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ohbo-ohno · 5 months

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You ever think about Soaps mohawk getting too untidy (because it can't get too long, the longer it is the better Simon can grab it and throw Johnny around with) and Simon taking him to the hair dresser? Only it's not a hair dresser but a dog beauty lounge? And the owners are not specialized on humans and they weren't expecting a human. But no one says no to Ghost so they proceed and Johnny gets a complete wash and everything. He looks really pretty after but he was so humiliated by it that he goes into the crate voluntarily to curl up and cry once they are back on base. Doesn't help that people keep commenting on how much better it looks and are asking about the address for the hair dresser.

Also, just speaking for myself here, I adore seeing people become an insane rambling mess about the things they are insane about. Doesn't even need a red string or context. So if you ever put your thoughts on Clicker training Soap online, there would be at least one avid reader just begging for those crumbs.

you just GET ME oh my god. im always torn between two soap's - soap who is so freaky and kinky that he would let ghost do literally anything to him and enjoy it, and soap is only does what ghost tells him because he's got a massive crush but he's absolutely humiliated and upset during all of it. the first feels more accurate to his character, the second is more fun to write lmao

wrote a quick drabble for this but i changed it so the groomers knew there was a person coming instead of a dog <3 it's extra humiliation if they treat johnny the same way ghost does

cw: noncon puppy play, referenced public humiliation (btw if you want more stuff in this little universe - one, two, three)

“You still poutin’?”

Johnny squeezes his eyes shut, just barely resists the urge to snap his teeth and growl. He knows that would only feed into Ghost’s goddamn delusion that he’s a fucking dog.

Jesus. His scalp still stings from the rough treatment of the barber- the groomer. The bastard had locked a muzzle over his face while Ghost held him down, and as much as he’d tried he hadn’t been able to speak through the damn thing. Speak or bite.

He would’ve fought but… well, Ghost gave him that look before he left. That “if you don’t obey me, there’ll be hell to pay” look. And Ghost has only gotten meaner in the months they’ve been together now - the walks, the fucking house training… Soap doesn’t even want to think of what he might try next.

So Ghost had given him a look, grabbed him by the chin and said “Be good, pup. You’ll get a treat if you can behave, alright? Don’t embarrass me.” and Johnny hadn’t been brave enough to ignore him.

Fuck. Even now, it doesn’t quite feel real. His breath hitches as he remembers the strict gloves Ghost had given him to wear, how they don’t let him do anything with his fingers because they’re held so tight. He still wears them now, and the forced paw shape of his hand keeps his head fuzzy.

He wants to whine. He almost wants to cry. Mostly he wants to bite Ghost until the bastard bleeds.

“C’mon,” Ghost grunts, taking one hand from the wheel and patting Johnny roughly on the head. He combs his fingers through the freshly cut mohawk, almost fixing it so it’s neater. “You look real good, pup. Needed to get your bitch strap straightened up for a while now.”

“Don’t-” Johnny takes a deep breath, opens his eyes and blinks down at his hands - his hands, not his paws - where they rest in his lap. “Don’t call it that.”

He thinks for a minute that Simon’s going to say something worse, lock his hand in Johnny’s hair and tug until he whines, shove him down to his cock, do something. But his hand stays soft, stroking down and tightly gripping the back of his neck. Not suffocating, not mean, almost… secure. Comforting. A weight that says relax, I’m here.

“Alright, puppy. Been a tough day for you, huh? We can pretend you’re a person, think of it as a treat for bein’ good at the groomers.”

Johnny whines, curling into himself at his own sound. His hands are sweaty in the gloves, and he wants to dig his nails into his thighs, hope that the little pinpricks of pain wake him up enough to tear Ghost a new asshole.

But he can’t do that. His fingers are stuck folded in half, totally useless. So he takes a deep breath, and tries not to fully float away.

Eventually the car slows to a stop, and Ghost tugs the key out of the ignition. They sit in silence for a moment, and Soap can feel Ghost staring at the side of his head, but he refuses to look. He doesn’t want to look at Ghost right now, doesn’t want to see his expression.

“Alright,” Simon says quietly, giving Johnny’s nape a tight squeeze before letting you go. “I think you need a nap, pup. Let’s get you inside.”

Ghost gets out, Soap doesn’t. He stays in his seat, staring at his hands, until the door opens next to him and Simon reaches over his body to unbuckle his seatbelt.

“C’mon now, out.”

Johnny doesn’t move. He feels Ghost’s massive hand wrap around his elbow, tug him toward the door, but he leans his weight the other direction.

He doesn’t want to get out of the car. He knows, logically, that no one on base will be able to tell what happened, where Simon took him. But he’ll know, and that’s enough shame to make him never want to leave the car.

Ghost sighs, annoyed, from beside him. “You rather I get your leash?”

Johnny flinches, and he lets himself be tugged by the elbow at the next pull on his arm. His eyes never lift past Ghost’s chest as he keeps his head ducked, heat coloring his cheeks when the door closes behind him.

“Johnny,” Ghost says quietly, hand nudging his head up. “Head up, pup. You look real pretty, don’t you want to show off?”

Johnny flinches, but he lifts his head like Ghost urges. He’s scared of what he’ll see in Simon’s eyes - that gleam he gets when Johnny’s particularly humiliated is always hard to swallow - but all he sees is… is pride.

God, it’s getting hard to breathe. Every breath feels punched out of him, every breath in like glass in his lungs.

“There you are.” Ghost chucks him under the chin, jerking his head up a little further. “Pretty thing. Certainly got my money’s worth.”

Johnny’s only comfort is that his eyes are dry - well, that and the warmth of Ghost’s hand. No matter how angry he is at the bastard, he can’t help but always want more of his touch.

“Inside now. Come.”

The sharp tone, the one word command, goes right over Johnny’s head. He follows Ghost - on his right, one step behind, like he’d been taught (trained) - and keeps his eyes forward, not looking at anyone else on base.

The halls are busy, like they always are during the day, but Soap doesn’t let himself be distracted. He keeps his eyes forward, and only focuses on Ghost.

He tells himself no one else knows, that no one else could possibly know.

“Hey, Soap!” Gaz calls out, leaning out of a meeting room and waving at him. “Looking sharp, mate!”

Johnny’s heart feels like it’s about the beat out of his chest. He wants to scream. He wants to puke.

He looks up at Ghost where the other man has turned around, raising an eyebrow at where he’s stopped in the middle of the hallway.

Johnny opens his mouth to speak, but only manages a quiet whine. Thankfully it’s too loud for anyone else in the hallway to hear (hopefully), but his cheeks still flush red at the animal sound.

Ghost only smirks and turns around to keep walking.

“Heel, Johnny. Don’t wander, you can sniff all you want later.”

Johnny takes a deep breath, and he follows Ghost.

It only takes a few more minutes for them to make it to Ghost’s room, and Johnny feels near collapse.

He’s… frustrated with himself. He’s got no idea why he’s so affected by what happened, why it feels so impossible to get past. Ghost has done worse to him, made him do worse.

But something about the way the groomer had looked at him… a complete stranger, looking at him and treating him the same way Ghost does. He knows that if Ghost had left, he would’ve sunk into a panic attack. He knows it’s Simon’s own twisted version of mercy, not leaving him alone.

The relief he feels when the door closes behind him nearly sends him to his knees. Ghost’s heavy hand on his shoulder does.

He doesn’t even have it in him to be upset at Ghost’s presumption. He feels better on his knees these days, anyway.

“To your crate, puppy, go on.”

He listens, crawling to the quilt-covered crate in the corner of the room. Neither of them speak as Ghost opens the door, the only sound a soft hum when Johnny crawls in.

“Gimme your paw, pup. Don’t want you sleeping in those gloves.”

Johnny whines, but listens, and gives Ghost his paw to take the gloves off. He instantly feels better, and makes a soft sound that he hopes is thankful as he stretches his fingers out, laying them flat against the blankets.

“There ya go,” Ghost hums, closing the door and laying the quilt over all but the front of the crate. “I’ll wake you up in a few hours, alright pup? Don’t want you to miss your walk.”

Johnny shudders as Ghost walks away, and closes his eyes tight. He tries to wipe all memories of the day away, focusing instead on the better times with Ghost.

Eventually he drifts off to thoughts of laying together while watching a football game, shared meals in loud pubs, quiet nights in after hard missions. He thinks of Ghost, strong and solid and unfaltering, and he sinks into sleep.

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whumpshaped · 6 months

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No magic, but does Beck have any self defense instincts? I know he probably wouldn't consciously react on them, but.... Would he ever do something like bite Helle if they spooked him suddenly?

of course! beck is a vampire after all! a predator! big scary!

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tw vampire whumper, vampire whumpee, conditioned whumpee, fear of punishment, manipulation, mind games

Life in the mansion was quite cosy and peaceful, for the most part. Aside from the general levels of anxiety and the sometimes debilitating loneliness and isolation, Beck had nothing to complain about. He could almost completely forget about being a runt, with the steady supply of blood Helle was allowing him.

Never completely, though, of course. Because Helle reminded him. And they reminded him often.

Because of how sheltered he was, Beck really had little idea of how his vampire instincts worked. He never really got a proper feel for how strong he actually was, because Helle was stronger, and they were all he could compare himself to — safe to say, he wasn't prepared to see the coffee table snap in half after he'd banged on it out of frustration. He spent the entire evening apologising to Helle for ruining the furniture.

He didn't really use his speed either, unless he was running away from a human who accidentally spooked him. After having woken up to a group of hunters breaking into the mansion, he was extra jumpy, and he didn't hesitate to flee from any situation that made him feel even mildly threatened. Being able to catch his phone ten times out of ten was a nice bonus, he supposed.

'Fighting' and 'self-defence' never even crossed his mind. Once again, the only person he regularly interacted with was Helle, a vampire far stronger than he was. There was no reason to fight them, and no chance of defending himself. He was magicless, too, and from what he'd gathered, that meant he was absolutely useless in a violent setting; so that was exactly how he lived his life.

Until one night, Helle decided to sneak up on him.

He hardly remembered the exact sequence of events. He'd heard a noise, someone touched him– it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he'd sank his fangs right into Helle's hand, and he was still holding that hand in his mouth, and his jaw was completely locked up from the shock and anxiety.

Helle blinked at him a couple times. "So..." They gently tugged on their hand. "Any chance of me getting my hand back?"

Beck let out a soft whine, and finally released his hold. "I'm so sorry," he said immediately after. "I– I got scared– I'm sorry, I don't know why that was my first thought– and then I just, I just couldn't open my mouth, I got too anxious, it's a thing that happens when I'm anxious–"

As Helle slowly lifted their hand he quieted down, mortified to see the two puncture wounds he'd caused. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Helle was going to muzzle him, they were going to pull his fangs out with pliers, they were going to wire his mouth shut.

"Do you think this is appropriate behaviour?" they asked, and Beck tried to make himself a little smaller.

"N-no, Master. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to–"

"Did I ask for excuses?"

He was trembling now, shaking his head frantically. "No, Master."

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry please at least let me say I'm sorry–

"Dogs who bite get put down," they said softly, cocking their head to the side. "Are you going to bite again?"

"No!" he cried desperately, tears welling up in his eyes. "No, Master, please, I'm sorry–"

Helle burst out laughing, making him stop his pathetic grovelling for a second. Was that... good? Was he entertaining enough not to be put down?

They licked the blood off their hand, still smiling. "Fret not, dear, you are always such a good boy for me. I am merely teasing." They stepped away and Beck let out a relieved sigh, only for Helle to swiftly remind him that being on edge was a constant in their home. "But do keep in mind that I bite back, yes?"

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laughterfixs · 5 months

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Begone Bad Day

Begone Bad Day!

Summary:

After a particularly bad and annoying day of training a new employee put in charge of testing all their games. Sun ends his work day with an angry and sour attitude. As he vents to his mother, Ana, the dragon dog hiding in the daycare, he accidentally loses control of his behavior and takes it out on her.

Now Ana must help her baby destress and officially end the day on a good note.

Sundrop stomped back to the balcony where his and Moon’s equivalent to a bedroom was. Moon was complaining in the back of Sun’s mind.

“Good SCOTT, that guy was an ASS! Who in the fazFUCK EATS A PAPERPAL?!”

Sun didn’t even care about his brother's terrible language at that moment. Moon’s speech filters hadn’t been the same since the virus. And he’d be lying if Sun said he didn’t feel the exact same way.

Yes, today's trainee technician was testing their arts and crafts corner. Sun had a very specific way to do it. But unfortunately…today's trainee didn’t feel like playing by the rules. No, they much rather had thrown things at Sun, made a mess, shot him with the dart gun, painted things the wrong colors, DESPITE them having NUMBERS and REFERENCES! And yes…they did indeed, FOR SOME REASON, decided to not only take a giant bite out of a paperpal but also lick the paint off the paintbrush.

Sun tightened his fists as he clipped the wire to his back and flew into the air.

The usually bright and cheerful animatronic’s grumbling caught the attention of another being that hid in the daycare loft. Ears twitched toward the angry jingling bells and stomping slippers. Sea green eyes glowed dimly in the dark, the slit pupils animalistically dilating as it focused on the daycare attendant.

Sun plopped down suddenly on a beanbag, arms and legs crossed as he simply pouted and stewed.

He didn’t look at the dark red head of the creature behind him, he wasn’t scared. Especially as the canine-like snout came into his peripheral view and gently nudged his cheek.

“Welcome back sugarstar.” The creature greeted with a soft smile on her muzzle. The beast was a dragon, large and furry. She had the face and long pointed ears of a hound, her underbelly was a bright orange, starting from the bottom of her jaw and trailing all the way down her belly and tail. Her body was mostly cream colored, and a brown mane of hair rested on her head, poofed like a pompadour, the rest trailing down her neck. Ana, the secret of the daycare. The dragon who’s heart changed and grew thanks to the daycare attendants.

Sun grumbled a barely audible greeting.

“Hi mom..”

Ana tilted her head, a soft look of concern crossing her face. That seemed unlike Sun…

“How was your day honey?” Ana tried again.

“….” Sun shook his head. Ana took it as a “bad”

“I see…” Ana frowned. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“…Why do grown ups have to….push all my buttons?!” Sun demanded with a little growl to his voice. “It’s so mean! And unnecessary! And and…UGH!” Sun cried out frustratingly as he suddenly smacked his fist into the beanbag.

Ana frowned lightly, but she listened to her pup vent.

“I just can’t understand why it’s SOOOO hard to follow simple instructions! The kids can do it so much better and easier!”

Ana nodded with a hum, keeping quiet to show she was listening. But she continued to study his body language. Her ears flicked to the quivering in his voice. As if he was on the verge of tears. But she knew her Sunny…he tried his best not to cry in front of anyone…he would just wait until he was alone.

“And Moon was more than ready to come out and teach the guy a lesson himself! And I was more than ready to LET him! I wanted to turn out the lights myself!” “...Sunny?” “But I can’t let that happen because we could both get in trouble! And they would probably decommission Moon and I can’t let that happen-” “Firefly…”

“I can’t be alone with this, and if I lost Moon, I’m sure I’d lose my mind and then I’d REALLY have to go into a timeout!” “Sundrop.” “Ohhh WHAT?!” Sun snapped but gasped not a moment later, throwing his hands over his mouth. It was silent for a moment. Both of them just staring at each other. Shocked at what just happened. “I-I…I’m sorry! Ididn’tmeantosnapIshouldn’thaveevertakenitoutonyou-” Sun’s word vomit was cut off when his mother suddenly pulled him into her chest fur. “Honey, you don’t need to apologize, I know yer under stress and yer bad day ain’t helpin. It was only natural that you’d release the pressure sooner or later.” “But…but…” “I ain’t mad, sugastar…I promise. I would never be mad at you for feeling things. The last thing I’d want you to do is bottle it up.” Sun sniffed and nodded. “O-okay…what did you want to tell me..?” Ana smiled softly, she brought her paw up and gently stroked Sun’s cheek. “I could hear you struggling to hold back…I wanted to tell you to let it out. Not just through your words, but through tears. Venting is one thing but you’re still not letting it all out” Sun blinked…and suddenly he felt silly…his rays shrunk in and he felt his body start to tremble. Sometimes he had a hard time letting himself cry-well no. He had a hard time letting himself cry in front of people, if only because he wanted to keep everyone happy. If he cried and someone saw him, well they wouldn’t be happy either…no one else deserved that. Only he did-oh…he was doing it again…His mind finally stopped when he felt Ana press her nose to his upper crescent. She knew him all too well and her next words proved that: “You don’t have to hold back for the sake of others honey…” That broke the dam, Sun let out a choked sob and buried his face into her fur. Ana hugged him close, rubbing his back with a paw.

Sun gripped onto the fur tighter, his fists balled up, the fur peeked through his fingers. He did his best not to tug on his mother’s fur. He felt awful, he felt tired…but at least he wasn’t alone. Moon was always with him…and his mother was there to let him lean on her for support. Sun cried for what seemed like hours. His breath hitched with each sob. Ana didn’t hush him or stop him, she only gave his back gentle rubs and scratches.

Soon, Sun was only sniffling. When he fully calmed down, he made himself comfortable, leaning his side against her chest, now worn out both from his long day and crying.

“Feel better?” Ana asked softly, pressing a small kiss to his head.

“….A little…I’m sorry mama…”

Ana tilted her head at that. “What for sugastar?”

“For snapping at you, for getting so angry…for letting that trainee get to me…” he sniffed again. “A-and thinking about the worst again…”

Ana shushed him gently as she wrapped her arms around him again.

“Oh honey…stress does a number to us. And you boys have a very hard and stressful job. But you, both of you, are the best at it.”

Sun gave a hint of a smile, but the negativity still resided in his head, “heart” and the pit of his “stomach” and Ana could clearly tell.

She thought for a moment…before an idea came to her. She smirked to herself, knowing exactly how to get her little firefly shining brightly again.

The draconic canine moved her head down, squinting at Sun and humming.

Sun blinked at her and tilted his head. What was she doing?

“Hmm…oh gosh.” She clicked her tongue. “Tsk tsk tsk tsk…this isn’t good, no no, not good at all.”

“What? What isn’t good?” Sun asked. Ana flicked an ear, holding back a smirk. Hook line and sinker.

“Well Sunny…no no I shouldn’t say!”

“Mamaaa…you know that’s unfair!”

“Oh…well, it’s just that…I think you might have an infection hun.”

“An…infection?”

Sun stared at his mother in pure confusion. What was she on about? He couldn’t get infected…unless it was a computer virus but even then, there was no way Ana would know just by looking at him…

“Of course! Infected by a bad case Sassinitis Grumptitus!”

Sun stared at her for a moment processing what she said. He couldn’t hold back a couple giggles.

“Th-Thahats not a real thihihing!”

Ana chuckled as she helped him get comfortable, sliding his slippers off and setting them to the side before laying him across her arms, his head on her forearm.

“Oh but it is Sunny. And I’m afraid there’s only one cure!”

Sun giggled more at his mother’s silliness. He had a feeling he knew what she was up to.

“Whahat’s that?”

Ana used one paw to hold his hand and bring his arm up and out. Then she nuzzled one cheek.

“Love.”

She booped her nose to his.

“Care and reminders…”

She licked the other cheek. “And finally…all the tickles my Sunny wants in order to reset that mind of his~!”

Sunny squeaked and giggled like mad, certainly sounding like a child himself. Already, he was feeling the giddy waves hit him.

“Maaamaaahahaha!”

“Whaaat? Do you not want them? Don’t you want that nasty Sassinitis Grumptitus gone? I most certainly dooo~” she cooed and nuzzled a couple rays. “I want my sweet lil sugastar to enjoy the rest of his evening and relaaax~!”

“Pfft! Y-you’re sihihillihihiii!”

Ana chuckled, gently squeezing his hand lovingly and stroking the back of it with her dewclaw.

“Only for my boys. Now…do you wanna play-I mean get your treatment?”

Sun looked off to the side, his rays shrinking back. He looked up at his dragon momma after a moment with a shy smile and nodded.

“Alright, now let’s see here…” she let go of his hand and gently maneuvered him so he was lying directly in front of her, his long lanky legs under her front legs. She pulled a pillow over to let him put his head on it, then she gently pushed his arms up over his head. “We need these up here. Think you can keep them up, Firefly?”

“Ihihi can trihihi.” Sun giggled out, the anticipation bubbling up from his chest and out his voice box. Ana giggled with him. “Well that’s the best I can ask. I’ll save that spot for a bit. For now…” She hummed, scanning his face...before lightly grooming a couple rays. “EEEHEHE!” Sun squeaked in surprise. “M-mahahahamamaaa! N-nyahahahat the-theEHEHE rahahahaAAYS!! Pfft! Khkhehehehe!!”

Ana licked, groomed and nuzzled each ray. When Sun shrunk one back, she’d go to another. “C’mon Sunny, where’s the super beam huh?” “N-Nohohohowheheheheeeere!”

There was one ray on Sun’s head that was more sensitive than all the others. Ana often referred to it as his super or special beam. “Nowhere? Nowhere…hmm.” She mocked a gasp. “Are you hiding it from me?” “Nyooohohohoo!” “Oooh that sounds like a lie, Sun! You know better than that~!” Ana sang teasingly. She lowered her voice. “You know what I think?” Sun snickered and snorted. Ana was really hamming things up, it was a side of her that only those close to her got to see. Sun and Moon would get to see it a lot. She knew her being silly made them laugh with or without tickles. It only made it more special.

“Wh-whahat?”

She looked left and right, making a show of it clearly. “I think…maybe, just maybe…it’ll show itself if I…TICKLE HERE!”

Her fuzzy fingers went right under his arms, tickling the outer exo. Sun squealed and immediately tried to lock his arms down. Though it was hard to protect such a spot from giant fluffy paws.

And as a result, Sun’s rays popped right back out from the very sudden, yet not unexpected, attack. Ana chuckled, gently pushing his arms back up. “Ah ah, these need to stay up here remember?” “Pfft! Ihihihi’m sahahahaharreeeeheheheheheee!” “Oh honey, you don’t need to be sorry, not everyone can keep still when a tickle dragon’s got them in their hold~” She lowered her head back down, to continue nuzzling and grooming his rays.

“Y-you’re nahahat a t-t-teheeheehee drahAHAHAHAHAGOOOOHOHOHOHON SQUEAAA!!”

Ana had found the super beam. She chuckled as Sun quickly retracted it. “Can’t even say the word when I got you going like this huh?” She pulled away to give him a moment to calm down, once again holding his hands. “Ahehehe…eeehehe…c-cause you-you’re beheheheing m-mehehean and sihihilly…” “Mean? Is it mean to want my lil sunshine to be happy and relaxed after a long day?” “N-nooo.” Sun snickered. “But you’re being teasy!” “As if you don’t like it.” Ana challenged, laughing at the blush on her baby’s face. She nuzzled his nose. “Are you ready for more?” Sun immediately nodded, the giddiness rising up again as his mother smirked and lifted a paw over his belly, wiggling the tips of her claws and slowly lowering. Then it stopped just a mere inch above. “Mmmm…Maaahahaaam…” Sun giggle-whined. “Yeees Sunny~?” Ana chuckled. Sun squirmed underneath her, staring at her paw. “Are-aren’t you going to…?” “Going to what honey?” Sun whined. Of course she was going to do this… “You’re going to make me ask aren’t you…” Ana raised a playful brow. “Whatever do you mean, Sunnybunny?” Sun pouted and looked away. He muttered something. Ana chuckled as she flicked an ear toward him. “What was that, baby?” Another mutter. Ana gently poked his tummy, earning a squeak. “TIHIHIckles! Pl-plehease…” Sun blushed, shrinking his rays back. Ana chuckled. “But of course honey. It's yer treatment after all~!”

She lowered the paw to scribble his sides and along his belly, earning a multitude of different squeals, squeaks and snorts. The closer she got to the center of his belly the louder her Sunny laughed and the more he tried to kick his legs, which was near impossible at the moment as she kept them trapped under her arms. “MEHEHEHEHEEEANIEEHEHEHEHE!!” Sun cackled “EEEHEHEEP SNORT SNORT MAHAHAHAHAMAAHAHAAHAHAAAA!! SNORT”

“You keep saying that honey but I’m just trying to help you with that Sassinitis Grumptitus! You still seem to have quite a bit of sass. Hmm…I wonder if I tickle this spot if it will finally go away!” She tapped the center of his lower belly, earning another loud squeal. In that spot was a little dent that dipped into the bot’s belly, acting much like a belly button. A bad spot for both Sun and Moon. “GYEEhehehe!! Pfft I-I dohont think so! I-Iihihi think you’re just being a BUTT!” Ana playfully raised a brow and tilted her head at that. “My my, calling your own mother such names! Sunny, I thought you knew better.” She gasped. “Oh no…it must be getting worse! We have to act quickly!” Before Sun could question that, Ana held his hands again to keep them out of the way. He blinked at her in question…until she took in a deep breath, then he knew exactly what she was doing.

“No! Nonono! Mama! I’m sorry! Nahahat that, anything but that-!” Ana smirked at him, looking over him to make sure she indeed wasn’t going too far, but the giant grin on her baby’s faceplate told her exactly what she needed. That wasn’t a “stop” that was a “please tickle me mama!” And knowing such, she wasted no time in blowing a raspberry directly over the dent. Sun screamed out in pure laughter, arching his back up and practically pressing his tummy against his mother’s muzzle. Her whiskers brushed against his sides, her nose cold against his silicone and rubbery tum. She suddenly released his hands and went right for the balljoints under his arms, gently scribbling her claws against them, fiddling with the wires here and there. At the same time, the raspberry switched into gentle nibbling, Ana hamming it up with a few “Om nom nom''s

He screamed, laughed, cackled, squirmed, arched and snorted. His rays spun happily around his faceplate, showing his clear enjoyment.

“GYAAAHAHAHAHAHA! KHKHEHEHEHEHE! SNORT OHAHAHAA! NAHAHAHAO NIHIHIHIHIBBLIHIHING! SNORT OHOHO STAHAHARS! NYAHAHAT THE WIHIHIHIRES! NEEHEHEHEHEEE! SNORT SNORT!” Ana pulled her head away and laughed, slowing down her finger wiggles and licking the tip of his pointy nose as he tried to calm down, giggling here and there as the phantom tickles still tingled all over. “How’s that sugastar? Think you’re cured yet?” Sun blinked and averted his gaze as he tapped his fingers, he could feel Ana’s smile on him. He still wanted more. “Uhm…N-No! I think I still have a small bit of this bug…I think you still need to get one more spot!” “Glutton.” Moon chuckled in their shared headspace. “No one asked you Moonie!” “Oooh~ You really are badly infected~! So much sass!” Sun huffed as Ana laughed lightly. Based on his expression, she could tell her boys were having their inner conversation with each other. “Well Sun.” She started, gaining his attention again. “What spot should I get next?” Sun blushed, his rays shrinking and spinning slowly. “Uhm…well…” He pulled his legs back a bit, trying to signal her to the last spot. Another really ticklish spot both he and Moon shared. She looked back to one of his trapped legs and chuckled. “Ah. I see…” She moved her arms to release his legs and then proceeded to change his position, having him lay across her arms now. “Last spot and you should be all cured yea?” Sun giggled giddily and nodded up at her. His rays spun at an even pace as Ana made sure the daycare attendant was comfortable and snuggled up against her chest fur while she brought her tail around and wrapped the end around his ankles, the fluffy fur on the tip dangerously close to his soles. “Ready baby?” “R-ready mama…” Ana nodded as her tail dusted along the paw pads on his feet, along the arches and his heels. The star themed DCA let out a squeak and covered his face with his hands as titters escaped him. He tried to pull his feet away and wave them around but Ana’s tail kept them from going anywhere. Then the fur went right for the toes. “EEP! NONONO! NAHAHAT THE TOHOHOHOES! IHIHIHIT TIIHIHIICKLES SO MUHUHUHUCH!!” Ana hummed lovingly. “Now you can say the word huh? I must have you in absolute tickly bliss~”

Her next move flossed the fur between each toes on his right foot slowly. It got a squeal out of Sun as he tried to twist his body and yank his legs back. “OHOHOHO STAHAHARS SNORT THAHAHATS SO-SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!” “Oh that’s bad huh? And to think it’s just my tail.” Ana teased. “Maybe the last of that nasty disease will be gone if I do….this!” Her tail released his ankles, her paw shooting over to start scratching lightly at the arch and paw pads of one foot. “BWAHAHAA! MAMAAHAHAAA NONO! NAHAHAHAHAOO CLAHAHAHAHAHAWS SNORT SQUEAAAAAH!!” She earned another loud scream of laughter as her claws tickled at his toes, scratching at the stems of the toes before getting at the little beans. Sun pulled his legs back and waved his foot around to try and evade the claws but Ana would follow closely or simply switch to the other foot which made the cycle only repeat. “AHAHAHAOKAHAHAY OKAHAHAHAY! RED REHEHEHED!!” Hearing that, Ana stopped quickly. Sun relaxed and caught his breath, titters and giggles still flowing out of him. Ana licked and kissed his upper crescent before pressing foreheads with him. “Better sugastar?” Sun nodded with a happy tickle drunk giggle. “Eheheheh…Yehehes..”

He let out a yawn and curled up on his side, facing his mother’s chest. He nuzzled and cuddled against her. Ana smiled before she gently wrapped her jaws around his middle and carried him over to her little nest that she and her boys always stayed together in. She laid down and gently placed the sunny DCA in the middle of blankets and pillows. She pulled a blanket over him and nuzzled him. Sun giggled and hugged her snout. “Thank you mama…” “For what honey?” “For caring…” Sun yawned. “For being our mom…” “Oh sugar…” Ana cooed as she curled herself around him. “I don’t need thanks for that. I love you boys more than the world itself. I’d do anything to help you keep a true smile…” Sun hummed sleepily, curling up again and hugging a pillow. “Us too mama…” Ana smiled softly, seeing that sleep was very quickly taking him. She bonked foreheads with him again. “Get some sleep my sweet lil sunshine…tomorrow’s a new day.”

“Love you Mama…” “I love you too, Firefly. I love you both so very much.” She heard the light snoring suddenly start up, a whistle escaping with each exhale. Ana lied her head down beside him. “Sweet dreams Sunny…” She smiled and shut her eyes, knowing soon enough, Moon would come out and wake for his patrols and she’d want to spend some time with him too.

FIN

#fnaf tickles #moondrop #sundrop #fnaf security breach #lee!sundrop #fnaf sundrop #fnaf moon #fnaf moondrop #ler!ana #oc ana #momma dragon au #HW2 inspired #fnaf hw2 #hw2 #help wanted 2 #hw2 spoilers #Kinda spoilers?#Mention some things in the game I guess lol #tickle fic

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feral-puppy-boy · 4 months

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Starting to think I'm not a dog pup.

No, I'm a wolf pup. I fight back and bark and bite and I try to pridefully be on my own. I need to be forced and dragged and collared and muzzled. I try to be the hunter, the one chasing and fucking my prey - and maybe with bunnyboys or lambboys or other boys who are soft and small I can be.

But you, the one taming me, won't let the wolf pup just do whatever he wants, because you know better. You know that wolf pups need discipline and control and an owner to be healthy. You ignore my barking and push me onto my back, grinding your shoe on my aching, hard tcock, making me howl in pain. "Such a prideful pup," you say, "But with no dick to match it," I growl, clearly humiliated, and you laugh as I try to snap towards you, showing my teeth. "Now, now, we both know that it's better if you just behave and are a good pup for me," you press down harder on my tdick until I throw my head back, squirming in pain - and in that moment of weakness, you swiftly put a collar around my neck. Before I can react, you also manage to cuff my legs and attach a spreader bar between them, leaving my swollen tcock on full display.

I start howling again, but you pull from the leash and squat down to pinch my tcock. "Now, now, with a dick like that, we both know you need someone to fuck you." I whine as you slap my tcock before pinching it again. "I can do this all day - either you keep fighting back and your poor little pathetic dicklet will be so sore you can't even close your legs, or you are a good wolf pup and you'll get off with just a spanking from the earlier." I whine as you slap my tdick again with full force, "The choice is yours, pup."

#p3t pl4y #puppy sub #ftm puppy #ftmsph #ftm nsft #small dick humiliation #nsft #nsft tdick #matt writes #wolf pup

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mlmxreader · 8 months

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Our Little Game | Bane x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Bane: Hiya! Hope alls well 🖤. May I please give you a request to use the following prompts for big tiddy Bane X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "Off ya go, bugger off"+"Don't roll your eyes at me" (Idk, I wanna see a sassy reader with this man 😆) Thank you very much 🖤! 🐍anon

summary: Bane loves you, he just doesn't love your smart mouth.

tws: swearing

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By all means, Bane had attempted to be quiet when he snuck into your home in the middle of the night; the dogs greeted him warmly, wagging their tails and trying to lick his hands and his mask, making him laugh softly as he pushed them aside gently.

He shook his head fondly, leaving his boots by the door he had come through before he carefully and expertly made his way through to your bedroom; he made sure to lock the door behind him, swallowing thickly as he crept towards the bed. To his shock, you were wide awake; he had hoped to surprise you, but seeing you awake, it made for a better surprise.

At least if you were awake, you wouldn’t have told him to shove his surprise where the sun didn’t shine; but you didn’t notice he was there with your earphones in and staring at the laptop screen. You were watching something, but he couldn’t see what. He checked his phone, and sent you a text telling you to look away from the screen; when you looked at your phone, it only took a few seconds before your gaze snapped over to Bane; you scoffed.

“I’m watching something,” you told him with a shake of your head. “I’ve been dying to watch it for over a year, so please, fuck off, my love.”

“You’re not even happy to see me,” Bane teased, waiting for you to move over before he clambered on the bed beside you, his arm around your shoulders as he leaned in slightly. “And I put in so much effort.”

“Well, try again tomorrow,” you said seriously. “Off ya go, bugger off, now. Let me watch my thing.”

He rolled his eyes. “Watch your mouth, little one.”

“First, don’t roll your eyes at me,” you huffed. “Second, it’s your own fault.”

Bane growled under his breath, grabbing your laptop and gently setting it on the floor before he straddled your waist; his mask felt suffocating, knowing that he could never kiss you like a normal man. He could never bite down and leave his mark all over you for everyone in Gotham to see; for everyone to look at each mark and know that you belonged to Bane, and only Bane.

His mask felt suffocating, knowing that he was limited with what he could do. But he tutted as he shook his head, pinning your arms above your head as he tilted his head to the side; darkness was on his side, as it meant that you couldn’t predict his next move, rendering that smart mouth silent for once.

He let out a soft breath, holding onto your throat with his other hand but not daring to apply any pressure; the line between teasing and threatening increasingly blurred as you licked your lips, eyes wide with excitement.

“Oh no, I’ve been caught,” you laughed, sarcasm would only make things worse. “What ever shall I do? Surrender to the big, bad man who broke the Bat’s back?”

Bane shrugged. “You could do that - it would be much easier for us both, little one.”

“I don’t think so, big guy,” you whispered, grinning. You wrenched your hands free from his grip, knowing that it was never exactly a hard grip to begin with. “What are you gonna do? Gag me?”

“I’m considering it,” Bane admitted with a nod. “More and more each time you open that smart mouth.”

You hummed, shaking your head with disappointment. “You won’t muzzle me. You like my smart mouth too much.”

He hated that you were right, sighing heavily as he sat back a little. “Your mouth will be the end of me, my love.”

You shrugged, laughing softly. “You love it, really.”

He sighed heavily. You were right, he hated to admit it, but you were right. He had to find a way to shut you up somehow, so he did the only thing he could think of - and gently, expertly, pressed his mask against your mouth. He felt your hot breath against the metal coming through to his skin, and could tell that you were kissing him back.

Smugly, Bane laughed under his breath as his hands trailed down, grabbing your thighs as he leaned in a little more; it was the best he could do, although he wished that he could kiss you properly. Actually feel your lips on his and taste them. But when you wrapped your arms around him, your hands at the back of his neck, he found he stopped caring; when he pulled back, he brought you with him, lying you down on the bed without even meaning to.

“Is that it?” You asked, raising a brow. “Please tell me there’s more.”

He sighed heavily, wishing he didn’t love you so much. No one else would have gotten away with such backchat, with constantly poking him and chipping away at him until he took the bait; but you knew that Bane would never hurt you, you knew he would never treat you badly.

So you flaunted the fact that you were so immune to his violence, so immune to being killed for things he had killed his henchmen for even thinking. You danced with danger, and every time, you came out on stop.

“Can I watch my thing?” You asked. “C’mon, all you gotta do is bugger off for a bit!”

He grumbled, a long breath leaving him as he fondly shook his head. “What’s the matter? You can’t finish what you started?”

You grinned at him, shaking your head. “You should know better than that, big guy.”

He pressed his hand to your throat again, able to feel your easy and steady pulse. Anyone else’s heart would have been racing like a rabbit’s - but not yours. You knew Bane too well, you knew the game you were playing and the dance you were doing.

He hated that smart mouth of yours, he really did, that smart mouth would undoubtedly get you into trouble one day - but for now, he could laugh softly, and he could keep playing your game.

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whumpalicious08 · 2 years

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Assassin/hired gun Whumpee prompts :)

Because sm of you asked about the assassin Whumpee/guard dog Whumpee prompts from my physical position whump post (which I now know are called stress positions, thank you to the person in the comments of that post), I've decided to make a list of just assassin themed prompts :) Enjoy <3

NON CON TOUCHING, VIOLENT/HUMILIATING LANGUAGE, HUMILIATION IN GENERAL, PHYSICAL ABUSE, SORT OF IMPLIED SA? ITS NOT MENTIONED OR ALLUDED TO VERY CLEARLY, BUT IT CAN BE DEDUCED FROM THE DESCRIPTIONS OF WHUMPEE'S INJURIES.

Note the running theme of possessive Whumper ;)

“You can’t. It’s gone too far, Whumper; don’t do this.” Whumpee protests, shaking his head. His voice is firm but his mind is racing; he’s never questioned his boss' orders quite so blatantly before. Whumper’s expression is blank for a millisecond, before his face splits into a twisted grin. “You think I need your permission, Whumpee?” He laughs. It’s the kind of laugh that makes Whumpee's every instinct scream at him to either turn tail or blast Whumper to kingdom come. He knows better than to try either. “I f*%#$ing own you.” The mirth in Whumper’s face drains away, is replaced by low, simmering fury. He grabs Whumpee by his throat, forcing out of him an involuntary gasp, and rubs his thumb over his pulse point. "You're nothing- not even a person, really. Just a bloody gun." Whumpee tries his best to look indignant, fails, ends up looking pathetically hurt instead. Whumper doesn't care, tightens his hold around his neck in response. "And don't you f%#@&ing forget it."

Assassin Whumpee who's bruised and battered; a direct result of Whumper; not any mission gone awry. He stands behind Whumper while he negotiates with the buyer, exuding charisma, control- dominance. He's the perfect opposite of Whumpee. A soft shuffling sound catches his attention. One of the buyer's armed guards, a ways away, has his eyes set on him. But not his face, or his gun - his neck. His neck, where Whumper's hand prints are plain against his skin, where Whumper had pulled down his collar far enough to reveal his initials, his brand, burned into him. Where Whumper's bite marks are starting to turn a horrible greyish-purple. Somehow, ever omnipotent, Whumper half glances back at Whumpee, smirks. Whumpee's face burns red. He planned this. He fixes the guard with a glare. God, now Whumpee's actually praying for the deal to go bad.

A dog tired Whumpee who's been awake for days, running point on missions for Whumper non-stop. He can't take it anymore. "Please." He murmurs reluctantly, ashamed to admit he's finally reached his limit. "I need to sleep." Whumper, who's back had been facing Whumpee, straightens up, slowly turns around. There's a fire in his eyes that makes Whumpee's mouth run dry. “Do you?” He closes the gap between them, grabs the front of Whumpee's shirt to pull his head down. Whumper's other hand reaches into Whumpee's back pocket, fingers wrap around the handle of his pistol. Whumpee feels the muzzle pressed into his temple. "What you need is to put a bullet in your next target." Whumper clicks the safety off and Whumpee shudders. "Or I'll put one in you."

Crime lord Whumper is leant back against the front of his heavy, mahogany desk, long legs crossed at the ankles and stretched out in front of him. His weight is braced on his arms; shirt rolled up to his elbows and fingers curled around the edge of the desk. He tilts his head playfully, watches as an emotionally and physically drained Whumpee lowers himself onto his knees just by his feet. "Sir." He murmurs hollowly, head hung low. "It's done." Whumper's grin widens, eyes light up. "Good boy." And despite himself, something in Whumpee keens.

A Whumper who has Caretaker captured, bound to a chair. A Whumper who has his Whumpee dutifully knelt at his feet, facing his friend, but his eyes are fixed on the ground. "You wouldn't believe how obedient this one is, Caretaker. How eager to please. He follows orders remarkably well." Whumpee looks up at him, shakes his head in a frantic, desperate way. He's begging. Begging to preserve his dignity; The person he was before all of this. The person he still is to Caretaker. Whumper smiles. "You should sit in on some of his missions, watch the way he kills, the way he tortures." He inhales sharply. "It's almost artistic." Caretaker looks at Whumpee; shock, pity and more than a little badly concealed disgust plain in his eyes. Whumpee is humiliated. Whumper is exuberant.

Some fun dialogue ⬇️ ;)

The slimy business man eyes Whumpee predatorily. "You've got a helluva gunman there. How much for his services?" Whumper's face darkens. "He's not for sale." Whumpee smiles bitterly. Whumper's not exactly in the habit of sharing.

"Pretty dog," the man jerks his head in Whumpee's direction. "Does it bite?" It's a thinly veiled question. Whumper smiles like a shark, all teeth, and raises an eyebrow. "Only when it's told."

"Please don't make me do this. I- I'm begging you." Whumpee says softly, watching his friend's movements down the scope of his rifle. Whumper lowers himself down, lips by his ears. When he speaks, it sends a thrum of electricity through Whumpee's body. "Take the f%#@&ing shot."

"But I - I failed you." Whumpee frowns, shaking his head. Whumper gives him a smile. He rolls one of the bloodied bodies on the floor over to it's front. "I wouldn't say so."

Whumpee hisses as Whumper presses a little too hard on one of his wounds. Whumper gives him a humoured smile in leiu of an apology - not that Whumpee was expecting one anyway. The whole 'tending to his injuries' thing is out of character enough. "You're pretty like this." Whumper hums, presses down hard with the guaze again. Whumpee squeezes his eyes shut, pain making his head turn. "Then why are you helping me?" He bites out, gasping as Whumpee's gloved fingers dig into his wound. Whumper's eyes twinkle, corners of his mouth quirking upwards. "Can't play with a broken toy."

Whump is such a big part of my life guys I be listening to a song and think "hm, what a pleasant song to torture one of my characters to." I think it's bad too because they ain't even sad songs they just sound like something my whumper would hurt someone to idk 💀.

#mafia boss #crime boss #emotional whump #whump #whump fic #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump writing #whumpee #pet whump #caretaker #living weapon #verbal humiliation #caretaking #hurt/no comfort #angst

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tomriddlehyperfixataion · 2 months

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The summer of 1942 - Tom Riddle x Reader -P8

cross posted on ao3

Tom sat across from Navi as he ate his lunch, the kennel door wide open as Navi stared at him, her lunch a few feet away from the cot she lay on.

He really didn’t know why he was so adamant about gaining Navi’s trust, but she was still so skinny and needed attention she couldn't get if she didn’t trust someone-so Tom supposed he was taking on that job.

Tom wiped his mouth clean of mayo and licked it off his thumb, glancing up with a raised brow as he saw Navi just a bit closer than she was before. He slowly chewed through the bite he had just taken and ripped off a bit of the turkey from his sandwich leaning forward a bit and tossing it towards Navi.

He looked down to take another bite and when he looked back up, Navi was closer and the turkey was gone. Tom held back his smile and tore another piece of turkey, tossing it slightly closer to himself but still far enough for Navi to not be too scared to eat it.

He took another bite and when he looked up, Navi was closer and the turkey was gone once again. Tom repeated this twice more, Navi getting closer each time; eventually Tom ripped off a piece of the whole sandwich and slowly held it out to Navi, speaking in a low and calm tone as she flinched back-her tail tucked and eyes wide. “it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you, I promise,” Tom said, leaning forward slightly, holding back his grin as Navi carefully tiptoed forward, glancing between the sandwich and Tom-before she finally took the piece he was holding and then quickly backed up, devouring the piece.

Tom ripped off another piece and ate a chip, slowly eating it as he held out the sandwich piece to Navi; who slowly stepped forward till she grabbed the piece-but this time, she didn’t go back. Tom smiled and slowly tilted his hand forward, taking a slow breath as Navi growled slightly-warning him what would happen if he dared to do anything to harm her.

“I won't, I promise,” Tom muttered-using his magic to push his feelings and intentions into the air, so Navi could read him easier and she relaxed, letting Tom curl his hand under her muzzle and pet her gently. Tom was almost heartbroken by how-surprised Navi seemed to be by Tom’s gentle touch, but soon enough she melted into it and crawled into his lap, which then melted Tom’s heart and made him let out a small sigh as he pet Navi and held her a bit closer.

He looked up when he heard a gasp and saw Prothero staring in shock-looking just as happy as he felt. “oh, my, god,” She whispered with a grin, her hands to her face as tears gathered in her eyes. “oh my god, Tom~” she continued to whisper, not wanting to scare Navi as she relaxed in Tom’s lap. He just grinned-unable to do much else other than pet Navi and keep calm.

Prothero came and sat next to him, gently petting Navi’s head with a soft smile and tears In her eyes. “Maybe now we can finally start her recovery,” Prothero muttered, giggling as Navi snuck the rest of Tom’s sandwich-which he let her, she was too skinny to not have a good sandwich.

Only a few days later-Navi let Tom pick her up and put her in the metal bathtub in the bathing room-a room every dog visited at one point or another-especially if they were new. “Have you ever given a dog a bath?” Prothero asked, handing him a bottle filled with shampoo and water.

“The only animal I’ve ever bathed is a horse,” Tom muttered, smirking at Prothero’s snort, taking the hose with the shower head and waiting until Prothero had set the water to a proper temperature and carefully introduced Navi to the water.

Navi loved the water actually, and she started smiling while Tom scrubbed her face, her eyes closing in bliss. Tom closed his eyes at the sight and let his head tip back, holding back the biggest grin while Prothero squealed with laughter.

“Thank you Tom, I don’t think she would ever get this far without you,” Prothero whispered to him as they started to rinse Navi off; Tom hid his expression with a sniff and a nod, not letting her see how much those words meant to him.

Prothero just grinned at him-clearly seeing through the mask he put up and patted his shoulder, screeching as Navi suddenly shook and covered the two of them in water and soap. “That got in my mouth,” Tom gagged, trying to spit out the soap that got his tongue. Prothero just laughed, the side of her face dripping with water.

Tom chuckled at the sight and Prothero beamed, bumping his shoulder a bit as they helped Navi out of the tub and dried her off with a fluffy towel, Tom holding Navi while Prothero clipped her nails and cleaned her ears.

As Tom and Prothero returned Navi to her room to let her get some rest from the exciting activities of getting a bath-she shyly leaned up and licked Tom’s cheek staying close enough to do it again as Tom jerked back slightly-his eyes wide. He turned to Prothero-whose eyes were sparkling with a large grin on her face. “You are a fucking miracle worker sugar cube,” she breathed and Tom rolled his eyes, patting Navi gently and letting her go back into her room.

“Tell that to Dumbledore,” Tom muttered and Prothero snorted, using his shoulder to stand and then helping him up-making him stumble a bit from how light he was and how strong Prothero was “Why? Does he not like you?” Prothero asked and Tom nodded, Dumbledore had never liked him-he could see that from the moment Dumbledore lay eyes on him that fateful day Tom learned he was a wizard.

“huh…I can see why,” Tom whipped around, feeling offended only to roll his eyes at Prothero’s grin, clearly teasing him.

“How you wound me,” Tom grumbled, forcing down the grin that wanted to prick at his lips while Prothero laughed. “I’ll have you know I’m a delight to be around,”

“Keep telling yourself that sugar cube,” Prothero chuckled, shoving Tom lightly and he shoved her back-the two devolving into snickers and laughter as they continued to push each other around until they were racing back to the house-Tom breathing heavily behind Prothero. “you’re shorter than me how are you faster!?” Tom yelled to Prothero-who was easily beating his strides.

She just laughed, touching the support beam of the patio awning first and declaring her win, Tom collapsing on the stairs as he caught up a few moments later. “Fuck you,” Tom wheezed as he let himself lay down, breathing heavily as Prothero giggled-also out of breath.

“No thanks,” Prothero said with a wheeze, giggling as Tom kicked her ankle with flushed cheeks. “Don’t take my insult out of context,” Tom hissed, but he was grinning and his tone didn’t do anything to make Prothero stop laughing.

Later that night, as Tom was getting ready for bed-he glanced at the calendar that rested on the wall and frowned-realizing there was only a month left of summer vacation. September 1st was already on its way and soon Tom and Prothero would be back at Hogwarts.

Tom swallowed, realizing what the new feeling in his throat was, anxiety. For the first time since he started school-he didn’t want summer to end. Usually, it dragged on for eons and Tom would be stuck counting the days till September 1st. But now? Now he wanted another month, an extra day; anything more to enjoy the summer.

He actually dreaded the end of summer, usually, he dreaded the end of the school year-but now it was total reverse, and Tom…did not know how to feel about it.

He had told himself that this summer wouldn’t change anything-that everything would stay the same at school, that he would continue his research, and he and Prothero would just go back to how they were before summer-to just knowing the other existed and nothing more.

But Tom didn’t know if he wanted that still…

“you don’t want to leave?” Viper hissed as Tom sat next to her tank, he had needed to vent his feelings to something that could respond-his Diary wouldn’t be able to and Prothero was sort’ve connected to those feelings.

“Not really, I don’t know why, I’ve never had a problem with any of thisss before…I don’t know whatsss different.” Tom muttered, picking at the skin of his thumb, a nervous habit he had mostly kicked-only doing it when he was exceptionally nervous.

Viper only chuckled, a hissing noise that jumped to and fro from her throat. “Hatchling, you’ve sssaid you’ve alwaysss been alone during sssummer, yesss?” Tom nodded, not quite understanding what she was getting at. “You’ve made friendsss with the other hatchling, (y/n), thatsss what you don’t want to end. Thisss is the firssst sssummer you’ve not been alone, and (y/n) isss why; you want to keep being friendsss, but you are ssscared, of what I am not sssure.”

“I’m not-scared.” Tom snapped-in English-glaring at nothing, he wasn’t scared, not of Prothero, or of anything. Viper just gave him a knowing look, she was quite wise for a snake, and she could see the confusion within the young hatchling.

“you’ve never had a real friend before, have you?” Viper asked and Tom felt his cheeks flush, before slowly nodding. “Thisss isss all new to you then, but it’sss okay to admit you want to keep being friendsss beyond this placcce, you aren’t weaker to want her to be your friend.”

Tom swallowed, clicking his jaw a bit. “You sssure think you know a lot about me,” Tom muttered, not correcting the snake but not telling her she was wrong either. Viper looked as if she was grinning, smugly, and Tom sighed; getting to his feet. “This was a waste of time,” he mumbled to himself, grabbing the key to the reptile house ignoring the knowing look on Viper’s face as he stepped out of the building and locked it back up-heading back to the house as the midnight breeze ruffled his hair.

But Viper’s words had made him think, because yes-he did want to stay friends with Prothero…but she was a muggle-born, someone his schoolmates loathed just because of her blood. If he stayed friendly with her, his reputation would possibly go down the drain and he would lose all chances of climbing the ladder he so desperately was trying to climb.

But at the same time-he didn’t care. Because Prothero…(y/n), was the first friend he had truly made, she was…fun to be around, he didn’t feel like he had to act a certain way around her, and she didn’t seem to care about the reputation he had created at school-to her, he was just another kid her age that she teased relentlessly and called sugar cube(and still stole his things, like his WAND).

Tom sighed as he stepped back into his room and leaned on the door to close it, letting his head hit the wood as it tipped back. Feelings were so confusing.

By Saturday,(it had been Tuesday when Tom bathed Navi) Navi was walking around the building while Tom and (y/n) cleaned it, usually following Tom while (y/n) held back her laughter. She was also gaining weight quickly but safely, gaining energy she hadn’t had only a week before.

And when Tom and (y/n) went back to the house to go eat lunch, Navi was making all sorts of noises as Tom and (y/n) tried to leave. (y/n) snorted as Tom stared in near awe, chuckling a bit under his breath as Navi just-kept talking. “I think she wants to come with you,” (y/n) laughed and Tom sighed, sharing a glance with (y/n)-waiting till (y/n) nodded before he went to let Navi back out and let her follow them to the house.

“Is that Navi?” Maggie asked, her eyes wide as she saw Navi trotting behind Tom. Navi quickly got anxious at the horde of humans and curled up behind Tom-who knelt beside the scared pup and wrapped his arm around her, whispering calmly.

“Yeah, she really likes Tom, got very vocal when we tried to leave.” (y/n) said as she went into the house, Maggie laughing at the image in her head while Tom stayed back with Navi, sitting with her in the grass. Navi was still very nervous around so many people-but she was the one who had demanded to come along, eventually (y/n) came back out with their lunch and handed one to Tom, who leaned away as Navi attempted to get a good sniff.

“Not for you,” Tom said with a small grin, laughing as Navi climbed into his lap and attempted to get his food. “Oh, so he does laugh!” Justin teased as Tom carefully pushed Navi off of him, making her sit and then giving her some of his chicken.

Tom just rolled his eyes with a side smirk and ate some of his lunch, chuckling as (y/n) provided commentary for Navi as if she could speak-which provided the whole horde with laughter as Navi continued to attempt to snatch Tom’s lunch right from his hands.

“Is, is for me, I take from lanky hands,” (y/n) said in an odd voice, cackling as Navi smacked Tom’s neck with her paw, being very vocal as she attempted to convince Tom to give her his lunch.

“I do not have lanky hands, I’m just skinny,” Tom told (y/n) but she just snorted and told him Navi said that, not her. Tom hummed with a nod, his lips pursed into a smirk while (y/n) laughed, just so happy Navi was finally showing off her personality and being silly.

Tom ate most of his lunch and then gave Navi the last of it for being so brave, chuckling as she devoured the chicken. “She’s gonna miss you when we leave,” (y/n) mumbled next to him, the two now alone-both watching as Navi panted in the afternoon sun, looking like the happy dog she was supposed to be. She still had a lot of weight to put on, and still needed some medical attention-but she was going to pull through.

“I think I’m gonna miss her too,” Tom mumbled back, relaxing back on his hands, keeping his eyes on Navi as he felt (y/n)’s chin rest on his shoulder, a burning feeling traveling down his arm. He ignored it, he just wasn’t used to being touched was all.

“Too bad we can’t bring her back with us, but at the same thing I think it would be way too much in too little time,” (y/n) muttered and Tom snorted, only imagining the chaos it would be to bring Navi to school. Even if he was sure Headmaster Dippet loved him, there was no way he would approve of Tom bringing a ‘random’ animal.

“Yeah, besides, I can think of some key people who would just ruin all her progress,” Tom said bitterly, thinking of his schoolmates, Black especially. (y/n) made a noise and Tom turned his head slightly, having a feeling she wanted to speak. “Why are you friends with them anyway? I mean-you’re not really like them, personality-wise. You’re far more mature, though you have your moments,” Tom snorted again and he felt (y/n)’s grin against his shirt. “and while I’m sure now, I assumed you didn’t really think of people the way they did…like how they are with muggleborns ‘n stuff, you never really called anyone…mudblood, and you aren’t a bully like they are?”

Tom froze at that, staring at Navi. “Sugar cube?” (y/n) asked, moving to sit beside him, frowning at his expression-like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “Tom?”

“i…I did think that way, for a bit,” Tom muttered, looking down at his hands, which were now picking at the grass he sat on. “I just wasn't vocal about it, didn’t want to ruin any options I had,” Tom sighed again as (y/n) looked a bit uncomfortable, now realizing Tom might think the same of her as his ‘friends’ did. “Honestly (y/n),” she seemed surprised to hear her name, but let him continue. “if you had tried to be my friend before all of, this,” Tom waved his hand around at their surroundings, his eyes still downcast. “I would’ve called you all the worst names in the book, in my head at least, probably would’ve been a prat, I didn’t want friendships, I didn’t value people, only what they could do for me…”

Tom went quiet, trying to figure out his next words while (y/n) glanced off, and then back at him. “Then why were you so…nice(he was a bit rude but-nice was the closest word) during the train ride and those first two weeks? I assume your opinion didn’t really change until you started working with me?”

Tom shrugged, giving (y/n) a mock of his most charming smile. “I’m polite and I prefer to keep my enemies to a minimum, but-yes, that day I first helped you is what really started turning my mind around, that and…Navi,” Navi perked up at her name and tilted her head, making Tom smile.

“I think I still have some-things to work through but,” Tom shrugged again, looking up at the clear blue sky. “I don’t think like they do anymore…I’m…not really sure I’ll be able to return to school and go back to how it was.” (y/n) slowly hummed, nodding, staring at the side of his face.

“I would like to stay friends, for one thing,” Tom said, unable to help but let that wish tumble from his lips, flushing as (y/n) blinked at him, a bit surprised. Then she started laughing and Tom sighed, an almost tired smile on his face. “You really thought I was just going to let you act like this summer never happened?! Nah you’re stuck with me for life sugar cube; no returns, no exchanges, no take backs.” (y/n) teased, poking his cheek while Tom laughed quietly, nodding along to her teasing.

“Oh no, whatever shall I do?” Tom said dryly, grinning as (y/n) shook her head and shoved him gently. “Besides, those boys are all boring anyways, can't say they’ve ever spent three hours cleaning snake shit with me,” Tom muttered, laughing as (y/n) snorted and leaned forward enough to bump her head into his shoulder.

“And they’ve never gotten me beignets, so,” Tom hummed, letting out a small yelp as (y/n) pushed him to the ground, laughing as Navi jumped up and over to help (y/n) push Tom around. “Not fair! Two against one is not fair!” (y/n) just kept laughing as Navi barked-getting zoomies as the two teens kept laughing and then watched in giggling awe as Navi ran about.

“Sooo,” (y/n) muttered after a few minutes, looking at Tom and holding her hand in the air, an uncertain smile on her face. “friends?” Tom blinked, and then smiled, grabbing her hand and squeezing lightly, looking up at her from his spot on the ground. “Friends.” Tom muttered softly, his smile turning to a wide grin as (y/n) nodded, holding back a big smile of her own as Navi came over and plopped between them-letting out a big huff as she side-flopped into Tom, who let out a small ‘oof’ as Navi put her weight into him.

Yeah, he was definitely gonna miss this place.

-end of p8-

I still don’t know how to write Tom, and I half feel like the pacing is off but also…it's good enough, but yay Navi~ I’ve been imagining her as a staffy btw

@slytherinboysappreciation

#tom riddle x reader #tom riddle imagine #harry potter fanfiction #tom riddle #fluff fic

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thefoulbeast · 10 months

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1, 4, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19

1 Who would be first to to bite down and consume the flesh of the other, euphoric in the taste and the heft and the slide of the blood

They bite each other in tandem, like two parts of an ourouborous, tails twitching, teeth itching. They're pressed up close, chest to chest, biting the other's right shoulder. They have to bite down hard enough for the skin to give and bleed, and moan in unison as teeth penetrate. It tastes like all that is unholy and salvation at once. They've never felt like this before. The meat creaks between human incisor and animal fang. Soft, soft, hot and sweet. They lick at each other like cats at spilled milk. And then they kiss, and the flavour of them mixed between their tongues.

4 when the roles are blurred or reversed who would be first to die and how? would it be by bulletwound? the phallic blade? strangulation?

In the worst possible version of the story, they never meet. In another version, Scarab kills Maggot the first time they meet. In another, Maggot dies in the Zone - alone and scared.

The roles reverse when Maggot shoots Scarab back. It's bulletwound. That's the only way they could ever kill each other. Everything else is just sex - knives and hands strangling. The roles blur before righting themselves while Scarab recovers, gives himself up to clever hands that nurse him better and dig into the fresh scar all in one. Maggot, drunk on power, biting and scratching and owning.

It's a willing sacrifice, a wolf that's a lamb that wants to be eaten. And Maggot, despite his demure nature, is no rabbit, is no animal of prey. He's a hunter too - something patient that waits for you to walk into a clever trap. Something that makes you want to be eaten once you take a bite. A role reversal at the last moment. So - is it planned? Is it premediated? Is it real? Does it matter?

When this wolf meets this other predator, when he pulls him out into the open, makes him bare himself... that is when he dies and is reborn.

14 And if the dog bit back?

A puppy that bites you only when you put your hand between its teeth, and even then, only as play. Politely playful. But you can never quite let down your guard and believe it will grow up to be a kindhearted dog.

15 and if the dog bit back?

A wolf that prowls the woods, seeking something, anything, to fill its belly. A wolf that wants nothing more than to gore you and eat you.

16 and if the dog bit back?

They're both dogs, locked in a fight. Biting at each other, but more furiously at anyone else who might like to intervene. There is blood, and bone shines through the wet wounds. Still, they cannot stop. It's the most important thing they've ever done.

17 and if the dog bit back?

The bigger dog, the more vicious dog, holds the other dog's throat in its jaws. Bite down, he thinks. Bite down. But he cannot. The dog under it is still and content. It is not afraid. Bite me, he says, what a wonderful way to go.

18 and if the dog bit back?

The dog does, eventually. But it's a mutual decision. Strong hands guide the muzzle of the gun to where it will be a perfect mirror image. Shoot me, shoot me, shoot me. Make me yours as you are mine. Lick my wounds as I should have licked yours. Forgive me love, because I did not know then what I know now. That I want you. That I would give everything to you. That you hold me in your hands, body and soul and blood and bone.

19 and if the dog bit back?

Just a nip, a reminder of that epic fight that seemed to last forever. They are both victors and both losers. The score is settled. Just teeth on familiar territory. Your hand, your fingers in my mouth, tracing against my teeth.

Just a nip, not enough to even leave a mark. I'll bite your tongue, you'll bite my thigh. I'll drag my incisors over your throat and you'll pull me in closer against your body.

The puppy grew into a hound and it sleeps with the wolves out in the wild. The wolf is fed. The hound knows how to bite impolitely.

All is well. For now.

#ask #sleepy-space-nerd #magrab #oc #friends ocs #maggot #scarab

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m-jelly · 2 years

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I have another spooky request please 👉👈

SFW with Mike

Spook: Wolf and Witch

Location: Woods

Context: Wolf!Mike is sent to investigate strange happenings up a nearby mountain. He comes across a cosy hut in the woods and finds himself a little witch 👀

Thank you! ❤️

Oh hi Cheesy, fancy seeing you here 👀Of course, I'd love to do this!

A new pet

Pairing: Wolf!Mike x Witch!Reader

Genre and tags: Alternative AU, fluff, cute, romance, playful Mike, silly.

Concept: Mike is told by the King and the castle guards to investigate the woods around the mountains of great magic because guards who go in, tend to magically appear back at the castle with no knowledge of the woods. Mike goes in and avoids magic traps to see a cute witch. After a few dirty jokes from him, you put a magic collar on him and put him in a kennel. As you keep him captive, the two of you get close and eventually you free Mike, but he doesn't want to leave.

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Dense, warm and close. The woods were imposing and not for the weak-hearted, but thankfully due to being a wolf hybrid, Mike was in his element. The deep groaning of the thick trees was a comforting sound. Birds sang their playful song and flutter above him.

Mike stopped a moment and inhaled deep, he felt his body relax at the mixture of dirt, flowers and moss. It was so fresh here. His brown wolf ears twitched a little when he heard a soft humming. He dropped his gaze down to the base of a tree and saw a little magic symbol.

He avoided the symbol and moved further into the forest. He sniffed the air and caught the scent of a delicious apple pie. He growled as he felt a pang of hunger shoot through him. He picked up the pace and avoided all the traps until he found the sweetest cabin home with a huge garden with all the delights needed to live and have a good time.

He spied a beautifully made apple pie cooling on the window ledge. He moved closer and reached for it. "Just one bite." He picked it up and started eating. He moaned as a burst of apple and cinnamon filled his mouth. "Delicious." He kept eating until there was nothing left. "Mm." He flinched when he heard a gasp. He glanced up through the window to see a cute woman. "Hi."

You screamed making Mike fly back. You flew through your window as Mike slammed on his back and skidded. "Who are you!?"

He grunted and looked at you in the sweetest black dress with a puffy bottom and thigh highs. He smiled as he took you in. "If this is about me eating your pie, I'm sorry, but if it means anything it was delicious."

You growled and floated closer. "You...you...you...ANIMAL!"

He stood up and clicked his neck before looking up your dress. "Oh, nice panties."

You dropped to your feet and slapped your hands on your dress. "Hey!"

"What? You flew above me and my eyes wandered. I think red lace is very sexy."

You gasped. "Shut up you pervert!" You pouted and growled. You blushed hard when you saw his hungry gaze and how tall he was compared to you. "Get back!"

Mike growled at you with a smirk on his face. He leaned closer and sniffed you. His eyes rolled back as he moaned in delight. He connected with his inner wolf and heard mate. "Oh, you are delicious."

You squeaked as your heart skipped a beat as you felt this connection to Mike, something spiritual. You shoved him away from you. "Back!"

Mike's head whipped back as a collar slapped onto his neck. He reached up and touched it. "A collar? You naughty girl." He growled. "I just want to pounce on you for claiming me like that."

You screamed making him fly into a cage. "Bad dog!"

He sat in the cage in shock at first before he touched his collar and ran his fingers over the chain. He grinned and flicked his gaze to you. "You're kinky."

You walked up to the cage. "I will muzzle you."

He held the bars and leaned closer. "Please do. I'm into that."

You huffed. "Who are you and why are you here? How did you get past my traps?"

He tapped his forehead against the bar. "I'm Mike. The King wanted me to come out here and see what's been going on with his guards when they explore." He chuckled and looked you up and down. "Who knew it was a cute little witch."

You flicked the end of his nose. "You ate my pie!"

"I'm sorry, but I was hungry and it smelt so nice."

You huffed. "You're an animal."

He laughed. "You've already said that."

You stared at him for a while and really took him in. You felt a strong spiritual connection towards Mike. You moved closer to him and admired how handsome he was. "You're annoying."

"How?"

You pouted. "You being handsome is distracting."

Mike smirked. "Listen, little witch, I want to make it up to you for being a big bad wolf." He dragged his eyes down your body. "I can use my hands to knead the pastry and then I'll fill your pie and lastly get it nice and hot."

You started at him for a while. "Are you talking about a pie or something rude?"

He grinned at you. "Pie, why?"

You let out a long sigh. "Fine! Fine." You clicked your fingers and made the cafe disappear. You grabbed the chain and pulled him along. "You'll replace the pie you destroyed."

"I ate it."

You glared at him. "Destroyed. It was a pie massacre." You shoved your front door open and yanked him inside your cosy home.

Mike looked around and loved the big fireplace, the fluffy carpet in front of the fire, the big comfy seats, the floating flights and the wooden floor creaking under his feet. He slipped his shoes off and followed you to the kitchen to see it was so welcoming. He admired how you had herbs, spices, fruit and veg of such beautiful variety.

You threw his chain and used your magic to lock him in place. "Okay. I will get out a few things and I expect you to bake."

He nodded and cleaned his hands. "I will."

You smiled and worked with Mike. The longer you were together, the more fun you had. You fought a little with flour, joked around and taste-tested a few things. You shared a cup of tea with him and relaxed a little around Mike.

Mike leaned against the counter and smiled at you. "So, why are you here? You're so self-sufficient that it makes me wonder."

You nibbled your lip. "Well, when you're different and have power, it scares people. So, I ran. I ran to a place where I was accepted." You reached out of your window and smiled at a little bird landing on you. "The animals out here don't judge me. I can use my magic to heal them up and I can make my own food out here. I can really live out here."

"But are you happy?"

You frowned a little. "I'm happy, yes, but I am lonely sometimes." You looked up at Mike. "You're not going to take me to the King, are you? I fear for my safety."

Mike saw you tearing up. He moved closer and felt the tug of the chain. He opened his arms. "Come here. Wolves are very good at hugging."

You threw yourself against his large chest and held him tightly. "You're so warm."

He wrapped his big arms around you and brought you close. "I'm naturally warm."

"It's nice." You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes. "You smell nice too."

He chuckled. "Thanks."

You looked up with a blush on your cheeks. "Thank you." You pulled back and sighed. "So, what is your plan?"

He looked at the pie on the side. "If I ate this pie, would you punish me by making me stay for good and go a lot of chores around your home?" He looked back at you with a playful smile. "I'm very strong and a great hunter."

You nibbled your lip and knew he was trying to find an excuse to stay. You wanted him to stay. You smiled and nodded. "Yes, if you eat that pie there then I will keep you forever."

Mike grabbed a fork before picking up the pie and started eating it. "Mm, I did good. You want some?"

You grabbed a fork and joined in. "You're stuck with me now."

"What a shame." His voice was dripping in sarcasm. He looked up at you. "So, what's your policy on kissing pets?"

You giggled. "I kiss pets." You floated up into the air and leaned closer. You kissed him lightly on the lips. "You're still wearing the collar though."

Mike smirked. "I rather like it."

#mike zacharias #mike zakarius #miche zacharias #miche x reader #mike x you #mike zacharius x reader #attacks on titan x reader #attack on titan titan fanfic #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan #aot x you #aot fanfiction #aot Mike #aot miche #jelly fanfics #spooktober #jellyspooktober

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theriu · 1 year

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How about A, E, and H?

(This is for my Mystery OC Ask Game! I’m only going to do A and H on this one because another Asker ALSO requested E, and I thought I’d spread them out so the posts don’t get too long. Also A and H are coincidentally GREAT together! :D)

A. Glowing Wolfman

Barrenger (BEAR-in-jer) Teshma, 20-year-old tulinai from the alternate dimension world Thera. His people look like humans, but their skin and hair are a variety of colors. They also have selah, a sort of biological/soul energy visible through skin markings and glowing eyes, that everyone is born with and that gives each tulinai 2-4 special abilities of a wide variety (altho some are more common among certain people groups). For instance, Barrenger’s mom is Haweyh, and she has brown skin, white hair, and golden-yellow glowing eyes and irregular markings, and she is skilled at healing and shields. His dad, who is Rukilef, has dark green skin, darker green hair, and neon green stripes and eyes, and he has shifting and force transference. Barrenger is dark green with neon green stripes/eyes and his mom’s white hair, and his main power is force transference, which is kinda like controlling kinetic energy. (Negating hits, amplifying punches and jumps, etc.) Also his parents’ people are mortal enemies and his dad disappeared and he’s surrounded by people who worry he’s going to turn into a murderous beastform Rukilef and he’s had a kinda rough childhood despite his mom being amazing.

Through a series of unfortunate events in book one of my in-progress book series, Barrenger is now on Earth, and stuck in a beastform that makes him look like a werewolf with two short saber fangs on his muzzle, and a tail, and his selah isn’t working so he can’t change back, AND he is now on the run with a bunch of weird humans who have NO selah yet SOMEHOW have powers, and NOTHING makes sense but he only has his inborn protective instincts to go on right now and by jove that’s better than nothing.

Back home, he once entered a hoverbike competition (they are a more fantasy world but they have whats called chargestone technology) with a hoverbike he modified himself. He came in second, and despite his fears, the judges didn’t take issue with his overtly Rukilef appearance (which some people do despite his mother being High Prophetess and one of the most respected Haweyh in the city), so it was a great day overall. He still has the trophy in his room at home.

H. Imaginary(?)-Friend Maker

Jenny, age 6. Youngest of the human children put through illegal experiments to give humans superhuman abilities. Her power is a little hard to classify, but basically, she can create semisolid constructs that look like animals of her own design. Her “pets” act uncannily lifelike, and they tend to react to her emotions, like comforting or protective or cheerful. They can be touched but have a “soft” insubstantial feel and can’t exist too far from her. If she puts her mind to it, she can direct them to attack, and while they can’t (yet) cause serious damage, they can cause a sort of phantom pain, as though the bite or scratch has tricked the body into thinking it’s hurt. Her favorite is a blue-and-white floppy-eared dog-bunny named Dunny.

Jenny immediately latches onto Barrenger when he, in all his freshly glowy-eyed/striped wolfman-looking glory, falls out of the sky and helps the escaping Subjects get away from the laboratory. She definitely thinks at first that he’s one of her pets/friends that sometimes just pop out of her subconscious. No one is really sure if she still thinks that or not, but she talks to him as openly as she does with the other Subjects. He’s a big softie for her (esp. after carrying her through an extremely long escape hike) and lets her hug his tail.

Jenny has surprisingly extensive knowledge of animals for a 6-year-old, esp. one who has spent at least part of her life living as an isolated lab experiment. I think I’m going to say it’s from a mix of Dr. Thomas (the scientist who helps them escape after he gets attached to Jenny) letting her watch nature videos to cheer her up, and later as part of her “training” to see if she would adopt more varied animal traits into her creations.

#mystery oc #ask game #my ocs #outcasts and runaways #outcasts & runaways #barrenger #jenny #these two are adorable together #so I am pleased someone lucked into asking about them both at once XD #river replies #writeblr #river writes

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purposefully-lost · 9 months

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The shelter was alive with noise. He heard it from the moment he opened the door; endless barks and howls accented by the sound of claws scratching against the kennel walls or scrabbling across a concrete floor. The receptionist was a bored middle-aged woman who hadn't paid him any mind as he passed through the lobby and pushed through the door that led to the dog kennels.

The volume of the noise immediately jumped in level. Alex grimaced, shoving his hands in his pockets as he started an uncomfortable walk down the aisle, passing by sweet old faces or whining puppies or sad-eyed things hiding in the back corners of their cells. If he'd been here just to adopt any old dog, he would've found it hard to choose, but he'd come here with one girl in mind. Part of him worried he wouldn't find her. This was the second shelter he'd tried and the only other in the area. Either Baby was here, or they'd gone through the trouble to take her even further out, or... he didn't want to imagine the other possibilities. He knew good and well that she could've gotten aggressive when the cops came to take her daddy away, and he wouldn't have been too shocked if someone told him she'd been euthanized for a bad bite or two. It still broke his heart, and he still tried to find her first. There was something like hope sparked in his chest when he heard a familiar baying from further down the line.

There was no guarantee it was her- but the moment he stepped into view, relief washed over him. Tension bled from his shoulders as he met the gaze of a droopy-eyed bloodhound. Baby's tail started to wag as hard as he'd ever seen it, and she let out another bay, this one happier, closer to the way she sounded when she sang for treats. For the first time in a few days, Alex laughed, and he stepped closer to the door to meet her. "Hey, babygirl," he started, reaching out to push his fingers through the bars enough to scratch at her muzzle, but then there was a yell from somewhere behind him.

"Hey- stop! Jesus, man, don't put your hand in the cage!"

Alex stopped, but he didn't pull any further away from her. He knew the man was just doing his job, but he wasn't leaving here without Baby. She was the only thing Rabbit had cared about. Poor girl was used to wide open spaces, endless privacy and no lack of things to smell or hunt. She'd rot in here as badly as Rabbit would in prison.

His heart squeezed. He inched a little closer to the kennel door. "Sorry. She looked fine."

"No, dude." The worker had finally reached him at a jog, his eyes wide as he looked between Baby and Alex. In a blink, the dog had tensed up again, a meaner look in her eyes than anything Alex had ever seen. "Didn't you see the sign? She bites."

He hadn't paid any attention to the paperwork zip-tied to the bars of her cage. They'd renamed her Honey, and the sign next to her new name listed off a few of her least favorable qualities; couldn't be in a home with small children or other pets, has yet to be house-trained. Alex furrowed his brows at that one. Baby was perfectly well house-trained. She was perfectly trained, period. She let out a soft warning growl as the worker tried to inch closer to where Alex stood, almost as if to force him to put some distance between himself and the dog. He glanced down at her, chewing on his cheek. "Down, girl," he said softly.

She didn't back off. Well, she'd always been stubborn, and she'd never listened to him quite as well as she'd listened to Rabbit. "Baby," he said carefully, "down," and she finally did take a step back from the kennel door and lose some of her tension. The worker seemed perplexed. Alex, relieved, turned to him. "I wanna take her."

"I- I don't know," the man said. He took a small step back. "She came from.. she's from a bad home. Doesn't really respond to anyone. She bit the guy who caught her."

Probably because they'd also been dragging Rabbit away. Alex frowned at him. "Just let me meet her, at least?"

He still hesitated, but finally he nodded. Alex figured he might just be happy to get the dog taken off their hands.

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Baby stayed glued to his side, sporting a new pretty red collar and a matching leash, as he signed the paperwork and handed over the adoption fee. She was wary and nervous and clearly didn't have any fondness for anyone else in the room, but she listened to him, at least. He thanked the woman at the reception desk and walled out.

They stopped only once he'd gotten to his car and pulled open the back door for her. She got in obediently enough and Alex stared down at her for a long moment, meeting sweet brown eyes. He reached down only to scratch her head, then found himself stooping to pull her into a tight hug. The good girl that she was, she complied.

"Missed you, girl," he told her, leaving a kiss against her muzzle before he pulled back. She nosed at him for more pets and he laughed quietly. "We're gonna find a way to tell your daddy that you're okay, alright?"

He'd been coming around long enough that she knew who that word referred to. The poor dog whined and seemed to perk up, like she was looking for him. Alex sighed and gave her one more kiss. "I know," he said quietly. "Me too."

#hunted // rabbit #alex prescott #drabble #😔❤️❤️❤️❤️

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provendermalkin · 9 months

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pitbull controversy

I'd like to point out that even if the "nanny dog" story about how they were bred to tend children and known as nannies in the past is true, people also used to think making your cigarettes radioactive would boost their "health benefits" or that giving your kids formaldehyde to make them sleepy was a good idea. So, you know. Maybe those people were just wrong & it's finally time to have an intelligent discussion about the fact that labeling any animal "harmless" opens you up to tragedy. No, that doesn't mean it's intelligent or useful to label them "bad," either.

Again, I don't think they should be made illegal or extinct. I don't think they're "evil" or "malicious." They're animals. They're neither good nor bad. They're just predators, and their prey drive has been enhanced by hundreds of years of breeding, as has their gameness-- their willingness to engage in conflict with another animal, and the instinct to continue fighting when another animal might back down. This is also true of other large, powerful breeds. I don't think your average pet owner is prepared for or should, ethically, be owning a malinois or cane corso, either. That doesn't mean I want those dogs to be made illegal or driven to extinction.

I would object to people labeling guardian dogs as angel furbabies and nanny-dogs, too, for example, or decrying victims harmed or killed by them as having "provoked" the dog. They didn't need to; the possibility was always there. There's a reason specific breeds are generally preferred for specific work: specific breeds have specific instincts and drives. They're not interchangeable, it's not "just another coat of paint." They are not all fundamentally the same. They do not all thrive in the same environments, they do not all have the same instincts, and they are not all safe under the same circumstances.

We don't deny that some dogs are more liable to have soft palette mouths, or engage in pointing, or herd people and animals, or enjoy water due to breed; so why should we obfuscate the potential risk factors of a breed?

I don't care what you call your large supermuscular terrier of choice- staffy, pibble, whatever. Love them, keep them, defend them: just don't lie to me and tell me they're "harmless", and don't tell victims of dog attack that they deserved it somehow. They have a strong prey drive, they are large and powerful enough to kill a human, they are unlikely to stop attacking if they happen to decide to, and anyone who owns one needs to be prepared for that possibility, especially if an individual dog has shown danger signs before.

If your dog has threatened, snapped at, or (god forbid) attacked something or someone else, you at minimum need to be using a muzzle when they go out, especially if they are a large and powerful breed. Muzzles aren't any more "cruel" than condoms are (no matter what your partner/shelter says). Use protection, for your sake and others'.

Last: some individual dogs are simply not safe at all, and unfortunately should be euthanized. Sending individual dogs known to be aggressive and dangerous out into the community over and over again because you happen to like their breed only worsens the issue, especially if you lie to prospective owners about their bite history or known risk factors.

Edited addendum: I should acknowledge there IS rabid, often racist hate for these dogs. There is. It's terrible. It's hideous. You will find people who act like these dogs are the devil on earth, put here just to hurt people. It's absolutely vile, and I hate it. By all means, PLEASE defend the breed from these monsters. Just don't do it by lying. You can love the breed for what it is: magnificent, powerful, clever, tenacious, often silly or loving. They're just not right for every home. They are predators capable of hurting someone, they do have a prey drive and can experience predatory drift, and any attack or threat towards any person or animal should be taken extremely seriously and never dismissed, because if a large dog like a pbt does attack something, the potential for serious harm is severe.

#mine #pitbulls #I think this one gets to be unrebloggable

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benjamin-ovich · 2 years

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i’m absolutely dying at the thought of padfoot at a muggle vet clinic omg. like what if he was found by the uk’s equivalent of animal control while gallivanting out and about one day, and they realized that he doesn’t have a collar or any form of identification on, so they send him to an animal hospital for a rabies shot? and the whole time padfoot is just Not having it

and it would freak everyone out if he were to transform himself back into sirius, so he’s just stuck there at the clinic, snarling and fighting against all these innocent people who are just trying to help this poor scared dog. everyone’s talking to him in soft, soothing baby voices trying to calm him down and padfoot is growing steadily more infuriated every second

and then the vet staff are like “okay, he’s gonna try to bite us” so they put a muzzle on him for everybody’s safety and now padfoot is just enraged and muzzled and absolutely humiliated at the indignity of the whole experience

#if i could draw i would so draw this #sirius black #hp

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lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui · 2 years

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Sinners and Saints

Short Yuma nsfw headcanons, tw: toxic/ gaslighting, religious trauma,minor mention of child neglect, dubcon

Yuma essentially is sexually repressed, out of all the boys it's canon he's one the last to actually remain a virgin. But once he starts he learns very fast, and is extremely curious.

Yuma's village was a small traditional village where intercourse before marriage is essentially a sin, then around the orphanage time he grew a distaste for sex.

This changes around the time he becomes a vampire, he has a large libido and an even larger stamina

He's a big man, the first time he tries sleeping with someone it's awkward, messy, they're probably wailing in pain and he just doesn't know how to deal with. So he just doesn't

Because he's such big avoider, he relies on masturbation to get off, literally hates porn though because he's so picky and prefers his imagination

He's not soft when it come to getting off, he understands it's important for taking off the edge especially for someone like him who gets frustrated easily. He'll fist himself and use his pre cum, or spit in his hand and use that. None of that fancy stuff

However

Sex with other people is different

Emphasis on foreplay, king of overstim, the more desperate you are for it the more it turns him on. He makes it a challenge to see how many times you can cum before he does.

Sucker, biter, grabber. Will leave heart shape hickeys or just hickeys in general everywhere. Sometimes he'll just be grabbing your hips but it will leave fingerprints for days. Enjoys biting you during sex around the thighs and tits

Yuma will be fingering you and it's so intense and he's curling his fingers just right , and it's so much that you're trying to squirm out of his lap and he'll grab you by the hair, pulling you back and spanks the back of your thighs as a warning

Enjoys hair grabbing yours or his, like a big dog. You'll be cuddling and you scratch his scalp and it feels so good for him he'll start humping your leg.

Boob man, enjoys them very much. Vampire him who obviously stares at women in bikini's to girls bending down in school over their desk and that slight hint of cleavage. His eyes are glued.

Young human 13 year old Yuma made a pledge in church about purity and wandering eyes, but boobs will always distract this man. The first time Karl invites him to a ball, and he figures out how corsets work his mind is blown

Lingerie: silks and lace are so precious to him. Just nothing but tiny pieces of lace on you that do practically nothing to cover you and you wearing his shirt.

Sitting with this his hand will slip under your shirt to grope, or settle way too high on your thigh, walking past him expect him to smack your ass, will literally stand next to arm wrapped around nuzzling your neck as his hands creep up. If he puts his hand up their and your not wearing a bra that's an invitation for him

He didn't figure out he was a sadist till he made you ride, choking and eyes rolling to the back of your head, your fingers digging into his shoulders, so full of him you feel like you're splitting apart and he grips your hips crooning 'aw does it hurt puppy, should I stop?' and he can see you gripping him tighter shaking your head.

Enjoys bondage but not the traditional type it's too godly for him, but tying you to the bedpost is a classic

Surprisingly enough enjoys have a muzzle or a leash put on him, just him manhandling you and throttling into in doggy and the only thing you can do is pull his collar for a little kiss.

Kissing Yuma is messy, he has a hard time with words but he loves showing you his devotion through actions, allowing you to piggyback him after a long day, making sure you eat properly, and sleep on time, that you have enough time without being annoyed by his brothers to take a bath, or even combing your hair before bed. And his kisses embody this, I love in each one of them proof of his feelings, a plea for you to only ever look at him and only acknowledge him.

People at a glance are taking aback at Yuma's size but don't truly understand how big he really is, with shoulders broad enough to fit 2 people in the silhouette of his torso, hands big enough that just one cups half of your head, his dick could compete with your forearm.

He gets desperate quick too, sometimes you will literally become this man's living flesh light, he'll sit you on his lap pinning your arms to your sides and just ..use you

The first time he has sex, because traditional man and all that, he literally goes I don't hit women when he's asked to spank his partner. He's so repressed towards his sexual urges he's afraid if he starts exploring some of his darker fantasies he won't know how to stop

Ah yes summer his favourite time of the year, his plants are blooming, the vegetables are the best, a lot more plant shops have new stuff come in, women in sundresses means oogling time and quickes everywhere

He enjoys it raw, will literally fill you to the brim and then go don't let it drip or I'll punish you and leaves

Loves kissing when you're wearing some kind of sweet Chapstick

#diabolik lovers #diahell #anime #anime / manga #yui komori #hcs #absolute filth #self indulgence at its finest #yuma mukami #mukami family #i needed to get this out of my head #him <3 #i love this himbo #malewife

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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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so... the red banquet, huh?

im not going to lie, i was cheering on the eggpire the entire time (/lh) - what can i say, something abt the demon possessed resident evil crew just speaks to my heart. theyre FUN, ok?

anyway, a lot of people were theorizing abt what c!dream showing up at the banquet could look like - and, well, i thought i’d write my version of it. this takes place in the “guard dog au” developed primarily by a gc im in on twitter (@stabbysideblog being the main originator of it, do check sunny out !!) - the basic premise is post-getting the revive book from c!dream, c!quackity continues to get his, uh, “use” out of him by basically treating him as a bodyguard/guard dog as he goes around the server - which should probably give you a pretty good idea of how this is going to go :]

tws: death, grief, implied torture, starvation, abuse, blood, murder, unhealthy relationship, dehumanization, possession, trauma, mental illness, violence, dark content, dark imagery, emotional distress, mental instability, pandora’s vault/prison arc, c!quackity critical (not really, but a very dark portrayal of him)

A strangled sob claws its way up Puffy’s throat as she watches Foolish fall.

He drops in a spray of golden ichor in the crimson, brilliant green eyes trained on hers, jaw slack in horror, pain, dipping to the ground and whiting out before he’s even fully collapsed. The others’ screams hardly even meet her ears; all she can see is her son, falling, her son, dying, her son, that same sunlit kindness still held in the curve of his lips in this room that knows nothing but pain and betrayal, gone gone gone gone-

Because of her.

Ant’s still staring at her, pupils thinned to needles from the brightness of the lava at their backs, ears alert but stance entirely calm as he twirls his sword, still dripping gold. His mouth is moving but she cannot hear anything above the ring ring ringing in her ears, the world swirling and blurring dangerously from the tears gathering in her eyes and spilling over her cheeks, Ant’s eyes polished rubies where there had once been a cloudless sky. Bad gestures at the crowd, pushed back towards the lava’s fire in their fear, leaving her to stand in the middle of the room as one desperate dying scream, the egg, standing as a silent witness to it all-

“Bad-” a flash of blue, and there’s someone standing in front of her, shoulders pulled back, a diamond sword glittering their right hand, “Stop it.”

“Quackity.”’

Bad snarls, tail whipping back and forth; Puffy takes a step back, then another, shoulders still shaking in grief for her son, for her friends, for everyone who’s about to lose their lives in this twisted realm of crimson and hellfire. There is no fear on Quackity’s face though he stands unarmored, and for the first time in this awful day something like worry flashes over Bad’s face. There’s history here, she realizes - what did Bad say about Quackity attacking? - but none of this is making sense, not the self-assured way Quackity is carrying himself, wings relaxed and folded at his back, not the simmering unease making itself known in the foreign cadence of Bad’s voice.

“Oh my gosh, look at what you’ve done,” Quackity says, voice almost patronizing, like a parent stumbling in on the mess their child has made out of their bedroom, “this is impressive, I’m not going to lie, this is quite impressive.” Puffy swallows thickly, hears the shuddering gasp of someone behind her - Fundy, probably, or Sam - as Quackity’s voice drops. “You have to stop right now.”

“Stop?”

“This whole Egg thing is just getting out of control - you just killed a man,” Quackity stalks across the netherbrick floor like he has all the time in the world, ignoring the crossbows that the Eggpire has trained on his back, guarded only by the off-white shirt he’s wearing, an untied tie hanging limply around his neck. She sucks in a sharp breath through her teeth - my son, they killed my son, she means to say, but the words stick to the walls of her throat and only escape her lungs in another series of wracking sobs. “Is that what you wanted to do, Bad?”

He laughs - laughs, of all things, and there is something here that Puffy is missing, that isn’t clicking through the muddied fog of grief hanging grey and suffocating around her head, but Quackity is speaking again and she can’t think about it all, not now, “-and I’m not gonna have it anymore, Bad.”

He slips over by the crowd, eyes glancing all of them huddled in one fearful mob over the tables, eyes dark and daring and cold; the Eggpire keeps their eyes trained on him, Bad’s eyebrows furrowed, Ant’s muzzle twisted in a snarl. Puffy watches, their words passing over her like water skidding against the surface of a rock splitting a stream in two, heart thudding in her ears, marking out the heartsick beats in this poisoned melody - one-two, her-son, her-son, her-son-

He stops in front of her in the middle of monologuing, eyes trained on her own like he’s trying to tell her something. His eyes flick down and she follows their gaze to his other hand, the one not clasped around a sword handle, watches as he gestures vaguely in the direction of the Eggpire. She frowns, confusion cutting through the grief - what is he trying to say? - and Quackity sighs, index finger slashing in the air in the shape of what might be an A as he spins on his heel to walk back towards Bad and the others.

“So how about we just stop playing?”

Quackity smiles, teeth white and glittering from the lava’s glow even as the Eggpire surrounds him, pushes him back against the wall. Bad seems to hesitate, hand clasped around the trigger of a crossbow he keeps pointed at the other’s head; when he speaks, he almost sounds mournful.

“I can’t,” he mutters, quiet, stepping forwards as his shoulders straighten, pushing Quackity back in a motion that the others are quick to follow. Puffy watches, an awful sinking feeling falling through the hole left in her chest by the sight of her son, falling, her son, dead - watches as Quackity’s wings open, shine golden in the lava’s light - what is he planning?

“You know why I can’t stop.”

Quackity heaves a heavy sigh through his lungs, “Bad- you and all your buddies here, drop your weapons, and leave. Let all of these people go.”

“Or what?” Ant’s voice is sharp, but Quackity barely pays him a second thought, swinging a glare at his head and cutting him off.

“I’m not talking to you,” he laughs, dismissive, “I’m talking to Bad.”

“No-” Puffy watches as Bad’s hand tightens on his crossbow, punctuating the word with a step forward. “You put your weapon down. If you wanted to stop us?” He’s too close to Quackity for Puffy to make out either of their faces, crossbow bolt aimed and ready to send straight through his skull. She stiffens, sees from the corner of her eye as the ones beside her look away, and resigns herself to the inevitable spray of blood on brick - not again not again don’t make me watch again - “You should’ve brought more than just yourself.”

Quackity laughs.

“I did,” his voice is dangerous in its levity, making Bad, then the rest of the Eggpire step back as his wings spread open further, watching with bated breath and wide eyes as a swarm of white descends from a hidden hole in the wall, “Or, well, I did the next best thing. I brought my worst enemy.”

“What?”

“Alright Quackity, where’s this Egg thing?”

Technoblade jumps down into the room in a familiar purple-black blur of expertly enchanted netherite armor, form impeccable despite the seeming exhaustion in his voice. At his feet, a pack of wolves gather, pace, muscles coiled and clearly ready to strike; he rolls his shoulders back, signature fireworks loaded into his crossbow, and the crowd behind Puffy immediately breaks into shocked murmuring and soft cheers.

On Quackity’s other side, someone else flips into the room, wearing a suit of all things, crisp and well-pressed; Purpled grins, entirely too gleeful as the Eggpire presses back further, held off by the dogs swarming and growling at their feet.

“Purpled- we hired you!”

“To be frank with you, Bad, a sword appears in Purpled’s hand and he flips it casually, blade thin and gleaming, “Quackity just had the better price.”

“We- we still outnumber you!” Bad’s voice is a near-scream in its desperation, his tail lashing back and forth as he shifts his weight forward, “It’s four against three- we’ll still win-” Despite herself, Puffy’s mind spins; either way, they’re still at a disadvantage from sheer numbers alone, never mind Quackity’s lack of armor. Maybe if they all work together, they’ll be able to sufficiently stop them, but there’s no way she can see this ending in anything less than a bloodbath-

“I didn’t want for it to come to this, Bad,” Quackity’s voice drops low and sweet, the sincerity in his tone belied by his glittering eyes and jagged grin. The shift in tone sends a shiver down her back, has even his allies shifting uncomfortably in what seems to be confusion - Puffy catches something like a murmured no from Sam, behind her, before Quackity whistles, loud.

It all happens too fast for her to follow; one moment, the Eggpire is standing, weapons raised and ready to fight; the next, and there is a new netherite-clad figure in the middle of the room, signature sparks of purple from a pearl still glittering around them, axe buried into Antfrost’s chest. The room devolves into shrieks as his body dissolves, Bad gasping sharply and something dark bubbling in Puffy’s chest - good - as the newcomer in the room moves over to Ponk, bloodstained axe swinging in a downward arc, only barely stopped in time by a diamond sword catching on the crook of the blade.

“Go!” Quackity’s voice rings out above the chaos, and Techno and Purpled - seemingly shaken from their shock - fly into motion, fireworks bursting in flashes of red and black that send Puffy blinking out stars from her eyes, Purpled moving to match blows against Hannah and Techno’s army biting at the ankles of the Eggpire leader. Around her, people scream in relief, cheering as the Eggpire, clad in eggshell-blue, are pushed back one by one, hindered by a shifting wave of teeth and claws and clashing blades and netherite moving smoothly over the uneven floor - Bad screams, “RETREAT!”, and they disappear into the wall.

Purpled curses; “I’m going after them.” Puffy watches, still reeling, as he dives into the corridor that Bad had revealed, a flash of purple and blue melting into the shadows; the mystery figure - still hauling a heavy, bloodstained axe, nearly dragging against the floor - moves forward as to follow.

Quackity snaps his fingers, and the figure stops, turns, immediately moving to the winged man’s side. Behind her, Puffy can make out cheers, gasping, hysterical sounds of relief; she can’t join them, feels nothing but the shuddering weight of her grief pressing further on her lungs as the adrenaline fades, head dizzy with Foolish’ sharp gasp in pain, Ant’s yowl of agony. Her eyes flick to the side, catch on Sam pacing, muttering under his breath; when his eyes meet hers, they widen in something like - alarm?

She shakes her head; she can’t think about all of that, right now. Her hooves stumble over the vines and rot strewn over the floor, carrying her forward to the glitter of gold on red, to where her son had fallen and she could do no more but watch with a scream caught between her teeth.

A hand lands on her shoulder- “I’m sorry we couldn’t make it in time.”

She whirls around; Quackity’s looking down at her, face twisted in sympathy. Behind him, the armored stranger looms, hair long and tangled, helmet keeping their face in shadow and hiding their features from view. There’s something distantly familiar to them, in the way they shift from one foot to the other, something that makes her eyes narrow and throat tighten-

“Who are you?” The words tumble from her mouth, making Quackity freeze, jaw snapping shut, the figure behind him tensing almost imperceptibly under their armor. “Who-”

Quackity’s eyes are dark, piercing; she can’t read them, the flat line of his mouth as confusing as it is frustrating. His eyes flick up to somewhere over her shoulder before moving back to her own

“How rude of me,” He smiles, gold tooth glinting, “I didn’t even introduce our special guest.”

His right wing presses against their back, and they drop, immediately, to their knees, making her step back in shock. Quackity’s hand slips easily under the edge of their helmet, ripping it off with little care and letting their hair fall in a wave of dusty browns over their face; he pulls the strands back roughly, revealing the paleness to their skin, the hollows in their cheeks-

“Dream?”

Her breath shudders in her chest, eyes snapping up to Quackity, still smiling, hand still pressed against the back of his skull. Dream’s face is pale, thin, clawed with new scars that highlight the jut of his cheekbones and the dullness of his eyes. He looks up at her, eyes glassy, skin almost grey, and for a moment she’s looking at Foolish, eyes unseeing in death, the luster of his skin stolen like the air from his lungs, and she nearly screams.

“Puffy, Puffy,” Quackity murmurs, almost kind, “It’s alright, see? Everything’s fine now.”

“He- he’s supposed to be in prison,” she hisses, not missing how he flinches, not missing how even that is hindered by the hand braced against his head. He looks strangely small kneeling at Quackity’s side, dwarfed by the netherite he’s wearing; even with an axe strapped to his back, the blade still wet with crimson and reeking of iron and decay, he hardly looks like the villain that had terrorized the server, the son she could no longer recognize in the midst of the bridges he burned.

“Oh- don’t worry about him,” Quackity shrugs, wings fluttering, “It’s all being done with the Warden’s permission, Puffy, I know what I’m doing.” As if to prove his point, his hand tightens on the other’s hair, tugging his head back by the roots; Dream hardly even reacts, simply letting himself be manhandled, throat bare and exposed to the air, similarly criss-crossed by scars. “He’s perfectly well-behaved now, you see?”

Her throat closes, the pit in her gut torn open by the sight of her son with a blade skewered through his heart only growing wider, hungrier, by the dullness in the eyes of the other. Foolish’ death had happened too fast for her to react: one moment, he was staring at her, eyes mournful in goodbye; the next, he was a tumble of gold and green and blue against the floor, half of his name still not having left her lips. Dream’s head swivels to hers, face entirely blank; there is nothing quick written in the gauntness of his face, more scar tissue than skin, in the shadows under his eyes or how they seem to stare, unseeing, in the long, knotted strands of hair twisted over Quackity’s knuckles. He looks like he’s been dying, slowly, for months, and the screaming cry of YOU FAILED ringing in her head in Ant’s voice only grows louder.

“What did you-” the words scrape roughly against the inside of her mouth, “What did you do?”

Quackity shrugs, letting go, and Dream’s head tips forward to stare at the floor. “What had to be done.”

He clicks his fingers again, and Dream stands, falling behind Quackity with his shoulders pulled up to his ears. Quackity hands him back his helmet, keeping his hand stretched out, palm up, even after Dream takes the netherite and fastens it back over his head. Puffy watches, heart stuck in her throat, as Dream fiddles with something by his throat, pulls out a thick coil of iron chains, pressing the end to Quackity’s outstretched hand - the other side, she realizes, fastened around his neck.

Her breath stutters when he looks back at Quackity, gut roiling at the familiarity - it’s an imperfect copy of the way he used to look at her, a skittish shadow at her tail, all awkward smiles and fidgeting hands. Only now, his eyes don’t dance with the same light, his lungs shivering in fear instead of wheezing laughter; she watches as his head follows Quackity like he’s the only person in the room, a duckling imprinted on the nearest person and ready to follow to the ends of the world and further, and her heart shatters all over again.

“Anyway,” Quackity’s eyes soften, lips curled in sympathy, “My condolences, Puffy, for your son. It really is a tragedy.”

She watches him leave with tears in her eyes, a sob once again caught in her throat. The images overlap - Foolish, smiling under the sun’s glow, sitting on the roof of his summer home - Dream, grinning in the treetops, eyes as green as the leaves surrounding him - Foolish, falling in a spray of ichor and a gasp of pain, Dream, grey-eyed and silent, dead as the crimson rot surrounding his beaten body-

My condolences for your son, Quackity’s words echo in her skull, and not for the first time, she laughs miserably, tears falling from her eyes.

Which one?

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