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Primetober Day 7: Alone in the Universe, with all extra prompts (Autophobia, Isolation, and Weaponised Abandonment Issues)
Sci-Fi AU. Mad scientist Dream, training his beloved creation Tommy, finds out that he’s terrified of being alone, and realises he can use that to his advantage. Warnings for severe dehumanisation (Dream literally sees Tommy as an animal), some body horror from non consensual body modification, human experimentation, abuse, isolation, imprisonment, drugging, conditioning, codependency, and references to forcing people into dangerous situations.
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—— When Dream entered the lab, Tommy was crying.
Curled up in the corner of his cage, he was hunched over, trying to make himself as small as possible despite his hulking size. His stinger-like tail was wrapped around himself protectively, the venom-filled stinger at the end only stopped from breaking his skin by the thick, dark fur covering patches of his skin erratically. His eight eyes were scrunched shut, yet even that wasn’t enough to hide their glow.
Interesting. Very, very interesting.
“Hi, Toms.” Dream spoke softly and calmly, like he was speaking to a child. Tommy usually hated it- same with the stupid nickname- but his ears pricked up the second he heard Dream’s voice, eyes snapping open and painting the lab in bright blue as he smiled, or as close as was possible with his disfigured maw.
Unable to stand up on two legs, both due to his twisted form and the smallness of the cage, he raced forwards on clawed hands and cloven hooves, immediately racing towards Dream’s side, scrambling so fast he collided face first with the hard light bars. Dream chuckled, reaching a hand into the container and scratching behind his ears like he was a puppy. Not even trying to hide his instincts, Tommy thumped his tail against the floor violently, flapping his hands and purring.
“I didn’t think you’d come back,” he said, voice distorted and blurry through his new vocal chords. Dream had made sure that he’d be able to speak with them, of course. While a weapon didn’t need to speak, he quite liked his test subject, enough to grant him a name, which he’d reluctantly accepted over Subject 193. Still, it was a surprise- ever since he’d gotten his new mouth, perfect for crushing tanks and drones, he’d refused to talk, just sitting there staring.
Dream laughed. “What’s gotten into you?” Tommy was always a fighter- that was what made him perfect for the process. Earlier subjects, the timid and weak, faltered. Tommy’s defiance and spark, more than being entertaining and making him an enjoyable conversation partner, meant he was able to not only survive but thrive throughout the experiments. Seeing him like a lost puppy was bizarre, to say the least.
Tommy blinked. “I didn’t think you’d come back,” he repeated like it explained everything.
It had been a few days, Dream supposed, but he’d left Tommy with plenty of food. Even if he hadn’t, the alterations to his internal biology could let him go weeks at a time without a drop of water or a bite of food as long as he didn’t do anything strenuous. It just didn’t make sense- Dream would kill for a few days alone in his lab, without Punz constantly coming in to bug him about the next shipment of weapons or dropping off new subjects, and he liked Punz. Tommy always insisted that he hated Dream, so why wasn’t he happy about that?
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
“Are you scared of being alone?” Dream asked, his mouth quirked into an amused grin. The idea that Tommy, angry and violent and insistent he didn’t fear any pain, could be so easily reduced to an obedient attack dog just by a few days alone, was both hysterical and deeply useful. After all, Tommy wasn’t just Dream’s personal lab rat; he had a purpose to serve, and while his strong will was important, so was directing that towards the correct purposes.
Unlike the other living subjects, Tommy wasn’t going to be a bonus attack dog for Punz or a gift to anyone else who’d give Dream rare genetic samples to study, of course. Tommy wasn’t the first of the successes, but he was absolutely Dream’s magnum opus, handling the most mutations far more gracefully than many subjects that only had about one or two major changes. More importantly than that, he was the closest thing Dream really had to a friend- at least in the long months Punz was away on mercenary jobs- and therefore, he’d kept him as a pet and his own personal bodyguard.
After all, it’s not like he was a person anymore. That was the kindest arrangement possible for a beast built to kill.
Reluctantly, Tommy nodded his head, eyes glancing to the floor in embarrassment as his slit pupils dilated. Dream couldn’t help but grin at how expressive Tommy always was. He was aware that most people probably found him terrifying, a beast in a vaguely human shape, but as far as he was concerned, he was as adorable as the kittens he used to have as a child, if not more so.
Petting Tommy’s head again, Dream fished for the remote in his pocket for Tommy’s collar. A shock collar, of course, would have been cruel. Not to mention stupid- wild animals bite back if cornered, after all. No, this was more sophisticated, a design of his own. As he pressed the button, a concoction of chemicals was injected through the heavy skin of Tommy’s neck, sending an immediate batch of endorphins and serotonin into his system. It was a way to cause an instant feeling of satisfaction and happiness and served as a far more effective way to get Tommy to behave.
The carrot certainly held more use than the stick, after all.
Tommy chirped happily, his eyes squeezing shut in the closest approximation to a smile he could make. Dream continued to scratch behind his ears, before moving his hands to scratch at the base of his first set of horns. “Good, good. Very good, Tommy.”
“I’m not-“ Tommy said in protest, struggling to make sounds outside of the involuntary chirps and purrs out his mouth. “I’m not a fuckin’ dog, man. You don’t have to treat me like one.”
“Well, you’re not human, are you?” Dream said, the argument pre-prepared in his head. Subjects always got so insistent about it, so he needed to have a quick refutation. Extreme stress made the process much more dangerous. “Your mind and your body are different now. Tommy, if you’re not going to let me take care of you, who will? Everyone who looks at you would think of you a monster. Isn’t it better for me to treat you kindly?”
Tommy blanched, the dull grey of his skin turning white. “They- they already abandoned me, before I was…”
“Shh, shh. You know we don’t talk about ‘before’. This is who you are now. You’re Tommy, you’re my creation, you’re mine. Don’t worry about ‘before’, Tommy. This is your life now. Is that so bad?”
“Yes! No. I dunno.” Tommy whined, pulling away with a start like a kicked puppy. “I hate you.”
“Do you want me to leave-“
“No! No, no, no, please. Don’t go, Dream. Please.” Tommy hit him with the puppy-dog eyes, far more effective than any puppies could ever be, considering he had eight of them. “I’ll be your weapon, or whatever the fuck, if you just stay.”
Dream chuckled. “Chill out, Toms. It was just a joke. This is my lab, idiot. I got a new order from Punz, anyway, I’m gonna be spending all day here. Since you’re talking now, we could chat, even.”
“Oh.” Tommy made a whining noise again, a frustrated one, as he tried to hide behind his matted blond hair- one of the few things remaining from the original human boy that had become Tommy, along with the electric blue of his eyes. “Yeah, I knew that.”
“Sure you did.” Dream shrugged, before pressing a button to dissipate the cage into nothing. Tommy blinked, unused to being allowed free, as Dream sat at his desk, fiddling over the next weapon design.
“Heel.” Dream said absently, and Tommy stayed still for a second before, reluctantly, slinking over to sit beside Dream, allowing him to run his fingers through his fur, something to keep his hands busy as he drafted new ideas in his head at a million miles per hour. He sent another dosage of reward chemicals through Tommy’s system at the obedience, smiling. “See, you know your place now, don’t you?”
“Shut up,” Tommy growled. “I just-“
“Don’t want to be alone?” Dream laughed. “Then be a good test subject, and you’ll never have to leave my side. I might even let you meet Punz. I mean, he’s very interested in how strong you are. You should be grateful I keep you here, instead of sending you off to die alone on the battlefield.”
Tommy was quiet, looking to the ground with a conflicted look. Still, he stayed still, like a trained attack dog. He truly was Dream’s most perfect specimen.
Today was going to be a productive day.
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Hiya! I really love your takes on Casey and his dynamic with the others. I’m curious what your take would be if Casey got mutated into something monstrous and, for some reason, it couldn’t be reversed? Whether the mutation messed up his mind or his humanity is still intact. How do you think everyone in that situation would react?
Aw thanks I'm glad you've been enjoying them 😊.
Oooo interesting idea.
I can see it happening in the context of either Casey has handed himself over, using his dad's history with the purple dragons and them wanting revenge as a bargaining chip.
So that they spare his friends and take him instead.
Or in a situation like with the Rat King where he was kidnapped and people were being experimented on.
He stood out, tried to save people and in turn was made an example of.
Something like that.
Either way he's mutated in a situation where the others were too late to save him.
And for some reason to me it's some kind of wolf abomination.
He's quite literally a caged beast.
Everything Casey was afraid he would become.
A bloodthirsty monster.
An attack dog.
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Everyone is horrified.
Guilty.
Enraged.
All they want is to bring him back home.
But Casey sees nothing but red in that moment, he roars and attacks.
He's in pain, he's confused, he doesn't know what else to do.
And there all fighting him, on defensive just trying to get through to him.
They don't even know if he has humanity left.
.... Until his phone rings.
It was left in a bag of his stuff just cast aside.
Voicemail goes on... And it's Angel.
His baby sister.
Telling him she's having a great time with her friends and how she saw a rabbit that reminds her of him.
.
And Casey just freezes.
Someone's yelling at him to fight but he just doesn't move.
All his attention is on her voice.
"An... Gel..."
And that's how they know he's still in their.
His mind is messed up, he doesn't even know who they are... But he recognises her instantly.
.
But it can't be reversed.
Donnie works day and night, April right beside him in the lab but their is no cure.
The mutagen they used had some unknown impurity to it, and without knowing what it is...
.
When Casey realises what he's become... He runs.
He's terrified.
He's just a kid.
A scared little kid who wants to go home.
His entire life has changed.
For the first time in his life Casey can't bare the burdens of his world alone.
.... And there all there to fight and remind him he's not alone.
He's family.
Nothing will ever change that.
There all there for him.
They give him his space.
.... And welcome him in open arms when he cautiously tries to come back.
"Welcome home, Casey Jones"
Even a giant Splinter still is able to hug his son in his arms.
And that's all it takes for Casey to sob.
To break down.
To greive the life he's lived and what he's become.
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today and every day we remember the time when teenage kakashi disobeyed a directive from the hokage, broke into foundation headquarters, attacked danzo’s henchmen, defied the man who tried to have him assassinated, and nearly got himself executed for treason in order to liberate someone he barely knows and who recently tried to murder him and who has never in thirteen years been treated like anything other than a test subject or a secret weapon
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arieso226 · 4 years
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The Animal Manifesto
NO. 1
Aristotle wrote, ‘’Nature proceeds little by little from things lifeless to animal life in such a way that it is impossible to determine the exact line of deformation, nor on which side thereof an intermediate form should lie.’’ (Book VIII, pg.6) to compare this to his hierarchy the ‘’The Great Chain of Being’’ in his book, ‘’The History of Animals, where humans are at the top, and slaves and non-human animals are at the bottom, justifying the subjugation and oppression of these beings. But that isn’t fact, it’s just a theory to support this type of biased reasoning at the time. In this essay, or manifesto, I will explore my four main steps that I believe will benefit all animals, humans, and the environment.
 NO.2
    The discussion about the cruel treatment of animals, particularly agricultural animals like cows, chickens and pigs, and the harmful effects it has on our society and on the environment is still talked about now. In her paper called In Defense of Slavery, sociologist, Marjorie Spiegel compares the suffering of animals and humans. For example, chickens cramped in cages, stacked on top of each other, to the slaves in the south. The comparison of non-human animals to humans isn’t the right way to make the point across that we need to liberate all animals that we use for food from these machine-type farms, because comparing animals to captive human beings is wrong.
      The difference between non-human animals and humans, are what early scientists has described as, ‘’The argument to prove that the reason why animals do not speak as we do is not that they lack the organs but that they have no thoughts; (Humans) We all have moral status because we *think*. If animals think, they must use language. Humans who do not speak use symbolic language to express original thought.’ (Descartes, 1646). This type of thinking is why for centuries the abuse of animals has gone on for so long, and it has only caught attention during the last two decades. 1) My point is, all animals, including humans, share the Earth and we must co-exist to help protect it. Since we can speak, we believe we are the superior species, and even then, we feel that way and dominate other races of humans, anyone or anything we feel that is ‘other’.
   NO.3
  All animals have a right to life, even the right to bodily integrity, Regan, (pg.25) ‘’If animals have rights, and if rights are the trump card in the moral game, their rights override any benefits, real or imagined, we have gained, or stand to gain, from using them in biomedical research.’’ And this is something I agree to. Utilitarianism, the practice of maximizing the good stuff and minimizing the harm, and is connected to animal welfare, is the complete opposite. (Bentham, pg.9) The liberation of all animals, from zoos, farms, circuses, labs, etc. is, in my opinion, the moral way. I understand the reasoning behind using animals as test subjects for research and medical cures, but I know there are other ways to cure diseases. All animals deserve to be in there, natural habitat, and it is not fair for us to be keeping them in tanks and simple four inch. rooms with the door locked. The only animals that should be involved with humans are domestic dogs, cats and birds, etc. Simply because they wouldn’t survive in the wild, since they are descended from actual wild animals.
       In Marc Beckoff’s, The Animal Manifesto, one of the reasons he uses to envision the world a better place is, ‘’Connection breeds caring; alienation breeds disrespect,’’ is one very important step we humans must learn if we want instill peace, for all living beings. For example, humans express lighter emotions, especially to dogs and cats, animals we normalize and see as pets, whereas we express extreme dislike and contempt to many animals, like rats, pigeons, reptiles, bugs and even some dogs, like the pit bull. For example, during the late 1800’s, the English Sparrow was one of the most documented problem animals of that time. ‘’The English Sparrow is a curse of such virulence that it ought to be *systematically attacked and destroyed’’,  (U.S Department of Agriculture, 1889). The hatred of this particular bird stem from moral attributes, rather than scientific ones. They are foreigners, they attack American birds, there character is disreputable, and they need to be controlled as foreigners.  Humans also show contempt to other humans, those of a different race and different culture. We still don’t understand one another, and so we make up stereotypes from one person we’ve met, and suddenly that stereotype is placed on the whole race of people, alienating and disrespecting a whole people. It leads to social problems, fear, and occasionally, death, toward the oppressed.
  NO. 4
  The environment is the most important place we all have to take care of, and it fits into my thinking of the human-animal relationship because we are the cause for its downfall. The Rain forest in South America is nicknamed, ‘The lungs of the Earth’’ for a reason, and every day it is getting destroyed, or cut down to make room for more land, which is damaging to animals’ habitats and the ecosystems, and to ourselves. We dominated and distanced ourselves from nature.  The only reason why it is affected is because humans are destroying the natural order. The Meat and Dairy industry is giving land animals’ products displaying scientific substances inside it to speed up the process of killing for consumption. The animals, on the one hand, excrement is filled with nitrogen, and when that piles up all together, the air is affected.
The main reason, alongside the obvious reasons, for global warming is because of how much meat and dairy, we are consuming. As long as there is a want and need for meat, global warming will always be a problem. Wanting to eat meat is not a horrendous thing, seeing that humans are omnivores. But there is simply no reason to speed up the natural process for killing these animals by mixing drugs with their food. Most humans know about the daily abuses these animals go through, but we ignore the social world, so we don’t see it, and we sanitize everything, and it lets us off the hook. This is called the toilet assumption, (Spiegel, 1988). In my opinion, we can improve the way we treat animals, even land animals. We can do better, the way we treat others, we can show more compassion and love to everyone and everything. And my final point is again from (Beckoff, 2010) and that is acting compassionately helps all beings and our world. Showing compassion to animals and to non-human animals can definitely affect our day-to-day understanding of the world. We all have our own personal beliefs, and it’s okay to disagree, but respectfully.
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the experiments behind closed doors (the sisters) a WKTC story
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my grammar and punctuation aren’t the best i hope you can understand 
as for a second warning this story is extremely dark it goes into details about the experiments the character dark mark also known as actor mark dose on two faunus sisters you have been warned i hope you enjoy the story! click the read more link for some extra info about this story 
experiment log: entry number 7 (the twin sisters) 
“this is mark Edward fischbach ...thanks to the help of rd. walts and Salem i was able to acquire two child sized tubes i also have the equipment to continue my experiments each experiment i attempt proves different results”
“the first 3 experiments attempted were complete failures subjects 1 and 2 died before transformation could even began dying from complete organ failure and blood loss what a pity.... it has been noted those with much stronger aura can endure much more punishment and can handle the transformation”
“subject 3 a spider faunus they seemed very promising at the start able to handle the torture and tests at first even the transformation into a skull fanger began with success sadly though in the middle of the transformation the subject appeared to die from complications with the venom beginning to be produced in the lower buttock the accelerated growth killed the man with in a few days once dead all further transformation stopped at a halt i learned that a subject needs to be alive for the transformation to fully take place”
“subjects 4 and 5 we’re more of a success but still... somewhat failures subject 4 was fed given water hell survived the transformation but... still remained enough of their mind to cry in a somewhat human voice and still had one human like arm left over from the transformation subject was terminated in fear they would over time gain their mind fully back subject 5? well subject 5 I've already well documented and has been ONE OF MY MOST SUCCESSFUL EXPERIMENTS YET!”
in the audio log recorded by mark he could be heard laughing loudly in a sadistic voice 
“... the dog turned into a complete beowolf alpha the only thing that remained of who she once was? hmm nothing major just a different colored pair of ears with this experiment i also sewed the woman's mouth closed while she was still somewhat faunus like and when she fully transformed her mouth had grown in to be unable to be opened leading to the newly formed beowolf alpha to be completely silent but still violent in nature they have no pack of their own”
“experiment number 6....  it would have been a most likely successful experiment if it weren’t for GOD DAM ABE COMING IN KNOCKING OUT THE TWO WHO ARE MEANT TO HELP GUARD THE MANSION THAT STUPID TRAITOROUS BITCH KILLED HER... now i have to watch my back knowing Abe will probably get help with taking me down but i know Salem won’t let that happen”
“but now onto my most recent experiment shall i?”
“day 1 Monday 10 am in the morning Dr. walts and hazel had brought the equipment into my home hazel of course was doing all the heavy lifting he didn’t know what all this stuff was for but thankfully did not question it Dr. walts had me sign a few things i payed him ten thousand Len hazel finished bringing the equipment in after 30 minutes before leaving Dr. walts gave me up to 50 gallons worth of the goop from one of the Grimm pits i thanked him and he soon left”
“day 1 Monday 12 pm me and my butler Benjamin had finished installing the equipment and now i waited in my lab telling Benjamin to go get the shipment that was due about now Benjamin was about to leave but i heard... emerald try and offer to get it for him he tried to deny but i came out i gave emerald a dark look but let her go get it she returned an hour later carrying it in struggling a small bit”
“she didn’t know what was inside but from the look on her face she clearly didn’t like what it was now why did she want to go and get my shipment? well she wanted to let Benjamin have some time to relax plus she did need some fresh air that girl likes to thing i am an idiot... she really left to get some time away from me thats why she took so long hmm... i do understand why she might want to stay away from me after what happened between me and her a few weeks ago hell... she was still healing from the incident”
“day 1 Monday 2 pm i had opened the create and let the two twin girls out of it they were two sheep faunus it seemed i gave them food and what else but they begged for their lives and asked to be brought home to their parents what pathetic little animals they’d be much better being what they should be treated as TWO MONSTERS WHO ARE ONLY GOOD FOR KILLING OR BEING KILLED BY SOME HUNTER OR HUNTRESS”
“of course i ignored them and after they finished eating at 2:30 pm i began the torture from the hours of 2:30 pm to 6 pm after torturing them they were given food and water inside bowls they didn’t deserve to eat like A HUMAN WOULD”
“Tuesday day 2 12 pm... i came into my personal lab and saw one of the girls outside her cage she seemed to have picked the lock with her hair pin i had not noticed before however the other girl was still in the cage hell she even tried to re lock it behind her sister my my she was so quick to rat her sister out her sister was about to yell at her younger sibling but i quickly grabbed onto her shirt and punched her till her nose was broken i snapped the nose back in place and shoved her back into the cage”
“the one girl who stayed in the cage i decided to reward with a small chocolate for staying where she belonged why would i do such a thing she was a rat after all well i wasn’t just feeling nice i liked how she knew there was no point in trying to escape i can respect a faunus when they know their place”
“hmm as for the other girl? well i damaged her skull with my attack i found out after an x ray scan that taught her not to try it again”
“Tuesday day 2 3 pm i came back and decided it was finally time to test out my new equipment”
“i had the girls undress into a pair of grey bras and panties i did look away after all i am still a gentlemen and well i might be a monster to Abe but i am no kiddie diddler that was too low even for someone like me after they changed i carefully set up some oxygen tanks outside the machinery and attached an oxygen mask onto both the girls not just that i carefully cut some holes into their necks and attached some feeding tubes along with IV drips into their arms”
“by 4 PM i had the terminals set up i made sure my equipment was working correctly the IV drips were working and the feeding tubes were working fine i then activated the submerge button filling both their tanks up top to bottom with the goop”
“thanks to my new equipment i could use cameras from inside the tanks to record for me how they changed over prolonged exposure to the strange goop that filled their tanks so i wouldn’t need to lift a finger besides replacing their IV bags and refilling their food and air”
“and thus the experiment finally began”
“day 3 Wednesday time doesn’t matter but it was early in the morning the first change began their skin began to change black i decided to still run a test on them both for the trouble making sister i carefully reached into her tank and put on some underwater headphones and exposed her to a constant broadcast of horrible sounds making her listen to the screams of past experiments begging for help and made her listen to myself constantly telling her she's useless no one loves her reminding her that her own flesh and blood betrayed her this seemed to have caused her to struggle with in the tank and her mind to be filled with anger depression and fear”
“as for the one who seemed to want to follow orders? i did the same thing however! i let her listen to peaceful music animal noises and words of encouragement on loop i made one feel loved and one feel hated and worthless wondering if this would affect their change”
“day 4 Thursday the next change seemed to have taken place over night the one given the negative feedback had her skull showing her skin slowly being removed from her face her eyes already a deep red and a glow starting in her mouth the top of her skull was partly cracked and hell her ribs along with her spine seemed to be starting to pop out of her chest”
“it seems the negative feedback was turning her into an apathy”
“as for the one with the positive feedback? her face was beginning to turn into a giant hole at the top of her head the sides of her face and the bottom of her chin their started to grow these large sharp almost spike like bones using her skull as a base i carefully used one of the mini cameras and looked into her mouth in her throat it was beginning to stretch out and appearing inside was 4 smaller spikes and of course everything was starting to turn into a deep glowing red” 
“... it seemed the one who was being treated good being fed candy and other foods that might cause acid reflex began transforming into a blind worm but oddly enough although she was starting to show signs of growth she wouldn’t fully fill the tank she would be a much smaller verion of the blind worm it must have been the fact she was still a child that made the growth only go so far”
“day 5 Friday food was no longer required for the one girl her arms were shrinking in size but growing in length and her fingers becoming very sharp and no skin left just bone her midsection near her pelvis area began to rip and tear soon creating holes see thru holes in the skin her eyes were now cold and red and it was beginning to be hard to tell she was even female let alone a faunus at this point hmm... though something odd happened because the fact she was once a sheep faunus her blackened skin was beginning to grow a black coat of fur her head was even beginning to be covered in it not much but enough to cover up the cracks speaking of her pelvis despite blood coming from it the bone had started to cover it like how an apathy’s pelvis is covered in an odd triangular bone her ribs had fully covered her chest at this point” 
“as for the other girl her face had fully transformed along with her head her arms and legs also seemed to slowly being converted into extra skin and a bony armor for her worm like body the headphones were removed from both at this point very carefully this girl didn’t need her breathing mask anymore her growth was starting to come to a halt but her body didn’t stop transforming yet however unlike her sister she was almost fully transformed and she wasn’t growing the weird wool like fur just a slimy coat of skin that seemed to burn my skin a bit upon touch” 
“a week later me and Benjamin loaded the Grimm onto my personal ship given to me as a present for my 20th birthday we kept the Grimm in the tubes as their transformation was complete they needed to be released thankfully the tubes were strong enough to hold them both”
“the older sister was a fully formed apathy the only thing that made her different from most apathy was the sheep like coat so she was dropped off in a small abandoned town in a frozen wasteland by dropped off i mean we were in the air we opened the hatch and let her crash to the ground letting glass break and her to escape hell it seemed their were a few apathy their already they didn’t seem to attack her i would have loved to stay and watch hell i am sure walts would have loved the footage but it was much to dangerous i knew what apathy were capable of”
“the younger sister was a very small blind worm fully transformed but no where near the size of a blind worm found in the wild though doesn’t mean she was small just means she barely was bigger than the standard huntress she was dropped off in a desert climate we did the same thing dropping her high enough so the glass would break but she wouldn’t be killed on impact of course after escaping she tried to shoot an acid like projectile at us but we escaped with barely any damages to the ship” 
“hmm i am disappointed in the fact these Grimm are never perfect but hopefully these differences would help them in combat one way or another perhaps these differences might even make them more deadly in some ways” 
“this is mark Edward fischbach otherwise known as dark mark signing off”
the audio diary ends 
this story is number 1 of 4 stories that will be released leading up to the anniversary of who killed markiplier 
this story was inspired by the comic series handplates by zara i hope you all enjoyed! 
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ratwrites · 5 years
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Dog Days :REQUEST:
Requests.
Masterlist.
Request by Anon: can you make an animal version of captain america???
Summary: Instead of being frozen for 70 years Steve is found by a group of Hydra agents. They want to turn him into the perfect soldier but instead turn him into a lab rat. They accidentally turn Steve into a dog. He escapes the Hydra base and makes his way back to civilization. After a few months of wandering around he is finally taken in by none other than the Stark family. If only they knew that their dog was Steve Rogers.
Warnings: Cursing, very brief NSFW for literally like a few seconds. 
Pairing: Some form of Stony or Superfamily lmao
Word Count: 3,308
A/N: I’m not sure this is what you were looking for but this kinda popped into my head and I couldn’t shake it ;; Also sorry it took FOREVER
Ice. Cold. Cold. Ice. Ice. Freedom! Warmth. Blinding lights. He woke up abruptly to find an artificial light shining down on him. He tried to move, but his hands and legs were restrained and he was far too weak to break free. “The Captain is awake! Quick! Get the doc!” Someone yelled, in a language that Steve understood slightly. He was suddenly surrounded by strangers their hands grabbing his arms and legs. Another man entered the room standing tall over Steve. He knew that face.
“Welcome back Captain.” His accent was thick and hard to understand in Steve’s current state. Steve opened his mouth to speak, but his throat cracked uncomfortably. He hadn’t realized how much he wanted something to drink until he tried to speak.
“Relax Captain. Everything will become clear soon,” the man purred. Steve flinched as something sharp poked into his neck. Everything became fuzzy. The grip on his body was released.
“Rest Captain,” Was all he remembered.
Steve woke up with a start as hands ran across his golden fur. He raised his head and glanced toward the direction the hand was coming from. He perked his ears slightly as the sight of his friend, Tony. He let out a soft yip as Tony stood up and walked away. He’d watched Tony grow up. He’d do anything for Tony. Steve stood to his paws and stretched letting out a wide yawn. “Tired boy?” Tony asked, pacing around his lab. Steve let out another soft yip. He padded over to Tony nudging against his leg with his head. Tony said nothing as he walked away from Steve. Steve followed with a prance.
Tony picked up a few things from the other side of the lab and walked back to where he had been. Tony was always working. Steve walked around the lab taking in the scents around him. One scent caught his attention. It was new. Steve stuck his head forward and sniffed guiding himself to the smell. It made his mouth water. He found himself at the base of one of Tony’s large storage cabinets. He pressed his nose against the lowest one the scent flooding his nose. He pawed at it. “Steve!” Tony called, making him jump slightly. Tony let out a chuckle and walked over to him.
“I can’t hide anything from you can I?” He opened the drawer and pulled out a silver bag. The scent followed the bag. Steve looked up at Tony and sat down.
“Don’t you do it,” Tony warned. Steve let out a soft whine and pulled his sad face. His ears hung low along with his head. He let out another whine as he stared up at Steve with his stunningly blue eyes.
“Dammit Steve,” he sighed. He opened the bag and pulled out a strange brown and red strip. It looked like bacon, but it didn’t smell like It. Tony dropped the strange food onto the floor and walked away. Steve jumped up and smelled the strip. After clearing its safety he snatched it from the floor and crunched it swallowed it down. He licked his lips in satisfaction. He walked back to Tony who hid the silver bag out of Steve’s reach. He whined.
“No more,” Tony said, looking down at him. Steve sat down next to Tony. He listened to him work and watched him. Steve’s ears perked as the door to Tony’s lab opened. He jumped up and raced to the door letting out a bark of happiness at the sight that entered.
“Hey Stevie!” Peter grinned, crouching down to pet Steve. Steve licked the boys hand happily accepting the pets.
“What are you doing here kid?” Tony asked, walking over to them.
“Uh- you asked me to come here after school,” Peter said, continuing to pet Steve. Tony let out a sigh of frustration.
“Damn, I forgot.. Sorry kid,” he sighed. Peter waved him off letting him know it was okay.
“Give me an hour or so-” Tony paused. “While you’re waiting, take Steve for a walk for me? He could use a good walk.” Tony asked. Peter’s face lit up. He stood upright.
“I’d be honored,” Tony rolled his eyes and walked away.
“Collar and leash is in that box,” Tony said. Peter moved quickly to the box and Steve followed. He sat down and allowed Peter to clip the collar around his neck. Peter held the leash in his hands.
“Come Steve!” He chirped, leaving the lab. Steve looked back at Tony briefly before following Peter.
Steve walked smoothly next to Peter his head raised high taking in the smells. Everytime he went out there were new smells to take in. The loudness of New York still hurt his ears, but he was getting used to it. “Want to go to the park?” Peter asked, looking down at Steve. He let out an affirmative bark stepping ahead of Peter slightly. Peter giggled and walked along with him. He enjoyed walking with Peter. As much as he loved Tony, he rarely took him out, not to mention that when he did he tended to pull too much on the leash.
On the way Peter stopped at a hot dog stand buying himself one and just a hot dog for Steve. He held the piece of food down to Steve. “Don’t tell Tony,” he smiled. Steve gently took the hot dog from Peter’s hand and scarfed down the evidence. They set off again for the park.
Once they’d reached the park Peter took a seat to give his legs a rest. With a simple command Steve laid down next to the bench. His tongue hung from the side of his mouth as he panted. A few people came by offering him pets. He accepted each of them with a soft yip. “Stevie, wanna play?” Peter asked, in a playful voice. Steve jumped up to face Peter his tail wagging wildly. Peter unclipped the leash and tied it around his waist. He walked away from the path and under the nearest tree. Steve stayed up by the bench and watched Peter in anticipation. Peter picked up and stick and held it high of his head. Steve prepared himself to chase it.
As soon as the stick left Peter’s hand he lunged after it. He took off and retrieved the stick. They repeated this a few times. Steve picked up the stick and turned back toward where Peter was standing. Shock stunned his body for a moment. A tall man stood talking to Peter. He could see Peter’s discomfort. The man’s face seemed familiar to him.
He tried to struggle against the bonds holding him. The table had been turned upright so that Steve could see the room around him. Lining one of the walls were cages filled with different kinds of animals. One caught his eye. In a cage at the bottom of the stack was a golden retriever. Its beautiful fur was cut short and he could clearly see cuts over the dog. It sickened him to see the animals is such poor condition. The door in front of him opened revealing the doctor he’d seen earlier. “Who are you?” He growled, pulling against the restraints on his wrists.
“That isn’t really necessary information, but if you must know, my name is Doctor Fischer,” he said, calmly. Steve recognized that name.
“Hydra’s number one DNA scientist,” he growled, lowly.
“Ah, so you do know who I am! It is an honor that the great Captain America knows me!” He said, sarcastically.
“Let me guess, you’re going to turn me into a frog,” Steve retorted. The doctor frowned.
“Oh on the contrary Captain, I have better plans for you,” he grinned, wickedly.
Steve jolted back into reality panic and anger washing over him. His eyes locked on the man and he ran toward him. He began to bark loudly baring his teeth in a snarl at the man. It made him take a step back. He let out a threatening growl backing the man away from Peter. “Steve! Steve down!” Peter yelped. Steve continued to growl his teeth still bared.
“I’d listen to him, dog,” the man said. Steve didn’t budge.
“Steve! Down!” Peter yelled. Steve finally closed his mouth and stepped back toward Peter. His fur was raised in defense.
“I’m so sorry, he’s never done this before,” Peter said, reaching down to pet Steve. The man looked down at Steve.
“It’s perfectly fine, I’m sure he’s just being protective of his boy.” Steve let out a soft growl leaning back against Peter’s legs.
“It was nice chatting with you young man. Take good care of- Mr. Rogers.” With that the man walked away. Peter crouched down and petted Steve.
“That guy gave me the creeps,” he muttered, running his hands through Steve’s golden fur. Steve returned to his happy self and licked Peter’s cheek. He clipped the leash to Steve’s collar and stood up.
“We should go.” Peter stood up and Steve followed as he began to walk.
Peter removed the leash and collar from Steve’s neck and placed it back in the box where he’d gotten it from. Tony was nowhere to be found. Steve stayed next to Peter as he wandered around the lab. “Cool!” Peter chirped. Steve watched as Peter went toward one of the tables.
“I see you found the new web-shooter,” Tony said, making both of them jump. Steve pranced over to Tony and nuzzled his head against his leg. He reached down and scratched Steve’s head.
“Mr. Stark! You’ll never guess what happened on our walk!” Peter squeaked, racing over to him. Tony tilted his head.
“So, we were walking right and we stopped and had a snack-” Tony scowled. “Anyway! We got to the park and we were playing fetch and this random old guy walked up to me and started talking to me about Steve. He was telling me how apparently he used to own Steve or like he created Steve or something and- and Steve practically attacked the guy!” Peter rambled.
“Whoa whoa, slow down Peter,” Tony said, holding up his hands. Tony glanced down at Steve who seemed content on watching Peter.
“It was so weird Mr. Stark. It was like Steve could feel what I felt toward the guy. He creeped me out,” Peter said, slowly. Tony’s mind reeled with ideas. “Peter, what did the guy look like?” Tony asked, curiously.
“Uh- tall, old, gray hair, had a weird scar across his forehead, and talked with an accent,” Peter answered. Tony frowned and walked toward one of his computers.
“Why?” Peter asked.
“Friday, show me our wanted list,” he said.
“Yes sir.” Pictures of different people appeared in the center of the room. Tony scrolled through them. Steve’s gaze landed on the man. His fur rose as he let out a low growl. Tony looked at Steve who was now stalking toward the picture with his teeth bared.
“That’s him!” Peter said, pointing at him.
“Doctor Calvin Fischer. He is- was a Hryda Scientist back in the day. He worked with animals mainly, trying to blend their DNA together to make new species,” he explained. Peter’s eyes widened in shock.
“It was said that he died years ago, but he’s been seen around,” Tony added. Steve kept his teeth bared.
“It’s odd that Steve is reacting to this man.. There is no possible way that he owned Steve. That would make Steve at least 30 or 40 years old,” Tony said, confused.
“When he left he called Steve something weird,” Peter said, quietly. Tony looked at him.
“He said take care of Mr. Rogers,” Peter said. Tony stared blankly at Peter for a moment.
“Rogers… Rogers?” Tony said. “Why would he call him-” Tony froze, his eyes widening.
“No way…” He gasped, in disbelief.
“What is it Mr. Stark?” Peter asked, approaching him.
“Steve, Steve Rogers,” He glanced at Steve who’s ears perked at the name.
“Wait- you mean Steve Rogers as in Captain America?” Peter gasped. Steve barked loudly and jumped slightly on his paws.
“When they found his plane they said that he wasn’t in it. They found signs that someone had been there before them..” Tony muttered, his eyes locked on the golden dog who was staring up at him.
“It can’t be possible..” he said, in disbelief. Steve barked again, approaching Tony.
“Your dog is Captain America, the Captain America!” Peter squawked, bouncing excitedly.
“Oh my God I’ve been feeding Captain America hot dogs,” he gasped, pressing his hands against his mouth.
“Peter!” Tony snapped. Peter fell silent.
“It isn’t possible. I’ve had Steve since I was a kid,” he said. Peter gave Tony a confused look.
“If you’ve had him since you were a kid… Then how is he still alive Tony?” Peter asked, calmly. Tony didn’t answer. He looked down at Steve again. Steve was still staring up at him. He crouched down in front of Steve and looked into his blue eyes. He’d always had a human look in his eyes. “If you are really Steve-” Tony paused. Steve sat down and scooted a little closer to Tony his ears perked.
“No, this is crazy,” Tony stood back up. Steve let out a loud bark that made Tony jump. He watched as Steve ran off to a hidden part of the lab. He returned dragging the Vibranium shield barely clenched in his jaws.
“Is that- his actual shield?” Peter freaked. Tony nodded.
“My father wanted me to take care of it,” Tony sighed. Steve dropped it down at Tony’s feet his paw resting on the metal. “And Steve..” He added, lowly.
Peter could barely contain his excitement. “We’ve got to figure out a way to change him back!”
“If he is actually Steve Rogers,” Tony added, doubtfully. Steve let out a soft growl.
“I’ll see what I can do..” He walked away from them and started working.
“You can take the web-shooter with you when you leave kid,” Tony added, glancing over his shoulder. Peter wanted to argue, but he knew it wasn’t going to end well. Steve whined as Peter gathered up his things and left the lab. Tony walked back over to Steve and took the shield from under his paw. “I’ll be needing this,” he said, walking away again. Steve padded after him and sat next to him while he worked.
Night fell quickly as Tony worked. Steve had taken his place on the dog bed which rested in the lab. His head was rested neatly on his paws with one ear cocked up. He stared down in disbelief at the dog. He’d been raised with the fluffy golden retriever, it was almost impossible to think that the man his father had been so determined to find had been under his roof all along. He let out a frustrated sigh as his experiment results came back negative. He dropped down into his chair with a heavy sigh. “Friday run more diagnostic tests, figure out what I did wrong,” he grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. A soft huff made him lift his head. Steve’s head was raised and his eyes met Tony’s. He sighed again and patted his leg. Steve stood and padded over to him. He sat down and rested his head on Tony’s knee. He stroked the dog’s head.
“What am I doing Steve?” He asked, watching as his fingers gently brushed through his golden fur. Steve let out a soft huff in response.
“Sir, I think I may have found something that will help us fix the Captain,” Friday said, drawing Tony’s attention away from Steve.
“And?” Tony asked.
“I’ll start making the serum right away sir,” she replied. Tony said nothing as he glanced back down at Steve. If this really was Captain Rogers, part of Tony didn’t want to change him back. Part of him couldn’t bare to let his dog go and replace him with a man that stole his father from him. He sighed again.
“I guess we’ll see, won’t we boy?” He patted Steve. Tony stood up.
“I’m going to try and get some rest, notify me if anything happens,” Tony ordered.
“Alright, goodnight sir,”
“Goodnight Friday.” Tony began to leave the lab quickly noticing that Steve hadn’t followed. He glanced back at the dog who was still sitting in the same spot his ocean blue eyes locked on Tony.
“Steve, come,” Tony called. Steve didn’t budge. He sighed walking out of the lab. Ever since he was a kid Steve had slept in the same room or the same bed as Tony. It drove his father mad because the golden dog refused to sleep anywhere that wasn’t near Tony. He chuckled at the memory. He walked to his room and slipped inside closing the door partly behind him. He left it cracked in case the golden dog decided to join him. He didn’t bother changing his clothes as he slipped into bed yawning. He made himself comfortable one of his hands falling on the empty space next to him. He pulled his hand away from the spot and curled up, letting sleep take him.
“Mr. Stark.” Tony jolted awake at Friday’s voice.
“What is it?” He groaned, rolling onto his back.
“I completed the serum and.. I think you should go to the lab-” she paused. “And bring some clothes with you,” she finished. Tony let out a sigh and rolled out of bed. He stretched as he stood before wandering around his room to gather some clothes. He managed to find a gray t-shirt, black sweatpants that were too big for him, and a pair of black socks. He trudged from his room and down the hall to the lab. The door unlocked with a soft click.
“Friday, why was the lab locked?” He asked.
“I think you should see for yourself,” she answered. He rolled his eyes and pushed open the door. His eyes went wide at the sight in front of him.
The figures bare body was turned away from him.
“What the shit?” Tony gasped. The figure turned to face him and Tony’s mouth dropped open in shock.
“Who are you? What’s going on? Where am I?” The man asked, swaying on his feet. Tony was glad that he was standing behind one of the tables.
“Easy Cap, what’s the last thing you remember?” Tony asked, carefully stepping toward Steve.
Steve gave him a warning glare.
“Where am I?” Steve snapped.
“You’re in New York; Avengers Tower to be exact,” he answered, taking another cautious step toward him.
“I’m not here to hurt you Steve,” he added, holding the handful of clothes out as he came to stand on the other side of the table. Steve took the clothes and quickly slipped them on. The pants fit perfectly unlike the shirt which was a little tight.
“Who are you?” Steve asked, taking a step back.
“Tony Stark,” Tony answered, taking a step back as well. Steve’s face was wracked with confusion.
“Are you related to Howard Stark by chance?” Steve questioned. Tony nodded in confirmation. “I’m his son,” Tony pointed. Steve’s brows knitted together as he frowned.
“How? Where is he?” Steve finally moved toward Tony.
“Howard Stark died in a car accident in 1991,” Tony said quietly. Steve’s expression quickly became more confused.
“I- I don’t understand..” Steve stuttered.
“It’s 2017,” Tony said, cooly. Steve stumbled back collapsing down into the nearest chair. Tony moved to Steve.
“You alright Cap?” He asked, gently touching his shoulder. Steve nodded hesitantly.
“C'mon Steve. You Need to rest. Tomorrow we can work on repairing your memory,” Tony said. Steve was hesitant but nodded again. He stood and allowed Tony to help him from the lab. This was going to a difficult transition, for the both of them.
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Description: (Y/N) was born and raised in her father´s mafia. She has always wanted to get out of the mafia life for as long as she can remember wanting to live a normal life. She get´s promised that on her 21st birthday she´s free to leave her father´s mafia, but on her 18th birthday, her present from her father is a marriage contract to none other than Min Yoongi, mafia leader of BTS.
Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader
Word count: 5028
Warnings: Language, drug abuse, violence
A/N: Hey what´s up everybody and I finally managed to upload this chapter. I would have done it way earlier today, but with school starting up again after spring break this week I have been really busy and I actually finished writing this chapter 30 min ago, sooo whoopsy.
With that being said I hope you will enjoy reading this and please leave me a comment or send me a message. I love seeing how much you guys love this series and I´m so happy for that so now I´m just gonna let you read this chapter <3
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Character Aesthetic, Chapter1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7(Final)
You slowly woke up and the first thing that hit you were the smell. It was moldy and disgusting as you scrunched up your nose in disgust. You were starting to hear voices call out something in the distance and you groaned out in response. The voices became louder and louder and you could slowly make out that it was your name they were calling.
You opened your eyes and to begin with, everything was just one big blur and you could barely make out the seven people sitting in front of you, up against a wall. You blinked hard a few times and saw that it was Yoongi and the rest of the members and their hands were handcuffed to some big pipes that ran along the wall.
“(Y/N)! Can you hear me? Are you okay?” Yoongi gasped out and you looked up at him. He had a black eye and his lower lip was split open and slightly swollen.
“Yeah, yeah I´m fine,” you answered him, your voice shaking a little bit by the shock of seeing your husband in this shape. You looked at the rest of the members and, to your horror, they were in the exact same condition as Yoongi were. They all had bruises placed all over their body and some had scrapes and cuts too.  
“What happened? Where are we?” you asked as you attempted to sit up, but you felt something heavy around your wrists and ankles. You looked down and saw big, chunky chains around them and they were attached to the wall behind you. They were heavy and it was hard to move around with them, but you managed to sit up.
“A rival gang attacked us, but I don´t know who or how they managed to break into the mansion,” Yoongi answered you. That´s when you remembered what had happened when you had been with Jimin out looking for either Jin or Sora for some painkillers. Someone had hit Jimin from behind and knocked him out and you passed out from inhaling chloroform. That´s when it hit you that you had seen a figure right before you passed out and it had looked a lot like Vijin, your father´s right-hand man.
But it couldn’t be him, could it? You thought to yourself. Why would he be in Yoongi´s mansion and why would he have kidnapped you and the other´s-?
That´s when a loud bang to your left, pulling you out of your thoughts and you looked over in the direction of the sound, and what you saw deeply terrified you.
Right beside you were Irene locked in a dog cage, wildly kicking at the door trying to open it. As you looked through the bars, you could see that Sohee and Sora were also locked in two dog cages. None of the cages were very big and they could barely sit up or stretch out their legs.
In horror you looked back over at Yoongi, hoping for an explanation, but he was staring intently at the door to Irene´s cage as if he concentrated hard enough he could open it with his thoughts. Irene kept kicking at the door while muttering curses under her breath.
Suddenly a door in the corner flew open, hitting the wall from the force that was used. It gave a loud bang that rattled through your head, giving you a horrible headache. A man walked into the room and he looked oddly familiar to you. He walked in a straight line over to Irene´s cage and smashed his fist down on top of it. He hit it with so much force that it left a dent in it, making it even harder for Irene to sit up. This made Namjoon yell out at the man and Irene only started kicking harder at the door while practically hissing at the man like a ferocious cat.
“Shut the hell up all of you,” the man yelled out. “You´re only making it worse for yourselves,” he added on.
“Why are you keeping us here?” Yoongi asked in a threatening voice, but it didn´t sound very threatening giving that he was sitting on cold, wet stone floors while being cuffed to some pipes. “What do you want from us? Who the hell are you even?” he continued, his voice raising with every question.
“That’s not my questions to answer,” the man snapped back before turning towards you. “Hello (Y/N), it´s good to see you again.”
His comment made a cold shiver run through your body and everybody turned to look at you. You felt very small under everybody´s gaze and you could clearly see how they all wanted some answers from you, but you didn´t have any. How did this man know you and what did he mean with ´seeing you again´? Yeah he looked familiar to you, but you still had no clue how and why that was.
“Oh you don´t remember me?” the man continued asking while walking closer to you. You tried getting away from him, pushing yourself over the cold floors with your legs, but the man only stepped on your chains, keeping you in place.
“Hey!” Yoongi yelled after him. “Get the fuck away from her!” but he only ignored Yoongi´s outburst and crouched down in front of you.
“I´m deeply hurt that you don´t remember me after all the time we spend together when you were little,” he pouted while taking a hold of the chains around your wrists and yanking your body towards him and that´s when it downed on you who he was.
When you were younger, your father sometimes brought you with him to his casino so you could get used to the feeling of being surrounded by dangerous men, it being part of your training so that you, in the future, could go out on missions. The man in front of you, whose name you now remembered to be Frank, was in charge of keeping an eye on you.
“You work as one of the security guards at my father´s casino,” you gasped out.
“That´s right sweet cheeks,” he almost purred out while grabbing your chin hard.
“Get the hell away from her!” Yoongi yelled after him, tugging hard on the handcuffs. You could see that he had scraped some of the skin on his wrists of, enough for blood to slowly start trickle down them, tainting them red.
Irene began kicking against the door to the cage again and Frank pushed you away from him, standing up and walking over to Irene.
“I think we need to calm you down a bit,” Frank said as he starred down at her. “Unless you can do that voluntarily?” he added on.
“Like hell I will,” Irene sneered out while scowling up at him.
“That´s what I thought,” Frank only commented, pulling a phone out of his pocket and calling someone. “Damien hello, I think I have the perfect lab rat for you,” he said into the phone after this Damien guy had picked up. The way he said ´lab rat´ sent a cold shiver through your body once again.
He hung up and put the phone back in his pocket before crouching down in front of the door to Irene´s cage. “We should get you ready now since Damien doesn´t like to wait once he gets here,” he taunted at her, opening the cage and griping onto her legs. He started pulling her out, but Irene thought hard to stay in the cage.
Everything was chaos now. Namjoon was roaring profanities at Frank. The rest of the guys were all trying to break free of their restraints, but they might as well have been trying to lift an elephant above their heads, both being completely pointless. Sohee and Sora were yelping out assuring words, telling her everything was gonna be okay, but it was hopeless and had the same effect as telling a person that was bleeding out that they would make it.
And you, what were you doing in all of this? All you could do was stare at what was happening. You were in complete shock that your father´s most trusted men had betrayed him like this. Frank was the best security guy at the casino and Vijin, because now you were one-hundred sure that it was him that you saw, was your father´s right handed man. What would your father do when he found out about this?
Your train of thoughts quickly came to a hold as a man now stepped into the room, carrying a small bag with him. You instantly recognized him as one of your father´s best drug lords,
What the hell is going on you frantically thought to yourself. Why were they all betraying your father like this? What had he done in the last few days to make them come to this? Kidnapping you, your husband Yoongi and his most important members of his gang.
“Damien help me with this one, she´s quite the rebel,” Frank urged at him. Irene held the bars of the cage behind her head so hard that her hands were completely white. She was flinging her legs around wildly to try and make Frank loose his grip around her ankles.
“You always had a problem with controlling women,” Damien chuckled out, putting the bag down on a table that was standing beside the door.
“Shut up and help me,” Frank only growled out at him as Irene now had freed one of her legs from his grip and was kicking down hard on his hand that was holding her other leg.
Damien walked up to where her hands was gripping onto the cage and gave her a hard kick over her fingers. Irene instantly loosed her grip on the cage, whimpering out in pain, making Namjoon thrash even harder against his handcuffs, and drawing blood from around his wrists too.
Frank quickly grabbed Irene´s ankles again, pulling her fully out of the cage and onto the ground. He let go of her ankles and went to grab her wrists so he could drag her over to the chair, but Irene quickly sprung up attacking his face, trying to scratch his eyes out.
She managed to scratch his cheeks, blood starting to trickle down them, before Damien was standing behind her, gripping her hair and flinging her around before smashing the side of her head down on the corner of the cage. It was a miracle that she didn´t pass out from how hard the impact between her head and the cage was, but she was swaying a lot completely deaf to Namjoon calling out her name. His yelling had turned into broken down pleas, the tears shinning bright in his eyes.
“STOP!” you suddenly yelled, surprising yourself with the strength it held. Both Damien and Frank were staring at you, their faces full of utter surprise before cracking into a smirk. There were completely silence in the room now, everybody staring at you. You looked up at Irene, her chin hanging down by her chest and barely holding herself together. “Why are you doing this? What will you be gaining from betraying my father like this?” you asked them, the strength slowly leaving your voice, making it slightly quiver at the end.  
Frank only smirked more at this, letting go of Irene´s arm before slowly walking over to you. “Oh sweet cheeks, who do you think gave us the orders to do this?” he sighed out and your jaw instantly dropped. Had your father really ordered them to do this? And why would he do that?
“Now, you just be a good little girl and stop interrupting us so we can put our little lab rat to good use. She´s gonna test out some new drugs that Damien here have been working on lately,” Frank continued chanting out. He started walking back to where Damien was holding Irene up and before you could think about it you had stuck out your leg out, making him trip over it, and falling hard to the ground. He quickly got back up again and turned around towards you, staring at you with fury burning in his eyes.
“You know what Damien,” he seethed in a low voice. “That one seems pretty calm right now,” he continued nodding his head in the direction of Irene. “Why don´t we put her to good use instead,” he was now kneeling down in front of you, pushing you hard against the wall with a hand pressed to your collarbones.
“Don´t you dare touch her!” Yoongi yelled out in anger, fighting even harder against his handcuffs, but it was pointless.
“That sounds like a brilliant idea,” Damien chimed in, both of them completely ignoring Yoongi. He let go of Irene and she fell hard to the ground.
“IRENE!?” Namjoon called out as soon as she hit the ground, but all he got back from her was a small groan. The tears had spilled over his eyes, staining his cheeks in the progress.
In the meantime, Damien had walked back over to the table, taking the back and pulling out a syringe and a small bottle containing some type of purple liquid. He unscrewed the lid and stuck the little needle in the liquid, drawing some of it from the bottle and into the syringe. He started walking towards where Frank had you pinned against the wall while checking for small air bubbles.
You were panicking now, struggling to get out of Franks grip on you. Your heart was thumping loudly in your chest and hard enough to make your chest hurt. It was hard to breathe and the anxiety of what was about to happen was ripping through your body. You were flinging your arms and legs around, in the progress hitting Frank directly in the groin making him gasp out in pain before he managed to compose himself again.
He slowly looked up at your eyes, clenching his fist and before you knew it, he punched you in the face. Stars were flashing before your eyes and the metallic taste of blood started to fill your mouth. You turned your head towards him again and, not wanting to go down without a fight, you spit him directly in the face with a mixture of your saliva and blood, but that only added fuel to the already blazing fire.
“You´re going to regret ever doing that you little bitch,” he seethed out through clenched teeth, drying your blood and saliva of his face with the sleeve of his shirt.
He pulled you away from the wall, pushing you down on your back and keeping your legs in place with his own. With his left hand, he grabbed your right arm, keeping it away from hitting him as Damien, who now had reached you, went to grab your left arm keeping it in place. Frank grabbed your throat, closing of your airways while Damien tied a small black string of fabric around your upper arm to make your veins stick out more so he could stick the needle in them easier.
You started pulling on your arm harder to get it out of his grip, but it was pointless. You were smaller and weaker than he was and before you knew it, he had already poked the needle through your skin and into the vein by your elbow.
You whimpered as Damien pulled the needle back out again and removing the string of fabric from around your arm. Both him and Frank let go of you and walked over to where Irene was laying, stuffing her back into the dog cage.
Your labored breathing was calming down now and you knew this was one hell of a drug since it was already pulling you into a high state. Your eyelids were heavy, every blink was a struggle and each time it took you longer to open them again. The voices around you became muffled, but you could faintly hear Yoongi yelling broken down pleas after you.
“(Y/N) look at me,” he whimpered and you were just barely able to lift your gaze up at him. “It´s going to be okay, you´re going to be okay, okay? Just hang in there-“ he continued, but the drug had completely taken over your body now, pulling you under and into complete darkness.
***
Everything was a haze every time you slowly woke up again. Frank and Damien kept drugging you up, sometimes the minute you woke up and sometimes waiting hours before doing so. You didn´t know how long you had been in that room or how many times they had drugged you, but you knew it weren’t more than a few times.
That being said, this was one hell of a drug because you were already addicted to it. The few times were there had gone hours by before they came back with more of the purple liquid, the withdrawals would be ripping through your body.
One minute you were freezing cold and the next you were burning up. You were sweating profusely and it was hard to breathe. All sounds were muffled to you and you couldn´t focus on anything for more than a minute at a time. It was horrible and you weren’t sure if you could make it through to the end, if there even was an end to all of this.
Every time you opened your eyes and looked at the others, they looked even worse than the last time you did. Sometimes Yoongi and the guys had new bruises and sometimes knew cuts and scrapes scattered all over their body. You had no idea what was happening to them as you were unconscious most of the time. Irene, Sora and Sohee didn´t look much better either. They didn´t have any bruises, cuts or scrapes on them, but every time they tried to move in the small cages, they whimpered or yelped out in pain. They had been in those cages, for god knows how long, without being able to fully stretch out any of their limbs.
Yoongi was calling out for all of you to stay strong and that you were going to make it through this, but that was easier for him to say than for any of you to believe so. He kept saying, with Namjoon chiming in sometimes, that the other members in his gang was going to be here soon and help you all out of this hell hole, but how and when? You had no idea where you were so how would his gang know that? None of you had any electronic devices with GPS on you, so they couldn´t track you and if they had seen you all being kidnapped why hadn´t they come sooner?
You were laying on your stomach, your whole body shacking with tremors, when the door opened and in walked both Frank and Damien. Everybody tensed up by their presence, scared of what they would do. One thing you knew for sure that they would, was drugging you up once again.
They had the little bag with the drugs in it with them as usual and all you could think of doing was to do nothing. The first few times you had thought hard to keep them both away from you, but of course it had been pointless since you had no strength or energy left in you. Now, all you could do was wait for the little prick on your skin from the needle as it poked through you skin to fill your veins up with more drugs.
However, this time Damien put the bag down on the table before he walked over towards you, pulling a key out of his jean pocket. He kneeled down in front of you, taking a hold of one of your wrists making you hiss slightly as they were sore from the chains locked around them.
“Now, now little one,” he purred out in a sickly voice while unlocking the chains around your other wrist. “You´ve been a good girl being our little lab rat and we got the results we were hoping for,” he chanted on as he now moved down to unlock your ankles from the chains. “So now we don´t need you anymore and this is gonna be your very last injection,” he finished and everybody looked at him in shock. Were they just going to stop injecting you like that and what would they do to you instead of that.
“What are you gonna do to her instead if you´re stopping with the injections?” Yoongi voiced out your thoughts.
“We´re going to watch her body decay with the rest of you guys,” he answered and a chill ran down your body. You looked over at where Frank was standing, by the table, and saw him filling the syringe with at least fifty milligrams of the purple drug. The other times you had noticed them filling the syringe it had been with five milligrams and slowly going up to ten, but if they injected you with the amount in the syringe now; you would be dead within a minute.
You tried getting away from Damien, but with your weak state, he only had to press down gently on your back to keep you in place.
“Where do you want her,” he asked Frank as he grabbed ahold of your arm, lifting you to a standing position, if you could call it that. You were swaying violently and Damien´s hold on your arm was the only thing keeping you standing up still.
“Just throw her in the corner over by the door and I´ll take care of her and the rest of them,” Frank answered him as he was done checking the syringe for air bubbles and looked at you. “Oh and you should probably move away from her a bit, she looks like she´s going to puke or something,” he continued on as Damien turned to look at you.
He had lifted you up of the floor pretty quickly and nausea started taking over your body. You could already feel the acid in your stomach being too much for it. Damien let go of your arm and you immediately fell to the ground, landing on your knees with your forearms keeping you from hitting the floor face first. Your body convulsed in tremors and before you knew what were happening, you were throwing up the contents in your stomach, which was mostly stomach acid and the small amount of water they had given you to keep you from dehydrating.
The acid burned in your throat and you started coughing, making your whole body shake even more. As you stopped coughing, you heaved a breath while Damien had walked back over to you, taking ahold of your arm once again and pulling you back up, slower this time.  
You were standing up again and Damien dragged you along with him over to the corner of the room close to the door. He gave you a hard push on your back and you fell against the wall, sliding down it and falling down to the floor.
“Do you need anything else while I´m here?” Damien asked Frank as he walked back over to the table. Frank had pulled out his gun, inspecting the magazine for how many bullets he had.
“No, but leave the keys and your gun here, I don´t have enough bullets for all of them,” Frank answered him making Sohee start sobbing.
“Hobi…” she managed to choke out before breaking down crying.
“Shh So, it´s gonna be okay, just calm down you´re gonna be okay,” Hoseok tried comforting her, but he was crying too now. Sora and Irene were crying too, making Namjoon and Jin try to comfort them the best that they could, but it was all pointless. You were all going to die, nobody was gonna come and safe you and with you being the only free from your restraints, the others couldn’t do much to fight back Damien and Frank.
You looked over to Yoongi seeing his eyes filled with tears. He knew to that it would all be over now and anything he said wouldn´t make a single difference about that fact. He mouthed out a sorry to you, the tears spilling over and rolling down his cheeks. Your eyes started filling up with tears too and you mouthed back an ´it´s okay.´
Suddenly a loud gunshot ripped through the many sobbing voices in the room. Damien had left the room and Frank was pointing a gun up in the air. The gunshot had turned you all silent and you had jumped forward a little landing closer to the door, but still up against the wall. There was something boring its way into your side with your flesh wound and it send a searing pain through it. You dug your hand under your side and felt something cold against your fingers. You curled your fingers around it and pulled out a nail. A big, old, rusty nail.
You quickly hid it in your palm against your stomach, looking up to see if anyone else had seen it. However, everybody´s attention was drawn to Frank who was still standing with the gun raised in the air.
“All of you shut the hell up,” he growled out, pointing the gun towards you making everybody stiffen and hold their breaths. “I´m gonna drug that little bitch up first and then I´m gonna shoot each one of your wife´s before moving on to the rest of you,” he continued as he put the gun down on the table and picking up the syringe, slowly walking over to you.
“No, please don´t,” Yoongi choked out, the tears falling profusely from his eyes. “Please don´t do this to her or the others, I´ll do anything, just don´t hurt her!” He was yelling out the last part, the fear evident in his voice, but Frank only ignored him, squatting down in front of you.
He grabbed around your shoulder, pushing you up into a sitting position with the syringe now in his other hand. You tried hiding the nail the best that you could as Frank turned to look at Yoongi again.
“Now look closely and watch the life seep out of her because she sure as hell won´t survive this,” he mocked at Yoongi and that´s when you saw an opening.
You grabbed around the nail even tighter and stabbed it directly into Frank’s underarm, making him drop the syringe as he gasped out in pain and shock. He fell backwards, sitting on his butt and you jumped forward, grabbing the syringe and stabbing it directly in his neck and pushing the purple liquid out of it and into his body.
“You little bitch, I´m gonna-“ he growled out, but he suddenly went silent and fell all the way onto his back, his eyes wide open as the drugs were reaching his heart.
Before you could think any more of what you just did, you crawled over to the table, and grabbed onto the counter, pulling yourself up. You saw the keys laying there and quickly grabbed them before you stumbled over to the cage Sohee was locked in. She was the one closest to you and you could feel the nausea take over your body again making you fall to your knees in front of the cage.
Everybody was yelling at you, but you couldn´t make out a single word they were saying and you took the padlock in your hand, sticking the correct key into it and turning it around. It opened with a click and Sohee quickly pushed the door open taking the keys from you and unlocking Sora and Irene´s cages.
You fell down onto your side, closing your eyes as Sora staggered over to you. She started asking a lot of questions, but you couldn´t answer any of them since the withdrawals was kicking in again, almost making you pass out from them.
You suddenly felt a pair of hands on you and you barely managed to open your eyes, seeing Yoongi looking down at you, worry evident all over his face. He was running one of his hands through your hair as the other held onto your own hand. He was talking to you and you could slightly make out the words he was calling out to you.
“(Y/N)? (Y/N) you just saved all of us,” he gasped out. Sora had moved away from your side and you guessed that Jin was free from the handcuffs too now with the rest of the members.
“Yoongi…” you quietly choked out as you broke down crying after everything that just happened, stretching your arms up in front of you. Yoongi reacted immediately, pulling you up into a sitting position and hugging you close to his body. He had one arm around your waist and the other resting by your hairline at your neck, his fingers brushing softly through it.
“Shh it´s okay, you´re okay,” Yoongi whispered in your ear, his voice shaking ever so slightly. “You´re so brave and what you just did saved all of us, thank you,” he continued before a voice interrupted him.
“Yoongi we have to go now before someone comes back,” Taehyung said and was standing beside you now. “You and Jungkook are our best shooters, you have to take one of the guns until we can get more. Let me take (Y/N),” he continued and Yoongi reluctantly let go of you, handing you over to Taehyung and he quickly lifted you up.
Your eyelids were heavy and you couldn´t keep them open anymore. You closed your eyes and leaned into Taehyung´s shoulder as you felt yourself slip into unconsciousness. You heard a door open and Taehyung started moving before you could faintly hear guns going off somewhere, praying that it was Jungkook and Yoongi who was shooting.
Soon everything went quiet and you just hoped that you when you woke up again, it would be in Yoongi´s mansion. 
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Dogs
            Neal Caffrey loved dogs and you supposed you honestly weren’t surprised. He reminded you of a dog in a lot of favorable ways – loyal, friendly, happy, and energetic. He made friends with dogs that came sniffing up to him in the street, played happily with Satchmo whenever he saw the Burkes’ pet, and was a very polite and fun tenant of June’s dog, Bugsy. If you had to guess whether Neal was a dog or a cat person, you definitely would’ve guessed on the side of dogs from the get-go.
            And yet, you’d also never had him pegged as impractical. Impulsive, yes, but impractical? Neal often made impulsive decisions because they seemed the most practical at the time. That’s why you were so surprised that you were now going on a walk with him in Central Park alongside a purebred husky pup with big paws.
            “So you just… volunteered?”
            “It’s a good offer,” Neal defended his choice. One of June’s friends needed a dog sitter while she went out of down, and even though it would be hard for him to care for a pet while working long days at the bureau and simultaneously not being able to go to the pet store out of his radius for quality dog food, he had eagerly proposed his services.
            “You’re not even being paid,” you pointed out exasperatedly.
            “Sure I am!” He optimistically countered. “In the priceless medium of building connections and making a stronger place for myself in June’s community.”
            “You just wanted an excuse to have a dog for a while.”
            Your accusation was met with a sheepish, but not at all ashamed, smile from Neal. The blue-eyed man shrugged haplessly and the husky pulled on its leash.
  Cats
            You knocked on Neal’s door pretty loudly, just in case he had his earbuds in and was painting or something. Luckily, you had never walked in on anything awkward, but you had learned that Neal didn’t always hear when you just called through the door.
            He answered quickly and was fully dressed, no art supplies anywhere in sight. You held up a to-go bag with his usual lunch order from the deli, but Neal was already urging you inside, beckoning with his hand and grinning widely. He closed the door behind you swiftly like he was afraid something was going to get in or out.
            “Neal, what are you-?”
            “Sh!” He interrupted you with the same huge smile. It was honestly pretty adorable – he was usually so controlled and charismatic that you didn’t often get these genuine beams. “She’s sleeping!” His own voice was a stage-whisper.
            “She?” You repeated, indulging him and lowering your voice. You couldn’t think of anyone who Neal would have sleeping in his penthouse, except for maybe June (the landlady) or Mozzie (who wasn’t using female pronouns, last time you checked). As you thought about it, you frowned. Maybe he has someone over. Neal was easily one of the most flirtatious men you’d ever met.
            Neal put a hand on your lower back and guided you over towards the sofa, where he leaned over the back to look down on the cushions. His expression melted like ice cream in Australia and he reached down to very gently touch something.
            You looked away from him and down. There, curled up inside his upside-down fedora, was a tiny little ball of fuzzy, fine fur. Neal let his fingertips play over the soft kitten’s neck while its ears twitched jumpily, but it stayed asleep.
            You really weren’t sure what to make of the scene. Where did Neal get a cat? Why was she in his hat to begin with? Why was he letting her stay in his hat? How did he plan to feed her? Was he going to keep her? Why weren’t you petting the small fluffy animal right this instant?!
            Without questioning the situation much more, you reached over and dipped your hand into the hat to feel the kitten’s fur. She was a soft orange tabby with pale white spots on her head and tail.
            “Hey, Neal.”
            “Hm?”
            “I guess you could say the kitten is the cat in the hat.”
            “Do you want to leave?”
  Ferrets
            Seeing Neal play with a ferret made you feel like something was fundamentally wrong with the universe. A ferret climbing up his arm, and he wasn’t swatting it off? Sure, ferrets weren’t exactly sewer rats, but still. You knew Neal liked domestic animals, but you hadn’t realized that extended very far past June’s pet pug and Peter’s yellow lab.
            “It’s on your shoulder,” you pointed out, unable to concentrate. It kept moving. It had tiny little claws that you couldn’t imagine felt good, but Neal had taken off his suit jacket specifically so he could play with the ferret.
            Neal hummed agreement. The ferret’s head swiveled towards you, small eyes seeming both beadily intimidating and playfully mischievous at the same time. Its adorable pink nose twitched.
            You put your pen down. The crime victim you were interviewing had accidentally released the ferret from its cage while trying to give it more water, and Neal had been first to catch it. Since then, he and the animal had apparently become best friends. The victim had shrugged and gone to get her receipt book to prove her alibi, leaving you alone with him and a free-roaming rodent.
            “Why are you letting it on your shoulder?” You objected. You would let it on your shoulder, but Neal didn’t strike you as the type who loved animals enough to let them crawl on his nice shirts.
            “Ferrets are actually pretty clean animals,” Neal pointed out, holding his arm out horizontally and bending his elbow. The ferret squeaked and raced down his arm to his wrist, where it paused before tentatively sniffing again and placing a dainty little limb on the back of Neal’s hand. “Especially when they’re healthy and taken care of. And this little guy is.” It squeaked again at the perfectly uncanny time and Neal smiled.
            The artist moved his other arm under the first. It slowly moved its front half over the curve of his arm and down towards the other. While doing so, it stretched out to a fuller length. You leaned back, shocked – it reminded you of an accordion.
  Foxes
            Strangely, you were starting to get used to this.
            “Stop feeding it,” you complained, on a stakeout mission with the thief. “It’ll never go away if you don’t stop.”
            “Maybe I don’t want it to go away.” Neal retorted defensively, ripping off another small piece of croissant and tossing it towards the ground right outside his slightly-open car door. The little fox outside skittered towards it happily and ate it right up, just like it had been doing. Neal tore off another piece of croissant. “This is better than watching that house.”
            “I’ve already told you, we’re here because of a tip, not because of anything concrete. I’m not exactly having fun, either!”
            “Well, that’s too bad, because I’m enjoying myself.” Neal sounded imperious, but he sent you a wink while ripping off a small third part of his pastry. “It helps when you make friends with the locals.”
            “Stop calling the fox a local like it’s an actual person!”
            Neal appeared wounded and held a hand over his heard. “Don’t you get it? The foxes have to stick together.”
            As he compared himself to the animal, you snorted and rolled your eyes. “So you’re playing with the wildlife because you wanted an excuse to call yourself foxy and hot?”
            His big blue eyes went wide. You knew it was an act, but you also knew you’d fallen right into a trap, and so you groaned into your hand. Neal tossed another piece of croissant to the lone red fox while teasing you. “I was referring to the association of being clever, cunning, and up to no good. You think I’m hot, Y/N?”
  Wolves
            Animal smuggling wasn’t a white-collar crime, but it was part of your latest case. You’d thought that the valuable cargo being shipped in from Greenland was actually counterfeit money, but once you’d actually intercepted the shipment and arrested your bad guys, you found something very unexpected: when the top of the crate was pried up, there was a wolf.
            An actual, living, breathing wolf, about the height of Satchmo but longer and slimmer, had been smuggled as an exotic pet from Greenland. Its specific species was yet to be determined, but its fur was thick and white and you thought its face looked a little longer than most wolves you saw in the zoo.
            Neal, for once, showed the proper wariness of a strange animal, but he kept looking at it curiously. You did, too. There was a huge difference between homeless vermin like foxes on the street and an actual, captive wolf. You were fascinated and thought the wolf was beautiful, and it looked so soft. After several minutes, Neal pointedly glanced at you and then back to the crate.
            “Okay,” you relented without actually waiting for him to say or do something. “Come on. But we move slowly, and pull our hands back if he acts like he’s getting aggressive.”
            Neal grinned sneakily like he was getting away with something and excitedly came with you towards the shipping crate. “Just a couple minutes.”
            “Yeah, yeah.” Still, you kept watch to warn him when he was about to be scolded. Neal offered his hand first, and the wolf sniffed at his knuckles. The wolf couldn’t care less about Neal after that, and the conman took that as his invitation to start petting.
             Once Neal’s hand had been un-attacked for several seconds, you put yours in, too, first offering for the wolf to smell your closed fist. Its dry, rough nose bumped at the side of your thumb, then, like with Neal, it was done dealing with you. You slipped your hand into the fur on top of its head and cautiously scratched, wondering at how it felt. You expected it to be soft – in actuality, it was warm, but rough and coarse.
            “I’m petting a wolf,” you said aloud, surprised. Neal grinned at you, and you declared, “Are you sure you’re supposed to be a conman? Because I’m thinking you’d be pretty happy working at a wildlife center.”
            “Nah,” Neal dismissed quickly, smiling as the wolf sort of noncommittally leaned its head toward his hand. “Too dirty. This way I get to do all the playing and none of the cleaning and maintenance.”
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People Share 35 Hilarious Habits Their Pets Have And They’re Too Good
We’ve seen dogs being weird and pets bringing home the weirdest of items, so it’s no surprise that our closest (usually) four-legged friends can be really, really bizarre. Some say that pets can be so close to their owners, that they eventually mimic some behavior and we know anything about humans, we know that our own species can have some pretty strange habits. That’s why it doesn’t surprise anyone that pets can be a little… “out there” with their actions. Well, as long as they’re not hurting anyone, we guess? People of Reddit decided to share some of the weirdest, yet harmless habits their pets have, and, let’s be honest, some are pretty darn weird. Scroll down to check them out and don’t forget to comment, as well as vote for your favorites. Oh, and if you have some weird stories of your own, share them with other pandas! (Facebook cover image: sipa)
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I am not allowed to get mad, If I yell, raise my voice, or even sound angry my cat pumpkin will get up from wherever she is and run over. She will then mew gently and grab at my arm with her paws while mewing. She pulls my hands to her head and rubs her head on me trying to get me to calm down. It works though so theres that.
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Growing up, we had a chocolate lab named Kody. Kody had a few oddities and idiosyncrasies about him. My parents are beer drinkers, and Kody would learn how to open each and every cooler we ever had so that he could eat all of the ice. That dog LOVED ice, he would eat it until he had what we called “brain freezers” or these mini little seizures (he was fine, but it was a weird habit). Another time, Kody was out pooping in the yard and we saw a bunch of cloth coming out of his butt. Turns out, it was an ace bandage that had to be surgically removed. Upon opening his stomach they found a silver dollar, a few bobby pins, the ace bandage and a billiards cue ball. Now, here’s the kicker- we didn’t own a pool table, and our closest neighbor was 5 miles away, who also did not own a pool table. We never did find out where he got that cue ball from. He lived to be 15 years old and passed away peacefully two years ago. Miss you, buddy.
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My dog has ‘takeaway’ every time she eats. She won’t stand at her bowl. She stuffs her mouth full of dry food and then sits near me wherever I am, spits out all her food and eats it one bit at a time. When she is finished it she repeats it all.
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My pet rat, Doctor, likes to poop when she is hanging from the bars of her cage and making eye contact with me or my fiancee.
She knows it makes us uncomfortable. She don’t care.
#6
My cat likes to shower with me. He will sit and drink the water as it runs until i use shower gel, then he will sit on the edge silently judging me for contaminating our lord water.
#7
I have a giant Maine-coon Siamese mix tomcat. His thing is to bring up laundry from the basement during the night. The weird thing is that he’s pretty good at taking clothes into the right rooms. I don’t know if he does it by smell or what – but it’s pretty normal for me to wake up to a pile of my socks, my daughters some of theirs, etc. He also chirps and meows the entire time he’s making his deliveries – which is pretty funny in and of itself.
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My dog can’t go anywhere without his toy. My girlfriend calls it his “girlfriend”. If we go outside he will bring the little stuffed animal with him and drop it somewhere. If we tell him to “go find your girlfriend” he will search frantically for it until it’s found.
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My boyfriends cat loves to snuggle up on people’s chests and then slooowly and veeery gently place her paw (with claws out and toes spread) and just .. place it on their mouth.
Does anyone know what the heck she’s trying to get out of this?
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My dog can sense when I’m about to fart and will stick his nose near my ass crack to smell it and then run away in disgust after. I have no idea why he continues to do it when it clearly annoys him
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My lardass cat has this weird cake infatuation. (Ha ha I know). Not to eat. She likes to lay on them. I can’t count how many cooling cakes I had to throw out because she decided to take a nap on them. I have to hide them somewhere to cool and frost. I also had to buy a solid cake saver because she would lay on my old one and crush the lid into the cake.
My favorite was when my son turned one, we had the unwrapped cake sitting on the counter waiting for cake time, and she tried to lay in it. When I came in to get it all the frosting is pulled off in the center and one pissed off frosting covered cat under my bed.
Yet she still does it.
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We have a Great Dane/greyhound mix named Keelah who, on occasion, absolutely must sniff my boyfriend’s belly button. I’ve never seen a dog get so derpy about it before. She’ll jump up and put her paws on his shoulder and stick her nose in his stomach until he gives in and pulls his shirt up so she can sniff. She’s really, really weird.
#15
Our cat pulls my dresser drawer open and sleeps in the socks after he arranges them into a cozy “cat bed” for himself.
#16
Our golden retriever has 3 comfort blankets that he folds and carries around with him.
#17
My SO’s dog, Lola, farts when we enter the car.
Everytime.
#18
My best friend’s kitten (to whom I am a kitten aunt by proxy) has a new habit of running down the stairs at top speed and launching himself onto the sofa.
She swears he’s either going to kill her with a heart attack or he’s going to f**king miss the sofa and go claws-first into her face, and she’s not sure which.
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My dog smiles whenever he wants something. He started showing his teeth when he got excited to see us after long periods of times (i.e. vacations) and we would say “What a pretty smile!” He made the connection to the word and now will do it on command and pretty much whenever he wants our food. Kind of like a “hey look I’m smiling, I’m pretty!” Some people probably think it’s bad that he does it because he’s technically showing his teeth, but you can tell it’s not aggressive or in a bad way. I think it’s hilarious.
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My cat loves to watch the toilet flush for some reason – he would even come running from other rooms in his house at the sound of a flush when he was younger. I guess it’s mostly harmless, but I have found toys in the toilet before the lid down rule was put in place (my assumption is so that he can watch them zoom around too).
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You know how cats, especially kittens will “nurse” on things? Like knead their paws and suck on something like a blanket?
Yeah, my 10 year old dog does that.
#22
My cat chews through bags to eat bread. Doesn’t matter the container or the type of bread. And because he drools he can dissolve any kind of paper bag in a minute. It’s bizarre but he was a stray so I figure he used to do that to survive.
#23
My cat licks walls. often for 10 minute intervals. i wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of his sandpaper tongue scritch-scratching at the wall.
#24
My cat used to sit on my couch, like a person would with her 2 back legs outstretched in front of her, and then proceed to bend down and suck on her own nipples while purring very loudly. It was weird.
#25
My parrot is obsessed with ears. He will happily spend 15-20 minutes delicately nibbling on the rim of my ear, carefully scraping his beak around the inside, and licking all over. Last time I saw my doctor for a physical and she got to the otoscope part of the exam, she exclaimed, “Wow, your ears are remarkably clean!” Gee, I wonder why…
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My chihuahua sneaks to her water dish. We have no idea why. She does this almost every day at varied times. If her water is dirty or if the dish is empty she will keep sneaking until the situation is fixed.
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We don’t have pets in the main country the Netherlands where we reside but we got a ton of them in my fathers country Russia. We own a big piece of ground and a forest, with 23 white Russian wolves and 3 Caucasian owcharkas. The wolves have some weird habits and one of them is that they greet each other and their pups by friendly biting them in their neck, it still that scares the shit out of guests and relatives that we usually have over.
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After I take a shower, my collie mix insists on rolling in my towels.
When I have the towel on my head and I’m laying down.. He tries to roll in it.
If I’m sitting with the towel on my head, he tries to roll in it.
Then when I inevitability throw them on the floor he has a field day.
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My cat would be happy with his eyes closed purring and layed down my side and then suddenly look in the direction of the corner of the room with his eyes completely open. When I look there’s nothing there. It’s scary
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My German shepherd is a hoarder. He has a hiding spot behind a chair and underneath a table, and he’s been building a stash that we have to go in every week or so and clean out. Usually it’s just wrappers and random s**t he “sneaks” out of our trash cans. This last weeks clean out consisted of 3 of my oven mitts and a pudding cup. He doesn’t chew on anything, he just likes to have stuff.
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She stares at me while I sleep. From 3″ away. When I open my eyes all I see are these huge solid black eyes in a weirdly diagonal white face.
I wake up convinced that I have been abducted by aliens.
#33
One of our cats will climb up onto the back of our couch while we’re watching a movie or something and loudly clean his butthole.
#34
My dog does this little boner dance whenever he has a boner. He slides across the floor and humps the air rapidly until his doggy-boner goes down.
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My cat swats/punches his water dish a few times before drinking it. It splashes everywhere. No clue why.
Just thought of something else! He is long haired floofy cat (peach/blondie), and we have a fuzzy blanket similarly coloured. My cat often licks it to clean it, mistaking it for himself.
My cat talks to herself if she thinks no one is around. I’ll come home or go to a side of the house that I haven’t been in all day and hear her meowing and chirping and howling. Once she realizes I’m there, she’ll stop. I’ve been able to sneak up on her a couple of times and it’s pretty bizarre to watch. She’ll just be walking around the room making sounds. She doesn’t do it that often. I wish I could catch it on video
#37
Step 1: Drop the tennis ball into my hand so I can throw it across the room for him to fetch
Step 2: Retrieve the tennis ball and start gnawing on it with his head halfway under the couch
Step 3: Drop the ball and have it roll to an unreachable distance under the couch
Step 4: Stare at me and moan loudly until I am convinced to walk over to the couch the ball is under and lay on the floor, struggling to reach far enough. Eventually I just lift the couch so he can get far enough underneath it to grab the ball back
Repeat incessantly
#38
My cat “nurses” on a blanket we have. But only if the blanket is on me. It’s like the little f**ker actually thinks I am his mother. He’s strange. He also likes to play fetch and attack people who come over to visit. Weirdo.
#39
My cat will sit in the bathtub for hours and meow at passersby to turn the water on for him. Then when someone finally gives in, he will splash around for about a minute and then go drag his big wet furry feet over someone/my pillow.
Every morning he will excitedly hang over the edge of the bathtub, waiting for me to turn on the shower. Once I do, it takes him about two seconds to realise what’s going on, and then he panics and scrambles as fast as he can out of the tub.
Weirdo.
#40
My cat nurses on his own tail. He will creepily come up and lay really close to you, curl in a ball, and start sucking away at the end of his tail. Sometimes he’ll even look you in the eye while he does it.
I know it’s a comfort thing to him, I found him alone when he was just a baby, but it’s a pretty weird thing to do.
#41
My cat Miles will run to the other side of the house and meow to his brother Murphy. You can tell it’s a “Hey!! Come check this out!” and he’ll keep doing it until Murphy finally gets up and goes to look. Sometimes though, Murphy says eff that and stays where he is, leaving Miles to meow at nothing for like an hour. Finally he’ll show up and look at Murphy like, “Didn’t you hear me!!?” No but we did!
#42
My male cat likes to stand in the corner, face the wall, and sing the song of his people. My female kitten likes to meow at me and then hide when I walk over to pet her. She’s a jerk.
#43
My friend has a really bizarre cat, she loves to be spanked. She will lie down with her butt in the air for people to pat her right above the tail. The harder the better.
She also loves to be spun around on an office chair, she jumps up on the back of it and holds on with her claws to be spun around. Spinning + smacking her butt every time she passes = kitty bliss.
My rat loved snot and would grab all my used tissues to lick inside them.
#44
My pit asks for permission every night before getting in bed with us. We have never told him to stay off of furniture, but he always asks. He does that weird howl/growl/bark thing that “talking” dogs do.
#45
My cat, O’Malley, will always smell a new person’s shoes when I bring people over. When he is finished, he looks over at me and makes a stupid face.
#46
Not sure if this counts but my snake falls off of everything. Put him around your neck he falls off. He falls while trying to climb up or down my chair, desk, and always plops off my bed if I am not watching him. He will even get excited smelling something so he will point his head straight up and extend his body up until he falls backwards belly up. Will also do this while swallowing his food.
#47
One of my three cats is a monster. He is kinda fat but stocky/muscular too. He is 6 and weighs about 20 pounds.
Anyways, he will lick plastic bags. We are always afraid he will suffocate himself because he will stick his head down inside the bag and lick for as long as we’ll let him.
He also steals paper clips. My mom was working on her doctorate and she had mountains of papers and a lot of paperclips on them. The crazy cat would dig through all of the papers and pull off the paper clips with his teeth. And he hid them all under the rug that was under the couch so we couldn’t see them.
And he plays very rough. We found out the hard way that he enjoys being spanked. We caught him fighting another cat and gave him a tap on the behind to get him to stop, and he fell on the floor and started purring. And when I scratch his chin, he isn’t happy until I scratch as hard as I physically can, to the point where I think I’m gonna dig up all of his fur.
#48
She won’t eat unless both my husband and I are seated in the family room watching TV. It’s pretty inconvenient on busy days.
#49
My dog (a husky) will make a gap in his food with his snout, then will yowl at the nearest human like he’s hungry and there’s no food in the bowl, until you pick his bowl up, shake the gap out and put it back down again. He will eat it then!
#50
My cat licks people…all the time and all over. It’s odd when you wake up in the middle of the night being licked and realize it’s not the dog doing it.
#51
My Australian Shepherd likes to sneeze in the clean laundry as it comes out of the dryer. It has turned into a two person job to get laundry done without dog sneezes on it. One to distract the dog and the other to hustle the laundry into the basket and to safety.
#52
Anytime we Hoover a carpet my Jack Russell has to ‘swim’ all over it, because God forbid it not have his fur on it
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Also, he regularly sneakily drinks our cups of tea.
#53
My male dog licks my female dogs cooch after she pees, then his lips and jaw quiver as he drools. Freakin weirdo.
#54
My cat is afraid of the dishwasher, I guess. Not the sound of the dishwasher running, the sound of me taking s**t out of it and putting it away. He is mostly silent, maybe a welcome meep when I get home. But the dishwasher…man. Mayhem. It’s been seven years and he still freaks the f**k out every single time.
#55
My English bulldog Shelby will sit with her back to me and try and look at me upside down by leaning back until she falls down. She does the same thing in the car. I thought it might be vertigo but she just really seems to enjoy it.
#56
When I’m away from my husky for more than about eight hours she will likely howl at me and make a big deal, like she’s cussing me out.
#57
Run run run, locks up front legs slide slide slide, roll roll roll. How does she not break her neck?
#58
My pancho gets super worked up and then immediately thinks he needs to drink water. This usually results in him coughing up any water he just drank and freaking out about coughing.
My sisters mastiff likes to sit down next to your leg and lean on your leg and stare at you but he’s so heavy he often pushes people over with his lean.
#59
One of my cats likes to get in the lower branches of bushes (and the Christmas tree, as it turns out) and just chill. Just sit there in the branches, eight inches off the ground.
#60
My cat likes hair ties. He swallowed one once and he proceeded to prance around the living room with the rubber piece hanging out of his asshole. I now have to hide them all so I’m not paying for surgery on his dumb ass.
My dogs also go around licking each other’s assholes and the cats assholes. They also won’t sleep unless they are buried under a blanket.
My female cat rubs her head on EVERYTHING and has a weird fascination with doing this on shoes.
#61
My cat Wookie has an intense love of the bathroom. He will lay on the edge of the bathtub while I take a bath, will sit on the bathmat and watch us shower, and loves the toilet. He loves to watch it flush, likes to watch my husband pee (has gotten pee on his head from trying to watch from the wrong angle) and likes to try to pull toilet paper up out of the toilet while it is flushing, which is pretty gross. Weird cat.
#62
Not mine but my SO’s dog, Bacon… Cannot poop unless he is backed up against something.
When we first started dating I used to get to his apartment before he got off work so I would take the dog for a walk. Like any male Bacon must pee on everything to ensure its his. Which meant sometimes I didn’t realize that he wasn’t sniffing the same place to pee but to find the prefect article in which to place his butt against and would tug him along and ruin the whole process… Which meant about five minutes of the behavior or him deciding to hold it.
#63
My dog likes to eat beaded jewelry. I shouldn’t say eat, he sucks on it until it comes apart, and then he abandons it and acts innocent.
#64
My dog take his blankey or his bed and will suck on it with his eyes closed. We assume he thinks he’s nursing. He also occasionally humps his bed before sucking on it. Harmless but weird as s**t.
#65
My GF’s cat poops in the litterbox, then immediately tries to cover it by making digging motions on the floor/wall next to the litterbox. Never inside. Not sure if dumb or just a c**t.
#66
My Doberman likes to climb up in bed with my SO and I, and just stare at us while standing over one of us.
#67
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Welcome to the D-List: Hairball
Since early childhood, I’ve absolutely loved cats. My mother has never owned less than 2 of them, so I had a wonderful time playing with various felines as I grew up. While I certainly love all animals, cats have always had a special place in my heart, so I was extremely happy when I discovered this month’s D-Lister many years ago.
For the first two decades of his existence, Niels was exactly what you’d think: a pet cat. Writers never granted him more than a simplistic personality, and no one attempted to develop him as a character until recent years. Less than a decade ago, Niels was featured in a few miniseries where he was given plenty of characterization, but he has made only scant appearances since. Such a meow-velous feline, it’s time to welcome Hairball to the D-List.
Niels first appeared in Speedball #1 in 1988. Created by Steve Ditko and Roger Stern, Niels belonged to a scientist named Dr. Benson, who conducted research at a lab. Local teenager, Robbie Baldwin, worked part-time at the facility and wanted to watch one of Benson’s experiments take place. The scientist tapped into an extra-dimensional energy source, but the energy was accidentally blasted into the room and struck Robbie. The teenager learned that he had gained the power to create and direct a force-field of kinetic energy, which granted him the ability to move like a human bouncing-ball. With his newfound power, Robbie decided to become a hero and took the codename, “Speedball.” Robbie also learned that Niels was present during the experiment, because the cat gained the same power. Unfortunately, Niels became a predictable gimmick – Robbie would try to catch Niels, and the cat would bounce away.
While Niels wasn’t given an exceptionally original personality, at least he made more than just nominal appearances in a few stories. However, those stories were absolutely ridiculous. For example, a giant rat with a gun tried to kill local cats, but Niels managed to save one from harm. Later, alien-cats tried catching Niels with giant fishing nets (because fishing nets are certainly the pinnacle of cat-capturing technology). Niels did manage to kick (or claw) some ass, however, when he helped Speedball defeat a local criminal – Niels spat kinetic energy at the villain and knocked him unconscious. 
I’m certainly grateful for some of what Steve Ditko contributed to comics, including Spider-Man and much of the hero’s rogues’ gallery, but surely the absurdity of its stories led to Speedball’s quick cancellation. However, Niels appeared shortly thereafter in the New Warriors series with Robbie as his owner, and the cat was granted thought-balloons. Unfortunately, he had a very stereotypical personality – Niels thought about terrorizing the neighborhood birds and eating salmon (stop feline profiling).
This cat had superpowers, so why wasn’t he involved in more action? He and Robbie could’ve teamed up on a regular basis – I’m sure plenty of fun stories could’ve been written. Alas, after years of no appearances, Niels was shown getting dragged through Robbie’s emo phase (Niels’ favorite band? Meow Chemical Romance). Speedball blamed himself for the destruction in Connecticut that killed hundreds of people after a fight with some supervillains went wrong. In response, he fashioned a costume for himself that was covered with spikes and changed his codename to “Penance.” Robbie stuck Niels in a smaller spikey suit and dubbed him, “P-Cat, the Penitent Puss.” Thankfully, this phase didn’t last long.
Later, in New York City, Niels was being chased by Aunt May’s dog, who was named Ms. Lion, even though he was a male. The extremely stupid dog thought the two were playing, even though Niels was clearly annoyed and threw energy balls at the canine (quite a hissy-fit). The Inhuman puppy, Lockjaw, learned that the infinity gems were missing and scattered around the world. Lockjaw and Frog-Thor decided to put a team of animals together in order to locate the stones, and dubbed themselves, “Pet Avengers.” Niels joined the team, and called himself, “Hairball.” Unfortunately, Ms. Lion wanted to tag along, much to the chagrin of the cat.
This was the first time that Niels was given a unique personality, and it was certainly a grumpy and sarcastic one. It was hilarious to watch Niels and Ms. Lion interact; the rest of the Pet Avengers seemed to tolerate Ms. Lion, but Hairball frequently made demeaning and even threatening comments to the dog. At one point, Niels even threatened to eat Falcon's sidekick, Redwing. I loved this cat with all my heart.
While Hairball certainly seemed like a jackass, he was a brave feline and always ready to fight. As one of the smallest members of the team, Hairball didn't have a size-advantage when the team faced Devil Dinosaur or Thanos, but he leapt into action and hurled energy balls at the enormous villains in order to secure the infinity gems. What Niels lacked in patience, he certainly made up for in heroism (but he should really smoke some catnip and mellow out).
The Pet Avengers helped Fin Fang Foom and some of his dragon buddies protect eggs which were buried under China for safe-keeping. The Avengers thought that the beasts were there to cause destruction, so the human heroes attacked the monsters. Since the Pets couldn't communicate with the Avengers, the animals simply tried to buy the dragons some time. Hairball fought Spider-Man, and hilarity ensued. Once the dragon's innocent intentions were clear and the situation was resolved, the Avengers gave the Pets their own mansion and Hairball had his own enormous cat-house inside (with a litter box fit for a king).
I loved Hairball's sarcasm, wit, and air of superiority. Regardless of his short temper, Hairball was an asset to his team. I wish that the Pet Avengers were given their own ongoing series, but unfortunately, the team was only featured in a few miniseries and haven’t appeared together in quite a few years. To my knowledge, Niels' most recent appearance showed him living with Jim Hammond, the original Human Torch. S.H.I.E.L.D. had been keeping Hairball caged in a lab, and Hammond rescued the feline.
I don’t believe that Hairball has ever appeared outside of Marvel Comics’ Earth-616 Universe, which is a shame, because this cool cat deserves more recognition. I’ve heard rumors of a New Warriors' sitcom coming to TV, so if Speedball is included, maybe Niels will also make an appearance. I certainly hope so, because there aren’t enough super-powered cats in pop culture. Could there ever be an “Avengers vs. Pet Avengers” movie? Fans can only hope. 
So because Hairball is an animal, he can’t have as much of the spotlight as human characters? Way to practice speciesism, Marvel. However, I am very happy that a writer actually gave Hairball a personality. He might be a jerk, but what would you expect from a cat who lives in New York City? Regardless of his rough temperament, Niels has proven himself to be a hero, and it is my hope that Hairball continues to bring his courage and bad cat-itude to the Marvel Universe for many years to come.
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