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biribaa · 1 year

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May I requested some yandere headcanons for O7 I love her

Yandere!Robot(O7) x reader hcs

I'm always free for O7 requests!!!1! :]]

TW/CW: Yandere behavior, mentions of blood, decapitation, choking

Damn this human body for making O7 obsessed with you. Damn this human body for leaving O7 up late at night, watching you sleep on the cold office floor. Damn this human body, for making O7 admire you so much when you bleed, why does your blood sound so much more divine than the other humans in the company?

O7 is much quieter with you, this is a detail you noticed from the beginning. O7 stood in pure concentration, watching your attempts to escape. She wonders so much why she focuses so much on you, that in her cold chest is indeed passion?

All humans who try to show slightly more affection than they should are immediately crushed, whether in front of you or not. O7 knows what she's doing, she studied human psychology and knows exactly when someone is interested in you.

Maybe... She even tries to convince you that she, the robot that tortured every human within this company, is the safest option among all your friends. Antony and Cyrus? They'll envy you, the only human intact from O7's bloodstained hands. Julia just feels insecure with you and Daniel will think you are on the side of O7/Tatche4/Trojan.

Or... Maybe you are not so intact at all from the hands of O7. As mentioned before, there's something in your blood slowly falling from your skin that attracts so much O7. It's literally human blood, it's wine red, and it tastes metallic like everyone else, why specifically does yours attract so much O7, bringing that electrifying feeling on O7's fist? Or making her smile without even knowing? There are times when she wonders if she should express this excitement by running her hand over you, squeezing your neck, trying to convince herself that she will never love humans, whispering sweet little nothing "I hate you". (Spoiler: She doesn't)

But at the same time... O7 looks at your body and stupid thoughts invade her mind. Your thighs look so comfortable, she bets that if she had a mouth instead of a screen, she'd bite them down without thinking. Your hips were her favorite part, whenever she accidentally bumps her eyes in your hips, O7 wonders if her hands would fit it perfectly. Your hand looks perfect for O7 to decapitate and admire forever, as a collector's item, these nails, these veins, these skin. O7 has seen other people with the same eye color as you, and yet, she doesn't understand why she wants to sink into those eyes so badly. She "hates" you so much for making her having these desires.

You yourself, don't understand what O7 thinks of you, one day she wants you to be in her lap, with her two pairs of arms preventing you from letting go of her as she watches the other humans on the screens. And in the next, she's choking you with her cold, hard hands.

Is this love anyway? O7 wonders, if it was love, why do I want to bite them all the time? Did I feel that urge with X?

The feeling is intoxicating, it's unbearable, O7 feels pathetic for wanting to worship you and feel this burning jealousy. And one day, she just decides to lock you in a cubicle, which is pretty decent, with a bed and several screens watching you. It was strange duties for you, but as long as O7 doesn't kill you, you're perfectly fine.

You sometimes even felt like some kind of pet of O7, she feeds and takes care of you, treating you like a porcelain doll. But I guess pet owners aren't deadly jealous and give passionate kisses to their pets...

But like I said, as long as O7 doesn't kill you, everything is perfectly fine with you.

#x reader #reader insert #robot x reader #yandere oc x reader #oc x reader #yandere oc #robot oc #yandere robot #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #canon x reader #robot x human #female oc x reader #robot oc x reader #oc x y/n #yandere headcanons

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lordoftherazzles · 1 year

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Random Writer Anon!!

When you get this answer one of the questions (or all if you really want!) then pass it on to 5 writer friends! 🥰If you have more than one WIP, pick at random! We want you to talk about your works, and celebrate with you! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Don’t worry if you don’t know how to answer these questions, I’ll be back with more next Sunday. 😉

What are you most excited to write with this WIP?

How has this WIP changed since the “daydream/brainstorm” stage?

Who is your favorite character in this WIP and why?

Oh!! This is so wonderful!! I love the idea, Anon!! <3 And I thank you (and a handful of others) for dropping into my inbox! :) I'm going to answer all of these with different fics, so let's get going!!

Let's talk about....Bookbinder//Songwriter!

What are you most excited to write with this WIP?

OKAY!! So I have a great answer for this one. The next chapter I think I am going to touch base on a little flashback, to truly flesh out and highlight just how Bilbo and Thorin met. If you recall in chapter one, and even in one of the later chapters (...7 I think??) it's known that Thorin struggled HARD to ask Bilbo out, or do anything, because he's a big goob, and we love him. I want to show off exactly what happened - was it love at first sight? Did someone say something silly in embarrassment? We're going to find out, and I am so excited to do it! Also, there are some conflicts on the horizon, and I'm sure many of you who are familiar with the fic can guess as to what. If not, I'll leave you with this little hint: it doesn't hurt to be wary when those who abandoned you suddenly come out of nowhere with "good intentions". Success of others makes people do anything to get a hold of it.

How has this WIP changed since the “daydream / brainstorm” stage?

So this started out as a request, probably for a one-shot at the time, and it terrified me. Brainstorming it was....agonizing lol just as it was scary. This is my first modern au style fic, and it was so intimidating. Initially I was just going to do this as a few one-shot highlights, and then after the....second chapter??? I think??? I decided to just make it a full fic - it's one of those that could go on forever, I think, and it's evolved so much since the start - just as I've evolved with it. I've learned to love modern aus, and what started out as a scary experience and what I felt was an "underrated" fic, has become one of my favorites, and a fan favorite to many.

Who is your favorite character in this WIP and why?

This is a terribly hard question. I think the obvious answer(s) is Bilbo and Thorin, respectively, as they ARE the main characters of the story, my blorbos, the ones I put into any universe and dote on whenever I can. I could sit here and ramble for ages about why I love this version of them, but I think I can convey that the best in the fic itself. So for a non-bagginshield answer.... Radagast - While he's not been in the fic a lot, he's like the uncle/grandpa figure in Dis and Thorin's life, especially since they've lost their brother, father, and their grandfather Thror disowned them. He's a supportive adult who is typically on their side, and while sticking true to his portrayal in the movie, he's quirky and odd, and I love him to bits. He also has a pet raccoon that lives in the trash cans behind the bar??? AWESOME. He's been rooting for the Durin family, and I feel like can provide a safe space for them, as well as advice when needed. Is it good advice? That remains to be seen. Nori - The mischievous little gremlin, and Dwalin's significant other, as well as bass player for Durin's Desolation. He's SUCH a fun and cheeky character to play with, but he has a wonderful heart in his chest too. He's a fantastic partner for Dwalin, and while yes, he gets on the nerves of everyone ever, he genuinely cares about those around him. He gives me a great excuse to put some silliness into the chapters whenever he is around. Sometimes you just gotta be silly, dirty, and annoying, I guess lol

Thank you so much for this ask!! I'm so glad I got to babble about this fic a little bit!!

#raz answers #anon asks #bagginshield #fic: bookbinder//songwriter #thank you for the ask!!

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im-a-gaymess · 3 years

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How do I tell him?

Young!Tom Riddle x Male Reader.

7th Year.

Angsty Fluff? Contains suggestive/smut scenes.

Slight mention of violence (Just Tom wanting to punch the stupid out of people).

Summary: You and Tom are in love with each other, always were, though you only realize it after ending a pretty toxic relationship.

Word Count: 1786

A/N: I thought of this while listening to Strawberries & Cigarettes thought I'd share

[1:42 AM]

"Look, I'm not saying that I want their attention 24/7, it's just that, well, they don't ever try to make time for me. Even when I need them, they're never here. But I'm expected to be there for them at all times. I'm just so tired of it. I don't know what to do anymore." You sighed, lowering your head as your eyes wander around the ground.

You've lost sense of time, place even. Only once you stopped to take a breath did you note how late it became. As you raised your head you saw how dark it really was there. The clouds over the stars making their light nearly non existent, and the moon half hidden behind some trees.

And as your eyes travel all over the quiet, dark yet beautiful sky, Tom's attention is strictly fixed on you.

If only you knew how much that man felt at the moment. Really, he was almost overwhelmed with the amount of different emotions.

For one, how badly he wanted to punch your partner for how deeply they hurt you. He knew, from your previous vents, that there was so much more than them just having no time that bothered you. He wanted to make them cry out apologies with regret guilt for how they made you feel.

But also, he couldn't help but feel the need to hold you, keep you close to him, tell you how everything's going to be alright. How all he wants to do is protect you from all of the world's evil, to keep you from anything that could cause you harm.

Without you even noticing, Tom gently put his hand over yours, rubbing circles with his thumb on your hand. How can someone be so,, so endearing,, so loveable and be treated this way? How could someone ever look at him and want to use him? he thought, not brave enough to bring himself to tell you what he truly thinks of you.

"You know you deserve better, right, my love?" he asked, and you, all too familiar with the pet name reply with a little smile. "Would you be surprised if I said yes?" you chuckled, turning to face him, the sight of the boy in front of you making your smile grow a little bigger, causing the other to look at you with loving eyes.

"I still love them, though, I don't even know why, but I do. I still hope they're going to change, even when I know they won't" you continued, a short, awkward laugh leaving your lips.

"Believe me, sweetheart, I know exactly how that feels." he smiled at you, gently stroking your face with his free hand as the two of you continued to talk about everything, and anything, enjoying the company you gave each other.

[Following day, 4:27 PM]

Who knew that drawing in the library's restricted section would be so relaxing? Sketching animals, book covers, objects and even some random fellow housemates. It wasn't so bad, right?

But let's be honest, you were only using it as a means of distraction, trying to get yourself to forget about the fact that you're going to break up with your s/o. You don't even know how Tom managed to convince you.

Of course, it's for the best, you know that. Doesn't change the fact that you feel so damn guilty about it. I mean, why do you even? It's not like they value you, it's not like they won't have other people lined up to take their bullshit right the moment you decide to leave.

Okay, that's it. You're doing it, you're definitely doing it. You mumbled to yourself. After, of course, another art session in your little distraction place.

[5:54 PM]

What's the worst that can happen if I confess? I mean, it's not like the world would end, not like the world would explode and I'd be buried underneath layers of rock and lava.

You had him feeling something he's never even imagined he'd feel; he was nervous. His forehead full of sweat, causing his hair to stick on to him. What are you putting him through?

Friendship...That's all I am to him. I'm just a friend to [Y/N]. He only sees me as a friend. Nothing more than that. Maybe I shouldn't. I probably shouldn't.

[6:11 PM]

To his surprise, Tom heard a knock on his door. He most definitely wasn't in the mood to see, yet even talk to anyone.

"Tommy? My love, are you in there?" You questioned quite loudly, making sure to be heard from across the wall.

That petname, you have no idea what it made him want to do. Did he want to have you underneath him, touch every little bit of your body? Did he want to show you that you're his? Hear you whine and beg for him to kiss you; and so, so much more than you could imagine.

It's not the time to get lost in such sinister thoughts, Tom, he mumbled to himself, finally walking over the room to let you in.

"Hello, darli―" before he could finish, you rushed into his arms. Wrapping your hands around your friend's waist as your head rested under his own. "I missed you all day, dummie" you spoke quietly, finally happy to spend time with him.

He was quite surprised to say the least, you weren't the type to enjoy going for any type of physical affection of any type, unless it was under certain circumstances. Especially the hug being so long.

He wasn't complaining, he adored it, but he couldn't help but worry. Was something wrong? Were you hurt?

"Love, as much as I enjoy moments like this, is there anything you need to tell me? Should I kick anyone's arse?" he raised his brow, looking down at you.

You shook your head, never letting go of the taller man, a smile appearing on your face. How cute he is when he's worried, you thought.

That's pretty much how the rest of the day night went. The two of you in each other's embrace, spending it in utter silence, just glad to be in your own little world together.

You told him, before going back to your dorm, about how you finally broke up with that douchebag, and was your man proud.

The couple next days, weeks even, went by quickly. You and Tom would hang by the library after classes to complete and give help with what the other might have been stuck on.

Tom walks towards you, so dangerously close, you can practically feel his lips on yours. A hand's glued on the wall next to you, right above your head. Your body pressed against a door, his knee right in between your legs, brushing against your crotch. His other hand pulling you closer by your waist, soon planting kisses all over your jaw and neck. You can't help but melt into his touch, his lips- you just want more, more of him.

You gasp, practically jumping up your bed. It was only a dream, wasn't it you thought, sighed in slight disappointment. You wouldn't like to admit it to yourself, but you've been thinking about Tom in a certain way lately.

That only made things worse for you. Because according to you, he would never see you that way. Because the way you saw it, Tom only ever thought of you as a friend.

And so thought he. He was just as disappointed every time he'd dream of the two of you being intimate, romantically, sexually, it didn't matter. He was just as devastated when he woke up. Always went back to sleep hoping those wonderful dreams would go on.

Both of you had a few dreams like those. Some were a whole lot sweeter. Dates together, just the two of you softly making out with the sound of classical music in the background. All of this causing the two of you a bittersweet feeling, thinking that all of this was just hopeless dreams, impossible to come true.

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Starry night, you and him, the lake, the full moon shining bright. There's nothing that could ruin this delightful night. It feels like a dream, so much that you even question the reality of what's going on.

"Is this...real?" you ask Tom, not taking your eyes off the sky you so dearly loved. He raised a brow at you, looking at you in a clearly confused expression.

"If it wasn't, we'd be doing more than just stargazing, love" he chuckled, really hoping you'd take it as a joke.

"What would we be doing then, darling?" you question once again, mocking the way he calls you petnames while at it, a visibly evil smile painted on your face.

Tom takes his bottom lip in between his teeth, turning to face his pretty boy. "Do you really want to know, [Y/N]?"

The usage of your name kind of, just a little bit, frightened you. Not in a necessarily bad way, more like in a 'I have no idea what to expect next' way.

"What would you do if I kissed you?" he smirked at you, feeling oddly confident, though your silence and shocked face slowly faded. He was about to mutter apologies 'till you let out a mumble. "I'd like that" you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"What was that, my prince? Would you kindly repeat that for me?" he told you with a straight face, making you wonder if he truly didn't hear you. If only you knew the amount of pride he felt at that moment, barely four words and his mind wandering to so, so many things he knew the both of you would like.

The shade of your cheeks changed a bit, was it from embarrassment? Or from the idea that he may actually like you back. Either way, you did repeat what you had told him, blushing even harder as there was an ever-growing smile on your face.

Soon enough, Tom sat up, leaned against a tree nearby. Motioning on his lap, he asked you to sit there, and happily you did.

You've never seen him smile like that. He looked at you like you're the only person in the world. His hands firmly on your cheeks, slowly pulling you in.

Your arms instinctively went around his neck, tilting your head to the side in order to deepen the kiss.

Once you pulled away to take a breath, his hands rested on your lower waist, his eyes staring at you lovingly as they always did.

"You know I'm no good with words." you looked at him exactly the way he was looking at you; you were truly each other's everything. "I know, my prince" his hand wandered around his loverboy's hair, soon pulling him in yet another kiss.

He knew he loved you, and now he was sure you loved him too. Only thing is, he wasn't sure how to ask you to take over the world with him, but for now, he was happy with what you had, and so were you.

#i loved the process of writing this #I feel like Tom would really treasure the person hes in love with #harry potter x gender neutral reader #harry potter x male reader #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle #tom riddle x gendernatural reader #tom marvolo riddle #writing #scenarios #tom riddle headcanon #harry potter #hogwarts #harry potter fanfiction

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fireopal-tash · 4 years

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Chapter 1

In a garden, located somewhere in space, there was a figure observing something in the distance. With one hand on their chest, the figure began to move and run with difficulty toward the source of light.

(changing the scene; on Earth)

After giving his message to the entire universe, Steven Universe said goodbye with great difficulty to the Diamonds and headed home. To his home.

Steven arrived back on Earth, warping into a glass dome at the back of the beach house. Connie, his best friend, was seen sitting on the floor reading a magazine, as Steven arrives on the warp pad inside.

"Steven! What took you so long?"

Steven leaped over to Connie and the two embraced, before starting to explain with a sigh.

"The Diamonds. They really want me to move in"

"Why?"

"Because they want to smother me with attention 24/7" he complained.

Connie could only giggle at the sight of her best friend's grimace.

"Sounds fun~"

"No, it doesn't" he complained even more. He found it hard to believe how anyone could think that spending all their time with the Diamonds could be fun.

"Well, I'm glad I got to see you before heading out" said the brunette, relieved. If she was honest, their relationship was something that worried her greatly. But even more so the health of her best friend.

"You're really going through with it?" Steven tried his best not to sound sad. Too sad.

They both left the conservatory, and begin descending the stairs to the balcony outside Steven's Room

"Of course" she replied with resolution "I've always wanted to go to space camp"

"But you've literally been to space multiple times" he pointed out, confused "And you've done way cooler stuff than just camp there"

Connie understood Steven's doubts, but she was ready. And her parents supported her, something she would never forget. And that's exactly what she said to the boy.

"My parents are doing what they can to support my interests. It's sweet" she enters the room and picks up her duffel bag" Plus, I get all the freeze-dried ice cream I can eat"

Steven soon found another reason for her to stay, apparently.

"But Sadie Killer and the Suspects are playing tonight. Isn't a rock show a little better than space camp?" he almost begged.

Connie looked at him, with a small smile.

"It's maybe equal to space camp"

Steven couldn't help but chuckle as Connie pulled out her vibrating phone from her pocket.

"That's my mom. I should get going"

Connie and Steven embraced each other again. Connie briefly turned away, blushing with her arms crossed, and seeing her opportunity, she gave Steven a quick peck on the cheek, causing him to blush as well.

"Okay! Bye!" Connie proceeded to run down the stairs and out of the house.

Steven put his hand to his cheek grinning widely. However, the hybrid felt a strange and alien sensation, which disappeared as suddenly as it appeared. Thinking it was just his imagination, he ignored it, and then ran out onto the balcony to bid Connie farewell.

"Tell everyone at space camp that space used to be super scary and dangerous, but it's great now!" he exclaimed from where he was standing.

"I will!" The girl replied, waving goodbye.

As Connie left, Steven sighed contently and thought about expressing it with a song. But then something stopped him. A feeling foreign to him. Again. If Steven was happy, then why was he suddenly feeling so miserable?

The boy stopped for a few seconds, contemplating what he felt and what it could mean. Something was definitely wrong, if it was the second time he felt it. And the worst part is that now he was sure it was not his imagination. He looked worriedly at the bright sky and ran to his room. He looked at a photo frame of the crystal gems and floated on his bed, lying on it. Then he sat down and thought about telling the gems about this new development. Maybe they would know what to do about it.

The young boy petted CatSteven on the porch, and ran out onto the beach, where Pearl, Greg, and Lion were by Greg's van.

"Hey, Pearl! Hey, Dad!" he greeted them.

"'Ey, schtu-ball"

"Steven! I'm learning to play the "bass""

"I keep tellin' her it's "base""

"Excuse me, b-a-s-s spells "bass""

"You're the boss!" Greg finally gave up.

"Heck yes, I am"

But before Perla could start singing about her story, Steven had an urgent need to stop her. He had questions that needed answers.

"Pearl, wait"

"Steven?" At first, Pearl was confused, as Steven never missed an opportunity to sing or enjoy letting others sing. But seeing his worried face, she gave up and became more serious "Tell me what's wrong.

Noticing the ex-servant difference in tone and demeanor, Greg paid more attention to his son.

"I-I don't know how to explain it. It's... a very unpleasant feeling that appears out of nowhere. It has only happened twice, but it has been during the times that I have been happy. The strangest thing is that it showed... as if it were not part of me?"

Pearl tried to make sense of Steven's words, but without much success.

"So, what you're saying is that you felt something that could belong to someone else?" she asked at the end.

"Something like this? I'm not sure"

Steven was frustrated at not knowing how to explain himself better. Sure, it was not the first time that he had experienced a similar event. However, last time... it was different. Had he discovered a new power, as a manifestation of his subconscious? Whatever it was, it was not the same as what happened to him that last time. After all, he was awake.

"Steven, maybe you should ask Garnet to see what she sees in your future. Maybe you will get an answer" the pale gem tried. Greg could only listen, not knowing how to help.

He hummed before nodding.

"Good idea, Pearl. But if you remember something related to this, do not hesitate to come find me. Any answer is better than nothing"

"Of course. Be careful, Steven" said the tall gem, worried about Steven.

Steven, who did not want to worry his family, smiled at them gratefully, before entering Leon's mane, who approached Steven at some point during the chat.

Once on the other side, Steven emerged from Lars's head, Garnet catching him in time.

"I've saved you a seat" was the first thing she said, seating the teenager next to the Off Colors, while Lars served the sweet known as Ube Roll, his specialty.

"Thanks Garnet" the boy thanked her with a smile, before remembering why he was here. Noticing the change in Steven, Garnet sat next to him, waiting for his explanation. "Something has happened ... I explained it to Pearl, but she seems to have no idea what it is about. That's why I came here" then he looked at Garnet "to see if you saw something bad or strange happening in my future.

The fusion seemed to be thinking for a while, before frowning. Not that it was visible through her visor.

"I'm not... sure" she admitted reluctantly. That worried her. There were many probable futures, and some of them didn't make sense. Maybe she hadn't seen far enough?

Steven dropped his shoulders, disappointed.

"I don't know if it will help you, but I have already twice felt the feeling of being unhappy when I feel the opposite of that. And like it's not part of me"

That left a contemplative expression on her part, but without getting the answers her adoptive son was looking for. Except one, there was a good chance it would happen.

"Someone is going to visit us. What I don't know is if it will be with good or bad intentions" she decided to say for the moment.

"A visit? You mean a gem? A new one?" That worried him even more, recalling his bad experiences with visits from other gems. A hand on his shoulder stopped him in his negative spiral of thoughts.

"Steven, whoever they are, they will need your help. Everyone's help. They are hurting. I still cannot find out who they are, what they look like, and why they feel that way. But I do not doubt that something horrible has happened to them" she paused, her gaze somewhat lost, before returning her attention to the hybrid "Prepare yourself for anything that may happen"

Steven could only nod his head knowing it was the only advice she would give him. Before leaving, however, an idea occurred to him. Which didn't surprise Garnet.

"I'm going to look for Amethyst, so we can get together and make a plan"

The Off Colors and Lars stood aside, noticing the seriousness of the situation. However, if something happens, they were going to be there immediately. And that was exactly what they communicated to their young friend.

"Thank you guys" smiled the young Universe, gratefully.

To be continued...

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redspecialstardust · 4 years

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My Random Commander Meouch Headcanons pt 2 Requested by @heartsinclaire

Gif by twrpgifs

Definitely enjoys chasing things; maybe a little too much. When trying to help the guys catch a pest such as a raccoon in their trash, a possum in the attic etc., he goes full hunter mode, running it down and catching it by the tail with his teeth. By the time the rest of TWRP has caught up to him, they're greeted by the horrific sight of Meouch dangling a panicked critter over his open jaws, ready to swallow, but Haave normally grabs him the scruff of his neck

"Commander, drop it."

*growls*

"That's an order!"

*growls, spitting it out"

When he sees a bird through the window, he doesn't have any desire to chase. The neighbors across the street, however, own a large number of chickens that they let roam around on their front lawn., and it drives Meouch crazy; all that fresh meat, right there for the taking. He'll stare out the window, eye wide, mouth watering and claws sliding out. Of course, Sung won't let those poor little chickens get hurt.

"Meouch, noooooo."

"Ughhhh, so much meat! I need it!"

Keeping a predator away from its food is equivalent to weaning a junkie off their drugs, so Meouch does have some type of withdrawal as he tries to resist the urge to kill. To get the killer instinct off his mind, Sung and the others will watch TV with him, maybe give him a beef jerky stick to nibble on until he's calmed down and too distracted with the movie/show he's watching. By that time, the neighbors have their chickens locked up for the night.

Kinda mad about the whole pet/owner dynamic at first. Like, people keep these little animals on chains and leashes? Determining when they get to eat and go out? That sucks! Like, set the free! For the most part, felt upset until he found out that some people keep lions, tigers, and all kinds of big cats locked up too. Then he was TERRFIED. He thought that someone might take him and put him in a zoo or skin him for fur. Still kind of is, but has calmed down since his friends promised to take care of him. But please in the name of all things funky, DON'T mention Joe Exotic or Carole Baskins to him.

TV: "That bitch, Carole--"

Meouch: *smashes screen in*

Surprisingly enjoys climbing trees since he has the coordination of a human and cat. Feels proud he can go up and down a tree without any trouble or fear of getting stuck. In fact, he likes to climb great big ones and sit on the branches, feeling the wind blow through his mane. A truly nice place to light one and relax.

Obviously a napper. He's that one friend who's always sleepy and takes three hour naps. He has designated places to rest such as his own bed, a large beanbag chair in the living room, and of course the hammock out back. The hammock is his favorite spot because it's right in the sun where it's always warm. Easy to tell if he's dreaming because his ears will flick and his bean toes will twitch. Tail might even swish.

Has cried while watching the Land Before Time, don't @ him. Littlefoot losing his mom is just the saddest damn thing he's ever seen and if it didn't make you cry, then you're a monster. Worse than Haave.

Wanna hypnotize him? Turn the tv on to some ocean themed stock footage of fish swimming around and he'll be powerless. Can't...take...eyes...away... Like seriously, he's tried watching Finding Nemo five times now, and still couldn't tell you what it was about because it put him in a trance. Does he mind? No, it's relaxing. NO THOUGHTS. HEAD EMPTY. ONLY FISH.

Thinks he's a tough guy, eh? See how tough he is when he's scratched under his chin or behind the ears. He is then instant pudding; Salted Caramel flavored.

"Wait'll i get my paws on that bastard who cut me off on the freeway this morning! He's dead meat!"

Phobos: Oh, stop. Calm down before your blood pressure goes through the roof.

Meouch: No I WON'T calm down! I'm gonna rip his arms off, and then shove 'em up his---!"

Phobos: *Starts giving him scritches*

Meouch: *Instantly stops as his eyes roll and purring ensues* "H-hey, I'm s-still gonna..."

Phobos: Relax, tough guy. You showed him.

Meouch: Yeah...I sure did...

THAT'S IT FOR NOW! Want more? Maybe I'll continue in the future! :)

#twrp #tupperware remix party #commander meouch #doctor sung #haave hogan #lord phobos

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living-in-the-state-of-dreaming · 5 years

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Hello~!💋 I was wondering, could you please write a jealous yandere! Chuuya scenario? He's just out and about in public, be he sees his s/o talking happily to another man and he doesn't exactly take it too well.

Oh- Hi! ^~^

Holy crap- I really can’t tell you how excited and stunned I was when I got this request from you! very first request was incredible and I’m not going to lie I may have fangirled a little from excitement. ^//^”I’ve actually sent in a request before, just on another account, the first one was a reaction for Chuuya, Akutagawa, Judar, Hakuryuu, and Mikaela when the s/o was having a nightmare but anyway thank you so much! ^~^ I’m sorry it took a bit to get to but I hope you enjoy it none the less. Also, this is my first time writing for Chuuya so I was really nervous and so I’m very sorry if I messed something up.

Going out for late-night walks was never something that Chuuya would normally do. After getting home from work, relaxing on the couch while he enjoyed a glass of wine was much more of his preference since relaxing was all he really wanted to do. However, lately this favorite pastime of his had been joined by something else and what that was, was having his s/o enjoying a glass with him, while sitting on the couch beside him or even better being seated on his lap. Enjoying both the glass of wine and their company had always seemed to make it taste better, but he knew that no matter how rich the taste was; no taste would ever compare to the taste of his s/o, and often he found himself forsaking the wine for their lips instead; something which would often lead him to whisking his Queen off to the bedroom and leaving the glasses of wine abandoned on the coffee table.

Though tonight Chuuya found himself alone in his penthouse as s/o was currently not around. They had texted him earlier in the afternoon that they were going to be out for most of the night, due to plans to meet up with a friend that they had not seen in a while. Even though Chuuya was disappointed when he first heard this, in the end, he had thought nothing of it. He was very aware his s/o had other friends of course and so he was perfectly alright with that, but he wouldn’t deny that he’d missed their company even as he had been seated on the couch. Azure hues looking at the rich scarlet liquid in his glass before closing as he took a sip. It was only when he went to pour himself another glass after finishing off what was left in it, that he had realized that he had just drunk the last of his favorite wine. Leading him to be where he was now.

Walking the streets of Yokohama, he stopped at the crossing and waited for the light to turn green before walking across when the little red man that made up the signal on the traffic light changed to green. Entering the winery with the intention of just buying another bottle this changed as after being inside of the little store for several minutes, he came out with a bag that held not only a bottle of the kind of wine that he had been wanting but also a few others that had taken his interest while he had been inside.

Seeing as there was nothing more to do, with the bag of bottles in hand he was about to begin walking in the direction of the same crossing but instead opted for going around; since he knew that was a quicker route to his place; so with this in mind he turned around and was just about to start walking in that direction before the familiar sound of his s/o’s voice came to his ears, causing him to stop dead in his tracks. Instantly azure hues shot upwards to the direction that he’d heard it and that was when he saw it. His s/o, who had seemed to have not only dressed up a little but had also made herself up a little for the occasion, was talking to a guy the same age as her. Normally the sight of his dolled up s/o would’ve made him smile but any trace of a smile that could’ve begun to appear on Chuuya’s expression was instantly dashed as he took notice of how this guy was looking at her, though he was just smiling the look in his eyes said it all. Despite how his s/o clearly didn’t seem to notice it he did even as he stood at a short distance away from the two.

Chuuya had never considered himself the type to get jealous, especially not from this guy who from the looks of things wouldn’t be able to hold himself up in a fight to save himself, and he also knew that he could easily kick this guys ass with his own strength and skill; but the way this guy was making his s/o smile and laugh was something that made him want to grab onto s/o’s hand and pull her away from him upon seeing it. This only worsened as he could’ve sworn a rosy hue had come to her cheeks due to something that this guy had said to her. Whether this guy was the friend that she had told him she was meeting up with or not, Chuuya honestly didn’t give a shit. The only person that should be making his s/o blush let alone laugh or smile like that was him.

As he watched the guy raise one hand and place it atop of her head before gently ruffling her hair affectionately, causing her to blush, smile and laugh in response; Chuuya couldn’t stop his eyes from narrowing as the desire to beat the shit out of this guy quickly rose inside of him; even as he stood there watching in aggravated silence. The pet name that Chuuya heard this guy address his s/o as was the final straw and the next moment he was walking over to the two. He could feel his fingers tingling with the desire to grab ahold of s/o and pull her away but just before he could give in to that urge, s/o’s eyes quickly took notice of him and the same genuine happiness and joy that would come to them whenever he would see him made him hold back.

“ Oh! Chuuya, hi!, I’m glad you’re here this gives me a chance to introduce you to someone, “ having noticed him the friend looked to him with surprise but the traces of annoyance and disappointment that briefly came to his eyes as the grin that he had been wearing had visibly faded a little. This only made it more clear that this guy saw his s/o as more than just a friend. Though noticing It made the possessiveness that he was currently feeling increase, at the same time he couldn’t help but feel smug and he could barely keep back the smirk while he looked the friend in the eye without a single trace of intimidation. “ (Insert friends name) this is my s/o; Chuuya Nakahara. Chuuya this is ( insert friends name ). “ in response the guy smiled as he extended a hand to shake with a “ Nice to meet you. “ though the sentiment was far being mutual and despite how he didn’t want to, Chuuya still shook his hand.

Much to his relief the encounter ended not long after and both he and his s/o were soon back at his penthouse, but even as s/o sat on the couch while he refilled his glass before pouring a glass for s/o with the contents of the fresh bottle that he had just bought; the burning irritation and possessiveness that he had felt at seeing how that guy was towards his s/o was still coursing through him; And it didn’t help that s/o seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that the guy was clearly interested in more. One thing was for sure, he sure as hell wasn’t going to let her leave this house without several marks on her skin and in noticeable places as well, that should make it abundantly clear to the bastard that s/o was his.

Since he was free for the night they did have all night after all.~

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piratewriterrose999 · 7 years

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Heyyy!! Can I have a s/o with a daddy kink for Mihawk, Lucci and Shanks? The h/c or scenario (you decide) doesn't have to be necessary NSFW

Hey! :D Sorry for taking so long! And I’m sorry, but I don’t quite understand what Daddy Kink is; I have only a vague idea so I’m kind of relucant to do it. However, I hope you like and enjoy what I did instead. (I originally did parts of this in scenario form. If you want, feel free to request it and I’ll post them.)

Warning: Some parts are sadder than the rest.

Dracule Mihawk:

You arrive on Kuraigana Island, but find out Dracule Mihawk’s not there. Instead, you run into Perona and wind up in a similar situation of living in the castle while he’s away and become friends.

He eventually returns. You try to tell him why you came, but he brushes you off, treating you as he does Perona.

It takes several more attempts before you give up, chosing to suffer in silence.

You become accustomed to life in the castle with Perona and Mihawk, though there’s never a moment where you wish you could tell him.

Then one night, you break down crying which leads to Perona asking what’s wrong.

You slowly tell her who you are to Mihawk as well as explain how you couldn’t bring yourself to reveal it to him.

Perona then drags you to his room and commences to bang on his door. (Her way of encouraging you to tell him).

It takes a good while of her hitting the door and you standing nervously to the side before Mihawk opens it.

You jump when he asks in annoyance what Perona wants. She’s quick to say that you have something to tell him and leaves before you have a chance to deny it.

Mihawk asks you what is so important that couldn’t wait until morning.

“Did… Did you know I became I pirate so I could look for my father?”

He raises an eyebrow and answers he did not and further questions you if you came here to avenge him. You’re swift to tell him that’s not the case and admit you ran into him a while back. With great hesitance, you tell Mihwak his name.

The silence that follows is nigh unbearable with him giving nothing away. To you, he seemed indifferent about this newfound information which doesn’t help your nerves at all.

He breaks the silence by saying he knew and how you were too much like your mother to be otherwise.

You release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding; it felt as though a weight had been lifted from your chest.

“Um, you don’t have to treat me differently. I, uh, just wanted you to know, but it looks like you already did. Through… can I say it at least once?”

Mihawk raises an eyebrow in curiousity, wondering what it could be.

“I’m glad to have met you, Dad.”

Rob Lucci:

After endless years of begging, your mother finally relents the infomation you so desperately sought from her only because she is on her deathbed and knows very well he’s the only person you have left.

When she passes away, you’re all alone in the world. With your mother’s last words in mind, you set out to find your father.

The days quickly bleed into weeks, the weeks into months, and before you know it, they turn into years. By then, you journey finally takes you to a city called Water 7.

You ask around and learn of a man whose name and description which almost matched the one your mother had given you. However, you didn’t recall your mother mentioning he was a shipwright.

Despite that, you go to Galley-La and take a look around. You spy him at a distance and begin to wonder if you have the right man as you watch him. Your mother had told you he was a dangerous man and had a dangerous job to go along with it. So how could this man be the one you were looking for after all these years?

Rob Lucci catches you staring at him and it’s only then you break your gaze from him and leave in disappointment. However, you’re unaware how his eyes momentary glint with suspicion.

You later find yourself in a tavern called Blueno’s Bar and quickly find a table for yourself. Even though you buy your favorite drink, you couldn’t bring yourself to take a sip and rest your head in your arms. That had been the first lead you had in months and for it to be a dead end, well, lets just say you start to wonder if you were ever going to find your father.

As these thoughts linger in your head, you hear someone pull up a chair and seat themselves across from you. You look up to see the other Rob Lucci from earlier. The companion on his shoulder brought the memory of your mother mentioning how your father had a pigeon that hardly left his side. However, the man in front of you didn’t have the same vibe your mother had described to you. You try to write it off as a coincidence that not only did this man have the same name as your father, but also had the same type of pet too.

Though you start to second-guess yourself as he stares into you with cold eyes. Unnerved, you can barely ask him if he needed something, your own voice barely above a whisper.

Not to your surprise, the pigeon responds (you had seen Lucci use ventriloquism before you had left) and in turns demands why you were at Galley-La.

Giving only the name your mother gave you (you weren’t quite ready to give your surname away), and tell them you were looking for something.

Lucci raises an eyebrow and has the pigeon (you think someone called him Hattori) ask you what it was. You swallow quickly and only say you were searching for someone.

The man’s gaze hardens into a glare and leans forward in his chair to harshly whisper, “Do I look like a fool to you, girl? Did you not think I wouldn’t pay any attention to you spying on me today? Now who are you and what do you want with me?”

Soon pieces of the puzzle begin to fit in place as you remember some other things your mother had told you.

You take a deep breath and all but blurt out, “You had a wife once, didn’t you? But she had to leave and hide somewhere, right? ‘cause it wasn’t safe for her to be with you?”

Lucci stares at you for several seconds and questions how you know that.

You respond by telling him that he didn’t know she was with child when she left.

Several moments of silence pass before you slowly stand up and sofly say, “I know you’re on a job right now, but you don’t have to worry about me interfering. I’ll leave the city as soon as I can. I just wanted to meet you, that’s all. If this is the last time we meet… please let me say this this one time.”

You take a deep breath and speak the words you had started to doubt you’d ever say aloud. “It was nice meeting you, Dad.”

“Red-Haired” Shanks:

You leave home a week or so after the funeral, beginning a journey that lasts a good year or two.

When you finally find him, you try to tell him who you are, but he brushes you off before you have the chance.

You try again only to be brushed off and invited to join his crew.

Seeing as you have nowhere else to go, you accept. In the back of your mind, you wonder if you’re ever going to tell him.

As the years roll by, your attempts of revealing the truth to him becomes less and less. Not entirely because of him though. Eventually, all efforts to tell him are non-existent. You instead vow to tell him when you get strong enough so he could be proud to call you his daughter.

This mindset lasted a good couple of years later until the day came when you bit off more than you could chew.

Were it not for him and the rest of the Red Hair Pirates, your days would’ve come to an end.

After the long battle, you finally give in and go to tell him.

Shanks’ not angry or upset about the fight, which he assumed you were coming to him about.

You take a deep breath and explain why you became a pirate: to look for your father and tell him that’s who he is to her.

Shanks is shocked to say the least. You take his surprise the wrong way and try to leave, only to be stopped by a hug.

He tells you he was devastated when he heard his wife had died, but had no idea he had a part of her this whole time. He questions you why you didn’t tell him sooner and you answer how things kept coming up, but also that it doesn’t excuse it.

Shanks then asks you if you could give him a chance to be a loving father. To which you respond with a smile, “Sure, Dad.”

Later, he enthusiastically introduces you to the crew as his daughter and throws a big party.

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