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princessbrunette · 3 months

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Dealer!jj asking if you can lay over his lap and use you like a rolling table for his joints 🤭🤭🤭 he can’t help but slip his hand between your legs (certified pussy grabber) and he’d slap your thigh if you move at all, telling you to stay still so he doesn’t make a mess 🫠🫠

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you’re a giggly mess, high and blissful as you lay over jj’s toned thighs, letting him use you like a rolling table. it was a silly little idea that the two of you had joked about whilst he was smoking you out, and with a cat-like slickness, eyes low and pink— you arched your way over his lap, encouraging him to use you.

the sexual tension was barely simmering anymore, the same way it always was whenever your dealer smoked you out for free. there was just something about jj— something so charming and boyish and yet rugged and sexy that always ended you up in or over his lap, one way or another.

“might just… toss out my old tray. this is way better. by like, a mile.” he concentrates with a smirk, careful not to spill any of the leaf that had crumbled out of the second joint of the evening. “seriously, one of my best creations.” he lifts it so you can see from your position and you go to push yourself up. instead of letting you, he places a warm hand on your lower back, halting you from moving. “hey, woah— not done with you. yeah, you’re uh— you’re gonna have to stay juuust like that a little longer. you’re cool with that right? figured you… enjoy bein’ over my lap.” his dialogue slows as his eyes trail down you, now letting himself focus on the way your skirt was riding up your ass cheeks. “damn.”

“i don’t mind staying right here. you’re real comfy, jj.” you giggle, looking back at him from your compromising position. he sends you a charming little smirk as a hand creeps up the back of your thigh, soon to massage at the doughy flesh of your ass.

“well sweetcheeks feel free to stay just like that all night.” he jokes, the little southern twang in his voice always ten times stronger when he’s high. after groping you, his hand finds itself sliding between your legs, cupping your hot wet heat through your destroyed panties. “well what do we have here?” he teases and you let out a breathy little whimper.

“its the weed, i swear.” you attempt, but you catch yourself out with an airy giggle, pushing your cheek into the beaten up couch cushion.

“uh-huh, oh i’m sure.” he pushes a tongue into his cheek, fingers applying attention to your clit through the fabric and rubbing in circles making you buckle. “eeeasy there, wouldn’t want you to make a mess. not yet, anyway.” he plucks some of the fallen herb off your skirt from where he’d been using you as a table.

“take ‘em off, jayj.” you whisper, eyes closed now on cloud nine and he smiles happily, shaking his head in disbelief.

“man, i freakin’ love my job.” he grins — giddy, sliding the pink ruined fabric down your legs.

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#anon #jj maybank prompt #dealer!jj

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hotvintagepoll · 1 month

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Propaganda

Kay Francis (Jewel Robbery, I Loved A Woman, British Agent)— kay francis was an icon of glamor in her time and a top star of the 30s - she was the highest-paid actress at warner bros from 1930 to 1936. she tended to play characters who were charming, sophisticated, and elegantly dressed, and starred in at least one legitimate masterpiece, the sublime 1932 comedy trouble in paradise. her first big role was in the marx brothers movie the cocoanuts in 1929, and she and william powell made seven movies together between 1930 and 1932. even in her sillier movies she always elevates the material with her charm and presence - she never phones it in and there’s a sort of warm, knowing wittiness about her. a really good short promo from a retrospective of her movies that i think really gets her Vibe across

Elisabeth Welch (Song of Freedom, Big Fella, Dead of Night)— Starry-eyed, honey-voiced, magnetic. A Broadway star in the 1920s, she SHOULD have become a torch-singing Hollywood star when talking pictures came in. Instead she was faced with Hollywood racism, so she moved to Europe and juggled British movie roles and a top-class cabaret career. (Heard the classic songs "Stormy Weather" or "Love For Sale" or "As Time Goes By"? She introduced them all.) You need to hear her croon, so here she is co-starring with certified hot vintage man Paul Robeson [video below the cut]

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Kay Francis:

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"From 1932 through 1936, Francis was the queen of the Warner Bros. lot, and, increasingly, her films were developed as star vehicles. By 1935, Francis was one of the highest-paid actors, earning a yearly salary of $115,000, dwarfing the $18,000 Bette Davis – who would one day occupy Francis's dressing room – made. From 1930 to 1937, Francis appeared on the covers of 38 film magazines, second only to child sensation Shirley Temple's 138." Source: Wikipedia. Kay Francis is like the MOST FAMOUS Actress from the 1930s you've never heard of--and it was her and Norma Shearer who wore and made classic the 1930s tall, slim, bias cut silhouette. She ALSO has a WHOLE PODCAST episode devoted to her life and career in Hollywood--it's fascinating! She is both tough and a total wet cat.

One of the TALLEST Warner Brother stars at 5’9” and known as a “clothes horse” for her glamorous roles wearing the height of 1930s fashion. She fell out of popularity in the 40s, but her 30s work sizzles. The scene with her and Herbert Marshall in Trouble in Paradise where she says she doesn’t care about his reputation (because she’d rather sleep with him?) HAWOOGA

melted my gay heart with her butch look in stolen holiday

"My life? Well, I get up at a quarter to six in the morning if I'm going to wear an evening dress on camera. That sentence sounds a little ga-ga, doesn't it? But never mind, that's my life ... As long as they pay me my salary, they can give me a broom and I'll sweep the stage. I don't give a damn. I want the money ... When I die, I want to be cremated so that no sign of my existence is left on this earth. I can't wait to be forgotten." —From Kay Francis's private diaries, c. 1938

Elisabeth Welch:

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#elisabeth welch #kay francis #fuck that old woman #hotvintagepoll #ladies 2 #Youtube

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mindthewitch · 11 months

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OKAY NOT TO SEEM LEERY

but kinda secretly leering

The part of the Good Omens Parody from Hillywood when Hilly Hindi says "eternity" literally sets me ablaze. The gesture is just so Crowley and done very well. Plus- snake eyes and sharp teeth, if you catch my drift.

The SECOND time this happens to me is when Hilly does this bit:

"The atmosphere will soon give in. Man, I'm such a fool! Why did I fall to sin?"

AND MAKES THIS FUCKIN FACE

Not only is it adorable but it's also giving wet cat vibes and I'm here for it. 🔥

And, oh no, that's not all. Because it wouldn't be a Good Omens parody without a little emotional whiplash, I get slapped in the face with,

"Always by my side, wow!" From Hannah Hindi, playing Aziraphale.

And then am immediately drawn and quartered by

CON-SE-CRA-TED GROUND -OW!

I have this fond adoration of Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship(he is always by Aziraphale's side🥹), and for that emotion to be thrown in between me screaming "HOT"(my lesbianism is screaming here at Hilly's wonderful adaptation of Crowley) and then immediately giggling(i cannot express in words the sound i made when i first heard and saw the consecrated ground line from Hillywood. Unholy and terrifying, most likely) and rewinding it to see it all again, surely makes me a little bit insane.

Regardless, I am indeed completely insane over Good Omens and will be positively bouncing off the walls until July 28th and most likely thereafter.

Subsequently, I am certifiable over the Hillywood Parody as well. So sorry u guys for this btw.

Hilly if you see this no u didnt

Finally, this is my formal apology to all my mutuals for this post, things I have reblogged and will reblog in the future, and any other batshit things that come out of my brain. The dam wall has broken and brother I'm flooding the plains. I will not be stopping anytime soon.

#good omens #please #lol #crowley #aziraphale x crowley #my writing #aziraphale #the hillywood show #hilly hindi #hannah hindi #im hyperfixating again #and im very proud of it #i live for these gay ass supernatural entities #i need them to hold hands btw #pls neil at least give me that

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yakool-foolio · 4 months

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Vivia sneeze

I know he canonically sneezes in his first gumshoe gab (new phrase created), but I will not be swayed from the fact that this man has a certified cat sneeze. Little head shake and all! And when he's in the fireplace, all that leaves is a puff of soot. I like to imagine that after staying in the fireplace for so long, he has lil dark gray splotches of soot around his face from all the dust he's kicked up in there and let settle on him. Somebody's gotta give him a bath afterwards. Fortunately, unlike a lotta cats, he actually doesn't mind getting wet.

I also think Vivia is prone to quietly sneezing in rapid succession, one after another that can be up to five or so times. And if Yakou's around, he'll say 'bless you' after every single one instead of waiting for the chain to end.

Meanwhile, Yakou's infamous shotgun sneeze could wake the dead.

#never thought id create sneezing headcanons but life is full of surprises #fellas is it gay to project you and your bf's sneezing habits onto two fictional characters #guess who has the shotgun sneeze ._.#master detective archives: rain code #rain code #rain code headcanons #vivia twilight #yakou furio

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everything-redacted-and-others · 2 months

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Angel head-canons😇

TW: abuse, death

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•Angel blasts music in their headphones and dances around the house while cleaning/doing chores/ etc..

•David will always yell something like “ANGEL, I SHOULD NOT BE ABLE TO HEAR NIKI MINAJ HALF WAY ACROSS THE HOUSE!”

•Angel has nicknames for the whole pack, example Sam's is “old man” and Milo’s is “mile low”.

•Angel’s mom died when they where only about 7

(that leads me to my second conclusion)

•when Angel was a kid their dad was abusive and wouldn’t allow them to use eat the “normal” foods unless he cooked it himself, and that’s why Angel can’t cook very well.

(Angst is over)

•Angel always plays with the kids in the pack at pack meetings and other events, and they also bring them snacks and little treats etc..

•Angel likes to bite. Sometimes David will be doing normal things around the house like cleaning, cooking, etc.. and Angel will just come up behind him and bite his neck or arm, something like that.

(This leads me to my second conclusion)

•one time Angel bit David too hard and his arm started bleeding, it was only on one small spot but they felt so bad and kept apologizing over and over again even tho David kept telling them it was ok. They didn’t bite him for a while after that.

•Angel’s favorite sweet/bake good, is cupcakes. And when David is in a good mood or wants to do something sweet for them he will bake them cupcakes.

•Angel and Asher are besties (it’s already canon but idc) and when they met they immediately clicked and hit it off, David thought it was annoying how loud they where being at the pack meeting tho.

•Angel likes to bake but they can’t cook. They make the best sweets and baked things.

•Angel loves singing in the shower, David will come home and just hear “I SAID CERTIFIED FREAK, 7 DAYS A WEEK, WET ASS PUSSY MAKE THAT PULLOUT GAME WEAK” being yelled in the shower and he just sighs and shakes his head but he secretly thinks it’s cute.

•they love doja cat, Niki manaj, cardi b, and the weekend.

•I HAVE SAID THIS ONCE AND I’LL SAY IT AGAIN- Angel is NOT short David is just huge. They’re about 5’8 or 5’7 and they’re curvy

(that brings me to my second conclusion)

•David loves their curves and will worship their body when they feel down or insecure about it. And he also loves sliding his hands up and down their body when they both cuddle

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this has probably gotten too long lol-

#Redacted angel #redacted david #redacted davey/angel #it’s been a while since I’ve done head canons #Imma start doin them more

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quiveringdeer · 1 year

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@marleysfinest

So at first glance/thought, one would assume certified Himbo Hunk™️ Reiner "Baby got back" Braun would be a dog person.

He tries his best to stay active (even with that crippling depression--better than me baby). Sports, running, weight lifting, swimming. And sans the weight lifting, probs, a dog could do all that with him. Depending on the right breed, they're energetic and always so adorable and lovable and seeking your approval and attention. (They are Reiner!)

And that's the thing, Reiner would be a dog-person (sweet lil Rottweiler!) but he is a cat pal in actuality.

True that the dog owner stereotype--requiring that constant affection, attention and approval validation via the pup bein all up in your business 24-7-- is what Reiner would want. But cause my brain makes things sad, I feel like he'd of course treasure having a pup, but like if the dog is that way around everyone just because they're a dog then is he really special?

Must just be because that's the way its breed is -Reiner probably 🙄 (ignoring the breeds that wouldn't be like that okay braun)

BUT Cats! They are choosier with their love and attention. So he'd probably feel worthier in comparison cause he obviously earned their trust. Right? Oh Reiner darling, please express this in therapy before finding a pet.

However! This all sparked a headcanon of this stray (I love this trope okay! sue me) somewhere near his apartment/house. The third day seeing the lil emaciated pickle hanging around that area looking for scraps, he buys some nice wet food and kibble that he can leave out. The kitty is a bit feral and mistrusting. Running and hiding if he approaches. Even hissing.

But over a number of months they let him get close enough where they'll headbutt his hand if he holds it out and keeps it very still.

They also start following him when he's walking around town. A tiny lil shadow.

Maybe eventually Rei coaxes them inside so they'll be safer from the elements and danger. They're always howling for freedom--he almost renames them Eren-- but he's scared of losing them :( So he finds out about cat condos and if he's in an apartment, I could see him moving somewhere for his cat to have a little catio. Cause this man is always putting others' needs and comfort over his own.

#reiner braun #nat talks aot #aot meta #nat writes #that photo inspired me!#hope this resonates hon!#aot #reiner headcanons

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beantothemax · 9 months

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Hikari being a merfolk, should be certified WeirdTM.

Kazan tells him to be inconspicuous and has him hold flowers and then Hikari just starts eating said flowers.

Ritsu one time saw him eat a whole fish raw and he just accepted that because okay. Okay.

Castti witnesses Hikari eat plants poisonous to Humans but not to Merfolk.

Hikari regularly disappears from the ship and he comes back just looking like a wet cat saying he found a new area to search for treasure.

love this au's hikari. he can be a little weird. as a treat

hikari can't stop himself from just eating random flora. he claims that flowers taste really good and no one has the energy to stop him at this point

and wet cat hikari!!!!! give this man a towel stat

#asks #sombrerokiwi #octopath on sea au

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menlikerdotcom · 9 months

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Shall I be feral about men again?

yes, yes I shall

Specifically Venom and Eddie like OH MY GOOOOODDDSS EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

So gay

Eddie is certified wet cat and venom is a feral gremlin

I love them

also stan Dan for good things

AAAA AYESSSSSS SWEATY MAN AND A HOT MONSTER WITH A HOT TONGUE

THEYRE GAY AND IN LOVE TOP TIER MEN ALeRT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i want both of them <3

#eddie brock #venom symbiote #boy talk #boyfriend talk

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waddup-its-homegirl · 1 year

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I’ve got a certifiable case of man flu, I’m in my wet cat poor little meow meow era

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shop-cailey · 3 months

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calmingpi · 4 months

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You'd think id be more into gideon now that hes a certified wet cat of a man but ive been sitting here like more envy please? Crumbs of envy? Envy adams? Roxy maybe?

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pervysenpaix · 2 years

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Babybird| Toxic Hawks Scenarios

WARNING (18+)- NSFW Content| Viewer Discretion Advised

Your college was hosting some random discussion panel about heroes, society and whatever else political bullshit the commission wanted to push on civilians. Typically, you’d skip out on this sort of thing but tonight’s guest of honor happened to be, none other than, ProHero Hawks.

It had been 3 days since he’d texted you back and a week since he’d last dropped some dick off. So you had to make sure he knew what he was missing. You went all out, bitch. Hair, makeup, nails’ you weren’t pulling any punches. The color of your sundress complimented your skin perfectly and the material hugged your body just right, as if it were made for you. Baby, you looked amazing. Face on Halle, body on Chloe. There’s no way he’d be able to keep his eyes off you. CityGirls +3

Gotcha Bitch! That man didn’t even look your way. Strolled right past you as thirsty bitches (not you of course) fawned over him like he was god’s gift to earth. Well, the nigga do have wings and a dick that could’ve been sculpted by Michelangelo; maybe he was an Angel. I feel like I’m in heaven when I’m with him. CityGirls -25

Sis, you were livid. Legs bouncing and arms folded as you sat through that boring as discussion. To think that you’d spent all that time getting ready and he didn’t even notice you! Too busy smirking at basic bimbos and whispering to thirsty whores. The nerve! You didn’t have to take this shit, you’re (Y/N)(L/N), a bad bitch, certified freak and known throat. Bitch, that pussy do cartwheels, you don’t need to simp over this man.

As you were standing to leave you felt something soft, graze your shoulder. Tilting your head, you saw that it was a small read feather. You looked over to Hawks but he, still, wasn’t paying you no nevermind; throwing an arm over Amy Brown’s petite shoulder. That funky bitch. She wasn’t even close to your level. A known hoe, that fuck with broke niggas. She even fucked a security guard once. Yes, bitch. SECURITY. Why not the bouncer if you’re that desperate, at least he can get you back stage! She don’t love herself.

“Fuck this” you mutter, swatting at the feather as you try to leave. Suddenly, it jerks away and flies directly into your cleavage. You yelped when you felt the softness graze your nipples and had to cover your mouth when curious cats turned your way. “Sorry!” you whispered, sinking back down into your seat. The feather caressed the tips of your sensitive buds; that bastard, he knows how much you love nipple play. After teasing your peaks a while longer the feather edges lower, sliding into your panties and slipping down your wet cunt. It vibrated against your clit, enough to draw out soft moans that had you biting your fist. When it ghosted past your entrance you knew that it’d only be a matter of time before your were cumming.

You held your chest, blinking stars out of your eyes as you came down from your orgasm. It was amazing but also so embarrassing ! You’d just came in a room full of people while the object of your desire flirting with the neighborhood hoe. What in the actual fuck? Your phone vibrates and you see that you have a notification from |Keigo😍🤞💍🍆|

“Until next time, babybird”

@gabzlovesu cause i hear that this your man 😁

#toxichawks #hawks x black!reader #hawks x y/n #hawks smut #hawks #mha fanfiction #mha x black reader #black reader #mha smut

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hslllot · 3 years

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Gemma and Anne’s IG posts the other day had me thinking of how whenever they are together without Harry, especially with their cousins and family friends, he probably gets serious FOMO.

He loves his family (especially his mum) more than anything, and you find it incredibly endearing. But when he knows everyone is back home together having a good time without him, he gets all pouty and feels a bit sorry for himself. He glues himself to the group chat and Instagram so he can get updates on what they’re up to. He likes all of their posts and reacts to their stories (on his private account of course) as if it makes him feel more included. Maybe they’ll see the notification and think of him, or even send a text with a “wish you were here!”

And you don’t want to feel bad for him, given that the two of you are spending some much needed quality time together in a private villa, in Italy of all places! Recently, coordinating your schedules has been an absolute nightmare, so it was a miracle that you were able to take some time away from work to join him on this trip. Although he’s technically here on business (filming and Gucci and whatnot), you’ve spent the majority of the time side-by-side basking in the sunshine by the pool (and wrapped around one another in the bedroom).

In fact, a part of you is slightly annoyed that he is wishing he were somewhere else instead of appreciating his time with you. But another part of you, perhaps the more compassionate part, knows that he doesn’t get to see his family as often as he likes, especially since he’s been extremely busy lately. Deep down you know he’s happy and grateful to be spending time with you in a beautiful country, living a lavish life that many could only dream of… But Harry is a certified mama’s boy who hasn’t been home in months.

So when you roll over in your lounge chair onto your side and see the man you love looking down at his phone scrolling through photos in the family group chat with his eyebrows furrowed, you know what you need to do.

“Hey baby?” You reach out and place your hand on his forearm, rubbing your thumb back and forth against his warm, sun-kissed skin, as if to soothe him.

“Hmmm?” He doesn’t look up from his phone, but lets you know that he’s listening.

“It’s been a while since we’ve seen Anne and I quite miss her. How would you feel about stopping in Holmes Chapel before we head back to London? I think I can swing a couple extra days off work.”

When he finally looks up from his phone and turns his head toward you, you see a sparkle in his eye and a smile as bright and wide as the Cheshire Cat. He scrambles up from his lounge chair and quickly moves onto yours. Straddling you with his entire body weight pinning you down, he wraps you in his arms and starts placing quick kisses all over your face.

“Yes,” is all he says before placing a long, slightly wet, kiss on your forehead. “I would like that very much, thank you.” Unable to wipe the smile from his face, he places one more tender kiss on your lips.

You reach for the sunglasses that sit atop his head and remove them so you can run your fingers through his soft brown curls. “You’re welcome, H.” He leans into your touch, eager for a cuddle. “But you have to get off me. You’re squishing me.”

“Right, sorry.” He unwraps himself and moves to sit by your feet at the end of the chair. “Actually, I think it’s time we get out of the sun, yeah?” He grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers. The sly look on his face is all too familiar as his gaze trails down your body. “You’re lookin’ a little sunburnt, but I’ve got something I can rub on that back in the room.”

#yikes #i've been daydreaming about h a lot lately #someone tell me to stop and do some school work #bye #concepts #my writing

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nymphigeon · 3 years

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From me, to you || 07

♤ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

♤ Genre: fluff, angst, romance, hybrid au, hybrid!Taehyung, detective!reader

♤ Words: 2.5k

♤ Rating: PG-13

♤ Warnings (for this chapter): Mentions of hybrid abuse, swearing.

♤ A/N: Surprise! I'm really sorry it took me this long, but I finally found the time and drive to write again :) Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Synopsis: A story in which he has never known love, so you’ll give it to him.

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"What do you mean this hybrid doesn't exist?"

Her eyes are wavering with an unspoken fear, perhaps caused by the bitterness my questions holds. I'm not happy, and she knows.

“It’s just, the chance that a dangerous breed such as the tiger hybrid would escape our system is basically zero..” The gaze she held on the computer screen unsurely moves my way. My expression must've instilled another layer of anxiety to the already existing one, as her mouth abruptly stops moving and her pupils dilate.

“Go on, explain.” The tone of my voice softens a bit as I notice her visible discomfort worsening. Even if there is no way that I’ll get any information from this place regarding Taehyung and his owner, I would still like to know why they’re both not showing up here.

Eun-ji takes a few deep breaths to stabilize her voice. As she does her posture slowly relaxes just a little and her eyes lose some of the nervousness they held before. “Because the first ‘successful’ tiger hybrid ran rampant after killing their creator, anyone who still breeds or creates them is being watched very closely by us, as well as by some other institutions.”

Perhaps it’s my lack of reaction that causes her to trail off at the end. Though I’m not judging her or her story, unlike she may think. To encourage her to continue, I give her a nod, tilting my head to show interest.

“The regular citizen isn’t even allowed to have one, needing special training to handle them. It’s like that for most hybrids that find their origins in wild animals. Creating tiger hybrids obviously requires a lot of knowledge when it comes to playing with genes and breeding them…. Well there are only three organization that are authorized to do so. All the resulting hybrids are registered and chipped.”

The explanation, which turns out to be a lengthy one, gets broken by a shuddering breath leaving her lips. She composes herself, clinging on to the little confidence she has left in her line of work to speak about the rest of her clarification.

“Of course people have tried to do it themselves, but those d.i.y operations have always ended in disappointment. If not taken proper care of, with substances only a board certified hybrid doctor can provide you, the pregnancy will fail. These are no easy practices they are dealing with.”

After the girls’ last words I give myself some time to think, letting a silence full of tension fill the room. It must be obvious that my mind is somewhere else at the moment, as the other girl in the room does her best to stay quiet. I don’t need much time however, my thoughts having quickly rearranged themselves as they were trained to do.

“So what you’re saying is, since tiger hybrids are hard to ‘create’, if you will, there are only a few people who actually manage to bring them to life. And so those few people are kept under close watch, as are the hybrids they successfully wake, am I correct?”

Eun-ji nods affirmatively, clearly happy that I seem to understand the situation. “So there is absolutely no way that someone without authorization has had a decent attempt at either genetically merging a human together with a tiger or getting a tiger hybrid pregnancy to be successful?”

Perhaps there might be a bit of scepticism in the question I asked, as her attitude immediately changes into a defensive one. “There is not! Whatever hybrid you’re searching for either gave you a false identity or is not a tiger hybrid at all, which would seem rather unlikely. I told you they get chipped right? Why not go look into that.”

“He doesn’t have one. We already had a hospital take a look at him, they didn’t find anything. ” The statement seems to shock her, the gears in her head instantly turning as to find an answer to this riddle. She however can’t seem to get one.

“They can be removed, can they not? They’re just under the skin. If someone decided to just cut it out they could. Terrifying, but plausible. Either that or one of your faithful authorized employees has been leaking information to outsiders.”

This is where Eun-ji seems to give up. Her shoulders sagging and a heavy sigh leaving her lips. “There would still be the problem of the missing equipment, test subjects, practice… How would you even get hold of fertilized human eggs to play around with? But I guess that wouldn’t be totally impossible. As for cutting it out… There would be a noticeable scar. The implants are always put in the same place, it wouldn’t be hard to miss.”

I make a mental note stating to ask Taehyung about all of this when I get back. If anyone knows how he got onto this world it would be him. “Is there a possibility that you could have someone look into it?” The girl nods in defeat, paying more attention to the ground than to anything else. “I’ll see if I can get someone on the case. I’ll have them contact you if we know anything.”

After those words she turns around in her chair, facing the monitor that had already put itself into sleep, and turns it off. Taking a notepad out of the drawer to her left, she quickly writes something down with the pen from her breast pocket. “I’ll get on it right away. Would you like me to walk you back to the exit?”

I shake my head. “No It’s okay, I’ll find my way back. Thank you for cooperating.” Eun-ji gives me a small smile, followed by a bow and walks out of the room taking the note with her, presumably immediately keeping herself busy with the extra work. Not wanting to waste any time I copy her, walking myself back into the direction we came from. Turns out it proves quite easy to find the exit by myself.

It’s already far past dinnertime when I make it back to the office. Not many of my colleagues have remained in their seats, most of them opting for a nice meal with their families. The few that have stayed behind are mostly known to live alone, quite like myself.

I quietly knock on my supervisor’s door, but when no response emerges from within the room, I can safely deduce that she too has already returned home. “I’ll have to write her a report about today later..” I mutter to myself, before stepping away from the door and instead heading to the cells at the back.

Technically the arrest period had already ended for Taehyung, as the law wouldn’t allow us to keep him locked up for any longer without any charges being held against him. His cell however technically was never locked and so even now, he is free to go wherever he wants. Though it didn’t change the fact that he still has no place to go to.

“Good evening. Had anything to eat yet?” He just chose to stay here and we accepted it. “Oh, hello! Yes, that tall handsome bulky man gave me something earlier, I can’t remember his name. He said something about it ‘being the best shit in town’.”

I slightly giggle at his quote, knowing immediately who it belongs to. “That definitely sounds like something Namjoon would say. What did he give you?”

Taehyung looks a lot better than he did yesterday. The stress of the interrogation seems to have completely worn off, instead traded for the sweet bouncy personality he used to show around me.

“Umm it was something in the shape of a circle and it had meat all over it… Oh! I think he called it a pizza? It was delicious!”

“You’ve never had pizza before?” The words leave my mouth before I actually get the chance to process them, causing me to instantly regret ever even opening my mouth. These days are stressful enough for him as they are, he doesn’t need a painful reminder of the life he never got to live on top of that.

The question doesn’t seem to hit him as hard as I though it would though. In fact, his demeanour doesn’t seem to change at all. Although sadly, it doesn’t make his next words any less painful. “Nope! When I first got adopted all they would feed me was wet cat food. It wasn’t great, but at least I got my three meals a day. The foster family I stayed at after my first owners mysteriously disappeared didn’t actually have the money to even take proper care of themselves, so at that time all I would get was whatever was left of their dinner that day, if there was even any left. It was mostly just greens. The lack of meat made me real sick at the time.”

He pauses talking for a second to look up at my face through the metal bars. The content look on his face quickly changes to one of worry once he catches my eyes. It’s no mystery why, I know I look at him pitifully. Even if he may not wish for my concern, I am only human. I can perfectly hide it when I need to, but this is not one of those cases.

“There it is again, that sad look on your face…” He sits up straight on the side of his bed to fully observe me, a tilt of his head giving him away. I send a sad chuckle his way as I reach for the door of his enclosure, inviting myself into the small space with him. He doesn’t object.

“Is it that obvious?” It was meant more as a way to lighten the mood, not as an actual question that needs answering. He still does however, giving me a simple slow nod. “You don’t need to feel bad for me.”

“Someone has to. You deserve at least that much.”

There’s a chair neatly placed under a small desk in the room. It used to be quite lively, with all kinds of bright colours blending into each other. It was a little positive additive into the dark grey room, but after all the anger that has been acted out on it, it no longer has that same shine.

I pull the chair out to place myself upon it, straddling the seat while I rest my arms on top of the back rest. Facing the tiger I use my arms as a pillow to lean my head on, making myself comfortable on the creaking furniture.

“Say, Taehyung, do you remember anything from when and where you were formed?”

He seems slightly taken aback at first, though quickly regains his composure. He also doesn’t immediately answer, first taking some time to think before coming back to me. “I was born a hybrid to two purebred tiger hybrids. They did their best trying to care for me in the little time we got to spend together, but seeing as it happened on a breeding farm getting to spend time with my parents wasn’t the plan. I got sold off pretty quickly, as soon as I learned to hold my first few full conversations.”

“Do you… Would you happen to know what happened to the farm? To your parents?” I fail to hide my apprehensiveness, needing too much space to form a careful approach. This shouldn’t feel like an interrogation to him, I never even announced one. There is little reason for him to answer me, the vital information from his side has already been given anyway. Nonetheless, even though I probably shouldn’t be doing this right now, I can’t just miss this opportunity.

“I heard my adoptive family talking about how the place was burnt down a while later. Most likely the police had caught a hold of it and they had to delete their left behind evidence. Both building and hybrids.”

Despite talking about the death of his parents, he seems to tell the story with relative ease. Probably not having much connection with the far past, his brain too young to truly hold on to the memory of them.

“They were successful too, as the case got dropped faster than lightning. It wasn’t long before the general public forgot about it too, believing it was just another misunderstanding. Besides, hybrid lives weren’t as important anyway.”

The amount of rights hybrids had when they were first created back in the day were close to zero, only strictly being seen as objects to show off whatever possible wealth one may have had. For a while there was even a popular theory going around that hybrids didn’t actually have the ability to feel any kind of emotion or pain. The genetic puzzle wouldn’t allow for it, as it had been tampered with to an extreme extent. This only built on the carelessness shown towards them, slowly chipping away at their sanity.

Although the rumours were wrong, they came from a place of truth. Facial expressions were rare for hybrids, as was the ability to speak. Most of them couldn’t even keep up with regular humans, exhaustion quickly taking over the little anger they could show. Scientists hadn’t yet quite figured out how to perfectly combine the pieces of genetic code and so hybrids were more like living dolls in the eyes of evil humans. Having no voice to object and barely any means to actually hurt anyone, it wasn’t much of a surprise the selfish nature in humans came to rise.

Luckily, or depending on how you look at it, sadly, these first generation hybrids were never able to reproduce. The doll like hybrid features eventually died out with the rise of the newly perfected pieces and the theory was debunked by a group of scientist who actually did care about the hybrids’ wellbeing. Those hybrids had lived through countless punishments, and every single one of them had hurt. A lot.

Right now hybrids in a lot of ways are superior to the rest of us. Having the combined senses of both animal and human alike, society has reluctantly given up on trying to contain them. They are still to be bought and owned, but no longer to be treated like dirt. The smartest of hybrids have even already gotten complete freedom to do as the please, no longer having to be bound to a human to roam freely. However, those unable to pass the close to impossible tests aren’t so lucky.

“I’m sorry about what happened.”

Taehyung gives me a reassuring wave of his hand, effectively trying to lighten the mood, along with a sad smile. It wouldn’t take a trained professional to know he still longs for his parent’s presence, even if he may do well hiding it.

“It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault.”

That doesn’t make the situation more okay, but I hold my remarks back. For now, that might just be for the best.

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