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qilinkin · 1 month
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her pilot design has such a chokehold on me
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gummi-ships · 3 months
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Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance - Lord Kyroo
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carnivalcarrion · 7 months
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Idk if your still thinking about the pig but I was and today while getting hair dye-
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Idk what to do now...
you Cherish her. that's what you do
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glibgossamer · 1 year
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Here comes the boooooooooy 🥹 (he eats human flesh)
Hello boyyyy 👶🏻 (he casually has the most wild pup of the litter at 3 years old)
Welcome ☺️ (he’s trained an army of unicorns to take back his ancestral home)
There he issss 💕 (is a skinchanger)
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Back in 2018 when I was first starting Shadow and Jolt, I made a test comic about Strike and Infinite. Since S&J takes place after Forces, it made sense at the time to try tying the events together a bit. I ended up nixing this altogether but the comic was still very fun to draw as a cool "what if" scenario so I felt like sharing the shots I still like.
(And just to be clear, I don't intend to bring too much of Forces in S&J. This was just an experiment during development.)
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ataviisms · 1 year
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sometimes food accidentally falls out of waylon's mouth while he's trying to chew and then he just sits there and lets it happen like gators do
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othercrossee · 1 year
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For me, making Irida and Adaman into their late 20s is actually very good for the development and more history for both of their relationship
#z rambles#to makw things more concrete (?) ig lmao#irida was chosen as clan leader at 20 when sour her relationship with palina until the growlith incident happen and it got worse at 23#same year when she became clan leader. here shes def indecisive and lack confidence. due to worries shes unable to see the bigger pictures#adaman becsme clan leader at 23 too so 2 years before irida. he was....def clumsy at first due to his impatience he got into trouble a lot#the war actually was put on pause for years due to the clan leaders failing health. before the pearl clan leader died-#he asked for a meeting at jubilife with kamado and with the newly appointed leader adaman. he annouced that hell step down#and irida will take his place and that he hope kamado will see the clan relation thru and make them as he said.#*better than what me and that old coot did* and i csn tell u already those two did NOTTT WASTE ANY TIME ON THE BICKERING#It came naturally to them and the old pearl leader is like ah just like me before fr but dont let the bickering turns to war kids 👍#the old pearl def said sth like *that miserable old man is probably gonna scold me for wasting too much time tryibg to die peacefully*#i feel like what he said here will be used years later in a convo with those two#their relationship def involve bickering still as usual but i think it had serious very real malicious intent in it than a one off#they were pretty young then#if ur asking sbout the old diamond leader desth#he basically almost drop dead celabrating adaman succession to the role and sinner was like OLD MAN IS DYING 💀💀💀#and immediatly got a smack with his cane cuz hs is not dead. he died tomorrow👍ssying sth snout being the one whos punctual even till desth#sinner: nah is he throwing shade at the pearl leader even in death wth 💀😭// adaman: can u read the room🧍‍♂️#so funny to kmow the two old guys who caused thr war ended up being oretty chummy with each other in their ELDER years#its jsut funny like u csnt be doing this but it is very on brand for old people to do that tbh#honestly if this makes no sense and doesnt correspomd to info given to us in the game idc 😭😭😭😭
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jellibean2018 · 2 months
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You belong to me
((A Hazbin Hotel Drabble))
Summary: Alastor seems fond of Rosie’s new assistant
Paring: Alastor x Fem!reader
Warnings: Attempted S.A, Cannibalism, murder, blood, and gore.
Authors note: might make this into a series, not sure yet. We’ll see where life takes us. Please do comment feedback! I would love to see how everyone likes it! Word Count: 3,117
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You ran as fast as your legs could carry you. Your heels pounded on the pavement as you tried to escape your attackers. You took a left down the next street.
“She went that way fellas!” A thug shouted to his friends in the distance. You took a right this time hoping to confuse them, a flash of light blinded you for a second as a car sped past you, a sinner. Recklessly driving, not caring you were being chased.
Suddenly you realized all the black and red bricked buildings had turned into pink and lighter shades of red. Where did you end up? Suddenly the flash of arms grabbed you, one to cover your mouth and one around your waist. The goons had caught up to you.
You were thrashing and struggling your way to get out of the shark demon's grasp, but it was to no avail. He and the 3 other goons dragged you into the closest alley way.
“I love a girl with some fight in her” one goon said pulling out a knife from a sheath on his waist band, he looked similar to a boar.
“Nice try for running away toots, but we don’t give up that easily.” The shark holding you growled in your ear, you attempted to gag at the scent of his breath but were unable to do so. With all the might you had, you flung your head back for your skull to make contact on the shark's snout.
With a painful growl he dropped you and you pushed past behind him, only to realize the alley was a dead end. You quickly picked up a hunk of wood that laid against the building. You swung around to see the other three thugs closing in and the shark you head butted kneels with blood pouring from his nose.
“Get back! Leave me alone you sick fucks!” You screamed at your assailants. You made empty swings at them as they attempted to corner you. Suddenly the leopard fellow lunged at you. You make a swing at him when went for your waist, you hit him square on the back causing him to topple down. You smile but your victory was short lived as the lizard fellow took the opportunity to grab you and tackle you down.
You screamed as loud as you could to get him off of you, you were trying to claw and punch him. His boar buddy quickly came to you and pinned down your arms. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you realized that you were done for.
“Hold still you little bitch!” The lizard hissed at you.
“LET ME GO!” You shouted trying to kick him away. The boar held his knife to your throat to dissuade you from trying anything else. You froze in fear,
“Someone please help!” You begged. The goons chuckled as the lizard went to push up the hem of your dress to bunch up at your stomach. You shut your eyes, unable to bear watching this happen to you. Suddenly the men above you freeze, it took you a moment until you heard this horrible gushing sound.
“You boys seem awfully far away from home” an older woman’s voice filled the air. Your eyes shot open to see a tall, slender, pale-skinned woman dressed in Victorian attire, standing at the entrance of the alley. She had 4 men accompanying her, 2 of which were kneeling over the shark goon…shit…they’re EATING him!
“Move along you old bat! Or you’ll be joining this little trick here” the lizard stood up turning himself fully to the woman. She scoffed at his threat, seemingly with no regard for it.
“You boys need to be taught some manners on how to treat a lady.” She spoke so eloquently, it reminded you of your mother. She snapped her fingers and the other 2 men who stood at her side charged at the man, without any weapons. The lizard swung a closed fist and missed the fella closest to him, the other man simply grabbed onto his arm and bit a huge chunk out of it.
The boar man slowly took away the knife from your throat as he stood in horror at his friends being devoured. The woman watched as her men took care of two of the bastards. She suddenly glared at the boar and he froze in fear.
“I suggest if you don’t want to end up a snack, you best take your buddy and move along…” The woman threatened the boar. He was smart enough to wake his leopard buddy and rush out of there before her friends finished their...meals.
You sat up pushing back down your dress, tears streamed down your face as the woman approached you. This woman was your savior, you wanted to thank her but fear filled the hole the adrenaline left behind when it disappeared. She knelt down with such worry and care in her face.
“Now now doll face, they won’t hurt you anymore. Auntie Rosie has you” she said, pulling a handkerchief from her wrist ruffle and wiping away your tears. You threw your arms over the woman’s shoulder thanking her in broken sobs. She held you back, stroking your hair and shushing away your cries.
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You spray the dirty front store window with a cleaning solution and wiped it down with cleaning cloth. Once the streaks cleared away, you paused for a moment and stared out the store window. You watched as couples walked around the Cannibal Town square arm in arm. Children hoop rolling in the street. Other store vendors opened up their shops in the square, and a line started to form in the front. Cannibals all alike waiting for Rosie’s Emporium to finally open its doors for the day.
“Doll face, have you restocked the buttered-fingers?” Rosie called out to you from the back of the store.
“Not yet Rosie! I’ll get right on it!” You shouted back, quickly finishing up the window. You’ve been here just about 3 months. After Rosie saved you from being attacked, she took you in and made you feel welcomed in Cannibal Town. She brought you to her home and took care of you. It seemed more like she adopted you, the way she frets over you like your own mother would.
‘When she was sober enough to take care of me that is.’ You thought to yourself.
After the shock from your attack finally subsided, Rosie hired you to help her in the Emporium. You stock the shelves, assisted with customers and maintained the store while Rosie was absent doing her overlord duties. Other than the occasional offer of a taste of your flesh, Cannibal Town has treated you wonderfully. Seems Rosie taking in non-cannibal sinner was very intriguing to the rest of the colony. You could hear the whispers on your daily walks with Rosie.
“How could Rosie do such a thing?”
“You know I heard she gave her soul to Rosie in exchange for protection from the Vee’s”
“That girl is sweet, I’m glad Rosie has taken a liking to her”
“Rosie should just feed her at the next feast, a sinner like that could bring trouble to our town”
“Don’t you fret them my dear, they’re just yucks for gossip. They are wary of outsiders sure, but they know if I can trust you, then you are alright” she would tell you when the whispers would start to bother you. It did little to aid your worries.
You quickly refilled the “Candy” flesh counter with buttered-fingers, candied peeled eyeballs, and the oh so popular lady-fingers. Once restocking was done, you threw on the apron Rosie had you wear as uniform and went to unlock the door and open it for the few dozen customers already waiting to get in.
The day dragged on as normal. It reminds you of the time you used to work as a waitress in that Jazz club in Miami Beach when you were alive. Mind you the customers didn’t want to eat your flesh but they were good nonetheless. As you help select a box of chocolate fingertips for a lovely older woman surprising her husband with this gift, you feel a tap on your shoulder.
You turn to see Rosie’s beautiful smile staring at you.
“Doll face, can you please run this to Henry at the butcher's shop? I promised him this as a gift for him and his wife’s anniversary but we’re slammed here and I don’t wanna leave you here all alone.” She politely asked while placing a black and white striped box, wrapped with a red bow. You nodded your head at her accepting the errand.
“Yes Rosie I’ll do that right now.” You respond with a smile, peeling off your apron to put it behind the counter.
“That’s my girl! Hurry back so we can make another batch of my special bone broth!” She waved you off as you walked out the door box in hand. You wanted to make your trip quick so you can get back to the Emporium. You didn’t like leaving Rosie’s side, it seemed to make your anxiety worse. It took you a while to walk on the street of town on your own, one thing for sure you never left the Colony.
You pushed the door open to the butcher shop, a bell rang to alert your presence. You closed the door behind you and walked up towards the wooden counter.
“Be out in a moment!” The raspy voice called out from the back. You took this moment to walk around and look at the display shelves. Meats galore filled the shelves inside the display case. Arms, legs, and torsos. Varying from different species, sizes, and colors from throughout Hell. Anything you could think of, it was there. It sent shivers up your spine.
When you moved in with Rosie, she certainly did want you to try a leg or two. ‘Don’t knock it till you try it’ your mother would say. You did, but you failed horribly each time. The flesh was tangy and gummy. Not to mention the smell! You threw up each time, trying not to offend Rosie for preparing you the food. Rosie eventually accepted that you would have to live off of regular food. She sends a lovely man named Joseph into the city to get you food to keep at home. Still, once in a while she’ll ask you if you’re interested, you always politely decline.
“Ahhh Rosie’s new assistant, yes? Good morning darlin’ how are ya!” Henry popped out from the back room, carrying a wrapped up slab of meat, he placed on the side of the counter left of the register. He walked toward his side of the counter directly across from you, he peeked his head over and smiled down at you. Henry was a middle aged presenting gentleman with a mustache bigger than his head. His butcher's apron was smeared with blood.
“Good morning Henry, I’m doing fine this morning, how are you and the missus?” You ask warmly, smiling back at him.
“Oh, we’re doing just fine thank ya for askin’, did you come in to finally try something? I have these wonderful aged livers and hearts from extermination day!” He pointed to a selection of organs on sale.
“Not today Henry, I actually came on an errand from Rosie.” You chuckle nervously.
“Oh? Is that what that box is?” He asks curiously. As you begin to lift it up to place on the top of the display case, the door rings and you turn your head out of sheer curiosity. You see a rather tall man, wearing a red pinstripe suit, animal ears, and a spine chilling grin. His cane clicked on the linoleum floor as he approached the display case beside you.
“One moment love. Alastor! Great to see you in my shop once more, how can I help you?” Henry politely excused himself to assist the customer that just walked in. Strange, you’ve never seen him around before. He definitely doesn’t look to be like the other cannibals. He had red eyes and normal pupils, his cane was very intriguing as well, it looked to be more like a microphone.
“Hello Henry, lovely morning we’re having” his voice finally spoke, watching Henry from behind the counter. His voice had a radio effect to it, and he spoke with a transatlantic accent.
“Yes it is, what can I do for you Sir, need some fresh venison?” Henry sounded a bit flustered as he spoke to this man. Was he really that big of a deal? Wait, venison? That’s it! He’s a dear! Now I recognize his ears, but where’s his tail?
“Nonsense Henry, I will wait my turn like any other customer, please do help this young lady.” He’s tossed up his cane in theatrical manner and pointed it your way once he caught the end of it.
“O-oh! No I’m not a customer, I umm, just came to drop off this package from Rosie” You quickly put the box on the display so as to not take up more time from Henry and his customer. Henry took the box and smiled at you.
“Oh yes, thank you darlin’ and also, do tell Rosie her next shipment should be here by the end of week.” Henry said, placing the box under the counter at the register. The man who stood beside you turned with an intriguing look on his face, it seemed his smile never faltered, never faded even for a second.
“You know Rosie?” The man asked, you realize how much taller he was than you, he had to bend at his waist to move his face closer.
“Yes Sir, I am her new assistant. I mostly help around the Emporium” you answer trying not to cower under his gaze. He adjusted his monocle while observing you.
“You don’t look to be a cannibal darling, how did you ever come across to work for Rosie?” He asked, rather intrusive question upon first meeting if you ask yourself. You stare at him clearly intimidated by his forward question. He picks up on this and holds out his hand.
“Where are my manners? Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you sweetheart, quite the pleasure!” He said enthusiastically, you go to shake his hand but he quickly takes it and shakes it rather aggressively.
“Pleasure.. now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to the Emporium.” You say releasing your grip from his hand and moving towards the door.
“Allow me to escort you my dear!” He said quickly, stepping towards me. You stood in shock and awe as he insisted on walking you back to the emporium.
"Um no thank you, I can manage" You insist while opening the door, your need to get away from him was slowly growing.
"Nonsense! Rosie is a dear friend of mine. If I allowed you to walk alone, why, she'd have my head on a silver platter for dinner!" on cue, a laughing track played at the end of his sentence. "After all, what kind of a gentleman would I be if I didn’t?"
You had the utmost respect and trust in Rosie, if this man- Alastor was her friend, as creepy as he was, then you suppose you could allow him to walk you back.
"Well, when you put it like that-"
"Wonderful!" He interrupted you "I'll be back Henry! Do get some fresh venison ready for me!" he said, ushering you out the door and bidding Henry a goodbye. The emporium was only a block and a half away but walking by Alastor's side made the journey seem longer. Keeping your eyes ahead, you noticed how the other folks around town would nod their heads or tip their hats to Alastor as you both strolled past. Just how big of a deal was he? He was a normal sinner but he seemed to command authority and respect. You kept your arms close to your body, to avoid making physical contact with him.
Soon enough you both made it back to the Emporium, you nodded towards him in thanks when he opened the door for you. You walk in to see Rosie checking out customers at the counter.
"I'm back Rosie!" you announce as you walk further in.
"Hello doll- oh Alastor! Oh my goodness! So wonderful of you to stop by! Where have you been??" Rosie started to address you before Alastor showed his face from behind a customer. Rosie excused herself for a moment and approached you both. She gave Alastor a gentle hug and a kiss on his cheek in greeting. You stood to the side awaiting further instructions from Rosie.
"Oh I've just been quite busy with Charlie and the hotel, and I've dropped into town for Henry's tasty venison." Alastor responded with a light hearted chuckle.
"Oh where are my manners, doll face this is my wonderful friend Alastor, We've known each other for quite some time! Alastor this is my darling assistant-" Rosie began before Alastor held up his hand, politely interrupting her.
"Yes, we had just met at the Butcher's shop! She is very intriguing I dare say Rosie" He said pointing his cane at you. You smile nervously at his compliment.
"Darling go ahead and stay up at the counter I'll be there in a moment" Rosie steered you to the counter with a gentle hand on your back. You nodded at her and started to turn toward the counter before turning to Alastor and holding your hand out to him
"I-It was nice meeting you Alastor Sir" you politely remark. Alastor gracefully took your hand and brought it to his lips.
"Please, just Alastor dear, and I assure you the pleasure has been mine entirely" With the softest kiss to the back of your hand you could feel your cheeks heating up. His gaze was certainly hypnotic to say the least. you chuckled nervously and took your hand away, rushing quickly to the checkout counter.
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Alastor watched as the sinner walked to her place behind the counter, his gaze couldn't bear to tear away from her. 'What a peculiar creature' he thought to himself.
"My my Alastor, I've never seen you’ve taken a liking to anyone like that before" Rosie chirped up beside him, a hand on her hip and her other hand covering her mouth in gossip. Alastor resisted the urge to chuckle and roll his eyes at his dear friend.
"Not so much a liking my dear Rosie, more so.. fascination."
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charliemwrites · 3 months
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Woof, grrr, woof
Your trip to the vet turns up nothing. No microchips, and none of the staff recognize the wolf-dog. They’re the only vet in town too, and he looks too pristine to have come from another…
“You’re a weird little guy, huh?” you muse on the car ride to the pet store.
The vet office was kind enough to make a file for him, standing name “Buddy”. If you get to keep him, you’re definitely changing it. They also gave you a spare leash so that you wouldn’t have to leave him in the car while you shop.
It’s a pitifully flimsy thing, but the dog seems leashed trained and does tug. Could probably let him off it and he’d stay glued to your side.
The shopping is even weirder. He doesn’t seem very distracted by treats or food, only snaps at other dogs when they get into his personal space. Otherwise, he just stays right next to you, tongue occasionally lapping at your hanging fingers.
“Beautiful dog,” a man says to you. An older guy, rugged, looking at toys.
You shift. “Thank you.”
“Should really be feeding a beast like that a raw diet.”
“Raw diet?”
“What they get in the wild. All that processed shite ain’t good for ‘em.”
You thank him for the advice over the dog’s grumbling. A quick internet search on your phone reveals it’s not a bad idea, actually. Not too expensive either.
“Raw it is,” you muse.
He tilts his head, make a low “woof”. You scratch absently at his ears as you continue shopping. Let him pick toys - his favorite a squeaky grenade of all things that he refuses to put down. You get a big matching set of food and water bowls, a cushy dog bed, a parasite repellent. Even some dog pads in case he’s not house trained.
You stall in the leash aisle, a bit overwhelmed by the choices of leashes and collars and harnesses.
“How do you feel about pink…?”
Snort.
“Yeah didn’t think so. I didn’t like the rhinestones anyway. You’d probably end up eating one and shitting glitter.”
A long whine.
“Oh, sorry, is that embarrassing? Poor love.”
The gentlest scrape of big teeth at your knuckles. You chuckle and tap two fingers on his sandpaper tongue. His head jerks back, tongue flicking in offense.
“S’what you get, dummy.”
Shaking your head, turn back to the selection. The pup huffs, shakes his head, and noses at something lower. It’s a deep green - army, you think the shade is called - collar with a silver buckle instead of a snap clip.
“Not bad,” you muse. “Matches the whole woodsy vibe we’ve got going.”
You find the matching leash and harness set, dropping it in your cart. You receive several more compliments on your big gorgeous dog, though he refuses to let anyone pet him. You awkwardly make excuses that he’s a recent rescue and try to avoid further conversation.
The last stop is at the kiosk for a tag. You can’t just let him go without one, but you despise officially naming him “Buddy.”
You end up just putting your name, number, and address on there. A matte black heart engraved with silver.
“What do you think?” you ask, offering it for a sniff.
The dog doesn’t even pretend to be interested, just takes the opportunity to drag his tongue over your wrist again. You huff and wipe off on your pants.
“Gonna have to take another bath at this rate.”
You ignore his grumble - it’s uncanny at this point, how quick he is to respond - and guide him out to the car. He hops into the passenger seat, flops over into your lap first chance he gets. You have to nudge his snout away from your crotch again, but he seems satisfied with a hand smoothing over his head.
Home is warm when you arrive. You set up your new dog’s things, buckle him into his new collar, tag and all.
“There,” you coo, dropping smooches all over his head. “Look at how handsome you are, sweet boy! Can I have a kiss?”
You yelp as he barrels you over onto your back, well over 100 pounds of wolf-dog stretching over you. You turn your face away as he licks at your mouth, trying to get inside. You remember reading somewhere that that’s a wolf thing; just another tick in the “hybrid” box.
“Gross, gross! Nooooo,” you laugh, covering his snout. You squeal as his tongue flickers between two fingers. “Nasty boy! You’re so rude!!”
He finally lets you up with much coaxing, looking far too pleased with himself.
You make yourself dinner, providing your dog with scraps of chicken and unseasoned veggies based on your online reading. He seems happy with the offering, eats it all up with gusto.
As the evening comes, you stretch out on the couch. Finally feel brave enough to put on a scary movie now that you’ve got a big-ass deterrent.
Your dog even climbs up to cuddle, head on your chest while you hug him through scary parts. The really interesting part comes at the end, during the climax.
“Heeeeeere’s Johnny!”
Your new companion perks up, eyes on the screen.
“Oh? Is… is that your name? Is your name Johnny?”
His head snaps around to you, ears straight up and eyes bright.
“Johnny…” you croon, trying it out.
He makes a little “boof” noise and wriggles closer.
“Johnny baby,” you continue, grinning. “Johnny boy. John John the bon bon.”
It’s utter nonsense, but it makes his tail thump against the cushions, leaving slobbery kisses of excitement all over your neck and jaw.
“Alright alright!” you laugh, dropping a kiss on the top of his nose. “Johnny it is. Thank fuck I don’t have to come up with a name. Was thinking of calling you Philip or Simon or something.”
You yelp as he starts to make gagging sounds, nearly kicking him off the couch before it seems to subside.
“Good lord, bud,” you breathe as he grumbles and settles his head on your thigh, puffing out a big breath through his nose. “You’re gonna be a handful.”
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dead-end-draws · 19 days
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Skywing Gladiator Helmet concepts: Part 1
Part 2 ⬅️ more designs
To me, the Skywing arena was the most memorable parts of the first book, and I liked the idea of Scarlet having consistent champions outside of prisoners, like Peril, that were used as actual fighters. Similar to the Roman colosseum’s style of fighting.
With how extravagant Scarlet’s punishments, hatching day, etc. are described, (she loves her bloody entertainment & fan fair). There’s no way she’d allow for her champions to go undecorated in the arena. Additionally, Skywings are implied to be the most battle experienced tribe, so they should have armor that reflects this sentiment.
Aside from the lore drop, I absolutely love rendering metal & armor, this was just an excuse for me to do that lol. It’s very interesting trying to fit helmets to dragon anatomy opposed to human anatomy. Gotta accommodate for horns, ears, and the snout. Really cool learning how to work around it!
Skywing average measurements/head base for helmets:
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Holden Gemini TE saloon & TF Coupé, 1982. The General Motors T-car was marketed in Australia as the Holden Gemini, derived from the Japanese Isuzu Gemini, from 1975. They were built in Australia, using a high proportion of locally-made components. These are face-lifted versions of the saloon and coupé that were never adopted. Gemini production ended in Australia in 1984
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Hello ! I wanted to ask if you can write a Hazbin Hotel x male!reader that is like a raccon please ?
Ignore it if you don't want to write it !!
(Unconnected, but I really love your writing. You have a real talent for this)
Sure lol! I also wanted to make them have the animal spirit of a raccoon so here you go! 🦆💗
HAZBIN HOTEL X RACCOON! READER
prompt: a ex-thief wants redemption to see his family
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You stole shit..like lots of it to the point even your ex-teammates calls you a raccoon for your ability to steal like crazy. So when one of your teammates killed you because of they were jealous you got so much jewelry…. You fell into hell grumbling piss at seeing your ex teammate shoot you before you died.
You dusted off your outfit to fuckin' see you are a raccoon. (You can imagine reader to be a cubby raccoon or your body type 😘) but you gotta admit it fitted you as you looked to see an ad for a hotel that talks about redemption. You didn’t wanna stay in hell any longer as you smell the flames in your snout. So you go over to the hotel.
You stay at the hotel for months, getting the trust of the hotel staff as you live there. Charlie introduces herself in her dreams to you, making you feel at least as you should help her grow in her dreams of the hotel that she’s making out of this.
So you nod, accepting your be part of the exercises she does.
You either was given a red outfit just like Charlie and vaggie or just a black fit to match your mischievous personality. 
I can see reader literally just trying to wash their hand from the sink as Charlie pick them up and helps you wash your hands thinking you can’t change heights.
Lucifer picked you up because you’re the size of a raccoon so you kind of found it funny until you grow up in size as human size. Never in his life has Lucifer dropped a person so quick as you chuckled. 
“EW A RODENT” “EW A SHORT PERSON”
There was so much silence that the silence was loud as Lucifer gave you a “that’s not nice D:” face as you shrugged.
Raccoon! Reader and penguin! Reader would be cousins 😭
Like literally these two animal readers would be those cousins trying to get a sleepover by their moms.
Angel would probably set you up to steal from Valentino…I mean shit Italians stick together☝🏾
Niffty likes to groom you if you are in your raccoon size. Don’t run, you can’t out run Niffty and her cleaning tools ‼️
I can imagine you and sir Pentious being slight mutuals as you go through peoples trash bins and just collect metal for Pentious making Pentious give you something in return.
A cute headcannon is that you sometimes stick your tongue out when drinking something other than gulping it down.
Husk had gave you some water because you were dehydrated. And this man raised an eyebrow seeing you drink it like a cautious animal. Okay so maybe husk did pet you on your head as you were too busy drinking the water.
You are a slick bastard, you would literally pick pocket people without them even knowing it. Hell, you died with a talent because of this. But it’s sometimes hard to break bad habits.
I headcannon you bit a resident that tried to pickpocket off of you. You definitely gave them rabies with your sharp teeth as they started to spazz and pass out. Leaving you just standing there like. “Did I do that…😨”
I can see raccoon! Reader just being thrown by Angel when he wanted to catch some sinner who tried to take his drugs (pilot reference) and you got on the sinners head and fuck up their face🦆
It was definitely giving “PIKACHU, I CHOOSE YOU!” 😭
Okay so I gotta admit…I headcannon raccoon! Reader to have dug in the trash bins only to get scolded by Charlie as you had a banana peel on your head
I can see raccoon reader also having the personality of rigby, but more of a mature side to it a little. If you know what character I’m talking about hit me up 😘😍
As much as you seem playful and dumb at time, you’re really smart when you wanna be smart. You literally outsmarted Alastor at chess once which made alastor’s eyes widen at you.
I deadass headcannon raccoon! Reader to have like some kinda of accent. Probably Italian, but make it heavy and attractive. 😭🦆
But like if raccoon reader is Italian imagine the secret talks you and Angel do away from the others 😭😭 just two Italian boys planning world domination
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Alastor doesn’t have any options on you other than you just stealing his cane makes him pissed off.
You stole his cane for a talent show down stairs that Charlie made. You were doing comedy until this mf grabbed the scuff of your neck and forced you to give it back.😭
STOP CAUSE YOU PROBABLY GOT LOCKED IN A TRASH BIN ONCE AND IT TOOK THE WHOLE CREW TO FIND YOU IN 2 DAYS😭😭
“Ewww…welp found them Charlie!” Alastor said picking you up over his shoulder with a wide grin as he slides down the dump stash.
You are in charge of the lost and found section of the hotel as you just go in room and find shit. I mean you would love to keep them to yourself but Charlie and vaggie knew you would try to steal. So that’s why they made you in charge of lost and found.
You and Angel once went on a hot girl shopping spree..well actually Angel brought you along since you two bond very well. You two legit bought shades together while Angel dust went shopping with you behind him holding his bags.
I headcannon raccoon! Reader to have a locket of his mom in his pocket at all times because before going to bed they kiss the locket and wish their mom a good night.
Charlie learnt you liked being pet from your head to your back as it helps you sleep better. She squeaks at your rare cuteness as she hears you let out a few cute snores.
You stole from husk making him grumble looking for his wallet only to see you come back whistling holding a bunch of groceries.
“Let me guess, you stole my fuckin' wallet?” “Whattt me stole whooo?” You said with a smirk putting down the groceries for husk as he grumbles snatching his wallet from you.
Husk and you have a weird friendship dynamic. It’s like you two hate but like each other. So it’s basically frenemies
When the angel fell down and came to fight, what did you do? Bitch you stole their heaven bucks and dead angel’s weapons. If you can’t beat em, wait for them to die😍
Adam literally seen you stealing money from tel he angels and was going to kill you when he felt his pockets…HIS WALLET WAS GONE?! HOW TF DID YOU TAKE HIS WALLET?!
“THAT LITTLE THIEVING SHIT TOOK MY WALLET?!” “ BUT SIR! THAT IMPOSSIBLE?” “NO SHIT!” Adam retorts at lute as Adam grumbles seeing your figure run away
After Adam had died, you ran his pockets…😭 devious ass shit-
The hotel crew just gave you a shocked looked after you stole half of his possessions.
You and Angel dust literally just be chilling and mess with husk a lot 😭 so now husk got two Italians annoying him lmao
Sir Pentious doesn’t like you because of how you sometimes sneak into his room or lab and steal some of his stuff just so you can have a little stash of something to remember the good old days when you were alive.
Sooner or later, you had given Pentious his stuff back remembering your mom might be in heaven. You miss her cooking.
I imagine raccoon! Reader to be a mama’s boy🤨☝🏾
You’re so use to playing dead as a raccoon, as you literally played dead in front of husk and angel making them scared you actually died….yeah you told them it was a prank and they got mad to the point they locked you out of the hotel.
“GUYS! LET ME IN DAMNIT! IT WAS JUST A JOKE! FELLAS?!”
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Alastor x reader
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Alastor reacting to someone threatening reader.
Requested by: @legendofluck
You had been working at the hotel for quite a while now. Everyone at the hotel enjoyed your presence, as you were an absolute sweetheart.
Alastor, especially, had a soft spot for you. You died near the same time as him. You would often dance with him while listening to jazz and gossip and slander Vox and his insecure whiny bitch boys.
You didn’t have any specific job so you just did what was required around the hotel. Right now, you were checking some guests into the room.
You had just checked the last guest into the last vacant room. It was late and everyone was in bed. You often took the night shift even though you hardly got any customers. You sat by the counter idly, humming to some jazz while reading through a magazine when another dinner walked in. Your eyes darted up and you quickly sat up. “Hello sir! Welcome to the Hazbin hotel, how may I help you?” You asked with a gentle smile.
The man sinner glared at you and stumbled through the door, clearly intoxicated. He was a big burly boar demon with large tusks, sharp yellow eyes, and a long snout. He glared at you, a dark glint on his face. Everything about him screamed "caution" like a label on a pack of cigarettes.
You shifted uncomfortably as he trudged closer.
"S-sir...? Would you like to make a reservation..?" Your voice wavered, flinching as he slammed his fist down on the counter.
"Listen here you l-hic-little whore...You better get me a room or I-hic-I'll bash your head into the counter.." He slurred while grabbing your wrist with a vice grip.
You winced in pain and let out a small hiss. Your eyes watered at the retched smell of whiskey and cigars on his breath.
You looked at the man in fear
"I'm afraid that there aren't any rooms ava-" Before you could finish your sentence, you felt a hand grip your hair sharply and you bit back a yelp.
"I said...Get. Me. A. ROOM! Or I'll bash your pretty little head in and watch as your brains cover the walls..."
You nodded weakly, your whole body trembling as hot tears started to spill. You grabbed the phone and dialed in a room number.
"J-just a moment...sir.." You whispered, calling Alastor's room number, praying that he'd be awake.
Ring ring
Silence
Ring ring
Silence
Ring ring
"Unfortunately, room ### is unavailable, please leave a message at the tone."
Your stomach dropped as you frantically tried to think of a way out of this situation. You felt the hand in your hair tighten and suddenly yank your head back. A scream escaped your lips and then a sharp stinging pain shot through you as the sinner slapped you across the face.
"SHUT UP YOU STUPID BI-" He was cut off when a long dark tendril impaled him through his fat beer belly. Blood splattered into your eyes and you were disoriented. You rubbed the blood from your eyes when suddenly you heard a familiar voice.
"Was he bothering you, my dear?"
You stared at Alastor, stunned, before the whole weight of the situation came crashing down on you like an avalanche. You broke down into sobs and crumpled to the floor.
You shook with terror, your vision swimming with hot tears when something unexpected happened.
Alastor hugged you.
The Radio Demon, Alastor, hugged you.
You buried your face into his shoulder as his claws scratched your back gently.
"There there, he's gone now, your safe..." He cooed while picking you up. "I'll go ask Husker to take over the shift. You need some rest and that bruise on your cheek needs some attention."
You nodded weakly, your eyes red and puffy as your sobs simmered down to whimpers and hiccups. As Alastor walked into his room, he set you down on the bed.
"You stay here, darling. I'll be back momentarily."
And with that he melts away into the shadows. You stare at the ground with a detached look in your eyes. When he returns, his smile is a lot smaller and more strained. He gently raises your chin with two fingers and places an ice pack on your bruised cheek.
"Don't cry, cher" He says while whipping your tears with the pad of his thumb. He slowly takes off your shoes and lays you down into bed with you.
"I will...stay with you for tonight, if it makes you feel safer. It wouldn't be very kind of me to just leave you in such a state." He said while pulling you into his arms. You nuzzled closer into his warm embrace and snaked your arms around his thin waist.
"Goodnight mon cheri"
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dixonzzgirl · 1 month
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dog head canons (no one asked for these)
dog is extremely protective of you, like if daryl is pretending to sneak up on you, dog will show his teeth and growl (all while his tail is going).
or if daryl is tickling you and you’re squealing, dog thinks daryl is hurting you, so he’ll start barking really loud and trying to jump in between you.
he also gets jealous when you’re giving daryl attention and vice versa. he’ll whine and cry and flip onto his back with his paws up in the air to make you look at him. He’s just full of drama.
sometimes when you sneak some of your food to dog, daryl shoots you a glare cause he’d rather you eat and have dog’s share come out of his portion.
when daryl gets back early from a run and can’t find you, dog will ask “where’s yer’ mama? hm?” and then dog will lead him straight to you.
BATH TIME !! you do the washing and daryl does the drying. he doesn’t have the patience to sit there while dog shakes off for the 10th time in a row. so that’s your job :)
when dog shakes his sopping wet coat all over you, daryl can’t hold back his laughter, causing you to splash him with a bit of water. “oh, cause i thought something was funny,” you say as daryl glares your way. 
BED HOG BED HOG BED HOG!!!!!!!
daryl finds him a nice, big dog bed on a run, but dog still prefers sleeping snuggled up to you.
he usually sleeps at the foot end of the bed, but he shoves his snout in between you two and always ends up wiggling up further and further throughout the night.
he likes to push his feet into daryl’s back while you spoon him. 
dog gets locked out of the room when you and daryl have sex because he either gets worried that daryl’s hurting you or he thinks you’re having fun without him.
he’s tried to jump up onto the bed once or twice before, so daryl now lures him out and then quickly shuts the door.
he will 100% scratch at the door and try to shove his nose underneath it to make sure you’re both still in there.
dog thinks killing rabbits, birds and squirrels is a game, so whenever daryl takes him hunting with him he’ll kill them and drop them at daryl’s feet all proud and shit. 
when dog gets the zoomies, you chase him around the house and daryl thinks its the funniest thing in the fucking world because you’ll be chasing him and then he’ll stop for a second and do the play bow and then he’ll take off again.
he’ll also jump up on the couches and launch himself off.
a/n: i’ve never seen anyone do dog head canons before, so i figured i’d do some!!
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skaye44 · 24 days
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Fire station Meetup
Bucky A/U - Firefighter Bucky
Summary: You move to a new area and come across a fire station on your routine walks with your dog. You meet a gorgeous Lieutenant who crushes on you just as you crush on them.
Content warning: NONE - Feel good fluff, enjoy
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You had just moved into a little house you were so happy you found. It took you a few weeks, but you finally finished unpacking and setting up things exactly how you like.
Your neighbourhood was a quiet one, everyone had tidy and neat yards and there were plenty of parks and walking paths, which was a huge reason you chose the area.
You had a large dog named Ranger, who needed space and walks. He was a German Shepherd who you rescued when he was a puppy. Because of his breed and the potential for him to be quite large, that didn't deter you from scooping up the fluffball and giving him a life full of love.
As Ranger grew and grew, he turned out to be on the larger and taller side of what typical German Shepherds are. He was about 100lbs, and he came up to your waist. He looks menacing with his sharp pointy ears, snout, and strong legs, but as menacing as he looks, he is a giant chicken. You took him to many obedience classes as you could so you could control him whenever the situation needed. He listens extremely well, and you always reward him for that. The two of you are inseparable and you couldn't have been more pleased with his personality. When you walk him, he stays close to your side and looks scary, so you are happy to have that extra protection since not many people approach you.
Upon living in your neighbourhood for a few weeks, you took it upon yourself to explore a little more and see what paths and routes you could walk with Ranger. You discovered a small dog park a few blocks from your house, and you were more than happy to take him there to burn off some of his extra energy. There were trees and woods all around with small inclines and hills making it the perfect area for you to explore with your furry companion.
You noticed there was a firehall that was adjacent to the dog park and every time you walked by the firemen would be out front, relaxing in the weather, talking to each other, or washing down their rigs. You would smile and nod at them, and Ranger would look over to investigate, but you always carried on.
After a few weeks of walking by, you noticed the group of firemen would wave to you, some would even ask how your day was. You always said it was good and carried on.
One day, you noticed they were playing ball hockey out front of the station. Ranger loves his tennis balls and was watching eagerly as you walked by on your way to the park. When the ball they were playing with was hit in your direction, Ranger snatched it in his mouth wagging his tail proudly. You had to stop and get the ball away from him.
"Sorry about that" said a blonde, tall, freakishly fit, and broad-shouldered fireman currently running up to you. 
His shirt said Captain Rogers on the sleeve. 
"It's ok, let me get that for you as I don't think he'll let you near his mouth" you chuckled.
You bent down to grab the ball from Ranger. 
Just then, another fireman came up and joined you.
His shirt said Lieutenant Barnes on it. He had slightly long dark chestnut hair, broad shoulders, and the clearest bluest eyes you have ever seen. You were blushing like mad at the two men in front of you and praying that Ranger would listen to you.
"Ranger, drop the ball" you firmly said. 
Ranger just sat there wagging his tail with the ball still snugly in his mouth. 
"Ranger" you said more sternly. 
Ranger looked at you and then up at the two men, then decided to drop the ball as the Lieutenant bent down to give him some pets which were more of a treat than the ball that was currently in his mouth. 
"Let me clean off the drool". You wiped off the ball and handed it back to the captain. 
"It's ok" said the captain who smiled at you.
You smiled back at him then watched him walk back to the rest of the group of men.
The Lieutenant stood up from scratching Ranger on the head. 
"Ma'am" he nodded flashing you a bright smile then he turned around and headed back to the building. 
Normally you cringed when anyone called you ma'am as you felt you were too young for that assumption but in this case, when the Lieutenant called you ma'am, you felt fluttery in your stomach.
You smiled at your feet and carried on to the park, not before sneaking a quick look back over your shoulder only for you to make direct eye contact with the Lieutenant who smiled back at you.
The next few afternoons, you walked by and the two men you had previously met, waved to you and you gave a light wave with Ranger giving a quick woof as well making the men chuckle. You proceeded to the park as you usually did, playing with Ranger and tiring him out. You headed back and noticed the dark-haired Lieutenant was at the end of their driveway holding a broom and leaning on it as you walked up to him.
"Hi". He bent down to scratch Ranger behind his ears. 
"Hello" you smiled. 
"Good walk?" he asked looking at you but still scratching Ranger who was happily leaning against his legs enjoying the attention. 
"Yeah". Ranger got up and was standing in front of you. 
"I'm Bucky" the handsome firefighter held out his hand to you which you took in yours. 
"Y/n" you smiled and let go of his large yet soft hand. 
"This is Ranger". You smiled down at your dog. 
"Hello Ranger, it's nice to formally meet you" Bucky said as Ranger let out a woof. 
He chuckled. "Smart dog".
"The best". You patted Rangers' head. He was loving the attention.
"Well, we should go. C'mon Ranger".
"See you later". Bucky waved to you. 
You gave a small wave as you headed back to your house.
The following day, you and Ranger were a little later than your usual walk time so you were hoping you would see Bucky on your route. You noticed the firetruck was gone so they must be out on a call.
You played with Ranger at the park a little longer than normal before you headed back home. You walked past the station and noticed the group of firemen were back and were unloading their truck. They looked a little defeated and tired, but you saw the captain wave to you, and you smiled back.
Bucky appeared from the other side of the truck and walked over to you and Ranger. 
"Hey buddy". Bucky smiled at you while he was petting Ranger. 
Some of the other firefighters walked over to you and they were doting all over Ranger, clearly needing a distraction from their last call. You noticed another handsome fireman with S. Wilson on his shirt shove his way through the crowd and introduce himself to you, causing Bucky to lightly scowl at him. 
"Hi Sam, nice to meet you".
"Pleasure" he smirked at you and nudged Bucky with his shoulder. 
You watched the men pet Ranger and give him attention when the captain called them inside. 
"Better get back. It was nice seeing you and Ranger". Bucky smiled and walked away.
"See you". You walked Ranger back home.
Over the course of the month, the firemen would stop you and chat lightly, even bringing some treats for Ranger who was loving all the attention on him. Bucky would hang back and talk to you a little longer than the others, but you never minded. If anyone was going to stop and talk to you, it may as well be a handsome firefighter you thought to yourself. Bucky could stand there and read the entire dictionary to you line by line and you would not have minded one bit.
Ranger must have picked up on your feelings towards Bucky as the next day, Bucky spotted you and immediately walked towards you. 
"Afternoon y/n". Bucky smiled, making his eyes light up. 
"Hi Bucky". You lightly blushed. 
Ranger was standing to your right when he decided to walk around Bucky, tying his legs up with his leash and making him move close to you. 
"Ranger!" You were maneuvering his leash in-between your hands, unwrapping it from Bucky's strong legs. 
"So sorry" as Bucky was standing right in front of you, close enough to feel his warm chest and take in his earthy scent. He wrapped his hands around your waist to steady you.
"Get a room!" you heard Sam yell from the garage making the both of you jump back and you gather Ranger's leash closer to you.
You laughed and started walking towards the park. 
"Well, see you".
"Wait!" you heard Bucky yell from behind you. 
"Yes?"
'Well, I was wondering...I get off from my shift at 6:00. Would you like to grab something to eat with me?" he asked. 
The way he was standing and the look on his face really brought out his boyish looks. 
"Sure, I'd like that".
You smiled. 
"Ok, it's a date" Bucky smiled and handed you his phone so you could put your number in it. 
"Sounds good". You added your contact info to it. 
"See you in a bit". You started walking. 
"See you". Bucky jogged back to the station. 
He watched you walk away from the station and couldn't wipe the smile off his face.
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musingsofahufflepuff · 2 months
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Puppy Eyes
animagus!Mattheo Riddle x gn!reader; fluff
summary: your boyfriend suckered you into becoming an animagus with him, and knowing him it was probably to cause mischief. but surrounded by the night breeze and the stars in his eyes, you know you’d follow him on any adventure.
a/n: 2 published in 2 days? maybe i am magic. i’m kinda obsessed with the idea of animagi and i cannot for the life of me find one where mattheo is one too. so i wrote one. i’m definitely down to write a part 2 or one for theo, just let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in ♡
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You were ready to get this damn leaf out of your mouth. A mandrake leaf specifically, which you were planning to use in your pursuit of becoming an animagus. It had been sitting in your mouth for almost an entire month and it wasn’t getting any better. You looked up at your boyfriend, who was in the same predicament, with a scowl.
It had been his idea to start the process of becoming animagi and with those big brown eyes, who were you to say no? So here you were at breakfast trying not to swallow it and heaven forbid having to start over.
“I can’t believe you guys are really going through with it,” Pansy looks between the two of you.
“Riddle just wants to commit crimes and get away with it,” Draco smirks, “impressive he roped (y/n) into it with him though.”
Mattheo rolls his eyes before focusing his attention back on you. The smile he gives you makes your irritability fade away.
♡ ♡ ♡
Before you knew it the month was up and all there was left to do was wait for a lightening storm. Which just so happened to be tonight. Mattheo had kept the phials of potion in the shrieking shack after you had finished putting them together. That’s where you were heading now.
He was sitting cross legged on the floor when you made it inside. His eyes lit up once he saw you, a small smile finding its way onto his lips. “I was a little worried you were going to back out.”
“I thought about it,” you tease and you settle down next to him. “You sure about this?”
“Completely.” He gives a squeeze to your hand before placing the crystal phial in your grasp, the liquid inside now a blood red.
You get out your wand and say the incantation one last time and pause to watch Mattheo take the potion like he was taking a shot of fire whiskey.
With a deep inhale, you follow Mattheo’s lead and tip the potion into your mouth.
The sensation is… odd. Like your bones were all shifting at once. There’s a searing pain everywhere and that double heartbeat you had experienced while performing the incantation over the past week. Moments pass before you open your eyes.
Your perspective of the room has changed drastically, everything towering above you. Right in front of you stands a striking dark wolf, at least double your height. And those chocolate brown eyes are unmistakable.
You aren’t surprised that Mattheo turned out to be a canine. You also aren’t surprised how ethereal he looks. If anything, you were surprised he wasn’t a golden retriever, with his eager to please personality (at least for you) and puppy dog eyes.
You notice his tail wagging wildly behind him which leads you to look behind you and see a fluffy, mocha-colored tail doing similar. While you were mesmerized by your new appendage, Mattheo padded his way over to you and dropped into a laying position to not intimidate you.
Pulling your attention to your boyfriend you see he still has the scar on the bridge of his nose, only now it rests in the middle of his snout. Instinctively, you push your head into his fluffy neck, letting out a sigh when he rests his chin on you. He still smells the same as he normally does, cigarettes and his cologne filling your lungs.
You find yourself migrating between his paws, curling into the soft fur of his chest.
You lay together for a while, the storm still raging on outside the shack. As it sounds like it’s letting up, Mattheo rises on all fours and nods for you to follow him.
The grass is damp beneath your paws and the night sky is now clear above you. It takes a few moments to get used to moving on four legs instead of two, but Mattheo looks to be a natural. Your heart warms watching him run through the grass, apparently having the time of his life.
Finally feeling confident on your legs, you take off in his direction. Seeing you sprinting towards him has his tail moving a million kilos an hour. With a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, he turns and leads you toward the forest. In any other circumstance you’d be a little nervous running off into the forbidden forest, but something about your new form takes the anxiety off your chest.
The forest at night was something otherworldly. Moonlight filtered through the trees, illuminating Mattheo’s fur. You pushed your legs faster to catch up to his longer stride. Finally getting side by side, you take a look at him and the look on his face simultaneously fills your heart with glee and sorrow.
He looks free. More free than you had seen him in your half a decade of knowing him. You desperately want to see him like this all the time.
You don’t immediately realize you’ve stopped running, lost in the happiness radiating off him. Blinking a couple times, you look around at your surroundings. You’re standing at the edge of a small lake, the moonlight sitting peacefully on the surface. To your left is, to your surprise, a unicorn resting in what appears to be its den of sorts.
Wonder in your eyes, you look up to find Mattheo already looking down at you. As you gaze into those brown eyes you adore, you can see the entire universe looking back at you.
♡ ♡ ♡
The next morning finds you in Mattheo’s bed, his limbs tangled in yours. He’s still sleeping and you can’t help but think how gentle he looks like this. You press a kiss to his nose. As his grip tightens around you, you hear him mumble in his sleep laced voice, “I love you, my little fox.”
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