#hybrid Tommy
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therealwaffleking · 1 year ago
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pinktheferret · 2 years ago
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Raccoon shifter cTommy anybody?
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idiot-mushroom · 4 days ago
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how our heroes met philza
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tobi-smp · 4 months ago
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c!tommy being grown in a lab really is The headcanon of all time
the sheer amount of confusing sbi lore it fixes, working flawlessly with any and all design headcanons, integrating perfectly into the themes of his character (always searching and wanting for a Home and family more than anything), the way it somehow makes him being turned into a torture experiment Even Worse
Exquisite
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fandomnerd9602 · 2 months ago
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Nighttime
Bambi!Wanda x Reader
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You put the twins down for bed, their energy levels have been thru the roof since they started kindergarten. Honestly it was a blast helping them with their homework. Funny enough you and Wanda were already teaching them a lot of the stuff they were learning before they even entered the walls of a school.
“Goodnight Poppa” Billy whispers as you turn to leave the bedroom.
“Night Pop” Tommy says with a giggle. You loved being called Poppa or Pop.
“Night boys” you gave them a quick smile and turned off the lights.
You walked down the stairs to find your loving doe of a bride laying on the couch. Wanda was wearing her favorite pair of pajama shorts and matching blouse. Her pregnant belly was beginning to peak out from under her shirt. You thought it was the cutest sight in all of existence. Your mate was just finishing up a burrito.
“Hey my doe” you smiled as you sat down next to her.
“Hey my buck” she smiles back. “I was just feeding our little girl. She wanted a greasy burrito.”
“Girl after my own heart,” you chuckle. “Was it delicious?”
“A little” your mate giggles, “why?”
“Cause I bet it wasn’t as delicious as you are”
And with that you playfully launch at your wife, playfully kissing her belly and blowing light raspberries too. Wanda couldn’t help but laugh.
“Stop it!” She tries to say thru her laughs. “Our baby’s gonna think you’re weird!”
“Too late” you retorted, placing one last gentle kiss to her belly. You found your mind wandering. A wife, two little boys and a little girl on the way, or so you hoped. It was all so perfect.
A few tears made their way down your face.
“Detka? What’s wrong?” Wanda’s fingers gently massage your head, combing thru your hair.
“Nothing. Thank you for choosing me, my doe”
“Oh detka.” Wanda begins to tear up a little too. She bends down and kisses your lips tenderly.
“Thank you” she whispers right back.
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crystalskies42 · 5 months ago
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Y'all I binged all three seasons of Sweet Tooth in three days
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Who's your favorite character????
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graysontheslime · 4 months ago
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digi-lov · 16 days ago
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Tommy Himi BT18-089, Penguinmon BT18-021 by GOSSAN, and Kumamon BT18-022, Korikakumon BT18-025, DaiPenmon BT18-026, and AncientMegatheriummon BT18-028 by koki from BT-18 Booster Elemental Successor (BT18-19: Special Booster Ver.2.0)
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nomsfaultau · 10 months ago
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Hybrid AU in exile arc where avian instincts can take over to a degree that is almost horrific, erasing someone’s personality and rationality when they’re panicking. 
During exile week, Tommy’s abuser takes advantage of the fact, acting nice and doing traditional avian parental behaviors like cooing or wing grooming. They’re way too intimate and make Tommy uncomfortable but as time goes on and he’s starving for affection (and doesn’t want to get punished) Tommy doesn’t resist like he used to. It’s relaxing, or is until the fingers combing through his feathers stop and he remembers to shudder.
During one grooming session, his abuser asks to keep some of his feathers to wear. In avian culture that’s a very intimate familial practice, a mixture between a claim to signify a close bond as well as a promise to carry the person as safely as their own two wings. Tommy’s gut rolls at the thought of his abuser wearing his feathers, and he can’t tell if it’s excitement or dread. But he’s learned not to say no by then, and tries not to flinch as his long pretty primaries are cut. 
An impulsive little stab of happiness shoots through his chest every time he sees his feathers fanning out of his abuser’s mask. He automatically feels a little safer when he sees the feathers, which the rest of Tommy is kind of freaked about. He’s starting to lose his grip on what’s him and what’s his instincts, even if his abuser keeps assuring him to trust his gut since listening to his stupid ideas is what got him in this mess in the first place. The negging is still happening of course, Tommy being weak and too fragile and useless to be able to fly. A chick like him isn’t safe on his own. Tommy doesn’t leave because something inside him is terrified of abandoning the ‘nest’ even though his real home is in L’Manburg.
After putting his stuff in a pit, Tommy accidentally stands too close. The blast catches him. Not the first time, one caught him a day or two ago and he rounded upon his abuser, cursing him out rather stupidly. But now Tommy drops to the ground, feathers fluffed up and pupils dilated as he freezes on the spot. The only movement he can manage is to reach for the man who hurt him in the first place. His distressed chirping noises are only capable of ceasing once he’s in his abuser’s arms. Or rather, his guardian’s embrace. Afterward, Tommy follows him everywhere, until he’s scolded at the nether portal, forced to wait until he comes back. It’s hours before Tommy realizes what he’s doing. The separation is agonizing.
He’s finally imprinted. Took the brat long enough. But Tommy is finally, finally in the palm of his hand, instincts ensnared in a chokehold.
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magic-is-beauty · 1 month ago
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Sweet tooth characters as things I find on pinterest (parts 95,96,97,98,99,100,101)
PLEASE CLICK ON THEM TO GET FULL IMAGE
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galaghiel · 5 months ago
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more abt dragon ctommy design
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idiot-mushroom · 11 days ago
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vigilant/hybrid au anyone
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supine-ly · 1 year ago
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clingy duo doodle
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fandomnerd9602 · 3 months ago
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Adopting
A Little Doe SideStory
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Natasha loved being an aunt to yours Wanda’s three kids. She loved being Pietro’s mate, his sense of humor only masked how much he truly cared for any and everyone, especially her.
She also loved the little wolfling America Chavez. The little hybrid was less than five now. Natasha taught her everything a wolf hybrid should know. Sure America loved hanging out with Billy and Tommy but she also loved being able to hang out with Natasha and Pietro in their den. In fact, the little wolf often slept in Natasha’s den. It was comfy, a little earthy and it felt like home.
One night, America heard a couple dogs off in the distance. She couldn’t help herself really. She howled trying to communicate with the dogs.
Natasha gently chided her, “inside howls, America”
“Sorry momma” the pup immediately frozen. Natasha heard it. Pietro heard it too, he actually turned away from the paperwork he was doing just to be sure he heard her correctly.
America, ever the shy little pup, began to shrink away, “I-I mean Natasha. I..umm…”
Natasha’s eyes welled up with tears. She got down on her knees and embraced little Chavez. “It’s okay, pup.” She smiled, “you can call me momma if you want”
America’s wolf like eyes lit up and she hugged Natasha as tight as she could.
Normally Natasha was the stone cold wolf with a little smirking side. But now her mind was racing.
Normally, you or Wanda would be the ones coming to her for advice. Now for once, Natasha was the one facing a dilemma. She ran off to the only two people who she knew could help her.
The next day she sought out you and Wanda. The twin bucks were out playing with America in the newly assembled jungle gym. Wanda was in your office, feeding little Natalie.
Natasha ran in as quickly and as quietly as a wolf hybrid could.
“I need your help,” she looked at you nervously.
“What’s up, wolf buddy?” You asked with a little smile.
“I want to adopt America,” she stated firmly. “She’s a pup in need of a mother and I-I always wanted one of my own.”
Wanda rose up from the couch, smiling, “oh Natasha! That’s wonderful!”
Natasha felt a lift off her shoulders as her best friend embraced her.
“You’re already a wonderful mother figure to the boys and little Natalie. America would be lucky to have you as her momma.”
“Thank you,” Natasha hugged her friend tightly.
“Does Pietro know of your intention?” You asked with a little chuckle.
“Well I was going to talk with him about-“
Instantly Pietro came thru the door with a stack of applications in hand.
“Sestra,” he said frantically, “I need your help finding the adoption papers for…hey Nattie…I guess we had the same idea”
Natasha giggles as she walks over and kisses her own mate softly.
Later that night, Natasha and Pietro treated America to her favorite home cooked dinner: pizza balls.
The little wolf giggles as Pietro tries juggling frozen ones and failing.
“You’re funny Poppa,” she says with a laugh. Pietro’s heart just about melted.
“America” Natasha said softly, “we have something we want to discuss with you, honey”
“What is it, Momma?” The mere question made tears start to develop in Natasha’s eyes.
“We want to adopt you, baby,” Natasha said thru her tears.
“What’s adopt?” The little pup asked.
“You would become part of our pack. Our family” Pietro explained.
America looked at the two hybrids before her, their looks were only of love and adoration for her. This was all she ever wanted in her whole life.
“I thought I already was,” the little wolf pup said with a shrug.
Natasha and Pietro giggled before picking America up and holding her in their arms.
You and your doe-human mate, Wanda were there at the courthouse the day Natasha and Pietro made it official. The judge was quick to grant custody of America to the buck and wolf couple. Billy and Tommy were so happy they could call their best friend -cousin.
Natasha, Pietro and little America. The three of them were officially a family. Of course, they were already a family thru and thru. A pack that found each other, and that’s the strongest kind there is.
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crystalskies42 · 4 months ago
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I wonder how the world will accommodate all the hybrids
There will be so many differences, so what happens if one kid who's a part polar bear or something is born in a place like California? Would the family have to move, or would they be able to survive?
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More Raptorinnit as the first digital piece I’ve finished in months. I care himb a lot actually.
Also bonus little lineless boy I sped ran
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