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That's not... my god you guys are all so desperate to hate on younger people aren't you. That's not what the information we have about this data - which isn't even publicly available(!) - says, nor is it the most plausible explanation.
From the original TechCrunch article that discussed this new announcement:
âIn our studies, something like almost 40% of young people, when theyâre looking for a place for lunch, they donât go to Google Maps or Search,â [Senior Vice President Prabhakar Raghavan] continued. âThey go to TikTok or Instagram.â
In other words: younger Gen Zers are going to friends (Insta) or parasocial "community" (TikTok) to look for restaurant recommendations, rather than to Google's increasingly unworkable, ad-ridden and bloated search engine. Setting aside the question of parasociality (which is hardly just a problem with "kids these days"!), this is just the internet native equivalent of asking your friend or family member "know any good Thai places in this area?" rather than going to Google first. And that is a good thing to be doing!
Honestly y'all talk about the boomerification of "Gen Z" but it's the boomerification of this website that astounds and horrifies me - y'all will jump on any piece of sloppy corporate propaganda if it gives you a chance to grumble and grump about the "kids these days".
[ID: A tweet by Popbase that reads, "Nearly half of Gen Z is using TikTok and Instagram as a search engine instead of Google, new data shows.". Below the tweet is a pic of a poorly drawn Goomba from Super Mario Bros with text below him that reads "are you out of your fucking mind".]
#i could say more but#i will restrain myself#yes there are problems with the choice of platform#tiktok is it's own special kind of machiavellian#but y'all need to get your head out of Alphabet Inc.'s arse long enough to realise that favouring asking âfriendsâ for recs#instead of letting google stuff whoever paid most to their sponsorship program into your face#is actually a Good Thing#and before anyone complains about the parasociality aspect#I've seen how y'all act on this website#stones and glass houses and all that#remember: generation wars are always a distraction#the real enemy is Google#not some twenty-something kid asking their Instagram followers for restaurant recs#tech#technology#social media#Google#thoughts and musings#.txt
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ME AND KROGER ARE GETTING MARRIED
lol so wedding time mfs
BE ANYTHING YOU WANT!!! IDC!!!!!!!
tags:
@yes-im-youtube-kids (your welcome) @actually-kroger (get over it) @the-gimmick-shipper @the-official-pepsi @the-official-uno @thekrogercompany @the-real-chipotle @the-official-apple @the-one-and-only-duckduckgo @official-arbys @officially-google-translate @officialtinder @official-sainsburys @operagxreal @basically-bumble
Edit: haha i forgot shakespeare
@shakespeare-official-account
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does anyone have the donald trump âi have died. badly.â (or whatever it is exactly) fake tweet bc for some reason google is NOT showing it to me when i search for it and i need it for silly reasons
#please.#google is being my enemy rn#or am i crazy and that was never a thing and i dreamt it#because iâm sure itâs real but ?
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uh Anthony Ramos sir. how do we go from Mind Over Matter to Villano. how does that pipeline work exactly
#anthony ramos#jasmine cephas jones#look it's not my fault Spotify pulled him up when i went to shuffle a playlist. then i remembered the sh*t that had happened in '21#decided to do a quick Google to see if they had settled down and separated amicably (since all we were getting was rumors#in the first place that i did not trust since neither of them were speaking about it publicly)#and found the samples. so many samples. the man literally uploaded another one to his Insta maybe an hour and a half ago#the song slaps???? at least the beat does but the lyrics???? are murderous?????#there is a scalping going on here but i'm not sure who's getting scalped and the lovers-to-enemies arc vibes are real rn#whenever he drops this i will listen to it. then read the lyrics then do more research then come to my own conclusion#irony is right after he came up with Blessings Jazzy shows up in the queue with Wild Things#damn. more soap opera sh*t sksksksk
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god WILL you just be able to wail on bosses as kiryu in LAD8 ??????
#snap chats#cause of course im thinking of lad8 while eating dinner#no cause like. while i was playing the demo i dont think the enemies actually counter attack yeah#which i guess makes sense since they're just grunts and since dragon resurgence is like an ultimate ability yk#makes sense they dont do much#so im just wondering how boss fights will go then... i know you get a demo boss fight with. I Forget His Name Im Not Googling It#and i couldnt build the meter to active DR I Dont Think so now im wondering if it'll even be an option to have in boss fights......#it'd be funny as hell if you really did just hoard DR and then unleash that shit and finish a fight like ten seconds#cause the DR meter is LONG and drains REAL slow#anyway unrelated why teh fuck do so many people smell like baby powder tonight ?????#ok bye im gonna make another text post in like ten minutes
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I keep getting ads for The Bachelor and every time it comes on, I immediately think "fuck you, Joey [last name]" and then feel bad afterwards because I don't know him and I didn't mean to be mean to a stranger. :(
#like maybe he's nice#maybe he's not#but he's still a person ig#our real enemy is the barrage of ads#i gave up on spelling his last name#i'd google it but i don't care lmao#shitpost
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seventeen as dads headcanons
content: reader is married to svt, normative(?) family structure, literally just unhinged thoughts, not proofread lol
note: was trying to write an actual fic but then got distracted sorry, dadventeen brainrot is so real
Seungcheol
Super protective âdonât touch my familyâ dad outwardly
All of his kidsâ friends are straight up SCARED of him
But within the household he's the one sneaking ice cream when you say no, albeit guiltily
Shopping trips with him will always result in buying something for them and he is very willing to be taken advantage of
âBabe if I canât spoil them now, theyâre gonna grow up and move out before we know it!â
Tries his best to be handy around the house, but probably makes it worse, ends up calling Mingyu to come fix it
Jeonghan
DEFINITELY a âgo ask your momâ dad
This man not only powerless, he doesn't even want the power, he's just here to have a good time and if you say they can't, then sorry kiddo
You canât tell me that he doesnât bring up becoming a family prank channel at least once a week
LOVES bragging to everyone else about his kidâs achievements, cannot shut up about them to anyone in a 5 foot radius tbh
His kids definitely talk to him about everything, which is great because he is SO nosy.
Has a list of all their best friends, enemies, and crushes at school somewhere on his notes app for future reference when they come to him for advice
Joshua
The REAL practical joke dad, admittedly made them cry a few times when they were younger and felt really bad about it
Perfect sweet husband and father in image, all of his kids know heâs actually lame af
Dominates the summer barbeques, UNDISPUTED GRILLMASTER
Super dependable, will drop everything if his family needs him and never goes back on his word
Gives surprisingly good fashion advice
Jun
Definitely walks around the neighborhood with his baby in a sling carrier strapped to his front, POINTS AT EVERYTHING OF INTEREST
When they start learning how to speak he adopts all his babyâs weird mannerisms (it started off as a cute joke but then realized he couldnât stop)
Cries at every baby milestone until theyâre like 10
Will not stop bringing up embarrassing childhood moments, especially in front of their kidsâ friends/significant others
Cuts fruit for them instead of apologizing
Hoshi
Will fully ally himself with his kids
Like legit would do anything for them. ANYTHING.
Iâm talking borderline go to his kid's school to beat up their hypothetical bullies himself sort of dad
The kids can always count on him to say yes if you say no
Absolutely DEVASTATED when they grow out of the tiger stuff he buys for them and become angsty teens
âWhat do you mean tigers arenât cool? Do you not love your old man anymore?â
Wonwoo
Quiet doting dad
Definitely more affectionate when the kids are younger but gets into the awkward advice-giving stage when they grow up
LAME DAD JOKES GALORE, groaning is a regular activity in this household
Tries to google basic algebra every time his kids ask for help on math homework because he doesnât want to admit he forgot everything
Chaotic af unsupervised. âGuess weâre having pizza again tonight kiddosâ kinda dad because he cannot and should not cook
Jihoon
Another quiet dad, but make it savage
I feel like he would just love roasting his kids (affectionately of course)
And always overwhelmingly acts of service so his kids know they are loved
Allowance randomly appearing under their pillow, their favorite foods magically stocked in the fridge, always relenting to one last bedtime story no matter how tired he is
Would let you have final say but he makes it really clear heâs on their side and empathizes with them but its out of his hands
âNext time just donât get caught, okay?â *winks*
Minghao
Loves loves loves just spending time with his babies
Doesnât matter what heâs doing he just wants to be in the same room as them or cuddling and holding them
Emphasizes equality in your relationship so his kids can grow up with those values and learn to respect others
TURNS EVERYTHING INTO A LIFE LESSON OH MY GOD
Doesnât believe in allowances but will cave and literally buy them anything they want if they ask
Would rather die than miss any important event (competition, speech, recital, talent show, graduation, etc.)
Mingyu
Absolute super dad, what canât he do? Nonstop home improvement projects, cooks anything his kids are craving, offers to drive everyone everywhere
But also the whiniest dad ever lol constantly complains about people âruining his systemâ
Absolutely FUCKS at the school bake sales, earns them twice the target fundraiser amounts because he's dilf material and knows how to get the moms to spill their pockets
Likes to have the final say, but youâre both usually on the same page in regards to discipline so his kids arenât getting away with anything
Just the most supportive dad in the universe, the kids learn to never take him for granted
Seokmin
You already know his kids are gonna be spoiled rotten. He will be the favorite parent by default sorry I don't make the rules!!
His arms are the very definition of a safe space
Leaves all the discipline to you because he cannot keep a straight face when delivering a lecture (one time he made them cry and also ended up crying because he felt so bad)
Does so much embarrassing shit just to cheer his kids up when they have a bad day, acts surprised when they tell him he's cringe
Such a pushover that they are probably gonna make fun of him when they're older, but that's okay because they know there's no universe in which their dad will stop loving them
Seungkwan
As long as he can pick them up still, his kids are never on the ground for too long
Two words: SPORTS. DAD.
He could practically captain the cheerleading teams at their school with how many events he's been to
Knows all of his kidsâ friends parents, they all get together and have coffee once a month actually
Nags nonstop and complains about everything he has to do for them, but is always diligent and does it without question
Gets so pouty when they start getting embarrassed to show affection, he WILL get his cheek kisses if it's the last thing he does!!
Vernon
Chillest dad in existence?!?
Literally as long as his kids are safe he doesn't give a single fuuuuckkk
âSleepover? Yeah, call me when you're done and I'll pick you up.â
He WILL argue with you if he doesn't think there's a good reason to say no to them
So cute and encouraging to all their weird hobbies and phases throughout the years. âLemme seeâ and âReally? Show meâ are regular phrases in his vocabulary
His kids are definitely gonna inherit his legendary facial expressions afnngjdg
Chan
Super affectionate and doting, but also quite strict with them at times
âI just want the best for you, I want to see you succeedâ
HAS A PHOTO OF THEM READY AT ANY TIME, lockscreen is a different shot of his kids every day and is eager to show it off even if no one asked
Not so subtly signs his kid up for dance lessons
Just the most encouraging dad ever, makes sure that they know making mistakes are a part of life and that he will always love them no matter what
#seventeen imagines#seventeen scenarios#seventeen headcanons#seventeen x reader#seventeen fluff#i read some of these to my friends and they pointed out how aggressively american some of these were LOL
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THE CARâS OUTSIDE âč · YJW ìì ì WORK OF FICTION
đŻïž âââ đČou and jungwon have been stuck by the hip ever since kindergarten . heâd help you build your dollhouse , you taught him how to ride a bike . you were each others first kiss , you stood up to his bullies , he comforted you when you got hurt. â đđȘœ â đŒo who could blame you when his dimpled smile and sparkly eyes got to your heart , making you feel unexplainable flutters one summer of middle school . you chalked it up to teenage hormones . but you couldnât deny the unexplainable pain when he suddenly started to drift apart from you and set his eyes on new girls ... a new reputation that left your heart in pieces in stead ᶻ đ đ° đș
GENRE. fluff, angst, childhood best friends au, high school au, written series, mid-length works.
PđIRING. childhood bestfriend!yang jungwon x fem!reader, player!jungwon x classmate!reader, friends to strangers / enemies to lovers, sullyoon from nmixx + other female characters ( brief flings )
WARNING ŚÂ Ś
' . jungwon and reader as kids playing around. jungwon becoming distant and meaner in highschool. player relationships, swearing, partying, drinking ( of age ), kissing, familial death, crying, jungwon shit-talk.
đ„ FEATURING! jay & heeseung ìíìŽí! sullyoon of NMIXX đŻïž ILLIT YUNAH ( AESPA ) ningning and karina. the boyz sunwoo le sserafim chaewon. RICKY ZB1
DISCLAIMER this story is completely fictional, character portrayal is not based on the idols in real life. for the sake of this story, all the characters are the same age.
OOO. âȘ PRELUDE â« â YOUâRE MY BEST FRIEND, I LOVE YOU FOREVER. â âââ best friend, never young forever. ( teaser! )
OO1. âȘ CHAPTER â« â LOViNâ FROM AFAR. â âââ ìšêČšì§ ë§ì. â you keep trying to get him out of your head, but why do you still like him after he turned sour. jungwon keeps trying to get away from you, but why are you sticking so sweet?
OO2. âȘ CHAPTER â« â FOUR WALLS. â âââ ëčì°í ì„ì â jungwon hates how familiar he feels in your room, he hates the comfort and your presence. he hates how you fit into his arms so right. he hates how his body yearns for your touch.
OO3. âȘ CHAPTER â« â CLOSE THE WINDOWS. â âââ ëŽìë ë§ì. â you hate how easily you fall. you want his attention at any time. even when it hurts so bad when he reminds you his heart is closed off, and worse, itâs only closed for you.
âȘ BUNNY TALK â« been planning this for a while â so excited to release it finally ^^ this song makes me cry every time, I swear and it reminds me of all the angsty jungwon fics I read in 2021 - 2022 TT that era of won also makes me cry.. enough of my yaps, hope you enjoy guys!
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Creating The Mythology For Writing
This is the topic that @melda0m3 has request of me with the specific quote as: "How to write legends about gods? I have my whole god system and their basic lore, but can never figure out how to make legends and such"
So, following this advice post, I will only be talking about how to create legends for your established gods and I will not be talking about how to create gods.
Writing Legends
Legends, as defined by a quick google searchl, are a traditional story sometimes popularly regarded as historical but unauthenticated.
Legends are also classified as myths since myths are traditional stories that were meant to explain a physical or social phenomena.
For example, the "marriage" between Hades And Persephone was meant to explain seasons as Demeter(the goddess of harvest) destroyes all the plants when Persephone is in the underworld for six months.
Using the real-life reason for legends and myth exist can help provide a clearer, more concise, guideline to make use of.
Of course, your characters won't discuss every single legend within the story so you need to write the legends which will be noteworthy to the plot.
For example, you can highlight the mythology that explains why your characters have inhuman characteristics and why {SOMETHING} is happening.
However, mythology doesn't only exist around the natural. Legends are also weaved around battles, important individuals, and other such things.
This is due to the fact that legends are often the most influencial piece of propaganda within the world. Legends often serve to disparate certain communities within a conflict as failing to win the cover of God.
However, this propaganda also serves to paint certain individuals in an almost heavenly light where their ability to present themselves as a seemingly supernatural creature provides untold benefits for them. A real-life example of this is the Legend of King Arthur.
HOW IS IT APPLICABLE FOR YOU(Story Ideas) ?
Characters have a vested interest in making themselves appear better than they actually are. They may attempt to utilize legends in order to appear like they are God's favorite child.
Countries have a desire to always appear victorious and idealized. This can create it's own sort of reflection chamber where exaggerate stories of grandeur can create a mutation of beliefs so profound that when your characters step outside of the country, reality is vastly different.
Gods are the most likely to manipulate legends to cast their enemies in an unlikeable light while portraying themselves as perfect. This can lead to a highly complicated hodge-podge of contradictory information.
I hope I did well by you @melda0m3 :)
#writing#writeblr#on writing#creative writing#writing advice#writers on tumblr#writers#writerscommunity#writers and poets#writers life#writer stuff#writer#author#amwriting#greek mythology#mythology and folklore#story ideas#writing inspiration
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A lapdog at a farm - chapter 3
AO3 link. <-former chapter - next chapter-> Call of duty. Explicit, 18+, minors do not interact. read the tags. wc:7k
Farmer!John Price x Hybrid!Reader, hybrid! Kyle Gaz Garrick x hybrid! Johnny Soap MacTavish x hybrid! Simon Ghost, John Price x Nikolai.
tags: Rape/non-con elements, dub-con, dog!hybrid!people being kept as pets, alternative universe - farm, dark, farmer!John Price, working-dogs, punishments, mating cycles/rut/heat (no omegaverse), the dove isn't dead but its dying, reader is a brat, knotting, animal tails and ears, mentions of trauma, violence, angst, hurt/comfort, collars, rough sex, breeding kink, biting, threesome, foursome, everyone is fucking your honor, enemies to lovers, chubby reader, reader has a pussy
Author's note: hi sinners <33 this chapter was a fight bc i was unsure of what way to go with certain things and bc of so much going on in my real life. you know the deal w reader by now, otherwse go read part 1 or 2. This chapter was supposed to be longer but I decided to cut it, since it was already at 7k words. while i do have a humiliation kink, being mean to me, and saying i need to hurry up won't make me hurry up btw.<33 at least pay me. also i have a ko-fi now, wink wink.<33
Also according to Google translate: âona delayet eto kazhdoye utro?â=âdoes she do this every morning?
The familiar scent of home sept into your nostrils as your face was pressed against the couch, the faint scent of the cigar smoke and of Nikolai added to the mixture. He had done nothing but push your skirt up, just like John had done earlier today, then pulled your panties down - contrary to Johnâs touch earlier, Nikolaiâs hands were gentle, rough palms running over the skin of your ass, almost tenderly pushing your tail out of the way.
âSuch a beautiful ass,â Nikolai all but purred, John chuckling from his chair, while you tried bending your back a little more, to show off your pussy as well, your tail touching your back a little, âso desperate, Lapochkaâ
âShe is like that all the time,â John just casually commented, almost sounding proud and you hid your face a little more in the couch as Nikolai grabbed the fat of your ass and spread your cheeks, exposing your holes.
âCute cunt,â Nikolai commented, almost if you were a piece of art that he was methodically going through, one of his hands moving to swipe a finger over said cunt, just along your lips, making your entire body shiver - until his finger continued up to your asshole, playing along the rim for a moment, âcute asshole too. You play with that?â
âNot often tha' she lets me,â John casually explained while you whimpered at the feeling; you werenât really the biggest fan of anal sex, though you didnât mind it. You would just rather have your pussy fucked, rather than your ass.
âFuck me, pleasee,â You whined, hoping to distract him and Nikolai just laughed, fingers going down to run along your pussy again.
Maybe, if he was this easy to convince to fuck you, he wouldnât be too bad to have around. As long as he didnât try to âtrainâ you or anything like that.
Your mind turned off when he finally pushed two fingers into your cunt. The sudden intrusion burned for a moment, but it was essentially nothing and forgotten just a moment later. His fingers were thick, only slightly thicker than Johnâs, but the man hadnât taken off the rings on said fingers. The metal was cold against your inside, not that you really minded.
Another finger was added and you felt your tail wag a little again â the stretch was nice, the fingers and the cold metal felt so perfect, especially as Nikolai curled them a little.
The delighted bark that left you from his touch was unexpected for the both of you, but Nikolai seemed to like it, given his repeated attack at just that spot. It made sounds leave you without your consent, your tail wag a little harder, the men laughed; honestly you didnât give a fuck, too busy chasing your own pleasure.
When Nikolai pulled his fingers out, you didnât even attempt to hold back your displeased sound - though it was quickly replaced by an impatient yap, as you heard him zip down his pants.
It had been a while since anyone but John had fucked you. You had grown accustomed to the feel of him inside you, on your tongue, in your hands. The weight, the shape, the length. The way his pubic hair that was nicely kept but still there, would tickle your own - the way his hairy chest and stomach would press against your back.
So when the head of Nikolaiâs cock nudged its way into your cunt, your toes curled in excitement. He was a little thicker than Price, but nothing you couldnât take, the Russian man behind you groaning out some words you couldnât understand.Â
He wasnât as long as your owner but it felt like his cock curled upwards a little, making a shiver go up your spine, a small mewl leaving you.
While John would have taken his time, making sure you were fully stretched and feeling good, doing just as he knew you liked, Nikolai once again was an opposite to him. As soon as he was fully inside you, curls tickling your cunt, he held onto you - then pulled back and thrusted hard into you, giving you no option to get used to his cock or to get ready.
Taking you, opposite to Johnâs familiar loving you. It wasnât that John was never rough, he was, but without your deeper connection to Nikolai it felt dirtier. But John was right there, watching you.Â
Watching how his crush was fucking you hard. You were the center of attention, just like you deserved.
Nikolaiâs hips and stomach hit your soft ass in a harsh rhythm, his fingers gripping onto what John lovingly called your âlove handlesâ, using them to pull you back on his cock. Your mouth was open as you panted in between your loud moans, your sounds accompanied by Nikolaiâs deep grunts, the slapping sounds of your bodies colliding -Â as well as the wet sound of his cock thrusting into your dripping pussy. You were pretty sure you could hear John jerk off as well.
Your fingers desperately tried to grip onto the fabric of the couch, but you were pushed further and further up, ending up pressing your hands against the armrest, so as to not slam into it.
Closer and closer to the edge, Nikolaiâs cock hitting that sweet spot inside you, making your toes curl as the man moaned out words you didnât understand. You mewled out words yourself, mind lost in the pleasure - until it was ripped from you.
An almost furious wail left you as your orgasm was so rudely ripped from you, Nikolaiâs cock pulled out, you turned your head as you whined; watching him aggressively strip his cock, dark eyes on you, an almost manic grin on his face.
That asshole knew he had just stopped you from coming.
He slapped one of your asscheeks hard, making you wail again - then he came on your ass, moaning as he got it on your skirt and panties too.
âNggh,â Your mouth wasnât cooperating with your mind right now, even as you watched Nikolai wink at you, before he tapped his dick on your asscheek a last time - and then dared to fucking pull up his boxers. Your eyes flickered over to look at John, who had just come as well. That well-known, blissed out smile on his face from when he had a really good orgasm.
âNoo,â you whined, managing to push yourself up on your elbows, body tingling as you looked back at Nikolai, âplease - touch me, lemme comâ, please pleaââ
âNet, Lapochka,â the man all but crooned down at you, even daring to pull up your panties, dragging the fabric through the mess of cum he had just created, âYou misbehave earlier.â
âI didnât, no no,â you sat up even more, your body feeling it was on fire from the missing euphoria, âI didnât, I was good.â
âWas not.â Nikolai raised an eyebrow as he argued back at you, tipping his head to the side, clearly not looking like he was going to budge.Â
So you looked over at who you knew you could always trust.
Except Price had closed up his pants as well, taking another drag of the cigar, before he shook his head.
âYou werenât exactly nice,â he pointed out, voice calm from the orgasm like that traitor he was, âthrew a tantrum when you got into the house as well.â
âYou canât do this,â you whined, pressing your thighs together, before sitting up, on your knees âI wanna come, master!â Using your best cards, knowing John got weak when you called him that. And you saw it, you saw the way his fingers tightened around the cigar. But he still shook his head.
âNikolai said no. I said no. Accept it.â He said it so casually, like it was something you were supposed to be used to. A growl left you at his words, Nikolai giving your collar a little tug.Â
âDonât be like that, puppy,â he mused, sounding delighted with the entire situation, âYou will survive.â
How dared they? Leaving you like this? You deserved much better!
You growled at Nikolai who just let out a pleased hum at it, giving one of your ears a little tug.
âYouâre being mean - John,â you escaped the couch and Nikolai, instead going to your master, getting on your knees and crawling in between his spread legs, watching him with pleading eyes, âIâll be good, I just need to come, then Iâll be good, I swear.â
His lips pursed for a moment, eyebrows dropping a little. He was considering it and you nuzzled against his pant leg, fluttering your eyelashes at him, hoping Nikolai hadnât already poisoned his mind too much.
âPleaseeee,â you begged in soft whine, âIâll be good.â
âNet,â Nikolai rudely interrupted and you almost felt proud of the fact that you didnât shoot him a mean look, instead keeping your gaze at John.
âNik,â John started and you recognised the tone of his voice, the one he always had when giving into you; the one you knew to chase, to catch onto and clamp down onto. So you blinked innocently up at him again, letting out a pathetic little whimper, pursing your lips. Ready to cry, if that was what he needed to see. Your pussy was almost in pain with need and it wasnât the same with your own hand.
âNo,â Nikolai repeated, a little harder this time, âshe is too spoiled. You said that yourself, my friend.â
The signs of when he would usually gave in disappeared and holy fuck, you wanted to gnaw off Nikolaiâs dick that exact moment.
âButââ you didnât get any further before John just shook his head, once again turning you down.
âNope. Nik is right. You heard him.â
âSo you hate me now,â you whimpered out, perhaps a tad dramatically, but god you were so turned on it hurt.
âPlease, puppy,â Nikolai answered before grabbing you by the collar and pulling you backwards, away from your owner, âyou are not getting to come. It is punishment for not behaving.â
You cried, cried actual tears but it didnât help. In fact, it somehow made it worse, which it usually didnât. You couldnât help the sad howling sound as you were left, no, abandoned, by the men, the fingerprint lock making escaping the dog crate close to impossible. Touching yourself then felt pointless.
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They entered your house, your home, your territory. Sure you wanted to leave this farm any moment, willing to grab onto any chance to get John to move back to the city - but still. Three big, dirty and stinking hounds shouldnât be allowed inside this farmhouse.Â
You had finally been let out of the crate after a little over an hour and now, barely two hours later, another punishment was forced upon you. You just stared at the three hybrids with an angry look as they passed you, where you sat in the living room in one of your many fluffy dog beds. Making no movement to greet them or offer help with anything.
The Scotâs tail wagged at the sight of you, grinning at you and yeah, you knew you were hot - but that dog needed to mind his own business. You just huffed at him and looked away. Laswell was helping in the kitchen, while Nik and Price helped show the pack where the different shower supplies were, as well as where they could find clean clothes.
âYou have to get used to them, you know,â Laswell said, looking down at her phone, standing in the doorway, âdo you know where the paprika is?â
âNo I wonât,â you answered stubbornly, âand itâs in the kitchen cabinet next to the fridge.âÂ
Laswell disappeared again.
âTheyâre probably going to use your brushes on their tails, you know,â she added from the kitchen, the words making you whine out loud and almost gag.
Disgusting. You didnât like the idea of other hybrids using your brushes. You would have to ask John for some new ones, that shouldnât be too hard⊠and maybe do it when Nikolai wasnât listening. That man seemed to bring problems.
Even though John and Nikolai found your anger amusing as they returned, you still followed them into the kitchen. They were definitely torturing you.
âYou could just sell them again,â you muttered, watching John take over from Laswell with the potatoes that were being roasted.
âYou do not give up, no?â Nikolai teased, giving you a couple of pats on the head.
âNo - and are we feeding a bloody army?â Yes, you were upset about several things and now the amount of dishes they were making was added to the list. They should be making those only for you, not from the men who were probably using your nice, expensive soaps and brushes.Â
âWeâre three more than usual,â John pointed out, fishing out a piece of potato, taking a bite of it with a hum - before throwing the piece at you. You caught it with your mouth, easily, Nikolai making a small cheering sound that made your tail wag.
âFile said food aggression,â Nikolai added as he put down some dishes on the table, âwe need enough.â
âBesides, donât you remember the food at the auction house?â John asked, eyes still on the pan.
You let out a small huff. You did. It hadnât been anything to write home about and being reminded almost made you feel bad for them⊠almost. At least you were still the one living inside. So⊠technically John loved you the most. Right. Even if you wanted a tiny house now as well.Â
âYouâre up to no good,â Laswell commented as she passed you with some vegetables, that made your tail wag from the mere smell, âgo sit down and attempt to behave.
âI always behave,â you answered, barely looking at her, knowing she was just rolling her eyes - ignoring her âsure.â as well.
They did indeed have nice and brushed through tails when they appeared not too long after. They looked much cleaner, their new clothes helping them as well. They didnât stink of sweat and auction anymore, which was a good thing you supposed.
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Dinner was tense. You sat at the opposite end, quite purposefully, while John and Nikolai tried to keep the men from fighting everyone over the food. Laswell was watching over the entire thing like a hawk and if you had to growl back at one of them, just because you wanted more sauce, you were going to throw a tantrum. Perhaps this would be another sign for Price to ship them back. Nikolai on the other end, was harder to ship back to the auction.Â
He in fact seemed to press his way in everywhere.
Despite having an endless amount of beds and nice places to sleep, you plopped down on Johnâs bed, on the right side. Your side.
Usually you would cuddle up next to him once he decided to go to bed after getting all the animals inside. It took a little longer tonight since he had three new hybrids following together with Nikolai, so you were asleep once John returned.
A displeased grumble left you as a hand patted your ass a couple of times before giving you a push.Â
âMove, sweetheart.â You grunted, knowing he could fit with the space left - so you made no move to make more space.
âI cannot sleep on top of you,â you opened your eyes at the voice, before slowly looking over your shoulder, squinting angrily at the owner of it. Nikolai was wearing nothing but boxers and a white undershirt, gold chain still on, like a walking stereotype.
You were not giving up your space in Johnâs bed. It might as well be yours and John's bed.Â
âGo sleep in the guest room,â you answered grumpily, not moving an inch as Nikolai laughed.
âPrincess,â John sounded slightly tired, âbe nice.â
âItâs two doors down,â you still looked at Nikolai, not even attempting to sound any nicer, âIâm sure you can find it.âÂ
Bloody asshole laughed again. So, they were smooching. Fucking wonderful. Great. Just what you needed. Another man to annoy you.
Before you could do anything, a familiar hand took a hold of your ankle and pulled you down the bed, making you yelp.
âSleep in the foot end or go to your room,â John demanded before getting into his own usual spot - that fucking traitor. While Nikolai moved to lay down in your spot.
âMeanie,â you grumbled, but still settled at the foot end, growling lightly as you stole one of the blankets hanging over the bed frame at the end. You werenât going to sleep alone - you needed the sound of Johnâs snoring.
âItâs a sin to sleep together when not married,â you argued instead, pulling the blanket over you, turning your back to the men who just chuckled.
Nikolai gave you a little push with his foot in retaliation.
âAs if you care about Christianity, slut,â he mused, making you grumble again. But you didnât answer because you truly didnât give a shit about it.
You definitely werenât jealous at the sound of them kissing each other. Your traitorous tail definitely didnât wag a little.
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When you woke up, you were curled in between their legs, body hair ticking your chin. You yawned softly, stretching your legs a little before wetting your lips. Both men were snoring. Johnâs leg was in between yours, his shin close to your crotch. You looked over at the clock.
5:43 AM. They wouldnât have to get up before 6 AM; which meant you had time for fun. You tail was wagging, thumping a little against Nikolaiâs leg, who grunted, giving it a seat - which you ignored, getting up on your hands and knees before crawling beneath Johnâs blanket.
You took in the scent of his musk, rubbing your face a little against his morning wood, your mouth already salivating like a good dog.
Because you were a good dog. The best. It just seemed like your owner had forgotten, so you needed to remind him. You could do that.
You pulled his boxers down slightly, only to free his cock. Licking his balls a little, taking in the taste of sweat and musk, his familiar pubic hair greeting you, before you licked a stripe up his length. John was stirring and Nikolai had stopped snoring. Your focus was on your owner for now however - Nikolai could get himself off, he had taken your sleeping spot after all.
You took the head of his cock in your mouth; it was hot beneath the covers but you didnât mind, letting his cock slide further into your mouth, using one hand to pull back his foreskin. A groan left your owner and as you let the familiar weight of his cock, further down your throat. You felt him stir - then a hand slid beneath the cover, to rest on your head, nuzzling your ears a little.
âWell, good mârning to you, princess,â his voice was rough, a little dry sounding and it went straight to your pussy, your tail trying to wag beneath the covers. Even from beneath the covers you could hear Nikolaiâs muffled chuckle.
âOna delayet eto kazhdoye utro?â You pretended the slightly muted words that you didnât understand didnât turn you on as well; Nikolai apparently had a wonderful morning voice as well.
A moan left Price as you slurped noisily around his cock, spit dripping down his balls as you sucked him a little deeper, moving your tongue. By now you could take his cock without problem most days.
âNot always - ah,â John managed to answer whatever Nikolai asked about, his hand moving to rest on the back of your head, holding your head down as he began thrusting into your mouth. A wet gurgle left you beneath the covers, air warm in your nostrils as he used you, cock forcing its way into your throat repeatedly. With darkness and the smell of John, his hand on your head, everything was normal for a moment. Just like you liked it.
The cover that hid you from the world was gently peeled away, exposing your face to the low light of the night lamp in the otherwise dark room. A tired looking John with heated cheeks and a slightly open mouth was watching you. His hair was a little messy and he needed a shave, but to you he was perfect.
He used you, fucking into your throat lazily, his moans so low they sounded like humming. His pleasure was above yours and for once you didnât mind; you liked how he was the one who decided the pace, how much you were allowed to breathe. He could hold you down, face almost pressed into his lower stomach and there would be nothing you could do about it - there was nothing you wanted to do about it. Even though the idiot, Nikolai, was in the bed, it was a nice moment⊠Especially with how your owner looked as he tipped his head back a little, forcing his cock even deeper so hard that you almost gagged; his eyelashes kissing his red cheeks, breathing hard as he came into your throat, Nikolai whispering words you didnât understand.
When you were finally allowed to pull off, you gasped for air, drool and spit dripping from your mouth - resting against Johnâs hairy thigh, as you caught your breath. Tail still wagging.
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Apparently the dinner last night had been enough of an experience for John and Nikolai, that they had decided that letting the hybrids eat on their own at first was the easiest, so that they could be sent out again.Â
The three brutes were once again let into your house - sure, it wasnât your favorite place in the world, but the moment the three of them got inside, you suddenly loved it a bunch more - dragging along the scent of sweat and wet earth, all their eyes on you at first, then the food. Their body language was wary but not angry, their tails carefully wagging.
Freshly collected eggs, bacon, beans, whole grain bread, yogurt and fruits. Had it been served on a fancy plate in a cafe in the city, you would have loved it. But as you watched them, you despised it.
They ate like, well⊠dogs. It was nasty to look at and the sight made your nose scrunch as you stood, halfway hidden behind John as he was making more fried for the rest of you.
Ghost, Gaz and Soap had gotten each their own plate this time and it seemed to help on some of the aggression as well - you had listened to Nikolai and John discuss what to give them and how much and how to keep them from trying to take the whole dish, before the hybrid men came inside.Â
Their tails were wagging and there were pleased sounds coming from them that bordered on improper. Everything you had been taught was bad manners through years of training? They were doing that, seemingly not caring about any kind of etiquette. Much to your annoyance however, John didnât seem to be bothered and Nikolai seemed more interested in making food for the rest of you.Â
Were you the only one who could see and hear how they chewed with their mouths open, ate too quickly and all messily, talking with food in their mouths?Â
You were far from a small person, but as John pushed you aside and exposed the rest of you, so that he could grab something and you felt the three hybridsâ gazes on you, you suddenly felt small.
Ghost was drinking water and though he wasnât looking away from you, he mostly seemed annoyed with your presence - while Soap was chewing on a piece of bacon rather lazily, a little spit dripping from his lip, more focused on you than the food. As if it was you he wanted to eat. Whether it was in a threatening manner or an attempt at a sexual one, you didnât know - no matter what, you didnât like either option.Â
Gaz though, was looking at you through his lashes, licking the last of his little bowl with yogurt clean, with loud, slurp-like sounds; his red tongue caught the last of the white substance on the edge of the bowl. Giving it a couple more slow licks while keeping eye contact with you, a pleased rumble leaving him. Improper and loud, not even attempting to hide the sexual undertones.Â
They all looked at you, as if you were their dessert; hadnât it been for you keeping the two men in between, they would probably have tried to eat you by now.
Brutes. Couple of knotted idiots. Horny bastards. Should be sent back to the military, sooner rather than later.
âGonâ join us outside, lass?â Soap asked with a smirk on his stupid face, not even trying to be discrete in any way, the sound of several tails hitting chair legs not going unnoticed by you, even if you did your best to ignore it.
You growled at him, really all of them, before almost spitting out a ânoâ, nuzzling closer to John once more, pretending your tail wasnât in between your legs. Your soft silk bathrobe at least hid some of your body.
âDonât be snide, dove,â Ghost crooned, much more darkly, the scars around his mouth not helping him look one bit kinder even as he smiled a little, his ears tipped towards you, âhavenât even introduced yourself to us. Impolite, innit?â
âFuck off,â you snapped back, still using John as a shield, even as the man muttered a âbehave,â next to you; Nikolai only laughing with delight, giving your head a pat as he passed you to collect more plates.
âYou can all play later,â John said too casually for your liking and he even just ignored your growling, continuing, âOut with your lot now, go get changed or something - Nik and I will be out soon, Laswell will probably join us.â
You dared to cast a last glance at Gaz; the Belgian Malinois and German Shepherd mix hybrid looked right back at you as he slowly licked a stray drop of yogurt from beneath his bottom lip. Once again you were unsure whether the sight turned you on or frightened you.
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âNo,â you crossed your arms, defiantly looking at John with crossed arms, â I will not.â
âPrincess,â he looked at you with an almost tired expression, âhe didnât bring his phone.â
âToo bad for him,â you answered, not making any movement to even get ready to go outside, âIf I go outside Iâll die. If not from your stupid hounds, then the horses will trample me to death and the geese will eat me.â
Price snorted, but he didnât give up - because 30 seconds later you were pushed out of the door with a yelp, barely managing to keep on your feet; then shoes and a jacket followed, tumbling around you as you looked at your owner who just gave a nod towards one of the fields.Â
âPhone is in the pocket. Theyâre that way.â Then the door was slammed and as you heard the locks, you let out a little whimpery howl. A worker who passed near the barns laughed and you flipped them off, before putting on the shoes. It was a pair of Johnâs Wellington boots, which were too big on you - but you didnât own any yourself, having straight up refused the idea of even going near tall, wet grass. At least he had given you one of his coats as well, which was warm. It couldnât close because of your chest, but it was better than nothing.
The things you did for that man. You were better than this.
At least that was what you told yourself as you tramped across the gravel driveway, towards the direction John had shown.
While the boots were too big, they saved you from the dew of the grass that the sun hadnât reached yet, even if they slowed you down.
The sun hadnât quite gotten far up enough, so it was a little cold in your jeans and crop-top that John had dressed you in earlier. The top was white, with pink borders and said good girl across your chest, which he had caressed for a few moments and told you to live up too.
Easy for him to say.
âMy my, whatâcha doinâ out here, princess?â You didnât like how you jumped at the voice and sudden appearance of the hybrid next to you, immediately growling at him. Gaz didnât look one bit apologetic about it, his eyes almost shining with glee, tail wagging, grinning so widely that his fangs were exposed.
âFuck off -â you snapped, stepping away from him before continuing to walk, âIâm looking for Nikolai.â
âAaww, donât be like that, puppy,â he continued, following you closely, even daring to get close to sniff at your neck! the nerve!
You growled and snapped at him, Gaz managing to pull his face back in time, but with a fucking laughter leaving him.
âThose teeth isnât goinâ to hurt anyone, baby!â he pointed out smugly, following you as you walked again, increasing your pace, âYouâre really just a little lapdog, huh? So weak.â
âI told you to fuck off.â
Gaz didnât care, snickering and following along with you instead, like a hungry wolf, knowing the lamb would be vulnerable and tired soon; ready to sink its teeth into the lambâs throat and rip it apart. You had no plans of letting any of the hounds get to you.
You snapped after him a couple of more times, hiding your excitement when you saw Nikolai, hoping that the man would get this mutt off your back.
âYou could be nicer, you know,â Gaz cooed, hands in his pockets, walking backwards in front of you, his tall ears tipped towards you, tail wagging behind him, âjust because you are a bitch, you donât have to behave like one.âÂ
You were going to strangle this motherfucking piece of shit and it was like Gaz could see it on you - tail wagging even faster.
âWhy donât you go fuck one of your stupid friends?â You asked, trying to ignore him even as anger simmered in your veins, curling around the fear of the bigger man, âitâs only a matter of time before Price sends ya â back anyways!â
âOh we both know thatâs not happening, sweetheart,â he answered, voice going a little darker, licking his lips slowly. âOur owner said it himself, didnât he? Too much to handle for him. Maybe you just need a good knot, hm?â
âLet me know when you find one,â you snapped back, relieved that Nikolai was right there, watching over Soap herding some sheep, âbecause none of your sad mutt dicks are coming near me.â
âPuppy - What brings you outside? Too lonely?â You could have slapped Nikolai or maybe bitten him, as he asked the questions with amusement in his loud voice; both Ghost and Soap instantly gave all their attention to you, staring you down. Had the situation been different, you would have bathed in that attention. Yet you felt fear go through your body at this point, even as you tried to hide it.
âNo,â you grumbled at Nikolai, as a sweaty looking, tail-wagging Soap stepped towards your sudden little group, âyou forgot this.â
âAh, Spasibo,â Nikolai took the phone with an almost sheepish look, âI always forget. John finished paperwork, da?â
âHello, bonnie lass,â Soap whispered as he passed you, a tad too close for your liking, hand running along your lower back, making you growl low, before focusing back on Nikolai. He stank of sweat and sheep. His tail wagging, blue eyes watching you intently.
âHe isnât, heâs waiting for a phone call. Something about problems with the tractorâs mechanic.â
âI am better than mechanic,â Nikolai argued, furrowing his brow, as if you were saying the opposite and not just the messenger, âIâll go back. You boys can hang around with her.â
âNononono-â you argued, instantly following Nikolai as he began walking, sending the hybrids a mean glance, over your shoulders as a warning, âIâm not hanginâ out with these hounds.â
âawww, dove, donât say that,â Ghost crooned, the bigger breed appearing behind you, following you closely, his footsteps heavier than yours, âwe have to get to know each other, baby.â
âNo we donât.â
âDid you not socialize in the city, pretty?â Gaz asked, following on your right side, Nikolai still in front of you, not joining the conversation but no doubt listening along, âor were you too busy sucking cock?â
You snarled aggressively at him, ignoring Nikolaiâs chuckle in front of you.Â
âShut up,â you snarled at Gaz, who just winked back at you. They all wore outfits that seemed practical but comfortable, in stark contrast to your jeans and crop top, together with Johnâs jacket.
âDinnae take it personal, cuilean,â Soap tried to weave his way in between you and Nikolai, but you merely stepped around him, giving him a shove with your shoulder - earning whistles from the other two. Ignoring the annoyed snarl from Soap.
Gazâ hand slid out to hold onto your jacket, distracting you as he yanked you a little closer to him, âcâmon, we can show you a good time yeah? Donât you wanna learn some new things?â
âLike what? Being mindless beasts? No thanks.â
You managed to yank it free, but the moment you did, Ghost took a hold of it from the back.
âWe can be nice, you know.â He said, still a little playfulness in his voice, âwhen we want to.â
Once again you managed to yank the jacket free - only to almost stumble into Soap in front of you. The border collie hybrid was smirking and as you started walking to follow Nikolai, he started walking backwards, not taking his eyes off you.
âYeâve been angry every since we met, hen,â he continued, as if you hadnât already turned each of them down so far, âwe just wantae have fun - weâre not here to steal your master from you.â
âYour mere presence here proves that to be a lie,â you hissed back, stopping for a second, âI donât want you here! I was perfectly happy inâŠâ
It took you a second to realize but Nikolai was getting further away from you.
When you realized what was happening, it was too late; Soap had managed to create a space in between you and Nikolai, essentially herding you away from him. With Gaz on your right side and Ghost behind you, you had no other option than to bolt left, trying to catch up to Nikolai again or get into safety. Only, that was like throwing a bone to the wolves.
âcâmon bonnie,â Soapâs voice was louder, happier than before as he bolted after you. One glance at Nikolai proved to you that he wouldnât be of any help. In fact, that fucking traitor just continued walking towards the house.
You werenât supposed to be the prey here, you were supposed to be safe at the farm! All this bloody hell was because of this stupid farm!
Everything would be good if Price had just listened to you!!
The others were much faster, wearing proper working shoes instead of the ones you wore, that were too big, making it even harder to run. You werenât really a runner anyways. Nor a fighter, but in the big city, it hadnât been necessary. There, in the streets of London, you and John could wander without worry, the sounds of the city like an neverending soundtrack. There you could follow your owner in a nice tempo, without fearing being ripped apart by mutts like these, Soap snapping at you each time he got close. Purposefully guiding you once again, without you realizing before it was too late. It wasnât until you spotted the shed, or rather the little house, that Price had given them - and not you, which was bordering on abuse, wasnât it? - that you knew you were in trouble.
But despite your screaming, one boot falling off in the fighting and your desperate attempt to get away, it didnât matter; strong arms got a hold of you, snapping teeth and fingers on your tail and nape. Soon you were on the ground, even for just a moment and it was three against one; you were doomed to lose.
The screams echoed throughout the fields, in between the wheat and the fruit trees, but the world didnât stop spinning. In fact, it carried on, just like before. There was grass and dirt on your clothes, some of the dew wetting your exposed white shirt.
Nikolai out of sight, but you doubted the man would have helped you anyways. You couldnât even hear his steps in the gravel as he walked to the front door of the farm house, closing it after himself; dooming you to your fate.
Ghost had hoisted you over the shoulder, letting out a grunt as you almost instantly began hitting his back, managing to tug at his tail a couple of times. Despite hanging with your head upside down, Soap and Gazâs hands were still on you, tugging everywhere they could touch - until Ghost gave a sharp bark, from deep in his chest, that made you flinch.
It was almost like a wordless commando that the men instantly understood, dashing in front of Ghost to the shed, getting the door open while you tried twisting, almost hitting the doorframe, since it was barely big enough for the two of you, when you were on Ghostâs shoulder. Ghost didnât do anything but grunt and force you through even as you tried holding onto the frame, desperately screaming and howling. Wordless howls and the echoes of your ownerâs name didnât change anything as the shed swallowed up every sound, the door closing behind you.
âStop throwinâ a fit,â Simon grumbled before unceremoniously - and heartlessly, you might add - dumping you into their nest of mattresses, pillows and blankets. They hadnât even been here for long, yet it already stank of them.
You werenât even given a second to catch your breath before Gaz was pulling off Johnâs shoes from your feet, then his jacket, muttering about you getting their bed wet and dirty, like a naughty pup. He managed to avoid your bites, snapping at your fingers with his own teeth whenever you managed to get a hold of his ears - then Soap was upon you, fully distracting you from Gaz.
âThese tits,â the mutt declared happily, ignoring you as he pushed his face in between your breasts, pawing shamelessly at them, âpure perfection.â
âLet go of me,â you snapped, almost feeling horror go through your body as you pulled his head back by his mohawk; only for the man to moan like a whore. Your pants got pulled down to your knees by Gaz, a yelp leaving you, unsure of where to put your attention in order to escape.
Bloody bastards; strays, mutts, illegitimateâ
Soapâs hand was big as he suddenly and easily grabbed your throat, a tight grip around your pretty collar. Pressing you down into the mattress, cutting off your air for a moment, stunning you - while your hands went to dig your nails into his forearm, his skin saved by his shirt, he forced himself in between your legs; strong hands grabbed your wrists and Gaz pulled your hands over your head, while Soap tugged on your jeans even more, your well kept tail stuck in the hole in the pants.Â
You were crying and writhing, Gazâs hands a little dry as they held onto your wrists, Soap freeing your bottom part. All while this was going on, Ghost just stared. Like an actual ghoul, standing a little from you, keeping an overview of the situation, leaving against the main door. Watched as the men began to humiliate you.
âPoor princess,â Gaz cooed, keeping your hand in tight grip, bending your fingers a little, trying to coax the claws out that wasnât there anymore, âdid Price declaw you?â
âNooo,â you whined, attempting to tug your hand free as he unsheathed his own claws, letting them dig into your skin a little, as if to prove that he still had them. They were a little sharp, but not much; probably sanded down a little during their stay at the auction house.
âNo? Nah youâre right, sweet sir wouldnât do that to his favorite slutty princess, would he?â
Soap hummed, forcing his fingers into your mouth, running them along your filed down canines, âguessing he dinnae do this either, eh?â
You gurgled around his thick, dirty fingers, while tears began to swell in your eyes, from the embarrassment⊠not to mention anger, from the pure assumption that Price would do that to you? âNah, ye are a pretty rescue, arenât ye?â
You bit down around his fingers; the bastard laughed, but still winced a little as he pulled them out again with a âbad puppy.â
âGet on with it, Soap,â Gaz urged, his tail thumping against the mattress, sending you a wink as you stared up at him, growling.
âLookâat this kitty,â the way Soap spoke made you blink away a few tears in confusion, while you wondered what the fuck he was talking about; then, as Gaz laughed like a dirty dog above you, you realized Soap was calling your pussy a kitty.
You growled, trying to raise a leg to kick him away, but his hands were on your thighs, forcing them apart; he was stronger than yourself and you were one against three. It would most likely end badly for you and as he unceremoniously mouthed at your panties, a loud whine left you.
âFuckinâ hell,â he growled, scraping his canines along the petty lace, âyer kitty smells divine.â
âDonât call it that,â your voice was a little weak and it almost came out in a sniffle.
âAww, dinnae worry, Iâm gonna make it purr, yeah?â
âYouâre so fucking nasty â shit!â
His tongue slid beneath the fabric, running along your pussy, making your brain shut down.
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~ Headcanons for twst characters playing Minecraft.
Another parts about:
Idia and Malleus!
Riddle and Leona!
Jade and Floyd!
[Azul]
Headcanon, what if Idia and Yuu somehow convinced Him to play minecraft, Azul...:
1) "Why are there cubes everywhere??? I donât understand anything...."
2) When he learns that monsters are appearing in the dark, he places two stacks of torches around himself in horror.
3) Crying from the physics of trees.
4) Will try to make a copy of Mostro in Minecraft.
5) He does not like to dig in mines and fight, but prefers to engage in agriculture, construction and trade.
6) He built his own village, with a complex hierarchy, its own economy and an underground mafia, where he keeps all the villagers under iron grip.
7) Every five minutes:
<Octo_businessman> fell from a high place.
<Octo_businessman> tried to swim in lava.
<Octo_businessman> was blown up by creeper.
<Octo_businessman> was drowned.
<Octo_businessman> starved to dead.
8) If one of the players hits or kills an squid in front of Him, He will take it as a personal insult.
9) The only one on the server who goes to bed on time and swears at everyone in the chat, because he cannot miss the night while others are awake.
10) Chief of food, armor and potions (Not for free, of course)...
11) Tries to negotiate with the pillagers.
12) Most likely, his house is either a clumsy box decorated with vines and blue flowers, or a huge penthouse with twenty rooms. There is no middle ground. Also, it seems to me that his house would be somewhere on the beach, or in the middle of the lake.
13) Drowned people are his worst enemies.
14) Makes secret chests with all sorts of treasures that he clearly does not intend to share.
15) Already dug up all the gold and ransacked all the treasuries, while the others fought with the ghasts and withers.
16) He comes into the game the least often, because âI actually have my fill of things to do.â
17) He is afraid of dolphins, because he personally knew real ones and knows that they are not the friendliest guys (No, seriously. Dolphins are assholes. Just Google it).
18) Terrible in PVP and always dies first.
19) He says that He doesnât care about griefers and considers their tricks to be childâs play, but in reality, he is very offended and complains to Yuu in PM on discord.
20) Likes to play in small groups of 2-3 people and does not like to play alone or with too many players.
(A SMALL UPDATE! Previously, this post was dedicated only to Azul, but I decided to make two characters for each post, for beauty, so I'll add another Lilia from the request here.)
[Lilia]
Lilia has been familiar with Minecraft since the game's inception:
1) "Ha-ha, I love adventures!"
2) Competes with Idia, who spends more time in the game and brazenly takes advantage of the fact that fairies do not need sleep as much as people (even the cursed).
3) Daddy's house is either a cave full of vegetation and bats, or there is none at all, since Lilia prefers to roam the entire server. Usually wanders the world on a fast black horse in leather armor painted green, but often runs on His own two feet.
4) He named His horse Samson.
5) He is constantly accompanied by bats.
6) During His adventures, Lily has found many interesting resources and items, and in order not to carry everything with Him, He makes ingenious warehouses with traps, which the entire server covets.
7) Sometimes takes other players on His campaigns. For example, Malleus, Sebek, Silver, Idia and Yuu.
8) Thunderstorm of PVP. Want to fight Him? Good luck.
9) Seriously... You will need luck VERY much.
10) His favorite biomes are forest ones. He hangs out especially often in Taiga and Tundra.
11) The second admin and dad of the server, who suggested Idia the idea of ââcreating a world for the rest of the Twst guys.
12) The most secretive player on the server after Idia. In most cases, He disappears somewhere far, far away, but occasionally, He can be found bargaining with other players, sitting in a tree, or on a campaign. He also likes to play pranks and make fun of other players.
13) For some reason, all the monsters in the area ignore Him, or quickly run away.
14) Collects records (He especially likes "Ward" and "Pigstep").
15) His favorite soundtracks from the game are "One More Day" and "Firebugs".
16) Lilia has already cleared out all the treasures, sunken ships and pyramids, and in order to further annoy other players, He usually leaves signs next to the empty chests saying âLilia Vanrouge was here :3â
17) Didnât go to the End because caught flashbacks because of the dragon.
18) Was the one who informed Malleus that a dragon egg cannot be hatched and raise a baby dragon, and without knowing it, he regrets it.
19) Helped Idia find suitable mods for hatching and taming the dragon :D
20) "Silver, bring Your old man a glass bottle of water..."
...And then He goes off to brew an invisibility potion so he can shoo away and banter other players around with an evil giggle.
If you like My post, please reblog Me! :3
Also, if You want a doodle and headcannons for some other twst character, I will be happy to answer Your requests. They are open :D
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âYandere Conceptâ
âąâ ăRyu Shi-Ohă ââą
ăThis is just my own concept but not the general and true view of the character as a yandere, although canonically he may or may not present these... behaviorsă
ăWarning â ïž: This may or may not contain Spoilers for the show in question, please do not read it if you have not yet seen the mentioned K-Drama. In addition, somewhat sensitive topics such as child abuse, drugs, mentions of sex and among others will be included.ă Postscript: There may or may not be spelling errors, misplaced character pronouns (I'm dyslexic) so I'm sorry for the inconvenience because this was written at night and I was sleepy, and I'm not a fan of English, so this might be bad.
A puppet of the Russian mafia, Ryu Shi-oh is ruthless and unscrupulous. Depending on how you have met him, he will treat you differently. He would most like a Darling who is as lively, positive and almost like the protagonist of the K-drama where he comes from.
ăâ Obsession:
Ryu Shi-oh will take quite a while to trust you, since he has the police and other enemies after his head. However, if you're the gentle type (if you go all in with this yandere, it would be best for both of you), he'll see you as his emotional refuge, the only source of light in his dark life, though that doesn't mean it won't take a little effort for him to be open to you. Despite his yandere tendencies, he feels a desperate need to protect that vulnerable part of himself by sometimes seeming distant (or perhaps he is at first).
Once he is aware of his feelings for you, then things will change (not much but at least he won't always be on guard with you). You will see him as shy, loving (in his own strange way). Of course, he will be somewhat slow in his feelings but VERY loyal once he is sure of them.
ăâ Obsessive Control:
Russian mafia upbringing has instilled in him either consciously or unconsciously, a need for absolute control and even to the point of violence. Ryu Shi-o monitors every move you make (that's only in his facet of having just met you), from his daily interactions to his friendships. Since if it's at the beginning of getting to know you, he wants to make sure there are no betrayals or double-crosses on your part.
On the other hand, if you've known each other for a while, then his vigilance will be more about getting to know you in depth since he is somewhat clumsy in interactions (other than about his work or murder). He will know everything about you, even things you may not even remember. What kind of flowers you like, X item you've been lusting after and so on.
ăâ Dark Gifts:
To express his love, Ryu Shi-oh tends to give you expensive and luxurious things (When he is getting to know you they are more like decoys) But then he gives you things that you might like, as I mentioned in the previous post, but often these carry a hint of double interactions (He stressed, Ryu Shi-oh doesn't trust people much, he has traumas.... Someone get this man some therapy for god's sake!!!).
ăâ Intense Jealousy:
The thought of losing you arouses a fierce rage in Ryu Shi-o. He can become possessive and jealous, going to extreme lengths to keep you tied to his side. His traumatic past contributes to his constant fear of being abandoned or betrayed, he horribly hates lies (This is Canon by the way, he said so himself).
Since he grew up in a precarious and horrible environment, his concepts of love are null to say the least.... he doesn't know anything about the real meaning beyond what is written in books or Google. So when his jealousy is present, he usually lashes out in anger because he doesn't understand or know how to handle his emotions well, that's why he is always stoic and avoids emotional contact with others.
He thinks at the beginning that these emotions are a weakness (because of his upbringing obviously) so you will understand his attitudes and actions at the beginning.
Back to the scenario (depending on whether you work for him or otherwise were Nam Soon's sister, so to speak). However it was, before and after he met you until he gained your trust, his jealousy is powerful and terrifying.
For example, if you deny him or are somewhat alien to his feelings (ahem! Nam soon) then Ryu Shi-oh may or may not threaten those you hold dear or end up killing the subject of his jealousy if provoked enough.
He may or may not send you videos of it, who knows, he's a fucking mafia-bred man.
ăâ Demonstrations of Power:
As CEO of Doogu, Ryu Shi-oh uses his influence and resources to protect you from his enemies, though also to investigate you, but often does so ruthlessly. He uses his position to eliminate any perceived threat (whether real or not, as in the case of being jealous), regardless of the consequences.
When it comes to, for example, demonstrating how happy you could be (excluding that he is a mobster and has a front business for the real thing, drugs) he can afford a whole restaurant for just the two of you or go on trips when he is not busy.
Also when it comes to dealing with you, depending on whether or not you agree to go out with him, he will use his resources. Either way you will end up with him (if you don't want innocent people hurt).
ăâ Hidden Insecurities:
Despite his confident facade, Ryu Shi-o harbors deep insecurities. Fearful that the reader will discover his dark side, he struggles not to show his vulnerability. This can manifest in moments of emotional self-isolation. More common when they are getting to know each other, refusing to accept their emotions more as a passing interest.
When he already falls for you, he refuses to see you leave him for someone else (Or when you don't want more than a friendship) He clings to the feeling you give him or your kindness/courtesy. He has never felt the comfort you give him, you treat him as human and not the tool the Russians used.
ăâ Future plans:
Although his methods are questionable, Ryu Shi-oh looks for love in you. He sees in that relationship an opportunity to find peace and redemption for the sins of his past, even if his actions may be morally ambiguous. He really is a yandere who would give everything for you, though of course after fulfilling his goals.
Since he has experimented on himself, his strength is inhuman and that may or may not lead to use on special occasions... special occasions. Going back to his plans with you,if you behave just by staying out of it, you will have a dream life.... On the other hand, if you are a treacherous liar like Nam Soon (Ryu's own words) Even if he loves and cherishes you, he won't go easy on you.
He will first take it out on your loved ones, then ruining your life until everyone forgets you even exist.... Only then he can stop being angry with you, he is cynical about it.
He will tell you: "But Honey! You did that to yourself... You shouldn't have betrayed me, I gave you everything, I trusted you with my secrets and you were a spoiled whore..... Accept the consequences, only then can we forgive each other."
ăâ Violence as a last resort:
Although he doesn't hesitate to resort to violence towards his subordinates (regarding the real drug business) He never uses it with you as he doesn't want you to see him as someone bad, he tries to keep it as a last resort (We already gave vast examples of which situations can lead him to that) The contradiction between his desire to protect and his ability to be brutal reflects the complexity of his character.
You will always see him as the suave and polite gentleman although distant in his interactions, but as you get to know him better he is just someone traumatized and hurt by his past (He doesn't justify his current actions but he explains why) He never touches a hair on your head if you treat him well (Ryu Shi-oh has the philosophy that his enemies he treats harshly and his allies worse or something similar, what do I know I am just a brat of 18 years old).
ăâ NSFW
ăâ This will be short, but having sex with Ryu Shi-oh is the most sensual thing you could imagine. I won't add much because I need to learn more about the character, well he likes to bite and scratch. He will be slow and very gentle with you when starting this, but when he gets excited like every man he loses his mind and you may or may not end up with whippings or broken bones given his superior strength (literally).
ăâ Ryu loves when you suck his cock or his neck, his favorite parts of your body are those where he can squeeze (female breasts or buttocks). He likes to suck your breasts and play with your neck. His cock is introduced slowly so when you are ready, he gives you everything he has.
ăâ In the end, you will end up tired but satisfied (Unless you have done wrong and Ryu is angry when making love, there it is not smooth and he could even take it out on you due to his jealousy) Afterwards, the care he gives you is soft and sensual, always apologizing for breaking some bones.
In general, having a yandere like him can be a double-edged sword. Ryu Shi-oh can be so kind or cruel depending on your reactions and treatment towards him. It's like swimming on nails, you have to watch where you're going or you'll end up getting hurt.
This is all independent of the K-drama "Nam soon Super Strong Girl" since it is merely my interpretation of this beautiful villain who, from my perspective, didn't deserve so much pain even though he brought it on himself in the end.
[For those anons who asked me for something, I promise that as soon as I get my ideas together I will start writing because I am a mess at this. I could barely do anything right with this yandere concept.]
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Martin is such a good foil to Jon in different ways throughout the whole show, but I'm particularly enjoying the way they contrast in these early episodes of s5
Specifically, the way Martin continues to be so... normal? In spite of everything.
For example, the way he insisted on bringing the maps and tea, and mocked what he anticipated Jon's flowery ominous response would be
The way he just falls into saying things a normal person would say if the world was normal, even if it isn't exactly true, like in the intro to 163
Also, the way he slipped so easily into a casual friendly banter with Helen in 164, which would not have sounded at all out of place at an office Christmas party pre-apocalypse
And I know in the latter example he's probably being strategic -better to have allies than enemies and all that. And there's probably an element of his time with the lonely in the way he's interacted with everyone/thing this season so far... (which I'll probably have some thoughts on once I get a little further into the series)
But- I still think thereâs an aspect here of Martin "Not big on change" Blackwood being this sort of living relic of the way the world once was. Subconsciously or consciously upholding the customs and patterns it once followed.
Meanwhile Jon serves an opposite purpose as the âpost apocalyptic googleâ exposition machine.
He knows exactly how different this new world is, and doesnât see a point in acting like itâs not.
and it just works so well especially in these first few episodes where Jon and Martin are our only real examples of how people not trapped in nightmares are coping with the world post change.
It's not only grounding for Jon as a character, but also for our journey though this world as a whole.
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a little fluff blurb for bladie from my google docs !! reader here is fem.
Blade almost took it personally when you failed to notice him.Â
His presence in your room certainly stands out. Everything about him contradicts the soft pastel colors, abundant flora, and cute finishing touches. Nothing in the universe aside from your kitchenette registers. You hum along with the song playing in your ears, waiting for your teaâs timer to go off.Â
He walked in when the countdown read five minutes. Presently, itâs at two.Â
Youâre wearing dangerously short pajama shorts and an old t-shirt, the bandâs logo faded out from years in the wash. Heâd considered making himself known, but watching you frolic about proved too tempting. You have your back turned toward him, entirely oblivious, stuck in a little world of your own making.Â
Creepy as it may be, Blade considers it soothing to stare at you. Therapeutic, even. A way to unwind from the blood-filled jobs that beckon his mara out to play.
A wicked idea forms in his head. Going without you for so much as a day is enough to seriously dampen his mood. Normally, itâs his enemies that reap the consequences. Heâll miss their vitals just enough that theyâre left to go into shock and bleed out, rather than a swift, merciful death. What can he say? Itâs their fault for existing and cutting into his time with you. Thatâs on them.
He stalks over, movements akin to a mountain lion thatâs located its unsuspecting prey.Â
Youâre lifting the teabag out a few moments early. Heâs close enough to double as your shadow, the corners of his lips twitching upward from anticipation.Â
The second your timer goes off, he strikes, large hands settling on either side of your hips. This unexpected contact earns immediate retaliation. You actually squeak, much to his surprise (and amusement). Your response doesnât end there. From instinct, you twist your torso around, ready to ward off the threat.Â
Maybe itâs because you have an object in your hand, or maybe itâs because your subconscious knows youâre in no real danger, but you donât materialize your weapon.Â
Instead, you try thwacking him with your dripping teabag.Â
He easily catches your wrist, thwarting your assault. It takes you all of a millisecond to understand the situation. You use your free hand to slowly remove your in-ears. He canât help it â your pinched-together eyebrows and scrunched-up nose makes him chuckle. This worsens his crimes from your perspective, which you make evident by a non-threatening glare.Â
âNice weapon,â he drawls.Â
âHey, thatâsâ thatâs unfair,â you complain. âI wasnât expecting an ambush.âÂ
Blade raises an eyebrow. âIs it an ambush if you expect it?âÂ
âYes? No. Maybe. Quit looking at me like that, I didnât sleep well last night.âÂ
âMhm.âÂ
He plucks the teabag from your grasp and throws it away. Meanwhile, you remain frozen in time, only moving enough to cross your arms over your chest. The wrath you try directing his way is largely ineffective. Your miffed countenance is akin to a bunny scowling.Â
âI was looking forward to your return, but Iâve since changed my mind.âÂ
âMm.âÂ
He hoists you up onto the kitchenetteâs countertop. The way the soft flesh of your thighs expands against the marble tempts him, but he knows he wonât be getting anything until your faux frustration is appeased. It wonât take much â or long. He just gazes into your pretty eyes, his bandaged hand cupping your face, the pad of his thumb massaging your cheekbone. You melt for him almost immediately.Â
âEverything alright?â You ask, your arms finding their place around his neck.Â
To Blade, everythingâs more than âalright,â because youâre here. Treating him with care he doesnât deserve, and love he deserves even less. He used to worry heâd taint you, like clear waters turning opaque from filth. However, itâs as Kafka once said, likely pitying his lovelorn self.Â
âShouldnât you let her decide that for herself?âÂ
For reasons genuinely beyond his comprehension, you decided he was worth the trouble.Â
His gloved hand settles on your thigh. The irony of how he caresses you with the same hand responsible for hundreds, if not thousands of deaths isn't lost on him. Since regaining a semblance of consciousness, that's all he thought he was good for. Bloodshed and slaughter.
He observes how you shudder through lidded eyes.
You don't look at him as if he's a monster. You should, he often thinks, because he is. There's no sugarcoating the truth. He's become everything he once swore to eradicate. Mad, vengeful, immortal. A product of the Abundance's perversion of the lines separating life and death.
And yet, all those centuries, all that suffering led him to you.
You aren't the light at the end of the tunnel â you're light in its entirety.
Blade is greedy when he slots his lips against yours. He's greedy when he pulls you closer, his bandaged hand tilting your head up, allowing him to devour you with ease. Your scent, your taste, your little laugh at how unabashedly eager he is, everything blurs together and threatens to leave him breathless.
How can he pull away when your legs wrap around his waist? When you thread your hands through his hair, reciprocating his ardor like he's worth even an ounce of your affection? He isn't, he's nothing compared to you, a ghost of a man who can't cross over into the afterlife.
Sometimes, he no longer wants to. Not if you're on this side of eternity.
"Well?" You pull back a few inches from him to ask. As pretty as your smile is, he likes your lips best when they're against his. "You gonna answer my question?"
He furrows his eyebrows together and tries kissing you again. Talking about emotions in any context isn't his forte, you both know that. He's always preferred to express himself through actions than words. However, when you deny him the pleasure of your lips a second time, impatience coils inside his chest.
He huffs.
"The best," he deadpans. You roll your eyes yet laugh anyway.
"You almost pout more than I do," you tease. For this infraction, he gives your thigh a pinch, enjoying the feeling of your soft flesh a little too much. "I just worry, y'know? You become such a sourpuss when we're apart for any length of time."
You aren't wrong, but he'll keep that to himself.
âOkay, okay, stop glaring. Câmere.â
You donât need to tell him twice. He takes you up on your offer the second youâve finished making it.
Blade might not know how to tell you how much you mean to him, but that doesnât mean he can show you.
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JUJUTSU KAISENâS ANATOMY
Part II of this cute lil ask right here
A/N: Shit. You just graduated med school. And todayâŠpeople expect you toâŠdoctor? Mom come pick us up, weâre SCARED (real thought on my first day of residency).
S/N: Meet your first year surgical residency class. Undifferentiated little stem cells. The bottom of the surgical food chain. First shift last 36 hours and you work every second night until you drop.Â
All you know is that you like to cut. Where/what/how that cutting comes will be decided later. Everyone has an idea of their subspecialty butâŠshit happens, preferences change and sometimes the spleen just bleeds for no fucking reason at 4 am when youâve gotten 30 minutes of sleep in the last 3 days and you have toâwhat? Sorry. Forgive me.Â
Letâs get into it.
For the love of God, interns â pick up your pagers.Â
SURGICAL INTERNS ON CALL
Dr. Yuji ItadoriÂ
Specialty Interest: ORTHOPEDIC SURGERYÂ
Donât tell Dr. Sukuna about this but who here is shocked. This sack of muscles THROWS SUVS AT HIS MORTAL ENEMIES ON A RANDOM TUESDAY NIGHT??? Please???? He also does shit like watch Wormo-Man parts I-V and this is peak orthopod behavior. Yuji definitely has contests with his patients on rounds who can crush the cranberry juice or protein shakes the fastest. Spoiler, he always lets the patient win.
Everyone thinks heâs just joking around but itâs his way of getting post op patients to get their nutrition in. Heâs a very thoughtful doctor, even though people assume heâs no thoughts just vibes between his eyes.Â
Dr. Megumi Fushiguro
Specialty Interest: HAND SURGERY (can be achieved via Ortho or plastics)
Hand surgeons are a different BREED. Do me a favor and google âhand anatomy.â Not only will you find like 400 bones, there are 7,000 tiny tendons, lumbricals, digital arteries, veins and nerves all packed into the little mitts we take for granted. And to add insult to injury â all of the muscles and tendons are in latin. Like whoever decided that please take your seat on this one way train to hell :)
Nevertheless, Dr. Geto spotted Dr. Fushiguro on day ONE of intern year. How meticulous and neat he is. How intelligent he is in the O.R. As an intern, Megumi broke the record for the fastest carpal tunnel release for residents (4 minutes, 35 seconds â not faster than mine though, 3 mins, 52 seconds over here big dawg). Suguru is Megumiâs mentor within the first week. Two peas in one moody brunette, pod.Â
Dr. Nobara Kugisaki
Specialty Interest: TRAUMA SURGERYÂ
Nobara is 100% resistant to the Satoru Gojo, MD charm. Unlike the rest of the residents, she isnât squeezing into Dr. Gojoâs trauma ORs just to graze his gloved hand with theirs. Or make eyes over the surgical masks. No, Nobara did her first cricothyrotomy and became HOOKED. The day she had to climb on the gurney to tie off a patientâs external jugulars because after coding and ROSC (return of spontaneous circulation) they were SPURTING out of the large pipes in their neck â she was sold. Trauma surgery through and through.
Real story btw. It was insane. Whirlwind of a day from the trauma bay to the OR to the ice cream we all scarfed down after because we won that day. And you donât win every day. So the days you get to tell the Angel of Death to fuck off, you savor them.Â
Dr. Maki ZeninÂ
Specialty Interest: VASCULAR SURGERYÂ
Little known fact about vascular surgeons is that they are gangster as fuck. Hear me out. They like the blood PAPER thin, right? Small, rusty pipes need to get fluid through, so thin the fluid out as much as possible. Meaning patients are on aspirin, lovenox, heparin, and every other anticoagulant known to man.
Everyone else with a working amygdala is scared to DEATH of these patients bleeding because you look at them sideways and suddenly hemorrhage everywhere. Not vascular surgeons and not Maki Zenin. âAorta ruptured..? No prob, just sew it up with a couple stitches. Whatâlike itâs hard?â - Every Vascular Surgeon ever. Maki just gives unhinged-unbothered-let-them-bleed energy to me. Plus vascular surgeons do all of the amputations. Maki is doing that with her cursed tools and scrubbing in with hand sanitizer only. Period.
Dr. Yuta Okkotsu
Specialty Interest: TRANSPLANT SURGERYÂ
The OG lover boy is NO different in this AU. He is sentimental. He cries with patients. Dr. Nanami met him during the first month of his residency and immediately took him under his wing. Yuta is always the last to leave the anatomy lab, making sure to stitch the donors completely closed â even though no one will see. When asked why he spends hours post call doing it, he says: âBecause they deserve respect until the very end.â Nanami And Yuta are a perfect match. After Yutaâs first liver transplant, Nanami takes him to the same hill he lays on by the airport. They both say goodbye to the donor together.Â
Dr. Toge Inumaki
Specialty Interest: âŠ.he switched to PSYCHIATRY, still tight with the surgical interns though.
Hello, please this is also obvious. Inumaki is the only one in the group who can listen intently for hours without interruptions lmao. He saw that aggressive surgery shit and said absolutely not Iâll take my talents ELSEWHERE đ
And you know, funnily enough, a good majority of surgeons ALSO were torn between picking surg vs psychiatry. My mentor told me that its because its as invasive, just without the scalpel. The rest of us meatheads just like the scalpel a little too much to put it down.Â
Panda:
Specialty Interest: N/A
He is the hospital emotional support animal.Â
E/N: Alright interns. Do your best not to kill anyone. And if your chief resident (me) is sleeping, donât page me. And if you do page me the patient better be knocking on heavenâs gates. And if they are knocking on heavenâs gates, they better not have crossed into the bright light before I get there.Â
Real E/N: Kidding. I am so full of shit lol. I am the senior that brings my juniors cafecitos and treats and takes their pager to let them get some well deserved rest.Â
Donât be late to your OR cases, Shoo!
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hii!! just so you understand, I have real brainrot because of your âOnly Humanâ series! I love it madly tenderly and with all my heartđđ anyway, I saw that you have requests open, but feel free to ignore if this is not the case or I indicated something incorrectly. how about our favorite monsters and hybrids 141 with a new member of the team who is a witch??
also, sorry for my english, I use google translateâ ïž
Hey, no worries, I understood your request!
Spell Cw: witchy stuff, death, murder, drowning, blood and injury, fluff, magic, inaccurate understanding of magic, tell me if I missed any.
He always found it mesmerising, the soothing coldness of your spell working its magic on him, gleaming like water embracing his bleeding wound, the skin ripped apart at the middle and flesh throbbing painfully. It wasnât anything new, pain wasnât a stranger to him, rather a friend, a brother to him. Pain was a repetitive thing in his life, wound after wound bleeding him, and scar after scar painting his skin, heâd gotten so used to it that the stripes on his face were now an integral part of his identity, pushing the facade of a tiger if he didnât have his ears and tail out.
But with you, everything had smoothed over to a soft thrum, like the warm waves cradling his shifted body, your magic, attuned to their aches through your bond and being, worked to cure everything to ensure that the pack he grew to love and care for stayed safe. Your being was like a body of water - the ocean - a beauty of nature when calm, but a terror when enraged, storms crashing against land and causing devastation in moments of fury. You were as dangerous as you could be caring and loving âjust like the sea.
âWhy didnât you come see me first?â You sighed, tone laced with amused disappointment, brows tensed but your pretty lips quipped up, âI thought I put you in control of this HorangiâŠâ
You worked your magic on König, fingers weaving invisible threads over his bleeding forearm, pulling the strings of puppet of flesh and bone, controlling the sinuous fibre of his skin to sew itself back. Horangi watched his friendâs wound steadily close up, injury shrinking with every pull of your finger until all that was left was the lingering scent of your cool magic and the metallic odour of blood.
âKönig is stubborn, â Horangi chuckled, flashing you a sly smirk despite your exasperated expression, âBig too. I canât move him.â
âAnd I can?â You scoffed, finishing off your skin weaving with a soft pet on his arm, letting König admire your work like a child with a new toy even though youâd gone through the same process over and over in the past, König had a habit of collecting scars as often as he toppled his enemies.
Your magic wasnât only used in healing, you were an adaptive soul, your comfort found itself in water, and water meant life, and life meant whatever violent fury came along with quiet calmness. And in the right situation, where Laswell sent the Task Force on a boat or by the shore, you could level the oceans at your will in anger or protection. You gave men and women a watery grave on land, drowning them in their water-made coffins to stop them from reaching your wounded comrades, glaring off at anyone who tried approaching your cover .
You had Gaz, Price and him, tending to their deeper injuries and letting them use their first aid while you kept the enemy at bay, lower lip pulled between your teeth, gnawing on the skin until it bled. Separating your attention for both healing and defence/offence demanded a lot of concentration, especially when you were sewing up Priceâs deep gash on his leg, listening to his hiss and groans of pain.
âFucking-â Horangi busied himself with wrapping the bandage and gauze over Gazâs wound, his eyes occasionally peeking at your clenched fist that pushed out your anger through the waters you controlled, âBastards keep coming.â
You were a puppet queen and the sea your mannequin.
âAlmost done, Hunter,â Gaz hissed out when Horangi pulled too tightly on his bandage, sending you a reassuring look to calm down your raised hackle, teeth bared and eyes burning the enemies alive as much as you were depriving them of air.
This was another show of your prowess, your fingers puppeteering water, commanding it and coaxing the waterâs will to follow your call, heeding your every whim. It was a majestically show, as tragic as it was beautiful, much like the cleansing of the world when the oceans flooded Earth, leaving but Noah and his wife, and couple of animals to remake the land. You were remaking the land you fought on in an imagine, to make it safer and protect them âit would tire you out for the day, Horangi will ready to help you with anything wile you doze on and off.
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