#but the other stuff is just. i think they have wings and tails and sharp teeth and lizard tongues

[goldensunset]

daybreak town kids having weird biology is a very important headcanon to me. like in my mind i think all keyblade wielders are sort of like human but slightly to the left tbh. but i firmly believe that there was something in the water in daybreak town. like they can eat things that are now/elsewhere considered poisonous. those wings on that kid’s back are non-functional but absolutely real. yeah that guy lost a leg but a new one grew back don’t worry about it. yeah that girl has a dexterous tail. there was increased human biodiversity back in the age of fairy tales before the world fell apart do you get what i’m saying

#we need to get weird with it #kingdom hearts #khux #mine: kh #this was partially inspired by roadie implying in ‘overmorrow’ that daybreak people just. eat raw food #like raw anything #but the other stuff is just. i think they have wings and tails and sharp teeth and lizard tongues #because

[ghostieyanyan]

Please may I request for more Yandere Riddle in demon AU please 🙏

hehehe... of course you can request more yandere riddle demon au hehe i gonna put my demon riddle headcanons here.

I'm still "world building" with this au (aka how everything worked and the differences with the original universes.) i always liked the world building of some shows, the consistence of it (shows that break that, then don't have a good explanation, it kinda ruins the show for me qwq)

also for the other people who asked me about more demon riddle stuff, do you mainly just like demon riddle or would you like more?

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But here's some Demon Riddle headcanons~!!!

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~ Riddle has a tail. The tail looks like a pair of scissors with a rose on it. Why I didn't give him wings? i could imagine him swinging his tail around at the roses that aren't red. ^^ To be fair, he could do that with wings too...

~ Yes, his mom is a LITERAL demon here. 100% monster. I like to think that when she's with Riddle, alone, and he broke a rule, she'll probably use her demon form to scare him into submission. Which will hammer the need to follow the rules (Sorry Riddle).

~ In this world, these horses are different than your "normal" horses. These horses don't have typical horse coat colors. some have bright prints and patterns, some have colorful mains, tail and eyes, and some even have horns, extra legs or tails, and much more. some have sharp teeth... These horse's have magic but its not called magic, they're just special abilities (like running water or into the clouds).

~ Riddle's horse has one horn (like a unicorn) and a print on it that looks like rose petals.

~ The food is also strange here. Poisonous Strawberry Tarts are his favorites.

~ Magic! When someone uses magic (a spell, unique spell, potions. etc.) They're bodies change! magical tattoos will appear and glow, their horns and tail/wings, will glow too. Their eyes will also change, their eyes get bright and their sclera will turn black/dark grey.

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Here's the Demon Riddle art piece but with his tail ^^ (i took it out because it was too busy but still)

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If you have any other fun headcanons or questions, please do ask! i'd love to build this world with all of you ^^

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[yestrday]

do u have ayato or heizou crumbs 🐦

you might like: genshin hybrids au

let's do some hybrid crumbs because i miss my animal harem:

ayato 🦈

while ayato's lounging around the house, ayato has a bluish-grey tint to his skin with scales covering some parts, often at the end of his limbs, his temples, and his neck. he's got rows of small yet sharp teeth and a long scaly tail coming out from just the end of his spine.

ayato has been living at the mansion even before the mansion was built. minding his business... chilling in the lake, till some construction workers ruined it for him. he would've honestly ripped them all to shreds if it weren't for the fact that he saw cute lil you peeking out from behind your father's back

he shares the lake with most of the water-based animals, although he has a territorial feud with neuvillette. he knows it's a losing battle for him though, so ever since the water dragon moved in he's been hanging out at the mansion more often

if there's the unofficial security team (glorified stalkers) then there's the sortaaa official education team. your dad commissioned zhongli to take care of your homeschooling and prepare you for your debut in society. zhongli has appointed ayato to brush youu up on etiquette

as with all the other tail-having animals in the mansion, he also likes to wrap his tail around your legs. but while their furry tails evoke a sense of comfort and warmth within you, his sandpaper-like tail makes chills run up your spine.

to make matters worse, he likes scaring you with his spiky teeth. they might be small, but they're numerous, and the teasing glint in his eyes make you second guessing what he might do. he often likes to nip playful little bites along your skin while you're cuddled on his lap. if you squirm too much and distract him from his work, he bites you as a warning. he often gets scolded by thoma as the dog hybrid patches up your wound.

kinda has a bad rep in your house. he doesn't show his face often, and when he does he likes to pull small pranks that he doesn't even bother owing up to.

heizou 🦉

around your house, heizou's hybrid form has two puffy reddish-brown wings protruding from his back and feathery talon-legs. in the dark, you can often spot him thanks to his round, glowing eyes.

there's a village on the foot of the hill where your mansion resides, and heizou is pretty famous around there. there's no thrilling mystery there, but he likes to help out people find their missing pets and whatnot.

when your managerial team (neuvi, zhongli, ayato) needs to sleuth something out (get dirt on your rivals <- usually ayato, try to protect you from possible danger <- neuvi & zhongli, get the upperhand <- ayato again), they often go to heizou. he often takes the commission with glee (moreso if ayato commissions it)

enjoys his position on your shoulder, though he has to fight most of the avian hybrids for it. he makes these pleasant hoot noises whenever you scratch his head juuust right. when he's feeling a bit mischievous, he will suddenly pop into his human form so he can squish you under his weight

makes these hoot noises in between his words, has a slightly higher pitch when pronouncing 'oo' sounds. he doesn't quite care much about this habit when he's in the mansion, but in more human company he finds himself slipping a bit and gets embarrassed about it.

doesn't really care much for preening his feathers, but the other avians pester him about it so it still gets preened. he thinks he can do more useful stuff than just sitting in a circle with the other avians and preening each other's feathers.

a bit flirty with almost everyone and anyone under the sun. he doesn't fail to throw flirty remarks towards the other hybrids just to mess with them, but he gets a bolder when it's with you. no matter your personality, you've still got a bit of naivete thanks to your sheltered upbringing, and he likes to take advantage of it.

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[britany1997]

A Dragon’s Tail

David x male dragon reader

I hope y’all love this!! I love David with masc readers, he is so gay to me lmao, and I love being able to write some toxic, manipulative David stuff, but I also enjoying writing sweet vulnerable moments for him like this🥹

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You breathed deeply, letting your leathery wings stretch out behind you. You loved the way the sea air swept through them.

You laughed to yourself as you thought of the irony. A dragon man who lived on the beach of all places.

You’d traded the fiery pits of your home in a volcano for the sand and surf. What would your father think?

You settled down on the ledge above your shared cave, your wings still fluttering behind you.

Sighing, you looked up at the bright moon above you, shining down on the beach, the cave, and everything else it touched with its eerie glow.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you relished the comfortable silence and the breeze. You always felt so at peace in the quiet embrace of the night.

“Want some company?” A familiar voice asked from behind you.

The corner of your lip tugged up in excitement. “Always,” you turned to extend a clawed hand to your perfect mate. Your David.

The bleach blond vampire flashed you a rare smile and came to sit by your side. You draped a wing around him, pulling him closer until your hips touched.

You could have sworn a blush ghosted over his cheeks, but it was too brief to tell. Your smile widened as you threaded your claws with his fingers.

“I’m not interrupting your alone time?” he asked.

“Not at all,” you ran your hand through his hair affectionately. “Most dragons spend their lives alone, your company’s a treasure.”

David seemed to relax into your wing. You let it hold him closer.

“I know how you dragons love treasure,” he teased.

You chuckled, your tail coming around to flick him on the ear. “I wouldn’t make so many treasure jokes, I’ve got a million blood jokes locked and loaded.”

David snorted. “Guess it’s true what they say about people in glass houses huh?”

You smiled, your golden eyes taking in his bright blue ones. Your gaze traveled along the slope of his stubbly jaw, his handsome face.

“Guess so,” you whispered, leaning in just a little closer to the blond man.

David figured out pretty quickly where your thoughts were headed as he leaned in too. One of his gloved hands reached out to caress your cheek. The other found it’s way into your hair.

You tilted your head, careful not to bump his forehead with your horns, and allowed your eyes to flutter closed.

Your ancient heart leapt in your chest as his cold lips pressed against your warm ones.

You sighed into the kiss, allowing your forked tongue to slide into his soft mouth, exploring and running over his sharp fangs.

After a while, he pulled away to stare into your eyes.

You loved him like this. His big, tough guy facade melting away.

To the boys he was a fearsome leader, barking orders and commanding obedience. To the humans he was a terrifying Spector of death, tearing through the population until there was nothing left.

To you, he was home.

When he looked at you with those baby blues, when he smiled at you like you’d hung the moon, you felt alive, you felt young again.

You reached out, your claws raking affectionately down his cheek.

He leaned into your touch. His hand slid over yours and he turned to plant a kiss on your palm.

“You’re awfully affectionate tonight,” you whispered, a smile pulling at the corner of your mouth

“Too much?” he asked.

“Never too much,” you reassured him, your wing cradling him closer to you once more.

“Didn’t think you’d wanna kiss an old guy like me though,” you teased.

David smirked, “I forgot you’re ancient,” he admitted, “it’s usually me that’s robbing the cradle.”

You laughed, “well you don’t have to worry about that.”

“No kidding,” his eyebrow raised, “how was the renaissance?”

You snorted, “yeah yeah you joke, but I had a lot more gold back then. People just don’t sacrifice like they used to anymore ya know?”

“I blame smart phones,” David shrugged.

You smiled, “damn technology.”

“Calm down grandpa,” David snickered, “you’re startin’ to sound like old Mr. Emerson.”

You glared, “not. funny.”

His head found it’s way onto your shoulder, “yes it is,” he hummed.

You shook your head, laughing softly to yourself, your claws stroking over his scalp. “It’s a good thing you’re cute.”

“You’re not bad yourself,” he flirted, “how’d you getta look so handsome anyway, shouldn’t you be full lizard.”

“Mom was a human, dad was a dragon,” you said simply, “that’s how I got the horns, the tail, the wings, the eternal life…all that good stuff, and these rugged humanlike good looks too.”

David tensed, lifting his head off your shoulder and shooting you a confused look.

“Your father was a dragon and your mother was…human?”

Your teeth clenched, “listen babe, I try not to dwell on the mechanics of it all.”

David laughed deep in his throat, more amused then you’d ever heard him.

“Fair enough,” David said through a fit of laughter.

You rolled your eyes, “can you just put your head back on my shoulder?”

His fanged smile filled you with warmth as he returned to resting against you.

“Tell me another story about the time you spent with your kind?” he asked, letting his eyes fall shut as you blanketed him with your wing.

“Anything for you,” you uttered as you began to recall yet another tale for him.

You were glad your father had blessed you with an eternal life. You were grateful to spend it just like this.

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[the-travelling-witch]

as promised, the outline for the halloween fic i didn’t write haha

pairing: suna rintarou x gn! reader (though i really considered marius von hagen as well >///<)

warnings: nsfw/ minors dni; incubus! suna, somnophilia, allusion to oral, wet dreams, dub con

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♡ 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 …

… who you meet while you’re out and about.

It was an accident, really. You didn’t watch where you were going for a second and immediately bumped into someone. Luckily, that someone manages to steady you by your shoulders before you can stumble.

There’s an amused grin on his handsome and for a few seconds you can’t do much but stare into his stunning olive eyes, captivated without noticing the mischievous glint lighting them up.

“Woah there,” he laughs, his voice smooth and melodic, and it’s a good thing his warm hands are still on you, otherwise your knees might’ve buckled at the sound. “Must be my lucky day today when someone as pretty as you falls for me.”

You profoundly apologise but he just shrugs it off, assuring you he could’ve watched his step too. Too soon for your liking, he lets go of your arms and you part ways with no way to contact each other again and your heart is just a little heavier because of it.

But, much to your joy, you run into him again at a crowded coffee store, searching for a seat when a familiar figure waves you over. You can’t help but grin as you chat the afternoon away, fingers brushing against each other occasionally, before exchanging numbers as well. Seeing the name flash across your screen when he asks if you arrived home safely, butterflies start flapping their wings in your stomach.

Suna Rintarou

It’s a name that leaves your lips as you stuff your hands down your pants that night, your mind clouded with images of him above you, underneath you and behind you, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the thought of what his fingers would feel like, if he’d tease you and edge you or if he’d stuff you impatiently just to ruin you that way.

This cycle of running into him and consequently ruining another pair of underwear repeated over the next weeks and drove you to near insanity. And if you didn’t react to his flirtatious remarks yourself, Suna would show up in your dreams, leaving you to wake up needy with a throb between your legs.

Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, your dreams that night turn far more sinful than the ones you had before. Your skin feels feverish as you gasp the name of the man above you, whose hands bruise the fat of your thighs as he settles in between them. The grin he flashes you as he pulls your hips flush with his prominent bulge makes his fangs gleam in the moonlight.

Wait… his fangs?

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he chuckles darkly as his sharp claws dimple and dig into your flesh. Inky horns curve from his dark hair as he leans down to nip at your throat, leathery wings stretching out behind him. His voice is low and raspy as his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Did you have sweet dreams?”

“Suna, what—“ you try to shake your haziness only for it to be replaced by a different kind of fog when his lips slot against yours. They’re just as soft as you thought they’d be and you instinctively melt back against your pillow. However, there’s a taste of something else there…

“You’re delicious, wouldn’t you agree? Worth the wait I had to endure,” he whispers and it draws your attention from the tail flicking over your cheek back to where you are most sensitive, noticing the sheer amount of arousal coating you. Did he-?

“Quite the heavy sleeper, are you?” He laughs at the look of realisation flashing through your eyes. One of his hands gathers your wrist above your head, leaving you defenceless as the fingers of his other hand travel down your body; caressing the side of your face, the dip of your throat, brushing over one of your nipples. “Not that I mind. You make such sweet sounds when I play with you, even if you’re asleep.”

“Rin,” you whimper the nickname you’d secretly given him when you feel his strong thighs press against yours harder. Faintly, you wonder where his clothes went but the thought is just as quickly tossed away again when you feel the heat of his dick rub against you.

“Mhm, that’s it. Keep saying my name like that,” he groans, sharp teeth nipping against your shoulder and throat and he lines himself up, “especially when I’ll make you cum and stuff you full over and over again.

“And it’s going to feel so much better than any of the dreams I’ve given you so far.”

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[miyaniacs]

Corrupted by Darkness

- Introduction -

Facts ; Wattpad

ACOTAR x Fourth Wing x OC

You know how there’s Good and Bad in the world? Heaven and Hell? Angels and Demons?

For every good person, or fae, there’s an evil one out there. Somewhere.

Well it’s the same for dragons.

And I’m not sure if I found the good one or the bad one.

Hello Family,

I’m sure you all are thrilled to … read from me.

Until I found out you were spying on me the whole time?

Come one! Cassian? Do you have no trust in the way you trained me?

Or you Azzie? You made me a fucking shadow yet you’ve sent your shadows to spy on me?

I know I know, Im still a child in your eyes… but I’m as old as the others around me - besides I’ve survived with you as my “family”, you really think this will kill me?

Anyway, I finally have the privilege to annoy you all with endless letters, the first year is over and I’m still alive baby.

So let me tell you about my year…

On my very first day I made a friend, Rhiannon. We ended up being in the same squad too - Fourth Wing, Flame Section, Second Squad. Two new friends we made in our squad are Ridoc and Liam. I know you told me to stick to the other fae around here… But she’s a bitch and I’m this close to kill her every second she opens her mouth. And I really don’t know why our wing leader is fucking with her- like literally. Humans need to meet more fae, otherwise he’d realize that she’s not special. I really hope more fae will come to the riders and help mixing humans and fae in the future… Geographically our worlds are connected but somehow we are not. Back to this bitch tho. Her Name is Eve and she’s the daughter of some lord from Autumn, who’s dad is or was friends with Beron - this should be enough for you to know that she’s a bitch. So anyway now my friends and our section leader Garrick are now judging Xaden for fucking with her. Which made Xaden, our wing leader, hate me… Don’t ask me why just me and not the others too, but just me.

Maybe it was because I once said to Eve that I know she’s just messing with him because she can’t have the real Shadow boy ( yes I’m talking about you Az) - and he was right behind me. She looked offended tho, so add her to the endless list of girls that want to fuck Azriel, yet he still choses the life of abstinence.

Okay uhmmm all the fighting stuff is actually way too easy for me which is why I’m mainly training with Liam or Garrick and not the other first (now second) years.

The food is awful and doesn’t get better the longer you eat it (pls Rhys I’m begging you, pull some strings and get me a care package).

Well other than that… I know you what you want me to talk about… The dragon who chose me.

Noctis.

What can I say - I or We were the talk of the month when he appeared during Threshing and chose me. Everything around me became black. I couldn’t see anything and then… two glowing red eyes appeared in front of me and he spoke. He spoke in my head.

‘I’ve been waiting for you.’

Then the darkness … vanished and there he was. An enormous black dragon. His scales are razor sharp spikes, his horns ( he has for of them) are so long, I could hold them while riding him. His teeth come close to the size of you Cassian. His tail ends in something that fades into a shadow… just like his wings. They have holes in them and the ends fade into shadows…

He wasn’t a normal black dragon I was sure of that.

Thanks to being a fae I got on top of his back and somehow managed to stay there during the flight.

I’m sure you heard all about the drama that went down afterwards.

He shouldn’t be here.

He’s supposed to stay a legend.

Is he even real?

How can he possible bond to someone?

Rhys.

He doesn’t just look like the Dragon Amren told us about. The one she saw when she first landed on this continent.

He IS that dragon.

And he’s a sarcastic bitch that doesn’t know when to stay out of my head or my business- you two would get along so well.

But he’s pretty cool.

And he’s not screaming in my head rn to write this.

Well… and now to the other matter.

My…signet …

So there’s the one… everyone knows of… Shadow Wielding. That’s kinda obvious with how Noctis looks (and forces me to spend more time with Xaden, since we both have the same signet and he’s told to teach me).

But it’s just one of them… Rhys… I feel it. I feel the blood of the people around me. One time Rhi was bleeding and it just wouldn’t stop and I didn’t know what to do… I just wished it would stop. And then I felt it. I felt her blood running out of the cut on her arm and… I made it stop?

I know it sounds crazy but.. then there was this other time … I was just minding my own business during lunch and Eve had to sit down right in my eyesight and make out with Xaden… I got so annoyed… and just wanted it so end. I thought about blood running down her neck… and then… it started to run. Run out of her nose, down her mouth and…down her neck. She needed to go to the healer’s because it just wouldn’t stop.

Rhys.. what is wrong with me?

Noctis just tells me that he knew why he waited for me.

I know I should go to my teachers.. and learn how to control it.. but something tells me that I shouldn’t.

Oh and Rhys… His power… feels like yours.

Talk to you all later…

Nea.

With a sigh I put away my pen.

Shadows crawl around me and caress my face.

I smile and look at the male behind me.

“Did I wake you up?” I ask him.

“No… But I’m kind of offended our activities knocked me out more than they did to you.” He laughs and gets out of my bed. His lips touch my shoulder blade, right where Noctis marked me. His fingers trace the thin lines on my body, that run from the dragon on my back all over my body.

“They’re beautiful.” He mumbles.

Pfff obviously. Noctis sighs and I feel him rolling his eyes.

“Come back to bed now.” He says and walks backwards, dragging me with him.

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[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

I remember you mentioned humans are weird stuff, and the red eyes things that hans have when lights flashes to them

What about tails? Humans don't have tails and we balance quite well without one most of the time and our natural buoyancy in water, how would the monster au be when they learning from that

And to add something funny when they see our soft padded feet and our habit to grab stuff

Ooooh, lots of good fun stuff to explore here! >:3 It’s so much fun imagining non-humans reacting to human based things, let alone trying to figure out how and why we’re so biologically weird to them (join the club, boys, even we consider ourselves to be really weird when most of us don’t even know what half the organs in our bodies do)! 😆

The red eye effect I can imagine Cater discovering by pure accident (and subsequently accidentally throwing his phone in panic). 🤣

//Heartslabyul Lounge Room//

Cater: “Hey, Yuu! Let’s take a selfie together~!”

Yuu: “Uh…sure, but isn’t it a little dark in here?”

Cater: “Yeah, but that’s what camera flashes are for. Ace, Trey, get in here for a group selfie~!”

Ace: “Sure, I’m down!”

Trey: “I’d rather not, thank you.”

Cater: “Suit yourself. Say cheese~!”

Yuu and Ace: “Cheese!”

Click!

Cater: “Okay, let’s take a look and post i-GYAH!!!” *launches into the air with his wings and clings to the rafters, dropping his phone in the process*

Trey: “Cater?! What’s wrong??”

Cater: “What’s going on with your eyes in the pic, Yuu?!”

Yuu: *confused as they pick up his phone and stare at the picture* “Ah darn it, I hate the red eye effect.”

Ace: “The red eye what??” *peers over shoulder and shudders* “Dude. That…that’s creepy as hell!”

Yuu: “It happens when the camera flashes in low light. Don’t you guys experience red-eye in photos?”

Cater: “No! Or…well, maybe? We call it ‘silver eye’ or ‘white eye’ when the flash reflects off our pupils, but I’ve never seen it be red before! I don’t even know if the filter to remove the effect would even work on that…”

Trey: “I guess we managed to find yet another difference between monsters and humans.”

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Once word got back to the researchers of this effect, they were able to realize that not only did humans lack the same reflective surface as monsters, but that the camera flash reflected the rich blood supply in the back of the eye. Depending on the eye color of the human in question, it would become more prominent in paler eye colors—a fact that soon tied into the rare phenomenon of certain canine and feline monsters with blue and green eyes having similar effects to their own eyes.

When it comes to tails, it comes as a surprise to the researchers that humans did in fact have a tail bone, yet evolutionally speaking, it didn’t serve any obvious purpose…on the surface. In reality, the tail bone served as a support to help Yuu sit. When compared to the other monsters, it seemed Yuu had better balance sitting on virtually any surface—including uneven ones. “Not that it’s always comfortable to do so,” as one researcher noted after seeing Yuu somehow find a decent spot on the bumpy rock with an uncomfortable expression on their face.

Now, as for the natural buoyancy in water (unless you’re someone who has a lot of muscle mass and struggles to stay afloat or someone who just doesn’t know how to swim at all), the monsters might find it quite a surprise to see Yuu just floating on their back in the pool. They might even think that one of the aquatic monsters was holding them up…only to discover that no, they were just…floating there. For no reason other than it was comfortable.

RIP the monsters’ nerves if Yuu were to do the “dead man’s float” in the pool. 😂

For the feet grab thing, I’d imagine this takes place shortly after the “hoof-shoe discovery” post here. >v>

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Ace: “This is so weird.” *pokes the fleshy part of Yuu’s foot* “How do you guys even walk with these things? Doesn’t it hurt?”

Yuu: “Not unless we step on broken glass or shell shards and sharp rocks.” *squeaks when he pokes again and pulls foot back* “Hey, that tickles!”

Deuce: “It…tickles?”

Random Student: “Hey, hurry up! Coach says we need to clean up the field or he’ll make us run more laps.”

Ace: “Okay, okay, yeesh! You good, Yuu?”

Yuu: “Yeah, I’m good! I’ll just leave my shoes off for a bit. The grass feels really nice!”

Ace: “Seriously, how are you humans so weird?”

*The monster students gather the larger, heavier items while Yuu starts gathering the lighter and smaller pieces left behind until their arms are full and a cloth falls out of the pile*

Deuce: “Here, let me get that for you.”

Yuu: “No thanks, I got it.”

Ace: “You literally have your hands fu-”

Yuu: *uses one foot to grab the cloth, twisting their leg around until they can grab the cloth with their opposite hand and continues walking* “See? I got it!”

Ace: *stares with everyone else in shock and disbelief* “…seriously, why the fuck are humans so weird??”

///

And thus began a new Magicam challenge for monsters to try (that don’t have hooves of course…Cater assures everyone that an alternate challenge is currently in the works so he can participate as well): try and pick up random objects with your talons and put it in a box like a human! If you use your hands to grab them off the floor or you don’t get it within the time limit, you fail the challenge. It became an instant hit on Magicam, with many struggling to recreate the same prehensile motions that—so far—only avian monsters have been able to mimic.

I can just imagine the muscle cramps some might’ve gone through trying to do this challenge. 🤣

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #cater diamond #ace trappola #trey clover #deuce spade

[siriannatan]

Beauty and the Beast - ScfWhip

Sometimes one just needs to take a break from trying to force out ideas for other projects, this one is one of those break projects.

Hope you enjoy :}

Scott eyed up the manor he stood outside. Was staying a whole year here really going to save the town? Worth a try at least he thought as he reached for the solid metal knocker on the massive wooden door to the manor. The manor itself was pretty impressive. 

Not as scary and creepy as he imagined based on what he was told about the place. But the pointed, dark roofs topped with dark metal spikes could have made more of an impression than the white and grey walls. Dark wood shutters on the windows. Luckily not blocked with any sort of iron bars. Maybe all they saw was the tall wall surrounding the manor and its well-maintained rose garden?

He was about to knock when the door opened on its own. "Come on in," a calm, borderline cold voice invited him in. "Leave your baggage here, it'll be in your room when you get there," it added and Scott, with heavy heart followed and entered the manor. 

He was expecting a butler of some sort but was greeted by nothing. And then disembodied directions to what turned out to be a smaller dining room. Likely not the main one of the manor. Table set. Dinner for one on one side. And a matching set of 1 goblet and decorated with a dark metal decanter of a red liquid. Scott hoped it was wine.

"Have a seat," the voice said and Scott once more listened.

He didn't even have time to think if he was supposed to start or wait when a door opened and, who he could only assume to be the master of the place entered.

A man slightly shorter than Scott. Dressed in fitted, dark trousers. White shirt with billowed sleeves kept skin tight by a deep dark red vest with golden embroidery around the edges and golden buttons. Golden chain sticking out of his watch pocket. Medium-length ginger hair tied with a ribbon at the base of his skull. Face covered by a white mask adorned with black flowers and red leaves. His hands and bit of neck between the ruffle of his shirt, ket up by a black ascot and the mask. Pale, sickly, or even deathly so from the distance.

But most obvious and shocking were a pair of horns on his forehead not unlike those of a dragon. Even darker than his vest, almost black, red. And a fitting pair of wings folded over his back like a living cape. And of course, a tail. Same deep dark red scales, and visibly sharp spikes.

"No need to stand up," he said. Or so Scott guessed. As he took his seat by the goblet and decanter. Would he remove the mask? "I hope the journey through the woods wasn't too uncomfortable. I allowed myself to guess you'd be hungry."

"It's most kind..."

"Count fWhip but you can call me just fWhip. You'll have to excuse me, but the mask must stay on," he introduced himself, pushing the mask up just enough to expose his lips. As Scott would expect, pale. Too pale.

"Scott and I don't mind at all," Scott shook his head. He was curious but not foolish. He had a whole year to survive and annoy his host during their first shared... meal. Not annoying fWhip seemed like a good first step to surviving.

Starting with minding his manners like he never did before. Even while learning from his mother. Despite his family's status declining, she insisted her children know how to dine like proper nobles. This would be probably his first chance to really use that.

"I didn't expect too many elves this far from the capital," fWhip mused, sipping whatever the red stuff in his decanter was. Scott was strongly hoping it was just dark wine. 

"There are a few families in town but, indeed, more elves live closer to the capital," Scott saw no reason to deny or hide anything. Not like it was some sort of secret or mystery. And it was something to talk about.

As things were, the meal was relatively silent. Scott kept an excuse of being tired and ready. Even hid a few genuine yawns between the main and dessert—only small ones, hopefully not too rude. Dessert floating in woke him up enough to not fall asleep at the table. 

Eventually, all the plates were empty and floated away. Or were there invisible servants? Who was controlling them? Why was fWhip even living so far from civilization? Most of the day by carriage deep into the woods. Is he living here or being kept here? All questions he would not be asking.

"We stayed up late enough, I'll show you to your room," fWhip brought it up before Scott could think of a way of doing so while not being rude.

Scott politely expressed his thanks and followed the Count through the lavish and pristinely clean but low-lit corridors.

"Tomorrow after breakfast I'll give you a tour of the most important places, but you're free to explore the manor. Just keep away from any doors you find locked. If you find yourself lost call my name and I'll find you," fWhip explained what had to be the rules of the house. Scott paid close attention to his words. He had to remember these rules if he wanted to last that year. "We're here, I'll see you for breakfast then," fWhip stopped by a door finer than any door to a personal chamber Scott has ever seen.

"Thank you for the evening," Scott said with a polite bow. He'd hate to take more of fWhip's time than he intended to offer. Or to ask why he had to spend a year here. Just to offer the company? He hoped he could figure it out without openly asking. "Good night count fWhip," he said and waited.

"Good night Scott," fWhip said with a slight bow. Rightfully since he was the host. "And one more thing, please try not to leave your room after our evening meal," he added, slightly confusing Scott. 

Maybe after that time, he didn't have any means of keeping an eye on Scott? Like Scott could hear him without seeing him as he arrived? Or was there yet another mystery hiding in this manor? Scott would not like to test it this early into his stay. Or at all. So he quickly entered the room and locked the door. He assumed it'd be okay based on the ominous warning and not being told to not do it.

"I should unpack," he sighed but first took a look at the room.

It was comfier, more elegant and all that than any room Scott'd been in. Equipped with everything he might need. A desk, a mall sitting area with a low coffee table and a couple of chairs. A massive bed. A walk-in closet. There were clothes already there. Finer than anything he brought along. Not quite the styles, fabrics or colours he'd choose himself but he'd not complain. He assumed that fWhip liked those styles so it might help him last that year. And a personal bath.

After a cursory glance around the closet about he picked out some sleep clothes and went to the bath. Count fWhip was a truly powerful and rich man to offer his guests all these comforts and luxuries.

The bath was, as he was starting to expect, stocked with fragrant soaps, salts and candles. Soft and fluffy towels of any size he might desire and robes. And all the magical comforts nobility and royalty can expect. Scott decided to stop overthinking it as he looked over all the jars by the massive mirror and just got on with the bath. And he had no idea how early - or late - in the morning he had to be up and ready for breakfast.

So he started the tub so it could fill as he got ready. With his travel clothes in a clearly labelled basket. This was likely a guest suit after all. Scott practically moaned as he got into the tub. He didn't realise how bumpy the journey was until all his sore spots reminded him just now. He had other things to focus on so far.

Like the mysterious Count fWhip. What was his relation to the woman in a purple cape? Was she a friend of his or an enemy? In either case, what would she need a company for him for? So he doesn't try to escape? "Pretty comfy cage if she's got him locked up here," he sighed, eyeing up his selection of bath soaps and salts. "I just have to not annoy the count and I should be fine. Relax and be ready to apologize and come up with excuses at any moment. Grand," he sighed and relaxed in silence. But his thoughts kept wandering to fWhip. 

And who could blame him? There was a high chance he was quite handsome under that mask of his. All the dragon stuff like scales horns and all that only served to strengthen his feeling. Not that he had any plans to do anything about it. fWhip and the mystery woman's relationship was a mystery after all. Was he even at all involved in why Scott was here? He was ready for a guest to arrive so he knew someone would be coming. "I'll just have to be careful and pay attention to what he says," Scott sighed and forced the big thoughts away. He could do some mild investigating after breakfast.

Scott was ready to go to bed right after the bath but a glance at the desk had him changing his mind. He decided to write down all the rules fWhip gave him so far down. Just in case and with room for any new ones. Just to keep track of everything. After a short thought, he noted a few theories down as well. Couldn't hurt to organise his thoughts. And thinking, even if unnecessary, was something to do over the next year.

#my stuff #my stories #fanfiction #empires smp #empiresshipping #empires fwhip #empires scott #scfwhip #scwhip

[scp-10000]

I’m playing Pokemon Emerald cause I was never able to play a Pokemon game when I was younger.  It’s going great aside from me randomly naming my Pokemon after Minecraft Youtubers and starting an au.

Here’s the most current screenshot of my team, and now I shall share some of the thoughts about the au I accidentally made that I’m also using for my in game lore where I basically don’t really exist, but that’s another thing.

Tis a bit long.

How the team formed.

Tango first met Skizz on Route 102, and after basically knocking the crap out of each other, they laughed it off and became friends.

They later found Impulse and Etho in the forest before Rustburo.  Impy and Etho were basically just chasing each other around a tree, and thought the duo were cute and asked them to join.

They found Joker in the cave on Dewford Island, but it took a while to even talk to him cause Joker just kept on poking Skizz and making dumb comments replaying to him and running away.

They finally find Zedaph in the desert on Route 111 fighting a Glalie and a poacher all on his own after the Glalie knocked out all the Vibrava and Flygon.

And now for some random facts about them.

They built a tandem bike.  Skizz handles the front pedals, and Tango handles the back ones.  Joker sits on the front handle bars holding the Pokenav so they all have a vague idea where to go.  Zed sits on the back handle bars so if someone tries to attack them close range, Zed can hold him out and have him chomp them.  Etho and Impy sit in a baby bike trailer in the back.

Tango will not stop raising the bar.  Like he’s highest level, and every time he steps up to give the others a break from battling, he only gets stronger and raises the bar even higher.

Etho’s natural eye color is blue, very out of the norm for Poochyeans/Mightyenas, however his left eye is red, and he has a scar over it.  Most people who first meet him think he got that scar in a cool way.  Impulse will tell you that Etho tripped and hurt his eye on a sharp rock, and he had to take Etho to the Pokemon Center.

A lot of people think Etho’s a lot more intimidate than he is.  He’s not.

After joining the team, Skizz saved him once, twice, 5 times, at least 10 times.  Etho is waiting for an opportunity to save Skizz once.

When Skizz evolved into a Lombre, a patch of blue stayed around his right eye.  Most of the younger Lotads he’s run across think it’s the coolest thing ever.

Impulse is wary of Sevipers because one named Helsknight decided to use him as basically a poison tail paddle ball.  Impy’s shed skin helped him from being physically hurt too bad, but the mental and emotional hurt hit full force.

The usual red and blue sections on Impy’s wings, and his eyes are purple.

Joker used to steal stuff from campers back when he lived in the cave.  It’s how he got his jester hat.  He stopped after joining the team.

He also has a section of the cave full of stolen tripods, and he forgot where it was when he left home.

Zedaph stubbornly refuses to evolve stating he does not want to gain a 4x weakness to ice.  The only reason he might consider it is if Groudon, Kyoger, AND Raquaza were all fighting, and there was no other way to stop them.

Despite refusing to evolve, he has these little pink bumps on his back.  Etho teases him by saying they’re his little wing bumps.

Zed’s eyes are basically what I’m calling Dragon Type Purple.

Tango is the only one who can fully speak the human language, and as such has taken it upon himself to not only shop but advocate for all his friends.

Joker and Zed can partially speak human, and they have been taking lessons from Tango.

#pokemon #hermitcraft #mcyt #tango tek #pokemon blaziken #impulseSV #pokemon beautifly #ethoslab #pokemon mightyena #skizzleman #pokemon lombre #misterjokertv #pokemon sableye #zedaph #pokemon trapinch

[secondtolastfr]

Predictions for the rest of the festival genes

Starfall - I have a couple ideas- obviously there's a meteor shower / falling star type thing they could do. The only issue would be making it better than Sparkle. They could also do some floaty rune-type stuff, but again, it would need to be different than just Runes. I'm rooting for the former, personally.

Obviously, Aethers will get Starfall, but for the second breed it could go to pretty much any of them. I'm betting on Aberrations, Undertides, or Veilspuns.

Rot (Or whatever they end up calling it) - This one is really hard to predict, mostly because of FR's rules on gore and the like. If the Plaguebringer is anything to go off of, I would say maybe a skull mask and sharp, uneven ridges down the back.

Aberrations will of course get it, and I'm betting on Sandsurges getting it too (and maybe Veilspuns and Gaolers).

Rockbreaker - If I had to guess, it'll be a lot of rocks and maybe gems, probably on the feet of the dragon (and maybe the crown? I'm honestly not sure, I'm basing everything off of the Earthshaker). Like with Starfall and Runes/Sparkle, it'll been to be better than just Gembond- which shouldn't be too hard, haha.

Since the Earth ancient won't be out for a while, I'm guessing Sandsurges and Gaolers will get Rockbreaker.

Crystalline - My guess will be icicles on the wings, a crown of ice and spines of ice leading down to the tip of the dragon's tail, kind of like what the Icewarden has going on:

The only other thing I can think of would be swirling snowflakes, but I don't know how well that would go over.

Gaolers will of course get it- maybe Aethers, or Veilspuns? Not sure.

Trickmurk - I have two ideas here: 1) Pooling shadows beneath the dragon (like with Shadowbinder), and 2) Floating, drifting, abstract shadows (like the Shadow aura). I have high hopes for this one, haha.

Veilspuns, of course, will get the gene. But I could see it going to any other breed, if it's anything like I'm predicting.

Mistral - I've heard people in Wind hope that their gene isn't generic clouds, but I honestly don't know what else the gene would be. I imagine the cloud placement would resemble the Windsinger:

I bet Aethers will get the gene, and Undertides too because they're noodles like the Windsinger.

Wavecrest - Again, looking at the Tidelord, I'm guessing lots of extra fins, bubbles at the feet (and/or maw), and general water-y things.

Besides Undertides, I could see Sandsurges getting it because of how shark-like they are.

Greenskeeper - There are a few options here. Vines, coming down the dragon's back. A small tree (or perhaps a bush), growing out of the dragon's back. Small plants coming out of the ground at the dragon's feet. There's a lot of ideas for execution.

Aequorin mentioned that the breed is "anticipated for late 2023," so hopefully the Nature ancient will be released by then. Like my Trickmurk prediction, I could see it going to any of the other ancients, depending on how it's executed.

Another thing I'm wondering: When we get the Light/Wind/Earth ancients, will they be able to get their elemental fest genes? I know that's way, way into the future, but I wonder how they'll go about that.

#flight rising

[xenon-demon]

hiya!!! just wanted to say i LOVED your kas!steve post so much it makes me squeal with delight no joke

any chance you can drop some details about steve's new appearance/abilities 👀 because i would love to hear more!!! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Hi thank you SO much!!! <3 I have so many THOUGHTS about Kas!Steve constantly and am always keen to talk about it! (if I defeat my crippling executive dysfunction issues long enough to post more I can tag you in it if you'd like 👀👀)

Kas!Steve's whole deal is that Vecna revived him to act as his "ultimate weapon", particularly against the bunch of meddling kids who already interfered with his plans once. He's not worried about the government or any of the scientists ruining his plans, he's worried about Eleven and her allies. He knows damn well the Party & co are going to have a much harder time defeating one of their own, or at least something that looks like one of their own, than an assortment of inhuman beasts. Plus, having a second in command who is intelligent is an asset to Vecna (and Steve, while not academically gifted, is really good at tactics/strategical thinking).

This got wayyyyy longer than I thought it would so I'm chucking this under a readmore, I have "can't shut the fuck up" disease and it's terminal.

BASICALLY I wanted Kas!Steve to be at least a little different from the classic fandom depictions of Kas!Eddie, just for flavour - so to start with Steve absolutely Does Not have wings. Regarding his appearance, the main stuff is:

prehensile, multiple tails like the demobats do - Steve has 5 tails, with one (the central one) being slightly longer and thicker than the rest while the rest sort of loosely weave together around it at rest. They can be controlled independently, but it's quite difficult to do so and Steve is absolutely not at that point yet. It's like - if he went "I want to grab that object with my tails" they would all wrap around it to grab it securely like a human hand would, but it would take a looooooot of practice and experience with this new form to go "I want to hold a different object in each tail at the same time" (and even then it'd be tricky as fuck/take a lot of concentration).

FANGS. So all of Steve's teeth are now sharper and pointed, like the democreatures tend to have, but in addition to that boy's got MAD fangs. His top canines actually jut out from under his top lip and visibly dig into his bottom one, Steve has to relearn how to hold his face when his mouth is shut to hide them. His bottom canines are also larger and pointier than the rest of his teeth, but less egregiously than his top ones. Plus he has claws too, where his finger/toenails have essentially expanded and hardened so instead of just being a "cap" on top of the digit, his fingers and toes blend from skin to keratin and end in a hardened, sharp point. It is actually possibly to file/trim them without hurting him though, with appropriate tools (since they're harder than human nails).

Steve's eyes have vertical pupils now (like cats), since he's got what essentially amounts to DnD darkvision. They also glow gold when Steve's craving blood. Or craving... other things. (I'm talking about being horny his eyes glow gold when he's horny. In Steve's defense, bloodlust and regular lust are kinda intertwined when you're a vampire.)

His skin is also just that bit tougher than it used to be, Steve no longer gets scrapes or cuts as easily.

He does still eat food in addition to blood, he's just carnivorous now - lots of meat (can be cooked but tbh raw is better) and animals products like eggs and dairy. He doesn't digest plant products properly anymore and will throw up if he eats too much of it. As for human blood... he doesn't NEED it to survive, but he craves it, and it gives him a boost to his abilities when he's drank some recently (in that what I've described is him at Full Power™, and if it's been a while since he's had blood it's progressively harder and harder to do those same things). He also just Looks Sick if it's been a whie since he's drank blood. Also when he's out of the Upside Down (especially if, say, he was no longer connected to the hivemind) if he doesn't drink human blood on a regular basis he WILL go feral and revert to a much more animalistic state of mind.

Now the fun stuff, aka his powers:

Superhuman strength, pretty much no one would be able to beat him in a one-on-one, hand-to-hand fight. Bring a weapon, ideally a gun. He also has better stamina than a regular human would and tires much less easily.

Heightened senses - he can see in the dark better than humans ever could and his sense of smell is heightened (particularly smelling blood, human blood in particular). His hearing is actually not that much better than a normal human's, but very high pitched or "artificial" sounding noises grate on him in a way they never used to (e.g. Curse The Fucking Fluorescent Lightbulb Buzz).

He's connected to the hivemind like all UD creatures are, but unfortunately that means he's connected to Vecna. Vecna has a very strong connection to him, given that it was through Vecna's powers that he was revived, and he can plunge Steve into a hallucination whenever he pleases just like with the curse victims. This is how he communicates Steve over long distances.

Steve also has vampiric thrall/mind control abilities, but he can only really pull it off when he's freshly loaded up on blood. It also works best for simple instructions - he could exert simple, one-word-command type control over almost anyone, but complicated multi-step instructions or more abstract things (e.g. being encouraged to forget about something or instructed to not answer certain questions going forwards, indefinitely) would only really work on someone Steve has an extended, close relationship with. It works through eye contact - the gold eye glow also happens when Steve's using these abilities. But shhhhhh I'm sure Eddie's going to be totally fine, everything is chill he'll be fiiiiine ;)

God this is WAY LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE I'M SO SORRY. I hope you enjoy the lore drop!! <3 Let me know if there's anything else you want to know about because I could talk about this AU all day, I'm obsessed with it

#charlie.mp3 #charlie writes things #kas!steve au #steve harrington #steve harrington au #stranger things au #stranger things fanfiction #(when you come back it’s) gravity #i also reserve the right to add to/change these details if i think of something better lmao #but as of right now this is all pretty solid in my head as to what's going on with steve #minus a couple details for spoiler reasons ;) #gravity (kas!steve au)

[vulpecular-draconic]

introduction

[ edit on march 26, 2024: i have a new intro post, here ]

howdy! this is my side blog where i'll ramble about my experiences being nonhuman. i don't feel comfortable linking my main blog yet, but i may sometime in the future. on this blog, you can call me vuldra. i'm genderfluid and i'll update my pronouns whenever they change.

i am a psychological therian – for me, i feel like a critter due to being neurodivergent. i tend to have pretty strong phantom limbs, and about average species dysphoria (although i don't believe those are necessary to be therian/otherkin). i awakened in the summer of 2023. i've figured out a lot since then, but i'm still learning about myself, and i'll update/rephrase this post every once in a while.

theriotypes:

– red fox [vulpes vulpes]; specifically, the pearl fox color morph

– bat-eared fox [otocyon megalotis]

fox shifts usually consist urges to bite things/ppl, roll on the floor, wag my tail, curl up in a little ball, run on all fours, or growl. i can tell the difference between fox species by which body shape most matches my phantom limbs, which coat color feels more like me at the moment, and which habitat i’d feel most comfortable in. most of the times i get fox shifts, i feel like an anthropomorphic fox. not quite like the way most modern furries are drawn – more along the lines of how an anthro fox in an old storybook would be drawn. i like having anthro shifts better, because it's less dysphoric than when i'm an all-fours fox.

i consider foxes to be my main types, so i’ll refer to myself as a fox more often than my other kintypes.

otherkin types:

– pocket dragon; i'm only about six or seven inches long from head to tail, with layered armor-ish blue scales. my mouth is slightly beak-ish and is sharp, with no teeth. my tail has a feather-like fan on the end, although it's made of scales. when i get pocket dragon shifts, i feel the urge to scurry up trees, talk less, and eat berries and beetles.

– bird person(??); i'm not sure if i want to count this as an official kin or if it's just a cameo shift i've had strongly several times. when this happens, i get feathery phantom wings and a long tail with a fan at the end, similar to my pocket dragon tail, but feathered instead of scaled. occasionally i also get digitigrade legs. other than that, i feel pretty much human.

– antlers; sometimes i just feel phantom antlers. i don't connect with deer/other irl antlered creatures at all, so i'm not sure what this is about. sometimes the antlers are by themself, and sometimes they co-occur with other stuff.

– cryptids; sometimes shifts mix-and-mash into creatures that i call cryptids. cryptid shifts aren't always the same from one shift to another, and sometimes include cameo shift elements. i've had cryptid shifts where i'm an anthro pearl fox with feathered wings and antlers, and i've had cryptid shifts where i'm humanoid with spines and a fan-tipped tail, shrouded in a shadowy energy. while i call most of my mashups a cryptid shift, some don't have the vibe, if that makes sense.

that pretty much covers it, i think. welcome to my blog!

#therian #otherkin #alterhuman #nonhuman #fox theriotype #foxkin #fox therian #pearl fox theriotype #pearl fox therian #pearl foxkin #dragonkin #dragon otherkin #pocket dragonkin #canine theriotype #canine therian #caninekin #bat-eared fox theriotype #bat-eared fox therian #bat-eared foxkin #cryptidkin #dragon kintype #cryptid kintype #aviankin #sorta?? #intro post #last edited: march 1st 2024 #<- well. not anymore #i say some stuff

[yanban-san]

Submas Hydreigon Hybrids Headcanons

Submas twins but they are Hydreigon Hybrids living on a cool mountain, what are they like

2 Guys. Six mouths. Weird undulating tendril wing arms and other strange draconic features.

Need I say more?

CW: Polyamory, Blood, Hunting/Biting, VERY MILD NSFW mentions

⎊ They have normal human skin colors, but strange dark purple and blue and black markings on their bodies. The weird markings on their stomachs are strangely sensitive to touch as well, and they’ll keel over hissing and chirping if you start tickling them there.

⎊ The weirdest characteristic is the fact they have mouths on their hands- The mouths are not capable of eating anything, but they can taste and chew and inject prey with venom- that is also a convenient aphrodisiac to mates, and (in small doses) to humans.

⎊ They have fluffy black fur coating their bodies, and dramatic, sharp black markings around their beautiful silver eyes. Both of them have what looks like a mane of purple and black fur (Like the weird pruple crown thing around their heads) They have very sharp fangs and larger tongues than normal as well; their tongues are also a much deeper red/pink than human’s are.

⎊ Emmet has terrible control over the mouths on his hands, and wears thicker gloves so his hands can’t chew through them- Ingo just wears gloves because his mouths have a bad reaction of latching onto anything he tries to grab, and he hates getting “mouthfuls” of random stuff he’s holding- bark from tree branches is unpleasant, if he grabs at the ground he gets dirt in his mouths- and then has to fly off to rinse his mouths with water.

⎊ Their “wings” are prehensile and strong, and they will wrap them and their tails around their mates, especially during the night or when they are in heat.

⎊ Hydreigons are much more aggressive than other dragon hybrids and like to bite their mates aggressively, as well as hold them down- Their saliva is part poisonous, part aphrodisiac- a little goes a long way and can make pain feel pleasurable.

⎊ Hydreigon hybrids, and most dark type hybrids, live solitary lives, or dwell among their own kind away from humans and other hybrids. Dark types and Ghost types are seen as evil or terrifying beings- and given how aggressive Hydreigon hybrids are, those stereotypes are probably keeping some people safe.

⎊ Their main courtship method is through battle and hunting- In cases like Ingo and Emmet’s where they’ve taken the same mate, they get very aggressive with each other when they start experiencing heat, and typically both fly off from their nest and you to either beat each other up, or have a hunting competition- Taking out their violent urges on poor prey pokemon rather than each other. Emmet gets excessively whiny if you don’t like whatever he managed to catch you- He’s slightly smaller and more impatient than Ingo is during these times, and just wants you to praise him and hold him and tell him he won, okay?

⎊ Their nests are filled with bones and hides of previously caught prey. Ingo and Emmet’s nest is particularly spectacular, due to both of them taking up the same nest together; It’s large and decorated with silky and perfectly preserved furs of wild pokemon of all sorts, as well as random shiny treasures and trinkets they find while out hunting- And a lot of skulls and bones. Hydreigon hybrids like to make jewelry out of bones as well, and Mandibuzz will often show up to try to steal the well-preserved bones for their own nests, though they must be careful lest they end up the next decoration in the Hydreigon’s lair…

⎊ You will receive pretty bone jewelry and shiny rocks- Probably evolutionary stones they find or things like pearls or stardust or star pieces since they live on a mountain. They like seeing you wear them, though they think their bite marks on your neck and shoulders look infinitely more pretty than any jewelry or clothing ever would.

⎊ They seek a human mate because they like human’s comparitively gentle natures- If they’ve chosen you as a mate, you’ve probably cooed and awed over their strength, appearance, and prowess as hunters and generally inflated both of their egos to the point of bursting- And both of them adore it. They also want a mate who can cook. Hybrids don’t live near humans or have many human technologies/home comforts, and once as young Deino hybrids they were given roasted, seasoned meat from a human village- And they’ve been addicted ever since. If you can cook, they probably won’t let you leave- They’ll bring you anything and everything you could ever want, just- don’t stop cooking for them. Please.

⎊ Since they were Deino hybrids, they must have been Zweilous hybrids at one point, right? Do not ask how being a Zweilous hybrid works- Emmet and Ingo just shudder at the memories. Ingo will insist hybrids don’t grow the extra head, but Emmet will neither confirm nor deny such a statement.

⎊ Part of their courting rituals involves hunting for their chosen mate- If the mate accepts, she’ll eat the prey brought before her. If you’ve accepted some meat from either of the twins, congratulations- You now have a husband or two.

⎊  You were wondering why Ingo was staring at you with such rapt attention while you prepared and cooked the Bouffalant he’d brought you; After you took a few bites he was suddenly on top of you, his black wings wrapping around you like chains and grasping you tightly as he sunk his claws into you, a deep growl mixing with chirping noises leaving his throat as you felt the mouths on his hands licking and biting at your arms and sides-

Oh no.

Unfortunately, remembering Hydreigon Hybrid courtship rituals after you’ve completed one of their main ones is probably the wrong time to remember- and they’re very aggressive once they’ve chosen a mate, so have fun!

⎊ Emmet does the same, but his hands immediately jump to biting you very aggressively. As well as his main mouth- He just can’t help himself, he’s just so happy you’ve accepted his offering! By the time he’s finished with you you’re going to be really sore and heavily bite-marked, and in the worst case possibly bleeding a little- Unless you can start tickling him. He’s much more sensitive than Ingo is and you’ll be able to knock him off and have him keeling over on the ground in agonizing ticklish pain if you start jabbing at his weird tire-track markings on his stomach. If he does get you bloody at all, he’ll start licking at your wounds, soothing you and half-whimpering an apology- It’s a darn good thing he keeps those little pet Joltiks and Galvantulas for their silk. He’ll have you bandaged in no time, and even bring you some oran and sitrus berries for medicine until Ingo comes back; Ingo as a hybrid is always the one who knows how to make healing balms and medicines. Emmet never learned well.

⎊ If they’ve gone hunting together to bring down something truly impressive for a courtship meal, it will be something like a Gyarados- and they’ll haul it all the way up the mountain to you as a show of strength- But don’t think they’re too exhausted to immediately embrace you if you try to cook and eat even a fraction of this behemoth they’ve brought you- You’ll have twelve wings and a bunch of mouths biting the shit out of you in excessive eagerness as they pin you down.

#Sethosover18 #pokehybrid au #Emmet X Reader #Ingo X Reader #Emmet/Reader #Ingo/Reader #pokemon hybrids #Hydreigon Hybrids #X Reader #hybrid Submas

[ramble-bloo]

With the way the hero system works in Decking City, heroes have to basically have to manually report when they have an archenemy and all the information they know about said villain.

This keeps things smoother and more organized instead of a hero being assigned to someone who they might be unevenly matched for and unfamiliar with.

So Sweetheart certainly had to actually put in the paperwork just to have Bitterbat listed as her archenemy. This is a process that had to be repeated with the rest of the Flavor Four when the Beloveds reformed but during her solo career after Bitterbat returned, she only had to worry about him.

Of course, it was easier for her than most others because of the fact Bitterbat could just tell her verbatim all the stuff she needed to know. Granted, they had to leave some things vague just to keep up the appearance of Sweetheart "not fully knowing what this new threat could be capable of".

So after doing the necessary paperwork, she turned it into the Decking Defense Force (aka the official hero league for Decking City).

And then, after them processing it, during the next meeting closest to the completed processing date, Bitterbat gets added to the whole "Heroic Updates" presentation slide where the head of the meeting does a professional breakdown of the information given.

And that's when Sweetheart starts spacing out because there's something about hearing Bitterbat described with such a seriousness that hits different. It's one thing to have known him since they were kids, but seeing him through someone else's eyes...

...her cheeks are getting warmer but that's to be expected because I mean, that's her boyfriend they're talking about and that picture the press managed to snatch of him during one of their battles is really good.

And then the head gets to the bullet point about him being the "King of Monsters" and Sweetheart starts to think more about the statement.

Because she's known this information but now she is seeing it in a different color because it's not just "Oh yeah, my dad died so I'm king now I guess" and it's now "Bitterbat is the King of Monsters and is no one to be messed with" and Sweetheart can't help but imagine him on his throne.

Instead of being bored like he usually is when it comes to having to deal with king stuff, he looks confident and smug, with a sharp-toothed smile. His clothing, while still revealing, have a more regal touch to them and all sets of horns and wings are out.

And his eyes are locked right on her.

His Queen of Hearts

He beckons her over, stating "This throne is fit for two, my Queen" and he pats his lap with his other hand.

And Sweetheart swallows before approaching and using what strength she can still muster in her legs to direct herself to sit down.

And then she feels his arms wrap around her from behind, a deep body shaking purr emanating from his chest where his soul suit can be seen glowing fondly for her. And her own shines on her lower half, completely in sync with his.

He chuckles before he whispering sweet nothings in her ear as he starts to kiss down her neck and shoulder with his dark lipstick leaving loving markings behind--

And Sweetheart is abruptly snapped out her her daydream as the meeting head questions if something is wrong with. And initially she is confused before she realizes her eyes and hair are glowing.

No one knows the true meaning of why it happens but she does and she quickly excuses herself from where she is seated, tail between her legs, as she heads to the nearest restroom to splash some cold water in her face as well as make her stomach soul suit stop glowing so brightly.

Meanwhile, Bitterbat, where ever he is, feels something is up and notices his own marking glowing.

And then a wave of Sweetheart's current emotions washes over him and a wide fanged smile creeps to his face. His eyes soften but have a haunting glow in them.

"My Queen is thinking about me~"

#bitterbat #sweetheart #licorice #glitter and guilt #writing #scenario

[jatlokgwo]

for @rainbow-strawberry-sherbert!!

i have no idea how to start this rip (dd= disassembly drone)

i useally say that am xiao and a dissasembally drone but im more concepts then anything else it goes

consepts: small flying dangerous flexable tail multiple forms/run like a dog and grab like a human watcher listener endless job to do

base: raptor birds (-> peregrine falcons) fennec foxes

2: demon (-> xiao is considered a demon adeptus and another word for dd is sky demon) feathery wings sharp teeth

3 (vaguely but there): otters finchs western dragons/wof sandwing scaramouche

"in view": adeptus xiao generic dissasembally/worker drone hybrid S (my kinsona) i like to show myself as a fennec like with the gifs

species by accosiation: ADEPTUS cat bees (-> friend called me minecraft bee coded) wolf dog theres a version of S thats uninfected any au

xiao is the minimum that you need to know to understand and before i had things to latch onto i jumped around sonas alot it was stressful and i only made things worse by interrogating myself witch is why i said to not think about it so hard and just draw whats fun =-= i found out im a drone by making a sona and then the sona feeling way more real then other sonas/ocs like chengcuo i was just bein silly ^^

sometime its also neurodivergent stuff (???) i cant understand facial expressions so i either exadurat them or dont really emote (i promise you that the xiaos are diffrent pictures)

colors and color coding is also important to me!!!!!!

am small and can fly but am kinda flightless when xiao sits down his ingame model doesnt reach the floor and dds are kinda tall but i look more like a worker drone with dd features and there both short to avrege humans as xiao i had wings and a bird form (can fly) but i lost them when a dream-god ripped of my wings and dds have retractable wings but copper 9 has a constant death storm happeneing that acts like a blizzard so id rather walk and do my silly jumps sjchd

its also a comfort thing!!! im a bird adeptus without wings or a bird form as a dd im a living wepon every even if the dream god tore them again dds can regen our heads i will have wings again in like a minute and if i really want to hen its awkward but of i angle it right there strong enough to break other drones caseing (my wings as xiao where normal feathers my life has also been almost constant trauma and i would pretend to use finchy looking wings to hide or hug myself and playing genshin was our escape we where still plural and we would listen to alot of genshin asmr and i think thats how i formed as a fictive) i think its also linked to my hyperfixation on md and my main comfort charater right now being a N (hes the yellow dd in the gif and my pfp :3)

ive also been gaslit and a defining part of being a dd is that you used to be a normal worker drone before you got infected with the absolute solver and it did some mlp infection stuff and messed with our memories theres a whole episode about it (cw for robot gore flashing lights anf 1 line of ablism against narcissists if you click the link its the episode) having anatonamy instead of wanting it is still kinda new to me theres a theme with them about how xiao was enslaved as a wepon for the dream-god and dds arnt supposed to be unique but xiao gets to be a person and the dds are unique anyways that i resonate alot with to its nice to see the systems that let the bad things happen be villians instead of when i tell people that the thing that hurt me was school and they try to find reasons why it was my fault

(hopfully this make sense brain wont give me anything else for now but if i think if something ill add it!! and if you have questions i can do my best to awnser them!!!!)

#pup talks #我

[yacinthemorning]

Mother Hen

Chapter 6 of 6

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Summary: 5 times Jimmy was almost the mom friend, if not for his other quirks.

Ships: Jimmy/Tango (Ambiguous)

Warnings: Fire, Temporary Death

Not a day into the latest one of Grian’s life games Tango had died.

It was, to be frank, embarrassing.

Then, he felt a tug on his chest and someone shouting, “What happened, Tango?” and was reminded that this time he had a soulmate. A soulmate he had yet to meet, one he had just killed.

Well, now it was just humiliating. 

The blazeborn rolled out of the tree and onto the ground, scanning for the other person. “Are you here?” He asked until he spotted two very ruffled yellow wings stretch out among the canopy. Jimmy hopped down, landing harder than Tango thought he intended. Tango chuckled, his voice breaking. “Oh, hi, hiii. Ain’t that a- a weird coincidence, huh?” He let out a deep sigh. “Oh, Jimmy, I’m so sorry.” Of course it had to be someone he barely knew.

Jimmy’s hands went to his hips. For a moment Tango felt like a scolded child. “It’s fine, I’m not mad, but… What happened? Take me through it.”

And so, Tango explained- or, tried to. His words spilled out like a waterfall and he wasn’t too sure of their coherency. Maybe in hopes of getting the point across a bit better he attempted to re-enact the moment of his death. He thought he did a pretty good job with the sound effects. At least when they weren’t interrupted by goats. Jimmy’s expression slowly morphed into concern as he listened, his wings pulling tensely to his back. When Tango pretended his claws were a zombie’s teeth he caught the avian’s hands lurch forward, before he realized and folded them under his arms, face dusted pink.

“And then, yeah.” He sighed, patting his own shoulder. “The old creeper from behind trick.”

“Oh my gosh.” Jimmy groaned, hanging his head. “Okay, well… It’s okay. I need to try and get my stuff back before-”

“Oh no, I have no idea where I was!” Tango finally realized. “I just lost everything!” Sparks leapt out of his tail as it began to swish against the grass. 

Jimmy’s mouth fell open, gaping like a fish. Another “Oh my gosh” escaped him like a sigh. He began looking around, poking his head through the trees in all directions. “Dude. Okay well… oh, where was my stuff?”

“I don’t know!” Tango threw up his arms, joining the search. “Do you remember anything?”

“Uh.” Jimmy returned to pacing in the centre of the clearing, wings held up tense and fingers massaging his temple. “Ah, I…”

And then he made a sharp turn, just as Tango was jogging by. The two collided, Tango’s forehead smacking into the avian’s nose. Hands shot out to prevent them from falling, but it only succeeded in dragging both down.

A hysterical sort of laugh escaped Tango. In-between heaves he managed to get out, “We’re just running in circles!” What was wrong with them?

Jimmy stared at him like he was crazy for a moment, but he too devolved into giggles. “Tango! I just need to figure out the direction!”

“I’m sorry! Here.”

Tango helped his soulmate onto his feet, brushing away the dirt caught in his wings. Jimmy took over, pacing the clearing with a bit more clarity. “I think it was that way. So, let’s make a chest, and then I’ll go look for my stuff.”

“Right, yeah, sounds good.”

Jimmy hummed, already pushing through the branches of a tree to place a hidden chest. “Do you wanna come with me? Or you could stay here and start to gather resources.”

Ah. That was probably a good idea considering they lost at least half their things already. “Yeah, sure.” Any opportunity to make up for the mess he’d caused today. Continued making. “I can do that. I can totally do that. Meet back up here in an hour?”

Jimmy placed a hand on Tango’s shoulder and nodded. “Good Luck, then…”

And that was Tango’s first real impression of Jimmy Solidarity. Jimmy didn’t hide his disappointment particularly well, but he pushed past it and pulled them together. After two games of almost no interactions and his only info on the avian being his reputation of dying first, Tango wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it had not been that. And when he returned, having lost his things but walked off his frustration, it all just fell into place.

Tango didn’t know why, but things were just… easy. It was so easy to get excited over every new thing they accomplished on their homesteading quest. 

Jimmy would show up to a hideous box of birch and praise it to hell and back. “I love it, I’m not just saying that.” He said, leaping over the crafting table in the doorway. “I can’t believe you lied to me and said you weren’t a builder!” 

While Tango couldn’t agree less, he believed him. It was not the Mona Lisa. The ranch house was more on par with macaroni art, and Jimmy was proudly pinning it to the fridge.

He had a flare for surprises, too, sneaking up with an entire herd of cattle until Tango opened the door and burst with excitement.

“Look at you!” Tango said, awe stricken. “You have a beef army!” They marched like one.

Jimmy giggled, burying his face into the side of one’s neck. “I have a family!” He said - corrected. The cows seemed to agree, nuzzling up to him until he patted their brown fur. “Welcome to the family.”

Most importantly to a blazeborn like him, when they finally wrangled the cows into the house and both were vibrating with excitement, Tango – too caught up in the moment to remember they were at best acquaintances just a few hours ago and thus probably should have asked first – crushed the other in a spinning embrace and discovered Jimmy was indeed very huggable. His feathers were soft, insulating when they followed his arms and turned the hug into more of a cocoon. His face squished happily into Tango’s hair despite the lock threatening to flare, and his hold was enough that when his own feet hit solid ground again Tango was in the air instead.

It was so warm and comforting. Grounding, in a way Tango wouldn’t fully realize or appreciate until later when their hard work went up in flames. Maybe it could be forgotten among the antics and teasing, where Jimmy would fumble his way through impulsive decisions and theatrical anger, but that side of his rancher was always there, waiting for when it was needed most. 

It was easy to adore, easy to click into place with. Tango wasn’t completely sure why, when he was just an angry little redstoner who made a constant flow of terrible choices. Jimmy could probably get along with anyone with that winning personality. Tango was glad it got to be him for this game.

Tango was glaring down one of the goats when over the wall he heard Jimmy rambling to someone who only hummed back. He narrowed his eyes, pointed towards himself, then the goat, then at the ground of the pen, before jumping up to haul his upper body over the top of the wall. Jimmy and Pearl both were fluttering their wings at one another, Jimmy animatedly explaining their woes until he spotted Tango and waved him over.

“Tango! Pearl knows how to get a horn!”

“Oh, that’s great! Thanks so much, Pearlypop!”

Pearl nodded. “I just need some food first.”

Tango didn’t hesitate, pulling a quarter of a stack of steaks from his inventory and handing to the poor starving girl. Her eyes lit up, and she started to dig in even as she flew up onto the wall with Jimmy. The two avians really towered over everything from their perch, and Tango mentally sent his best regards to their older brother. No wonder Grian always placed himself on Scar and Mumbo’s shoulders…

“We’ve been trying for hours, do you know what’s wrong?” Jimmy asked, frowning down at the goats who had done nothing since he left. Tango shrugged, getting ready to take another headbutt. Pearl or no, Tango would figure this stupid goat thing out and get that horn for Jimmy.

Pearl started to explain, “Well, only blocks natural to their native biome can break their horns, so you probably need to replace that birch with stone or spruce or… Potentially dirt?” She seemed equally unsure. 

Well, dirt was by far the easiest of those to try. While he pulled a stack of dirt out of his inventory to help Pearl create the new wall, yellow wings flitted into the doorway of the ranch with a stack of cobble. Tango stared after Jimmy curiously for only half a second before Pearl’s continued explanation of how to get goats to charge.

Jimmy returned just in time to watch Tango barely jump out of the way of a headbutt. The goat slammed into the dirt wall, but no horn fell. They all deflated. “Aw, that was it.” Tango whined. “It didn’t work.”

“Looks like you’ll need stone, then.” Pearl sighed, then looked around. “Is there anywhere to cook some up?”

Jimmy beamed, “I got it! It should be about done.” He ran back into the house and appeared with stone. 

Tango let out a noise of approval. “Look at you, all on top of things!”

Jimmy’s feathers puffed out proudly as he laid down the stone. “Why don’t you show us how to do it properly, Pearl? I’m not sure Tango and I’s stomachs can take another headbutt.”

 She laughed but jumped down into the goat pit. “Sure, sure.”

And of course she gets it on the first try. Tango is pretty sure he sees the goat giving him a smug look, but Jimmy is too wrapped up in his excitement to notice, and Tango is too wrapped up in Jimmy’s excitement to care. He blows the horn, a melody yet unheard playing. All around them people reply.

Jimmy was so happy Tango was pretty sure he didn’t realize he’d ceased speaking English in exchange for elated trills. At least Pearl understood him, replying with subdued chirps. Tango just chuckled to himself, watching the canary hop around, wings vibrating, speaking with his sister, until their attention turned to Tango. He blinked, confused. They were still speaking birdy at him – now Tango was sure Jimmy just did not notice the switch in his brain was flipped – and seemed to be up to something. Well, as long as Jimmy had his horn, Tango was fine to go along with anything else.

What Jimmy was up to was getting another horn. He’d done it while Tango was distracted by Pearl, until he heard another high trill from his rancher and saw him holding a second horn. “Way to go, buddy!” Tango cheered, hopping down to congratulate him. 

Then the horn was pressed into Tango’s hands. A matching one to Jimmy’s own. Jimmy barely managed to speak out a little countdown for them, and they didn’t quite match them up perfectly, but that didn’t matter. Tango vaguely heard Pearl chuckling behind them while they cheered and hugged and blew the horns once more.

It wasn’t all great. Grian decided it would be funny to tease his brother’s obsession by using their horn’s unique sound to exclude them. Jimmy didn’t seem to mind nearly as much as he dramatized, though. A snicker broke up his protests while Grian paraded around them as if he’d won something. 

And when they got home, the canary held up their horn with a grin. “It’s the team rancher horn now, then!” He said. “Just ours. So we always know where each other are.”

Tango thought he liked the sound of that quite a lot.

-

A bit too fittingly, Jimmy found his soulmate in death.

And. honestly, he was less than pleased. If not for the shock of the situation Jimmy might have done quite a lot more yelling. How could someone be so negligent with not only their own life, but their soulmate’s life?

Well the answer to that was apparently a creeper falling directly on top of them, as Tango had explained. Actually hearing and seeing the blazeborn helped calm Jimmy greatly before he could do or say something he’d regret, too. That didn’t make the situation any more ideal. But they picked up the pieces – well, picked themselves up and collected new pieces – and tried to make it work.

To his credit, Tango did his level best to immediately make up for his mistake. While Jimmy trapesed about searching for supplies that had already despawned and venting to any friend who would listen, Tango had collected plenty of resources. Maybe not as much as before, certainly not much iron at all, but it was something. 

It was enough to make himself some leg armour and boots, and when he discovered Jimmy in a cave with nothing but a shield, he didn’t hesitate. There was a clunk and clatter and then Jimmy had boots being pressed into his hands.

“If you die, I die.” Tango shrugged with a grin. “Now we’re both equally protected.”

You would think Jimmy was the one blown up with how quickly Tango appeared out of nowhere every time Jimmy found himself in even the mildest of precarious situations, honestly. Just dropping everything to come find him and make sure he was okay, that there was nothing Jimmy needed. Not that Tango even had things to give, but Jimmy caught him searching for those non-existent things, quick to mention he needed things for Jimmy when they went trading. 

It wasn’t quite coddling, but Tango didn’t even give Jimmy the chance to wonder if he could rely on his soulmate. It made the lies Bdubs tried to tell him later all the funnier.

Next came the base. Despite the time of day and precariousness of their situation it was… enjoyable. Easy, even. Like birthday shopping. Tango was remarkably agreeable to anything Jimmy wanted, only offering additions to his suggestions. 

“Here’s good.” Jimmy finally decided, holding his arms open to the small jungle cliff as he turned to Tango. 

His soulmate gave him a giant grin and a big thumbs up, as if it was a goldmine and not just another random patch like the rest. “So, what are you thinking of making? You have any ideas, or…”

“I dunno.” Jimmy admitted, brows furrowed. He examined the trees, looking for some sort of inspiration. “I guess we could just make a shack to-”

“To shack up in!” He giggled.

Sweet Void, not even Martyn would make a dad joke that lame. Jimmy just shook his head, smiling to himself. “Well, I’m not a builder at all, Tango, so-”

“Oh no, you’re not the builder?”

“No- wait.” Jimmy’s eyes went wide. “Are you not the builder?” Truth be told, he just assumed all the hermits were amazing builders.

“I’m not the builder!” Tango panicked, then chuckled. “Jimmy, I think we might be living in a dirt hut.”

“Gosh…” They were going to be a bigger mess than he thought, weren’t they?

Their wallowing was interrupted by a chorus of horns that echoed across the world, taunting them. Jimmy’s feathers ruffled, pouting up at the sky. Tango let out a whine. “They never stop!”

“We’re getting that horn as soon as possible.” The avian asserted to little resistance.

“Yeah, absolutely. I need one as soon as possible.” He said, pausing only briefly as another round was blown. A wide grin and wiggling eyebrows were shot Jimmy’s way. “I have horn envy!”

He took every good thing he said back. Jimmy was going to die before the second day, actually, and it would be all Tango’s fault.

Of course, he didn’t and it wasn’t. He also found out Tango lied right to his face about being a builder. Apparently, when a Hermit said they weren’t a builder, what they meant was they were not a Scar-level capital ‘B’ Builder who changed the landscape of architecture with every new build. Or maybe it was just a Tangoism. Either way, he made his awareness known, and they agreed Tango would work on the ranch while Jimmy went looking for iron. What he came back to was mayhaps not the prettiest house, but it was certainly theirs, better than Jimmy could have done, and that was more than enough.

“It’s a box.” Tango insisted with a nervous chuckle.

“No, it’s good!” Jimmy insisted even harder. “I can’t believe my man said he couldn’t build.”

The blazeborn’s tail curled around itself. Flickers leapt off it and his hair as he tried to hide in the collar of his vest. He didn’t say anymore, though, so Jimmy moved on, almost giddy as he pulled the bucket from his inventory.

“Hey, I have something.”

“What?” Tango then gasped, throwing out his arms. “You got it!” He cheered. “You go out, and you come back with goods! Well done! This is exactly what I like to see, partner!”

A shudder ran through Jimmy’s wings until they were fluffed up. He could feel his cheeks burning but he managed to puff up his chest. A happy squeak from the man made his entire display crumble into a fit of giggles, though, and long claws buried themselves in Jimmy’s hair.

Jimmy in fact found himself on the end of a complete onslaught of compliments and praise and pats on his back and hands ruffling his hair and- It was almost too much, overwhelming. But it made him feel like he could do anything if he tried, and that someone would be there to help when he did.

“I’ve never been more proud of someone in my life.” Tango had said later, running over to the barn where Jimmy was putting Oreo away in order to scoop the avian up into a hug. It couldn’t be true, objectively. But Tango sounded so sure, Jimmy believed it anyways. It was easy to believe when Tango said it.

-

“Tango!” Jimmy’s voice pierced through the flaming walls. “Tango, don’t die!”

Flames that were not his own bit into his clothes and skin, and Tango had to finally accept that the house fire was too much for even him.

“Tango?” The avian’s voice warbled with fear. Tango followed after it to a collapsing window, and leapt out, hitting the ground harder than he should with their damage. 

A bucket of water cascaded over him, then he was dragged up onto his feet and brought away from the flaming home. Jimmy patted him down, concern knitting his brows together. “Are you alright?”

“Scar…” Was all Tango could hiss. 

Bdubs, his mind corrected.

“What did you say to Scar?” Scott asked from… somewhere… Was Scott there?

Jimmy let out a whimper in response. “I took his horse, that’s it.”

A chorus of ‘oh’s and ‘why would you do that’ echoed across the still-smoldering ranch. 

“That doesn’t mean you burn down someone���s home!” He tried to defend himself but only received disagreement in return. Another growl ripped from Tango’s throat at them all when Jimmy’s expression contorted to guilt. They were the victims, here, couldn’t they feel even a bit of pity?

His mind flung him in all directions, memories mixing with the present. He hissed something to Etho that may or may not have actually come out comprehensible. Etho chuckled, but whatever he said in the present mixed indistinguishably with the past. It only seemed to distress the avian, who pulled him away from the other players. 

The world was blocked out by a cocoon of feathers. Shaky hands rubbed circles into his forearms, slowly moving up to cup his face and force him to look away from his memories and at Jimmy instead. “Snap out of it, Tango!” He begged, partly cut off by a trill. “Snap out of it.”

Tango latched onto Jimmy’s arms, evening out his breathing. Jimmy looked just as frazzled, but he continued to force out soothing coos.

Somewhere beyond the protective yellow wall the others began to quip. “I did like our little neighbourhood watch.”

One wing fell so they could listen. Tango continued to focus on Jimmy, and so Jimmy continued to murmur. “Look, the ‘R’ survived.” He tried to reassure, fingers massaging into the side of Tango’s scalp until he nodded in acknowledgement and whispered it back.

“They literally came and accused us of killing their goats, and we still came to save them.”

“Oh, they accused you, too?”

Sparks flew from Tango’s tail once again. He whipped around to the gossiping neighbours. “Well someone killed our goats!” He snapped. They couldn’t wait until the embers on their house were out before complaining about them?

Jimmy flared out his wings before any more arguments could start up, stepping away from Tango to address the whole crowd. “No, no. We really appreciate the community watch. I know we- Tango’s- he’s having a moment, but we appreciate you for coming to help-”

“Help!” Tango growled. “It’s burnt to the ground!” Scott and Cleo could have been right on their heels if they really wanted to be. Joel and Etho were apparently close enough to see it! Martyn was within earshot of the ranch, for goodness sake-

But Jimmy was immediately surrounded by the others, demanding this and that as reward. Tango let out a screech, trying to release some of the frustration building in his chest. The world was turning red.

Then suddenly Etho was beside him, chuckling. “I think you need to express yourself physically, Tango.”

He was so right. 

Flames curling in the corner of his vision, Tango let out a diabolical chuckle and went. Those pandas were dead, and maybe also the keep, and hopefully also Scar. Grian too, for good measure. Why not the whole corner of the map? He heard others behind him, following him, laughing, asking if he – Tango! A blazeborn! – needed a flint and steel. 

He turned around briefly to tell them as such, and apparently that was his mistake. The red tint in his vision was replaced by an impenetrable yellow in every direction. Once again he was walled in, the little soothing noises and gestures returning. They only briefly stopped when Jimmy’s own façade finally cracked to show his frustration at something – or maybe everything – the others said, his wings flitting down so he could scold them. “Stop it right now, leave him be! You just want to see destruction!” 

For once they listened, and Tango’s world returned to being just the two of them. Truthfully, he could already feel his rage giving way when Jimmy continued. “They won’t get away with doing this, okay?” He promised. “But Let’s go calm down and think about this first. We’re all friends here, you know he didn’t mean it to really hurt. It’s a game, remember? Let’s not do anything while angry you might regret later.”

With a final, deep, smouldering sigh, Tango nodded. “Yeah. You’re right.” Of course Jimmy was right.

Jimmy smiled. “We’ll get him back, I promise. We’ll think of something more clever than just burning everything.”

“But I like burnificating things.” He grumbled, but it was playful. His tail curled around his ankle when Jimmy laughed.

He really won the soulmate jackpot. 

-

“Did you get it?”

Jimmy paused, sucking in a terrified breath at the sudden words. If Tango was speaking, though, that meant it was safe, right? He turned to his rancher, pulling out the chest plate they had just swiped, proudly holding it out. “It’s right here.”

“Nice! It looks like decent enchanting, too.” Tango patted the diamond armor, then raised it up to pat Jimmy’s head as well. “Good job, little buddy! Let’s get you home.”

Jimmy squeezed his eyes shut, partly instinctively to keep the ruffled hair out of his eyes, and partly to hold himself back from some noise that would most certainly be embarrassing. His energy instead went to his wings, which fluttered, and heels, which bounced in lieu of room to properly hop in the cramped tunnels. For a hot moment he just basked in the bit of praise. “… Okay.” He remembered to reply.

Tango moved up the ladder first with a soft chuckle. It would be a long climb up. “I gotta say,” He started. “I’m proud of you. I’m really proud of you.”

“Yeah?” Jimmy beamed. Maybe he was being a bit too self indulgent with his soulmate’s simple praise.

“Yeah. You have, um, a bit of a reputation for not lasting this long. But-!” He put out his had before Jimmy could say anything. “You’ve been careful and worked hard. You’ve really turned things around. I’m proud of you!”

Jimmy ducked a little, in case the blazeborn looked down in time to see Jimmy’s doofy smile. “Well.” He managed to reach up high enough to give a pat on the back. “It’s really all thanks to you, really.” His words came out far softer than he intended.

Tango let out a giggle, “What you talking about? I’m the one that got you explodificated!”

“No, that’s…” He let out a little frustrated noise. Honestly, Tango was such a hypocrite. Handing out praise like candy, all the while refusing to take a single compliment. “That was way at the start, back when nobody had anything.”

“True, true.” Tango hummed in that appeasing way. 

Jimmy rolled his eyes, then reached out with one of his wings to lightly smack Tango on the back of the head. It got a yelp and a betrayed pout, but Jimmy only returned it with a playful glare. “It is true, don’t say it like that.”

Tango snickered, returning to climbing. “Yes, dear.”

Jimmy smiled. “… Tango?”

“Hm?” The blazeborn’s tail flicked in acknowledgement.

“Thank you.”

A pot probably shouldn’t call a kettle black, after all.

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