#nefarious-hybrid

[artapir]

Glossy illustrated plates from a natural history of the galaxy's anurognathid treehoppers. Midjourney 5.2

[revelboo]

Not necessarily a prompt, but a funny thing to consider for later in your tfa series. (long ask ahead)

Sentinel feels like the last bastion of sanity as he witnesses this plague of madness and degeneracy sweep through all these Autobots who've touched down on this rotten organic mudball. Watching them become infatuated with these tiny monoform organics who look uncannily like Cybertronians but wrong. Optimus, the slagger, and his entire team have not only fallen for these fleshbags but produced viable hybrid sparklings with them. Worse, he's heard word that Agent Blurr has a human of his own that he's bonded to, and a whisper that they're sparked.

Worse still is that his own Elite Guard are being distracted by these humans, trying to befriend them like they're scouting out potential mates for themselves and Sentinel Prime has to put his ped down before this gets out of hand. Too late, though, the Jettwins have snatched up and are sharing a human who adores them both and Jazz found himself a human who's distracting him from his duties by getting him into their nasty Earth music. To top off the nightmare, he's heard that the Magnus himself is planning a visit to Earth to see about these newsparks and congratulate Optimus on maybe having found a way to save their dying people.

Now he's facing down these Decepti-trash who are increasingly causing trouble in detroit because they're gathering supplies for some nefarious--THEY HAVE HUMANS TOO?? WHAT IS GOING ON? Okay, now he's thinking that these humans have some kind of weird sex pheromone thing going on because nothing else can explain Megatron having a human mate. But he's facing them down in combat in the streets of Detroit, and one of the Cons tries crushing him under the weight of a cement-mixer. He protects himself with his shield but is knocked to his knee and as the dust settles around him, he looks down to a spot of color on the ground and sees a human, dusty and scared but looking up at him with wonder in their bright little eyes.

"You... saved me..." the little fleshbag speak up to him, awe-struck and adoring and that look and that tone are everything Sentinel has ever wanted directed at him and not a single nano-klik in his entire life has been as viscerally terrifying as now, seeing and hearing it coming from a human. Because this is how it starts.

🤣 the xenophilia got him, but the xenophobia is fighting it.

I don’t know exactly what happened, but I suddenly have requests for the TFA elite guard right now…

C’est La Vie

TFA Sentinel x Reader

• “Push forward,” Ultra Magnus roars, but Sentinel can’t find him in the chaos of the battlefield. Can’t seem to pull in enough air through his vents to cool himself either, feeling his spark thrumming frantically as a massive Decepticon stumbles back from out of nowhere, crashing down through a building. And he’s frozen, staring, dimly aware of Magnus yelling at him to get up there. He’s not supposed to die here, he’s supposed to climb the ranks, achieve glory and fame. Be loved and respected.

• Caught in the mayhem, you’d taken refuge in the lobby of a hotel, too terrified to evacuate. You’re so small, they won’t notice you. Tell yourself you’re not worth their bother, but as one of the monsters crashes into the building, you’re driven out into the street when the wall and part of the ceiling cave in nearly on top of you. And there’s another one, blue, orange, and shiny as he bares his denta defiantly, facing the Decepticon down with fear. Heroic as he stands defiant.

• Oh, frag this. Frozen as the Decepticon shoves upright and spots him and grins, Sentinel stumbles back. Because the Academy hadn’t taught him how to deal with actual Decepticons that are three times heavier, much bigger than he is. And this isn’t any Decepticon. Servos trembling as Megatron lazily lifts his arm, cannon humming and Sentinel slams his shield down in front of him, crouching behind it. But the blow is only glancing as Magnus and Optimus come from out of nowhere, both attacking Megatron, driving the Decepticon back. That should be him. His victory. But he can’t move. He’s terrified as Optimus steals his glory.

• On your knees, hands over your ears as they ring, you stare up at your massive savior crouching over you. He’d not hesitated, had taken a step forward and slammed his shield down just on the other side of you. Protecting you. And his helm bumps his shield as his blue optics find you and stare. “You… saved me,” you whisper, voice ragged with smoke, fear, and awe.

• Staring down at the little, squishy organic gawking up at him, he wonders where the Pit you came from. Didn’t even know you were there. ‘Thank you, so much. You’re amazing,’ you babble as his lip curls in disgust. Even if it does feel good to be validated. To have someone appreciate him. Hears Magnus roaring at him to get his head in the fight. But you, you look almost worshipful as you stare up at him. And he likes it. Even if you are a disgusting little flesh bag. ‘A hero,’ you add. He is, isn’t he. “Stay close if you want to survive,” he growls, straightening. Because someone’s finally appreciating him like he deserves.

[imaginedreamwrite]

so…bunny hybrid reader? Please go on!

The cool forced air of the building is a welcomed change from the oddly stifling heat. Though most of the summer would turn out to be average in heat and humidity, something about this weekend makes you crave the cool underbrush of a forest somewhere.

Instead of diving beneath the protective layers of brush and trees that a bunny hybrid like yourself would crave, you find yourself stepping interior. Onto a military base where, given your new job, you are one of very few civilian’s who are working the administrative system. You are a new hire, a recent hire, after the last few assistants had decided that being around nefarious like hybrids wasn’t well suited to them.

You could’ve likely been one of the ones who avoided this job as well, only you were scrambling to recover from your last relationship. You were too trusting, too willingly to forgive the antiquities of your exes that convinced you to just dive right in.

Now you were being forced to focus on picking yourself up and repairing the titular holes of your life—finding a new apartment, a studio if you could, while trying to combat the problems in your life.

“This way,” the manner of which you’re addressed is casual enough for you to dive out of the way as a group of rowdy soldiers pass, one or two of which look back at you, “you’ll be in the main building with the other administrative assistant’s. You will be one of two front desk receptionist’s on Tuesday’s, Wednesday’s & Thursday’s. Monday’s and Friday’s you will be working off the main building-“

Your ears twitch beneath your hairstyle that you carefully designed, plaits that mesh seamlessly with your soft ears to disguise them as much as possible. The droopiness of the soft touch as they fall naturally, has only started to lift when you are led into a side room.

A group of men are speaking to a woman there, slightly greyed blonde hair pulled out of her face and into a bun at the back of her head. She is also a hybrid, that much you can detect, with a glint of sharp teeth protruding from her top teeth. When you step into the room you can feel eyes on you, four men all equally crushing in size compared to you, that give you a brief once over.

“Security clearance,” the person showing you around has given you a badge, a security clearance passport for some functions of the base, and you quickly clip it to the front of your sweater. “Ignore them.”

Just as quickly as you are led into the room, you’re led out but not fast enough—not nearly fast enough before one of the men spies one of your ears.

“Oi it’s a cute little bunny!” His loud claim and jest has brought all attention to you, and your ears begin twitching at the same pace as your nose scrunches. “Look at the little ears-“

“Sergeant!” The woman snaps at the man who spoke, her icy glare burning into the grinning man who seems to reflect any kind of consequences from his statement.

Your nose scrunches, it twitches as you back off into the doorframe, those eyes on you. The tour is not even over yet, you’d barely been on base for ten minutes and already some predator with a cocky grin has commented on your ears.

“Come on, Laswell! Look at the little creature!” He continues, even as you dart out of the room and toward the front of the administrative building, the harrowing croon of his voice trailing after you.

Once you have reached the front of the building with your guide, you are shown to a desk—given access to what you need to, with the assurance that most hybrids like you lose their shiny new toy status within days. It’ll blow over, you’ll be able to focus on your job without worrying about the soldiers.

Today was only the first day, give them time to adjust, trust the process, everything will be blown over before long.

And soon no one will pay any mind to the newest hybrid on base, the little floppy eared twitchy nosed bunny. That’s what you’re promised anyway, but doubts have strained that belief—but only time will tell.

[scarletwidowsbaby]

Little Pet

Summary: Something nefarious this way comes. Will you run before it's too late?

Pairings: Vampire!Nat x Hunter!Fem!Reader x Heretic!Wanda

Genre: Dark and slightly smutty but no sexy times.

Warnings: Sexual suggestions, blood, fangs, lingerie, dark magic. Minors dni, this is not for you.

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while but I gave it a bit of a touch-up. Hope you enjoy!

It was only dusk and you were already regretting taking the job. 

You had been hired by the local innkeeper to investigate the mystery around the abandoned manor on the backside of the forest’s mountain. Many adventurers had come in search of the manor, yet none had returned.

The fact that he was paying you three thousand coin per adventurer that you found was… possibly also the deciding factor. 

As you stepped onto the surprisingly well-kept lawn of the place, your hunter instincts went off. Something nefarious was here, lurking in the shadows, watching and waiting. You pulled out your sword as you entered through the giant double oak doors.

Immediately, your blade began to burn hotter than a thousand suns, forcing you to drop it. Thankfully, you had your fireproof gloves on from your latest encounter with a feral dragon, and weren’t burnt. 

“So sorry, dear.” A voice echoed in the grand pitch-black entryway, high ceiling above decorated with paintings akin to the skills of the Sistine Chapel. 

Not even God could save you now. 

“Come closer, dear. Let me see you in the light.” 

You noticed a speck of moonlight from a small window to the high right, almost casting a spotlight on the tiles in front of you. You cautiously stepped forward into it, unsure why, yet the voice’s chuckle was… unnerving.

“Why, look at you. A female hunter? Shall we call you Huntress?”

Your gaze steeled - there were more of them - before you felt a sharpness on your neck, a blur passing behind you. 

“Oh my. How… sweet.” 

You put your hand on your neck, your glove in the light showing a thin line of your blood. 

“Vampires.” You muttered beneath your breath. 

“Oh, not just vampires.” A new voice said, a clear glee entwined in her thick accent. “I do wish you would figure it out already.”

Suddenly, your body was lifted by an invisible force. You couldn’t move, save your eyes, and you were whisked through the house before you came to a throne room. You were practically thrown to the ground in front of it, a pair of sleek boots in your gaze. 

“It’s so wonderful to see another human try their luck here, isn’t it love?” The person, woman, in front of you chuckled darkly. 

“Let her lift her head, my dear. I want to see the life in this one’s eyes before I take it away.” 

The invisible force acting on your body released your head and you immediately lifted it, coming up to see two women. The one on the throne held a classic lop-sided smirk, her ginger-red hair flowing down her shoulders in simple waves. The other, standing beside the throne, was very clearly something else, with her brown locks tied back in neat braids done by a professional.

“A… here… tic…” You strained the devious hybrid species’ name through your lips.

“There we go. She figured it out!” She snarkily laughed, her eyes glowing as crimson as the bloodstains on her sleeves. 

“You are clearly a very skilled huntress. What is your name, sugarcube?” The seated vampire asked, her eyes set on yours. 

“Y/N.” Your name was pulled from your lungs by the heretic. 

“My my… No wonder Wanda liked the feeling from your sword… you are known for such giant feats of destruction in our world, Y/N the Huntress.” 

You guessed that Wanda was the heretic, given the grin that came onto her face. “Now now, love, I think you should introduce yourself. Give this huntress a good fright, yes?” 

You looked back at the throned woman, noticing a familiarity to a few wanted posters on the borders of the Darklands. “No…” 

“Yes…” She grinned, nodding her head as her sharp nails came to grip your cheek. “I am Natasha Romanova, Countess of the Mstiteli Clan. And you, dear huntress… are now mine.”

She pulled you up by your neck and made a neat slit across your skin, sinking her fangs into your vein whilst Wanda ripped your armour from your body with her magic. Wanda grabbed your wrist and pulled up your sleeve, making a neat slit perpendicular to your arm and delved into it. 

Tingling sensations spread from both areas, sending shivers down your spine. It was fast, and ruthless, as they didn’t stop even to let you breathe. You were trapped in the cycle of stuttered breaths, euphoria, and the effects of blood loss. 

When you rose, your body felt exactly how it was - weak, drained of energy, of blood. You felt your ankle had been chained, the cold metal stinging on your skin though it contrasted vastly with the softness of the bed beneath you. 

“Oh, now that’s a hangover headache for the ages.” You winced, lifting your hand to your head to simultaneously relieve the ache and brush a few strands out of your face.

“Is that what humans feel like when they’re blood is consumed? Intoxicated?” You jerked your head up - bad idea - to see Countess Natasha lying next to you in nothing but a black nightrobe and dark red lingerie. She gingerly brushed her fingers over your neck, which had small gauze patches on either side. 

“You.” You growled before instinctively reaching for your sword, only to feel another hand there. 

“You were right to melt her armour and sword, my love - she is such a feisty one.” Wanda giggled, her own nightrobe and lingerie adorned on her body. 

Wanda flicked some magic to your hands and they obeyed, pulling up until the wisps of red tied your wrists to the bed frame. “Though you can think of hurting us, now you can’t.” She grinned deviously.

“Now, sugarcube… what to do with you…” Natasha teased before she carefully began to peel off your gauze patches.

“Hey! That hurts!” You huffed before Wanda ripped the one near her fangs off with a sharp tug. 

“OW!”

They both chuckled and cooed at you like you were some soft malleable thing. 

“Calm down, detka. You’re such an impatient little thing.” Natasha rolled her eyes. 

“I’m not your ‘baby’.” You huffed, rolling your eyes before she quickly gripped your jaw.  

“Do that again and I’ll take away the pleasure from being fed on.” She whispered darkly into your ear, pressing her thumb and finger into your neck to pinch your airways. 

You paused, relinquishing, and she pulled away. “Good. Now, for ground rules: This coven is a respected coven. You are the only human we’ve ever taken in that won’t be turned, no matter how sexy you’d be as a vampire.”

“You see, baby girl… We own you now.” Wanda summarised, putting a small bit of ointment on your healing bite wounds. 

“Nobody owns me.” You retorted. 

“That ends today. Well, I should say tonight.” Natasha chuckled, tracing the outline of your face. 

“Yes, it does. So, we will explain the hierarchy to you: Natasha is Countess, so she will often be busy with coven affairs and our coven’s safety. Then, it’s me, considering I am her wife-”

“Wife?!” You exclaimed before Natasha’s finger pushed down on your sternum, her supernatural strength keeping you down in the bed. 

“Yes, my adoring, lovely, brilliant chef of a Sokovian wife. Now listen and be respectful.” The countess warned you. 

“As I was saying, I am second in the hierarchy. Then it is James, Steve, Sam and Scott - they are our ‘muscle’, even though some of them look like tanks and others not so much. After them is virtually everyone who is not an unturned child. Those we have accepted and who will be turned upon legal age.”

You listened carefully before you noticed an item in Wanda’s hand - a necklace. 

“This is something you will wear at all times unless in the shower. It is imbued with Natasha and mine’s scents and blood, should you ever need to be healed.” She said, clasping it over your neck and not afraid to let her hands wander a bit down. 

You turned your head away from hers, feeling some sort of spell over your body like the blood within the red stone was charged. 

“You feel it, don’t you?” Natasha smirked from above you, her hair tickling your neck as it hung down. “The power of us, the Mstiteli Clan leaders, though only a single drop of blood each. The power of vampires. You could have never defeated us, Y/N. Not even with your enchanted sword.”

“I did enjoy breaking those enchantments.” Wanda added.

You closed your eyes, trying to take everything in since you were still a bit dazed. “Nobody told me that you were Mstiteli. If I had known that-”

“You wouldn’t have come. We know. But we loved chatting to that innkeeper a few nights ago. He was just divine.” Natasha licked her lips and you understood the double entendre. 

“A few little drops of amber ash doesn’t hurt a fella. And without you to return and claim your prizes, we’ll keep getting willing meals right at our doorstep.” Wanda smirked.

“Such delicious, tasty meals… Speaking of, I want to have some more…”

You looked at the two warily. They stopped. What?

Natasha snickered darkly, cupping your cheek. “Oh, you really are as sweet as they come. No, what we did was a dominance show. Now, we go gently.”

Gently wasn’t the right word for her to use as she practically smashed her lips against yours, delving her tongue in to test if even your saliva was as sweet as your blood. Your hands, still chained above your head, were no match for Wanda’s power as she sank to your stomach, kissing and sucking at the exposed skin. 

“So divine…” She murmured, a flick of her magic warping your reality. 

“Hey! Bring my clothes back!” You yelled, mostly from embarrassment as you now wore the same nightrobe adorned on them but in crimson red… and without lingerie. 

“Patience, dear. We want our filling first. We will always come before you.” Natasha said, the words burning in your mind as she locked eyes with you. 

Then, she leaned in and reopened the wound with such precision of her fang she could be a surgeon. She sucked at your neck whilst keeping a firm hold of your body, her arm snaking underneath the nightrobe and around your back. 

“Come up here, Wanda. You were the one who wanted us to make our marks clear and present.” She chided her wife, who you hadn’t even noticed feeding on your wrist. 

“But she’s so beautiful… I want to sink my fangs into every inch of her, litter her body with my bite.” Wanda said and you could tell she was the far more possessive one. 

“Neck first.” Natasha said firmly. 

You felt like a blood bag. Nothing more than for something they can feed on and toy with, squish around in their hands to bring out every bit of life source. 

Then, you felt that tingle again. That rush of endorphins coursing through your veins, making you whimper beneath their touch. 

“Hush. Fuck, you’re delicious.” Wanda moaned against your neck, digging her fangs deeper. 

You quietened down like a good little pet and let them have their fill once more, your jostles of movement stopping quickly as fatigue set in. They were both grinning as they pulled away from your neck, fangs and lips smeared with your blood. 

“Wanda, go get some hot towels.” Natasha muttered, the heretic speeding away to bring a tower of hot towels. 

She leaned into your ear, kissing it gently. “Now hush, little pet. Time for you to rest some more…”

[littlefireball]

can a yeosang x reader be requested? Where she's been active long before meeting Yeosang but she's never been eaten out or had someone the size of Yeosang so she asks about what each feels like to him and offers to show her instead. After he eats her out he starts to f**k her and makes her squirter. Which she didn't even know what it was or what happened etc

I combined yours with another request as i think they can be merged as a one shot (but i changed the setting a little bit)

Another request: yeosang being obsessed with breeding reader especially the sight of him cum oozing out of her hole.

ʏꜱ|ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ (ᴍ)

ᴅᴏʙᴇʀᴍᴀɴ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ x ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx|ᴏʀᴀʟ|ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ|ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.3ᴋ

Masterlist

Yeosang and his companion took refuge against the formidable outer wall of the stronghold, their weapons poised in perfect synchrony, anticipating commands. Just yesterday, they had been informed of the human trafficking syndicate's stronghold nestled in the distant west, prompting their swift arrival at the scene. This nefarious organization had been abducting adult female Hybrids, ruthlessly exploiting them for illicit reproductive endeavors. 

The captain signaled with his hands, expertly guiding his team into their designated positions. Despite the gas mask obscuring Yeosang's face, he could still detect a subtle, lingering fragrance in the air. 

Because the stronghold was now teeming with hybrids in heat. 

The criminals had administered powerful substances engineered to trigger estrus, paving the way for effortless conception. This operation was perilously risky; should they inadvertently enter a state of heat, the repercussions would be catastrophic.

The mission teams were distinctly categorized into those composed of women and those of men. The women's teams were tasked with rescuing victims, while the men focused on apprehending the nefarious criminals. 

Everything was meticulously prepared. With a decisive motion, the captain raised his left hand, executing a downward slash, and the entire unit surged into the stronghold in perfect synchrony, igniting a fierce gunfight with the gangsters. The tide quickly turned against the criminals, who fell one by one, leaving behind a grim tableau of lifeless bodies strewn across the hall.

"Find the victims!" The captain's commands were heeded without question as each member dispersed throughout the stronghold in search of their targets. Intense gunfire erupted, yet the gangsters were swiftly overpowered. 

Yeosang ascended to the pinnacle of the stronghold, proceeding with utmost caution. The only sound that pierced the silence was the soft rhythm of moaning emanating from a nearby chamber. A wave of embarrassment washed over him, yet he maintained his composure as he approached the room slowly.

As the door slowly creaked ajar, Yeosang's eyes fell upon the sight of you, bare upon the bed, breathless and alluring. Instinctively, he averted his gaze, scanning the room for any signs of danger. In an instant, a werewolf lunged at him from the shadows, its claws raking fiercely. The unexpected assault left Yeosang no time to evade, and the gas mask he wore was violently shattered in the chaos.

"Fuck!" The intoxicating aroma poured into him, shattering his composure in an instant. Your fragrance was far more potent than that of ordinary hybrids. Perhaps the werewolf's drug had intensified your scent. Yeosang battled fiercely against the werewolf, likely driven by the fervor of his own instincts, as their strikes were directed with lethal intent. Yet, it was clear that the werewolf stood no chance against Yeosang's prowess.

"Go back to hell." With a strong punch on the werewolf's face, Yeosang sent him flying to the wooden table which was broken because of the huge impact. He died, with no doubts. But, it was not over. Yeosang's sanity has faded away since this battle for spouse. And now, it's time to claim you as his. 

He knew he couldn't but there was no way to stop. 

"Goodness, you're beautiful." He discarded his weapon before bending toward you, his face burying itself in the curve of your neck, tasting your skin as if he were a famished man. You found yourself utterly powerless to resist, your body succumbing to a delicious weakness. Any attempt to resist only served to stoke the fire of his insatiable longing. 

He let out a deep, wild growl as his lips moved down to your breast, sucking your left nipple while caressing the other. The struggle no longer existed and you found yourself enjoying the pleasure he brought you. You whimpered when he gave you a hard press on your nipple, making him suck harder. Clear red marks were left on every part of your skin as his lips trailed down from your chest to your stomach, making you hiss when your nipples were exposed to the cold air. 

You couldn't help but tremble when he dropped a kiss on your clit. The sensation was amazing even though that was only a simple kiss. You have never felt this before. You needed more, not just a kiss, but his tongue, his lips, just everything. 

"Please, please. Kiss me one more time." Yeosang lifted up his gaze to meet yours, feeling confused. "You want this?" He once again kissed and licked your clit, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips when you threw your head against the pillow. "Please, ahh, fuck!" "As you wish, girl." 

His face dived into your thighs, his hot breath landed on your clit making your hands fly to his hair to pull him closer. "Be patient, girl." Before he finished his words, his tongue met your fold, licking from the bottom to the top. "God!" "How sweet you are." Shutting your eyes, you gripped the sheet tightly when he sucked hard on your bud. Everything was overwhelming and your chest tightened, leaving you breathless. You could feel something was about to burst out but not sure what that was. 

He pushed your thighs to either side for better licking and sucking, totally lost in your sweetness. "Hm…I'm gonna…" You cried because it was uncomfortable that needed to be released. "Cum, girl. I want to taste you." "Fuck!" You tried to push him away but he gripped your thighs to pull you closer, his tongue was deep inside you. Sucking hard, you couldn't help but cum on his face, dripping onto the sheet. 

"That's the sweetest I ever tasted." A smirk played on his lips as he stood up straight, removing his armor and pants just enough to pull out his cock. You have never seen that size before, making you curious how it felt when he entered you. This erotic fantasy raced your heartbeat, blush creeping up your cheek. "Haven't take this size before?" You shook your head. "Wanna try?Huh?Tell me, little girl." "I want to feel that, please." "Oh gosh, your voice is beautiful. Beg me again, I love it." Yeosang climbed over you while guiding his member to your soaked hole. 

Had he regained his clarity, he would find it utterly inconceivable that he could utter such words or act in this manner towards you. Yet, in that moment, he was powerless to restrain himself. The instant your intoxicating scent reached him, all rational thought vanished, leaving only the untamed and primal yearnings that lay dormant within his soul.

"Please, I want you deep inside me." You too, couldn't believe you begging a stranger to satisfy you. Yet, the substances coursing through your veins continually ignite your longing, plunging you into despair. You crave his presence, yearning for him to satiate the void within you.

Your begging soon died out as he rubbed his tip against you, moving up and down on your clit before eased into you. His size was overwhelming, causing you to throw your head at the pillow and your mouth to form a perfect 'O' shape. "Take it so well, honey." Your cunt squeezed his member from time to time to better adjust. He rolled his hips against you slowly, trying to find out where your sensitive spot was. 

"I may not last long, shit!" Intertwining with your fingers, he tightened the grip and thrusted at a faster pace. His cock rubbed against your velvet wall deliciously, hitting your sweet spot. "Gosh!" You moaned out, the numbness he gave you caused a pleasure to run through your body. 

"You like it?" Again, he collided with your g spot dead on. "Oh, please." He aimed at the same spot and hit it over and over again, the skin slapping sound echoed in the room, combined with your soft whimpers and moans, just like a beautiful melody rang in Yeosang's ears. 

Pushing your thighs to either side once again, he pinned your ankles against the sheet, thrusting so deep and so fast. You have never felt such pleasure during sex, no one could satisfy you but only the man above you—even though you didn't know his name. "You're so deep."  A flush crept across your cheeks, as if an unseen force had seized your throat, rendering you momentarily breathless. 

He lowered himself, guiding your hands to your head, moving in a deliberate rhythm that was both steady and exquisite. Nestling his face into the curve of your neck, he savored your intoxicating fragrance with an insatiable hunger. He could hardly believe how he could lose himself in your scent for an eternity while fucking you. "I'm so close…" he gasped, his breath hitching as his movements grew erratic, a symphony of moans and curses escaping his lips. 

"That feeling…again…" You sobbed, your stomach tightened again but it was stronger than last time. There was something that burst out. Shutting your eyes, your nail dug into his skin and the pain brought him to the peak. "Fuck!!" He hissed at the pain and the pleasure, thrusting so fast without caring about your begging. "Stop…stop!!Ah!" You squirted with a loud, high-pitched moan, wetting his thighs and cock. The warmth and the wetness broke his limit and he came all in your cunt. 

"Goodnes…" He was  supposed to calm down from the heat after withdrawing from you…No, he couldn't. His cum filled you literally, even oozing from your hole. The way of your lower core squeezed for nothing but to suck his cum drove him insane. The most primitive desires in his body once again dominated his thoughts. "You need more, honey. Your pussy is made for breeding, you know?" He left a kiss on your clit, causing you to whine at overstimulation. 

"No…no…I can't take it anymore." Tears welled up in your eyes, head spinned. "You can, just one more time. Take all my cum and breed for me, girl." He slammed back into you again, making you sit up straight and wrap your arms around his neck. "Let my cum be the only thing in your cunt, puppy." Pressing his lips against yours, he pushed upward to make your body move up and down from his movement. 

"Be mine, puppy." 

—----

He came twice more before he calmed down and drifted to a quick nap. After some time, he stirred from a haze of pain, only to find himself and you entwined in a state of undress upon the bed. You had succumbed to slumber long ago, your exhaustion evident.

"What..." Confusion washed over him, but as memories surged forth like a torrential wave, his astonishment rendered him speechless. A profound guilt enveloped his heart, leaving him to ponder how he could be any different from those he despised. His hands trembled, regret gnawing at him for the choices he had made. Yet, he resolved to take responsibility for you. Should you desire him to face the law or meet a more dire fate, he would embrace it without hesitation.

"hehemon…over….Can you hear us?" In that moment, the urgent calls of his comrades echoed from the pager resting on the ground, shattering Yeosang's contemplations and rousing you from your slumber. "Over," he responded, his tone laced with a hint of remorse. "Where have you disappeared to? We are unable to locate you." His gaze fell upon the splintered remnants of the door that obstructed their path. Perhaps this was the reason for their inability to find him. "I am in the attic. I sustained injuries during a confrontation with the enemy moments ago, but I have now regained my mobility..." "That's good to hear. Please come back to the team." "Yes,sir." 

As the last remnants of the calls faded into the ether, he turned to confront you. "Are…are you here to save me?" you asked, your voice tinged with a fragile hope. "I…" he stammered, caught in the web of his own guilt. Yes, he was meant to be your protector, yet the shadows of his actions haunted him. He had indulged in his desires at your expense. 

"I deeply regret my actions. I did something terrible to you, and I know that an apology cannot suffice. I am prepared to do anything you wish, even if it means laying down my life for you." He insisted. Upon absorbing his words, your mind became a tempest of confusion, a cacophony of opposing thoughts swirling within. You ought to despise him, akin to the disdain you hold for those thugs; yet, curiously, you find no animosity towards him at all. Maybe it's because he knot you… Wait…he knot you? 

"Do you want to be irresponsible?" You met his confused gaze and you continued. "You know you knot me…" He took a deep breath, wearing a serious look. "No, I'll take responsibility. I can do anything for you to make up, no matter what. I'm truly sorry." "Then can you bring me to leave this place?" "Of course." He grabbed a blanket to cover your body and dressed himself up. 

"Can you walk?" He asked you softly and you shook your head slightly. Your limbs were still weak, let alone to stand up and walk out yourself. 

"Come." He turned around and knelt down, facing you with his back, posturing his hand to let you climb on him. "It's okay. I promise I won't hurt you." 

You were a little hesitant at first, but you climbed on top of him after a while so he could carry you down the stairs. After all, he was the only man here. 

"All the criminals died. Don't worry." He comforted you, his voice softened. You nodded and whispered in his ears. "What's your name anyway? "Yeosang." "I'm Y/N." "Y/N…" He murmured your name under his breath but you could hear it clearly. To be honest, you liked how he called you so softly. 

"Yeosang." 

Hm?" 

"Would you do anything for me?" 

"Yes, I will." 

"Then can you stay with me after we go back to your camp? I'm scared…" You buried your face in his neck, murmuring. 

"Sure. I'm here for you." 

"No regret?" 

"No regret." 

[impishjesters]

Hello it's me again 🤞🏻 do ya think you can do Jax with a so who is like demon/angel who depending on what their doing they change into demon/angel or a mix of both?

Jax with a demon/angel s/o

warning(s): insults (affectionately?), insults (not affectionately) note(s): The non-affectionate insult is someone else, it's not intended to be anyone in specific, though it's not really an insult in my opinion I figured it was fair warning. (I kind of just wanted the situation itself that came with it.) A/N: Ooo nice, its giving Sun/Moon from FNAF, I like that ;D

Jax thinks both appearances are cute (which isn’t saying much, he claims a lot of stuff is cute but at least this sounds more genuine)

It also gives him twice the ammo for pet/nicknames.

“Well, would you look at that? Angels do exist, unfortunate that they look like you though.” (relationship or not, you are not spared, but it’s got less venom than his usual cracks)

“You look like you crawled right outta hell, rough night?” (how flattering Jaxy)

He likes to see what causes you to switch between the two.

So far, being grossly nice to everyone (including him), and kind acts like helping the gang of idiots (yes, including him) usually result in the more angelic-like form.

Partaking in pranks with him or other nefarious things usually results in a more demonic-like form.

However, he is curious if that’s unintentional or something you are willing to choose to do.

Like was that just some weird part of your character in here, or something you consciously could change and it just so happened to be very on-brand?

What does throw him off is that weird hybrid of the two that has popped up on occasion. It’s a little weird to look at but it’s… cool, he guesses.

Jax has stated that if the two of you could dress up for Halloween, he’d wanna be the angel. Which is hilarious because that is the absolute last fuckin thing he is.

If you say that he’ll give you a shit-eating grin and say something like “What are you talking about? I’m as innocent as an angel.”

“If an angel crawled out of hell, sure.”

Out of curiosity, he’s definitely tried to remove your halo from your person to see if it’s permanently attached or not.

If it is he’ll only slightly flinch at the yelp you let out, but if it’s not attached you bet your sweet ass he’ll be plucking it away at random times and probably wearing it like a bracelet.

Which honestly is kind of cute if you think about it, he’s got a little piece of you with him if you’re actually able to part with it.

On top of that, you can definitely annoy him by playing ring toss with his ears. He’ll make it more difficult by moving them at angles that make it harder for the halo to catch.

One time he forgot all about the halo dangling on his ear and someone thought it’d be funny to ask him “what that stupid thing on his ear” was.

He’s annoyed because he was damn well sure he threw the thing back at you. But now he’s also more annoyed that someone brought you into this and called your halo dumb. (they didn’t call it dumb he’s overreacting)

Though realistically he doesn’t care about your halo, he’s just annoyed someone called any part of you dumb (again, nobody said that sweetie), even if it was true—ahem, said affectionately, he’s the only one allowed to call you dumb (affectionately)

In retaliation to subjecting him to the ring toss games, if you have a tail or something as a demon he’ll intentionally step on it. (not often though)

On the topic of tails, he’ll occasionally play with it, though if you have full control of it you’ve definitely tripped him up a couple of times.

[vilevenom]

I am fully convinced that Shadow really is a hugger, for people he's close to, and that he enjoys physical affection. He's just averse to allowing it, since he's, y'know, traumatized.

Here's a quick little ficlet I wrote in a bit of a rush, since I haven't posted anything in a while ❤️

Shadow hadn't been expecting it. The urge to comfort hitting him suddenly, as Sonic's knees buckled and he fell to the floor after a rather harrowing defeat.

Shadow had only managed to show up for the very tail end, having been otherwise preoccupied when the distress message from Rouge had come through his communicator. But, he had seen his rivals friends captured and whisked away, along with his own teammates. Apparently Ivo had some nefarious purpose for the capture, and Sonic had been otherwise incapacitated while the others had been shoved into a cage. He'd noticed Tails had been injured, and Omega deactivated, which would help to explain why team Sonic and team Dark had failed.

Shadow growled as he stalked forward, fully intent on ignoring his traitorous hearts desire to sooth, and instead kick the blue hedgehog into action. However, as he approached he could hear Sonic muttering to himself, causing the hybrid to slow so he could try and make out the others wretched sounding murmuring.

"This is all my fault," Sonic whispered to himself, face tilted down and shoulders shaking, "if I'd just listened...If I had've been more aware, this wouldn't have happened..."

"What happened, hedgehog?"

Sonic's head whipped up at Shadows words, the other obviously not having realized the hybrid had shown up at the end of his battle. His eyes were rimmed with red, obviously withholding tears, and his posture was slouched, even as his quills bristled from being startled. "Shadow..."

"I..." Sonic took a deep breath, though it came back out stuttered at best, "Tails warned us all that Eggman's new Heavy's were tougher than before, and that his recon drones found out that there was some new weapon Eggman had been fitting on his hover chair. I didn't think anything of it. Y'know how Eggman is, always coming up with stupid new weapons that don't work." He paused to wipe at his eyes, though no tears were forthcoming. "I got too far away from everyone else while fighting Eggman, and Tails got hurt."

"Tell me what happened."

"What happened to Omega? I would have thought he'd be more than a match for the new models."

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know," Sonic admitted, shaking his head, "I was distracted when I heard Tails yell when he went down, and Eggman hit me with his new ray gun thing. I...I can't run."

Shadow paused, frowning as he stared down at Sonic, who in turn stared off into the middle distance. "What do you mean, you can't run?"

"Exactly that," Sonic said with a shrug, curling into himself further on the ground, "Whatever that thing was, it stole my speed. My legs feel weak, and I can barely walk, let alone run. I can't...I won't be able to save anyone."

There it was again. That incessant urge in the center of his chest to comfort the despondent hedgehog in front of him. It reminded him of how Maria would sweep him into a hug any time he spoke ill of himself while on the ARK.

With measured steps, Shadow approached Sonic and knelt next to him, the blue hedgehog flinching away at his approach.

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to get everyone captured. I'll figure out some way to fix it-" Sonic began to ramble, only to be startled into silence, as instead of the punch he was expecting, Shadow wrapped his arms around his shoulders in a gentle hug.

Sonic shook slightly in his arms, a few tears finally dripping down over his cheeks as he lifted his head, offering Shadow a watery grin. "Right. Together."

"We'll figure this out, hedgehog," Shadow murmured, squeezing Sonic slightly, as Maria had once done for him, "Together."

Shadow couldn't help the tiny curl of a smile that graced his lips as determination was restored to Sonic's eyes as he returned Shadow's hug. Apparently Maria had really been onto something.

[bunny-jpeg]

want the scoop on what 'vegetable patch' is? well then! READ IT HERE!

[ashenquill]

IT'S SCAR TIME BABAEYYYY HERE COME THE (head)CANONS

He's my favorite which means he suffers the most so this post is a little bit of a downer, not gonna lie. But there's silly stuff in there too I promise!!11!

Scar's full name is Scar Conn Goodtimes. You may be asking yourself: what kind of name is that? How is his middle name con? What kind of parent would do that to their child? WELL, the answer is BECAUSE I SAID SO. Idk I just thought it would be goofy if convex had the middle names "con" and "vex". Soooo yeah lol

As far as origins and backstory are concerned, Scar is half vex and half elf. His mother was a vex hybrid, and had two kids, Cub and Scar (I'll post about Cub tomorrow probably). They're technically half-brothers, but they don't really care enough to talk about the logistics of it. As far as they (and everyone else, atp) are concerned, they're just brothers. Plain and simple.

Scar and Cub grew up without their parents, and were primarily raised by their maternal grandmother, the only human in their family. She taught them anything she knew about their mother, their fathers, and their magic. Thus, Scar and Cub practiced with their vex magic until they were finally able to properly wield it. (Vex magic has many capabilities, especially among family members, but the primary way it manifests is by having a particular trait that it can amplify. Scar, for example, can amplify someone or something's strength.) Scar had a tougher time with it, and it often backfired on him. That, combined with him being incredibly accident-prone, is how he ended up suiting his name so well.

In his late teens, Scar sustained an injury that caused major nerve damage and hindered his ability to walk, but with his magic he was still able to walk with the help of mobility aids (such as canes and crutches, and after a few years, a wheelchair). He refused to believe that it was irreversible, and when Cub made him a set of magic-powered walking braces, he thought his problems were solved. But that is not how chronic pain/illness works, even in a world with magic. So, he still uses a variation of aids, but the braces have to be used sparingly, as they draw from his magic and tire him out more quickly. That's why he mostly uses them when he's HOTGUY YEAH THAT'S RIGHT THIS IS A SUPERHERO AU.

Hotguy was hired by King Ren to head the Royal Guard and protect the city (and the king) from "nefarious evildoers". Of course, he mostly uses it as an excuse to play superhero, to which Cub is unwittingly dragged into. He's Scar's "guy in the chair", and even though he mostly just complains about Scar taking unnecessary risks, they both know he loves it.

More fun facts:

Smells earthy, like grass & pine trees

Hybrid: elf & vex (mixed) ((I’m not projecting you are))

Street smart - Special knowledge of city layout, people-pleasing, manipulation tactics

Likes: coffee (only drinks black coffee on bad days, usually gets something sweet and fun, he's totally a pumpkin spice latte girly), bird-watching, movies, theme parks, cooking/baking

Dislikes: golf (he goes with Cub anyway), reading

Passions: justice/fairness, nature (landscaping, birds), Scarland 

Habits/other details: skin-picks, eats water (with a spoon)

Active in his environment - takes advantage of being overlooked, sort of dejected/resigned to ableism against himself (but never others), not usually aggressive but might try to control situations in other ways, good at finding out information but doesn’t always think to do so

Special, plot-relevant skills: archery, charisma 500, magic = strength

Terrible sleep schedule, somehow a morning person

I love him dearly so I sometimes make bad things happen to him this is just the basic law of author projection <3

[cotton-kiwi-smoothie]

So what happened?

This is a lore dump about what happened to Abraham Tower before the events of TFoBS. It discusses some of his early life to before he became commander.

Trigger Warning for abuse and overall dark subjects. And get ready this is a long one.

In order to understand Abraham as a person, we have to understand how he came into existence at all. His parents are very rich, as his father is a high ranking GUN official. His mother was a biologist recruited by Gerald Robotnic to accompany him on the ARK. A huge chunk of Gerald's research was funded specifically from his father.

The ARK was initially just the ISS just expanded. And the bio lizard was created not too long after Maria was brought up to space. Conveniently, the Black Comet passed by and Black Doom was like "Huh, that's interesting. Let's see what going on here."

And then Gerald and Black Doom started their partnership and tried to build the ultimate lifeform. Very early into the partnership, Abe's mother got... curious.

This curiosity killed a cat, brought it back, and put a kitten in it's womb. And then Abraham was born. Considering his father wasn't on the ARK(as he has matters with GUN), the news of the first child born in space(and the fact Abe's mother cheated) took a minute to spread to Earth.

The entirety of the Black Arms were extremely offended. And yet that gave Gerald some hope and determination to create the ultimate lifeform. Throughout the partnership, Black Doom has considered just yeeting Abraham into the vacuum of space, since it's less stigmatized than just lighting him on fire and hoping that he isn't immune to burning to death.

But alas, keeping Abraham alive ensured that Black Doom would get his super soldier(Shadow). Abraham was harmless before the ARK raid. His teeth were soft and spongy, and so were his claws(which were regularly trimmed and ground down). And after finding out he can regrow his tail after an incident with a door, his tail was regularly docked to prevent tripping and getting caught.

Maria treated him like a younger brother despite his obvious differences. And Gerald often examines him like an experiment. And most people on the ARK don't look at him much like he's a human, Black Doom is on a tin foil hat trip, and his own mother can't look at him in the eye(before and after her husband found out about Abraham).

Abraham resents Shadow when he started to spend more time with Maria. Though much of it is internal hatred towards himself as well. Abraham hates the Black Arms and everything they stand for, including Shadow, but the feelings attack him too. Abe tries to pretend to be as human beyond what he mentally and physically is.

Fast forward to right after the ARK raid. Abraham is now living on Earth with his parents, Taylor was born only a few days before the raid. His parents' relationship was rickety. And Abraham became a secondary caretaker for Taylor whenever his mom is too busy fighting his father. Abraham was treated as the runt, as he isn't related to his father.

When Abraham turns 14, the human-like defense mechanism disappears and he begins to become aggressive like hybrids are known for(it's a more gradual process for him most hybrids are like a switch). This has horrible consequences when a group of 4 GUN officers cornered him with nefarious intentions. In response, Abraham killed 3 and disabled one.

This did not bode well with his father's image, and Abraham was kicked into the streets. Despite being the first one to discover what his body is capable of, and sort of a spoiled brat, 7 year old Taylor makes the decision to join him.

And before we delve deeper into how insane GUN was: Henry was 5 years old when this happened. And he was in a program of creating more hybrids. After Abraham's slaughter, the program was shut down and Henry and 2k other children were sealed in a vault, forced to eat each other until he escaped 11 years later(remember the hybrid trauma post?).

Abraham was captured by GUN and taken to an off grid facility. Instead of killing the poor thing, GUN was like: "What if we train him to be an attack dog?" But due to how rowdy Abraham was, he ended up just hurting more people.

So his fangs were torn out, six of his fingers were chopped to be nubs(the claws folded into the finger but were attached to the second knuckle), and his tail was removed. And all the wounds were cauterized to prevent regeneration.

Then commence the daily electrical chair being used to break and then mold him into a murder machine. Abraham slept in a crate with fabric scraps for a blanket. Taylor tries her best to find necessary supplies for him despite having nothing. (Unrelated but Commander Winter was in the same facility, same time but they never meet until they are in their early 50s)

Throughout this time, Abraham was sort of taught reading basics to effectively carry out written orders. Taylor did not get an ounce of knowledge, as she has not received a lick of knowledge after leaving with Abraham. She was expected to become a whore by the time she turned 15.

Taylor has tried to keep Abraham's mental state intact, even trying her damndest to obtain the Lord of The Rings trilogy for him. The books were burned by the higher ups. And Taylor was trying her hardest to learn how to fight for herself.

The training was never on file. And Commander Tower could not find any record on it. But he did have a horrible trip seeing a whole wall of human muzzles. It lasted till he was 25 years old.

As a result, Abraham was extremely estranged from himself, and had gone mute. Taylor has desperately tried to get him to speak, to no avail. Though despite the many hardships, Abraham always made sure Taylor was taken care of.

Henry scuttles into his life at around 25, Taylor was 18. Abraham was very disapproving(can't blame him, Henry looked like a mf BUG), knowing what Henry was immediately and not wanting him in his life. Though Taylor didn't listen and fed him anyways.

Abraham and Taylor nurse Henry back to health and teach him all they know. Abraham eventually breaks through his mutism at age 30.

Abraham envied Henry Tower a level. Henry was not ashamed of his species and held his tail high throughout his life, while Abraham let it drag and get ripped off.

This was around the same time Abraham started wearing gloves to cover the prosthetic fingers.

As his sense of self gradually came back, Abraham set his sights to the top of GUN. He didn't want anyone to feel the same injustice (although he did the opposite to Shadow, he still held that vendetta).

Abraham gained more money by climbing the ladder, and he focused his money on lobbying Henry into positions of power. Given how naive and immature he was, it was easy for Abraham and Taylor to condition him into what they thought was the perfect politician(Henry does eventually develop his own thoughts later on).

Then the three bought a house. And Henry and Taylor married in their 40s. Then a few years later he's now a commander.

It is also worth noting that after so long of being electrocuted, Abraham developed more rubbery skin and became immune to being killed from electrocution. And if hit with a high enough wattage it might even heal him.

Abraham also meets Black Feather(on Earth) about 10 years before the 2005 events. And they are best friends. And Abraham has never felt so appreciated by someone before (he didn't know Black Feather was a Black Arm lol)😃😃

And random fact: Abraham in his 40s got so excited about coming back to his senses that he planted bombs in the foundation of GUN HQ and then forgot about them... until they went off several decades later.

The end 😃

[littlemisssquiggles]

What if Suga is a Granute who used surgery on himself to make himself appear human? That gland he gave Hanto could have been his own.

Hey there Pine. I’ve actually heard this theory buzzing around the Gavv fan community before. But despite its popularity, I personally don’t want it to be true. On the contrary, I think it would be much, much better from a storytelling standpoint if Suga is a human. At least; for now, until he turns himself into a hybrid later to become our next villain Rider for this series.

As a story, Gavv has gone out of its way to highlight in the plot that not all Granutes are monsters set on targeting innocent humans.

Time and time again, the show has shown that there are actually good Granutes such as Shouma, his Grunkle Dente and Lakia among the bad ones like the rest of the Stomach Family and their addict part-timers.

Therefore, on the flip-side, just as how the show has highlighted good humans like Sachika and Hanto, it has to show that there are bad ones as well.

Hence Suga Kenzo will be that example of a human in Gavv who will become a villain; possibly even the penultimate villain of the story, surpassing the likes of even Stomach Inc and becoming a threat to even them and the entire Granute population with his army of freshly-baked human/Granute hybrids.

Not to mention, that for Hanto’s sake, I think it would be better for his entire arc to come full circle if its revealed that it was actually Suga, a fellow human, who caused the death of Hanto’s mother.

While it was Stomach Inc. who melted Mama Karakida into a Dark Treat, I’m willing to bet that it was Suga (and whatever failed human/Granute hybrid experiment he unleashed into the world) who captured her firstly and later pawned her off to the Stomachs in the first place.

I think it would be more monumental to Hanto officially getting over his hatred and prejudice towards the Granutes if he learnt that it was actually a human like him that hurt him and his mom.

That all of his problems started with the wicked act of one nefarious human and here was that same human  messing with him yet again. The Granutes --- meaning Stomach Inc --- were merely unfortunate pawns in that human’s wicked ploy, just like Hanto and his family.

Don’t know about you but revealing Suga as not only a potential villain but the mastermind behind Hanto’s problems as a HUMAN sounds ten times more compelling to me than making him another Granute.

We have heroes on both the human and Granute side of things so naturally, there needs to be villains on both sides as well to maintain the balance.

And Kenzo Suga, our veteran Sugar Doctor and upcoming Kamen Rider Bake, fits the bill.

~LMS (2025)  

[hs-transfusion]

Wait. Is Nepeta's lusus the Nefarious Anglerfish.

Nope! It's quite literally an anglerfish-catfish hybrid.

[septusuki]

It was our fault, really. We threw the first stone.

But to give us some leeway, how else were we supposed to get around those hyper-advanced targeting arrays? Those nefarious, awful AI that could pick out anything even close to a 'human' at a mile's distance, and pick it off of the map. Anything that looked human, was already dead, if they could see it.

So, not human was the first criteria. Make it less human. Get rid of the bipedality, get rid of the eyes. Bend it down, until the torso is horizontal. Make it lope about, on all fours. Make it a wolf. We even gave it a pelt, sometimes, almost as a joke. Little did we know what we'd done; what we'd set off. We'd unleashed our creativity and perhaps, our sadism.

From then on, it was a challenge, every week. The AI adapted, to shoot anything that looked like a human-wolf-hybrid-thing. Anything with horns. Anything with legs. Anything with armour. Every week, the targeting-AI adapted, and every week, it came down to us — the dissident nation — to subvert it. To tiptoe our way around those new strata of violence.

Take off the armour. Hide the guns. Throw away the coolant packs. Anything, just to afford ourselves another second more of wartime. We got carried away. It was fun, almost, to throw our weapons against the admins, and see if they were turned to heaps of burnt metal or not. A few seconds would pass, and we'd screech our cheers to the heavens. Not that loud, though. Somewhere, someone would pop open a bottle of booze, and we'd make our celebrations nonetheless. The dissident nation lived for another week. We'd squeezed our way through, and bought ourselves another software update.

But, somewhere along the line, we got scary with it. Nothing human, nothing wolf, nothing deer, nothing bear, nothing shark, nothing bird. Not much at all. We made it damp, so that the AI couldn't really pick out it's shape properly. We covered it in tentacles, so it always looked different. We coated it in oil, and slime, so that whatever it touched was tainted. We made it secrete acid, so that it was permanently burrowed a foot into the ground. At that point, there were only three researchers on the project. We all had that mad look in our eyes, that only came from sleepless nights, depraved desperation, and mindless worship.

When we set our newest model out onto the field of war — onto those desolate plains that had once been hab blocks — there were raucous rounds of soundless applause, and unpunctuated fistpumps. We were so cocky, it astounded me. It still does. Of course the AI couldn't target it; it wasn't even solid. It was just a shifting mass of something, rolling around and killing everything in sight.

We got our surrender from the government in under two hours. It was three minutes after that, however, that we realised we'd need another letter of surrender, if we wanted this over. We'd need our own machine to surrender, too. Because it wasn't accepting ours.

[avaleigh16]

Once upon a time, in a distant galaxy far beyond human comprehension, there existed a formidable and beautiful being named YN. She was a remarkable hybrid, born from the union of a Yautja and an enigmatic species that resembled humans but possessed enhanced strength, size, and breathtaking beauty.

YN possessed incomparable powers that made her the most formidable being in the entire galaxy. She commanded the forces of light and darkness, controlled the elements, and held dominion over time and space. Her abilities were vast and immeasurable, making her the embodiment of cosmic power.

In this vast universe, many beings were captivated by YN's extraordinary presence. Among those drawn to her allure was a magnificently strong male Yautja, renowned for his unparalleled might and fierce reputation. He courted YN with offerings of great treasures and profound respect, enticed by her indomitable power and enchanting aura.

However, unbeknownst to the Yautja, YN carried within her a child, fathered by another being whose identity remained a secret for now. Her father and wise grandparents, aware of YN's unique heritage, stood as pillars of unconditional love and protection. They doted on her, guiding her through the complexities of her extraordinary gifts, while shielding her from threats that could jeopardize her safety.

As YN's child grew within her, her divine powers swelled, amplifying her already formidable abilities. She could reshape galaxies with a mere thought and bend reality to her will. Her strength surpassed all comprehension, and her beauty radiated like a celestial beacon.

In the midst of YN's blossoming powers, turmoil brewed in the galaxy. Dark forces, envious of her supremacy, conspired to seize her unimaginable might for their own malevolent desires. They sought to control her, bending her powers to fuel their nefarious ambitions.

But YN, protected by her loving family and bolstered by her indomitable spirit, refused to succumb to manipulation. She harnessed her extraordinary gifts, finding solace in the love that surrounded her. With every fiber of her being, YN vowed to safeguard her child and protect the countless lives and civilizations that thrived in the galaxy.

In a spectacular show of strength and grace, YN unleashed her powers, shattering the malevolent plots and scattering the dark forces across the cosmic expanse. She became the embodiment of eternal light, a symbol of hope for all races and beings.

As time passed, YN's child was born, bearing the gifts inherited from their extraordinary parentage. Together, they roamed the galaxy, spreading love and compassion, using their limitless powers for honor and justice. They became a beacon of hope, inspiring beings across the stars to rise above their limitations and embrace their own unique strength.

In the annals of cosmic history, YN's legend endured as the most powerful being to have ever graced the galaxy. Her tale was whispered among countless star systems, reminding future generations of the enduring power of love, family, and the unwavering spirit of an extraordinary hybrid who defied fate itself to protect all that she held dear.

[hmshermitcraft]

*rubs hands menacingly*

spring is coming around, doc can practically smell it. even in his industrial space full of redstone dust fumes, the smells of fresh grass coming out of the ground is just overpowering. the creeper-goat hybrid is usually rather ecstatic when the winter comes to a good deserved end, and with it comes the shedding. oh, the fur shedding. as nice as it is to be cuddly with his partners during cold times, he always appreciates a thinner coat.

now, what surprises the hermits the most is not the ungodly amount of green fur everywhere, but to see him use it as insulation for his tomato seedlings is indeed odd. how this gentle ruffian casually chews on some fresh grass and talks with his clay pots is an adorable thing not many of them witness. and if some of his partners randomly plant kisses on his face, it is nobodies business but theirs.

Doc spends a lot of winter moping, or talking about the nefarious schemes he's coming up with. Redstone, snow and ice don't mix well - it sends all the redstoners a bit stir crazy during the cold months! Doc especially.

Spring is a relief.

And, now they have something else to look forward to. Seeing Doc be soft with his plants. After all that monologuing about his evil plans, he's taken a detour to babytalk his seedlings. It's adorable. The hermits don't even mind being roped in to help!

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Aside from how hard "yes, master" always hits

The last chapter has been a delight to read! Dabi's stubbornness is beautiful both as cat and human, and the League did actually think about a pretty good plan to fuck over AFO, so props to them

I am quite surprised that Stain is a wolf hybrid because the first animal I thought about for him was a bat (you know, vampire bats), but it's cool anyway and he saved Dabi's ass, so it's okay

I think the thing that I'll miss most from this fic will be the silly cat scenes, like Dabi with zoomies or the baby jail, they were the most reliable things ever as a cat owner and I loved them lol

One of my favourite works of yours, I'm sending you all my kudos since ao3 allows me only one

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it! They did manage to get one up on AFO in the most convoluted way possible, they just weren't expecting him to have his own nefarious plans going on in the background, oops.

And I didn't even consider a vampire bat honestly, I went for the idea that wolves/dogs are very loyal and hunting dogs are extremely disciplined and driven which I think fits Stain much better. (Vampire bats are extremely chatty with each other, super communal, and very nurturing to others in their colonies which is why I've categorized Toga as a vampire bat, but I don't think that fits Stain)

Cat!Dabi silliness was one of the great joys of this fic and I definitely would just stare at/harass my own cat whenever I needed inspiration for a new nonsense thing that he could be getting up to!

Thank you so much for commenting!