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reobsessed · 6 months

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Guiding My Heart

Pairing: Tav X Astarion, Reader X Astarion. Gender neutral. Content/Content Warning: Panic attacks, anxiety, fluff, hurt, comfort, kissing, 2200 words. Summary: You'd finally made it to Baldur's Gate, unfortunately the city overwhelmed you in ways you hadn't considered possible. Astarion finds you panic stricken, hiding beneath a bridge. He does his best to comfort you and guide you through the sunset streets back to camp. Author's Note: Hi guys thank you so much for the love on my last fic! Wanted to do a comfort anxiety fic, so please bear in mind panic attacks are depicted in here. Thank you again to Suri for the wonderful reads and edits!

The chance to regain your bearings never came, as you were flushed down the street by a torrent of people. You watched with garbled breaths as your companions navigated them easily, all while you were pushed back further.

Heart pumping, nerve tingling desperation took hold of you; the kind you’d only ever felt during the heat of battle. It was fight or flight, as you ducked into a bricked out dead end.

Were you dying? Your chest pounded and ached as though you were dying. Upon examining yourself, there was scarcely a wound to be seen. Checking yourself over for injuries only heightened your fear. What if it was poison?

The numbing weakness in your legs grew, you clutched the wall for support.

“Darling, darling? Whatever is the matter?” The sweet words of your lover filled the hollow of the underpass.

You could only respond in the form of irregular gasps. Fingers, slender and cold, held steadfast to your waist. You gave up control and allowed them to lower you onto a nearby crate. He crouched down beside you and pried your balled up fist away from your heart, replacing your hand with his own.

“Did something frighten you, my dear?” His forehead crinkled with concern, before being undercut by an attempt at humour. “I’ve only ever heard it beat that fast for me, but I suspect this time I’m not the cause.” He shot you a reassuring smile, belied by a tremble in his voice.

“Started panicking. Don’t know why,” you choked.

He looked at you sympathetically, before rising to his feet. “Won’t be a moment my dear, stay here.” And with that he ran off, back the way you came. You could hear murmurings outside. Those of your partner’s hurried reassurance and that of your companions, voices raised with concern and inquisition.

The voices began to die down, as did the palpitations in your heart. Astarion rounded the corner back towards you, but slowed his approach upon seeing your distress. He moved gracefully and feline, as if you were prey not to be disturbed.

You looked behind him worriedly, but were relieved when none of your other companions followed behind. They didn’t need to see you like this. You didn’t want them to see you like this. Ideally you didn’t want anybody here, but if it were to be anyone you were glad it was him.

“Now then.” He crouched down beside you, dabbing your forehead with a frilled cloth. Cooling relief washed over you as he held the palm of his hand against your temple.

“Feels good,” you sighed, leaning into his touch.

“Ah yes, I thought that might help. You’re terribly warm.”

His gentle touch and the soothing cadence of his voice were enough to calm you, but the unpleasant tingle of your limbs persisted, as did your erratic breathing.

“Sorry for all of this, Astarion.”

“For what?” he mumbled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me. You only just got back, you finally get to see it in daylight and I’m ruining it.”

“Don’t be silly! We’re hardly leaving tomorrow. I’ll have plenty of time to wander the sunlit streets.”

Despite his reassurance, your eyes began to well. Something about the rise in his tone unsettled you and like a toddler crying over their parent’s temper, you began to sob.

“Shit,” he muttered, looking around desperately; his face an entanglement of hurt and bewilderment. “I didn’t mean to upset you, my darling.” His hands clamped over yours, desperate to provide you with any sort of comfort. “Did I do something wrong?”

You tried to speak, but all that came out were incoherent whimpers. He looked at you with panic stricken eyes, hands still holding firmly onto yours.

This wasn’t fair, he didn't know how to deal with this sort of thing. You were supposed to support him, you-

“My love.” He looked at you sincerely, a slight smile gracing his lips; one of those rare, genuine smiles, few ever got to see. “Let’s stay here a little while longer.” He planted a tender kiss on the corner of your mouth and held you close.

Tears of a new source began to flow and there was no holding them back. His fingers curled around yours; you were drowning and they were your anchor. You tried to wipe away your tears, but he wouldn’t let you.

“Gods, darling, no. Think of all that dirt and those… fluids- from your enemies I mean, not yours.” He pulled another handkerchief from his pocket (did this man just have an endless supply?) and gently, he dabbed at your eyes and cheeks.

“Thank you,” you sniffled.

“There we are.” He looked you up and down, appreciating his work. “All cleaned up! Shame about your makeup, but nothing we can’t fix.”

Red soreness blazed across your cheeks and seared your eyes with swollen intensity. A quick glance into a nearby puddle revealed the inky smear that enveloped your eyes. Gods, what a sight you were and yet he looked at you with such affection.

You lamented his hands detaching from yours, until they returned to your thigh, stroking soothing circles up and down your leg. Lodged deep within the pulsating heart of the city, you'd finally found your pocket of serenity. Unfortunately your respite was short lived as adolescent bellows converged on your hiding spot.

Astarion’s ears twitched in their direction and his face warped from one of contentment to bitter irritation.

“Oi, oi hanging out under a bridge.”

“Like a couple of lovesick trolls.”

You rolled your eyes at their childish remarks. Astarion, however, lacked the patience needed when dealing with youths. He shot them a glare so piercing, it silenced them in an instant. He was a stray cat, territorial and fierce. A non-existent hiss threatened them from the shadows and like a pair of puppies, they whimpered and scurried out of view.

“Was that really necessary?” you laughed hoarsely.

“What? You can’t honestly expect me to sit here listening to children babbling on.”

You stifled your laughter. “You’re such an old man. You used to be like that too, you know?”

“I’ll have you know, I was never the sort.”

“I sometimes wonder about that myself,” he laughed bitterly, changing the subject. “Are you feeling better now, love?”

“Hmm, I wonder what kind of child you were.”

You closed your eyes and nodded. “We need to get back to the others.” You rose to your feet and Astarion joined you, a supportive hand on your lower back.

“Very well then, I’ll lead the way.” His fingers locked with yours as he led you back into the sunlight. He lit up literally and figuratively, his skin beaming like a pearl in the warm light and his mouth curling into a soft smile. He was truly in his element. “Which route would you prefer? We have the scenic back alleys of Baldur’s Gate and the even more picturesque sewers down below.”

“We can go the normal way. I don’t think I’ll subject you to the sewers just yet.” You smirked knowingly. Your adventure would lead you down into the sewers eventually, why wouldn’t it?

With a guiding hand he led you away from the dark alleyways and into the teeming streets. You did your best to suppress your rising panic. You focused on the prevailing scraps of nature: trickling water, rustling leaves and the painless cry of birds up above. Astarion, on the other hand, had been suspiciously quiet. You noticed how his eyes lit up with delight, as he stared across the street.

“What’s over there?” you asked.

“Huh? Oh, you mean that.” He pulled you in closer; one hand wrapped around your waist, the other still clasped in yours. He pointed across the street. “I’ve always wanted to visit the florist’s over there. The flowers have the most delightful fragrances.”

“How come you’ve never- ah.” You trailed off sadly, already knowing the answer.

“They always close before sundown. It’s rather unfortunate Cazador never let me bring anything home other than victims. A bouquet of flowers could have done wonders for that tacky little entranceway.”

“Well, we could always go together.”

“As much as I’d love to tour the city with you, you’ve had a long day. Let’s get you back to camp first, hm?”

“Okay, we’ll come back some other time.” You said, making a mental note of the store’s exact location.

The sun began to retreat, lost to the shadows of the upper city. There was no quieting of the streets, as the fading light gave way to an influx of people; those departing their homes and businesses, ready for whatever nightly activities they had planned. Astarion held you near to him, skillfully threading you past any who came too close.

While you had no intention of stopping, a prominent display of cakes and pastries caught your eye. You ground to a halt, dragging Astarion with you. Unnatural hues of reds, pinks, greens and blues peered at you from behind the glass, like rows of infernal eyes. Their construction was intricate and put the very store they were displayed in to shame.

“Quite darling aren’t they?” he said, standing beside you.

“They’re pretty. I don’t think I’ve ever tasted something so beautiful.”

“Speak for yourself,” he replied fondly, looking through the glass; his reflection non-existent, as he looked between you and the cakes. “A sweet treat for my sweet treat.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Yeah, we should really be getting back.”

The sun had almost fully set, your surroundings becoming a drab greyscale of abandonment. As you got further and further away the sounds of the city began to fade, muffled behind crumbling properties and streaming waters. It was peaceful, walking together in comfortable silence, firmly attached to one another.

“I could get used to this, you know? Strolling through derelict back alleys with you by my side,” Astarion mused.

“I’d like that. Wouldn’t mind a change of scenery though, a bit more greenery perhaps.”

Astarion coughed nervously, turning to face you. “I was wondering if maybe you wanted to talk about what happened earlier?”

“I don’t- I don’t really know what there is to say,” you stammered in response.

“It’s alright, we’ll work through it together. We always do.” He flashed you a resolute smile.

“You don’t think it’s a little pathetic freaking out over nothing?”

“The city can be quite overwhelming, I suppose. Not that I would know, I’ve lived here for hundreds of years.” Just like him to humble brag. “I’ve done my fair share of ‘freaking out’ on our little adventure, far be it for me to judge you.”

You wrapped your arms around him, hiding your face in the fabric of his armour. “Yeah, I guess I’m just not used to it. Sorry, again.”

“Oh stop it.” He returned the gesture and held you in his arms. You stood together silent in the moonlight, rocking against one another, all while steely waters lapped against the canal wall.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been anywhere so… populated. I feel trapped, like a rat almost.”

He gave you a once over. “Well you certainly don’t look rodent like. The taste is significantly better, I might add.”

“I wish I was a rat, then I could just run and hide in a nice wall.”

He hummed in contemplation. “I know it might be odd for me to be the one saying this, but perhaps running away isn’t the best option? We’ve faced all our problems head on so far, surely this is no different?”

You buried your face back into his chest, your agreement coming out as a muffled groan. “But what if it happens again? What if it happens while we’re doing something important?”

He rested his chin atop your head, arms still encircling your waist. “I’ll be with you, so you don’t need to worry.” He pulled back to look you in the eyes. “Just don’t stray too far from me, okay?” His tone was steady and confident, but there was a desperate and needy look in his eyes. A far worse person could take advantage of such adoration. You couldn’t let that happen, you’d never let anyone use him ever again.

You cupped his face in your hands, doing your best to look as sincere as possible within the eyes that reflected you. “I’m not going anywhere. Especially not while Cazador’s still alive.”

Satisfied with this answer, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was firm and tender, a silent act to seal the promise between you both.

“Right, we should get back before one of them burns the entire camp down,” you said looking off into the distance concernedly.

“Always a possibility when you’re not around.”

The hearty chatter and crackling fire were a welcoming sight, as you approached camp. None of the others had noticed the two of you yet and you were determined to have one last moment alone with your lover. Feeling at ease, you asked him one final question.

“Astarion?”

“Yes, my sweet?”

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?” You grinned sheepishly, lips brushing against his.

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bonny-kookoo · 8 months

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Jungkook x Reader/ Yoongi x Jimin

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 [Strawberries]

Yoongi and Jimin are each proud owners of hybrids, and these days, slowly falling in love with one another. And everything could be so perfect- if it wasn't for you absolutely resenting Jungkook- for no reason?

Tags/Warnings: Human!Yoongi, Human!Jimin, Rottweiler hybrid!Jungkook, Cat hybrid!Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, mentions of past traume, some Yoonmin here and there oops, Main story focus are MC and Kook though

Length: 3.5k words

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Jungkook and Yoongi have been living together for years by now.

The older producer had taken the young dog hybrid in back when the system was a lot more complicated than it is now- requiring a hybrid to actually have an owner as a legal guardian in order to work anywhere, no matter in what field. And after getting to know the back then rather unsure dog hybrid, Yoongi had simply found it unfair that he couldn't proceed any sort of proper education for the kinds of jobs he was dreaming of. So he'd filled in the spot of a legal owner for Jungkook- giving the Rottweiler hybrid the chance to take those chances and make something out of himself.

And nowadays, he's happy- still staying in Yoongi's care, even though he technically doesn't have to with his own job. But he likes Yoongi a lot, sees him as a brother rather than just a friend who helped him, and Yoongi feels the same way. Living with him is comfortable, it's home- it's how he wants things to stay, maybe even forever.

But.. things have been changing, recently.

A couple of weeks ago, the sign stating that the house next to the human-hybrid home of the two was for sale got taken down, signaling that it was finally in the hands of someone new. This caught both their interests, as they watched over the next few days how furniture got delivered, old fences taken down and exchanged for newer one's, and how the overgrown garden in the backyard got finally mowed and put back into a more proper shape- though at the moment, still bland. And then, they moved in. The new neighbors finally showed up, and introduced themselves. Or rather.. one of them did the introducing, while the other simply glared from a distance.

Park Jimin is the name of the friendlier one, a dance teacher very well known in his profession, or so Yoongi had found out by googling his name that same day. The man with the soft facial features owns a hybrid- and from what Jungkook has seen, you're a feline hybrid, a cat with the softest tail he's ever seen. You're always wearing the prettiest, most princess-like clothing, bows and frills and delicate lace decorating all the sleeves and hems of your dresses and skirts. You're pretty, adorable really-

but you're not very friendly, at all, to put it mildly.

When Yoongi had visited Jimin together with Jungkook for a simple dinner (Jungkook has noticed right away that there's something going on between his owner and Jimin), and you had locked yourself into the bedroom the entire night, refusing to come out despite Jimin's constant tries to coax you out. It had made the young man a little uncomfortable, having constantly apologized for your behavior, despite Yoongi's words of comfort and that it didn't bother him.

Jungkook had felt a bit odd, that night. Maybe you were just a little scared? He knows from his job after all that some cat hybrids have a natural fear for dog hybrids that they can't control. Maybe you were one of those?

It took weeks for you to finally sit at the same dinnertable as Yoongi and Jungkook- tonight finally attending, though you glare at Jungkook across the table whenever Jimin isn't paying attention to you. And something both Jungkook and Yoongi notice is just the way the human cares for you.

You're absolutely spoiled rotten.

From getting endless treats and snacks before dinner was even on the table, to the glimpse Jungkook got into your room while passing by towards the bathroom. It's full of plush animals, white and pink furniture, a canopy bed with frills and lace and endless pillows and blankets. It's clear to both Jungkook and Yoongi that your behavior might not just be your own fault- but could also be the result of Jimin's clearly spoiling behavior.

You don't just look like a princess- you're clearly used to being treated like royalty as well.

And Yoongi just watches for tonight, not saying anything because he's simply not in any position to do so. After all, Jimin and him are really just getting to know each other at the moment- and while yes, there are some emotions growing between the two, it's not yet to the point where he'd say that he wants to jump into a relationship yet. And neither does Jimin.

And maybe that's gonna have to stay this way for a while longer- because if you and Jungkook won't get along, there's simply no way that Yoongi could ever be truly happy with Jimin.

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Jungkook is currently busy picking the strawberries from the bushes in his garden when he feels eyes on him, like lasers on the back of his head. One look over his shoulder confirms his suspicion- you're currently peeking over the fence of your own backyard, thinking he cannot see you. Your gardens are so close together that only a small fence really splits them apart, so he has to swallow down a laugh since you're not really being very slick with your blatant staring.

He stands up now, tail wagging in a relaxed, friendly manner, and at that you flop down from your tip-toe position, ears slowly moving backwards in a more defensive manner. "Do you want to try one?" He asks you, and you seem to take a breath to say something, before your eyes spot the ripe, red berry in the rottweiler hybrid's hand. It does look good- probably sweet, and fruity, and delicious- but your eyes keep snapping back to his face.

Maybe you really are scared of him? He feels his heart fall a bit. He really doesn't want to scare you.

"I'm not gonna do anything, promise." He tells you, slowly walking closer with the small basket in his hand. You're taking a step back, but you're also only doing that once- staying at the fence, just making a bit more space, it seems like. "Here- you can have those, and share them with Jimin?" He proposes, and your lips move into a slight pout as you clearly start to contemplate.

You're so cute- even more so up close. Jungkook hopes that you're someone who needs a bit more time to warm up- that you just have to get used to him, maybe.

"Jiminie!" You call over your shoulder, and moments later, the man in question looks out of the back door, greeting Jungkook with a wave and a smile. "Can I have the strawberries?" You ask, and Jimin nods, walking closer now.

"Sure. Are you sure it's okay for us to have them?" He says, a hand on your head making you instinctively purr- and simultaneously Jungkook blush a little, as he realizes his slight feelings of jealousy at seeing you so at ease with the older human.

"We have more to pick, don't worry! But you can have them! They're really sweet." Jungkook says, noticing from the corner of his eye how Yoongi seems to observe the interaction from behind the window.

"Alright then, Thank you." Jimin smiles brightly, before he looks at you expectantly- but you just take the basket without any words, observing the large berries in the basket. Jimin sighs- before he speaks again. "Oh- Yoongi, hi!" He beams, and at that you look up and at the man being greeted, who looks at you with a gaze that shows an entirely different form of expectation.

It looks more demanding than expecting, and you feel yourself shrink in on yourself a bit, ears tilting backwards.

"Jungkook cares for the plants pretty well. He puts a lot of effort into them." Yoongi says, not taking his eyes off of you- as if he's pressuring you with the info of his dog hybrid's hard work. You know exactly what he wants- but he's not your owner. He's got no control over you. So you simply stay stubborn, glaring at him- making Jungkook watch a bit uncomfortably.

"Ah- it's really fine. I get lazy with them sometimes, it's more like a hobby than anything serious." He tries to lift the mood a little, and Jimin nods, before he looks at you now as well-

"…thanks." You huff under your breath, before you quickly turn around with a red face. "Jiminie can you help me wash them?" You instantly ask, jumping a little as you make your request, and Jimin sighs a little, nodding.

"I'll be right with you." He promises, watching you run inside the home, successfully escaping the situation. "I'm sorry about that.." He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck.

"She can't wash them herself?" Yoongi asks, facial expression a lot softer now.

"I mean she can- I just tend to do those things for her." Jimin says, while Jungkook walks off to pick the rest of the berries, Jimin looking after him for a moment. "She- ah, she comes from a pretty bad background, I'm just trying to give her what she deserves, you know?" Jimin quietly explains.

"I had a hunch." Yoongi nods, crossing his arms. "But don't you think you're spoiling her quite a bit?" He asks, and the younger man nods.

"I'm aware. But it's hard not to." He laughs. "I've gotten used to it. I don't really know how she'd react to change." He offers, and Yoongi shrugs.

"Well, things are about to change if you want us to get anywhere at any point." Yoongi says. "You know this won't work if she keeps her behavior up." He says, though his voice is gentle.

"I know. But it's hard." Jimin whines almost, looking over his shoulder for a second.

"Well, let me ask you this." Yoongi says. "Do you want this?" He gestures between himself and Jimin, and Jimin nods almost instantly. "Then let me help you."

"How?" He asks, unsure.

"Listen, Jungkook might seem like an angel, but he'd act the same if not worse than her if I was to treat him the same as you do her." The older man laughs. "I can help you with her. I won't take over as an owner, absolutely not- that's your role after all, and it's gonna stay that way." He explains to Jimin.

"Yoongi.." Jimin sighs, crossing his arms now as well, while he thinks for a moment. "Okay." He nods after a while. "I want this to work out- and I know, really, that I need to change how I'm doing things right now." He agrees.

"Alright." The older man smiles. "Then let's make it work. Hopefully she'll get over her hatred towards Jungkookie too." He jokes, though Jimin sighs a bit sadly.

"She really doesn't hate him, you know?" He offers. "She's just- you know, back at her first home, and in the shelter, she was bullied quite a lot. And the.. things that happened to her made her awfully defensive towards everything and everyone around her- and she just tends to lash out whenever she feels scared, or you know, upset. She used to yell a lot of mean things at me too, when she was younger and I had just brought her home with me." He explains, and Yoongi nods, now a lot more sympathetic.

"I see. It makes sense then that you've become so soft with her." He offers in understanding. "But Jimin, she's not the same girl you brought home all those years ago."

"I know." Jimin nods. "But it's hard to forget that." He admits, when suddenly, you squeak out, running out the door. "What happened princess?" He worries, as you look at him with wide open eyes, pupils tiny slits.

"There was a bug in the berries!" you yell, and at that, everyone laughs-

Jimin letting go of a big sigh, before he says goodbye to Yoongi to help you fight the evil insect.

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As part of Yoongis plan to make you grow more comfortable with both him and Jungkook, you've all decided to go on a vacation together. A camping trip- something everyone found a great idea, Jungkook all excited since he loves camping- though you had been way more reluctant, considering your fear of bugs and fire, and your distaste for long car rides and anything dirty.

But this time, Jimin had apparently put his foot down- because he'd informed Yoongi not even a day later that it was a great idea, and that him and you would definitely come along. What Jungkook however didn't knew until right now, is that he's gonna share a room with you-

alone.

"But she hates me!" Jungkook complaints, as he stands in the cabin Yoongi is currently unloading the groceries in. "There's no way she'll sleep in the same room as me." He huffs, and Yoongi sighs.

"Well, she has to learn. I already talked to Jimin about it-" He says, putting everything into a box that doesn't have to be stored in the fridge. "-and he agrees that he's spoiled her quite a bit until now. She needs to learn to be a bit more independent." He explains calmly, though he's internally very well aware of your distaste for his dog hybrid. He knows exactly why- but he also respects Jimin's decision to not tell Jungkook anything about your past trauma, claiming that that's something you need to tell, no one else.

And Yoongi agrees with that- but he also feels for Jungkook, who's been really trying to make you warm up to him. He already struggles to find friends due to his intimidating hybrid side and sometimes rather chaotic personality. Seeing you so defensive against him does clearly hurt, no matter ho much Jungkook tries to play it off.

But for once, Yoongi also wants to be a little selfish. He wants to spend time with Jimin, alone time away from you both, just to properly figure out where he truly wants this to go from here on out. It's why he's organized this trip in the first place. To find out if this could truly work out.

And he fears, deep down, that it won't. Because if you and Jungkook don't get along, there's no way Yoongi can ever be happy with Jimin.

A few hours away from the Cabin Yoongi and Jungkook are already setting up, you're pouting next to Jimin in the car, slumped down and with your arms crossed. "Making that face won't make me turn around, princess." Jimin says, voice light- but inside, he's torn. This is going to be tough for you, considering that you're gonna have to stay with Jungkook during the night- and the poor dog hybrid has no idea that you don't actually hate him. You don't hate at all, in fact.

Your defense mechanism when confronted with something you fear however, is to lash out. And that is most of the time taken out of context, making you appear rude and arrogant, when in reality you're just trying not to seem weak or vulnerable.

Because in the past, that would immediately make you the perfect target. Pushed aside and scolded for everything that wasn't ever your fault in your first home, used as a punching bag for other hybrids in the shelter later on, you had to somehow make up a tough façade so you wouldn't end up in those positions ever again. You learned to keep yourself safe by being the one who bites first- and it took Jimin years to truly gain your full trust.

He fears that that's all you can do though. That he's going to forever stay the only person of comfort for you.

And that's an issue. While he himself had been a bit defensive about his treatment of you with Yoongi, he knows that the older man is right. Jimin has been wrapping you in layers of bubble wrap, has spoiled you and nursed your bad habits into what they are today simply because he always saw the scared, shaking hybrid back at the shelter.

But that's not you anymore. You technically have no reason to be scared of anything anymore- but Jimin understands now, after talking numerous times about it with Yoongi, that he's partially at fault for your lack of social skills.

Jungkook had come from a good household- had been raised well, so Yoongi had never really experienced anything like Jimin did with you, but nonetheless, his advice still counts, and is still valid.

You need to learn at some point. You have to realize that there's nothing to fear anymore- and that Jungkook isn't an enemy ready to eat you alive in your sleep.

"Come on, stop pouting now, hm?" He tries, running a hand over your head once at a red light. You just look out the window. "Is Jungkookie that scary?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"He's dumb." You deny, putting your legs up and onto the seat.

"Hey.!" He scolds gently. "Jungkook isn't dumb. He's trying hard, okay? You could be at least civil with him, sugar." He tells you, and you sigh at that, leaning against the door.

"I don't want to." You say defensively, tail angrily flopping around. "You just say that because you wanna be with Yoongi." You huff.

"Partially, I admit that." Jimin nods. "But I also agree with him that you need to be nicer. Jungkookie is really trying to be friends with you, you know?" He sighs.

"I don't care.." You mumble to yourself, angrily looking out the window. You know that Jungkook isn't a threat- but he's still scary to you. He's tall, and a lot of muscle, and he's loud, and energetic, and just.. scary. Intimidating. Potentially dangerous. And that potential alone is enough to make you feel threatened.

Jungkook and Yoongi are currently ruining your perfect life you had with Jimin. So you've got enough reason to be absolutely pissed.

And so you refuse to exit the car in front of the cabin- rather taking a nap inside, until Jimin breaks through Yoongi's advice to just 'let you have your tantrum', unable to right away just let you be. It's unsurprising to the older human- so he doesn't really take it personally, letting him go out and talk to you so you finally come inside.

"Maybe she should sleep with Jimin tonight." Jungkook says, having rather reluctantly brought your luggage into your shared room with him.

"No, she's staying with you tonight, and that's final." Yoongi shakes his head, coincidentally saying exactly that when Jimin walks inside the cabin with you holding his hand. It earns him an angry glare from you, before you let go of Jimin to instead dash past Yoongi and Jungkook and into the room, door slamming shut. Jimin sighs.

"I'm really sorry about her." He shakes his head, sitting down and running a hand over his face. "Ah, this is so uncomfortable!" He laughs a bit, trying to lift the mood, as Yoongi sits down next to him, running a hand over his back.

"It's fine." He simply says, before he nods towards Jungkook, who reluctantly walks away after saying goodnight, opening the door to the dark room.

He gets ready for bed, but he notices that when he returns to the room after brushing his teeth and washing his face, you're still under the blanket in your day clothes, not having moved at all. Assuming that you're in one of your tantrums again, he quietly turns off the lights, and gets into his own bed across from yours, closing his eyes-

when he hears it.

Quiet sniffles, scent of distress coming from you filling the room. It makes him sit up again, eyes having adapted to the dark by now, a little light bleeding in from under the door as well. "You okay.?" He carefully and quietly asks, but you don't answer, instead simply curling up a little tighter. "You.. your bag is next to your bed-"

"Leave me alone!" You hiss, sitting up now and glaring at him with glossy eyes and a runny nose, tail angrily slapping around behind you. "This is your fault! Yours and Yoongis!" You snarl at him, and he's taken aback.

"What did I do?" He asks, unsure, and you scoff.

"You're taking Jimin away from me!" You say, new wave of fresh tears rolling down your cheeks. "He's gonna see how fucking perfect and nice you are instead of me, and then he's gonna bring me back to the shelter so he can be all happily-ever-after with you and Yoongi! Hope you'll be happy then.!" You growl, before you turn around and throw yourself down again, pulling the blanket over you before you quietly continue to cry.

Only now does Jungkook realize that Yoongi was right- you don't hate him. And you're not scared of him either-

you're scared of being left alone.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #yoongi imagine #jeon jungkook imagine #yoongi fanfic #jimin imagine #jimin x reader

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corroded-hellfire · 10 months

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A First Second Date - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Feeling bummed about your dating life, you have a middle of the night run in with the cute guy who lives in the apartment across from yours.

Note: Me? Projecting? Never. Also, yes, Butterbean is a real cat who hangs around mine.

Words: 2.1k

The apartment still has the warm pleasant smell from your earlier baking as you walk out of your room, shrugging on an oversized navy hoodie. A little baggie awaits you on the counter and you snatch it up and shove it into your hoodie pocket. The heavenly smelling sugar cookies you’d made look too tempting as you pass them by, forcing you to grab one. Then halt in your tracks, turn around and grab a second one, before continuing your way towards the front door.

It’s just before two in the morning and it’s quite possibly your favorite time of day. No one asking you to do anything, no one expecting anything of you, time to just be. The whole apartment building seems to have fallen silent—another perk to this time of night. The sound of your feet padding down the thinly carpeted hallway is all that’s heard.

Coolness kisses your skin as you push outside, making sure not to let the heavy door slam behind you, lest it disturb the peace. Only a few wispy clouds decorate the sky above, most of the frills consisting of the glistening stars and beaming moon.

Dry grass crunches underfoot as you step across the lawn of your apartment building. There’s a small stone wall up near the sidewalk, with a large oak tree conveniently plotted right behind it to give you something to lean back on when you’re lounging on the parapet. Taking up your usual post as the late night watch woman, you take a generous bite into one of the soft cookies in your hand. The vanilla and buttery notes have you letting out a content sigh as you tuck your legs up underneath you and lay your back against the mighty oak.

As if your sigh was the cue he was waiting for, your loyal nighttime companion hops up on the wall next to you. The pale ginger cat greets you with an insistent meow before he begins to rub up against your arms, the calming purr radiating throughout his body.

“Hey, Butterbean,” you say as you reach up to scratch between his ears. The volume of the purring increases as Butterbean moves his head around, letting you know exactly where he wants the scratchies. While he’s in his ecstasy, you finish off the first sugar cookie. As if the sight of your treat reminds him, he looks up at you eagerly, ears high on his tiny head, and his large eyes wide.

“Yes?” you ask.

He lets out another meow and brings his paw up to scratch against the chest of your hoodie.

“Oh, is that what you want?” you tease the feline. “Of course I’ve got something for you.”

Butterbean’s excitement grows as he watches you take the plastic baggie out of your pocket and sprinkle the cat treats on the stone wall next to you. Your pantry has its own little stash of cat treats ever since you befriended this neighborhood sweetheart. He’s gained weight since you’ve begun giving him the food—which he needed. You don’t know where he was before he came into your life, but you prefer to think that the little nub he has on his rear end instead of a tail is just how he was born.

“Glad you like ‘em, kid,” you tell the cat as he finishes eating. Next, he decides it’s time for him to bathe himself right there next to you on the wall.

Closing your eyes, you tilt your head back and take a deep breath. You’ve been trying to keep the thoughts at bay for a while now, but now was the time for them to resurface.

What did I do wrong? Should I have offered to pay for dinner? Could he not stop staring at this stupid zit on my chin? Did I say something stupid? Oh, I probably did. And why stop at one thing, there were most likely several stupid things I said.

Letting out a groan of frustration, you run your hands over your face. This was the fourth first date you’d been on in two months. Not a second date to be found. Why was the only one who wanted a second date the one who I wanted to literally run from? You’re about to voice this question out loud to your furry friend, but the sound of footsteps coming up the sidewalk catches your attention. No one’s ever out walking the streets this late at night. It has you on your guard, and you’re ready to sprint for the front door of the apartment if you need to—scooping up Butterbean to bring him to safety as well. But it’s just your across the hall neighbor, Eddie. The one you’ve had a massive crush on since the day you moved in. How could you not when he offered to move the heavier things for you and then gave you that devastating smile? Life would be so much better if you could just date him. But you don’t even let your mind think about that for too long unless you're lying in bed at night with your hand between your legs. Thinking about dating Eddie, about him caring about you, was just asking for more heartbreak than you already have.

“Hey, stranger,” Eddie says as he strolls over to you. Butterbean raises his head to look at Eddie, who waves at him like it’s a common occurrence. “Hello, Ginger.”

You can’t help but let out a snort of laughter at that. “Ginger?”

“Yeah, I named the cat,” Eddie says defensively, a playful smile dancing on his lips. “So what?”

“No, no,” you say with a shake of your head, still laughing. “I named him, too. Just something a little more creative than the color of his fur.”

“How do you know he’s a boy?” Eddie presses, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Because it’s very rare for an orange cat to be a girl,” you inform him. “It has to do with the chromosomes.” Great job, you think to yourself. Give him a science lesson, that’s how to seduce a man.

“Okay, Miss Smartypants, what did you name the distinguished gentleman?” Eddie asks, with an overdramatic flourish in the cat’s direction.

“Butterbean,” you admit, bashfulness creeping in your voice.

Eddie throws back his head and lets out a crack of laughter. It’s not at you, though, you can tell.

“Oh, I love that,” Eddie says. “So much better than mine.”

A chill breeze blows across the yard, making you tuck your legs up closer to your body. A reminder of what time it is and that you should probably get inside soon. What was Eddie doing out this late? Probably coming back from a date. The thought brings a lump to your throat. If he’s coming back this late from the date, it must’ve gone well. Images of Eddie in some other woman’s bed start to invade your mind and you’re pretty sure you’re physically wincing when Eddie’s words break you out of your thoughts.

“Whatcha got there?”

“Hmm?” You look up to see Eddie gesturing to the second sugar cookie in your hand. “Oh. I made these today. Do you want it? I just had one.”

“I will never turn down free food,” Eddie tells you as he plucks the cookie from your hand. As he bites into it, you watch as the crumbs scatter over his lips and the way his tongue pokes out to collect them. It shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does. “Holy shit. That is amazing.”

“Y-Yeah?” you ask with a nervous chuckle.

“Hell yeah.” He brushes the sprinkles of sugar off of his hands and gives you a playful smirk. “You’ll make some man a happy husband someday.”

“Ha!”

You didn’t mean to let that out, but it felt like a reflex to respond to the idea of someone wanting to be with you with a bark of laughter.

Eddie furrows his eyebrows at you. “Why’s that funny?”

“Nah,” you say, shaking your head. You don’t want to get into this with him, so you try to just play it off. “S’just I don’t see it happening.”

“You don’t want to get married?”

“No, I do.” You’re speaking to your lap now, and Butterbean has curled up by your side for support. “I just don’t think I will.”

“I don’t understand,” Eddie says with a shake of his head.

“Can’t seem to get past a first date with anyone,” you say with a self-deprecating chuckle.

“Hey.” Eddie nudges your shoulder, so you look up at him. “Least you’re going on dates, sweetheart. Same can’t be said for everyone.”

The slight downturn of the corners of his mouth makes you frown.

“Wait, you don’t mean you, do you?” The very idea boggles your mind.

“Yep, little ‘ol me.” Now it’s Eddie that seems to look anywhere but at you.

“You’re not coming back from a date now?” Again, not something you meant to let out. Your filter must stop working at two in the morning.

“From a date?” Eddie meets your eyes, his eyebrows raised into his frizzy bangs. “No.” He chuckles as he shakes his head. “Covered a shift at the plant my old man works at. He wasn’t feeling great and he’s getting older, so I said I’d fill in.”

“Oh.” The knot in your stomach from picturing him with a woman starts to untie itself. “Well…you should go on dates.” With me, you don’t add.

“Why’s that?” Eddie counters.

“Because…you’re great.”

“So are you,” Eddie says, jutting his chin in your direction.

“So, we’re both great,” you say. The words hang in the air, and you wonder who will speak first. You’re not sure if he’ll pick up on the implication that you should go on a date together because, well…it was barely there. But you leave the ball in his court, the silence between the two of you only broken by Butterbean’s soft snores.

“Okay, uh,” Eddie starts. He clears his throat before continuing. “Say the next guy you go out with isn’t a total asshole. Where would you want him to take you on a second date?”

“Well, you said he’s not an asshole?” You click your tongue and shrug your shoulders. “That means he won’t want a second date. Only the assholes do.”

“Hypothetically here,” he says, throwing you a small smile.

“Second date…” You purse your lips as you ponder the question. “Where did he take me on the first date?”

Eddie squeezes one eye shut as he thinks of a proper date spot. “Lunch date at Benny’s Diner.”

“Not a bad choice,” you concede. “Second date, hmm. Might not be a step up, probably a lateral move…but Waffle House.”

This makes Eddie laugh. His ring-covered hand comes to hold his stomach and he shakes his head in amusement.

“The Waffle House?”

“Best waffles I ever had,” you tell him.

“All right,” Eddie says as he scratches the slight stubble covering his chin. “So, what would you say if I asked you to go to the Waffle House?”

The cookie you’d eaten only minutes ago suddenly feels like it sprouted wings and it’s flying uncontrollably all around your stomach. Afraid to scare him away by simply shouting YES at him, you take a moment to think of a calmer response.

“I’d say that sounds like a second date spot and we haven’t been on a first yet. But I’d make an exception for you.”

The smile that grows on Eddie’s face baffles you. You put that smile there? That stunning, orgasm-inducing smile? All by saying you want to go on a date with him? Seems impossible.

“I’m honored to be the exception.” Eddie sketches a bow that sends you into a round of giggles. The noise wakes Butterbean up, and he stretches his long paws out in front of him.

“When should I expect this Waffle House invitation?” you ask.

“Hmm. Perhaps as I escort you back inside? It’s pretty late.”

Conceding to his point, you hop off the wall, Butterbean jumping down after you. After rubbing himself up against your legs a few times, he wanders off, only to be seen again tomorrow night when you have his little baggie of treats.

Eddie opens the front door of the apartment for you, and you step inside the building that now feels too warm. The two of you walk side by side up the stairs, and after he holds the staircase door open for you, he clears his throat.

“So, would you like to go to the Waffle House sometime? Whenever you’re free?”

“I’d really like that,” you say, excitement bubbling throughout your whole body. “Are you usually up this late? Because I am and the Waffle House is open 24 hours.”

“I could go for some midnight waffles, shit yeah. Tomorrow?”

Trying to keep your beaming smile to a minimum, you nod your head.

“It’s a date.”

“The first of many, hopefully.”

Maybe all guys weren’t so bad after all.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction

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vllergy · 13 days

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relations & afflictions

random allergy fic, 2.3k, old ocs of mine jin-young is a cop (he has the kink because of who i am as a person) vesen is a big tall hot alien assassin aliens and humans are working together but it's still pretty new and things are awkward jin and vesen 100% fall in love with each other eventually that's basically all you need to know

Something’s been bothering Vesen’s nose ever since they left the warehouse. His insistence on delaying the inevitable is only driving both the offending appendage, and Jin by extension, insane.

There’s a lot Jin has yet to figure out about his alien partner. Human and Kheelen relations are touch and go as it is, and the fact that they’ve paired officers up like this for police work is a shoddy effort at best to keep the peace. There’s just still too much they don’t understand about one another for anything to go smoothly. Case in point—until today, Jin didn’t even know if the Kheelen could sneeze.

It’s not that they look all that different. Bipedal, humanoid, all the same parts and facial features—Kheelen just do everything more elegant and longer it seems like. Even now Vesen has to hunch over slightly to fit all the willowy six foot eight of himself inside Jin’s squad car, and he’s one of the shorter ones of his species. Vesen’s face is similarly angular and lean, almost feline, with deep black eyes and a nose that angles regally off the front of his profile. Jin has always thought the Kheelen look how high fashion used to think supermodels ought to look—distinctly alien, a little off putting, but still undeniably beautiful.

It helps that their skin comes in almost every shade of the rainbow. Vesen’s is a soft lilac, though you wouldn’t catch Jin admitting it. Nor should he even be thinking about how Vesen’s slightly-leaner-than-human nostrils are a little darker purple at the moment as they wriggle and flex with what looks like blatant irritation.

Thankfully, Vesen’s attitude keeps most amorous thoughts of Jin’s to a minimum. The guy’s taciturn, stoic, and doesn’t really give a shit about anyone but himself. He’s got a superiority complex too, but no one at the precinct seems to care. Everyone’s dealing with their own Kheelen partners and the messy diplomatic shitstorms they tend to kick up. It’s just unlucky Jin got the biggest fucking prick of the bunch.

He’s good at what he does though. They call him the Wraith. Jin has never seen anyone move like Vesen does, not even other Kheelen. At the very least, he’s not going to die with him as a partner.

At least, not from phaser fire. He may die from another problem entirely if the guy doesn’t stop sniffling like a leaky faucet next to him for the rest of this ride.

Jin squirms in his seat slightly and tries not to glance at Vesen out of the corner of his eye. Lean, purple forearms are braced against raised knees as the alien sits slightly crunched in the front seat. The seat is pulled all the way back but his legs are so damn long it’s impossible to make him comfortable. Jin thinks about getting the chief to requisition them some new vehicles. This is hardly fair.

Vesen’s dark silk hair is shaved down the sides of his skull and then braided across the top of his head and hung down his back, the braid extending all the way to the bottom of his spine. Self-consciously, Jin runs a hand through his own dark hair. Regulation cut. No frills. Pretty underwhelming all things considered.

His fingers come away dusty when he sets his hand back on the wheel. He frowns at his fingertips, rubbing them together slightly. The warehouse they raided today looked like it had been abandoned for decades. Maybe longer. He’s going to need a full decontamination shower after this—

“h-nNDT!”

His stomach drops. But coolly, he slides his eyes over to his passenger and finds Vesen as relaxed as ever. He’d stifled with barely a sound or movement at all. Only a slight irritated blink gives him away as he recovers

Jin could ignore it, and probably should. But the words are off his lips before he has a chance to stop them.

“I didn’t even know you could sneeze.”

He can feel the simmering fury radiating from the seat beside him as Vesen turns his head. Dark eyes bore into the side of his skull. Jin knows that look without even having to see it—imperious, infuriated.

Then, flatly in the dark baritone he’s come to loathe, Vesen responds, “Why would we not?”

Jin shrugs, “I dunno. Your biology is different from ours in a ton of different ways, I thought maybe you guys just didn’t.”

Vesen sniffs softly. The sound lashes a current of electricity up Jin’s spine.

“That is preposterous.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Jin concedes, “You have noses and you breathe air, so it stands to reason.”

“You—hh?” Vesen pauses, gasps and turns his head away, pressing his knuckle to his septum and flinching into another soundless stifle. He recovers with a dry sniffle and swears in his own language. Jin hasn’t picked up the translation just yet, but he understands the intent just fine.

“Bless you,” he says, and feels a certain thrill at saying it. Especially to Vesen, who by all accounts probably is taking this all as a knock to his pride.

As if on cue, the alien gives him a reproachful look. “What?” he snaps.

Jin waves a hand, “It’s a human saying…well, in some regions. When someone sneezes.”

“Foolish.”

“What do the Kheelen say when someone sneezes?”

“Why are you so interested, Jin-young?”

Jin’s cheeks flush slightly. The question is an honest one, but it’s said with just the right amount of judgment that it feels like it’s getting too close to the truth. He clears his throat and shrugs his shoulders.

“Just making conversation. We’re supposed to be learning about each other, right?”

There’s a long pause. The inside of the car is tense. Finally, Vesen sniffs lightly and sighs.

“We do not say anything. It is not a…common occurrence.”

He says this with a bit of embarrassment, which piques Jin’s interest tenfold. No wonder he hadn’t been sure if the Kheelen even possessed this biological function—he’s worked with enough of them for long enough now he was bound to have seen it happen at least once. But it’s never come up before. Not until this at least.

Trying to keep the angle of the conversation on scholarly curiosity rather than selfish, Jin tilts his head.

“Oh? Why’s that?”

Vesen doesn’t answer for a moment, and when Jin looks over he sees why. The alien is caught with his eyes half-lidded, mouth parted slightly, a shuddering breath quaking under his vest. He shakes his head and suddenly bows it, steepling his hands over his nose and mouth. A very human pose, Jin thinks, despite only having four fingers on each hand.

“hH’DDIISSShhyue!”

Vesen rises from his hands instantly and doesn’t give Jin time to bless him, or even react, “We are a very hardy species. Unlike humans, it takes a great deal to afflict our sensibilities.”

Just to be a dick, Jin blesses him anyway. Vesen cuts him a watery glare before Jin continues, struggling to keep his eyes on the road, “But…something is clearly uh…afflicting you now, right?”

Vesen sniffs pointedly, “It appears so.”

Jin’s boiling alive under his uniform all of a sudden. He knows he should stop fanning the fire but his mouth is moving faster than his brain, and he can’t help but keep asking questions. The slightly stuffy quality to Vesen’s deep voice as this progresses isn’t helping things either. He white-knuckles the steering wheel.

“I wonder what it is,” he hums, “Are you allergic to anything?”

“No.” Flat, unmoved, typical Vesen. Jin almost rolls his eyes.

“Then, are you sick?”

“I am not ill.”

“Then I’m at a loss, bud."

“It is not your concern, Jin-young,” Vesen assures him, but in that slightly dismissive way that seems to suggest it never was to begin with.

That might have been it, and for a few moments Jin thinks it’s over. But after a lengthy pause, he hears Vesen take a clipped breath beside him. Then, he lowers his face slowly into his hands once more and Jin tenses, waiting for the inevitable. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the alien’s massive shoulders rising with a swell of breath before—

“hhH-rrSCHH!” Stronger and harsher than the one that came before it. Vesen lifts his head, thinking he’s finished, but is taken by two itchy sounding ones almost immediately after. He doesn’t bother lowering his head again and merely sneezes freely, misting his own palms as he shudders into them. “Chhssyu! ccHSH!”

“Okay, see, it is kind of my concern,” Jin reasons, and leans over to reach past Vesen’s knees for the glove box, “Because you’re my partner and now I’m officially worried.”

Vesen isn’t listening. He’s lost in the throes of whatever it has meant to finally give into this tickle that’s been plaguing him since they left the warehouse. His hands still cupped in front of him, his upper lip curls back slightly as he gears up for another. Jin unlocks the glove box, the back of his hand drifting against Vesen’s knee for a moment.

“Sorry,” he says, his heart pounding.

Vesen responds in kind with a stuttered gasp and another powerful sneeze.

“hH? hhH! ehH’HDJSshoo!”

He wrenches to the side at the last second to try and direct it against the window but Jin still feels the spray of it against his forearm and nearly loses control of the fucking car. He manages to somehow keep them alive and also force a wad of napkins into Vesen’s hands.

“Here, Vesen.”

Vesen gathers the crumpled paper and presses it to his dripping nose. He blows hard—Jin didn’t know they did that either—which seems to help just for a moment.

“I’m gonna get you back to headquarters, okay?” Jin says, trying not to let his voice shake. He’s almost certain Vesen can hear his heart pounding but he’s hoping he’s a little too distracted by the itch to notice.

Vesen nods blearily and gets one liquid sniffle in before something sets him off again. He holds the sodden napkins just slightly away from him and sneezes against them in short bursts. “aeh’ESSCH! chSSCH! t’SHH!”

“Jesus, you gonna make it?” Jin asks. Am I?

“Focus on your driving, Jin-young,” Vesen says evenly and dabs at his nose, “There is no need for alarm.”

Ah, good. So Vesen can hear his heartbeat, but he thinks it’s anxiety, not anything else. Good. Jin can roll with that, at least. Interspecies relations are hard enough without adding weird kinks to the mix.

“Are you sure? Because—“

“hH’RRSsch!”

“You sound like—“

“hHuh’IISH! ISHH! hh-Hh?…”Vesen pauses on the last one, hanging in limbo with his gaze flickering on the horizon. Jin waits for him, watching his throat bob as the urge takes him.

“hhH’yyIISSHAh!”

Vesen cups that one into his palm, though it does nothing to lessen the volume.

Jin swallows, “Wow. Because you sound like you’re getting worse.”

“A passing ihhritation,” Vesen says, somehow managing to sound cold while his voice wavers.

In other words: drop it.

But Jin can already see his face twitching around the need to sneeze again. It’s five more minutes back to the station and god, if he can even get out of his squad car to walk in it’ll be a fucking miracle. Either way, he’s in trouble. They’re supposed to watch out for their Kheelen counterparts in the field. Have each other’s backs. Bringing one back sneezing his goddamn head off seems like the opposite of that.

“Should we open a window?” Jin asks.

Vesen nods through his next sneeze and fumbles for the controls on the side panel as he snaps forward.

“aeh’eESSCHUu!”

Jin gets the controls going on his own side for him and both windows peel open. City air streams through the car. It’s not exactly pleasant, but it’s not terrible either. Jin grew up here so it’s part and parcel of his being. He can’t imaging what it must be like for the Kheelen. Breathing sweet, fresh air every day of their own planet to now…this. Maybe that’s why Vesen in particular is so sensitive. Or maybe he’s overthinking it.

A tired, weak sneeze is directed out towards the open air and into Vesen’s curled fist as the alien leans to the window. “hh’iIShoo!”

“Bless. Any better?” Jin asks.

“It smells of smog and metal,” Vesen complains and slides his finger under his nose, wicking moisture away petulantly.

“Everyone’s a critic.”

They ride the rest of the way in relative quiet, Vesen with his head out the window like a dog and Jin lowering his body temperature to acceptable levels. By the time they get to the precinct he’s actually able to stand up and get out of the squad car and can feel everything below the waist.

Just in time for Vesen to come around the side of the car and pin him by the shoulder. Jin has to look up at him because he’s so tall, and his hand feels like a vice against him. Vesen could snap him like a twig if he wanted. Something he’s fond of reminding him.

“Tell anyone of what transpired here, Jin-young, and you will not live long enough to regret it,” Vesen hisses at him, pointed teeth flashing.

It would be intimidating were it not for the inadvertent sniffle that follows as Vesen backs off. His eyes grow slightly hazy even as they try to bore into Jin’s and his hand loosens on his shoulder.

“Aw, c’mon big guy, one more?” Jin asks, eyes flashing.

Fury sparks in Vesen’s face before the need overtakes him entirely. His expression crumples as he releases Jin to cover his nose and mouth with his hand and flinches into it.

“h’NNDXT!”

A full body shudder runs the length of Jin’s body. He can feel his lower belly melting again.

He smiles, “Bless you.”

Vesen growls and shoves at Jin with his opposite hand as he sniffles in recovery. He bares his teeth at him.

“Be quiet,” he says before turning away and heading toward the precinct steps.

“I think we bonded today!” Jin calls after him, “We’re making progress! Pioneers of human and Kheelen relations, you and me!”

#i was trying to link this to the ask and realized i couldn't find it anymore???#idk if i archived it or what and don't remember but its seemingly #vanished so #reposting for prosperity #snz kink #snzfic #my ocs #vesjin #if anyone finds the OG let me know im so confused lmao #ANYWAY THANK U FOR THE BEAUTIFUL ASK IM GOING TO BE RIDING THIS HIGH ALL DAY!!!!!

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puppetmaster13u · 3 months

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So this Au still needs a name, BUT

I have figured out what Most of the pokemon evolved from! It only took uh, lemme look at a clock, a week or three!

For those not interested in clicking a link, it's a pokemon/dc crossover but pokemon is straight up just a Gotham thing. Like, the flora and fauna and everything else have become corrupted/ mutated/ adapted, etc into strange creatures with stranger abilities thanks to the chemicals, magic, death pits, curses, and everything else all mixing together.

So anyway, have a list of what each pokemon originally were before Gotham got a hold of them. Some things brought into Gotham (such as via zoos, museums, or rogues or whatever) and others always there. Do keep in mind I am (mostly) not including Legendaries because I'm still not sure if I want those in the Au yet lol.

Canines

Vulpix Lines (Foxes)

Growlithe Lines (Large Dog Breeds)

Abra Line (Fox)

Snubbul Line (Bulldog Mix Breed)

Houndour Line (Medium Dog Breeds)

Smeargle (Beagle Mix Breed)

Poochyena Line (Hyena)

Electrike Line (Maned Wolf)

Absol (Samoyed Mix Breed)

Riolu Line (Egyptian Wolf)

Lillipup Line (Terrier Mix Breed)

Zorua Lines (Wolf)

Fennekin Line (Fox)

Furfrou (Poodle Mix Breed)

Rockruff Lines (Akita Mix Breed)

Nickit Line (Red Fox)

Yamper Line (Small Dog Breeds)

Fidough Line (Dachshund Mix Breed)

Greavard Line (Sheepdog Mix Breed)

Felines

Meowth Lines (Domestic Cats)

Eevee Lines (Domestic Cats)

Skitty Line (Shorthair Cat)

Shinx Line (Lynx)

Glameow Line (Domestic Cat)

Purrloin Line (Domestic Cat)

Litleo Line (Lion)

Espurr Line (Folded-Ear Cat)

Litten Line (Tiger)

Sprigatito Line (Lynx)

Rodents

Rattata Line (Domestic Rat)

Alolan Rattata (Wild Rat)

Pikachu Lines (House Mouse)

Clefairy Line (Chinchilla)

Azurill Line (Vole)

Plusle (Long-Eared Woodrat)

Minun (Long-Eared Woodrat)

Bidoof Line (Beaver)

Pachirisu (Squirrel)

Minccino Line (Chinchilla)

Emolga (Flying Squirrel)

Chespin Line (Chipmunk)

Dedenne (Gerbil)

Togedemaru (Spiny Rat)

Skwovet Line (Red Squirrel)

Morpeko (Guinea Pig)

Pawmi Line (Viscacha)

Tandemaus (Field Mouse)

Birds

Pidgey Line (Waxwings)

Spearow Line (Sparrow)

Doduo Line (Kiwi Bird)

Magby Line (Duck)

Hoothoot Line (Horned Owl)

Togepi Line (Chicken Eggs)

Natu Line (Quail)

Murkrow Line (Crows)

Delibird (Penguin)

Skarmory (Condor)

Torchic Line (Chicken)

Taillow Line (Barn Swallow)

Wingull Line (Seagull)

Swablu Line (Lorikeet)

Piplup Line (Penguin)

Starly Line (Starling)

Chatot (Parrot)

Pidove Line (Pigeon)

Ducklett Line (Swan)

Rufflet Line (Eagle)

Vullaby Line (Vulture)

Fletchling Line (Robin)

Spritzee Line (Grosbeak)

Hawlucha (Raptor Bird)

Rowlett Line (Owl)

Pikipek Line (Toucans)

Oricorio(s) (Honeycreepers)

Rookidee Line (Corvid)

Cramorant (Cormorant)

Eiscue (Penguin)

Quaxly Line (Duck)

Squawkabilly (Parakeet)

Wattrel Line (Petrel)

Flittle Line (Ostrich)

Bombirdier (Stork)

Flamigo (Flamingo)

Reptiles

Charmander Line (Newt)

Squirtle Line (Box Turtle)

Ekans Line (Ringneck Snake)

Lapras (Sea Turtle)

Dratini Line (Sea Snake)

Totodile Line (Alligator)

Dunsparce Line (Snake)

Larvitar Line (Spiny Lizard)

Treecko Line (Leaf-Tailed Lizard)

Aron Line (Terrapin)

Torkoal (Snapping Turtle)

Seviper (Viper)

Kecleon (Chameleon)

Turtwig Line (Box Turtle)

Snivy Line (Vine Snake)

Sandile Line (Crocodile)

Scraggy Line (Lizard)

Tirtouga Line (Sea Turtle)

Helioptile Line (Frilled-Neck Lizard)

Salandit Line (Skink)

Turtonator (Sideneck Turtle)

Jangmo-o Line (Geckos)

Sobble Line (Basilisk Lizard)

Chewtle Line (Snapping Turtle)

Silicobra Line (Cobra)

Fuecoco Line (Crocodile)

Cyclizar Lines (Anole)

Amphibians

Bulbasaur Line (Toad)

Poliwag Lines (Tadpool)

Slowpoke Lines (Salamander)

Lickitung (Tailed Frog)

Happiny Line (Axolotl)

Wooper Lines (Axolotl)

Bagon Line (Salamander)

Croagunk Line (Frog)

Tympole Line (Toad)

Froakie Line (Frog)

Toxel Line (Salamander)

Tadbulb Line (Green Frog)

Fish & Sealife

Tentacool Line (Jellyfish)

Shellder Line (Clam)

Horse Line (Seahorses)

Goldeen Line (Goldfish)

Staryu Line (Starfish)

Magikarp Line (Karp)

Omanyte Line (Nautilus)

Chinchou Line (Anglerfish)

Qwilfish Lines (Pufferfish)

Corsola Lines (Coral)

Remoraid Line (Remoras)

Mantine Line (Manta Ray)

Mudkip Line (Mudskippers)

Gulpin Line (Sculpin Fish)

Carvanha Line (Piranha)

Wailmer Line (Whale)

Barboach Line (Loach)

Lileep Line (Crinoid)

Feebas Line (Bass)

Clamperl Line (Clam)

Relicanth (Coelacanth)

Luvdisc (Discus Fish)

Gible Line (Shark)

Finneon Line (Freshwater Butterflyfish)

Basculin Line (Sea Bass)

Frillish Lines (Jellyfish)

Alomomola (Mola Mola Fish)

Tynamo Line (Electric Eel)

Stunfisk(s) (Stargazer Fish)

Inkay Line (Squid)

Binacle Line (Barnacle)

Skrelp Line (Leafy Seadragon)

Wishiwashi (Herring/Anchovies)

Mareanie Line (Crown of Thorns Starfish)

Pyukumuku (Sea Cucumber)

Bruxish (Triggerfish)

Arrokuda Line (Barracuda)

Clobbopus Line (Octopus)

Hatenna Line (Jellyfish)

Pincurchin (Urchin)

Wiglett Line (Garden Eel)

Finizen (Dolphin)

Glimmet Line (Sea Anemone)

Cetoddle Line (Whale)

Veluza (Hake Fish)

Dondozo (Catfish)

Crustaceans

Krabby Line (Crab)

Kabuto Line (Horseshoe Crab)

Corphish Line (Crawfish)

Dwebble Line (Hermit Crab)

Clauncher Line (Lobster)

Crabrawler Line (Crab)

Klawf (Velvet Crab)

Insects

Caterpie Line (Butterfly)

Weedle Line (Bee Larva)

Paras Line (Cicada Nymph)

Venonat Line (Swallowtail Moth)

Scyther (Praying Mantis)

Pinsir (Stag Beetle)

Ledyba Line (Ladybug)

Yanma Line (Dragonfly)

Pineco Line (Bagworm)

Heracross (Rhino Beetle)

Wurmple Lines (Spiked Caterpillars)

Surskit Line (Water Skater)

Nincada Lines (Cicada)

Volbeat (Lightning Bug)

Illumise (Lightning Bug)

Trapinch Line (Antlion)

Kricketot Line (Cricket)

Burmy Lines (Bagworm)

Combee Line (Honeybee)

Sewaddle Line (Leaf Insect)

Venipede Line (Centipede)

Karrablast Line (Carabid Beetle)

Pawniard Line (Beetle)

Durant (Ant)

Larvesta Line (Atlas Moth)

Scatterbug Line (Butterfly)

Grubbin Line (Stag Beetle)

Cutiefly Line (Bee Fly)

Fomantis Line (Orchid Mantis)

Wimpod Line (Isopod)

Blipbug Line (Ladybird)

Sizzlipede Line (Centipede)

Snom Line (Jewel Caterpillar)

Nymble Line (Grasshopper)

Rellor Line (Scarab Beetle)

Arachnids

Spinarak Line (Smiling Spider)

Skorupi Line (Scorpion)

Joltik (Jumping Spider)

Dewpider (Diving Bell Spider)

Tarountula Line (Orb Weaver)

Gastropods

Slugma Line (Iron Snail)

Shellos Lines (Sea Slugs)

Shelmet Line (Snail)

Goomy Lines (Slug & Snail)

Ungulates

Ponyta Lines (Domestic Horses)

Drowzee Line (Tapir)

Rhyhorn Line (Rhino)

Tauros(es) (Large Horned Cows)

Mareep Line (Sheep)

Girafarig Line (Giraffe)

Swinub Line (Mangalica Pigs)

Phanpy Line (Elephant)

Stantler Line (Deer)

Miltank (Milk Cow)

Numel Line (Camel)

Spoink Line (Teacup Pig)

Hippopotas Line (Hippo)

Tepig Line (Domestic Pig)

Blitzle Line (Zebra)

Deerling Line (Deer)

Bouffalant (Buffalo)

Skiddo Line (Goat)

Mudbray Line (Mule)

Wooloo Line (Sheep)

Cufant Line (Elephant)

Lechonk Line (Pig)

Primates

Mankey Line (Barbary Macaque)

Aipom Line (Squirrel Monkey)

Meditite Line (Indri)

Chimchar Line (Chimpanzee)

Pansage Line (Capuchin Monkey)

Pansear Line (Capuchin Monkey)

Panpour Line (Capuchin Monkey)

Darumaka Lines (Gibbon)

Oranguru (Orangutan)

Grookey Line (Gorilla)

Mammal

Sandshrew Lines (Armadillo)

Nidoran Lines (Hedgehog)

Jigglypuff Line (Capybara)

Zubat Line (Bat)

Diglett Line (Mole)

Psyduck Line (Platypus)

Seel Line (Seals)

Cubone Lines (Wombat)

Kangaskhan (Kangaroo)

Snorlax (Bear)

Cyndaquil Lines (Echidna)

Sentret Line (Ferret)

Gligar Line (Scorpionfly)

Teddiursa Line (Brown Bear)

Sneasel Lines (Weasel)

Zigzagoon Lines (Raccoon)

Slakoth Line (Sloth)

Whismur Line (Rabbit)

Spinda (Panda)

Zangoose (Mongoose)

Spheal Line (Walrus)

Buizel Line (River Otter)

Buneary Line (Rabbit)

Stunky Line (Skunk)

Oshawott Lines (Sea Otter)

Patrat Line (Meerkat)

Woobat Line (Bat)

Drilbur Line (Mole)

Auduno (Pika)

Cubchoo Line (Polar Bear)

Mienfoo Line (Ermine)

Heatmoor (Anteater)

Bunnelby Line (Hare)

Pancham Line (Panda)

Noibat Line (Bat)

Popplio Line (Sea Lion)

Yungoos Line (Mongoose)

Passimian (Lemur)

Komola (Koala)

Scorbunny Line (Wild Hare)

Shroodle Line (Tenrecs)

Living Fossils & Dinosaurs

Aerodactyl (Pterosaur)

Anorith Line (Anomalocaris)

Cranidos Line (Pachycephalosaurus)

Shieldon Line (Ceratops)

Archen Line (Archaeopteryx)

Axew Line (Hadrosaurid)

Tyrunt Line (Tyrannosaurus)

Amaura Line (Amargasaurus)

Dracozolt (Raptor-Rex)

Arctozolt (Raptor-Plesiosaur)

Dracovish (Dunkleosteus-Rex)

Arctovish(Dunkleosteus-Plesiosaur)

Dreepy Line (Diplocaulus)

Great Tusk (Mammoth)

Slither Wing (Prehistoric Lepidoptera)

Roaring Moon (Unknown Fossil/Time Travel)

Walking Wake (Dryptosaurus)

Gouging Fire (Styracosaurus)

Raging Bolt (Brontosaurus)

Living Plants & Fungi

Oddish Lines (Mandrake)

Bellsprout Line (Pitcher Plant)

Exeggcute Lines (Palm Seeds)

Tangela Line (Seagrass)

Chikorita Line (Pear)

Hoppip Line (Dandelion)

Sunkern Line (Sunflower)

Shuckle (Slime Mold)

Lotad Line (Lilypad)

Seedot Line (Acorn)

Shroomish Line (Mushroom)

Budew Line (Rose)

Cacnea Line (Cactus)

Tropius (Banana Tree)

Cherubi Line (Cherries)

Carnivine (Venus Flytrap)

Snover Line (Pine)

Cottonee Line (Cotton Plants)

Petilil Lines (Lily Flower)

Maractus (Flowering Cactus)

Foongus Line (Mushrooms)

Ferroseed Line (Durian Fruit)

Flabebe Line (Flower)

Pumpkaboo Line (Pumpkin)

Morelull Line (Hallucinogenic Fungi)

Bounsweet Line (Mangosteen)

Comfey (Flowering Vine)

Gossifleur Line (Cotton Plant)

Applin Lines (Apples)

Smoliv Line (Olive & Olive Tree)

Bramblin Line (Thorns)

Toadscool Line (Toadstool)

Capsakid Line (Peppers)

Stone & Gemstone

Geodude Lines (Rocks)

Onix Line (Stone)

Nosepass Line (Stone Statue)

Sableye (Gemstones)

Lunatone (Rock Carving)

Solrock (Rock Carving)

Roggenrola Line (Geode)

Druddigon (Gargoyle)

Golett Line (Stone Statues)

Carbink (Diamond)

Diancie (Pink Diamond)

Sandygast Line (Sand)

Minior (Meteor)

Stakataka (Stone Bricks)

Rolycoly Line (Coal)

Stonjourner (Stone Brick)

Objects & Material

Magnemite Line (Magnets)

Grimer Lines (Toxic Waste)

Voltorb Lines (Balls)

Porygon Line (Digital Data)

Bonsly Line (Fake Trees)

Wynaut Line (Doll)

Baltoy Line (Clay Doll)

Shuppet Line (Doll)

Duskull Line (Skull)

Chimecho (Wind Chime)

Drifloon Line (Balloon)

Chingling (Bell)

Bronzor Line (Mirror)

Rotom (Digital Virus)

Shaymin (Chia Pet)

Munna Line (Pillow)

Yamask Lines (Old Masks)

Trubbish Line (Trash)

Gothita Line (Dress)

Solosis Line (Giant Cell)

Klink Line (Gears)

Litwick Line (Candles)

Cryogonal (Ice)

Honedge Line (Sword)

Klefki (Keychains)

Bergmite Lines (Ocean Ice)

Stufful Line (Teddy Bear)

Dhelmise (Ship Anchor)

Xurkitree (Wiring)

Meltan Line (Mercury)

Sinistea Line (Teaset)

Falinks (Toy)

Duraludon Line (Skyscrapers/Bridges)

Nacli Line (Salt)

Charcadet Lines (Armour)

Varoom Line (Engines)

Foods

Vanillite Line (Ice Cream)

Swirlix Line (Cotton Candy)

Milcery Line (Cream)

Tatsugiri(s) (Sushi)

Poltchageist Line (Matcha Tea)

‘Unknown’ Origins

Machop Line

Gastly Line (Ghosts)

Tyrogue Lines

Koffing Lines (Poison Gases)

Elekid Line

Ditto

Misdreavus Line (Ghosts)

Unown(s) (Runes)

Ralts Lines (Dolls)

Makuhita Line

Mawile (Yokai)

Castform (Paper Doll)

Snorunt Line

Spritomb (Lazarus Pit)

Timburr

Sigilyph

Deino Line

Phantump (Forest Child Ghost)

Mimikyu (Lone Ghost Children)

Drampa

Marshadow (Shadows)

Impidimp Line (Children)

Indeedee

Tinkatink Line

Orthworm (Earth Worms)

Altered Via Outside Influence

Beldum Line (Alien Technology)

Deoxys (Alien DNA & Cloning)

Elgyem (Alien Technology)

Genesect (Alien Tech & Cloning)

Iron Moth (Luthor Tech & Alien Tech)

Iron Thorns (Luthor Tech & Alien Tech)

Iron Valiant (Wayne Collab)

Iron Leaves (Wayne Collab)

Iron Crown (Wayne Collab)

Iron Boulder (Wayne Collab)

FURTHER MINI RAMBLES

⏵Most non-sapient plant variation has happened in things such as berries & fruits

⏵It’s noted that many of the creatures show signs of convergent evolution to other animals & plants, especially in further mutations

⏵Several animals & other things not native to Gotham or New Jersey were brought in as experiments or for the Gotham Zoo which were affected over time

Like IRL Animals & Plants, They Can Have Mutations & Color Variations:

Normal color/Pattern [Very Common]

“Shinies” [Uncommon color variant]

Piebaldism/Vitiligo [Patches of no melanism]

Albinism [No melanism]

Leucism [No melanism save for eyes]

Melanism [Excess black]

Erythrism [Excess red]

Axanthism [No yellow & more blue]

Xanthochromism [Excess yellow]

Chimerism [2 offspring fused]

Gynandromorphism [Split & both male/female]

#batman au #batman #cryptid batman #cryptid batfam #pokemon crossover #DC x Pokemon #pokemon #Gotham is just Like That #I do still need ideas for what the batfam all mimic #dc #dcu #dc crossover #cryptid batfamily #rambles #feel free to ask questions #world building #DCxPokemon #PokemonxDC

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rwby-encrusted-blog · 1 year

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Blake, sleeping: *Sniff*

Blake: *Sniff Sniff*

Blake, now wide awake: Shellfish Cioppino!

Yang, half asleep: Wazzit? Blake? Blake!

~~~~~

Jaune: Good morning-

Blake: Shellfish Cioppino!

Jaune: Indy and Burr's are still working on it. They did make some Seaweed Chips with Cocktail sauce for us to snack on!

Blake: Sweet!

Yang: Wow! That smells Great! What's cooking?

Jaune: The twins are working on some breakfast.

Yang: The Twins?

Jaune: Indigo and Beryl. One's a Chef, the other a Baker. They're also Fashionistas, the most sociable of the Arcs, and if You see one and not the other, watch your back, watch every step, and if you see them doing something to anyone else, No you didn't.

???: He's Absolutely Right you Know!

Standing in the Doorway of the Kitchen was a young girl, wearing a rather complex outfit that looked not dissimilar to a Maid's, consisting of a lot of Purple, A lot of Frills, and a Bonnet.

Jaune: Good Morning Beryl! How was yours and Indy's Sleepover?

Beryl: It went Well! Blake, it is pleasant to see you again!

Blake: Food?!?

Beryl: A little longer my Famished Feline Friend!

Beryl: Crab Cakes are soon to be out of the oven!

Blake: YES!

Beryl: And you ... The Blonde one, Yang?

Yang: That's my name! Don't wear it out.

Beryl: Hmmm. You're Hair is Lovely-

Yang: Thank you!

Beryl: But your Outfit is ... Bleh!

Yang: ... Their My pajamas?

Beryl: And? That's no excuse for poor style.

???: Oh, Beryl, please let up on our guest? While I am inclined to agree that they are rather Plebian, There is a sort of ... Sporty-brawler look to them.

Another Young girl, evidently the other twin, stood to their side. She wore a set of dark purple loose-fit Pants, and a white button shirt.

Indigo: The darkness of the Orange and the black of her spats contrasts nicely with her brilliant golden locks! It's plain, and nice, if perhaps a little small.

Yang: Jaune sleeps in a onesie!

Beryl: You can't save 'em all.

Indigo: A tragedy really.

Beryl: Rather unforunate.

Indigo: Yet we must still try.

Beryl: No matter how futile it is.

Yang: .. By the way, if it's not too rude-

I+B: Teeth!

Indigo: Just like our Big Brother!

Beryl: Not exactly, we have a slightly different Set up.

Indigo: It's easier for us to eat plants and hard-shelled things, like crabs.

Beryl: unlike Jaune who can Rip and Tear until the Meal is done.

Bonnethead Sharks are the Smallest of the Hammerhead Family, and are also the only Sharks that regularly and actively eat vegetation- specifically seagrass, unlike their obligate Carnivore cousins.

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #shark!faunus jaune #indigo locke arc #beryl stock arc #rwby shitpost

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Yandere Hybrid Cafe Christmas Event

Festive lights and handmade ornaments line the cozy walls of a small cafe. Working with the guise of the shadows, a sneaky crow snips one of the paper snowflakes taped to a wall; tracing the name on its backside with their claws. They swiftly pocket their treasure and slowly ease back into the crowd; commotion at every corner.

A fatigued wolf guards both the snack table and back room from an excitable hyena's attempts to spike the punch and rigging the ballot being currently counted for. A leech mermaid rants about the poor quality of the blood in their glass is compared to that of their favorite cafe worker, to a plant woman weaving a wreath for the same individual with an abnormal amount of white bulbs shrewd in.

An attention hungry feline brags to anyone who will listen all about the holiday he had planned for him and his beloved; too many drinks in his system for him to care when people mention they aren't even together. A shy rabbit stands near a large curtain, gripping its frills for comfort from the stress of the crowd. It seemed he had picked up on the scent of the person behind it and relished in the trace in their presences; a cow woman addressing the absent of said person as she hangs the cat's phone out of reach as he scratches at her arm. Each members of the group had joined under one roof for that very soul, and without them present would soon lead the event to chaos.

With the clock nearing twelve, the currents draw back; frightening the rabbit boy until he sees who's on stage and their state of dress. The cafe representative stands front and center; a human wearing a reindeer mask and a santa hat. The sheep girl beside him pulls the string on a confetti cannon to gain the attention of the few stragglers in the room, trying to avoid sneaking a glance at her seated coworker as her boss speaks.

"Good evening, everyone. We're so happy to be celebrating the holidays with you all. As a gift from us to you, we've held a little gathering, with an added present now that we've reach the end. As they are our most requested host, we've held a raffle to spend the end of the year with our most valuable player. Without any introduction needed, please give a warm welcome to Y/n."

You stand up from your chair to the roar of approval from the crowd. A bow sits around your waist and atop your head; your normal work outfit wrapped with a red variant with a fluffy trim. Despite you being the obvious prize, all eyes focus on the little brown box in your arms; a single draw foretelling their fate.

"Now when I say go, they'll pull one note from the box which will be our winner. With all that of the way - Y/n, pick you you'll be spending the rest of the year with."

Request Based Event. Available suitors are the following:

Spot/Clyde: Rabbit Boy

Belle/Pauline: Cow Woman

Saber: Cat Boy

Bo/Shanna: Sheep Woman

Prince/Asher: Hyena Boy

Wisteria: Plant Woman

Bear/Scout: Wolfman

Doc: Leech Mermaid

Trick: Crow Person

Open till the end of the season.

#Cafe tag #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere drabble #yandere hybrid #male yandere #female yandere #event story #yandere event

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exocynraku · 1 year

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OK!!! here they are >:3 mushroom the leafwing, ringlet the silkwing and tiger beetle the hivewing! headcanon time! leafwings: over the many many years, the majority of them have lost their eyesight. they instead use sounds and scent to get around. they usually have around five scent glands (inspired by muntjac deer) along their snouts and around their eyes. the area around their eyes and their chests are fleshy. they have two root like tendrils coming off of the end out their snouts. they have many, many horns which are tipped with leaf like shapes. they used to be many many different shades of all sorts of colours, but because of their need to hide over the years theyve dulled down to more green and browns. if you look at their scales up close, VERY close, each singular scale has the branch like pattern of a leaf. the spine/spines on their backs are spaced out, and their frills (?) are ALWAYS v shaped. they can range from being the size of a fox to the size of a bear. silkwings: this tribe has evolved the most out of them all. because the hivewings have been protecting them for so long, they haven't faced many dangers, which has caused them to lose the majority of their defensive scales. instead, they've grown long, thin and silky antennae all over their bodies. it looks like fur, but it is infact just thousands and millions of antennae. because its not fur, the silkwings can control the way their "fur" moves. their "fur" usually moves and acts alongside their emotions, spiking up and moving quicker when angry, moving down and flowy when sad or calm, etc etc etc. they've grown feline/canine-like ears and muzzles. their eyes are giant, taking up the majority of their face. they usually have around 2-4 separate, working pupils that they can control, being able to see all the way around except for directly behind them. they also have whiskers & long eyelashes, and are usually similar in size for most of their life. they are about the size of a cougar. albino silkwings are rare, but more common than albino dragons of other tribes. melanistic silkwings do not exist hivewings: they're the most actually dragon like out of the three tribes. they have spikes all over their body, which are usually darker. each set of spikes/scales is separated by a very thin gap. they have two feelers (?) on the front of their snouts. a small gap of flesh sits inbetween their eyebrow and eye. their eyes are almost pure black, and they can see all the way around except up. their scales consist of many colours all at the same time. their colour range from red to green, and can be very dull (almost grey) to as bright as the sun. their heads and bodies are very big and thick while their feet and tails are smaller and thinner. their snouts are very big and thick. the patterns they have on their scales are usually very sharp and bold. their size varies a bit. they can range from being the size of a cougar to the size of a moose. melanistic hivewings are very common, at least one occurring about every ten years. albino hivewings can also appear, but it is horrendously rare i hope u guys like these concepts tee hee :) feel free to use them for urself if you do really like them!

#long post #wings of fire #wof #hivewing #silkwing #leafwing #wof fanart

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224bbaker · 22 days

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BACKER REWARD HIGHLIGHT: THANK YOU NOTES!

Have you, potential backer, ever wanted a glimpse into the lives, thoughts, and handwritings of our illustrious team of detectives at 224B Baker? Well, this tier is your chance! At our $50 tier, you will not only get:

our thanks on social media (and in real life)

early access to all season 2 episodes

an annotated PDF copy of A Scandal in Bohemia

four exclusive stickers

an invitation from James Stallion to the opening of his new business venture

You will also get a PERSONALIZED THANK YOU NOTE from Hampton, James, or Madge (your choice) (and Ambrosius)! As a benefactor of Faxw & Stallion, one of our detectives will be reaching out to thank you, with all of the frills. We're talking personalized handwriting (we did our research), fancy stationary, some immersive details (perhaps some feline interference or a beverage that did NOT use proper coaster technology), and even--and this is our favorite part--an actual wax seal featuring our unofficial show mascot, Ambrosius! Every note is unique, and features a peek into the lives of the (second) best detective team in London in the days leading up to the events of Season 2!

#ForAmbrosius

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infectiouspiss · 5 months

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Sorry to say but f***** is a TERF dogwhistle

what word? sorry what word is that ?? you've censored it too much what is it?? how am i meant to understand this?

is it faggot? or is it one of these?

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kittsu-and-company · 17 days

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[ a video is uploaded, watch it? ]

The video seems to show a battle between Achlys and the Lumiose Gym Leader, Clemont. The leader has a Magnemite on the field, facing down an Espeon.

The battle begins with the Espeon dashing away using… what appears to be Nasty Plot? The Magnemite charges forward with an Electro Ball, very nearly hitting the Espeon that dashed out of the way within a split second. The Espeon relatiates by sprinting forward with a quick attack, only to power up what looks to be Shadow Ball in the Magnemite’s face, with the opposing Pokemon using a powerful Flash Canon, leaving the stage cracked and billowing with dust.

As the impurities in the air settle, a snarling Zorua is left where the Espeon once stood, looking rather worse for wear for only taking one attack… the Magnemite looks far better, surprised, but largely unbothered. The Zorua dashes away- but before it can get too far, the smaller steel type lands a solid Heavy Slam, sending the Fox Pokémon skidding towards Achlys, unable to battle.

The blonde man crouches down and pets the Pokémon before retrieving it into its pokeball, now sending out his second Pokemon… an Espeon, most likely the real one.

It stands stoic and calculating, and before Clemont’s Pokémon can even react, the Espeon had launched itself forward and used a rather weak Hyper Beam- engulfing the Magnemite and leaving it incapacitated, to which it, too, is recalled into its ball.

The Espeon stumbles and falls to its side as it recharges the energy it has used to launch the Hyper Beam. The gym leader sends out a Heliolisk- a Pokémon Lumiose City residents may recognize as Clemont’s “brand.” It opens its frill wide and lights up, causing Electricity to rise from the ground, setting up a solid Electric Terrain.

By the time the Espeon had gotten back to its feet, the reptile had fired off a Dark Pulse that hit the feline head-on, sending it bouncing backwards, but not defeated. Once reaching its feet once more, it stared in an unmistakably calculating manner, watching the Heliolisk closely as it sprints for it.

And then there’s a flash as the Pokémon gets close, and the battle is over.

The Heliolisk lay defeated after having taken a head-on Dazzling Gleam- an incredibly impressive feat considering it was only one attack that left it unconscious.

…It seems Achlys may have a high rank in trainer class. A higher one than he may have let on initially, at least.

…It was rather underwhelming.

#eclipsing arc #kittsu #pokemon #pokemon rp #pokémon #rotomblr #rotumblr #pokéblog #pokémon irl

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yanderes-galore · 3 months

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What are your jojo dragon rider AU thoughts on part 4? I feel like killer queen would be down right terrifying to look at, also I find this AU very interesting :P

Thank you! I'll give some thoughts before I go to bed.

Josuke has Crazy Diamond, a mostly pink dragon with blue accents in the shape of armor/hearts.

Okuyasu has The Hand, a dragon that's blue and light gray with golden eyes. It has the power to wipe things out of existence with ease.

Koichi is... different. He has a dragon constantly maturing as he does, Echoes. The dragon is probably very serpentine/bird-like at first. It starts small and very green before maturing. By the end of maturation, Echoes is white with green highlights and gold eyes. It has all the same powers as the stand like all the other dragons. His dragon may also be the smallest of the group.

Jotaro can be covered in any part he's in. His dragon, Star Platinum, changes colors. In part 4 iteration settles on blues and light purples with gold highlights. It's unknown why this dragon's scales change colors, it may be due to age.

Now I'll speak about Kira and Killer Queen. Still able to do everything the stand does, Killer Queen takes on a feline-like dragon. Still a vicious dragon with light pink scales and piercing red eyes... but it's feline in nature. Playful like a cat... but a deadly hunter like its Master. The frills by its head replicate cat ears and its face admittedly looked cuter than most dragons. It likes to be left alone most of the time.

However... it is still capable of carnage when ordered.

#yandere jjba dragon rider au

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artistic-shapeshifter · 5 months

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Faes of the Stars

Here's the first bit of my au story! Rather short but this story is separated in 3 chapters for now, then I plan to post short story adventures and drabbles to explore the world and au while I think on the actual story more. Enjoy~!

Chapter 1:

Faes Lost

The harsh wind of the storm abused the foliage of the forest, the rain falling in sheets. The only source of light was the occasional strike of lightning.

One pink dragon, colored like the aurora, panted hard as she held an egg to her chest, another youngling in her mouth. She looked left and right as if searching for something. She then darted into a large bushy canopy, hidden off the path. She set the egg down and then her youngling

“Eclipse, I need you to stay right here with your sibling,you understand me?”

“B-but mom-“

“Please sweetheart! This is the best way I can keep you safe! I’ll come back for you as soon as I can. I promise…”

“W-will you be ok?”

“Of course my little one…” she had pressed noses with the drakling and licked his face.

“Please, don’t move and don’t make a sound, use the mud and flowers to mask your scent and keep your glow down, you hear me? Those cats mustn’t catch a sniff or sound of you.”

“I understand mom..”

“Good…I’ll get the Queen and be back by the morning light…stay safe and stay quiet..”

The dragon had then fled, leaving her babies hidden and leading away the cats that hunted them.

“COME HERE FAE!!”

“TRESPASSER! YOU DRAGONS KNOW THE DEAL! ZYTRIX WILL HAVE YOUR WINGS!!”

Eclipse whimpered quietly as the yelling died down. The thickness of the trees protected him and his unborn sibling from the cold and rain. Eclipse curled around the egg, shutting his eyes and dozing off to wait for his mothers return…

But she never did…

Hours passed. Night become morning, morning became afternoon. Afternoon became evening

Another large beast strolled through the mud and wet grass. Another dragon, furry with the face of a canine. Her sea green eyes scanned the area. The storm had done its damage.

Her large ears suddenly flicked when she heard a sound and blinked. She knew the cat clan was here…she could smell them everywhere.

Lowering her body to prepare for an attack in case she needed to, she crept toward the sound slowly…she peeked into the foliage…and stared wide eyed at the sight in front of her. A young drakling, a rusty gold color with a black stripe down its black, large orange frills on the sides of its head, surrounding like a Lion, and the frilled crest on top, blue and purple in color. She took note of the insect like wings and antennae. It was curled around something too…practically protecting it.

A young Fae dragon…out here? What had happened to the others, she wondered. It was then the youngun took notice of the intruder and gasped before trying to hide more into the canopy.

“Hey hey…easy there.” She crooned softly. “You lost hun? Ya need help? Where’s your momma?”

Eclipse gulped, wrapping his tail around the egg. “I-I don’t know…she said she’d be here but…” the little starry fae dragon’s gold and red mismatched eyes watered at the thought that entered his mind next.

“I…I think the cats got her…”

The draconic hound pinned her ears back. Zytrix’s group…the territorial felines would demand food or a life toward anyone that trespassed in their lands.

“It’s okay honey…” she assured. “My names Ana, what’s yours?”

“E-E-Eclipse…”

“Eclipse huh? That’s a strong name. Why don’t you come with me Hm? I can bring ya right to the queen of dragons herself and we’ll figure something out. Get some warm food in yer belly too. Does that sound good?” Ana asked, keeping a soft smile on her muzzle.

Eclipse lifted his head, opening up a bit more to the dragoness standing over him. He nodded slowly, feeling the grumbling start up in his belly at the mere mention of a good meal.

Ana hummed a chuckle, she noticed what Eclipse had been protecting this whole time too. A single egg. Blue and gold with sparkles like stars. She frowned lightly.

“That your baby brother or sister huh?”

Eclipse looked down at the egg and nodded.

“Mom wanted me to keep them safe…”

Ana nodded. “You’re very brave hun…may I?” She asked, holding out a paw. Eclipse looked at it, seeming to think…then he nodded and uncurled around the egg. Ana took it in her arm and held it to her chest, against her warm fur.

“Okay, are you able to walk honey? Or should I carry you?”

Eclipse shook his head, his frills shaking slightly from the movement. “I can walk!”

Ana smiled and chuckled again at the draklings willingness to do things himself.

“Alright, stay close to me. Let’s get you somewhere safe hm?”

Eclipse nodded again, rather happy to be with someone willing to help and protect them. He trotted alongside Ana as she led him out of the forest and toward the kingdom.

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