls himself Bowser.

All the sweet-talking, the kisses, the belly rubs, cuddling, using him as a pillow .... he did not say a single word.

After trying to process what Luigi did, they just talked for hours, and the plans for studying were forgotten.

When Mario comes home two days later, the brothers sit together, drinking coffee, and the older one talks about Peach and how much he does not know how to ask her out. In that moment, he hears heavy steps coming to them.

There stands that turtle holding something in its hands.

Mario holds a little more distance to Bowser after that and watches him intently. All to Lu's safety.

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justalittleficsideblog · 2 years ago

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Can I touch your wings..?

Asking to touch / see their wings with Mammon, Lucifer, and Diavolo! i feel like these would be kinda sensitive but not rlly?

Lucifer

you had both been working in his office, you were simply trying to work through your homework without the brothers interfering (as they usually did). Your most recent subject involved the anatomy and biology of demons.

reading through the various lists of wings and their differences, you realized Lucifer's wings were a bit odd compared to the others in the textbook. most were bat or insect-like. Glancing up, you spoke.

"Hey... Lucifer, could I see your wings a minute?"

eyes immediately lifting to meet yours he grunts

"and why.. pray tell?"

fumbling over yourself you flip your textbook over to show him what you were studying. "Yours don't look anything like these! I just wanted to get a better view of them. Pleaseee, it's for my assignment."

rolling his eyes, he stood from his chair and dropped his jacket onto his desk, back facing you. in a blink, they appeared, black feathers swooshing around you.

they were enormous, gorgeous even, the pure slate colored feather tips gently drifting across the floor. you had assumed he had gorgeous angel wings, and that they looked similar to what was in front of you. which made you wonder...

reaching a hand out, your fingertips brushed the spot the wings met his back. before you knew it, he whirled in front of you, grabbing your wrist that was touching his wings.

you staggered back at his reaction, trying to pull free from his grip.

"Don't" he released you as you fell back into the chair, gaping up at him.

"luci... they're incredible! I- I didn't know they were so sensitive, my bad."

he left you to your studies, but you were completely breathless... wanting to touch them in full again.

meanwhile, as lucifer struck out of his office, his heart was erratic in his chest. the feeling of your hands gently stroking his feathers caused him to bristle, no one had ever dare to touch his wings before you...

Mammon

Somehow you and Mammon had ended up binge watching nature documentaries as he made an offhand comment about not knowing much about humans and their animals.

So, you had picked one about flying animals and now, the narrator was explaining the different types of wings and how each fits the species and their needs perfectly.

Eyeing the male next to you, you thought about his own wings.

“hey… Mammon?” you murmured, causing his head to turn towards you as he raised an eyebrow in question. “I mean… can you show me your wings? I kinda want to compare them to what I’ve seen in the human realm.”

He shuffles awkwardly between himself, turning his head away, “the hell would’ja wanna do that for? You’ve seen them plenty.” You huffed at his reply and grabbed his shoulders, turning his face towards you. Blinking up at him, you gave your best puppy dog eyes.

He squirmed away from you, “uGH, fine! Just… turn around!”

Happily scooching back, you felt a slight breeze as his wings popped out. Glancing at them, you stared in awe as you came closer, looking over the white, bony structure connected by a thin, black membrane that seemed almost translucent the more you looked at it.

You reached out a hand, fingertips brushing along the sharp edges. You felt Mammon shiver beneath your touch, his face becoming flushed as your gentle touch. Were they sensitive? You thought, bringing your hand to wrap around where it connected into his back.

He jolted, wings disappearing as he spun around to face you, sweat starting to slick his brow as he brought up his wrist to cover his mouth. “Alright! That’s enough, you can’t just poke and prod wherever ya please!”

You laughed, short and soft as he became more and more uncomfortable beneath your gaze. Settling back down to the couch, you continued on with the show.

Unbeknownst to you, Mammon was on fire, the spot where his wings met his back was on fire from your touch. He hadn’t realized how sensitive to your touch he was… but he couldn’t say he was complaining.

Diavolo

You had been playing some games with the lord of devildom, entertaining him with games, books, and more about different folklore and fantasy that humans were interested in. He was particularly interested in one of the mini board characters, a dragon to be specific.

“Indeed, it does look rather defiant, does it not?” he asked you. Nodding in reply, you grabbed the mini figurine from him and turned it around to study it. you took particular notice of it’s wings, the hook looking incredibly similar to the ones on someone’s wings…

“Hey, Diavolo? Could I see your wings for a minute?”

Eyes widening, he tilted his head at your request, looking at how you were contemplating the tiny statue in front of you. Did you mean to compare his wings to this…. Tiny clay thing? He smiled and the next thing you knew, Diavolo was in his demon form.

He turned around and rolled his shoulders back, stretching his wingspan to it’s full length. Your mouth dropped open. Fanned out in front of you, were the largest wings you had ever seen. The muscles and membrane that stretched between the structures of all four wings were nothing but impressive. You looked at the changing colors between the membrane, noticing tiny glistening cells that made up the brunt of it.

“Holy shit…” you murmured. To be honest, his wings very well could have been the inspiration of dragons. They looked incredibly strong… you reached out a hand instinctively to touch the …horn? On the top of his wing.

Diavolo laughed at your expression of awe and desire to touch his wings. No one had ever been bold enough to try and touch them, even Barbatos knew better than to brush past them. But you… were so delicate and curious about them. He assumed you thought they were the stuff of legends.

“Are they to your liking?” he flapped his wings, causing a gust of wind to overtake you. Blinking up at him you responded, “They are… something out of a fairytale, Dia. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so…” you were at a loss for words, extending your hand towards the middle of his back, your fingertips brushing along his wingspan.

In a blink, he was towering over you, his wings cocooning you closer to him as you braced your hands against his chest.

“Oh! I- uh… I’m sorry,” you squirmed, backing into his wings. He laughed, transforming back to his casual clothes from before in a blink. He enjoyed teasing you, but you couldn’t ignore the glint in his eyes the way he turned towards you after you touched his skin.

“Well… shall we continue where we left off?” Diavolo gestured to the games laid out in front of him. You nodded, a bit spaced out by the whole ordeal.

“Dia, I have to admit, your wings are magnificent.” Glancing down back towards your book, you laughed as you plunged back onto the couch.

Unaware of his gaze, Diavolo felt an immense pride at the idea of you admiring him. He didn’t consider himself insecure by any means, but he felt his chest flutter at your words… and your touch, he felt his blood scream when you had touched them.

“Well you know… you can see my wings anytime you like.”

#obey me mammon #shall we date #obey me #mammon x reader #lucifer x reader #om! diavolo #diavolo x you #this has been fermenting in my drafts for like a week lmfao

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Hi, I hope you’re having a good day, I’m up at like midnight trying to sleep but I had an idea that I just had to submit. What if while the team is working on a trafficking sting in Australia they stumble upon a Tasmanian tiger hybrid who is among the last of their kind. as an Australian I have loved this species since I first found out about it and thought it would make a great tragic story ❤️.

Okay, so I looked up what these creatures look like, and then read further about them later on, and learned they are extinct. This made it a bit of a challenge but a welcome one. I also genuinely could not think of a good name for the reader, even a nickname, so if there is some placeholder spots that's why.

Taz

CoD Hybrid AU | Navigation

CW: Mentions of trafficking, mentions of possible life risks, let me know if I missed anything.

At first you felt yourself drifiting to unconsciousness, your body sore and starting to give out. Then there was a soft voice, and a strange shape outside your kennel. Everything faded into darkness, as you thought you were leaving the mortal world. Something went over your face and the soft voice continued to speak to you. It reassured you everything would be okay, and that you were going to get help.

Then you started to hear beeping. Soft and steady. You didn't feel panicked when you opened your eyes, despite the tubes that were connected to your body. In fact you didn't notice the tubes, until you moved your arms. A sedative no doubt. Maybe you'd already been sold, and they were worried about keeping you alive. At the moment your vision was still dark, there was a blindfold over your eyes, likely to keep you from overstressing. A door opened, making your ears twitch towards the sound.

"Hello?" The soft voice from before spoke before closing the door. "Can you hear me? You can just lift your hand or move a little."

You lifted your hand, your throat dry from a lack of water. "My name is Spirit. I'm here to help you. Your eyes are covered to reduce your stress, along with a sedative to keep your heart rate steady. You're being given some medicine as well. Would you like some water?"

You lifted your hand. Spirit warned you she was going to touch you, and gave you some water with a straw. She went on to explain that you would be in bed for a while, and the blindfold would remain until they can assure your stress levels are low enough. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call out, you have a room to yourself and Spirit would ensure someone came that could be trusted. For now, you should rest for a bit.

"Th-Thank you." You croaked. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Spirit asked.

"Not a...very good product." You said. Spirit stood there for a moment, silent.

"May I hold your hand?" Spirit asked. You nodded, with some hesitation. Not the first time someone asked that, and the result wasn't pleasant. Small calloused hands held your palm, rubbing it gently over the bandages. "You're not a product, no one bought you. My team and I rescued you from your situation. No one will be purchasing you. Once you recover, we'll do everything we can to send you to a good home."

You took a moment, before the tears started to fall. You whimpered, and Spirit's soft hand went to your cheek. Spirit could feel you shaking, despite the sedatives in your body. "You're safe here. I promise."

After some more water and some food fed to you, Spirit made sure you were taken care of for the rest of the night. She went the extra effort to tuck you in, and talk to you a little bit. If you had any questions, she was happy to answer. Once you were more comfortable, Spirit made sure you had everything you needed before saying good night, and leaving you alone. The room was a little cold, but the blanket felt warmer than before. It felt too good to be true. Free. You were free.

Spirit took you on walks once you felt comfortable to walk around. The blindfold stayed on for a while, Spirit leading you to the washroom, taking the role of your caregiver. Some times it was another person, but they were very careful with making you feel safe and preventing you from being overwhelmed. One day you asked Spirit if you could try walking around, wanting to know more about where you were. Spirit made sure you wore shoes, and some pants. The last thing Spirit wanted was for you to walk around in a hospital gown, feeling exposed. You needed a little help with your tail, but that was it.

One foot in front of the other as you walked around, Spirit being very patient with your progress. As you went, people passed, and were pointed out to you. Then there was a shout and you yelped, tensing up. You were off the sedative, so Spirit spoke to you clearly and clamly. Alarm bells were going off in your head, as your heart rate went up. You were grounded quickly, held on to, firmly but not painfully. Spirit readjusted herself, and sat next to you, holding you close, while you clung to her. A hand went to your hair and ears, stroking them gently.

"Sergeant, could you grab Soap for me, remind him to be quiet." Spirit said. You heard footsteps leave and then some come back, along with a scottish accent.

"What appened?" He asked. If you could see the death stare, Spirit gave her older brother, you would think her eyes were silver. Soap realized what he'd done right away. In his defence he didn't realize you'd left the room with her. He apologized and asked what he could do to help.

"I-I... I'm fine now I think." You said. You wanted to keep going, try to push through the attack.

"Are you sure?" Spirit asked. You nodded.

"Wanna 'and?" Soap offered. You sniffed the air, trying to figure out what he was. A wolf maybe? Smelled like it. You cautiously held your hand out and felt much bigger, and rougher hands than Spirit's.

"Thank you." You said. Spirit took your other arm, and you said bye to Soap while Spirit let you keep walking.

For a few minutes everything was fine, until you turned a corner. You were still fine, but you heard Spirit raise her voice a bit. "Horangi, don't even think about it."

You heard a different language and a very odd scent. Certainly not a normal animal. Was that brimstone as well? Spirit assured you she would introduce you to her team if you wanted to meet them. For now she wanted your faculties back and for you to feel safe, so stress wouldn't over take you.

The blindfold came off, and the lights were low. You could still make out the sergeant with rabbit ears and antlers. It didn't take much to know who Spirit was, as she'd spent plenty of time with you. You were her top priority along with the other rescued creatures.

Soap was friendly with you right off the bat. You were a new scent to him as well. He wasn't entirely sure what you were at first, but if his sister could trust you then he was willing. Soap came to visit you on occasion in your room, keeping you company. When the fullmoon comes around though, he is sure to avoid you like the plague. Spirit let's you watch the shift happen from a safe place, with the rest of the team providing a distraction for the wolf. You want to rebuild your confidence, and exposure to experiences was what you wanted to do.

You met others as well. Spirit figured it couldn't hurt for you to interact with other hybrids. Rudy meets you next, and as always the cadejos are a welcome treat. Sometimes the white one will pop half of it's body in first before Rodolfo steps inside. Once you tried throwing something to the dog while it was halfway through the door, and it caught it, coming over to you so you could toss it again. Rudy just stood outside your door, letting you enjoy your little session with the cadejo.

Ghost avoids you like the plague. You're a rare creature, he hasn't seen a hybrid or animal like you before, so he isn't about to take the risk of stressing you out to the point your heart gives out. Not the most comforting sort anyways. However he still has to pass your room from time to time, so you get a whiff of him. It's an odd scent, but when you encounter him face to face you know who it is. Admittedly, when Ghost sees you, it's like finding a hurt puppy. You had been through it no doubt, and if you need to talk to someone, he can take the rough shit you don't like bringing up.

Kyle is surprisingly one of the best people to be around. When you were still blindfolded, he didn't mind leading you around base. His feathers are great when you need a sensory for your hands. Sometimes you think it's annoying for him. No it's not, but if you want you can prune him a bit. Actually it becomes an activity that helps you focus, and Gaz gets some comfort out of it. If you ever need some comfort outside your room, his wings actually make for a great cover when your breathing gets difficult. No you're not holding him up. His superiors are understanding with these sort of things.

Alejandro asked what hybrid you were right off the bat, and honestly you weren't entirely sure yourself. Some people said you were a tiger, others said you were a dog. Alejandro offers to let you test out what you can do, but if you ever need to stop, he won't push. Yeah, that sounds kind of nice. You could use some exercise, and Alejandro is pretty good coach. Gentle but pushes you. One more. You can do one more. If you do one more, he'll piggyback you inside. Done, awesome, you hungry? Alright, he'll carry you there.

Now usually Simon was the one to take an interest in newcomers at a distance. Price however, he is curious about you. Your scent is uncommon, really uncommon. It can't be easy with some of the looks you were getting. That being said, he's a big dragon. Approaching you slowly and carefully was the safest. On occasion you would step outside where he was, and observe whatever was going on outside. Price has a habit and instinct where his wing covers members of his pack, usually during sleep. In this case, he makes sure you have some shade or an umbrella. One such time, it started to rain, and wing went over you. You held out your hand to let it fall on you. It had been a while since you'd felt the rain or even seen it. Price noticed your curiosity and let you step out from under his wing, seeing your curiousity turn into joy.

"I hate both the British government and the Tasmanian government." Spirit said.

"Wanna expand on that Spirit?" Kyle asked, a brow raised.

"I found out what Y/N is." Spirit said.

"Golden retriever?" Soap guessed.

"I guessed greyhound." Rudy added.

"They're not a dog, not exactly." Spirit said sighing. "They're a tasmanian tiger."

The room was a little quiet. Price sighed, knowing this made it harder. The animal itself was extinct for about 50 or so years. Hybrids were even more rare and for all the wrong reasons. No wonder you'd been priced so high. You could very well be the only one left. The rest of the team was a less aware, but Price's reaction was enough to tell them it was bad.

"What does this have to do with the British?" Kyle asked.

"Tasmanian tigers and wolves are extinct, and largely due to the Tasmanian government putting out government-backed bounties, and the British colonizing didn't make that any better." Spirit explained. "At first I thought it was just the animals, but when I contacted some organizations, more than a couple asked whether we wanted to be paid or pay them upon delivering Y/N to them."

"They hunted hybrids?" Soap asked. Yeah, he'd heard of werewolves getting hunted, but shit like that didn't happen as often anymore. It was much more rare to hear about. To hear the government was still offering bounties made him sick. Made all of them sick. Hell you were just a kid, what could you honestly do?

"It's going to take much longer for me to find them a placement, one that I know will be safe." Spirit said.

"Mija, I hate to be that person, but remember that you can't guarentee a perfect placement for them. These are rare circumstances, it won't be easy." Alejandro spoke up. Spirit was aware of that, but it wouldn't stop her from asking around. It could mean sending you to a program, but she could live with that. That was the last resort though. Spirit turned her attention to the captain.

"I'm going to contact Laswell, see what she can find on any possible families or other organizations that could take in someone like Y/N." Spirit reported. Price gave her a nod, accepting her next course of action.

Now you were faced with boredom. You were able to get your hands on some books, which you devoured quickly. There wasn't much else to do on the base. Part of your routine was answering questions. Spirit or Laswell would ask them but it was rare even then. You would ask around for something to do, and even spend time with the other rescues. They seemed happy to get to go home soon, while some were a little nervous to go a program. You were given their contact info, so you could maintain your friendships. Even saw them off as they left the base.

The 141, Los Vacqueros and the members from Kortac didn't mind spending time with you, but they weren't always available. The Kortac members were easier to interact with, as they didn't have the same work as the others.

Horangi decides to show you how to gamble, under the radar. Well he tried but Spirit didn't find your lessons appropriate. Card games are fine, but betting snacks instead of chips was preferred. He can teach you other games as well. Some games you can play by yourself if he isn't around to teach you. Usually Horangi wouldn't bother with you, it's not part of his job. Playing some games to keep you entertained you could at least entertain him too. The best part is he finds playing games with you is a great time killer, and you're good at them as well.

Konig likes you. Usually, he's indifferent, not wanting to get attached but you're an exception. His large size has kept some people at bay, quieting others when things get too loud, and he can run you through the five senses during anxiety attacks. He's also the brimstone smell you caught when you were blindfolded. When you go outside of the base, exploring the area around, König gives you privacy if you need it. Your scent is distinct, so he can find you easily if it's time to head back. Also, he plays with your ears, which is very comforting.

You taught yourself to hunt, with Soap encouraging you to do so. In his eyes you're still a canine, and learning to hunt is something you should know or at least understand at your age. Thing is, while you would catch mice while in captivity, you often let them go. They still fed you, so hunting wasn't necessary. Soap tried to show you how to hunt like a wolf, but you're not exactly a wolf. You don't have the same speed as him but can sniff out prey easily enough, so Soap switches his teaching strategy to tracking.

Alejandro gets involved, understanding that a hybrid like you would often hunt in pairs. Once they marked a critter they released it, letting you chase after it. The two men stood back watching you... well they gave you credit for your determination. You kept chasing and diving for the fake animal, even going face first with your jaws. Okay, admittedly, they didn't know you could open your mouth that wide. Eventually, one nose dive left you on the ground, and you just lay there. Yeah you're okay, just tired and frustrated. Alejandro came over to sit with you, seeing how messy your face, hair and arms had gotten. You spat out dirt. More than once.

"We can take a break." He offered. He saw you keeping quiet, watching the critter take cover in a number of places.

"I'm stupid." You said, hugging your knees. Alejandro sighed, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"No, you're not." Alejandro told you. "You're not used to hunting, and we don't have proper teachers for you."

The colonel noticed you seemed more disappointed in yourself. Your face was a wreck, honestly. Scratches and a couple bruises. "Be proud of yourself. Not everyone dives head first into these things. Literally. It will take time to learn. Okay?"

You nodded, and got a hand up. You would find a way to catch the critter. One way or another. But yeah you were hungry, and probably needed some wounds cleaned. Maybe a shower.

When you returned, Spirit and Price were waiting. Spirit was trying not to look worried, while Price was confused how you got filthy while the colonel and sergeant seemed untouched. As soon as hunting practice is brought up, the two were understanding. Price offered to take you to get fixed and cleaned up. He too, told you to take pride in your bold approach. But to be careful, going face first.

Price took over your training. He watched as you scrambled for the critter, diving for it, and trying to grab at it. Still no luck. Price called you over after the fifth failed attempt, where you nearly broke your nose.

"If you keep chasing it in circles you'll wind up dizzy." He told you. "You need to rethink your plan of attack."

"I have one but it won't work." You told him.

"Why's that?" He asked.

"If I could chase it through the terrain, I think I might know a way to corner it." You told him. Price was intrigued. You'd gone from chasing your tail to suddenly having a strategy. A basic one, but he might be able to work something out to let you think it over more. Price invites you back inside, showing you a map of the surrounding area. In the end you had a good ambush strategy you could pull off with Alejandro.

Price is impressed and expresses as much. Your beaming makes his praise all the sweeter.

When you try again, Alejandro is open to your suggestion, and you're successful, cornering the target and capturing it. Alejandro came over and told you how brilliant you were. After that, you found yourself interested in strategy, intrigued by battles with creative tactics, and losses that could have been won through other means. Price was finding himself asking for your input on a few missions, and letting you look over some reports he was working on.

On one occasion you fell asleep looking at one, sitting slouched in a chair, with your legs tucked up. Price noticed maybe an hour into your nap. Seeing you sleeping there, made him feel old. It also reminded him that someone probably felt the same way. Spirit was still at work, finding a placement for you, one that was safe and thorough, even looking for your parents. Price was wondering, while looking at how peaceful you were, if he could let you go so easily.

Price was watching you learn how to fight, Alejandro dragging Horangi into his training sessions again. Both of them checked in to make sure you didn't freak out or get overwhelmed while they taught you maneuvers. Kyle came up beside him and looked at Price who seemed to be focused on you. Kyle could see why, as to whether he thought it was a good idea, that was in the air.

"I haven't seen you this focused on sparring practice in a while." Kyle commented. Price's focus was finally taken off of you for a moment.

"They're good." Price said shrugging. Just good? Kyle had seen you, you'd gone from a shivering puppy to a confident fighter. The dragon hybrid was looking at you, like you could be a new addition to his hoard. Which made Kyle a little concerned. You could be a valuable addition to the team sure, but the problem was, too much stress could kill you, literally. It was part of the reason Spirit kept you blindfolded until you felt comfortable.

Kyle was getting attached as well. You got excited when he dive bombed targets during your strategies. Seeing how pleased you were when your plans were successful, even just in practice put a smile on his face. You had two tails when you got engrossed in a book. Kyle could sit and listen to you point out all the flaws in an attack plan in your books for hours. You were constantly pushing yourself to be better, and like Price, Kyle had found you passed out with your novels and guides more than once.

Kyle was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a hard thud, and you apologizing over and over. You'd gotten Horangi on his back who was snickering at your frantic state. There was still plenty for you to learn as Kyle found himself smiling again.

One night, everyone was staying inside, no going out. Above you heard the rain coming down hard. Really hard. Really really- was that rain or hail? Your ears flattened as you felt yourself getting nervous. It was just the weather. Just the weather. The base would protect you. You were safe. Safe.

Thunder crashed above and your cried out. Your hands went over your years, your body tucked up into a ball, and you squeezed your eyes shut. Deep breaths, you needed to take deep breaths. It was loud above you as hail continued to pound against the roof. Your heart was pounding in your chest, threatening to break out of it.

Suddenly, a warm blanket was draped over you, and a large weight joined you on the bed. Your eyes slowly opened, as the blanket was pulled off your head, and wrapped tightly around you. When you looked up, you saw Kyle looking down at you, concern on his face. There waas a flash and you looked around the room, waiting for the thunder, tensing up again. Large hands covered yours, muffling the noise even more, and Kyle sat behind you.

"Pretty loud aye?" Kyle asked, though you could barely hear him. You nodded, whimpering. "You're safe. It can't hurt you here."

Kyle moved in a little closer and pulled you to his chest, while he rested against the wall. He was really warm, and it was really comforting. Safe. You were safe with him. His wings wrapped around you partially. Your heartbeat was settling to a steady beat, as you rested your head on his chest. You didn't know harpy hearts sounded like that. It was calm, soft, and soothing.

Kyle smiled down at you, seeing you were being lulled to sleep. You were nuzzling into his hoodie. The tactical tasmanian tiger, scared of hail and thunder. Yeah he didn't like hail and thunder either. Made flying difficult. Kyle pulled the blanket over you, letting sleep take over. The others were helping the rest of the rescued kids, he had nowhere to be.

While he looked at your sleeping face, he let the hail above drown out his words, thinking out loud. "I think Price wants to adopt you. I want him to as well. This isn't the right place for you though, too much pressure, too much stress. Knowing him though... he'll find a way to make it work. You're special, really special. No matter what we're here for you."

Price was watching the scene from the door way, with Kyle. How could he let you go now?

You were the last rescue, still awaiting a placement. In the mean time, the team made you feel at home. They had you helping with tasks on base, and taking part in training. You sparred with most of them by now, and tested strategies with all of them. You were spending more and more time with Kyle and Price. One of them would often sit in with you while Spirit gave you check-ups and told you how her search for a safe program was going. Spirit wasn't about to force you into a place you didn't want but she had limited time.

The last few times, Price would stay behind to chat with Spirit. You didn't know what about, but that was okay. You could find Kyle for some target practice or tag. A couple times Kyle stayed behind as well, so Price showed you some sparring tricks he'd learned from years of experience. You were getting anxious though as Spirit's window was closing in. Honestly, you didn't need your parents by now. You had your own pack here. It was a little scary, but you were safe.

The final day comes and both Kyle and Price take you to Spirit. They're protective as they walk with, standing on either side. Price kept a hand on your back, while your tail was tucked between your legs. Spirit stood outside the small office giving you a friendly smile. You sat down at a chair, with Kyle and Price behind you, and a stranger standing behind Spirit.

"Y/N, do you want to go to a program?" Spirit asked. Your ears perked up. You thought you didn't have much of a choice. Isn't that why the stranger was there?

"No." You said. The stranger let out a soft breath, expecting your answer. Spirit looked back at him, shrugging.

"You want to stay on base?" She asked. You nodded because yeah you did want to stay. You felt so useful and not just for your looks or hybrid features. Your tail started to wag.

"Unfortunately, staying on base is not very simple." Spirit explained. Your ears lowered, and your tail stopped moving. "There's plenty of noise, things that can startle you and highly stressful situations that would put your life highly at risk."

"I know." You said, lowering your gaze in disappointment.

"There are some solutions for that." Spirit told you. You looked up, hopeful. Spirit sighed, knowing this explaination would be complicated. At least it was a decent compromise.

"There's a program in Australia, one that I have been assured will focus on your health and safety above all else. Not only that, but they can help you with handling stressful situations, as well as allow you to have regular visits with your sponsors. You can come visit the base or any other base as long as your sponsors agree to it." Spirit continued. She gestured to the stranger. "This man is a rerainer for the program, and thoroughly studies the hybrids they work with. He's here to take you to their facility, but only if you agree to it."

You sat there, listening to the explanation. It sounded too good to be true. You'd heard about programs being rough for a lot of hybrids but Spirit trusted this one. You did have a question though.

"Who are my sponsors?" You asked. Spirit looked past you and nodded to the two winged men standing behind you. You turned around and saw both of them smiling. Your face lit up, and without thinking, you ran over to Price, hugging his waist. He chuckled and hugged you back.

"I take it that's a yes?" Spirit asked. You nodded against Price's shirt, tearing up. The stranger smirked, and talked to Spirit for a moment. It was going to be a couple days before you were taken to the facility. It was also going to be scary. You were happy though, and that was enough for Kyle and Price. You had a pack now, and they both had a new treasure.

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niqhtlord01 · 1 year ago

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Humans are weird: Dogs

Alien: Why did you take me to here? Alien: You know I hate being outside. Human: How else would I get you to the greatest place on the planet? Alien: *About to ask question when sudden noise distracts them* Alien: *Reads sign on nearby post* Alien: What is a “Dog Park”? ----------------------------- Human: Unlike cats, dogs are man’s true best friend. Alien: And why is that? Human: Because they won’t brutally maim you if you pet them too long. -----------------------------

Alien: What does one do with their dog? Human: Play fetch mostly. Alien: What is fetch? Human: *Picks up ball and throws it* *Nearest dog sprints after it and brings it back* Alien: That’s it? Human: No; now comes the difficult part. Alien: Which is? Human: Trying to get the ball back. ---------------------------

Alien: Aren’t these creatures expensive to maintain? Human: Medical wise they are about the same as cats. Human: Entertainment wise they are much cheaper. Alien: How so? Human: *Picks up nearby stick and wobbles it around* *Golden retriever stops what it was doing and focuses on stick* *Tail begins wagging at turbo speed and they hunch down on two legs with their back legs up* Human: *Hands stick to alien friend* Now you try. Alien: Really? Alien: You think this will- Alien: *Notices dog now focusing entirely on him as he wobbles stick* Alien: Oh my gods…. Human: I know right? Alien: I have become their god now. ----------------------------

Alien: Do they have any weaknesses? Human: Don’t put a mirror in front of them. Alien: What happens if you do? *Pair turns as a dog begins loudly barking* *Pair see a dog barking aggressively at its own reflection* Human: Because of that. Alien: That doesn’t seem so- *Dog leaps at mirror and bonks its head* Human: See? Alien: Question withdrawn. -----------------------

Alien: May I try walking one of these dogs? Human: Are you sure? Human: You’ll need upper arm strength to restrain them if they get excited. Alien: *Looks down at tiny little corgi* Alien: I think I can handle them. *Chuckles* Human: Alright. *Hands leash over* Alien: *Begins walking dog around park* Alien: I don’t know what they were talking about. Alien: This is easy. *Random squirrel runs past corgi and Corgi chases after it* Alien: *Violently thrown to ground by sudden pull and dragged across the dog park* Human: *Watching his alien friend swear in his native language* I’d feel sorry over this, but I warned them so it’s okay to be funny. -------------------------

Alien: *Finally gets free of corgi leash and picks themselves off the ground* Alien: What…*Gasp* the….*double gasp* florp! Alien: How was that tiny creature so strong?! Human: The tiny ones are the most energetic. Human: The big ones are the giant babies of the species. Alien: How does that make any sense at all? Human: *Takes alien by the face and directs their gaze down at excited pitbull8 Human: Look at that smooshy face! Human: Nothing has to make sense when you look at that cute stupid smooshy face! -------------------------

*Dog comes up at starts nuzzling alien* Alien: Ah; you are an adorable creature. *picks up dog and cradles it like a baby* Alien: *Starts rubbing its belly* Human: *Notices and comes over* Human: I’m glad you’re starting to warm up to them. Alien: *Nods* They are enjoyable after a period. Human: Just as an FYI, that’s a Pug and when they’re on their back they can’t breathe. Alien: WHAT!? Alien: *Immediately puts dog down and it gasps several times* Alien: I didn’t….you mustn't think I would.. Human: Just wait a sec. *Alien watches pug take several more deep breaths before looking up at him and starts wagging tail again.* Alien: They are not very smart, are they? Human: We call that their “Derp” factor. ------------------------------

Human: Hey Greg. Human 2: Yo. Alien: What are you doing? Human 2: Playing “Hide and go seek” with my dog Burt. Alien: *Begins looking around* Where is this- *sees Burt standing behind bench poorly hid* Alien: I can see- Human 2: Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh. Human 2: Don’t make eye contact. Alien: Why not? Human 2: Because you need to wait five minutes searching the entire park before you find him; it makes him feel like a really good boi. Alien: But why not just- *Human 2 leans in close* Human 2: So help me if you look at him before those five minutes are up and make him sad I will hit you with my car. Alien: Wait what!? Alien: You can’t be serious! Human: *nods* Dog people take their pets happiness very seriously. Alien: But to hit someone with a car? Human: *Shrugs* I once shot a guy for throwing an empty soda can at my little bugger. Alien: You take your dog’s very…..seriously, I see. Human: Is there any other way?

#humans are insane #humans are space oddities #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #scifi #writing #original writing #niqhtlord01 #funny #dogs

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wolfsteax · 5 months ago

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Finished the updated design for my species the "Kevnikoll".

I'm much happier with this revision! The Kevni are an open species, so feel free to make OCs and all that! I'm still working on the world lore, but feel free to ask me questions about the species and world!

#my art #character design #concept art #creature design #monster #alien #creature #anthro #furry #scalie #open species #species #kevnikoll #kevni #info sheet #species guide

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xaeoism · 6 months ago

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FLOWERS FOR YOU (Scaramouche x gender neutral reader)

A/N - Might've lost the plot after trying to write this out for months..

Scaramouche was a florist, and he's not very good in expressing his feelings.

While the exterior of the store might look cold and minimalist, the same cannot be said for the interior. The front window showcases the exquisitely done bouquets, attracting the eyes of passersby and inviting them to come in the store. Further inside, there are shelves carrying different floral species of every colour lined along the walls and buckets of fresh flowers arranged in rows on the ground, for customers to pick out the flowers themselves.

The cool air circulating around the store carries the scent of the fresh flowers, the fragrance further enticing customers that have just opened the door to come in and explore to their heart's content.

When Scaramouche hears the jingle of the bell hung at the top of the entrance, he sighs internally. After all, another customer just means another bouquet to arrange and wrap up for.

Scaramouche has never liked flowers.

He walks out to the counter and opts to put on the friendliest smile he could muster to see the customer already squatting down to check out the types of flowers they could choose from.

"Welcome, may I be of any assistance to you?", he questions.

The customer turns their head and gives Scaramouche a little nod to acknowledge him before bringing their attention back to the fresh flowers in front of them. Scaramouche's smile pulls into a thin line at the lack of response.

Just as he was about to turn around and click his tongue in annoyance, the customer stops him in his tracks when they finally open their mouth to ask, "If the bouquet was to be given to a love interest, what flowers would you recommend?"

He turns his head to the customer once more, a smile resurfacing upon his features. His favourite question. He replies with ease, "I'd recommend roses, baby breath and some lavender."

Classy, inexpensive and easy for him to wrap it up.

He makes quick work of the bouquet, ensuring that it has been wrapped neatly before ringing them up and sending them off with a smile.

When the bell rings again and he is greeted with the sight of you, he lets out a sigh to try and hide the small smile that forms on his face.

"Morning, Kuni. How are you doing today?", you ask, giving him such a sweet smile that even the beauty of the flowers combined can't compare.

Scaramouche has never liked flowers, but, he supposed that he would tolerate it for you.

"My day was going fine until you came.", he answers, narrowing his eyes when they meet yours.

"Oh? Did my presence make your day?", you teased while making your way through the store to get to him.

"You wish.", he retorts.

"Whatever you say, Kuni. Anyways, what are your top picks for this week?", you ask as you lean on the counter.

"For you? Nothing. Don't expect a bouquet."

You turn around after hearing those words, about to argue back before a bouquet appears in front of you. It was made out of all your favourites - the large white peonies dominate the bouquet with their soft, full blooms, slightly hidden by the small yet vibrant pink carnations. Long feathery ferns bring about texture and balance, completing the arrangement with a bright and delicate touch.

You look back at him, surprise evident in your eyes before it turns into a mischievous glint when you see the tip of his ears turning red.

"Oh, what's this now? I thought you said you weren't giving me anything?", you teased.

"Fine, don't have it then. I'll give it to the next customer for free.", he grumbles, retracting his arm back.

"Come on now Kuni, I never said I didn't want it.", you reply, hastily taking the bouquet from him before it disappeared under the counter. You held it close to yourself, a smile adorning your face as you admire the arrangement he made for you.

Warmth wraps around his heart like a blanket when he sees your expression towards the flowers, and he thinks that there is definitely no one else in this world who could make his heart beat just like you.

"Well, aren't you going to pay up? Surely you don't think that my service comes for free.", he asks with a small huff.

You look up at him, flashing him a bright smile before leaning over the counter to give him a kiss. "Thank you, Kuni. I really loved the flowers this time."

He takes a look at you for a few seconds, admiring your features before he pulls you close to him.

"Are you kidding? I think you owe me more than just one kiss, darling.", he says.

"Hmm, would ten more suffice?", you ask.

"Hah, I'll tell you when it's enough.", is all he says before his lips are on yours once more.

#scaramouche #genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #scara x reader #genshin scaramouche #genshin wanderer #scaramouche fluff #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi

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snoopledrooplecheesedoodle · 5 months ago

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New Oc: "Mermaid" Cult Leader

Hey all I apologize for not finishing my Yanmas strong so I thought I'd pop in with the little inspiration I have and create another beautiful man for you to simp over. Truth is their gender is complicated as they are born male but have taken on the role of "goddess" so feminine pronouns are used by all worshipers. Only you may use masculine pronouns.

Don't have a name yet and am researching for my long fic, post any name you feel will fit in the comments.

Yandere's tail and appearance is based off the blue-lipped sea krait.

Cult Leader "mermaid" is an ethereal beauty with jade white skin and eyes the color of the ocean abyss. His long silken ebony colored hair flowing freely and accentuated by his black and azure ringed tail.

You are a researcher who happens upon this simple fishing village. As their waters are less polluted than most you are overjoyed by the large biodiversity found there.

At first many of the villagers are skeptical of you, being told that outsiders are no good by their "goddess".

Their "mermaid goddess" came to them when a large sea monster was ravaging the coast side and scared off the sea monster with "her" holy presence. Plenty and healing all attributed to the mermaid.

"Mermaid" in question was the sea monster, rather sea serpent that grew bored of ravaging their coast and attempted to communicate with mortals. Big mistake as he is now trapped in a sacred spring that is much too small for his full tail. This "goddess" persona did have its perks but no matter how much power he weld he knew he could never leave.

They needed "her" guidance.

However, word of this "outsider" caught her attention, my don't they get bolder by the day. She hadn't had outside company in quite some time, and if this person proves to be boring.

Human flesh was something he hadn't had in a while

You are roughly manhandled guided to the shrine where a goddess waits impatiently, long striped tail lashing impatiently out of the water, while the brainwashed humans groveled in front of her.

She looks at you with a sharp and dissecting look tearing through layers of skin to your soul and picking it apart. You weren't much oh well guess you'd make a fine feast for the "goddess".

Using his fake soft voice, he ordered for you to come closer purring in a voice honey sweet. He knew how beguiling he was and wasn't afraid to use this form to tempt mortals into his waiting maw.

You are frozen in shock at the very real mermaid in front of you, the most beautiful person in all the world (androgynous yet feminine think Haku from Naruto, feel free to send pics of other androgynous long-haired cuties you think the cult leader might look like).

The merman isn't surprised by your enthusiasm as many are easily swayed with false promises and coaxing.

He wasn't ready for you to ask all these personal questions about being a "mermaid". What business do you have knowing his mating practices? How vulgar!

Perhaps it's your irreverent treatment of him or your passion for the ocean and all its creature (which must include him right?). The "goddess" finds herself wrapped around your rougher human fingers (she has the luxury of the finest skin care).

She is bratty and used to getting her way will often try sweet talking you and if that doesn't work...he loses his shit! How dare you deny him your attention?!

Much like his species his very flexible with environment and personality. She knows a thing or two about masks and is willing to pretend to be all sweetness and light, so long as you worship him and only him.

Thinks that he wants to be worshipped but really longs for understanding and true love (bros clingy).

Interesting Facts:

Clingy and touch starved but keeps and regal coldness for quite sometime. She doesn't care about you, she just thinks your human skin is atrocious. You must let him apply his scented oils and lotions until you look even more enticing.

Curls tail around any body part he can, you're so dense can't you see he's showing he's ready to mate.

Nudges you regardless of sex (nudging is a mating ritual that male sea snakes do to show females they're interested)

Will sing for you with his hypnotizingly rich voice, strange how they're all love songs.

Commands the people of the village to treat you as her prized "concubine", has eaten villagers for "not showing enough devotion" or "too much devotion"

Throws a tantrum if you talk about studying other sea creatures/merfolk. He's right here, why not him?!

You are the only one who isn't blind to his lies, and he'll admit it with a usual haughtiness (who will believe you over a literal "goddess")

Will force you to live in this village forever and lets you stay in the shrine, furnished with the best the villagers can provide.

When you are unable to go anywhere the sea snake will become a lovestruck puppy all for you, he's weak for you and only you. Try an exploit it and you might find out what his venom does (only enough to be in pain and not die).

Bottom line is you're screwed

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