#haz-bat

[phinjeet]

* i miss lou uglydollz so bad itz terrible 4 me rn …..

[ssyoi]

Danvid but like....one's a werewolf and one's a vampire. Imagine the moonlight hunts!

⚠️Cw: blood + gore

I love thiz au !!

Closeupz:

[thebananwithaplan]

"Mud!"

I herd u liek early 2000’s internet memez.

Sorry. But it’s true, isn’t it, Banana? You’ve gotta admit, that’s an adorable little critter. Just look at that face! The Mudkip’s been following you around for a while, now. Maybe it mistook you for a walking, talking Nanab berry… then again, it doesn’t seem like it’s plotting to eat you. Maybe it’s just lost.

Hmm. Does this Mudkip have a trainer? Wait, how’d a Mudkip even end up wandering around the studio, anyway? Was this one of Gold’s Pokémon? He’s from Gen 2, not Gen 3, so probably not.

You can’t just leave it wandering around in the studio by itself, though. I mean, you could. But an unsupervised, potentially wild Water-type Pokémon, surrounded by thousands of dollars worth of expensive electrical equipment… yeah, maybe not a great idea.

(Randomly generated nature/characteristic: calm/scatters things often!)

. "Mud? Where??" Someone was tracking mud? In HIS studio? He hoped not. He still hasn't found any janitors. The host looked around frantically before looking below behind him to find the lil' critter.

. "......O.M.G." Hello? Silly little water fella??? Where'd ya come from???? It was clear from Banana's wide grin that he instantly recognized what Pokemon it was; as Mudkips were one of the fellow memes of his time. Even as the Wooper pretty much dominated as the internet's favorite 'baby water-type' at this point, the Mudkip still held a soft spot in his meme-ridden heart.

He never thought about wanting one before, but now that it's literally right in front of him...

. "...You don't have a Trainer, do ya?" Banana wondered. Looking around again, there doesn't seem to be any Pokemon protagonist in sight.

Did anyone here remember him being given an empty Pokéball before? Well, it was about time he finally pulled that one out. I mean, he also still had a Great Ball and an Ultra Ball, but those can be saved as surprise tools (that can help him later).

. "To be honest, I don't even know if it even works, so here goes nothing." He wasn't sure how hard he was supposed to toss the creature-catching device at said creature, but he hoped it wasn't too hard to hurt it -

Oh. There goes the red light, beaming it right in.

Bwoop. Bwoop. Bwoop.

★★CLICK★★

Gotcha! Mudkip was caught!

...EYO??? IT ACTUALLY WORKED????

. "...I mean, of course it was gonna work. I knew it was fully functional." Absolutely no doubts.

At least he can keep his cameras safe from any water damage... For now. Pretty sure something else might destroy them at some point-

. "....How about we call you 'Mud', huh? Keep it nice, short, and simple."

[wri0thesley]

haz actually just got me another jellycat bat as a present. i already had one but i love them all so that’s fine. a family of five now!!!

[sludgewolf]

Hiii! I was wondering if I can request hazard dating hcs with a short fem!reader who likes feminine things and likes to dress in pink attire? Please and thank u 😽😽

That's such a cute idea, so sk8r boy vibes ;-; btw love your pfp, he would Disclaimer: do not copy, repost, take or feed to AI or NFTs anything I post Masterlist

He was a punk and she did ballet - Hazard x Reader

He's such a softie for you, despite his size Haz is puddy on your hands, all you need to do is bat your eyelashes at his direction that you've got whatever you want

even when you don't ask, Findley will still surprises you with plushies or fresh flowers almost every week just to see the look on your face

Your designated driver, you'll never have to drive when with him

gives you full control over the AC and radio

just don't push your luck with pop, country or funk cuz he will revoke your radio privileges if you play bad songs

Likes to pick you up and have you on his lap when busy or simply when he's stuck sitting somewhere, be it for major repairs on his prostetics or getting new tattoos

or like that time he was waiting for Susie to finish engraving some of the flowers you doodled on his shotgun arm

when he can't have on his lap Haz sits you on a counter by his side as he goes about his business

you in turn constantly drag him over by his spikes in order to steal kisses that leave him chasing your lips

Absolutelly loves pink too, one of his favorite colors bc of how bold it is, besides he thinks its cute how your pinks matches well with his purples

and he isn't about to let society dictate what colors he should or should not like bc of smt so arbritrary as gender

You once covered his right arm in sanrio and winx club stickers while he was asleep, Find then refused to take them off no matter what

he was so sad when they fell off during a fight that he picked back up those he could find and glued them on your shared room door

Findlay has the habit of putting things away on the tallest shelves since it just is more convenient for him

but even if not on purpose he does love to watch as you struggle to reach for things just for not five minutes later to have you pouting at his side asking for help

which he ofc does, though he has the smuggest look on his face as he does

A sucker for headpats!!

Will sit down in front of you hoping you get the hint and play w his hair

you're forbitten from keeping them from him tho, you must meet the daily headpat quota or he'll sulk for the rest of the day

Asks for your help with makeup, and expecially his eyeliner before taking you out on dates, he has to look good for you

he is one of those guys that actually knows how to properly put on lipbalm (so proud of him)

Regularly calls you Short Stack and will lean his elbow on your head as he pretends to look for you

Gets so flustered when you compliment him, using cute pet names and softly holding his face

full on stuttering and flushing tomato red, you weaponize it after he teases you for your height

Haz leaves his shirts lying around the room so you may steal them without knowing it was actually his plan all along

you wearing them is his favorite sight in the morning

which goes along perfectly with the lazy mornings you spend together, when he won't let you out of bed demanding some more cuddle time w his love

If you liked this pls reblog and comment so I know to write more like it reblogs >>> likes

[smallgodseries]

[image description: A black and white tuxedo cat with a bowtie emerges from the Matrix-green screen of a laptop and stands in the keyboard looking adorably up at us.Text reads, “194, ROSWELL, the small god of CATS ON THE INTERNET”]

* * * * *

I’M ON UR INTERNET, STEALIN UR BANDWIDTH.

Simple images on a screen, block text marching across the tops and bottoms.  I CAN HAZ CHEESEBURGER?  MONORAIL CAT IS READY FOR LAUNCH.  WE CAN’T STOP HERE, THIS IS BAT COUNTRY.  OH HAI.

They were here before the internet began.  Capturing the images of cats has always been a human preoccupation.  We’d say the cats don’t care as much, but…the cats POSE.  Could the cats pose if they didn’t care?

What we don’t realize is that they aren’t posing for us.  They’re posing for Roswell, hoping to gain his fleeting favor.

When a cat is uploaded to Instagram or to Twitter or to Facebook, Roswell is there, studying the angle of their whiskers, the gleam of their eyes.  He sees the cats in costumes, the cats in ridiculous positions, the cats in need of better care, and he favors them all, for all of them are his.

In recent years, his favor has extended to turning eyes toward the rescues, toward the goopy-eyed kittens and the abandoned nursing mothers, the ones who may not be as photogenic, but are all the more in need of attention, love and care.  He wants them all to thrive, to appear as the star of some human’s life in their natty bowtie and carefully chosen name.  They’re all stars.  He wants to help them shine.

I’M ON UR INTERNET, STEALIN UR HEART.

We all serve Roswell, one way or another.  We all feed into the endless hunger for the cats he carries, and we can all be his beloveds, if only we listen, and we pay attention, and we post.  Our likes and shares feed him, and by feeding him, we feed the cats he cares for, from the social media influencer with eight million followers and a diet of raw minced tuna to the goopy kitten fighting to grow up big and strong and lasting.  We all serve him, and we should count ourselves lucky to do so.

CAN I HAZ—

Yes, Roswell.  Yes.

You CAN haz cheeseburger.

[brucie-baby]

he got embarrassed about naming the suit haz-bat😭

[dykevanny]

HIYA !! MY NAME’S HAZ BUT FEEL FREE TO CALL ME WHAVETER <3 I USE HE/IT BTW (pls no they them) AND THIS IS MY FNAF SIDEBLOG :3 (I follow from corvidcrowned)

ALSO I’M A MINOR PLEEASE KEEP THIS IN MIND WHEN INTERACTING <3

HERE’S MY STRAWPAGE :3 PLS TAKE A LOOK !!

I post a lot of art!! If you want to use it for something, I’d like it a lot if you’d ask first, anonymously is fine! And always always credit me please!! Right off the bat I’m fine with pfps/headers and the like <3

I also am pretty open to art requests!! If you send me an ask I’ll draw something for you. Try it. Right now. I dare you. (Jk don’t feel pressured<3) i also love interacting I just get shy abt reaching out ;w; if we’re mutuals I’d love to chat <3

I know these are kind of pointless, but… please don’t interact if you’re proship,, it’s lots of fun to explore darker themes in media, hell I do it too, but if you’re romanticizing pedophilia, abuse, incest etc I really do not want to see that at all.

Also terfs fucking die on a hill challenge. And eh just don’t come here if you’re an asshole <3

[nuctoria]

The Beau and The Beast

So I watched Beauty and The Beast for the childhood memories and then this happened. Enjoy my descent to insanity and stupidity :)

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To think that this would happen to him. Why, oh why must he go through such things? Luigi’s thoughts were nothing short of a mess as he sat on the queen sized bed in the chamber he was given. ‘Give’, right, he wasn’t given this room, he was imprisoned in it. All because he was too foolish to see the signs when staying around that cursed bat. All he wanted was a friend that could understand him yet here he was. Trapped in a castle, away from anyone he knew or could trust, all because Antasma had ‘fallen in love’ with Luigi. This isn’t love, it’s anything but that.

Luigi heard a soft knock on the door so he quietened down his sobbing to ask, “W-Who is it…?”

“It iz Abnus, my lord. May I come in?” asked the person outside.

Ah, so that’s who it was. Abnus was the Antasman that was assigned to take care of Luigi, like a personal servant. He didn’t exactly need a servant and it wasn’t the best feeling having someone following him around every time he set foot out of this room but they were nice company when he needed someone to speak with for a while.

Luigi opened the door and looked down at the Antasman.

“Is everything alright?” asked Luigi.

“Why of course. However, hiz majesty haz ordered your presenze in zhe dining hall for dinner, my lord” spoke Abnus with a smile.

Luigi frowned at this and crossed his arms, “No”.

Abnus blinked in surprise. Did he hear him correctly? “I-I’m sorry, my lord, but I may have mizheard. Did you perhapz say ‘no’?”

“You heard me correctly, I will not be coming down to dine with him,” with that, Luigi shut the door before Abnus could say another word.

The poor Antasman sighed and reluctantly made his way back to the dining hall, “Ohh, hiz majesty will not be happy about zhis…”

And indeed he wasn’t. Antasma was already pacing in the dining hall, his claws behind his back and his cape fluttering softly behind him with how much he paced. He was growing impatient, wondering what was taking so long.

“Vhat’s taking so long? I told him to come down. Vhy isn’t he here yet?!” growled Antasma impatiently.

“Please try to be patient, your majesty. The poor man has lost his family and freedom all in a single day,” one of his bat maids tried to reason with him.

“Freedom? I have given him enough of it. I’ve given him full access to zhis castle as if it is his home and provide him vith all the luxuries a king can have for his own self!” shouted Antasma, making the flinch back in fear. The servant next to her took that as his cue to act.

“Sire, please. Such manners will not bring you closer to his heart. The poor lad is scared, he needs stability, safety, someone he can trust. Why not try to charm him a bit, bring his guard down and take things slowly?” suggested the servant.

“And how do you propose I do zhat?” asked the king.

“For starters, let us make you less…intimidating” the servant smiled nervously as Antasma gave him a glare. Still, the servant continued.

“First, you must sit up straight, but do relax your shoulders and wings,” the servant started.

Antasma hesitated, not convinced yet, but did as told. He straightened his back and relaxed his shoulders and wings, which strangely felt good. Perhaps this could actually work.

“Now, when you greet him, give him a dashing but warm smile. Let us see it, your majesty” encouraged the servant.

Antasma gave him the smile he asked for but the servant blinked in surprise and a bit of fear. That fang-filled grin would not do at all.

“U-um, perhaps with a bit less fangs. We don’t want to frighten the poor thing more,” suggested the maid kindly.

Antasma tried his best to follow their advice but he was growing increasingly frustrated with them, which they were quick to speak on at the same time that he had to learn to control his temper if he wanted Luigi to open up to him. Luckily, his anger was paused when he heard the door open, only to be disappointed to see that it was only Abnus there.

“Vell? Vhere is he?” asked Antasma with a frown.

“Aha, w-well, you see, um, he’z in the process of- I-I mean… He’z not coming…” Abnus finally admitted nervously, trembling a bit.

“VHAT?!” was the only thing heard before Antasma basically flew out of the dining hall in a fit of rage and made his way to Luigi’s chambers, his servants and maid calling out to him and trying to stop him from acting irrationally due to his anger.

Finally, Antasma made it to the plumber’s chambers and pounded on the door.

“I thought I told you to come down to dinner!” shouted Antasma.

“I’m not hungry!” Luigi answered from the other side of the door, making the bat king even more furious.

“You come out or I’ll… I’ll break down zhe door!” shouted Antasma again but it didn’t work.

“Y-Your majesty, I could possibly be wrong here but, heh, that may not be the best course of action…” the maid spoke more quietly.

“Please, attempt to be a gentleman,” Abnus basically begged.

“Vell, it is not MY fault he’s being so difficult!” Antasma hissed.

“Gently, gently…” the maid encouraged.

Antasma took a deep breath, calmed himself down and spoke in a softer and more inviting tone, “Vill you come down to dinner?”.

“No” was the instant reply from the other side and Antasma gave the servants a ‘you see this?’ glare while pointing at the door.

“P-perhpas a bit gentler…” suggested the servant, mentally praying Luigi would crack this once.

“It vould give me great pleasure…if you vould join me for dinner” Antasma hissed, his anger showing however.

“No, thank you!” replied Luigi, which sent Antasma into a fit of rage.

“You can’t stay in where forever!” shouted the bat.

“Oh, yes I can!” shouted the plumber back.

“Fine! Zhen go ahead and STARVE!” Antasma yelled with a mighty growl before turning to his terrified servants.

“If he doesn’t eat vith me, he doesn’t it at all!” he growled at them before flying off into the night with a loud screech.

The servants watched as he flew away to let his frustrations out in a long hunt, finally sighing when they couldn’t see him anymore. The sigh was not of relief, however. It was from exhaustion and disappointment. They didn’t blame Luigi for his reaction but they wished he would be a bit more obedient for his own sake. They feared what would happen to him and everyone else if he continued to disobey their king this way. They remembered the fate of the last fool who dared anger Antasma this much and they did not want the kind man to fall victim into such torture too.

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To some who may be interested.

@istadris @itsavee4117 @silenzahra @darknadaworld @vulpixfairy1985 @keakruiser @amybizarre

[photozoi]

"I haz a bat!"

bat toy, bat toy, bat toy.... na na na na, na na na na, nana nahhhh!

Mr Mung, Silken Windhound, gearing up for his first Hallowe'en.

[unikittybigbrightworldau]

Examine: Haz

[Image Description: A drawn-out RPG menu of characters that looks like the Star Menu from Mario & Luigi: Bowser’s Inside Story. In a large, rounded rectangle, an arrow is pointing to the word Hazz. Next to it, there is a circle with a cloaked figure whose face is concealed by their hood. They have pointed wings that sort of look like a bat’s. Below the square, there is another, wider rounded rectangle which reads, “This mysterious hooded figure approaches the grieving Prince Germafrost, claiming there’s a way to ease his pain. He whisks Germafrost away to the Unikingdom so he can search for it, but he doesn’t want Germafrost to leave. He tries to persuade the prince to join with his colleagues, but they don’t seem like they really want to help him...” /End ID.]

[that-1d-blogger]

Louis Tomlinson as Louis Tomlinson

Grace Phipps as Nova Prescott

Plot - Nova is having the time of her life with her boyfriend and his mates at the club until a pervert tries to assault her and all shit goes down when her boyfriend finds out...her boyfriend being none other than... Louis Tomlinson.

"Another round of shots, lads?" Niall called out over the pulsating beat of the music.

The group had been pre-gaming hard at Harry's flat before heading out to one of their favorite clubs in Central London. Liam rolled his eyes good-naturedly as Niall lined up a fresh tray of tequila shooters on the counter.

"Easy there, Nialler. We've got all night ahead of us. No need to go too hard too fast." Liam said as he patted Niall on his back.

"Aw, don't be a wet blanket, Payno!" Zayn chimed in, looping an arm around his broad shoulders jovially. "It's date night for Lou and our lovely Nova! Gotta proper celebrate, don't we?"

A chorus of raucous cheers and whistles erupted from the other lads at Zayn's words. Louis felt his face flush as Nova nestled into his side, giggling at their mates' antics. Her radiant smile made his heart swell almost painfully within his chest.

After nearly two years together, he was just as besotted with the girl as the first night they'd met. If anything, their connection had only grown deeper and more intense with each passing day.

Lifting her delicate hand to his lips, Louis brushed a feather-light kiss across her knuckles. "Don't mind them, love. You know how the lads get when they're pissed."

"Yeah, but it's cute," Nova murmured, batting her lashes up at him coyly. "Almost makes me wish we'd invited more people out so I could show you off properly."

Louis barked out a laugh at that. "Oh yeah? To all those randoms slobbering all over my girl? Don't think so, Love."

He tightened his possessive grip around her waist, earning him a melodic peal of laughter as she swatted at his chest. Moments like these were the heart and soul of Louis' world - the carefree bliss of being young, reckless, and inseparable from his best mates.

"Down it, you miserable gits!" Niall crowed, slamming the tray of shooters down in front of them.

With a devilish look at Nova, Louis reached for the small glass, locking eyes with her over the rim as he licked a strip of salt up the back of his hand. Her pupils blew wide at the sensual gesture, her grip tightening ever so slightly on his bicep.

As one, the lads knocked back their shots in one go, Louis reveling in the delicious burn that hit the back of this throat. Despite his borderline hedonistic ways, he'd grown to genuinely enjoy tequila nights out with his favorite people.

"Wooooo! That's what I'm talking about, lads!" Niall whooped, thrusting his pelvis towards Liam in a ridiculous body roll.

The rest of the boys instantly dissolved into riotous laughter, Niall's inherent cheekiness never failing to shine through even in his most intoxicated state.

Before long, they struck out for the queue outside the club, spirits buoyed by their warm buzz and boisterous camaraderie. From the sidelines, they must have painted quite the raucous picture - five rambunctious lads jostling about with pints in hand, accompanied by a radiant Nova at the center of it all.

Harry, ever the charmer, looped his arm through hers as they waited in line.

"Looking gorgeous as always, darling Nova," he remarked with an exaggerated wink. "Our Tommo best be on his toes tonight with us lot around to keep you entertained!"

His flagrant flirting earned him a smack upside the head from Louis, though his mate's teasing grin took any real sting out of it. It was all just part of the jovial push-and-shove of their dynamic.

"Get your wandering eyes off my bird, Haz," Louis retorted, crowding up behind Nova to wrap her in a back hug. He nuzzled his scruffy jaw against the slender column of her neck, feeling her shiver against him.

"You know she only has eyes for me tonight. Isn't that right, baby?"

Craning her neck, Nova captured Louis' lips in a smoldering kiss that had their mates hooting and hollering shamelessly. Her fingers delved into the hair at the nape of his neck, scratching lightly in the way that drove him wild.

"Mmm, always just for you, babe," she husked out in that sinfully breathy tone that went straight to Louis' cock.

"For fuck's sake, get a room already!" Zayn laughed, giving Louis' shoulder a friendly shove that nearly sent him toppling over. The two dissolved into a mock wrestling bout right there on the street, paying no mind to the bewildered queue behind them.

This was just how it went on nights like these. The five of them banding together in a whirlwind of booze-soaked debauchery, pushing each other's buttons until they inevitably dissolved into squabbling school children. With Nova's grounding presence keeping them semi-anchored, of course.

"First round's on me, ladies!" Liam announced as he retrieved a tray of drinks from a passing server, flashing the girl a heart-stopping grin that had her blushing furiously.

Drinks were distributed around with enthusiastic whoops and cheers - the boys seemed to be operating on a seamless wavelength, bouncing off one another's infectious energy. As the pulsing bassline thrummed through the very marrow of their bones, Louis surveyed their rowdy little tribe with a contented smile.

These were the moments he lived for. The hazy, neon-tinged bliss of debauchery and chaos shared with those closest to his heart.

Lifting his tumbler of whiskey, he leaned over to Nova with a roguish grin. "To us, love. The night is ours!"

She matched his grin with one of her own, lips brushing teasingly against his as she spoke. "To making memories that we may or may not regret tomorrow."

Their raucous laughter mingled with the bassline as they threw back their shots, completely and utterly alive.

Time seemed to simultaneously slow and accelerate from there as drinks continued flowing and their little party hit its full riotous stride. Before he knew it, Louis had Nova straddling his lap, her petite frame wriggling shamelessly with the beats as their lips crashed together.

Drinks went flying, upending onto the lads as they carried on without a care, chest-bumping and hip-checking each other through their good-natured roughhousing. At one point, Niall inexplicably shed his shirt, despite Nova's insistence that he keep it on before he "disgraced the family."

All boys took their turns proving their skills on the cramped dance floor, putting on a pair of performances that left the surrounding clubgoers downright thirsty and some silly performances which left them doubling over with laughter.

Peals of unrestrained laughter rang out around their booth, fueled by alcohol and the boundless joy of truly living. Through it all, Louis never once felt self-conscious or weighed down by trifles of the outside world. Everything was perfect, crystallized in the fleeting euphoria of sharing unfettered revelry with his closest loved ones.

So the raucous debauchery carried on into the wee hours of the morning. The lads grew progressively more sloshed with each passing minute, their shouts and laughter echoing riotously throughout the club.

At one point, Zayn scaled the barrier separating their booth from the dancefloor - steadying himself with one hand braced against the ceiling - and treated the whole club to an impromptu twerking exhibition that had them all howling with drink-addled mirth.

To Louis' mingled pride and embarrassment, Nova outright moaned at the tantalizing vision of Zayn's hips undulating with almost obscene fluidity. She immediately turned to him with blown pupils and drink-flushed cheeks, looping her arms around his neck to bring their lips together in a searing kiss.

"Fuck, you're so hot, Lou," she groaned against his swollen mouth when they finally broke apart. "Maybe we should take our own turn up on that dance floor, yeah?"

A lascivious grin stretched across Louis' lips at her drunken suggestion. "Why, Nova Prescott...are you trying to seduce an innocent young lad like me?"

She let out a breathy chuckle at that, her plump lips trailing across his jawline in a heated path sure to leave him marked up by morning. Not that he cared one bit.

"Innocent? Hardly," she purred in that rich tone that set his blood boiling. "Now be a good boy and show your girl some moves, will you?"

Any semblance of gentlemanly propriety holding Louis back from savagely ravishing Nova then and there was washed away in that moment. With a possessive growl, he captured her lips once more and surged to his feet while hoisting her up in his arms.

Whoops and hollers erupted from their raucous little crew as Louis towed Nova out towards the throbbing sea of bodies on the dance floor. She gasped and giggled against his neck as he backed into the throng with her straddling his waist. 

From there, all semblance of restraint dissolved as they proceeded to put on a show to rival Zayn's own, grinding and writhing together in shameless tandem. The pulsating bassline seemed to vibrate through them both as they melded together - hands roaming, hips aligned, lips melded in reckless abandon.

This was what bliss felt like, Louis realized in a flash of euphoric clarity. Pure, distilled ecstasy in being utterly untethered from anything outside of their shared passion and the swaying bodies around them. 

With the alcohol coursing through his veins and Nova's sinful body twisting against him, there was no room for inhibitions or existential dread in Louis' mind. All that mattered was surrendering to the primal rhythm of their lust-drunk connection.

Thus, a feverish haze of intense sensation consumed Louis' consciousness for an unknowable stretch of time. He was vaguely aware of aching cheers and catcalls erupting from the recesses of their booth, punctuated by his own guttural grunts and Nova's throaty keens.

Together, they chased their respective highs in a seamless, reckless push and pull of tangled limbs and slick skin. Every crest of pleasure blurred into the next as their carnal energies spiraled higher and higher.

He always came back to himself in his girl's eyes though - those rich, ice pools reflecting the riotous joy shared between them. Each time their gazes locked through the dizzying swirl of movement, Louis saw reflected his own boundless adoration, free from complication or shame.

At some point, Nova tore her lips away with a throaty cry, tossing her head back with wild abandon to expose the slender column of her throat. Her fingers sifted through Louis' dampened hairline, clutching and tugging almost painfully in sheer ecstasy.

Not caring about making a debauched spectacle, Louis latched his mouth against her salty skin of her neck, sucking and nipping at the racing pulse until his girl was whimpering and writhing mindlessly against him.

God, he bloody loved seeing her so wrecked and free of all restraints. Nova gave herself over fully to Louis in these moments, inhibitions shattered by their fevered passion and sheer force of their love. It was this untamed side of her that Louis valued above all else - both raw and innocent, powerful and vulnerable.

She was his light, his salvation from all the darkness weighing down on him. Together they burned, fueling their shared blaze with unbridled sensuality.

So completely was Louis consumed by Nova that he lost track of all else around them. The frenzied cries of encouragement from their mates, the blur of countless gyrating bodies, the throb of the music propelling them ever forward into their frenzy - it all faded into meaningless white noise.

Nothing remained except Nova's body twining around his, her ravenous mouth finding his with greedy intensity in a push to consume every shred of him she could reach. If they continued plummeting down this wanton path, Louis knew he wouldn't last much longer before possessing her then and there in a public spectacle to put even Zayn's antics to shame. 

One moment, Nova's hips were grinding filthily against his, drawing guttural groans from the very depths of Louis' chest. The next, she tore her lips away with a soft gasp, leveling him with those piercing dark blue eyes that never failed to shatter his every inhibition.

"Be right back," she murmured in that velvety tone that shot straight to his groin. "Gonna run to the restroom and freshen up quick, alright?"

And then in a swirl of dark hair and caramel skin laced with a dewy sheen, Nova was slipping away from Louis and off the dance floor before he could so much as draw his next breath.

Alone amidst the swaying throng of gyrating bodies, Louis blinked dazedly - certain that he must have just blacked out for a few moments. Had Nova truly just left in the middle of their frantic grind session without warning? After working him into such a heated frenzy?

Blindly, he sought out their booth through the undulating sea of flesh and strobing lights. There, nestled into the plush leather, were his mates doubled over in raucous hysterics at their mate quite literally getting his rocks blued.

"Oi, what's the hold up there, Tommo?" Niall cried once he caught sight of Louis. The blond Irishmen let out a shrill whistle as Louis ruefully glanced down at the prominent bulge tenting the front of his obscenely skintight jeans.

"Looks like you're sailing full mast over there, mate! Bloody hell, I can't believe Nova left you hanging like that!" 

A fresh gale of laughter whipped across the group as Louis trudged his way off the dance floor. Zayn reached out to clap his shoulder in devilish glee, clearly delighted at the state he'd been left in.

"Nothing a nice wank in the loo can't sort out for you, eh lad?" he guffawed merrily, shrugging away Louis' half-hearted shove. "Don't worry, I won't tell your dearly beloved that's how you get your jollies. Though by the looks of you, I don't know how she doesn't already suspect!"

"Sod off, you horny bastards," Louis grumbled without any real malice, flopping back onto the booth with a grimace of discomfort.

His jeans had grown uncomfortably confining against his straining arousal following Nova's abrupt escape. Even with the deafening music and hazy atmosphere of the club, he would have no issue focusing his mind solely on her lush curves and plump lips until he achieved the sweet release his aching body craved. 

Just the mere thought of those lips wrapping around his straining cock had Louis biting back a punched-out groan of mingled pleasure and frustration. He'd never make it to the loo at this rate, not without terribly embarrassing himself. 

Shaking his head, Louis gulped at his fresh cocktail in an attempt at clearing his mind of the riotous lust clouding his judgement.

Getting so worked up would only exacerbate his frayed nerves at Nova's unexplained absence. For all he knew, she had simply grown overheated from their passionate exhibition and stepped away to regain her composure.

Yes, that had to be it. Nova wouldn't just abandon him in such a tortured state without good reason...would she?

Something didn't feel quite right, though he couldn't put his finger on what. Nova hadn’t been back and it had been over 10 minutes.

"Hey," he blurted out through the lingering roar of laughter surrounding them. When his mates continued on with their teasing jibes, Louis raised his voice to a near-shout.

"Hey, you wankers! Has anyone seen Nova? Why hasn't she comes back yet? It's been 15 mins. Left me high and dry mid-snog like that?"

The sudden shift in Louis' demeanor seemed to register with the other boys as their mocking glee quickly morphed into concerned frowns.

Harry was the first to pipe up, leaning forward intently. "No, but chill out Lou, she's just gone for a wee, that's how the peepee system works." He chuckled drunkly causing Louis to smack him in the balls.

"Bitch" Harry whined as he leant down to shield his crotch.

"Chill out Tommo, she's gonna be back before you know it" Liam says as he downs another shot.

"Oh there is she, you were being a drama queen for no reas-...wait, is she crying ?" Niall asks furrowing his eyebrows causing everyone to snap their necks her way.

Nova emerged from the hallway leading to the restrooms, her steps unsteady and her face streaked with tears. Louis felt his heart plummet at the sight of his normally radiant girlfriend so distraught.

"Nova? Baby, what's wrong?" He rushed to her side, the other lads falling silent as the jovial atmosphere shifted.

Nova flinched at his touch, her eyes wide and haunted. She opened her mouth but no words came out, only a choked sob. Burying her face in her hands, her shoulders shook with the force of her crying.

"Hey, hey...it's okay. I'm here," Louis soothed, pulling her into a tight embrace despite her instinctive recoil. He shot his mates a bewildered, pleading look over the top of Nova's head.

The boys crowded in closer, their earlier drunken antics replaced by deep concern. Liam placed a steadying hand on Nova's trembling back while Harry and Niall hovered nearby, utterly at a loss.

"What happened, love?" Louis murmured, stroking Nova's hair as her harsh sobs began to subside into shuddering breaths. "Did someone hurt you? You can tell us."

After what felt like an eternity, Nova lifted her head, her ice eyes swimming with unshed tears. She opened and closed her mouth a few times before the words finally spilled out in a hoarse whisper.

"H-He...he tried to...in the bathroom..." She swallowed hard, throat working convulsively. "I got away b-but...oh god..."

The blood turned to ice in Louis' veins as the implication hit him with full force. Someone had tried to assault his sweet, precious Nova. Violate her in the most horrific way possible.

A blazing fury unlike anything he'd ever experienced roared to life in his core, vision tinting red at the edges. His arms tightened almost crushingly around Nova's fragile frame, holding her together as much as she held him grounded.

"Who?" The guttural demand ripped from Louis' lips before he could stop himself. "Nova, who was it? Point him out and I swear to God-"

"Louis." Liam's gruff voice cut through his towering rage. "Not here, mate. Let's get her somewhere safe first before anything else."

Sucking in a ragged breath, Louis forced himself to nod jerkily. His gaze sought out each of his mates in turn and found the same scorching promise for vengeance reflected back at him.

Without another word, they swiftly ushered Nova from the club, cocooning her within their protective circle. The poor girl seemed to fold in on herself, arms wrapped tightly around her slender torso as if trying to hold herself together.

Once settled in the back of their black SUV, Nova burrowed into Louis' side with a vulnerability that shattered his heart into pieces. He cradled her close, rocking them gently back and forth as she spilled out her anguished tale in fragmented murmurs and whimpers.

How a brutish, overpowering figure had materialized from the shadows as she exited the restroom. Pinned her against the wall with his massive bulk, grunting out vile obscenities as he pawed at her with calloused hands. Nova's desperate struggles and pleas falling on deaf ears until she managed to wrench free and flee, just barely escaping his clutches.

By the time her harrowing story concluded, every one of the lads wore matching masks of stony rage. Even gentle Niall's typically sunny disposition had morphed into something dark and terrifying at the thought of their Nova being victimized in such a vile manner.

An eerie hush descended over the car save for Nova's occasional hitched breaths. Gradually, she drifted into an exhausted slumber pressed against Louis' chest, her tear-stained cheeks tracked with mascara.

Only then did the grim vow pass between the remaining mates in a weighted silence loaded with shared purpose.

They would find the bastard who had dared lay hands on Nova.

And he would suffer a fate worse than death for his transgressions.

Part 2 featuring dark Louis and boys is out

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(Cont rp)

*haz is fight playing kiki by attack and run from her as white weasel bite black cat on her back as other chaos dragons including leader Marcus Blackburn are still ferret form as shock is only one in human form different appearance*

*Kiki playfully bats at and wrestles them. Kuroko scoops up all the rest of them and sits them on the couch where Asaki sits beside them.

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haiiii can i haz mumbo jumbo pwease

little bat man

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Just wanted to pop in and say congrats on getting married, Nat!! 🫶🥹 It looks like I’m only a few days late but that doesn’t make me any less happy for you and Haz! I hope you guys had so much fun and everything went as smoothly as these kinds of things possibly can. lol So sorry to see you got sick afterward but I’m wishing you a speedy recovery! Sending you so, so many virtual hugs from this side of the pond!

P.S. thank you SO much for the Sunday brain rot dkemdkdkky

ahh thank you bats!!! we both got covid but honestly it was so worth it; a lot of stress and money but it has been eleven years and i finally get to call haz my wife!!! also the photographer took this picture of sir lancelot in the morning so like. all worth it

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Can I haz more mafia Iruma pls. I just love that au so much, and baby Iruma finding a good home even if it's among the mafia. bats eyelashes that turn out to be leaves stolen from pine trees as they fall off- Fun

i drew the bit where iruma gets opera to keep ali (a random cat off the streets) juuust for you