#bitty canine

[canisalbus]

Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me

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[kitmon]

Get Into The Groove | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie finds you dancing while you’re home alone and, unsurprisingly, the sight has him careening into the bottomless gorge that is loving you all over again.

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things, 2022) x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Tags: allusions to sexy times 18+ only, no actual smut, FLUFF cuz I’m a sucka for it, established relationship, reader is explicitly referred to as “girl” and “woman”

Author’s Note: Just an itty bitty thing that came to me a while ago that I jotted down in between work and school :P hope you like it! And if you’d like to enhance the experience listen to Into the Groove by Madonna and Wango Tango by Ted Nugent!

There are few things that Eddie Munson looks forward to in life: a well-planned D&D campaign, a perfectly rolled joint— the premium shit— and getting home to you.

He whistles to himself as he skips up the steps of his trailer, chains and leather creaking with each step he takes and every key he flips in his hand. The entire day he had been anticipating this moment, just as he does every weekday, where he can come home to a warm and secluded trailer, see you and kiss you the same way he did before he left to work— deep and passionate and long enough to make you dizzy— and sink into his worn-in spot on the couch with you under his arm. He smiles at the comforting thought as he pushes the door in, humming under his breath as he steps inside. 

He drops his keys into the ceramic bowl near the door with a clink before he begins peeling his jacket and vest off. His arm is halfway in and out of his jacket as his ears perk at the music trailing down the hall from his room. He finishes shrugging his jacket off, tossing it over the La-Z-Boy before he stalks towards his room, taking care to cushion his steps. As he gets closer he can make out the faint synth and the clap of the drum machine; it’s Madonna, he realizes.

He dips his head to peek through the slit between the door and the frame, eyes glowing with mirth as a wide grin consumes his face.

Only when I’m dancing can I feel this free…

He hadn't expected to find this upon coming home. You’re usually stretched out across the sofa or his bed, mentally marking the bubbles of a quiz inside a Cosmo that Nancy let you borrow or smiling to yourself as you flip through the pages of one of your bodice ripper romances. Instead, from his vantage point, he can see you singing along to the tape that you’ve popped into his stereo, sipping a black cherry Tab as you skip around his room tidying up the cluttered space. You pick up discarded clothes from his floor, pinching that lacy number he stripped off of you that morning and dangling it over your pointer finger as you absentmindedly twirl it around before tossing it into the hamper.

Tonight I’m gonna dance with someone else…

As the song builds to its chorus you drop the clothes you're working with, take one more gulp of your soda and start bobbing your head and shaking your hips. With the way you sway, he can't help but admire how your frame fits under one of his ragged sleep shirts. Your legs are bare and enticing as you prance around with only your underwear on underneath, the reliable lilac pair that you wear flashing at him with every punctuated glide you make down your legs before flipping your hair back. 

Get into the groove,

Boy you’ve got to prove,

Your love to me…

Your voice picks up in confidence and volume. Even if you're not classically trained, you make up for the wavering notes and shifting keys with your enthusiasm as you stomp about his room, shaking your head and shifting your hair as you swivel and cock your hips in a way that has Eddie swooning against the door frame. The door kicks open wider as he watches you, tongue licking at his canine in amusement and adoration.

Your singing subdues into little mumbled harmonies and a few enunciated riffs as you drag your hands from your thighs up your rocking body, your fingers catching the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your ass to offer just a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it glimpse. You writhe like a charmed snake in a wicker basket, your hands meeting over your head as you slither in mesmerizing forms.

You fall away from your dance but maintain the skip in your step and the nod in your head as you bend over and snatch a pair of Eddie's boxers from the floor. You twirl in place, boxers held to your chest as you get lost in the music, shifting your feet to twist you around, eyes closed blissfully.

“At night I lock the doors, where no one else can see— AH!”

You scream, chucking the boxers at Eddie’s head as you’re startled. He ducks as the garment soars over his head and he laughs at your reaction.

“Jesus, sweetheart! You almost took me out with my own drawers!”

“Eddie!” You scold, with wide eyes and a small crinkle between your brows, “You scared the shit out of me!”

You’re clutching your chest with one hand as your breath relaxes but your eyes screw up in mild anger at the fact that he snuck up on you.

“M’sorry! Didn’t want to interrupt the show.”

You groan, your hands crawling over your face as you wince, “You saw that?”

Eddie steps towards you, soothing your embarrassment by rubbing at your arms.

“Mm-hmm, and, if I may say so,” he leans in to whisper into your ear, “it was very sexy.”

You sputter out a giggle at him before taking your hands and pulling at the loose thread along the collar of his t-shirt— perhaps you’re the reason all of his shirts have holes along the collar.

“Of course you would find it sexy,” you tease as your fingers migrate upwards to play with the ends of his hair. “You could watch me floss my teeth and get a semi.”

“Can you blame a guy?” He laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist to draw you closer. “With a girl as smokin’ as you, it’s impossible to keep the little guy down.”

You snort, letting your head fall into his chest as he strokes your hair.

You bask in the silence for a moment, the two of you shuffling your feet and breathing each other in. The song’s ended by now and moved on to another poppy dance number that fades into the background.

“Think you can teach me some of those moves?” He questions into your hairline.

You hum, a smile coating the sound as you lean back to look into his eyes.

“I dunno, don’t think you’re limber enough to pull off some of these crazed gyrations of this rock generation.”

He smiles down at you, leaning close enough to nip at your lips, “I’ll have you know I’m a proper Johnny Castle, baby.” His smile gives way to a contemplative yet amused shape, “And did you just quote Ted Nugent to me?”

You nod your head as a wide grin splits across your face.

“Oh, you don't know what you do to me, woman!”

You squeal as he hoists you up and throws you onto his bed, your head falling back against his pillows as you laugh from the excitement of it. You fall into soft hums of laughter that slip past your throat as Eddie follows you down and climbs up your body, nipping at your calves and thighs, pushing his nose against the hem of your— well, his shirt— to reveal that worn lilac cotton that you make look like a whole Victoria’s Secret set.

“And I’ll show you dancing, I’m quite skilled at Zee Wango, Zee Tango.”

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[imaginesmai]

I missed you - Azriel

This is smut, set in the baker!reader universe. If you want a timeline, it happens before Taken for reasons you'll find out at the end of this fic. You can read it without the previous parts, don't worry.

Plot: Azriel has been away for a month and comes back to a busy, cozy morning.

Warnings: porn with a tinny bitty plot, barely there.

“I missed you”

Even though his voice sounded far away, you knew Azriel was right behind you, his chest pressed tightly against your back. You felt the echoes of his question right where his throat touched your shoulder and neck. Where, in your humble opinion, he belonged.

He had been away for a little longer than a month, and it had been the longer you had been apart. He had arrived to your shared home two days ago, and you had only left the bed for the bare minimum necessary.

You doubted you’d be able to leave the bed in another two days.

“Me too” you answered back, your voice groggy with sleep.

“Thought about you every single day” his lips, swollen from your previous activities, followed the path of your pulse point. “Every hour”

You hummed for an answer, not actually registering his words. Only the feeling of his body curved around you. You were both naked, had been since he came back, but you weren’t ready to face the rest of the world yet.

And Azriel wasn’t either. The sheets moved around you as he pressed himself closer, tighter, and you noticed his intention before he was finished. The hand that was rubbing lazy circles over your belly lowered, his pinky finger adding a soft pressure over your clit.

You barely contained your moan when he pushed you farther against him, his cock slipping between your legs and rubbing itself where you needed him. You had discovered long ago the truth behind the wingspan theory, and blissfully, you cherished it again. Azriel lowered his hand until he could touch himself and tease you at the same time.

“Move” you demanded, trying to roll you hips. All sleep left you as his arousal hit your senses, as you felt him harden between your legs.

“So demanding. Maybe I don’t want to”

His lips curved against your neck, and you could have fallen right above the edge when his canines grazed your skin. Something about the primal need of being locked together after a month away made your knees weak.

The tip of his cock retreated far enough to press itself against your entrance, only to avoid it once more. The hand that wasn’t holding you against him appeared under your neck, and wrapped his fingers across your throat. Big enough to cover it whole, you breath shuttered when he squeezed.

“Thought about you naked and moaning under me too many times” Azriel confessed, barely moving. The soft friction wasn’t enough but felt like Starfall and fireworks together. “I whished it was you who squeezed my cock dry and not my hand”

“I already did” you reminded him. And you had – repeatedly since he came back. “I’ll have your cum leaking for a while”

“Love that”

His voice was deeper, broken out by a moan. There were few things that turned him on more that knowing he was in you. That his cum tainted your underwear when you left the room, that when not even an hour later he would have a finger inside, his cum had been there.

You had trouble following the pointless conversation when that certain finger entered you. The roughness of his scars had been a sensitive topic at the beginning of your relationship, but soon you had discovered that not many things felt as good as them.

Azriel pressed it to the hilt, applying pressure against your walls.

“Did you touch yourself? While I was gone?” he whispered, one of his shadows kissing your left nipple.

“Thought about me sitting on your cock while you worked, and then you fucking me on your work table” his hand almost cut your air supply, but you managed to continue. “Played with myself right there, and – “

Azriel squeezed your throat hard enough to leave bruises, but you didn’t mind as the finger retreated as his cock replaced it. Each time you took him felt like the first time, no matter how many had come before that one. He pushed it in two thrusts, that left his pubic hair right at your entrance.

Your face was harshly turned to the right and you were met with dark, lusted eyes. There was barely any hazel left, but you loved them anyway. His mouth was parted in a deep moan, and as he bottomed in and out slowly, you were enchanted by the pearls of sweat rolling down his forehead and the sounds leaving his lips.

His perfect, o shaped lips that he ran his tongue through. There was nothing more beautiful that Azriel for you. Him training, sleeping, talking. Smiling, thinking, walking. Anything he did was a piece of art to your eyes, and your favorite part was by far lusted Azriel.

The way his eyes darkened but his expression softened in pleasure and love, only for you. The grip on your throat relaxed enough for you to push yourself up and catch his lips. With your eyes closed, you only felt his hands moving you like a rag doll until you were laying on your back, his cock still inside you and his chest pressed against yours.

“Naughty girl” he whispered against your mouth, his tongue brushing your upper teeth. “Masturbating yourself in my office”

“I bet half of the camp heard you jacking off to my name” you answered, not willing to let a provocation go without a reply. “Like a beast in heat”

You locked your legs behind his calves, and used your now free hands to press him closer to you. The meat of his ass was tender and firm, and you squeezed it hard. Azriel drowned his groan against your lips, and without further invitation, showed you just what a beast he could be.

He pitoned in and out of you with a formidable strength, giving the sun was just coming up and he had stayed up late between your legs. His left hand rose to your breast and cruelly squeezed, capturing your nipple between his thumb and pointy finger.

You threw your head back in the pillow, crying out his name and leaving him access to your neck. His mouth was rough, long gone the sweet love-making of the last day. Your arms held onto his shoulders and sneaky fingers brushed against his wings.

When he almost crumbled against you, his legs giving up and his pace slowing, you smiled proudly to yourself.

“Poor Illyrian bat” you teased him. “No one to touch your wings for so long”

“Like you wouldn’t have killed them”

You didn’t bother answering, knowing it was true. Something as intimate as touching his wings, making him shudder even when he rutted, was yours. Neither of you lasted long after that, only another soft touch from you had him shouting your name roughly against your neck, probably all Velaris hearing him shattering his high.

Just watching him crumple was enough to make you cum, but if that wasn’t enough, one of his shadows, licked a deep stripe from your entrance to your clit, squeezing your button until your legs locked tightly around him and you broke.

After more orgasms than what you could count, you were sure that was the last one in you. Not even biting your lip was enough to stop the sounds leaving your soul, Azriel whispering something in your ear as he held you against his chest with one arm, your back not touching the bed.

The first ray of sun sneaking through the window hit the side of his face when you opened back your eyes. His hair was ruffled, his cheeks pinkish and his eyes bright. So bright and happy that you could look away.

You knew his life hadn’t been easy before you, that his past haunted him when he least expected it. His line of work was hard too, and his eyes had lost the innocence long before you met him. But sometimes, when it was just the two of you, you swore the boy Azriel could have been peaked through.

His smile was more radiant than any sun that could enter the room. You felt your heart warming your whole body at the pure, absolute love that you felt for him.

“I missed you” he repeated.

“Me too. You shouldn’t be allowed to leave for so long”

“Maybe Rhys has something to say about it”

“Maybe we have something to say about it”

Azriel’s hazel eyes traveled down your chest to your belly, where he could already notice the bump. It hadn’t been there when he left, and he had spent a good hour crying about it when he came back.

Laying back on his side, he left his hand over the life that you two had created. Tears quickly appeared in your eyes as you thought about it. You didn’t want to assume the gender, didn’t want to know until the birth. Everything you had gone through, the obstacles and the pain, was worthy when you imagined the life ahead.

It would be the last big mission Azriel went for a while. Rhysand had cancelled everything he had in mind for his shadowsinger when he learned the news, only leaving the inevitable one that he had already finished.

For the next seven months, Azriel would be yours to enjoy. Mornings waiting up to his sleeping face, meals together, and long nights between the sheets. It was enough to let the first tear roll down your cheek.

Azriel caught it quickly with his thumb. He leant down to press a slow kiss to your wobbling lips, his own heart racing.

“I won’t be leaving you ever” he admitted against your lips. “Not even when you want to kick me out for the pregnancy pains”

“Glad we’re agreeing on the culprit” you chuckled.

It was a different type of kiss; one you hadn’t shared with any past lovers. His lips brushed against yours with all the care and love he could muster through the bond, trapping your lower one between his teeth. It wasn’t rough or rushed.

With your eyes closed and your hand over his right above your future babe, you cherished the months to come.

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[hyewka]

Omg for your game beomgyu + hybrid ! Except he’s a bear hybrid since I don’t actually see it often despite him being a bear and though I love puppy hybrid gyu I want to see some bear gyu appreciation 😭🤭🤔

⭑ warnings; hybrid!au, switch!beomgyu, wolf!reader, mean femdom, dubcon, fwb, predator x prey, creampie, use of whore and bitch in demeaning ways, not proofread

⭑ send in a small prompt with the format of (member) + (nsfw prompt) and ill write you a small drabble!

you don't exactly know what the dumb cub's obsession with you comes from. you've never looked at him different than any other predator, and yet he has this weird big crush on you. does he know what's good for him or do all preys really just lack critical thinking?

"you're pretty," he babbles in answer of your question as you purposefully clamp down on his itty bitty thing. all it really has is girth. as expected of a bear.

"no duh. but i'm not the prettiest wolf out there so again, why do you like me so much?"

your eyes shoot open when beomgyu unexpectantly starts bucking his hips into your cunt, without permission. who the hell does he think he is?! you're about to curse him out, but as you lose your composure the faster he humps into your heat, he starts talking again.

"but y-you're the prettiest to me."

it's embarrassing how much those words have an effect on you. the heat that rushes up your cheeks is embarrassing, all of it is embarrassing, you're the one who's supposed to have him blushing and yet the dumb cub is the one having you so flustered. you manage to recover, quickly collecting yourself. you huff, taking it upon yourself to hold his wrists together over his head then using your right hand to trail under his shirt, pinching his nipples. that ought to teach him.

"ow! fuck! that hurt!" he shrieks, tears shooting to water his eyes.

"ill do it again if you act out little grizzly, sit there pliant or ill rip your little teddy ears off." he looks angry, frowning at you with his bottom lip stuck out like the baby he is, but really who is he to act like this? you're the one riding him and exerting all the effort while he sits against a tree. he should be grateful that you aren't a bigger bitch.

he looks like he wants to say something, but he keeps it in as his frown transforms to ecstasy, mouth agape as his brows knit together and god, his facial expression really has you horny, hoping you could at least cum from this too.

then he rips it away from you. again.

"gonna cum, keep going you're sooogood at this--h-ha fuckkk"

you blink dumbfounded, does he really think you'll let his dirty litter in your belly? god what a dumbass.

almost immediately you stop and his glossy eyes fly open, he really looks like the most precious thing as he tries and fails to hump you. "no--no fuck!"

you tsk, letting go of his wrists and getting off his dick, dusting off your top. "hoped you'd last a little longer," you murmur pulling your panties up, indifferent to the fact that you just ruined an orgasm for him and he's squirming to try and get his high back with his hand. you could tell he's failing.

it's almost like a power trip leaving the bear on his ass, ruined to shreds against the tree, hiccuping and panting, legs still spread like a whore-- you're satisfied with your work if anything. so you didn't expect to be hurled with your back against the tree, everything going so fast and seemingly out of nowhere, the light switch terrifying with how dangerously close beomgyus face is to yours, with your wrists pinned.

"god you're such a bitch," he growls lowly, and you shiver, for the first time seeing his canines in a more predatory light. "want me to treat you like one? throw you around and give it to you rough like all the asshole predators?"

you don't let your weakness show, trying to bury down your fear. "let me go if you know what's good for you beomgyu." you warn trying to stare him down with the same intense look. it's not as effective as it usually is because he doesn't stop, tightening his hold.

"want me to use you as a body rag? thats what you want right? will that get you to treat me better than a fucking second class citizen? fuck your pussy and breed you with my cubs?"

with every word, it's like venom, your nose flaring, you're pissed. but yet the last bit stirs something deep in you, it's all confusing. why're you into this? you like toys you can control, not someone so unpredictable. who is he to think he could speak to you like that anyway? just because you haven't killed him the first chance you got and kept him around your circle he's acting out like he's better than you, like you've wronged him. you sneer at him.

"i could brush my knee against your dick and you'd buckle to your knees gyu, that's how weak you are. you wouldn't know a thing about fucking me like a bitch." you whisper, keeping the demeaning smile on your face, trying to ignore the feeling of his nails digging into your skin further and further, no doubt bruising.

you expect it, him attaching himself to you again. no matter how much you get a little mean, his lips still crash onto yours, rough and greedy and grossly passionate, like he's trying to convince you of something. it's different this time, he's not holding back, slipping his hand down your pants not wasting any time to rub at your clit, not waiting for any instructions and your body is reacting.

"so wet." he sighs into the feeling of your pussy, squeezing in a second, then a third. "what a whore."

he's fast, he's experienced with his fingers, he knows exactly what you like and it's all your fault for instructing him this entire time. he always had a glint to his eyes, like he'd snap and take you himself. and you guess today was his last straw.

"fuck, beomgyu, i-i'm gonna cum.." it's humiliating, but your pussy clenches around his slender fingers, and you could hear him whimpering, like this gets him off too. even when he's the one in control, he's still as desperate.

suddenly, like your warning is the call he's been waiting for, he turns you back to have your body against the tree, and you know he wants to go along his promise to breed you. suddenly you feel the emptiness of his fingers, and you're about to complain before he takes both your wrists in his hand, having them behind your back, his dick proding your entrance. "ready bitch?"

"beomgyu i swear if you cum inside of me-"

he doesn't listen, of course he doesn't. your tits bounce with each and every thrust and you just hope to the gods that nobody finds you like this. he's totally gone savage, trying to drill his cock deep into your pussy, whispering all sorts of filthy words. if everything before wasn't a big whiplash this was it.

even when you orgasm around his dick, he isn't satisfied. "beomgyu-fuck! stop please it h-hurts-"

"im not stopping until i have your tummy filled. ill make you have my babies." he says with so much conviction, his breath staggering.

"for the last time we can't breed dumb cub!" is what you wish you could say but all you're capable of with the mush state of your mind is intelligible moans. he's as fast and ruthless, playing with your tits when he can, not missing a second to kiss all over your neck.

you've lost to beomgyu of all people, how humiliating.

note; I haven't read over this but hopefully it's okay, crossing my fingers 😭

#✶ ━━ rana ; answered #txt smut #beomgyu smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #hybrid smut #🌷. rana thoughts

[romanticintheory]

on my knees BEGGING for more price and civilian!reader. i just read it and i can’t stop thinking about all the cute itty bitty interactions- their date, their convos, maybe him meeting her surprisingly scary dog (currently in love thinking about COD men and K9s yknow?).

Like if there’s not a single supporter for this, i’m dead in a ditch somewhere

what it's like dating john price as a civilian.

john price x gn!reader

part 1

more fluff, more domesticity, me being down bad

a/n: KSAHDASDKJ im so glad u love them as much as i do!! hope this does them justice for u <3

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the date went really well, thankfully. he showed up at your place ready to pick you up with the bouquet of flowers he knew you deserved. call him old-fashioned, but he was adamant on making sure you didn't have to lift a finger for anything.

hell, he even asked you why you were standing out there in the cold by yourself, saying, "i could have come to your door so you didn't have to freeze all the way out here, sweetheart!"

he held out his hand for you to take as he guided you down the stairs, opened your side of the door for the car, and always walked with you on the side closest to the street.

the movie was a cute action comedy. it was even funnier with john because he'd sometimes pipe up at the action sequences talking about how unrealistic some scenes were.

when you told john that the main character's actor, a built, older-looking man, was used to be your celebrity crush in high school, he couldn't help but let a chuckle rumble in his throat and ask, "got a type then, love?"

"yeah, probably do," you admitted shamelessly.

the dinner was just as nice as the movie: he took you out to a nice restaurant and hung onto every word you spoke. likewise, you couldn't take your eyes off him whenever he told you stories about him and his boys.

he wouldn't tell you stories about him doing his job, mostly because he didn't want to disturb you with what he's had to do. he did, however, happily tell you stories about the ridiculous things he's seen his task force get up to.

"they sound like a handful," you said warmly, "you sure they're not your kids?"

"no, but they certainly sound like it," he leaned just a little bit closer to hear you better over the chatter of the restaurant.

"i get that. i've got a handful at home, too." you paused to take a sip of your drink. "a little puppy."

"really? what's its name?"

when he takes you back home, he wordlessly walks you back to your door.

"would you like to meet beau, john?" you ask, hand hovering over the door you unlocked.

he opens his mouth to speak but gets interrupted by the sound of scratching and a dog panting on the other side of the door.

"well, only if he's okay with meeting me."

when you open the door, john is surprised to see a full-grown rottweiler launching at him at full speed. for a second, he saw his life flashing before his eyes before he realized the wagging of beau's tail.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry!" you call out immediately, "he's usually more polite around strangers. beau- beau get down!"

john only laughs at your panic and took your dog's friendliness as a sign to pet him. "'s alright, love. i trust you enough to know you wouldn't put me in harm's way."

he takes in beau's stature. from the looks of his larger-than-average size, he might be a guard dog for you. or maybe you just wanted company and decided to hone in on his scariness and bulk by adding that spiked collar.

"so, a puppy, huh?" he points outed humorously, locking eyes with you after realizing that your canine was, in fact, fully grown.

"hey, he's still a puppy to me!" you interject, kneeling down beside john's crouched figure to also show the rottweiler some affection.

"i see," he nods thoughtfully, turning his attention back to beau. "you're just as gorgeous as your owner, huh?"

your face is on fire again. "you flatter me, john."

"how does the saying go? it's not flattery if it's true?" he stands up much to the disappointment of beau and to take a step closer to you.

"you're too kind."

"jus' trying to treat you like how you deserve."

it's like he's trying to light you aflame on purpose. your embarrassment grows so much you have to cover the smile on your face with your hand. once your face has cooled down, you take a deep breath and let your hand fall down back to your side.

"thank you for tonight," you say quietly. "i had a really good time."

"glad to hear," he replies. "'m also happy to see beau likes me, too."

"well, we both have that in common, i guess."

"oh, who's doing the flattery, now?" john says playfully, his hands on his hips as you laugh softly at him.

"still you!" you insist.

"hm. maybe next time we can figure it out, yeah?" he proposes, a hopeful glint in his eye.

"next time? you already ready for a second date, price?"

oh, he was ready for more, but he didn't think you were ready to hear that.

"unless you're not," he tells you slowly, afraid of pressuring you into saying yes already.

sensing his worry, you reassure him with, "how could i not be?"

he relaxes at your admission and leans forward to give you a kiss on the cheek. "i've got your number. next week sound fine to you?"

"of course. whatever you like, soldier," you nodded, the lingering feeling of his lips on your cheek leaving a tingling sensation. if you were just a bit more confident, you would have kissed him then and there.

"i'll see you then, love."

he bends down to give beau a well-deserved goodbye pet before turning to leave, looking you in the eyes one last time before leaving for home.

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[citruslullabies]

Hi! （＾Ｏ＾）

Could u write a little fluff with CatNap and DogDay? ( Something like: poor dog can’t asleep, but the cat helps him? )

I’ll be very happy,lmao…(*⁰▿⁰*)

Hello! I took an itty bitty creative liberty, hope you don't mind!

Trigger warnings: derealization

Romantic/platonic: unspecified

Requested by: anonymous

Category: fluff (with an underlying angst)

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x Catnap

Word count: 287

Nighty night

Dogday whimpered as the storm carried on, holding his ears as he shook underneath the covers. He was at his best friend Catnap's house for a one on one sleepover. Why did storms always happen during the happiest of moments?

The feline was making hibiscus tea, yawning as he came out with two cups. His ears twitched beneath his nightcap, seeing his shaking friend who was deathly afraid of the storm. He slowly walked over and set the cups down, rubbing the canine's back. “Dogday? Is everything alright?” The sleepy feline asked.

The dog whimpered and shook his head, slowly looking up at his best friend with tear filled eyes as he sniffled. “It's loud, I can't sleep…”

Normally, Dogday would tough it out. But that's when he was with everyone and not just his best friend, where he had to be the light in the darkness. But when it was just him and Catnap; they acted as each other's light. Catnap carefully lifted Dogday up with his paws, wrapping his tail around the other. He purred loudly as he nuzzled against him, patting the top of Dogday's paw with his. “It'll be alright, would you like me to help?” He asked softly. Out of desperation, Dogday nodded and smiled, clinging onto the feline and bouncing up and down excitedly. “Yes please!” He said with pure excitement.

Catnap giggled at his friends' antics, and released a very small dosage of red smoke. Watching as the other slowly and happily closed his eyes, snuggling against him and wrapping their tails together. Purring away into the night as they fell asleep.

Dogday woke up to the reality of being chained and only half of who he used to be.

Thanks for requesting!

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[thepenultimateword]

Until Death Do Us Part: Part 2

@writing-on-the-wahl I have finally completed my bribe! I hope you enjoy!

Part One

Villain considered running. One more last-ditch, blind dash for the exit. Who cared who tried to stop her? However, no sooner did Superhero drop her hand, than he scooped her into a bridal carry.

Her breath hitched as she bumped against his chest, her entire body freezing within his heroic--dangerous--grip. Those circling arms would crush her if she wasn't careful. She'd experienced that strength before, only not with her own body. Over a dozen robotic shells had fallen victim to Superhero's hands, now little more than ripped and flattened scrap, she didn't want to imagine what he could do to a human body.

Superhero strode with a pace untethered from the laws of gravity, quickly bursting through the blur of brown and gold that was the exit and floating the wide staircase to the sidewalk. She barely sucked in one last breath of cool spring air, before the hero bustled her skirts around her and tucked her into the leathered backseat of a waiting car.

She immediately felt around for the door handle but found it locked. A moment later the opposite door slammed shut as Superhero slid in beside her.

"Here." Cool plastic slid over her ears and the bridge of her nose and suddenly she could see again.

Superhero's face grinned wickedly into her own, appearing even more devilish with a sharp red-haired, long-canined, high-cheekboned combo.

"I made sure one of my people got them back for you."

How magnanimous, Villain wanted to spit, but instead only managed a quivering glare.

Superhero grinned wider. “So cute.”

Villain bristled. Did he take her seriously at all? Maybe not since it had been so easy to haul and bind her here. She had never wished more for one of her suits.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t say that, hm? So…intimidating?”

That was enough.Villain's entire face flushed with fury. “Don’t make fun of me!”

Superhero cackled. “I’m not! I’m not! I just didn’t expect you to be so expressive; your reactions are so fun. If it helps, you really do intimidate me, even all itty bitty.”

Villain folded her arms across her chest and stared firmly out the window. She refused to give Superhero what he wanted. What that was…she didn’t exactly know, but as long as she didn’t speak or look at him at all, she should squash it out soundly.

Superhero chuckled, leaning toward the driver out of Villain's peripheral. "Let's go home, Hero."

Villain jolted, whipping toward the front seat where the usually bedheaded and raggedy vigilante really was seated in a only slightly crumpled suit and tie.

"You got it!" Hero chirped, and the car lurched into motion.

Villain couldn't believe this. How much reach did Superhero have over the heroing community? She expected this sort of behavior from him; he'd never made a secret of his willingness to misuse power or compromise morals for results. But Hero always gave her stray kitten vibes, always mewing at people's heels or spitting at the big dogs but not an ounce of real guile in his body.

Maybe she was bad at reading people. She hadn't thought Superhero was serious about flirting with her either.

Superhero leaned back, settling one long arm across the back of Villain's seat. "Don't grimace so hard, dear, you'll get wrinkles."

Villain fought the urge to scoff. Or bite. Right, of course, he didn't want any damage to his little prize.

"Glaring is no better."

"Shut up!" she snapped but still didn't dare wrench forward in case it encouraged him to place his hands on more than her seat.

Her breath caught in her lungs as the full extent of her situation settled on her, weighing like heavy stones she couldn't seem to lift, aching and suffocating on her chest. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.

She pressed her forehead to the cool window, glasses digging into the bridge of her nose. It took several seconds for her to exhale any air to cloud it.

"Come now, Villain," Superhero said. "Being married to me isn't so bad. I'm cute aren't I?"

Villain clenched her fists tighter in her lap.

"What?" Hero piped from the front seat. "No, you're not; you're ugly."

"Whaaat?"

Hero grinned in the rearview mirror. "Just being truthful."

"You just don't appreciate my softer beautiful because you're used to Sidekick's raw edges," Superhero said matter-of-factly.

Hero's expression turned melty as warm ice cream, like his grin might slide right off his face. "She's scary and beautiful, and that's why I love her."

Sidekick. The ex-assassin. Was she in on this too? Villain's chances of escape really were getting slimmer and slimmer.

She focused on breathing, in and out, in and out. Her heart rate slowed a fraction, but the nervous racing seemed impossible to quell entirely. Not with whatever horrors awaited her. She barely noticed the turns they took or the streets they traveled., so she was surprised and filled with dread when Hero finally announced, "Here we are!" and pulled into a wide driveway.

Villain wiped the wide circle of fog off her window. She had expected a mansion, or a 100-story skyscraper with a penthouse, or even a tunnel to a secret underground base. She did not expect the perfect model of domestic suburbia.

Two squat, square stories with a wrap-around porch, peeling blue shutters with pink and lavenders flowers painted up the sides, and a little herb garden growing beside the steps

"You live here?" she said before she could catch herself.

"We live here," Superhero corrected. "Mind if I carry you across the threshold?"

Villain cringed away from his outstretched hands, causing Superhero to frown and Hero to bark a laugh.

"Well...I'll hold your hand then."

Superhero's fingers suddenly twined in hers, tugging her across the seat and out of Superhero's side of the car.

"Let go!" She sank her nails as hard as she could into his knuckles, but he merely grinned through a wince.

"I can't really do that, can I? You'll run right off, and no doubt you'll be brilliant at it, and I'll have to spend all night tracking you down. So unless you'd prefer ropes and manacles--"

"I would!"

Superhero blinked. "Well. Unfortunately, I don't have anything like that, so you'll have to make do with this--" He lifted their twined hands. "--for a few more steps."

Villain dug her heels into the pavement, but Superhero easily managed to drag her up the steps and across the threshold, locking the door behind them before finally letting her free.

Villain, pulling back with all her strength against his grip, toppled at the sudden release, landing hard on her tailbone. Superhero extended a hand to help her, but ignored it, scrambling up quickly and sinking into the corner behind the coat hanger .

"Living room is through here." Superhero gestured to an arched opening beside the entryway, not even addressing her avoidance. "Kitchen aka meeting room is down the hall. The bathroom is that door to the left, and there's another upstairs next to Hero's room. Sidekick is down in the basement which is also a sort of armory thing." He waved his hand flippantly at that description. "I'm the room at the far back, it's a little bigger but don't be jealous, it's seniority and the fact the house is in my name. Hero can show you to your room: it's the one at the top of the stairs.

"What?" Villain gripped hard to coatrack but peeked out from behind a burgundy sleeve.

"You know, that place where you'll be sleeping and keeping your things?"

Villain blinked. “My room?”

"Of course, what sort of devil do you take me for?”

She narrowed her eyes. "The type that forces people to marry him against their will."

Superhero draped himself over the stair railing. "Well, obviously you're not staying in my room, you'll clutter it up with your robot junk, and besides the bed's not big enough."

"Superhero," Hero said from where he hung back against one of the passage walls, "maybe now is the time to tell her?"

"Tell me what?"

"Oh, alright," Superhero said, "but show her her room first, I'm sure she'd kill to get out of that dress. And I don't mean that as hyperbole."

Villain refused to move until Superhero had removed himself from the stairwell and into the kitchen, as far away from her as she supposed she was going to get.

Hero trotted up the stairs like a young colt, gangly and ungrateful. He nearly tripped over the top step, but quickly balanced himself with outstretched arms. Villain followed slower, needing to grab her ridiculous train skirt in a bundle in her arms to even see her feet in front of her. Hero waited in the doorway as picked her way to the top. First one by the stairs, just as Superhero said.

Except for a twin bed under the window, a bedstand, and a dresser against the back wall, the room was unfurnished. As far as decorations went, a lamp with a pink ruffled shade sat on the bedstand beside a metal pencil cup all made up of screws and bolts to look like a squat robot. Instead of pencils, a variety of colored lollipops stuck out the top of his head.

"I told Superhero you'd hate that," Hero said, motioning to the cup. "But he saw it at a thrift store last week and insisted."

"How long has he been planning this?" Villain asked, eyeing the lollipops uncomfortably. Was it a coincidence or had another villain informed Superhero that she tended to keep one in her mouth while she worked? No doubt Supervillain had shared all sorts so intimate information with the heroes already. He'd never liked her, and she'd been too unbothered to worry about what he noticed.

"About a month?" Hero said. "Give or take a week?"

Villain insides dropped. Had Supervillain been in agreement that long too? Were the two of them just watching her? Biding their time until she was vulnerable enough to strike? She was an idiot, she never should have drawn Superhero's attention in the first place. But then...what had she done exactly? She'd fought Superhero like she would anyone else. Yes, there'd been a little more flirtation than with the others, but any sane person would have realized that wasn't an invitation.

"He's really not as bad as he seems," Hero said, reading the furrows in her expression.

"Then you marry him," Villain spat.

Hero winced. "No, I didn't mean...I mean the situation he's put you in isn't as bad-- No, that sounds pretty bad too... You're really just going to have to hear him out to understand. Though I can tell you this isn't exactly what it looks like. I'll um...be waiting outside until you're ready. There are some clothes in the dresser."

Hero ducked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Villain was glad to find a lock on the inside, twisting and testing it before immediately yanking at the ties and zipper on her back. She got it about halfway undone before losing patience and struggling the rest over her head. Her hair staticked around her face, but it felt nice to have all that weight off, and she took great satisfaction in throwing the balled wad of lace and frills into the corner.

She half expected the drawers to be full of pretty clothing just as uncomfortable and twice as revealing, but the first drawer contained several pairs of sweats and jeans, the second a few tolerable blouses. The third was empty, but Villain was thankful for the absence of underclothes. She didn't even want to imagine Superhero shopping for such things with her in mind.

She chose a pair of thick black sweat and an oversized t-shirt was a soda logo on the front, a little surprised at the nice texture of the fabric. As she opened the door, she didn't wait for Hero to guide her back downstairs, instead marching straight past him, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Superhero sat at the table with shoes kicked off and tie undone, annoyingly unconcerned as he ate a bowl of yogurt. In a moment of boldness, Villain plopped into the seat straight across from him, glaring murderously over her glasses.

"Sorry," Superhero said, mouth full. "I skipped breakfast. Wedding nerves."

"What's going on?" Villain said.

"Did you eat breakfast? We've got oranges, yogurt, cereal, this gross breakfast smoothie mix Sidekick keeps buying. Once we know what you like we can start--"

Villain pounded both fists against the table. The frustration exploded and simmered down in an instant. She shouldn't have done that. Not in the middle of a hero base without any resources to defend herself. She sank back against her chair, arms wrapped around her knees. With the right tools, she could be big, deadly, threatening. As herself...well she'd learned early on that if she was in trouble it was better to be small. People skimmed over you. They didn't take you seriously, but they also didn't worry.

"Sorry," Superhero said.

Villain's gaze shot up from her toes to Superhero's tired hand over his face.

"You need an explanation. Everything just...gets more complicated after this."

Villain rested her chin on her kneecaps and waited for the hero to continue.

"To start, this," he waved between Villain and himself, "is a front. I needed an inside ally, but I also needed them close and out of Supervillain's range of power."

A hot and cold mixture rushed Villain's intestines, relief and anger and confusion and resistance. She wet her lips. "And I had the luck of the draw?"

Superhero tipped their hand back and forth in the air. "Sort of. I probably could have picked someone else just as well, but you checked quite a few boxes: you're a villain who has met Supervillain, you commit crime for a purpose and avoid hurting people, you're not psychotic, and you are one of the only villains that I can see being really formidable. Oh and of course there was palpable tension between us."

Villain made of show of gagging.

Superhero pouted, "No need to be so rude. The people--and Supervillain--really ate it up."

"So..."Villain said slowly, slowly uncurling her legs and lifting her fingernails out her palms. "You married me so that I would help you take down Supervillain?"

"Yes, like I said, it won't be strange if we're seen together now. And I think I made a big enough show for people to believe you're just a trophy. And as far as Supervillain knows, we have a deal. You for a blind eye to them. I'll let them think that's true for a while but--"

"Why would I even help you after all this?" Villain clenched her jaw, forcing herself calm. "This was quite possibly the worst day of my life, and you want me to forget and work with you?"

"I'm pretty sure after what they did to you, you want to destroy Supervillain as much as I do."

"I also want to destroy you."

"You can try."

Superhero and Villain both swiveled their heads toward Hero as he slid in on the other end of the table. He shrugged at their furrowed faces. "Once Supervillain is taken care of, you'll have plenty of opportunities to fight Superhero. You might even know a little more about him."

Superhero looked about ready to complain but then stopped. "He's right. Wouldn't you rather destroy me after learning all my weaknesses?"

Villain sank against the table, rubbing her temples with her index and middle fingers. She wasn't sure what to do. She did want Supervillain gone, and not only because she wanted vengeance. He was a plague on this city, even from a criminal standpoint. And he would only get more power. But she hated the idea of being on Superhero's side almost as much.

"If I was to decline...would you let me go?"

"Afraid not," Superhero said. "Things have already been set in motion. I can't make a deal to marry you and then pretend it never happened."

"You could've asked me before having me kidnapped."

"You would have said no."

Probably. But Superhero didn't know that for sure. How dare he assume he knew her. How dare he force her to... Another thought suddenly crossed her mind.

"Are we really married?" she asked.

Superhero grinned that signature devilish grin. "Legally, yes. I didn't want Supervillain to become suspicious if he went digging. But it can easily be annulled later, after all, you hardly consented."

"Don't you care about your reputation? A superhero marrying a villain, let alone forcing it against her will is hardly a good look for your precious citizens."

Superhero shrugged. "Once it's all over I'll give a statement explaining everything, but honestly, my reputation is already bad, so it hardly matters if it gets worse."

Right. Superhero was the questionable hero. The one who valued results over ethicality. Did he really not care what people thought of him? It seemed unlikely in an organization that depended on civilian cooperation and sponsors, but Villain was one to talk. She didn't make nice with the criminal underbelly either.

"Well," Villain said, "you've made it abundantly clear I have no other choice. Let's get this over with. You mentioned something about robot junk?"

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[annahxredaxted]

New neighbor (sweethearts Version)

Characters: Milo/Sweetheart

Type: slice of life

Tw: cursing.

The neighbor in question is female, please don’t come for me.

(It was a poll)

————

Sweetheart swiftly strode into the room, shorts and a tee shirt, relaxed and at ease. When they’d walked into the living room, they’d caught milo inspecting their bookshelf, now now of course milo was allowed to read from it. But it was in fact the books they’d hoarded since their teen years, and the specific genres didn’t seem like they’d appeal to Milo.

“Whatcha looking for stink-butt?” They jokingly asked, poking out behind him, resting their head on his shoulder.

He jumped at the sudden voice.

“God damnit sweetheart! You damn near gave me a heart attack!” He proclaimed breathing heavily, one hand clutching his tank top, bending over, with his other hand on his knee.

“Sorry Milo,” they chuckled to themselves, kissing his cheek “,it just riles you up to much to not scare you.”

He rolled his eyes, bringing them in his embrace, sourly hugging them. “Whatever you fuckin monster.” He mocked, kissing their head.

“Anyways,” they started, looking at Milo then back at the heavily stuffed bookcase. “,what are you lookin to read?” They asked, raising their eyebrows.

He looked at them, moving his hands to their waist.

“Ehh I dunno. I’m just sick of watching TV, ‘was looking for something to sit down and read.” He explained away, rubbing light circles in his sweethearts waist.

“Oh yeah that makes sense,” they muttered. “, I just don’t think you’d have interest in any of these- well actually hold on.” They broke of contact with Milo, turning to the shelf.

“You might like this one. It’s not bad. By bad I mean scary- like at all.” They chuckled, handing him some random Nancy drew book.

“Fitting.” He chuckled, picking the book up readying the blurb in a British accent.

“Shut up you asshole.” They laughed out loud, playfully slapping him upside his head.

He smiled lopsidedly, his canine tooth sticking out the bottom of his upper lip.

They smiled back at their beautiful boyfriend, gazing deeply into his enchanting sea foam eyes, observing his face, his freckles, scars, moles, and itty bitty hairs poking out from when he’d shaven earlier that day. They thought about how much they’d loved him. And always would love them.

“I love you milo” Sweetheart said, raspiness in their voice at their attempt to whisper. Milo smiled bigger, one of his eyes almost shutting.

“I love you too baby.”

They smiled, resting their head against his shoulder.

“Oh wait sweetheart i forgot something in the car, here come with me it’s for you.” Milo stated, moving swiftly towards the front door.

“What? Like a gift?,” they asked. Milo nodded. They begrudgingly groaned “,Milo…” they held the O longer than necessary.

“Oh come on Sweetheart. I swear I know you don’t like gifts, and I didn’t set out to buy you one, but I saw it and thought of you so I just had too!” He defended himself smiling.

They rolled their eyes and followed him out to His car.

As they walked outside they saw a woman, about their age, walking up to their house, holding flowers.

Sweetheart raised an eye brow.

“Here I’ll handle this you get the thing.” They whispered to milo, he nodded. They walked up to the woman, meeting her halfway.

The Woman smiled, Sweetheart recognized her— she was their neighbor across the street. She has a husband in the military, If the flag on her house had anything to say about it.

“Hi, Can I help you?” Sweetheart asked politely

“Hii I’m Katy, I’m your neighbor. Welcome into the neighborhood.” She exclaimed.

Sweetheart nodded with a smile “thank you.” They muttered.

Katy looked at them, then at the house behind them. “Is your husband home?” She asked, looking around.

“My- My.. Husband..?,” they paused “,oh you mean Milo. No he’s my boyfriend, and yeah he’s home, just in the garage.” They explained away.

“Boyfriend?..” Katy repeated with a gleam in her eyes. “,how long?” She asked with a shred of hope.

“Oh uh six years. Nearly seven.” They stated, sticking their hands in their pockets.

That surely made Katy feel a wee less hopeful.

She scowled oh so slightly, a fake smile plastered on her face.

“Oh well I’d love To meet him. You know, get to know the new neighbors.” She said, grinning.

“Oh sure,” sweetheart started “, Milo! Can you come here please!” They yelled, facing the garage, seeing milo walk out with a bag in hand.

Said action made Katy’s eyes literally light up, she straightened her posture, brushing her shirt off.

“Hey there,” he said with a bit of gruffness to his voice “, nice to meet ya, I’m Milo.” He introduced himself, holding his hand out to shake hers.

She immediately grabbed his hand, shaking it lightly, as her hand pulled away, she caressed his knuckles, being sure to go slower than necessary.

Sweetheart nearly died laughing, but they maintained themselves, stifling their laughter.

“Pleased to.. meet you I guess.” Milo muttered.

“Pleasures all mine.” She winked, “oh! Here’s the flowers- fresh from my garden, picked specifically for you two.” She said, snootily Turning her head away from sweetheart.

They couldn’t help but let out a quick laugh at her action.

She snapped her head at them.

“Something funny?” She asked with a fake smile, raising a brow with a sick cold look in her eyes.

Sweetheart immediately stopped. “No.” They muttered, looking down with a smirk being hidden on their face. “,just..allergies.” They explained away

“I think we need to go back to our—,” milo thought for a second. “The stove! It’s running we need to head inside, right Sweetheart?” He asked smiling at them

“Stove— oh yes! Our stove!” Sweetheart agreed, going along with Milo.

They both smiled, stifling laughter, walking swiftly back to the front door as Katy yelled a hasty ‘goodbye’

•••

The two of them closed the door, chuckling slightly before walking further into the living room.

“Some people are extremely bad at being secretive.” Milo said rubbing his head.

“You got that right. Oh my god I think if I turned away for even a second she woulda pounced.” Sweetheart laughed breathily rubbing their eyes.

Milo laughed, pulling them closer, peppering their cheek in kisses and rubbing their back, in between laughs.

“Mmm I love you..” milo muttered against their neck leaving a lightly kiss.

They smiled, looking him in the eye.

“I love you..More..” they cackled with a smile before milo and kissed them and said,

“Let’s not start that.” He laughed

“Let’s not”

“After all, everyone knows I love you more than you ever could.” Milo said before laughing and kissing them once more.

••••

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[meowmeowriley]

Hi costume anon here! I love goth Soap and tech Gaz so much!!!!!!!

Do I have ideas about the effects of repeated and long term exposure to ghostly energy?why yes, yes I do >:3c

Okay Ghost isn’t a full Ghost (ha!) which means he operates on a plain/wavelength (or what have you) closer to humans then a regular goulie would, close enough that a little bit of the extra energy the run off starts to affect the mortals around him… (you can use this for horror or comedy depending on how far you want to take it (I don’t think it would lead to death though))

At first there’s a bit of lethargy and a feeling of lingering cold slight numbness and or tingling on fingers and toes easily ignore or brushed off

Insomnia would hit after that and if they were early birds they’d slowly become night owls but again given what the guys have been through they don’t think much about it

It isn’t until they get sick and they start leaking a little ecto that things start dawning on them (queue the angst (Ghost sulks and tries to avoid them ( this does not work)))

After a while their colds (he he) settle down but if they remain paler then before and their canines are a little sharper, they can see a little better in the darkness and have a feeling of general otherness about them who’s to say?

Itty-bitty baby cores they can’t replenish on their own so when soap gets angry people get static shocks if they touch him and it’s a little easer for Gaz to hack tech when he can speak tech. I’d also wager they’d build a tolerance to Ghost abilities so the ghostly wail and cold glare wouldn’t effect them much maybe they could even sense him.

The speed with which the changes happen would be determined by length and rate of exposure

I hope this isn’t to much rambling my autistic arse would not stop thinking about this even when I had things to do today lol

I hope you have a great day!

RAAAAAAHHHHH YOU'VE SOLD ME ON IT

Nobody would notice them being tired or testy, because they're in the military, everyone's tired and testy. They have caffeine addictions, but so does every soldier. They bark orders at recruits, but come onnnn they're sergeants. It's literally their job to be tough on lower ranks.

Ghost would sulk thinking he's hurting his friends, meanwhile-

Gaz: "who needs wifi when you ARE the wifi?!" Happily tip-tapping away on a laptop that absolutely should not be getting signal where they are, and yet he's getting better signal and faster internet than anyone else does on fucking base. Suddenly he's got controll of all the electronics the enemies have. Drones self destruct, turrets open fire, every door simultaneously locks, trapping men. The enemy base is in chaos.

Soap: "AHAHAHAHAHA! Zippity zap, pippity pop! And yer transformers all go BOOM!!!" His eyes shine brightly and electricity crackles and dances through his mohawk. Distant explosions as the every transformer and junction box gets overloaded simultaneously. There's fire everywhere.

Through their constant proximity to Ghost, and constant use of their powers, it doesn't take long for them to both become powerhouses in their own right.

Tbh, I fucking love electricity powers for Soap. I know we all headcanon him as a pyro, a firy little demon man, but I really think electricity suits him. Ever seen an outlet shoot sparks? They're blue! Not all the time, but still. Blue's always been his color, to me at least. Ever seen a transformer exploded? Big ol' fireball. And he'd cause constant electrical fires if he could.

Anyhow! Fuck I love this AU 🥰 And you! You're brilliant!

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[dnangelic]

full name. niwa daisuke (丹羽大助) / dark mousy (ダーク・マウジ) / kokuyoku (黒翼) pronunciation. knee-wa die-skay / dark mow-see ( mau-jee ) / ko-ku-yo-ku meaning of name.  kanji for red/rust-colored + wings/feathers, english for lacking light + timid or lacking in character / black wings aliases. dark / dark, sagami yuma, gondawara saburouta, whatever else he feels like age. 14-15 / 2000+  date of birth. nov 11 place of birth. azumano, jp zodiac sign. scorpio species. human / live artwork race. jp nationality. jp gender. male sexuality. it's complicated profession. middle school student, phantom thief, hikari artwork tamer

appearance.

height. 5′2 (160cm) / 5'11 (180cm) weight. eety bitty but not too eety bitty / skinny ass twink  eye. red / red or violet hair. red / black or violet complexion. fair / light  build. small, but fit / tall, fit and acrobatic voice. soichiro hoshi (if i had to pick between him or miyu irino) / onosaka masaya (sorry okiayu) traits. perpetual rosy red flush on his cheeks. easily prone to tears. when he transforms into dark, his pupils are often the first thing to change. very fluffy hair. / slit, almond-shaped pupils. canines a little too sharp. black wings, retractable 'talons' (nails). no fingerprints, few visible hand grooves, extremely cold hands. feathery, lightweight hair.

parents. emiko and kosuke niwa. daiki niwa, daisuke's grandfather, also lives within the niwa family mansion. siblings. none, unless you count argentine for dark given others have called them 'like brothers' before.  children. n/a enemies. hiwatari, krad, the hikari at large, but also not really. figures related to law and law enforcement are the natural enemies of any thieves.

mental.

education. still in middleschool / has all sorts of random, excessive skills and talents, none of them particularly useful literacy. jp, eng, assortment of european languages (french, italian, german, etc) languages. same as above  disorders. well he's quite literally cursed for one thing. avoidant and occasional dissociative tendencies, absorbs much of dark's depression / deeply ingrained learned helplessness and depression, any other mental illness you can imagine an ancient isolated personality that learned to cope through theater kid methods can have habits. toying with and unlocking imaginary locks with his hands when he gets nervous. curls up into his knees and refuses to move when he gets depressed. fleeing from others as soon as he feels his heartrate pick up. / grinning, smirking, sneering, etc. he's naturally grabby and handsy and performs a lot of skillful, dexterous tricks with anything inanimate he can grab or touch around him.

traits.

positive. compassionate, responsible, good under pressure neutral. impulsive/quick-acting, protective/possessive, sensitive, sentimental, independent, rebellious negative. self-blaming, reckless, insecure, volatile, impatient

moral alignment.

jung. INFP / ENFJ enneagram. 2w1 (caregiver/reformer), 8w7 (challenger/noncomformist) four temperaments. melancholic / choleric tropes. red eyes take warning, satan is good, magnificent bastard, obfuscating stupidity, beauty and the beast/fractured fairy tale archetypes. innocent / joker tarot cards. the moon / the tower, the devil

#TAGMEME. #mmmmhm! #reference.

[tokillamockingbird427]

Just imagine Riley gets out one day [somebody left a door or window open] and finds a box of german sheperd puppies, which he brings back home one by one

There's like fifteen puppies, so it's absolutely chaos

Riley went and got herself some babies because they were tired of Logan and Hesh not getting the idea. Took a page out of Elias's book and just found some that she yoinked up by the scruff.

Logan cries real tears because they're so cute. Just sobbing his heart out on the floor getting swarmed by the cutest land piranhas to exist. Hesh is trying to count them and failing, eventually gives up and cleans up the mess (they got one of his shoes) before going to find Elias and ask wtf they're supposed to do. Elias laughs his ass off about it before getting his shit together.

They foster the pups for a bit, because Riley obviously wanted some damn kids, but eventually they all get adopted. Pretty much all of them go to various GI's or said GI's families that the Walkers know, to be kept as civilian pets or trained into military canines.

And they do keep one of the pups themselves, who will become prime doggo when Riley retires but acts as an assistant for now. (Hesh, being the big softie he is, wanted them to keep the smallest one. So Ripley's itty bitty but very smart.)

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #logan walker #hesh walker #riley walker #elias walker #beloved anon #riley should be the ghosts mascot

[fantasy-fields-bitty-center]

Hihii!! Can I adopt a Candy (Toga Lamia) with a lot of morphs? Doesn’t matter which ones, I just want a bunch of em! I wouldn’t mind one with a disorder either!

We have a Candy Lamia for you! His name is Lex and they go by He/They pronouns, with a preference more for he/him, he has ASD and ADHD, as well as anxiety and depression, he was in a bitty hording situation due to all his morphs but was returned due to him trying to get blood, he seems to have pica specially with blood and just likes the taste and will use it without using their quirk!

He has the offcolor and calico morph, making him blood orange, blood red, and candy red! And the glitter morph, as well as the winged type C morph, the Fall morph(giving him leaf like patterns), Horned type A(giving him horns like Millie in hellova boss but colors like male imps lol), Black light(the candy red parts glow under blacklight), the Vampire morph, and the Fanged type D morph(his lower canines are also elongated and he doesn’t have an underbite, but his fangs(both upper and lower) do extend pass the other teeth(like the upper go past the lower teeth and vise versa) and they stick out slightly, though he usually doesn’t have issues as long as he has good oral heath!

#bittybones #adoptable #Candy lamia bitty #Toga bitty

[candlecoo]

au where Izuku has a quirk where he can transform into a massive creature, and kinda. Acts like a big goofball. Maybe izuku is very scary as the big creature and has big horns big teeth ect but is So Gentle to everyone.

Maybe he didn't realize he had this ability until after he got OfA, so OfA amplified it and at the USJ he goes Beast Mode to protect his teacher n classmates. He protecc he attacc but most importantly he deserve a lil snacc.

(Bonus points for izukus regular form having these lil itty bitty horns and him teef a bit sharper)

- Izuku's quirk allows him to transform into a sort of chimera like creature where it is difficult to truly tell what parts make up the form. When he's happy the form is small and cute, no bigger than a puppy.

- but when negative emotions were in control his form contorts and becomes far more monsterous. A horrific form that can only be found in the darkest of nightmares, and it grows worse the darker his thoughts become.

- outside of the transformation Izuku still retains so features of it, horns, sharp canines, claw like nails and pointy ears.

- even though most of the time his shifted form is goofy and extremely gentle, people are still afraid of it and call him a villain.

- so Izuku learns to repress his emotions so he won't transform.

- the time he reaches his final year of middle school, he hadn't used his quirk in over four years.

- he tells All Might that he has a quirk when he's offered Ofa but never goes into what it is.

- Aizawa knows that he's not using his quirk to it's full potential but let's it slide for now as long as he's proving himself. Sorta the same situation as Todoroki.

- the USJ is the first time he transforms in over five years and he does so he can protect his classmates and teachers. He ends up going toe to toe with Nomu!

- afterwards his teachers, classmates and friends help him work through the issues he has with his quirk and accept him for who he is.

#beast within au #candle answers #ask the candle #bnha au #bnha #bnha headcannons

[grymalkyn]

Dear Eddie Munson lovers, artists and fanfiction writers/readers alike, may I present to you:

Eddie ‘The Vampire’ Munson but he can turn into a giant demobat!

Main Prompt:

The only indicator that it’s Eddie is his thick, wavy mane that trails down the back of his spine and of course, the shreds of his clothing that hung off his frame, revealing his distinct tattoos and the scarred wounds that were inflicted by the very creature that he had become.

He is beastly in a way that was different from the other monstrosities that roamed the Upside-Down; with his haunched, hulking posture; massive, leathery wings that ended in mean hooks; multitudes of long, lashing tails that struck like angry snakes behind him; and in his maw were rows and rows of viscous, white daggers that glinted when he roared.

Kaz, Vecna had called him. What a fitting name that was, Eddie had thought, clinging to one of the few distant yet clear memories that he had left in a mind that was consumed with hunger and bloodlust. A memory that Vecna had likely torn the name from. Kaz the Bloody-handed. He wondered if it was meant to mock him, to remind him of all that he will and would do under the curse that the sorcerer had put upon him. To remind him why exactly he was allowed to live.

Additional:

He has a half-way form between his most ‘human’ side and his most monstrous side. Includes:

His wings protrude from just under his shoulder blades instead of replacing his arms.

Clawed hands and feet.

All of his teeth are pointy, not just his canines.

He has a singular tail but it’s still very strong.

Dear god, he’s got taller.

Elongated ears like a Tolkien elf.

His eyes are now paler and tinged slightly red.

But no matter what his form is he’ll always:

Hear, smell and see better.

Summon and control other demobats (the others aren’t impossible, just more difficult).

Just like bats, he can use echolocation to navigate and hunt prey.

Run faster.

Hit harder.

Jump higher.

Betray Vecna.

Beat Vecna.

Return home.

Play DnD.

Co-parent.

Play guitar.

Fuck like a rockstar.

Alternative Thought:

What if he was an itty bitty demobat? Like, what if he could control his size and got all small? And you could carry him around in your pocket, or on your shoulder or in your arms?

#stranger things #vampire eddie munson #eddie munson #writing prompt #art prompt #eddie x reader #eddie x steve #steddie

[lixahl]

tell me fun facts abt arane. pleasew

YAY top ten arane fun facts:

he's a skilled tailor! he hails from a long-standing tailoring family from val'sharah. he's from the main family, with a smaller offshoot who went to darnassus - one of my husband's ocs is basically his like... distant niece sort of deal

before he was a demon hunter, he was a druid who focused on healing. when he stopped going silly mode, he used knowledge he gained from this alongside sewing skills to become the main healer for the illidari (which also led to his romance with illidan)

arane refuses to cut his hair short because it gets extremely curly when its short. he hated dealing with that as a kid. the weight of his hair now gives it more of a wavy texture rather than the tighter curls it would be if short

the scars all over his body ignite when he gets mad. little sparks fly from them - they engulf his body in flames when he uses metamorphosis

he had a crush on illidan when he was younger, which ended up in him dating a moon guard mage later on. he has a type.

in general, he has a much higher body temperature than the average night elf. which also means he's more susceptible to cold hands and squeals if someone puts cold hands on him

he has itty-bitty wings poking out of his shoulderblades. they can transform to be bigger if he needs to glide/fly. this leads to him wearing backless things always

his favorite animals have always been big cats

he always has his canines poking out of his mouth. they got bigger when he became a demon hunter. he says it makes him match his bat (lixahl) because they both have fangies

this is him before the fall of the legion

#asks #arane

[thepenultimateword]

Sweet as Sugar, Sharp as Fangs Part 2

Thank you @creweemmaeec11 for helping come up with the title!

Part One

The ada who opened the door wore nothing but a barely knee-length bathrobe and a pink boa. Luckily, he had enough thick gray fur, meticulously brushed and fluffed, that Maeve didn't feel quite so much like she was staring at a bare chest. His ears were like a jackal's, very long and pointed, only varying in their curled tips, but that was where the canine features ended: flat face, coonish paws, and no tail that she could see. And she was staring. Stupid. She couldn't just stare people up and down like pieces of...

Her gaze froze halfway toward the ground.

Cradled in the plush crook of one arm, so bundled he camouflaged in the fur and fabric, was her baby.

"Dio!" the ada said brightly, eyes fixing on the Dionyus.

"Finch!" Maeve cried simultaneously.

The ada's attention shifted onto her, flashing a smile full of short sharp teeth. "Oh, are you mum?" He adjusted Finch's weight in both hands to hold him out to her.

Maeve made no hesitation to pull him into her own arms, giving him a quick once-over.

The ada leaned forward, the scent of cinnamon wafting off his robe.

"He had an itty bitty little raw spot on his nose," he said, pointing a clawed finger, "but I spread lemon balm on it and since then he's been sleeping like a dream. You're different than I was expecting. Dio did say human, but he described you smaller and more deadish, but looking at you right now, you're quite lively. I can see it in the eyes, baby's got your eyes, lucky eh? I read that eyes are a person's most important feature because they're so central. They often carry the weight of a first impression. Speaking of, maybe you'd like some lemon balm with you for your own raw spots? I have lots and lots so if you'd like a jar, feel free to take one."

"Flor," said Dionyus, promptly stopping the other ada from finding another topic. "This is Maeve. Maeve this is Flor."

"Yes! Do come in!"

"We just came to pick up--" Dionyus started, but Flor was already starting back into the sitting room.

"So what is a human doing all the way out here at the wall? Sorry, silly question, it's obvious why. What's baby's name?"

Maeve glanced at Dionyus, ignoring his shaking head as she stepped after him. "Finch."

"How adorable. It really suits. Tea? I just heated some water."

Maeve blinked. A week ago she was isolated and fleeing for her life, yesterday she was trying to live just long enough to deliver Finch to safety, and now, an ada in a bathrobe--the third ada she'd ever properly met--was offering her tea. It was such a strange turn of events she could barely get out more than, "Er...I..well...I suppose?"

"Excellent! Dio?"

"As long as it's not any of your homemade blends."

Maeve startled to find the dark ada over her shoulder. So he'd followed her after all.

Flor let out a gentle huff as he bent for the teapot. Turned out he did have a tail, bobbed and only just peeking from his robe. "You know, Saren likes my blends. He uses them to stay alert on tower duty. You'd get used to them if you drank them enough. But alright, I won't force you. What sounds better ginger lemongrass or hibiscus blossom? " His tail flicked as he talked, lifting the hem of his robe.

"Flor, shouldn't you put something on?"

"Hm?" Flor glanced back at Dionyus with oblivious gray eyes. "No, I'm fine."

"I didn't mean for you."

"Ohhh." Flor smirked. He grabbed both tea boxes, hooking a couple teacups on his fingertips along the way, and balanced everything stressfully, but surprisingly well to the sitting table, plopping to the couch with a pof! of overstuffed cushions. He looked at Maeve as if imparting a secret. A particularly silly one. "Dio is shy. He never undressed in front of anyone the entire time we were in academy. He always arrived extra early. If we had a surprise drill, he waited until the armory was empty no matter the punishment for lateness."

"I'm not shy." Dionyus's feathers raised a fraction poking out like quills. "I'm simply not shameless like you."

Flor laughed, but ultimately ignored the hint, measuring out the herbs into a strainer over the first cup.

Maeve watched his nimble movements with lip-parted awe. She'd never seen an ada so comfortable in his own skin. Magnum had always seemed half-ready to climb out of his.

And she was staring again.

She shook herself. "Um...he--" Maeve nodded in Dionyus's direction, unable to bring herself to say his name like someone familiar and not a stranger only a few sentences deep into acquaintanceship. "--said you know a lot about children. Do you have your own?"

"Aw, Dio!"

"I never said a lot. I said more."

"Coming from you, that's still a compliment." Then to Maeve. "Short answer, no. But I am a chirr."

"A...chir?"

"Yeah, it's the type of ada I am."

"There are types?"

"Of course," Dionyus said. "We may look jumbled to you, but it's not like we turn out by chance."

"And how am I supposed to know that?" Maeve snapped. "By absorbing knowledge through mere presence?"

Dionyus glared but Flor continued cheerily as if the exchange hadn't happened.

"Dio is a shadowghast; if I may be so bold, Finch looks wolfbane. There many many types of adas, and despite what Dio said, we can get rather jumbled if types intercross, but most tend to stick to their own. You see, we all do things a little differently, so it's ideal to find a partner who shares those practices."

"Humans do that too," Maeve said. She stroked her fingertip down Finch's snout--smiling at his tiny yawn--perfectly aware of how she had not. She'd probably gone as far from familiar as she could go. The village called her a witch. Others a demoness. Her family favored the side of "broken-minded."

"For instance," Flor launched, passing a finished, floral-scented cup toward Maeve. "For chirr's, babies are a boy thing. We raise the kids and the mums do that hunting thing. Better because they've got us surpassed in size and teeth. Anyway, I grew up with lots of siblings so I've got lots and lots of experience. No mate yet, fingers crossed, but if you wouldn't mind putting in a good word for me around town that I'm very baby prepared?"

"She's not staying."

Maeve and Flor turned toward Dionyus together.

"She's not?"

"I'm not?"

Dionyus's feathered were straight up now, tufted ears flared and flattened. His long tufted tail lashed the floor. "Of course not! This is the Wall, specifically designed to keep humans out. She's lucky I even brought her this far, imagine the chaos if the inner city found out."

Panic crawled up Maeves throat, but she swallowed it hard before it could turn audible. Instead it writhed like snakes in her stomach. She'd done everything, risked everything, to get here. The trip had only proven what she already knew, there was no place for ada on her side of the wall. Not as equals anyway. And she didn't know if she could do isolation again after Magnum... Looking over her shoulder all the time, spooking at every sound, raising Finch afraid and hidden.

"Then what am I supposed to do?" she said.

"Leave."

"She can't do that!" Flor said for her. "She has a baby!"

"Finch can easily be set up in a wolfbane family. They're all about taking in strays. He'll be healthy and happy and--"

"I'm not leaving him." Maeve growled it, eliciting a small, sleeping cry from Finch as she held him tighter. "I didn't intend to live this long, but if I've made it this far, I'm seeing it through. I'm not just abandoning my son to a bunch of random creat-- adas. I'm especially not entrusting him to big, black feather duster who only helps as far as it's comfortable."

Dionyus shot upright, sloshing tea over the rim of Maeve's teacup as he hit the table. "You and your mutant child are none of my business. I did a good deed bringing you here, a far better deed than almost anyone else here would have offered you. Now, an ugly, bald-faced human isn't going to go unnoticed for long, so you're going to make a decision: leave the child as you intended or go together."

"Neither. You're just going to have to live with seeing my ugly bald face around town. I'm staying, and you can't make me go."

Dionyus scoffed. "How quaint. You think I'm what's denying you access? I'm a soldier. This is a council-level inquiry, and you'll never reach the building let alone get an audience."

Maeve glanced at Flor for clarification. The ada's long ears had gone sideways and he scrunched a little in his seat.

"The council are judges," he said quietly. "The big law deciders of the wall. Anything big questions are brought to them. They're located in the seat. That's in the center of the beyond, in the inner cities. Humans...technically aren't allowed."

"And I'm not vouching for you," Dionyus said.

Maeve stood abruptly, glaring firmly into the dark ada's narrowed eyes. "Then I'll talk to the council myself."

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Halfway through writing, I realized that this is literally Flor:

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