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gatorbites-imagines · 9 months

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Would you do another Clark Kent X top!male reader with a scent/ musk kink?

Something like both the reader and Clark are kryptonians and scent is really important and strong for them. They’re having their like first time from being away from each other in a while and Clark goes feral for the readers smell.

Thanks for your consideration :)

Clark Kent x kryptonian male reader

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This took like three times as long as normal to write. This is also loosely inspired by this toecurlingly delicious ghostsoap fic I read the other day. Also, kryptonian headcanons be upon ye.

Theres no actual in hole action in this and its shorter than normal cuz Im trying out kryptonian words, so I’ll add a translation under the cut.

Zughozh = war suit, armor

Zrhymin = spouse, masculine

Zhao = romantic love, lust

Ugahn = mission, task, job

Usemehd = longing, craving

Vahn = passive form, to smell or sniff

Kolir = to touch or feel

Jurim = Skin

Wailagehd = satiation, fullness, wholeness

Shom = fire

Ehvahn = Active form, to smell or sniff

Eul = God

Eurredhuhs = shrine, church, temple

Zrhueiao = beautiful, appealing

The mechanical door barely shut behind the two of you before you were all over one another, hands grabbing at fabric and tearing, teeth biting, tongues licking, growls and purrs leaving the strange piece of biology your species possess in their throat and chest. A loud trilled noise leaves Clare as you tear the fabric of his Zughozh and dig your thumbs into the spot under his pecs, where humans have their solar plexus.

Clarks knees buckle like wet tissue paper as you massage at his sunspot, an organ settled in the same area as the solar plexus on humans, an area that stores the extra radiation you gather from the sun that isn’t used to sustain or give you power. Normally it means nothing, but between Zrhymin who share a deep zhao, the meaning it deeper, as the organ grows sensitive in response to one’s other half and their presence.

A long time has passed since you two have been together, separated by Ugahn, as your duties as heroes fill your lives so deeply. But it doesn’t stop the two of you from feeling the deep Usemehd for the others Vahn and Kolir, to rub and lick the heavy scents and musk off one another’s Jurim and make it part of oneself. You were less effected, as you had stayed on earth as Clark was away on his mission, giving you the ability to return to the fortress of solitude or your shared home to take in Clark’s scent and musk.

But Clark had had no one but himself for all this time, leaving him feeling empty and lacking Wailagehd, his inner most needs and cravings left longing and aching. Even as he would lay awake at night pleasuring himself to the thought of you, of your scent, of your strong musk, and the pheromones you carried that set him on shom. Even as he keened into the night, making himself finish over and over, always left lacking and empty without you there to purr at him, to touch him and rub your essence all over his Jurim.

Maybe it was because of your higher caste, born of a higher evolved stage of kryptonians, that left your scent so addicting to Clark. Left him feeling like an addict huffing your laundry and used towels as he jerked himself off, feeling like some kind of pervert. But the way you reacted similarly to his own scent, and how you were quick to spread his legs, or bend him over whatever surface present, told him you craved him just as deeply.

But the separation had left Clark so deeply Usemehd, that you found him collapsing to his knees, his strong grip tearing your Zughozh with a level of desperation and neediness you had so rarely seen from your Zrhomin. His face was quickly buried in the crevice between your thigh and your torso, Clark making sure to inhale and Ehvahn your very essence, his hands massaging and rubbing at you as if worshipping you like some type of Eul in a Eurredhuhs.

As your fingers run through Clarks curls, trying to pull him back so as to kiss him, your Zrhomin growls, his eyes cracking open just a smidge to glare at you with glowing red eyes. His lip pulls back just enough to show off his sharper canines, his action only causing soft laughter to leave you as you pull him closer to your body, letting him indulge himself as deeply as he wants.

His worship makes you throb, hard and leaking, something that only strengthens your musk and smells, which only seem to work Clark even harder. The steady drip drip drip you can hear between Clark’s thighs tell you he is just as soaked, his cum soaking through his boxers and onto the floor in a puddle, just from touching you alone.

He is Zrhueiao between your thighs, nose burying deeper into your crevices and musk filled areas, his wet tongue and mouth leaving you slick and heady, the guttural purrs passing your lips matching his own. Before the night is over, you will have covered Clark in all you are, as will he to you, and though only other kryptonians would be able to smell, it will settle something deep and primal in the both of you.

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sweaterweatherever · 1 year

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Could I maybe request a Xavier one-shot where reader is part hell hound and he doesn't know that's a hell hound and so he meets hell hound version of her every night at his shed and he just takes it in as his pet but then one day she has a slip up maybe she got too angry or something and accidentally transforms infornt of him and ends fluffy or smutty if smutty then maybe he calls her his pet and it's kinky

Imagine is just cuz it looks nice and I was excited to share it when I found it looking on Google lol

Stray (Xavier Thorpe x Reader)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x AFAB Reader

Warnings: Friends to enemies to lovers. Smut. AGED UP CHARACTERS. Minors DNI. Pet play. I promise you, it’s not as dirty as you might think! Unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of anal. Xavier gets whiny, and actually calls the reader a bitch during a fight.

A/N: I finally did it and changed the colors and icon! As for the fic, I made it so no one knows what reader is because it made more sense for Xavier not catching on. Also, go to therapy. Don't be like them. Maybe OCC? Thank you all who encouraged me to post it, because it is wordy! I just love writing desperate romantics.

Requested: Yes. Loved getting the image @littlewierdalien Sorry if I just took your idea and went wild.

You stretched while sitting cross-legged on your bed. Your arms came to raise high over your head, and then you bent forward. It was no use. Your joints were still hurting.

“You should go run.” Yoko said, bored out of her mind. She was scrolling in some social media app on her phone, with the sound off, so you were unable to tell what it was. “I can hear your back pop from here.”

“Yeah, maybe. It’s just I don’t…” You walked to the window. Not a full moon, you should be safe from werewolves. But the weather was still nice, and it was before curfew, so there was a chance there were some students out there. “I don’t think it is a good idea.”

“No one will see. And if they do, what does it matter? As long as they don’t see you shift, no one needs to know you are anything else but a stray.”

“You are pushy today.” But still, you took off your jacket, leaving you in your t-shirt and sweatpants. You took your shoes off too. Quickly, you connected your phone to the charger and plugged it in.

“You are driving me crazy, with all the popping and stretching. You will get, like, arthritis or something.” Yoko said, frowning. She was somewhat right. Your senses were enhanced too, and you knew hearing your joints creak could be creepy. If you could stop it, you would, but staying too much time in one form tended to make things like this one happen.

“Fine.” You grumbled. “I will be back before midnight.”

The halls of Nevermore were quiet, so close to curfew. There were barely any students out of the dorms, and you stuck to the shadows, making sure of not being seen. Your feet were hurting from the cold, but it was for the best. The fewer clothes you took with you, the less you had to hide when you shifted.

No one bothered you as you made your way to the forest. It was a beautiful night, the forest smelled like wet earth and leaves, but it had passed enough time since the rain that there were interesting scents there. Your inner hound was begging you to let her loose, so she could chase them and exhaust herself running down some prey.

You found a secluded path and started stripping, placing your clothes beneath some trees. When you were younger, changing had been as easy as breathing, often shifting between the two in your childhood home, secluded from society. But then, you had gotten older, you had needed to go outside your protected little bubble, and you had to put an end to it because it just wasn’t normal. Little girls weren’t supposed to turn into big, salivating hellhounds, it just wasn’t right. It didn’t help that hellhounds were an endangered species, since they were the perfect guard dogs. If anyone found out what you were, you could have ended up hunted down by unscrupulous people, who would love to use you as a breeding mare for perfect little soldiers. And so, you had learned to space out your shifts, spending a long time in your human form and hiding what you were.

In Nevermore, that made you a mystery. No one, except your roommate, knew exactly what kind of outcast you were. Some speculated you were a normie, here by chance. You and the staff had encouraged that perception, even at the cost of making you an easy prey for bullies. It was for your protection, Principal Weems had said. She didn’t want the kind of attention that your secret being known would bring to the school, or to you.

Shifting was harder, now, body out of practice, out of tune with your double nature. You took a deep breath and prepared for the pain that always came when you spent too much time stuck as a human. The crackling of bones, the joints popping, and the hair piercing skin was as unpleasant as ever. To you, it felt like it took an eternity, but you knew thanks to Yoko the shift was smooth. One second there was a girl there, the next a black hound stood.

You opened your jaws, making them pop. It felt good to be in this form again. Things just seemed clearer, easier. Dog’s thoughts were much simpler than humans, and they were such instinctual creatures, too. It was all about the smells, the noises, the tastes. It was a refugee for when life as a human got too complicated.

You started sniffing the place. There were a few familiar smells in the forest. Boy, outcast, like you. You didn’t know who he was, but he was near. Strange smell, boy. The one who hanged around Wednesday, the barista. He had always smelled odd. Normie, female. Mrs. Thornhill. You liked normies's scent, it was much softer than outcasts. Her scent would be the one you would track for the night, you decided.

You did a few laps, the same she must have done when collecting her plants. Then, you got distracted by a bird, and choose to chase it, unknowingly dragging you closer to a well-travelled path. Again the smell, boy, outcast. Not nice, it smelt artificial. It made you sneeze. The boy's scent was covered by something, without it, it could be much nicer. It wasn’t perfume, you knew how that smelled. You were pondering what it was when the bird suddenly startled, and so did you. Someone was coming down the path. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest, your legs tensing, ears going down. It was a tall person, although you couldn’t see their face. Boy. Outcast. Not wolf, not gorgon, not vampire. Sirens and psychics, those were harder to detect. And much harder to fool. In your panic, you forgot the first rule of the forest. Watching your step.

You fell into a ditch with a sharp yelp. Pain throbbed in your front leg, and you started crying out almost immediately. It was instinct.

“Who's there?” A male voice asked. You shut up immediately. It was no use. You heard the tell-tale sound of leaves crunching underneath boots. Shifting would be a bad idea, leaving you hurt, naked and stranded in a ditch with a stranger. But staying like this left you vulnerable: What if it was a bad person and tried to hurt you? Some people did that to dogs. Or… seeing you were injured, chose to be merciful and kill you? People did that too to dogs, all the time. Or was it done to horses? When they broke a leg? Panic was grasping at your heart and your thoughts were racing too much to allow you to think. It was no wonder the stranger caught up to you.

“Oh.” The guy said, and you looked up to meet your eyes with the ones of Xavier Thorpe. Of course. Of all shitty things. You two didn't know each other, not formally. He was in some of your classes and Enid, Yoko's best friend, knew all the juicy gossip about him.

You growled, showing a row of pointy teeth.

“Shh. I’m not going to hurt you.” Thorpe raised his hands in surrender, and slowly approached the ditch. He was very tall. That was all you could think of. One of the tallest boys in your year and now, since you were in your hound form laying on a ditch, his height made it all more intimidating. You panted, eyes going glassy with the pain and fear.

Thorpe kneeled near the edge of the ditch, lowering one of his hands for you to sniff. He was brave, you had to give him that. You struggled to scamper away from his hand, but were unsuccessful. The pain in your leg was too great. You wondered if the injury would translate to your human form as a broken wrist.

“Easy there.” His voice was low and patient, hand still extended. You gave him a careful sniff. His fear was obvious in the way his body tensed, but his hand did not twitch. He smelled like the something that made you sniff before, some sort of chemical. Paint. You gave him a careful lick. Thorpe smiled. “Good boy.”

Thorpe patted your head. “I am going to get down there with you.” He announced, and sit down with his leg hanging in the border of it. You whimpered, but made no move to attack him. Thorpe lowered himself next to you. God, the boy was foolish, getting inside an enclosed space with a hurt dog that weighted at least 120 pounds.

“Okay, I’m going to try to lift you up.” He explained, as if you could actually understand him. You flinched when he touched your back, but allowed him to do it. One of his hands touched your hurt leg, and you started whimpering in pain again, showing him your teeth. Thorpe did not freak out, raising his hands in surrender again and standing very still.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” This time, his hands went beneath you, lifting you in such a way your legs were up in the air. The human part of you fought the instinct to growl and turn, hiding your weak areas. Thorpe was forcing you to expose your tummy and neck, and you didn’t like it. “Oh, you are a girl.” He commented, while placing you carefully in terrain next to the ditch. You tried to stand and run, but were unable to put weight on your hurt paw, whining again.

“Shh…love, take it easy.” Thorpe pulled himself out of the ditch, face stained with dirt. He was trying to calm you down, but you could tell he was nervous too. Hearing you wail in pain was killing him, so you attempted to tone it down for his sake. “I… I’ll get you water and food, just wait here.”

True to his word, he gets back with water and some food. You lap gratefully at the water, watching how he cuts a steak into tiny pieces, slowly, painstakingly.

“I couldn’t get dog food, but I snuck into the kitchens for these. Google says dogs can eat meat, both raw and cooked.” He offers you a tiny piece, and you chew it greedily. You are exhausted, and shifting burns plenty of calories. So does being in pain. “God, why I am explaining this to you? I lost it, finally.” Thorpe chuckles to himself.

You push your nose against his knee. He pets your head, and you close your eyes in pleasure. Petting is something only your parents used to do for you, and here, with half of the semester already gone, something you miss.

“I wish I could do more for you.” Thorpe rubs at your ears. “I don’t know whether your paw is broken or not, or where to take you.” He falls silent after that.

You stay there for what feels like hours. He keeps patting your head softly, and you start to doze, muzzle against his thigh. The moon is high in the sky when Thorpe gets up and leaves, giving you a regretful glance. “If you come back tomorrow, I’ll be here.” He says. You stare at him. When you judge he is far enough, you transform back into human.

“Fuck.” The pain on your wrist, it has to be one of the worst things you have ever felt. Transforming back hasn’t done you any favors, but you cradle it to your chest and hurry towards your clothes. Staying out of your dorm isn’t an option tonight, Yoko must be having kittens at your lateness. You had told her you would be out only half an hour and by the position of the moon in the sky, it must be near midnight. You manage to sneak in undetected, and notice that Yoko’s light is off, since you can’t see it from the hall.

“What the hell were you thinking?” As soon as you open the door, you come face to face with your disgruntled roommate, who turns the lights on like you are the teenager just caught sneaking around in some teenage movie.

“Oh my god, you just gave me a heart attack!” You clutch at your chest.

“Oh, I did?” Yoko asks, lifting an eyebrow in a way that’s so effortlessly cool you envy her. “And how do you think I felt when you disappeared for, like, four hours and I tried calling you and your phone was here?”

“Sorry, Yoko.” You walk to your bed, hiding your wrist behind your back. “I… I ran into Bianca’s ex. I couldn’t come back sooner.”

“You smell wrong.” She answers, eyeing you up and down. “Like blood. But not bleeding.” She takes a suspicious glance at the way you are standing with your hands behind your back. “Show me your hands.” Yoko orders.

“What? Why?” You try to play it cool, like you don’t know what she is talking about. But you aren’t exactly a great actress, so it comes out far too defensive.

“Don’t play stupid. Did Xavier do something…?” Yoko pounces like a shark smelling water, already thinking on the worst-case scenario. She has a soft spot for you, so even if she is friends with him, you know Yoko would kick his ass no questions asked.

“No!” You hurry to say, and show her your wrist. Under the light of the lamp, you can tell it’s starting to bruise. “I think I broke it. He startled me and I fell into a ditch.”

“A bruise, of course.” Yoko steps forward and gently cradles your wrist between her hands, fangs popping a little. She twists it, abruptly. You yelp, but don’t pull away. It doesn’t hurt as bad as you thought. “Only sprained, don’t worry. We will put it in a brace and I bet you will be better in no time. You got better healing than baseline humans, right?”

“Just like you.” You answer and allow her to take care of you.

Your wrist takes about two weeks to heal. Time enough for the hound to get antsy under your skin. So, the first night you get the chance, you announce to Yoko you are going running and that you might be out a while.

The shift is smoother, this time. Less pain, your body remembering it has changed not so log ago, but your joints still ache. Your front leg is still a little weak, and so, you skip the running tonight, choosing to walk. For some reason, the dog’s mind is very fixated on Thorpe’s smell, and you end up following it all the way to his shed. The door is halfway open, and since the hound isn't really concerned about boundaries in the same way humans are, you push it open with your nose.

He is in front of a canvas, drawing something with harsh, angry strokes. He jumps a little with the sound of the door opening, turning towards it with the brush held out like a weapon. His eyes scan the door, and when they meet yours, he relaxes.

“Hey, girl. You look better.” Thorpe greets, setting down the brush. He steps closer to you and rubs at your ears. You understand then why the pull of the hound towards this place was so strong. Dogs are social creatures, and she often feels lonely. It's like this deadly secret only you and Yoko know separates you from other people, like some sort of Cain’s mark that doesn’t let you be really close to anyone. The hound craves interaction, and Thorpe treats you like a human, and one he cares about. The hound loves it. “Came to see me?”

You nose his thigh, sneezing a little at the smell of paint.

“Oh, you poor thing.” He steps away, and you barely can stop the whine from leaving your throat. “Here, let me open the windows.”

Thorpe busies himself setting you up with a bowl of water. He then places a blanket on the floor and offers the space to you. If you were human, you would smile at his kindness, but the only way you can show your appreciation in this form is by wagging your tail and licking excitedly at his hands. He doesn’t seem to mind, petting you absentmindedly and going back to his painting. You doze then.

You wake up when someone yelps, near you. Lost in the instincts of the dog, you bark sharply, still half asleep. You come to your senses when you see Thorpe with blood coming out of the back of his neck. You rush to his side, sniffing the canvas carefully. A monster squirms inside of it, trying to escape. You had heard about his powers, the art animation. He must have lost control in some way.

“Easy, there.” Thorpe says when the monster finally stills. “I keep dreaming about him.” He confesses, rubbing your back. You allow it because he looks shaken. It’s more for him than for you. “This monster… I think it is the one behind the attacks.”

You lick at his hand because what else can you do? You are terrified, but there is not a lot you could do in dog form about it, much less without blowing your cover of a domestic, totally normal, yet oversized dog.

It goes to hell that Monday. You are talking to Yoko, on your way to class, when a hand grasps your wrist from behind. You turn, eyes narrowed.

“I… Sorry…” Thorpe says, a blush creeping on his cheeks. His hand is still holding your arm, a grip gentle enough you could slip out of it if you wanted to. “You look familiar… Have we met?”

Yoko gives him an unimpressed look, grabbing your wrist and tugging it out of his arm. You mourn the loss of contact immediately.

“No.” Yoko answers. “My roommate and you don’t know each other.”

“Are you sure…?” Thorpe asks, looking attentively at your face. He is genuinely confused, and you panic. You need him to stop looking at you so closely, you don’t need this kind of attention. “Your eyes…”

“Those kinds of lines don’t work on me.” You laugh, airily, trying to do your best impression of a silly, flirty girl. You don’t want him thinking too much about your eyes, the same ones of the too intelligent hound he has met twice already. “I’m Y/N.”

“Xavier.” He says, caught out of guard. Xavier continues to stare at your eyes. “I feel like I have seen you before…”

“Yeah, in the like, five classes you share.” Yoko rolls her eyes and starts dragging you away. “We will be late.”

You should stop. You know it. It would be a risk, a stupid one, to keep going back to him when he is so observant. But you can’t help it. There is something about him that calls to you. The hound is obsessed with him, his smell, his gentle touch. She likes him, in a way she hasn’t taken to any other human before, except your family. You keep going to the shed and try not to feel too guilty when he talks to you and pets you, all kind words and soft touches.

“I keep seeing this girl…” He explains to you, one day, when the bags beneath his eyes are more prominent than ever. Xavier looks so tired, your heart hurts for him. You had assumed it was dreams of the monster keeping him up, but that is not it. “She… I have seen her in class. We talked the other day. She stands, naked in the forest, blood all over. But I can’t help her. When I call her name, the dream disappears.” He laughs, humorlessly. You place your paw over his leg, demanding pets. “I tried talking to her, but she thought I was flirting with her and… God, she is friends with Yoko and she is a menace. I don’t want to creep her out.” You press your paw, more insistently. Xavier smiles slightly and rubs behind your ears, just in the way you like it. You offer more of yourself to be pet.

It’s bad, then. You have gathered that Xavier’s only power isn’t just art animation, but that he is also a psychic. The only explanation you think is possible is that you get attacked by the monster, and you turn to defend yourself. Xavier doesn’t tell you if the blood that covers you is yours or is it from someone else. You can’t ask.

Living in fear isn’t a new sensation for you. You are constantly scared of your secret coming out. Living knowing danger is imminent and everything you fought so hard to keep buried is going to come up any minute, is strange. You are afraid, yes. You are also on edge. Yoko constantly sends you to run in the forest because she can’t stand you. You see more of Xavier.

One night, you find him sitting down on the floor, head buried between his knees. He smells sad. You lick at what you can reach of his face, cleaning his tears. That makes him laugh a little. He hugs you against him, burying his face in your fur, like a scared little kid. You feel a pang on your heart when you hear him breathe harshly, trying to calm down. Xavier lets out a puff of air, and you squirm.

“Fuck, sorry. You are such a good girl.” He says, scratching behind your ears. “I got bad news from home. My dad, he can be such an asshole…” And so, he tells you about his father, and you vow to keep it a secret because he doesn’t really know you understand what he is telling you.

Then, they take him in custody for the murders, and you don’t understand. You cry, and punch your pillow, and you can’t say anything because you are not certain, you weren’t exactly keeping track, but you think you can be his alibi. It would mean sacrificing everything, and it’s tearing you apart, and so, you spend many sleepless nights of your own.

It finally falls apart when Crackstone attacks the school. You don’t know it then, you will learn it later. What you do know, is that Enid is missing, and that Yoko is worried sick. She blurts out something about a secret society, torturing the barista at the Weathervane.

“I think she went after Wednesday, and she can’t wolf out yet. The others… It is a blood moon, you see. You are the only one who can turn into something heavy enough to stop the Hyde.” She pleads, grasping your hands in hers. There is a desperate look in her eyes, and you know, you know, you can’t say no. You like Enid and getting the Hyde would mean getting Xavier back. If you play your hand well enough, no one has to find out. “Go after her, Y/N, please.”

And you do. You don’t even change clothes, running out still in your boots and coat. In the woods, you find a pink werewolf holding her own pretty well against the ugliest monster you have ever seen, but Enid is taking too many hits for your liking. So, you change, and charge.

Enid wraps herself in her pink coat, but you don’t have anything to wear. Having rushed into the fight, your clothes didn’t survive. This. This was the moment Xavier dreamt about. Dread takes hold in your stomach because he will find out about everything. There is no hiding now.

You had never done what you were born to do before. The thing hellhounds were designed to do perfectly. Protect and guard. It comes easier than you expect, almost instinct. And both wolves and hounds are pack animals. It seems the instinct to take down your prey as a team is engrained on both you and Enid because you work together perfectly. The Hyde stands no chance, much less when the sheriff gets there. It turns back into Tyler and Enid, and you walk out of the fight with minor injuries.

“Oh my god, you were totally badass!” Enid says, talking a mile per minute. “At first you scared me, but you are so impressive! I can’t believe it! What are you?”

“Enid, I am cold.” You hug yourself, covered in blood from head to toe. You are evading her question, and it shows. “You were pretty cool too. Congrats on wolfing out.”

You look at the sheriff, who is trying to wrangle a disgruntled Tyler into a patrol car.

“Thank you!” She beams. “I could go get you some clothes?”

“It’s okay, just, let’s get out of here.”

Enid leads you out of the forest. When she steps outside, covered in blood, Ajax is immediately there to meet her.

“Enid!” He screams and throws an arm over her shoulders. Enid looks about to cry. He is trying to lead her away, but Enid turns, eyes meeting with yours. Someone else must follow her gaze because the whispers start then. It feels like the whole Nevermore population is here, standing and gawking at you.

“Is she…?”

“…Must be the monster, fucking weirdo…”

“No way, Y/N…. Maybe the monster took her…”

Painfully aware of your nakedness, you try to cover yourself, eyes lowering to the ground. You fold and sticky with blood, it is quickly drying over your naked body, you need a shower like yesterday. Your feet are sore from all the sticks and gravel you have stepped into, completely barefoot, but worst of all is the feeling of how all your secrets are bare for the world to see. Finally, time to face the music. Someone wolf whistles, and you sink more on yourself. A hoodie gets draped over your shoulders, and you quickly shrug it on. Ajax. He steps between you and the multitude, shielding you with his body.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” He asks, gently touching your shoulder. Meanwhile, Enid is angrily telling off everyone who tries to approach you, loudly retelling how you turned into a giant dog and helped her take down the Hyde.

“She saved my life! And I won’t have you laughing at her or saying she is a monster!” But still, someone slips under her watch. Yoko. Yoko runs at you and hugs you so hard you can feel your ribs protesting.

“You are alive… You are alive…” She sobs, hiding her face on the crook of your neck, uncaring about the blood. “I should have never asked that of you! I thought Enid was going to die, but then I thought you were going to die and…” You hug her back, gently running your fingers over her hair.

“It’s over. It’s over. I’m fine.” You say to her, but your voice is breaking too. Everyone is muttering about what you are, really. A hellhound. And then there is Xavier and Wednesday and Bianca, coming out of the school, bruised and battered. The moment your eyes lock with his, you know he knows. His expression changes, pale as if he has seen a ghost, eyes wide. Then, it comes the anger.

“Your eyes… I know those eyes.” Xavier whispers. He is so far from you, you shouldn’t be able to hear it, yet you do. It is the only thing you can hear, the betrayal in his voice, and you fight to reach him. Yoko gives you an odd look, but you shrug her off.

He grabs your arm, and this time his grip is bruising. The betrayal has turned into anger.

“Xavier…” You approach him, still dripping in blood, still naked under Ajax’s hoodie. Xavier looks you up and down, and his mouth purses in distaste. It hurts, it hurts worse than having your secret outed to like half the school. He was your friend, he was kind to you and you were a coward. That’s the truth. “I am sorry.”

“We are not talking here.” Xavier half drags you, half pulls you into the forest. You don’t resist. It hurts your feet, you are cold and uncomfortable, but it feels like a fitting punishment. You can’t keep up with his pace, his legs much longer and with the advantage of actual shoes. You stumble, but he doesn’t stop.

“What do you think you are doing?” Yoko screams, but Xavier ignores her. She runs after you, grabbing at his hoodie. “Stop it, right this second. You are hurting her.”

“None of your business, Yoko.” Xavier barks, pulling at your arm once again.

“You okay?” She asks you, stepping in front of Xavier and blocking his path. “Want me to get you away from here?”

You look at Xavier. At the way his brows are furrowed, at the hold he has on your arm, going laxer by the minute. If you say the word, Yoko would kick his ass, and remove you from the situation. But you think, if you don’t at least try to apologize, you might lose him forever.

“I’m fine. He just wants to talk. Nothing to worry about.” Your best attempt at an encouraging smile is cut short by the tug Xavier gives at your arm. You grimace. This wasn’t going to be an easy conversation.

“If he tries anything, you transform and attack him. Promise me!” Yoko eyes Xavier distrustingly. Xavier turns at that, looking at her in disdain.

“Oh, so you knew too.” Xavier smiles, a sharp, ugly thing. Then, he leans down and whispers in your ear. “Did you have fun, telling your girlfriend all my secrets and laughing at how much of a loser you think I am?” He lets go of your arm in favor of grasping at your shoulders, harshly. “I hope you did, really. I hope you enjoyed making me a fool because I will make your life hell.”

“Xavier, please…” You beg him. “Listen to me, I didn't mean to hurt you…”

“Know what?” Yoko asks, confused.

“That she is a shape-shifter and has been pretending to be a dog and hanging around me, like a pet desperate for attention!” He accuses and Yoko’s face falls. You flinch.

“Y/N is not a shape-shifter.” Yoko states, and you admire the way she has your back, so unconditional. You know she has questions, and she will ask them later, but in front of Xavier, she will take your side. “She is a Hellhound. Surely, you understand…”

“Oh, no, please, enlighten me.” Xavier mocks Yoko. She just pinches the bridge of her nose, looking back at the path she came from. No one is near, but with the way Xavier is screaming, you might have visitors soon. “I hope you enjoyed playing the good, obedient pet. It suits you well, being a hellhound.” He comes closer, towering over you. “You are nothing more than a self-absorbed bitch.”

“Xavier, I… wanted to be your alibi, I really did, but if I…” You plead, grabbing his hands in yours. He pulls away with an abrupt movement, and laughs. It’s a nasty sound. You hate how his face turns, from anger to absolute fury.

“You think that is what this is about?” Xavier rolls his eyes. “Oh, you are delusional. This is about the fact I poured my heart out to you, believing you weren’t a person.”

“And I never said a word.” You lift your hands, palms facing him. You hope he will calm down. “I am sorry. I just… I just wanted a friend.” And it’s true. You had felt so lonely and when Xavier cared for you, talking to you like you were human, it had made you melt. You desperately wanted him to forgive you, to keep providing you the safe place you needed.

“That’s not how friendship works, you asshole! You know all my secrets, and I know nothing about you.” Xavier crosses his arms over his chest. Then, cruelty glints in his eyes, and you know what he says next is going to hurt you. “Actually, yes, I do know something. You are a pathetic, desperate for attention, bitch. Don’t talk to me again, or you will regret it!” And he leaves the clearing, bumping his shoulder against yours hard enough to make you stumble.

Yoko stares, mouth hanging open. She places a hesitant hand on your shoulder and you start crying.

After that, Xavier takes every opportunity to make his distaste for you known. He glares daggers at you every time you are near each other, muttering sarcastic remarks under his breath. He is petty, you have to give him that. But thanks to the gods, the semester ends early, so you only have to put up with a day of that treatment.

Summer break gives you time to think, and so, you come to terms with all of Nevermore knowing your secret and losing Xavier’s friendship. Or, well, whatever it was. He was right about it, it wasn’t a proper friendship, and you had fucked up. You would feel pretty violated too if someone tricked you like that. You vowed to never approach him again because you had tried to make amends, but he had made his wishes perfectly clear.

At least, now that everyone knows, you can spend more time as a hound, and it proves a safe heaven against your more intrusive thoughts. It’s different in Nevermore, of course. The first day, you were met by stares, but Enid had chosen to take you under his wing, glaring at everyone who dared make a comment. That had started a new tradition, your quiet lunches with Yoko, Enid, and Wednesday. Both Yoko and Enid were chatterboxes, but Wednesday and you both preferred the silence. Since you spent so much time together now, you had instilled that lunches would be quiet, since they got the rest of the day to talk and chat as much as they wanted.

Quiet lunches, unfortunately, had uninvited guests every so often. And the guests didn’t respect the rules at all. Ajax. Ajax was the guest, and you could see him and Enid giggling over something or other every day, while Wednesday stared daggers at them.

“Love.” She stage whispered to you often. “Is a sickness.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” And you went back to your comfortable silence. But this left Yoko, bored out of his mind. Enid must have mentioned it to Ajax because he took it upon himself to resolve the problem. By bringing Xavier. To lunch. With you.

When you see him, you tense on your seat. He is walking after Ajax, jaw clenched. His lips are moving, probably in a protest, but you can’t hear what he says even with your enhanced senses because your blood is pumping loudly in your ears. You feel this weird impulse to run away, run from him. He had scared you, back in the forest, that night. But you won’t give him the satisfaction of it. You realize, you hate him a little, too. The things he had said to you, the way he had grasped at your arms… Xavier had lashed out, and you deserved it, but it had hurt.

The loud clang of a tray against the table makes you jump. Xavier has sat down nest to Yoko, with a sullen expression. To Yoko, he is still persona non grata, even knowing the whole story.

“So, Yoko, how was your day?” If you have to suffer through this awkward lunch, you at least will make sure Yoko isn’t the one paying for your mistakes.

“Oh, so you talk too?” Xavier asks, under his breath. “I thought you just wagged your tail.”

Yoko tenses up, ready to tear him a new one, but you place your hand on hers, squeezing. She is not fighting your battles for you, not again. Ajax and Enid are too absorbed into themselves to care, and Wednesday looks vaguely amused.

“Oh, I talk. Loads.” You answer him, clutching dangerously at your knife. He can be angry at you, hate you even, but this is taking it a bit far. The silent treatment might be best.

“Funny, I thought I was here because you didn’t.” Xavier smirks, leaning forward. You keep quiet because he has you. You can’t exactly contradict him, and so, you sink into silence once more. Yoko glares at him. You don’t finish your lunch and go back to your dorm. But the next day, he is there. Again. He has found a way of torturing you, a weakness he can exploit, and he is not letting go because he is petty and has been waiting for his revenge.

You skip lunch that day too. Soon, Yoko starts skipping with you, and it ends up becoming a not so quiet lunch hour since you start to get lunch together. But you don't forget. Neither does he.

Xavier enjoys torturing you in little ways. The invasion of his privacy from last semester has left him shaken. He doesn't like how you now have the upper hand all the time, what you know about his powers, his father, his mental health. He has discussed it with his therapist, he knows his fixation in you is excessive. The therapist seems to think it is a simple crush, but he knows it's not that. He hates you.

He spends more of his day than he would like to admit staring at you, and more of his nights dreaming of you. Because the dreams, they don't just go away after discovering who you are. And they are weird dreams too, Xavier can't tell if they are visions or the product of an overactive imagination. In some, he is running his hands gently through your fur. In others, he holds your hand. And in one he thinks is the worst one to date, you are on your knees, naked, a collar and a leash around your pretty neck.

Suddenly, you are everywhere. At every class, laughing in the lunch tables, in Jericho, in the coffee shop, running in the woods. Now that he is looking, he knows your presence is on everything that surrounds him. Even if you are not physically there. You haunt him. Every dog he sees, no matter how small or different colored, reminds him of you. He can't sit down to lunch with Ajax and Enid without remembering your furious expression. He can't paint without thinking of the time you spent with him there, in the shed, offering the balm of your company and affection on his wounds.

Xavier shouldn't be thinking this way of the girl he hates. He should not. Because he hates you. It's not a crush. It can't be. You are not supposed to get crushes on the girls that abuse your trust. This can never go anywhere and so, he stamps down his ideas and stupid obsessions behind a wall of pure, unadulterated hate. This is easier, this is safer. No matter if he has spent a whole hour staring at how the light hits your face when you take the seat window instead of Yoko. No matter if he likes the way you throw your head back when you laugh. No matter how soft your fur feels between his fingers and wonders if your hair would feel as soft. No matter he knows you can be nice too. No matter if he is obsessed with you.

Dog jokes. That is what it comes down to, in the end. A new, funny kind of torture that has the added advantage of making you flinch every time you see Xavier, but doesn't leave him feeling as guilty as calling you names. Or as guilty as he felt when he saw you crying after that stupid fight.

“So, I was thinking, for the group project we could…” You looked at Ajax. He wasn’t paying attention, too busy staring at Enid, who Wednesday had claimed as her partner. Yoko wasn’t in this class with you, and so, the teacher had put you as the third to Xavier and Ajax.

“Poor thing, you are barking at the wrong tree.” Xavier snickered. You ignored him, as always. You had learned this was the best way to deal with him. Ignore his taunts, and he would get tired of it. Lately, he had gotten nastier, intent on not letting anyone forget you could turn into a hound. It drove you up the walls. You were mistaken, yes, but was this necessary?

“Oh, come on, stop hounding him.” Xavier smirked. “Don’t you see he is in love?”

“Guys, please. Can we focus? We have to submit a proposal before the class is finished.” You begged, tugging at Ajax’s arm. Your patience was running thin, you would not fail botany just because you got assigned to work with these two.

You lost it, then. You snarled at him, much like a dog would do, showing your teeth. Xavier frowned, pulling his chair a little away from the table with a loud, rasping noise.

“Guys…” Ajax said, finally out of his daze. You ignored him.

“What is your problem with me?” Nothing else was needed. You were up and in Xavier’s face in less than a second. He just stared at you, unimpressed. He remained sitting, legs spread in a confident sprawl that made you want to strangle him.

“Stop it!” The teacher warned. But you were unable to look away from Xavier’s eyes, and he seemed to be in the same situation, staring up at you with such intensity, that if looks could kill, you would be already dead.

“Oh, you know exactly what…” He started saying, and you wanted to scream. You fucked up, you knew it, but surely, your patience with him all this time, not reacting to his taunts, it must qualify you for sanctity already.

“Cut the bullshit, Thorpe. Don’t you think it is enough? I apologized. You asked me to leave you alone, and I did. “ You point a finger at his chest, this time, getting so close your noses touch. Xavier seems stunned, mouth hanging open. “You are the one who keeps looking for me, circling me, you… You are the one who is obsessed with me!”

Xavier grabs your hand and forces you to lower it. His grip is loose, but the threat is there,

“Guys, the teacher…” Ajax says, nervously.

“Don’t. Don’t.” He pulls you in, legs spreading to accommodate you. Even sitting down, the height difference is notorious. You hate yourself for finding him attractive, even then. You know he is capable of being gentle, and he is handsome, even if not in a classical way. Xavier has always had something that pulls you in, and you are unable to resist, like a moth to a flame. “No, you don’t get to do this. Not when you keep smiling and laughing and looking…”

“Y/L/N! Thorpe!” The teacher finally screams. “Out! Out, or I will send you both to the principal’s office!”

At that, you pick up your bag and storm out of the room, face so red you look like a tomato. You aren’t ashamed of your fit of temper because you are so angry you can’t think straight. You wait for him to come out, and when he does, bag slung over his shoulder, you ambush him. This time, you are the one who grabs Xavier’s wrists and start dragging him out of the building.

“We.” You say, pulling with all your might when he digs his feet in. "Are going to have a talk. I am done with putting up with your tantrum.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.” Xavier turns his head away, avoiding your eyes. But he lets you pull him out of the school and into the forest, following the familiar path to his shed.

“Oh, really? Because if you refuse, I will just assume you are obsessed with me.” You taunt, smirking. It’s good to be the one with the upper hand for once. Xavier blushes.

“So what if I am?” He asks, crowding you, struck with a sudden bout of bravery. You step back, until your shoulders hit a tree. Xavier doesn’t stop crowding you, even when your hands come desperate to his chest, trying to put distance between the two. You can’t think straight, with him so close, and you think it must show because he leans down to whisper in your ears. “What if I am? What if I can’t stop thinking about you, dreaming about you? Wondering how your hands would feel on mine, how would you look down on your knees, in my arms? What are you going to do about it?”

“What if I told you…?” You start and promptly shut up. Thing is, you don’t have the words, you don’t know what to say. Having him so close, smelling his cologne, feeling the way his chest rises and down with each breath, your brain is in overdrive. And so, frustrated because you can’t find your words, you do what you do best. Act.

The kiss you press to his lips is desperate, more a siege than a kiss. It’s not gentle or romantic, you bite at his lips in hopes they will bruise, he grabs your jaw so hard it might be hurting you. You are both frustrated, filled with months worth of longing and rage against the other. Wetness pools on your underwear, and you scoff into the kiss. You are totally not getting your panties wet just because Xavier Thorpe is kissing you.

“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to…” Xavier kisses your cheek, hands softer this time. “But…”

“You want to have your way with me?” You tease him. “Doggy style?” That startles a laugh out of him.

“Oh, god, that was terrible.” He gets busy sucking a hickey on your neck.

“You got weeks of dog jokes to make up for.” The phrase ends up melting into a moan because Xavier is excellent with his tongue.

“And you got weeks of looking beautiful to make up for.” His kisses make a path from your collarbone, back to your lips. Xavier kisses you again, slower this time. When you part, his pupils are blown. He is the one who looks more like a puppy, big green eyes peering at you. “Say yes, say yes. And if you do, know you won’t be going back to your dorm until tomorrow. Very late tomorrow.” He begs.

You jump him, then. Literally. It takes quite a bit of strength, to be able to just jump and wrap your thighs around his waist, squeezing just right, so you don’t fall off. Xavier staggers, but quickly places his hands under your thighs.

“That was so hot.” He mutters, nibbling at your ear. “Come on, to the shed.”

Turns out, he does want to fuck you from behind. And for someone who hates the fact you can turn into a hellhound, Xavier is pretty obsessed with it.

“Come on, hands and knees, just how pretty pets do it.” Xavier and you are both kneeling over a sheet on the floor in his shed, stained with paint. He had made already a pretty compelling case for you to forgive him, pressing kisses to your legs and thighs until you were begging him to put his mouth on you. Xavier had done as asked, bringing you to orgasm quickly. Then, he had risen from the floor, face glistening with your juices, and pulled you in for a dirty kiss.

You laugh, before realizing he is completely serious. Then, you can only gawk. He pushes you a little, hardness pressing against the small of your back. You are naked, floor hard against your already hurting knees from him eating you out, but you let him position you as he wishes. Xavier forces you to spread your legs and lines up, rubbing his tip at your entrance. He feels hot against your already clammy skin. You wonder how many times has he done this, and if he has a thing for being naked on his shed, or if the excitement is about you.

Xavier rubs his tip teasingly against your folds. It feels way too good on your already sensitive cunt, and if how he is whimpering is an indicator, it feels good for him too. You aren’t really in the mood to be patient, so you do your best to push backwards. You quickly find out that with him over you, Xavier has all the leverage and you got none.

“Oh, are you feeling neglected, pet?” He mocks you, one hand coming to grab at your hair, forcing you to throw your head back. You moan at that, eyes closing in pleasure. This is unexpected, but so very welcome.

“Next time, I will end you.” You threaten him, in a play for dominance you really don't mean. Xavier has already gone to his knees for you, you could let him have a bit of fun. “You will be crying by the time I am done with you.”

Rather than answering, Xavier’s hips do a smooth flex and roll, and he breaches your entrance. You can feel his smugness without needing to look at him, and you bet he looks ridiculously pretty, confidence glowing in an already handsome face. You can’t have that, so you clench around him.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?” You ask him, and Xavier trusts into you, harsh. It seems he is still frustrated. Your laughter quickly turns into moans. He is fucking you in an animalistic way, one hand wrapped firmly around your middle to prevent you from getting thrown away across the room. It’s good, great, even. His thrusts are hitting your walls just right, and you are so wet, you fear your slick is dripping down your thighs.

“Xavier, Xavier…” One of your hands comes to clench around his hip, blindly. You fear you will lose your balance and end up with a broken nose. He is holding you, but your knees are already sore and the way Xavier is punching the air out of your lungs is not helping. “Slow down. I’m gonna fall down on my face.”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” Xavier gasps, face coming to rest against your shoulder, pressing apologetic kisses there. Still, the sharp staccato of his hips continues. “Let me take care of you, pet.” At that, you moan, and you feel his mouth curve into a smile. Xavier presses into your shoulders, convincing you to lay down. You help him, extending your sore legs, until you are face down on the sheet. “Here, here, that's my good girl.” He then lies on top of you, holding you down and pressing kisses against your nape.

Xavier resumes the thrusting after that, and your breath starts coming in punched up little sobs. It’s too much. The way his hands run up and down your side, how he calls you a good pet, a good girl, praise freely leaving his lips, how he holds you so gentle. Your body can’t take the abuse he is inflicting on your walls, nor the way he then drops a hand between you two, over where you are joined, and whispers the filthiest thing you had ever heard him say, pressing his thumb against your other hole.

“You know, maybe I’ll buy you a tail, since you are such a good pet. “ His thumbs threatens to enter your ass, holds you open, never breaching. You hadn’t considered anal sex before, much less double penetration, but you can’t get the picture he paints out of your head. “Such a good pet, love. You are gorgeous.” It’s over for you, then. You scream, clenching and fluttering under him. Xavier fucks you through it, chasing his own pleasure. It doesn’t take long for him, either. He shudders and just collapses over you, crushing you.

“Fuck.” Your eyes close. You bet if you tried to stand, your legs would be shaking, and you don't want to give him the satisfaction, so you remain on the floor. “We need to do that again.” It's hesitant, but you need to say it. You like him, and if you can actually communicate for a chance, this could be great.

“I’m not sure…” Xavier teases, running a hand over your ribs. But the way he kisses your forehead tells you all you need to know.

“Maybe you can get me a collar?” You tease right back and he groans.

“You will be the death of me, you know it, right?” Xavier says, biting playfully at your nape.

“Oh, but what a way to go.” You laugh, and then fall silent as he rolls off you and cuddles by your side. The silence stretches, Xavier’s fingers drawing patterns over your hips, and then, the intrusive thoughts win the battle. “You know, you are pretty dumb. I look nothing like a dog, way too big, and I got peaks on my hair. Also, my jaw goes way back. “

You snort in response and snuggle closer.

“Oh, shut up, it was dark, and I was under a lot of stress.”

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freehounyaoi · 3 months

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HALF LIFE VRAI (+gorgeous & og gordon) HEADCANONS IF YOU EVEN CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BENREY WOOO

during. the end, he had 2 extra eyes, one above his left eye one below his right eye, now he has scars where they laid, they’re faint but he. is autistic im sorry he’s too me to not be he had a tail during the end too faint freckles ^_^ he REALLY likes red meat he likes blue flavor, not blueberries, not blue raspberry, blue stubble YAYY specifically in end, benreys feet to knees and hands to elbows fade into rlly dark blue/black looks like he’s dying of illness but like. has never been sick disassociates very often very touch very very touchy polyamorous, exes with forzen & is now crushing on both Tommy & gordon orphaned, kinda lived on his own since he isn’t human, picked his own name doesn’t actually have brothers, he’s a loser breaths through his mouth esp when he’s comfortable weird but like imagine he’s cuddled up to someone and he just yeah

COOMER YAYYY

fat, idc i’m right

gender-fluid, transmasc & gay ^_^ old man yaoi with bubby YAYYY

cool little funky punching enhancement thingies

big ol’ doe brown eyes

brunette hair before he started graying

after the resonance cascade he retired, they deserve it

has nightmares over clones. a lot, a big lot

autistic, everyone knows the science team kinda is autistic,

going off the autistic thing, one of his vocal stims is hello gordon

loves talking, loves it so much, he loves just talking to people she likes

has a high score on punch out & that one punching game where you punch the punching bag to get evaluated on

the reason is divorced because he realized he was gay

hawaiian shirts FTW!!

(most of these are somewhat canon, holly (his va) headcanons him as transmasc, short and stocky, and 5’4!)

Bubbster

Intersex & bisexual (idc if gir hcs him as straight it’s my world now/pf)

if he didn’t live with Coomer after the resonance cascade, he’d probably just be a basement dweller and just sit in the corner and cry

Bionic legs :3

canonically test tube baby, he’s probably really freaked the fuck out over it & has had genuine panic attacks over being artificially made, only in front of coomer

literally always has epi-pens for coomer

naturally(?) ginger idk what you wanna consider it, he’s canonically like 6 but in my head he’s like 67, he’s been locked in black mesa for 67 years

blue eyes

has a leather jacket with a tiger on it he will wear just to do so

has made the science team watch scrubs.. twice

picks at skin as a stress tick

has tourettes

near blind

when he got his bionic heart he died so he will sometimes just be like “hey guys i’ve died before”

being put back in the tube after betraying gordon was one of the worst things he’s been through, it was terrifying

GORDON FEETMAN!!!

also fat

joshua exists but he was an accidental pregnancy (gordon seahorse father yayy)

ftm based off last hc, that’s just canon cuz i said so

joshua is like, 9 in my head so gordon had him at like 18

bisexual

has a crush on benrey (canon but yk)

mexican and african

curly ass hair, takes really good care of it, always smells nice

bilingual

blind in left eye, 25% prescription in right eye

feels guilty as fuck even when everyone would joke about him being the cause of the RC

also autistic

wayne did not dk him justice when he lost his hand, he was screaming so gutturally loud it was painful, he strained his voice so bad, the pain was so excruciatingly terrible

tommy genuinely was the only one he could trust after benrey & bubby turned their backs on him, and that sucked because his feelings for benrey before that point were getting to him

only was adamant about not being friends with benrey at the end because of the betrayal, he wanted to hate benrey

tommy is like his. comfort friend, he doesn’t have to worry about him.. he does but he always feels comfy around him

Tommy cool man

Autistic, ADHD, PTSD and OCD

G man species, half human

strawberry enthusiasts:3 (me too)

every flavor tic tac enthusiast, always give the science team tic tacs like all the time

not very good at games enjoys playing them though

very touchy for multiple reasons

Sunkist service dog for multiple things as well, helps with panic attacks, PTSD symptoms, anxiety attacks etc

Tommy doesn’t know how Sunkist was trained to do all this, he made her sk he just kinda accepts it for how she is, and loves her

compression hugs, likes being laid on top of, it’s comforting

looks scrawny but can like. genuinely pick up all the science team & benrey with ease

started collecting propeller hats after the RC

the reason he can read sweet voice is cuz g-man species

thinking about getting a cat, maine coon or norwegian forest cat, he likes big ass animals

Sunkist is LARGE like large as fuck for a golden Tommy made sure she was huge

milk enjoyer :3 drinks it with most of his meals

wears readers

ANGEL KISSES!! (moles or beauty marks whatever you wanna call them)

tooth gap :3

walks on tiptoes

Gorgeous

6’7

cuts his hair into a fringe, lets it grow out to shoulder length, then cuts it fringe, never ending cycle

beauty marks man

freckles too

nobody fucking knows his trauma

doesn’t understand why he can understand cicero?? he just.. can??

learned ASL as a kid

clearly has some form of mommy issues he will not touch on

wears solid colors, he doesn’t wear shirts with decals, or anything, a. he doesn’t like them. b. for ASL purpose, it’s recommended to wear light/dark clothes (light in his case) depending on your skin tone to MAKE it easier to read sign, usually in light pink

prefers skirts cuz.. they’re comfy, usually knee & ankle length.. sometimes he will wear mini skirts……. cuz he’s gross

actually hates head crabs.

would be a nudist if it was sociably acceptable

actually really enjoys video games! he doesn’t talk about it, he’s good at them too

he’s a dog person, he wants a saint bernard

freeman YAYY

6’

beauty marks

patchy beard

dark hazel eyes

starting to grey, short pony tail

has scars from his HEV suit

actually lost his hearing DUE to the RC, his mother was deaf so that’s why he knows ASL, it completely shot out his hearing

has always dressed nice

cat person

Alyx is like his daughter to him

i can’t decide if he’s trans or not

same situation with gorgeous, he wears solid colors for ASL purpose

him and cicero have yet to find a way to communicate

when he found out alyx learned ASL for her boyfriend (this is canon, was planned for episode 3) he was over the moon

enjoys IASIP (it’s always sunny in philadelphia)

scary when he’s pissed off

G-Manual samual

major RBF

scottish

moles kuz hes kawaii

wears readers

hes autistic

going on with him being autistic, the fabric his suits are a comfort fabric to him

enjoys sitcoms

drinks his coffee straight black

he is trans masc to me

praises his employers like god tbh

if he were to drink, which he doesnt, his go to drink would be rum on ice

some form of alien, not from xen though, no one knows where hes from

some type of holy creature??? he cant die?? hes weird

you'll never see it but he doesnt bleed red, his blood is black

enjoys fishing

goes to bed at 11pm, wakes up at 4am hes weird

hes also the best father ever???

songs that remind me of science team members + benrey the 6th

Benrey the 6th

I Will - Mitski

Kiss Me, Son Of God - They Might Be Giants

I’m Gonna Win - Rob Cantor

Mad World - Tears for Fears

We Will Commit Wolf Murder - Of Montreal

Gallery Piece - Of Montreal

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears for Fears

The Party's Crashing Us - Of Montreal

Tommy Coolman

Living Island - POGO

Fireflies - Owlcity

Teenage Dirtbag - Weetus

rises the moon - liana flores

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

Head Over Heels - Tears for Fears

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lovelyfaustus · 8 months

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Could you write headcannons about Claude and what he would think about/do with a girl who's actually obsessing over spiders and insects, to the point where she has a tame pet tarantula and is capable of identifying every spider and other and insect by their scientific name, while she touches them/takes the animal into her hands for inspection?

hey :] sorry for answering this two months later.... but here u go!!! hope u enjoy<3

claude faustus x reader who likes bugs :3

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🕷️i can imagine claude maybe being briefly intrigued by you picking up some bugs, especially cuz humans usually find them things nasty or repulsive

🕷️at first i don't think he'd be entirely taken aback though, he won't deem you that different than other humans

🕷️that was until you and claude would go on walks around the trancy estate's garden, and you'd point out bugs and could differ each species from one another and toss out random facts about each bug you came across

🕷️you'd point out a green magnolia jumping spider that was chillin on the ground by a rose bush, and claude would say "yes....."*narrows his eyes at you curiously*

🕷️claude would then watch in slightly surprise that you bent down to the spider and put your hand in front of it, trying to persuade it to crawl into your palm

🕷️"are you not afraid of spiders?"

(you'd say something about how spiders are just disliked and killed mostly for being unconventional, and would maybe sound philosophical about it)

🕷️"i see.........." Once you mention having a pet tarantula, this man asks questions to make sure you are taking care of it properly

🕷️he also asks questions like when you started liking spiders, why'd you start liking spiders, what did you name your spider, what kind of tarantula it is, and ask when he can meet that lovely little fellow of yours

🕷️might very briefly have an obsessive streak where he starts making you things out of his spider web stuff that he crocheted, like that one episode

🕷️he would also basically signal for some spiders to approach you, trying to test your limits and being delightfully surprised when you picked up a wolf spider that had wandered nearby

🕷️you'd end up noticing that this spider only had 7 legs rather than 8, and express some type of empathy for it

🕷️he kinda thinks it's adorable, in a human way

🕷️i think maybe humans have always been something he's curious about, similar in a way as humans wonder if dogs can comprehend certain words (for reals) or if other animals are truly sentient

🕷️in modern times he WILL go to a pet store with you and check out the tarantulas (along with birds cuz let's be real we all know he has taken a liking to birds as well)

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i hope u liked it! i'm sorry if it wasn't up to par, i've moved states recently and have been trying to settle down while also tackling some mental issues at the same time so it's been rough. request sum more!!!<3

#black butler #claude faustus #kuroshitsuji #black butler headcanons #alois trancy #kuroshitsuji headcanons #yana toboso #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #anime #claude faustus imagine #claude x reader #claude faustus imagines #claude faustus hcs #claude faustus headcanons

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just-a-gamer-daydeamer-girl · 4 months

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More Rayman head cannons now starring his friends!

Rayman is unable to stretch, but is curious about it because he hears it feels good, if he somehow gets arms and legs he probably try stretching to see how it feels

Ly, murffy and Betilla are all different species of fairy. Betilla’s kind is more of a typical fairy with wings while Ly’s kind is humanoid with animal and insect traits, such as tails, claws or butterfly wings. Murffy’s kind has the traditional wings but are pretty small.

Ly can only ‘fly’ when channeling her magic, and runs on all fours

Globox has an incredible memory, he remembers ALL of his children’s names and distinct features and personality traits.

Barbara was saved by Rayman out of her imprisonment from her tower, but this happened differently then the tropes, after all it was a self imprisonment, Rayman convinced her to step out and save her kingdom (after the two of them brawled)

Voodoo mama is an expert of transformation magic, it’s why her wings are bat wings, she liked the look and feel of them better then the typical fairy wings.

Betilla used to have limbs, however due to creating Rayman and giving him powers, she ended up losing them becoming limbless. Her magic is in Rayman and Rayman’s power is in her.

Rayman real size is in fact around 5ft(including the space where his ‘legs’ should be), but he actually changes his size depending on his mood. He has the power to change size remember? He can’t get super tiny with out the help of a funnel or a flying blue elf, but he can shrink down a good few feet. He can’t do it instantly though and he likes to be on the smaller size.

Barbara’s favorite food is chocolate

The magician is the one who made the end goal signs in Rayman 1,

Betilla has a pretty grey moral compass but it’s a lot more functional then other magic users.

Raymesis has a soft spot for music boxes

Clark likes having tea, but it’s difficult for him to find cups that he can’t accidentally break. He also like flavorful drinks.

Dolph Laserhawk has quite a serious hair care routine (before he got caught became a GHOST) I mean have you seen his hair in the series? It’s beautiful.

Bullfrog never got a proper name, (I mean his name is kinda the equivalent of a man being named Homo sapien or Human). This is due to the life he lived before becoming an assassin, honestly hybrid seem to be so abused that it wouldn’t be surprising to me if some of them weren’t given names cuz why bother. After becoming an assassin he had the chance of getting a proper name but he refused sticking with the name Bullfrog.

Ramon may not be aware of this but he’s got control over his hair and can glide just like Rayman. He did slick his hair back no problem.

Rayman helped the space opera network so much that it’s practically another studio compared to when the Phantom ran it. It’s now got quality and passionate programs that are encouraged to be as creative as possible, not to mention the amazing employee benefits and the fact no one judges you because of your specices.

Ly like learning about magic and has definitely messed with cursed artifacts and tried to learn more about Rayman biology (he did not make it easy for her).

The space opera network most popular show was ment to be a prank. It was just video footage of Rayman sleeping, but it was wildly popular. (Rayman has no idea about this)

Tilly wants to become a hero and fighter just like Rayman and is doing her best to try and become his apprentice by impressing him. She just has really odd ideas on how to impress…

Most of the princesses in Rayman legends are related to each other.

Beeb-o is Jeanie’s father. Their relationship is weird cuz there robots, but over the course of sparks of hope Jeanie ‘grows up’ from just an ai ment to help to truly her own being.

Rabbid Mario does a lot of unboxing videos, Rabbid peach always butts in.

The four kings in Rayman origins were monster because they were inflicted with darktoons, if the fishermen/monks had the darktoons stuck on their head too long they would turn into monsters as well.

Rayman has a really soft and squishy torso, he pretty much has no bones in there. He makes squeaky toy noises if he is squeezed hard enough.

Elysia doesn’t actually have a scar or a missing tooth, he actually puts on makeup to match her sister, everything else she just goes goth.

Rayman had a special vault installed in the space opera network, it keeps the more dangerous props from causing damage, such as weapons, explosives and darkmess that the prop department tried to use, only Rayman knows how to open the vault, no one gets to use the dangerous stuff without his knowledge or permission.

Finally:

Rayman’s existence cannot be erased by anything. No god, infinity gauntlet or whatever can make him fade away.

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wormswurld · 3 months

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I need more of your hc on dom!venetia x Ollie😞😞😞

here are a couple off the top of my head!

- venetia owns multiple straps! a lot of them range from size, color, SPECIES (yes she has a bad dragon hello she’s a bad bitch lmao), the whole shabang! you name it she has it! she also likes to name them lol her favorite one she has is a clear sparkly one that has little rainbow bits in it

- venetia’s fave way to punish ollie is by a good old spanking <3 absolutely LOVES using cute little paddles that say little things like “bitch” or even a cutout of a heart & btw ollie loves being slung over her knee taking it like a champ ! sometimes he squirms around (if venetia is feeling particularly nice…) though most of the time he takes well: flushed cheeks, mouth open (barely a moan coming out), gripping the sheets of the bed or the floor

- shares clothes with ollie (duh) especially clothes that she doesn’t fit into anymore she likes to see how small and stretched out it looks,, just ogling at ollie’s toned thighs in some torn up leggings & a skirt she thrifted

- also ollie is soooo into being tied up so he loves being venetias little test doll for her “rope lessons” she calls them,, when she first started domming ollie she would recall seeing a porno of a dude being tied up and That caught her eyes so obvs so wanted to try it with ollie,, fast forward to her know doing one of the most difficult and intricate knot work on ollie as he’s quite literally slipping so deep into sub space from the way the rope hugs his skin

- butt plugs! particularly the cutest plugs ever may i add lol like venetia def likes to go shopping for the most sparkliest shiny plug just to make ollie embarrassed the next time she stretches him open <3 i can also imagine them having matching plugs cuz she’s That girl

- venetia loves having her feet rubbed by ollie like she especially makes him her footslave lowkey LOL but it’s not like ollie minds he gets so lost in giving her a nice rub down he doesn’t even realize how hard he gets from it most likely getting harder from when venetia makes fun of him for it

hope you enjoyed my ramblings…i love dom! venetia so much she is everything to me shoutout allison oliver for being the most beautiful woman in the world 🤭💋😵‍💫❤️✨

#wormswurld answers #ask #ask me anything #lgbtqia #saltburn #saltburn posting #oliver quick #saltburn 2023 #oliver x venetia #venetia catton

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anoverwhelmingannoyance · 9 months

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Nischa headcanons because the little fellas have been infesting my brain like little invasive species:

—firstly, I believe in gay (no duh) and genderqueer he/him noel, and transmasculine bisexual poly mischa

—noel is in my mind significantly taller than mischa, like 5 inches at least (kinda like Andrew Rannells and Christian Boyle-style)

—noel cannot lift a damn thing to save his life, meanwhile mischa can somehow carry him with little to no effort (not in a “strong protecter and weak submissive” gross way, just in a “it’s most likely one would have more time and reasoning to put work into his strength, while the other may find it clashes with his ideals and interests” way)

—their contact photos for each other is just a game of “who can capture the ugliest picture of the other”

—mischa will get or show noel anything France related

—(goes without saying, but-) they both have very different ideas of what “romantic” music is… like noel will play soft, slow jazz like songs, and mischa would make them kiss and dance to Eminem

—going with that; their first non-noel’s lament kiss would be the most awkward thing ever, especially given how inexperienced they would both most likely be outside of it

—they find the most random things about each other endearing… like for example, mischa would be floored by Noel in his Taco Bell uniform for reasons neither of them quite understand, and Noel would be the same any time mischa smoked a cigarette in front of him (although this would have a more identifiable reasoning to it)

— if they had to share a bed together, it would result in either one rolling on top of the other, or one rolling on to the floor

—would 100% be the type to own a cat together as a sign of commitment

—one night before they were officially friends, Mischa randomly blurted out the thought of him and Noel getting matching tattoos together… it was never brought up since, however they’re still planning on it (this one is special to me cuz one friend made a drawing based off of it, and the other made a fanfic based off of the drawing)

— they would be one of those annoying couples who won’t directly do PDA, but get close enough that everyone would know why they wanted to take a bathroom break at the same time… if that makes any sense

—I feel like Noel would be the type to make mischa confess feelings first, just due to the fear of his luck making him lose their friendship over it

—mischa helps noel learn other languages, and Noel helps mischa in English class… many of these tutoring sessions end in whoever was being taught at the time flirting their way out of answering a question

— if they were to become end game, I don’t think they would have any kids, however I do think they would be absolutely extraordinary honorary uncles… like whoever’s child is lucky enough to know them would be spoiled shitless

—if they had to sit next to each other in class, Mischa would constantly be whispering the most random shit in Noel’s ear, and tapping his leg under the desk… naturally giving Noel impatience and butterflies

—mischa has permanent little spoon syndrome… like to the point where even if noel wanted to try being the little spoon he would immediately reverse the roles again

—they would have days where they just go over to Noel’s house, and yell at the tv while watching either poorly written soap operas, or shitty reality tv…

—I don’t know exactly how to word this in order to make my point, but I feel like although he’s the more stereotypically masculine one, mischa is the more overall submissive role in the relationship (not even like- sexually, just in general when it comes to their day-to-day dynamic, personalities, and decision making)

—mischa will take surprise selfies of the two at the most randomly generated moments, and the one time noel managed to successfully get him back for this he immediately made it his phone wallpaper and got a printed out version

That’s all I have for now,

Toodles

#ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #nischa #rtc #i need to get a hobby #the gay people #they are taking over my brain #send help

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fecto-forgo · 1 year

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I would like you to info dump about the kirby gijinkas 👀

AVA I LOVE YOU UM UM SO!!!

kirby:just kid stuff like rain boots, hair accessories n overalls, they also have two designs-one for older games n one for newer games!! n a scrapped off old one cuz it looked too fancy </3 also the bag is angel themed bc i thought thatd just look cute ngl

bandana dee:as i said on another post i got inspired by smash dedede having a shirt that rly looks like the beginning of a yukata or a kimono!! also he doesnt have a mouth, design on the right was an early concept lol (by "isn't allowed" on the sheet i mean im not sure if having it over the haori could straight be an insulting mistake or if its just something most people would not think of doing bc why would you) i bullshitted an eye design but my best friend rly liked them so i never changed them lol

marx: i literally finished his final design yesterday.even tho nothing changed i just gave him elf ears bc he looks silly w them lol.anyways its just a jester design tbh? since his hat has two differing patterns i thought itd be neat to add both the sun and the moon from his little villain plan to his outfit (i miss his fluffy hat balls a little though </3) also he has no arms tho his wings can work as them sometimes.bc im a firm believer in always having characters who lack limbs in their original design either not have them or have a fun replacement

elfilin:theyre themed around a more cutesy aesthetic for angels n space! contrasting forgo and elfilis more dark theme of those, also w an inspiration of retro futurism! and yes their outfit is completely stupid and overly complicated thats part of the charm <3 theyre like a scene kid to me.also a little star bc all of kirbys friends get one.fun fact they had 4 beta designs bc nothing looked good

fecto forgo:(sorry for bad pic i need to redo its entire reference sheet) just an hospital gown w medical tomes that werent removed from them (my best friend gave me that idea n what to add lol), i think theyre best described as a blob of weird elfilis slime that can take a humanesque form rather than a human form that can blob, theyre constantly melting n all its veins are visible, theyre v cold to touch n in the tube their body flows in a way that gives them cherub imagery similar to what was intended w canon forgo, also its legs are useless, theyre very weak and unstable and not naturally formed (also since i picture the elfilis split as some uh.physical form?? of disassociative trauma random trivia when they front post game elfilins eyes get replaced w theirs, just for the aesthetic)(credits to my bestie for coming up w that interpretation lol)

shadow kirby:they get two designs like kirby, both inspired off theirs but just like.emo lol.dont ask why their hair started doing that its whatever reason they became purple in canon.they have overalls beneath that coat btw

and miscellaneous designs i havent given a final sheet to yet!! taranza and dark taranza r based off more fantasy victorian (? medieval???) clothing, susie is holographic bc i didnt want to give her gray shading n her limbs r all floaty (i imagine shes always making some weird electric noise due to that), gooey is just like cute tbh? their cape is based off their mock matter form, chuchus hair is based off the shape the octopus species she apparently is has, i dont have any notable commentary for drawcia or claycia (was that her name) other than drawcia is like a paint blob.also claycias supposed to be way chubbier but i underestimated how huge her coat would look.gotta fix that

thats all the ones i have!! GOD it feels good to finally share them lol

#ask #analiceoriginal.png #yes this is all never before seen art i have like 80 kirb drawings lol

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BISHOP😭😭😭 him being scared of getting piercing ouuuu. I like the thought of Bishop maybe being scared of needles in general. They don't really hurt that much but the image of the needle slowly being pushed into his skin gives him a MAJOR ick- even if he looks away he KNOWS that it's happening and he can just barely feel it it makes him so🤢🤢🤢 But hey at least Lucky is there to hold his hand☺️ (and possibly tease him a little bit afterwards)

ALSO MAX REVEAL MAX REVEAL MAX REVEAL MAX---- 🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽

I'm advocating for Bishop and Max to be green buddies, idk what they're dynamic would be exactly but I definitely think she'd have more of a rebellious streak than him💚💚

Also 👁👁👁👁 are those Trans colors I am seeing on Oranges shoulder👀👀👀👀 staring very hard rn

ROBIN'S SO MUCH TALLER THAN WRENCH OUOUIIII Robin and her pathetic tiny husband🧡🩶🧡🩶🧡 I know it's not accurate to their Canon heights but the thought of Robin being a tall queen makes me happy

Also hehe hoho haha I've been thinking of Catboy Bishop and Dogboy Lucky a whole lot recently :3 I wanna try and list off what sort of hybrids I think some characters would be 👉🏽👈🏽

Bishop is just a cat tbh. I can't think of any breeds I'd specifically assign him, so he's just a yellow cat. Definitely a short-haired one, I think he'd have tabby patterns on his tail :3 Honestly Bishop would probably be something else entirely but godamnit my brain has been thinking of animal hybrid au for the crew SOLELY because of the catboy Bishop and dogboy Lucky comment I made a while back.... I need to stay faithful to MYSELF

Lucky took a while for me to pick, at first I wanted him to be a golden retriever specifically I wanted him to have floppy ears. Then I remembered lucky isn't blonde, so I considered him being a German Shephard instead, then a golden retriever/German Shephard mix breed, then a beagle, then a beagle/German Shephard mix, then I finally landed on Shiba inu solely because I wanted him to have a cute curly tail😊😊😊 maybe he can still be mixed with a German Shephard, no reason other than it feels right (for the fluff au at least)

I think it would be really easy to make Captain a wolf- which is why I'm NOT DOING THAT ACTUALLY‼️‼️‼️‼️ I like the thought of Captain being a hawk, specifically a ferruginous hawk cuz that's the largest species :3 (can you imagine how wide captains wingspan is going to be in order to support all of him?! He could never spread his wings while in any building- he would knock everything over! Im suprised he can even close his wings in the first place‼️‼️)

Wrench and Pink are kinda stumping me but hmmmmmmmmm

I kinda want to say Rat for Wrench, but Rats are little sweethearts who love cuddles and affection🥺🥺🥺 they love companionship, and wrench is a little annoying freak (affectionate) (derogatory) (I will get him)

Oh god wait Wrench could be a ferret, a decrepit little ferret. Ferrets have the tinny little shit energy that Wrench has omg

Pink............ hmmmmmmmmm....... thinking about his death fascination...... I wanna say Vulture maybe but ehhhhh there's already 3 characters I think of as avians...... HYENA‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ HYENA PINK ACTUALLY GRRRRR MISCHIEVOUS LITTLE FUCK YEEAAHHH

Dove, Robin, and Rabbit are all really easy picks cuz. Well.

Despite not knowing too much on Max when I saw her design reveal I immediately thought of a Crocodile or Alligator. Bit sure why, maybe it's cuz of the green, or the side shave reminding me of Montgomery Gator, but either way she's a big ole reptile to me (Leaning more on Crocodile than Gator)

I don't know what to think of Captain 1.0 yet or the color trio, though Yellow seems vaugely dogish to me...... or maybe a moth? I could see yellow as a moth, have you seen those pretty Moths with the yellow bodies and pink legs? Gorgeous🩷💛

Ohhh,, poor Bishop 🥺 (Loving the needle idea so much!!) He's not one for sharp objects or things piercing his skin like that,,, Maybe that has something to do with the scars on his face 🤔😉

YESS!!!! MAX REVEAL!!! She's a very cool lady~! 💚😌 I can't wait till we get to see her and Cap 1.0 return in the fic!!

I wont say too much but I think she will appreciate Bishop taking care of Lucky! ^^

👁👁 yes 👁👁 I've had the idea for Orange that she's trans since I first thought of her but I didn't really know how to go about incorporating that without just shoving it in people's faces 😅😅😅 So now she just has a pretty tattoo sleeve on her left :)

Robin and her pathetic ahh Wrench-- Maybe we can make Robin 6'4, as a treat, y'know? 😌 It's what she deserves after being murked in chapter 1

This is what Wrench thinks he looks like but we all know,,, we all know he ain't that good 😔

ALSO- ANOTHER AU? 👀👀👀 Omg,,, 🥺

Love those ideas so much!!

Captain - Hawk! Bishop - Cat Pink - Hyena Wrench - ferret Rabbit - rabbit (floppy eared) :3 Dove - dove :3 Lucky - PUPPY - Purple - sheep Orange - rat Yellow - moff! - Cap - seagull Max - croc Robin - robin :3

heheheh just little guys

Here's a bonus Jay aka the dead crewmate Lucky replaced (courtesy of Porsha who jumped on the idea of them being annoying af) Since I took so long,,😅

#ask #watcher #tsitd #hybrid au #these are very fun warmup sketches #love doing these #thank you #ignore how long I took to respond

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thetetratan · 11 days

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(welcome to the cartilage)

(the place in between multiverses)

(this is a post essentially explaining all of the TETRATAN's lore soooo)

(also anything in parentheses isn't in char)

(but everything else is)

(sooooooo)

(read this post if you want to know about the TETRATAN's lore)

(Or go in blind and see if you can piece together anything)

(that may be more fun)

(idk it's up to you)

(but this post did take more than two days to write)

(so I would appreciate it if you did read it all)

(this story starts a long long time ago, like every damn story. But I'm talking like REALLLLLY long time ago. Like HUNDREDS OF BILLIONS OF YEARS AGO. This story takes place in a kingdom, and by now you already have deja Vu from the stories you were told as a kid. But this kingdom wasnt any normal kingdom, because it was an ENTIRE OMNIVERSE. At this moment in time, the only inhabitants of this omniverse were all the different types of Titans, omniversal beings that held time most power out of any species, ever. Besides the other types of Titans, of course. There are four types of Titans. Normal Titans, who can use Titan magic, or xylves, but can be hurt by anything. Then there are Supertitans and HYPERTITANS. Both being able to use xylve magic, and only being hurt by said xylves. HYPERTITANS, being stronger than Supertitans, had their entire names capitalized, even in speech! And finally there was the most powerful Titans, the TETRATANS, who not only had two extra tentacles for legs, but also were incredibly rare and unique. The TETRATANS were actually around the same power as the HYPERTITANS, but the difference comes from a different item, the TETRA CRYSTAL, which gives incredible power to any who wield it. Any being could receive a major power boost in all areas with this crystal, but the titan types, especially the TETRATANS, were extra reactive to the crystal. These TETRATANS were few and far between though, so the ones that did exist were basically worshipped by everything, including lesser Titans. (Also this may be a good time to note that cannibalism was morally acceptable at this time, in fact it was a regular occurrence, because Titans of all variations besides regular Titans feed solely off of deceased xylve matter, and Titans were not just using xylves, they were made of it, so going to war with other Titans was a good idea cuz death of people meant food ok now back to the main story oh wait we only now just finished the background info oh shit this is a lot of lore) So one of these worshipped TETRATANS was named ECHO (@21ducky don't you dare even think about it) and ECHO was kinda a tyrant (just like @21ducky) and no one really liked him but they still worshipped him because they would immediately die if they stood against him.)

(or would they?)

(see, there was this one person, who wasn't any type of Titan, but was at the moment pretending to be a Supertitan. His name was DISCORD. You may be asking, why is HIS name capitalized? I thought only HYPERTITANS and above get that treatment! Well, you would be correct. DISCORD gets the capital name treatment even thought he technically isn't a Titan at all. This is because he became a person with equivalent power to a TETRATAN. DISCORD found a material that, when used in a process that involves the TETRA CRYSTAL, can become a new material that mimics parchment paper. But everything written in it will come true. So he used his newfound power to become as strong as ECHO, and he eventually won. He sealed ECHO in the first dimension to stay for all eternity. But ECHO will be important later...)

(meanwhile, DISCORD starts to fake being a TETRATAN cuz even thought he has the power of a TETRATAN and the cool TETRA CRYSTAL thing, he technically isn't. But the other Titans don't know that they'll just worship him anyway. DISCORD goes med with power trying to make sure no other TETRATAN tries to become another tyrant, and becomes a tyrant himself. So that worked well for him, didn't it? He settles in the Citadels, which house the HYPERTITANS and live in the one in the middle, which houses the TETRA CRYSTAL. So yeah a pretty overpowered location. He starts using that material from before that gave him power (don't have a name for it yet) and writes things assuring that he stays in power, buuuuuut in his rush to make sure no other TETRATAN can come to power, he made the thing wrong (L) so THIS paper does absolutely nothing besides serve as paper. But he doesn't know that, so he keeps writing and writing, and starts writing these in rhyming poems and plays them off as prophecies (even though they won't even come true lol). The HYPERTITANS dub him as a prophet, and dub his living space as the Prophet's Castle. Eventually has a plan to get more power. But don't worry about that plan because he DIES.)

(So after their leader and idol DIES, the HYPERTITANS all go to war against each other.)

(The HYPERTITANS have been broken up into a few clans. Being in a clan was advantageous because they were going to war with other HYPERTITANS all the time. They also unanimously decided to keep it a secret that DISCORD died from the other Titan types. Just because THEY wanted to be the ones to get to the Prophet's Castle. See, most HYPERTITAN wars were fought between two clans, just for the sake of food. But there was another motive to this war. Remember the TETRA CRYSTAL? Yeah, that was kept with DISCORD in the Prophet's Castle so if any clan got into the Prophet's Castle, DISCORD would have INSANE powers over the other HYPERTITANS. So each clan was trying to get to the Prophet's Castle, to get that sweet sweet extra power for themselves. Eventually one clan got to the Prophet's Castle and used the TETRA CRYSTAL's power to defend themselves and stay in control. There, the leader of that tribe had his second son. (His other son left to the land of the Supertitans as a representative of his clan to establish trade offers) This new baby HYPERTITAN was actually really special, because he wasn't a HYPERTITAN. He was a TETRATAN. (Remember TETRATANS are just HYPERTITANS with a stronger connection to the TETRA CRYSTAL) So considering that the new baby was part of a species that was worshipped in the past and when in proximity to the TETRA CRYSTAL are by FAR the strongest beings in the omniverse, the HYPERTITANS decided to raise him as their own and try to use his power against their enemies. But Titans in general age much slower than humans. Like, MUCH slower. It depends on what Titan that person is, but for HYPERTITANS AND TETRATANS, it's around one TETRATAN year (or HYPERTITAN year) for every one BILLION human years. So the HYPERTITANS will have to wait a while before having this powerhouse. The HYPERTITAN clan tried to keep it a secret from the other clans, but eventually word got out, and all the HYPERTITAN clans had a new target. To either kidnap or kill the infant TETRATAN. (And if it isn't clear yet, this infant is THE TETRATAN. The one who runs this blog.) Eventually, one of the outside HYPERTITAN clans were able to infiltrate the Prophet's Castle and kidnap the TETRATAN. But not before his oven clan noticed. In the midst of the battle that ensued, the TETRATAN did one thing, that changed everything. He started to cry. Now, this may not seem like so much, but this is a TETRATAN, LITERALLY ADJACENT TO THE TETRA CRYSTAL. Also, no one was expecting a massive blast to come from the baby being kidnapped, so when it came, no one was ready. Everyone was all so not ready, in fact, that they ALL DIED. So yeah, nice going there TETRATAN. And when I say they all died, I mean EVERY HYPERTITAN, AND MANY TITANS were affected. The Titans don't even live in the area! The Supertitans live even further, but even they could feel it, although no one got hurt. This big boom was also strong enough to SHATTER THE TETRA CRYSTAL. The TETRA CRYSTAL broke into many TETRA SHARDS, each giving whoever wields one an AMAZING boost of power, but not NEARLY as amazing as the full TETRA CRYSTAL.)

(Killing wasn't the only thing that this blast did, though. It also created the ENTIRE OMNIVERSE. The one EVERY UNIVERSE AND MULTIVERSE THAT HOUSES A NON-TITAN SPECIES IS IN. And, if it isn't clear enough yet, this baby crying was the cause of the BIG BANG.(The one they were in before is now called the ruins, cuz that blast destroyed most of it, and this new one is called the Omniverse, as uncreative as that is. There are other omniverses, but none besides these two are important to this story.) So now with the creation of non-Titan beings, and a massive blast coming from the HYPERTITAN area, there was a lot that caught the eyes of the surviving Titans. Including a certain HYPERTITAN off establishing trade offers in the SUPERTITAN lands. THE TETRATAN'S BROTHER!!!!!! DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUN!!!!!!!!)

(The TETRATAN's brother, understandably panicked by the big boom boom, rushes back home immediately and sees what has come of the ENTIRE HYPERTITAN SPECIES. And he notices the only survivor is a baby. He quickly figures out that the baby caused the big boom (somehow) and, having just lost his entire family (well not his ENTIRE family cuz the baby is his brother but he doesn't know that) the TETRATAN'S brother decides to yeet the TETRATAN into the omniverse he just created to live there cuz he doesn't want a baby (child neglect be like). The TETRATAN lands on a deserted island inhabitated solely by octopi (squids and octopi evolved from the HYPERTITANS). So at least he has food.)

(many years later ooooooooo)

(time skip a FEW billion years, the TETRATAN has self-taught himself a lot of magic. He need to do this to survive, because his brother, after living for a few billion years in solitude, has reconsidered his old choice to send the TETRATAN off into the omniverse, and is now trying to kill him. You know you else is trying to kill the TETRATAN? MY MO-)

(You know who else is trying to kill the TETRATAN? DISCORD!!! Remember him? Yeah, turns out his death was staged and he was waiting for the next TETRATAN to come along because he wanted to make sure no new tyrant like ECHO would rise to power, so he decided killing the only other being powerful enough to do so would stop that from happening. Also everyone thinks DISCORD is a TETRATAN, but technically he's not. He still says he is though. The TETRATAN doesn't really know much about his past, because everything blew up, and the only people who DO know anything much about his past are trying to kill him. (This is actually why he goes by the name of his species, the TETRATAN, instead of his real name. He doesn't know his name. He can't read or speak in Titan language so he can't figure it out himself, either.) All three of them are trying to collect as many TETRA SHARDS as possible to become more powerful than the others, and it is chaotic. DISCORD is also the only one out of the three who doesn't know how to teleport. And the TETRATAN messes around with the inhabitants of the omniverse he created when he's bored, and lives in the seventh dimension, aka the void.)

(WE GOT THROUGH THE LORE)

(@myconidwitch how's that for lore)

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debbeh · 5 months

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Recap of every Yonderland episode but only until my legs fall asleep and there is no context.

Season 1

Debbie is your run-of-the-mill mother who likes to eat crisps and watch TV. For some reason an Elf appears in her Cupboard and she’s all like wtf, why is there an elf in my cupboard. And Elf is like, wtf I have a name? And the stick he’s holding is like, oi, my names nick. Anyways, Debbie and Elf consult the wise Elders about why she’s here and they’re like, idk ask the oracle and the oracles like, yeah you’re the chosen one or whatever. You gotta like save the place from evil or whatever- oh also your gonna meet some guys named Jon or Robert or something. Debbie’s still like wtf but then she stops a fight between some goofy little guys and everyone’s goin crazy cuz woah! Not klling people? Crazy. And Debbies like bro its just commons sense. I just had to tell these guys to apologize- what are they’re names again? JOHN AND ROBERT!!! (air horn + vine boom) OH SHIT. and then, what’s this? After credit! ITS FUCKING NEGATUS

She wants to figure more about why it is foretold that she has to save Yonderland or whatever so they go to this temple to find a scroll (insert literal lesbian love story that they never talk abt again) and they get a wizard to help. Yada yada yada… they get in the temple but they lose the scroll, oh well. Anyways, hm this Negatus guy sounds pretty nasty huh?

Yoooo Negatus totally burned down a temple and now all the monks are homeless. Negatus sends his demons to hunt down Debbie and the monks. Whats this? The monks can lie now??? Wahoo, Negatus gets yelled at. So sad.

OMG ITS THE OLYMPICS BUT WITH KISSSSING?????

Debbie misses her kids but the elders are like, oooh we make song for you and make your hair pretty and she’s like ok I guess I’ll stay.

King what’s his face says he knows where another prophetic scroll is- sike he just wants to bang her- oh no negatus is here! But don’t worry! He has no pants! Negatus gets stabbed in the foot and Debbie learns the value of sharing

Speaking of idiots, Debbie gets kidnapped by a whole town of them! They’re called Ninnies and they wear potato sacks (so sad). This episode is basically The Giver. She teaches them that reading: good and that they shouldn’t be giving Negatus precious diamonds for free. Meanwhile, Negatus, in an attempt to woo his boss, a mysterious shadowey figure, hires a guy named Kenall (the twinkiest twink you’ve ever seen) to cut the diamonds he stole so he can buy an army. Sike, kendall is an idiot. The end

Negatus dresses up as the embodiment of Bo Burnhams's Shit and tricks Debbie into going to his lair. Little does Negatus know, Debbie has friends and ALLLLMMMMOOOOSSTTTT gets Negatus to see the power of friendship but last minutes hes like byeeeee bitches!!! And kidnaps her (this is a common theme). Luckily her friends save her last minute but as she is teleporting out using Nick the stick who is also the portal to her cupboard (I forgot to mention), she sees Negatus’s boss and is like huhhh, you look awful familiar……..

End of season one!!!

Season 2

Negatus buys mech suit to kill debbie, Elders go on lockdown and do a lord of the flies. I love this episode but I DO NOT remember what was important abt this one besides Evil boss lady get mad at Negatus >:(

Debbie goes to a fair and solves a murder mystery, Negatus gets audited.

Knight flirts with Debbie and Debbie teaches him the value of realizing you are geh.

Ninnies are back but they’re all finance bros but they don’t pay their workers. Debbie helps them fix that so Elders can get pillows.

Debbie finds out that mysterious boss lady is her twin sister!!! Saves Mathew Baynton (AKA gross kangaroo nany) from a gas leak.

Debbie joins the french revolution

Debbie saves an endangered species with phalic-ass noses.

TRANS HOTAN TRANS HOTAN <3. Big showdwon with evil twin

The end!

Season 3 (last season)

One of the old elders is back and Negatus does not turn into a gross idiot for 10 minutes

Oh no! Old elder is evil and Elders go into hiding, Debbie is framed and they break into their throne room thingy

Nobody trusts debbie but she helps knockoff batman find his true passion in becoming Mr. Cav (Accounting teacher for the 5 of you that are reading this that I don't know in person)

Drag bake off becomes war zone and Negatus gets his feet massaged.

Negatus arrested for writing Dick smellz on a wall. Debbie helps him break out- SO CLOSE TO A CHARACTER REDEMPTION ARC ITS NOT EVEN FUNNy

NEGATUS DO SOME SPYING VERY SILLLY Y GOOFY

Beauty contest but if you’re not pretty you fucking die

Time travel take da pain away.

Christmas Special!!!

Sike, its called Thanktival here (and there’s 143 days instead of 12). Chompus eat da presents. Negatus redemption arc FINALLY???????? He become santa, insert balls joke x 5. Elders’s kiddos compete in a singing competition and wow everyone with this thing called carols????? Elder Vex wears sweater. Balls joke. Negatus go sleepy in PJs. the end :3

#raaaaaannnntttt #i love negatus yonderland

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sasukimimochi · 11 months

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So here we have Rahul. He's one of my favorite oc's (aka one of my bbies) He's a spirit wolf from a species i created. Sometimes a character can die to become a spirit animal, while some are born as one, like Rahul (and Lepy but i haven't shown him to you guys yet)

He's extremely loving and loyal, lives in the forest and has a very fluffy coat like a selkie that he wears when he's in human form cuz i love that kind of thing. you might see colored text off on the sides or hearts, and that's my friend drawing on the canvas haha, she's very excited about my art and its cute.

Not my best wolf legs/paws but i'm going to ignore it. (his paws are supposed to be small, but i just did poorly on general anatomy)

Last two sketches there are Rahul and his mate, a reaper named Varis owned by @jansuka !

There are a number of sketches i couldn't include that are too spicy for tumblr, sorry guys. dfjghdsfg-- but at least you guys got most of them.

#sketch #sketches #Rahul #Varis #Reaper #Wolf #original species #original character #oc art #oc artwork #my oc art #character art

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onthecourtbugs · 2 years

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S-O-F-T (Part 2)

Pairing: Jason x Reader

A/N: Continuation to this here. Jason thought just cuz it’s been a while that I forgot about him. 😏 nahhh I’m back in my stomping grounds now!

Summary: Jason just don’t know what he talking bout.

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Jason Silver ain’t got no room to talk about Nash no more, okay?

Yelling to the rooftops that ain’t no pair o legs gonna snag him. 💀

Boy hush.

Granted, for a while it seemed like he actually meant that. 🥶

He was with a different girl all the time.

Just checking them out like books and the returning them with dog-eared pages and broken hearts.

He didn’t care.

They’ll be aight, they could find them a man easy.

Just wasn’t gone be him!

Nash wanted to do some next level Shakespearean stuff for his girl, but he doing that by himself.

Booty was definitely on the table.

Relationships? Decidedly off the table.

Just your everyday bachelor, am I right? Ain’t no pair o legs gone get ole Jay Jay. 😤😤😤😤😤

Except…

……Huh.

Something ain’t been exactly, precisely adding up with him…

2 + 2 ain’t been exactly equaling 4.

3 + 3 ain’t been precisely equaling 17.

In short, Jason ain’t been hoe-ing.

Oh, he’s still been going out to the metaphorical library of ladies and browsing with the fellas. But he ain’t checked out not one book since…. Hell, even Nash don’t remember.

And that’s because of you.

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Nash nosy self leaning over to peek at Jason phone after practice cuz when has he ever been on the phone after practice? “Who is that you’re texting?”

-scoots away- “Watch out bro.”

Now he knew something was up cuz Jason tryna hide it. 👀

“It’s a girl isn’t it?!”

“Nobody bruh, get off my phone.”

Knowing good and well you ain’t just nobody.

Nobody doesn’t get a key to his house and permission to hang around when he ain’t there.

Nobody can’t just walk in on practice cuz she left something in his car.

Nobody does not have permission to borrow said car anytime hers was in the shop.

The Jabberwocks don’t bother to remember nobody’s first and last name.

Nobody don’t got Jason running around Walmart because she’s sick with the sniffles and ran out of vegetable soup, but she doesn’t want more veggie soup, she wants CHICKEN NOODLES.

Nobody isn’t introduced to his mom and told to call her “Mom Dee.”

Heheee, when I tell you Nash stopped in the middle of the sidewalk when you casually brought her up?

Had the man staring straight down at you like you were some newly discovered species.

“Wait wait wait, you’re telling me you met her?”

“Yeah, she invited me over for Thanksgiving!” ☺️

Nash ain’t never look at Jason the same…

Mainly because if he did look, he’d start laughing at him.

——-

He sat up there in Dee’s living room during Thanksgiving teasing Jason while they played Mario Kart with the littler cousins 😂

“Better get to studying, Simp 101 starts this semester~”

“Mannn shut up!”

“You do know that your mom will be pissed if you don’t marry Y/n, don’t you?”

“Anyway!” -leans back to see if his mom listening- “She ain’t gone do nothing!”

-from somewhere back in the kitchen- “You betta marry that gal! You come up in here with anybody else IMMA WHIP YOU, YOU HEAR ME JASON?!!!”

“Now how you gonna tell me how to live my life?!”

“DON’T PLAY WIT ME BOY, I CAN END YO LIFE!”

Nash had to pass his controller to the nearest child cuz he fell out. 🤣🤣🤣

What did he just say?! Didn’t he tell him?!

You had your hand over your mouth in the kitchen the whole time cuz Mom Dee didn’t have to threaten him like that 💀

——-

No really, she had nothing to worry about. Jason ain’t going nowhere.

Cuz he a hypocrite.

He’ll eat up all your food then complain when he has to share his.

Hugs are for booty grabbing, or at least that’s what he SAID was the case.

In reality, he’ll just stand there while while you reach up to scratch his back with juuust the right amount of pressure.

Makes him shiver. 😩

He be the first one to whine about you pooting but will mercilessly CRIPPLE YOU with his mustard gas farts and he can’t say it ain’t that bad cuz he be running from it too 💀

He poked fun at Nash’s undying devotion to his girl but honestly? Jason ain’t stepped out on you either, even though there were and still are plenty of opportunities to do so.

Jason got mad when Nash started to occasionally skip out on guys night, but I’m pulling up a few new absences on his report card as well 🧐

He called Nash a simp? That’s funny Jason, but at least Nash can sleep without his girl, you caint, so go take a seat right next to your friend. -insert chair scooting noises- 🪑🪑

Acting like it’s a nuisance to have to keep up with your events but shows up to support you.

Arguing with you but not letting you sleep separately.

Loves to say you get on his nerves but don’t want you gone for too long.

Pushing 60 mph in a 55 zone to come get you after you called and told him you got hit in the back by another car and you needed him to pick you up 💀

Oh. Wait. There ain’t no buts about that last one, you just scared the hell out of him and he was in a rush. (You weren’t hurt, but the back of your car looked like a monster took a bite out of it 💀)

He be complaining bout cuddling too but that was an easy lie to catch because every dang night he’ll lay there with you, letting his hand roam over your rib cage, dip down your side, then slide up to rest on your hip over and over... You’d be wondering where he was going to go with it, but he just falls asleep curved behind you, one hand around your waist and the other spread on your stomach.

And then you’d lay awake a little longer, pondering how Jason could talk so rough like he does, but then touch you as if he were handling porcelain.

He was so full of contradictions when it came to his emotions, it made you dizzy to look back and forth between what he says and what he actually does.

You got one thing straight tho.

He loved you.

It don’t matter what that nighuh say.

——-

Heheheeee, Jason checked his texts one morning and saw he got one from Nash the night before.

‘I bet you went and snuck off to be with Y/n. And on the one night I was trying to hang 😑.’

Did I mention it was guys night yesterday and Jason played hooky? 😁

He was about to tell Nash to stop crying bout it but he got a new message.

‘Bring your soft ass outside Romeo, we got work to do 😂’

Jason sucked his teeth and tossed his phone over his shoulder.

“Punch him in his mouth… I ain’t soft nothing!”

And then rolled right over to sling his arm around you and give you kisses between your shoulder blades.

#courtsidewith #knb #courtsidehcs #jason silver #courtsidewithjs #jason silver x reader #knb jason

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lulu-spooks · 11 days

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I’ve been writing a poem because it’s easier than songwriting right now but here it is. Someone please tell me if it’s good or crap, I was gonna send it to my best friend but her bf just broke his leg and she’s kinda busy waiting for an ambulance with him so you lovely people get it instead.

It’s about the idea that attributing a god (a face) to the creation of all things removes the credit for what humans have created and all we do as a species. As well as what the universe does and has done to create all of existence. And the universe asks for no praise or sacrifice. But inversely the absence of a god or anything powerful with a face to it also takes away the idea that the universe was built by love and that it is really just a neutral coincidence that life exists at all. So the universe feels empty and heartless.

Basically I’m agnostic and have feelings about that so here they are. I did think really hard about every line of this so if it’s bad it’s not for lack of effort.

Duties of the heart eventually found

their place in the mind, still, echoes that sound

The weight of discovery plagues imagination

Exchanged for our clarity are myths of creation

The cold and bright world beyond walls of Eden

The cold of the air devoid of thought or feeling

The face we give the reason

Sows kindness and sows fear

When the neutral proof of absence

Is all that we hold dear

The heartfelt faceless cosmos

Intentions yet unclear

The falling of the tower

The flood that cleaned the slate

A comet stricken rocket

A mindless land that quakes

Your children question mercy

From one who caused the pain

The proofs not there in scripture

But it’s founded all the same

The face we give to reason

Has toppled empires tall

Gods sit atop the mountains

Gods walk among us all

We trade love and forgiveness

For all the hate here sprawled

The faceless nameless reason

The need for a hand to hold

The awful luck of living

The colours of deathly cold

The duties of my heart dear

Yet to be known and sold

Poem has no name yet although it would probably be easy to give it one. This is very much a first draft, I’m gonna revise it cuz the meter is a bit janky. Tell me what you think all the same.

#original poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #poetblr #songs #songwriting #lulu blogs

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tysonfurybattlepass · 9 months

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Heard you were looking for some anon hate, so here's some that I've thought about over the past few years 😉

Your art is pure garbage. Your shading is so basic and yet it looks worse than the drawings on wikihow articles, and your colors are an abhorrent mix that looks like neon puke. Literally one of the first tips beginner artists get is "don't use the airbrush". And what do you do? Airbrush the fuck out of your markings and shading! Your older anatomy and character designs were far more superior while the newer ones are a bastardized version of their former glory days. I'm younger than you and I can actually paint and pick good colors lmao

You haven't improved at all in 5 years. You actually got worse! You're drawing the same snarling cat 20 times a month instead of working on your backgrounds, shading, anatomy and compositions, and their jaws still look crooked with displaced teeth Every. Single. Time! I wonder how strong their bite force is when the lower jaw is at a 45° angle from the upper one?

All your characters look crazy and deranged and like absolute psychopaths. It's not a good look for your "brand" <3 And their torso takes up 90% of their body. How are they supposed to be strong beasts when their stumpy legs can barely hold the weight of your bad stylization? And you call that an improvement instead of godawful anatomy!

And then, and then!! Y're constantly making new characters, drawing them a bunch and forgetting about them! Algernon, Jarith, Lucia, Geneph, Xiaoya, Bailey, Jicama, Utah, Felin, Civen, Afryea, Thyodore,.Tyson (Aster's pet Inostrancevia), Donnie... And you have even more that you haven't even posted about? How does it feel to know that someone knows your characters more than YOU do? Talk about being an irresponsible artist

You're not even creative enough. "Here's a species that looks exactly like a cat but trust me guys it's not a cat, see? it has two extra arms!" "Here are 20 smilodons that are yellow-brown and have spots, but I love all of them and can differentiate between them!!" "Here's a leopard seal who's bigger than the natural ones and is a made-up species (who's supposed to be part bear and I definetely didnt forget about that) even though nothing is different between her and a regular anthro seal!!!"

I hope you give up on art. It won't take you anywhere in life, just like your autistic interest in paleontology won't help you. You didn't even get a superior education, so it's clear you'll live your life working minimum wage jobs because you're not qualified to do anything better. You’re lazy as fuck and you have no excuse for how weak you are.

You say you have 1000 followers but you barely pass 10 notes on your art and even less on your vents, and whenever you demand people to send you asks daily, nobody says anything. So not even your followers like you. They're just observing your every move and are laughing at your pain. The only thing you're good at is being daily entertainment for me and hundreds of others like me.

All your "female" characters loook like males regardless of what they identify as. It's as if you're incapable of drawing women.

Hooray for making all your best characters trans since you seem to be allergic to normal people. I'm glad you confessed that you support the mutilation of middle schoolers / transing gender non-comforming females (Azure).

You call yourself a "he/they" but you're still competing in the women's category cuz you know you wouldn't last in a fight against real men. You're such a failure that even your step father calls you his daughter publicly. (Your parents surely are disappointed in what you've become. I wouldn't be surprised if you were the reason for their divorce)

Only a few years back you were a proud tomboy girl, but I guess you hate yourself so much that you project your self-misogyny through self-identification and an atrocious art style.

You even chose the name “Tyson”, like that troon Chris Tyson. Considering the recent controversy, that’s what people will associate with your name, not whoever “Tyson Fury” is, and truthfully you deserve it.

You're so fragile being called a girl when you look, sound and act like one. Girl. Woman. Female. Dike. Lass. Lady. She. Wahine. Kaikamahine. Did this make you cry some pathetic manly tears? 100% sure you look like the soyjak in the soyjak vs chad meme right now. Can’t wait to read your breakdown on tumblr, if you’re not going to outright delete every account you have to escape me

Typical white girl starving for attention online behavior lmao.

You boast that you are "hot" but you are objectively ugly, not even mid. Your undercut is shit and your face is so damn bland. Your fursona is strong and beefy but you have a thin female body with stick arms and visible breasts. Talk about projection and an inflated ego. You're oozing with narcissism, and I wouldn't be surprised if you got diagnosed with it. It would 100% suit you.

Your "girlfriends" are still lesbian women, but you’re not one? “Transmasc butch lesbian” my ass, you absolute pooner. It’s not that hard to be a regular woman. Pretty sure you're not even dating them, you're just friends who haven't even held hands. And you’re still a virgin lmao. No bitches? 🥺 And you have not one, but two, because you're insecure in your feelings and can't commit to only one person since you need that external validation. I'm sure they're cheating behind your back because they know you wouldn't check on them.

I hope your sleep apnea kills you in your sleep. You deserve it.

L + ratio + you’re a loser + cope and seethe

Don't bother blocking and reporting me, I said all I had to say, I don't plan on interacting with you anymore and I don't have this level of hatred against anyone else.

Now, have I stalked your accounts until their beginning, or have I followed you for a really long time? Or a secret third thing (I stalked you for a really long time)?

the color thing is true but you should get a job

#bro doesnt know who tyson fury is :(#fake fan

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