#<- voice of a guy that needs to be euthanized

[itsdefinitely]

LOVING YOUR LORDS IN BLACK ART!!! ESPECIALLY TINKYYY, HE LOOKS VERY SKRUNKLY <333

he's so insane <3

[starseongs]

it’s that time of night guys (im about to watch an old logbook and get So Emo about twink san)

[flutterrker]

Wield pet pt1

(f) Shark hybrid reader x Owner Izuku midoriya

Not my art

Warning: mentions abuse, Trafficking, fitting ring, Sexual assault, injury, Euphonizing, death, mentions corpses, broken leg, dehydration Arters note: my English is bad but I will try to fix it

It was a Nics day Todoroki and Deku were out patrolling the streets they hadn't been wakening long since they had just come from a meeting not too long ago but what was disgust in that meeting had Deku deep in thought about the report Bakugo had about the hybrid fitting ring he Bustad not too long ago and how most of those hybrids were going to be put down because they were too aggressive to keep and that some people involve in the incident had escaped Deku only snapped out of it when he felt a hand on his soldier looking over at Todoroki he sow his worried expression Deku smile at him to reassure him that he was ok but he know it wouldn't hold him for long he needed a distraction "hey I think we can go take our lance Break now oh and we are pretty close to this cafe I like "he says to Todoroki how just nods and follow him to the cafe

They get there Eventually and get Seated at a boof in the far corner as they settle in Todoroki looks at Deku and starts to speak "Is something bordering you, you look upset" Deku shakes his head no but before he can get a word out his phone rings picking up the phone he sow a number he didn't rcognize and pressing the Answer button and pots it Against his ear to listens "good morning am I Speaking to Mister Midoriya" a sweet voice asked him he Post for a moment before Answering " yes this is hem" " Great I'm calling from the hybrid shelter about you applying to Adopt a hybrid and I'm proud to Anons that it has been Approved " " oh ok when can I come and take a look " he asked in an Excitedly " later today if you want but if not we ca- " he cut her off before she could finish speaking "No! Today is good I'll come over later today " cringed at how Awkward he was being "Well that great to hear Such enthusiasm from a Potential hybrid owner then we will see you later today Mister Midoriya " "Yes Thank you so much see You guys soon," he says Practically jumping out of his seat " see you soon " Izuku ends the call unaware that Todoroki was watching him closely " exciting news I assume, " Todoroki asked Curiosity getting the better of him Izuku nods " I Applied to a hybrid Adoption Agency to see if I can get a hybrid " "hmm why not just get a normal animal like a cat or dog I hear hybrid are High maintenance pets and need a lot of attention,"

Izuku nods "Well To be honest, I never wanted to own a hybrid but I've been thinking about it for a well now, and after today's meeting it steels it for me I never even realized how badly they were treated by humans after the hybrid fitting ring was taken out all of those Innocent hybrids that were caught and sent to the hybrid shelter are all Scheduled to be euthanized, " " I heard about that on the news too it's terrible they are Punishing the hybrid that only follows their master's orders " Izuku nods and looks Todoroki in the eyes "Yeah they say the reason is that they are so aggressive that they can't even get close enough to train them "It was silent for a moment before Izuku spoke again "So I've decided that even if it is just one that can be rescued from the system it's at least one step into the right direction and it might inspire other people to adopt a hybrid as well and bring Awareness to the dangers of hybrid trafficking, " Izuku says with a small smile

Todoroki smiled and was reminded of how kind Izuku was but Izuku has always been a kind person and it made Todoroki proud to call Izuku his friend no matter what happened to him, he had always seen the best in all people no matter what "If you don't mind me asking could I come with you I would like to see the tip of hybrid you might Choose" Todoroki asked Izuku smiled back and nodded " yeah! I don't mind and we can Catch up on things" " I would like that " he said smelling "but I think if I do find a hybrid and adopt I'm going to take some time off to spend with it you know like bonding or getting to know One another but for now let's eat up and get back to work the faster we get this done the faster we can go yeah " Izuku says as Todoroki nods Agree

One patrol and a few Pity crimes take down later and Izuku and Todoroki are at the front gate of the hybrid Adoption center they park the car near the building and are Greeted at the glass doors by a woman wearing a uniform " Greetings Mister Midoriya and Mister Todoroki I have been waiting for you my name is Mary willow I'm the Director of the pup cup Adoption and rescue facilities hope you didn't have any trouble getting her " " No not atoll Was it you that I was speaking to earlier " Izuku asked she nods " yes it was and I must say it is a pleaser to meet you bout and we have a lot of new friends that would love to meet you so let's get this meet and greet started sheal we follow me please " she said smiles and Tuning around Leading them inside and in the directions of the kennels

They walked around looking at all the hybrids from bunnies to Birds but noticed that most if not all of the hybrids were pups and not Fully grown hybrids like Izuku hoped the Director noticed that nothing whose Catches he's eye so she Derek's theme to the Exotic hybrids Wing of the building there they see tigers, lepers, fish and some reptiles that are Unfortunately all still pups that is until they get to the last kennel" well that's everyone if you need a Minet to decide I can live and come back or you can just find me at the front desk " "what about that last one " he asked walking towards it "oh that one " she side looking inside he sow a shark hybrid that is fully grown has a muzzle on and looks to be in bad shape with all the Scratches and bruises they can see it looked like you had gotten into a bad faith

As Izuku got close he heard the Director speak " And that is y/n she is not up for adoption " She said Izuku frowned in confusion and looked back at her but before he could ask why she specked first "That one is from the fitting ring and is Scheduled to be euthanized "he stopped and looked at her for a minute and started speaking "When will they euthanize her" "Tomorrow Though it is a real shame to see because it is not her fault she's like this it is the people's fault for putting her through that trauma and Yet the hybrids pay the price " she said looking at the hybrid in the cage with a sad expression "we'll if that is all I will leave you to it to decide what lucky hybrids get to leave and live with the number one hero in Japan com find me at the front desk when you're ready but in the meantime feel free to look around I'm sure you'll find something" she says before turning around and walking away living Izuku and Todoroki allows to Stew in their Foughts

"Midoriya what hybrid are you going to take " Todoroki asked Izuku shrugged his soldier still looking at you in the kennels Trying to get your attention but nothing was working not kissing noises not calling your Name and not Throwing small rocks near you. you just sit there looking at the floor that is until Todoroki opens his water bottle the sound made you move your eyes for just a split second, but Izuku noticed it " hey, are you thirsty you want some water? " he asked and saw you were slowly looking in his Derkson he noticed the other side of your face had a Giant bruise he also noted how every time you moved you may a Pained experience it was subtle but it was there and he noticed it as he takes out his water bottle and sprinkles some water out on the floor to show you it was water it took you a Minet to start moving slowly standing up and walk as Beast as you could to them pouting more pressure on one Leg to avoid pouting pressure on your rite foot when you got closer to them you slid down the Bars to sat on your legs wincing in pain slowly you stuck your hand hesitantly throw the Bars of the cage to Reach for the bottle Izuku was holding for you, you look so wired it was like you were expecting him to do something but sow the relief in your eyes when he handing it to you slowly to not spook you took it and broth it up to your mouth to drink but instead of poring it into your mouth you stuck out your tongue

lapping at the water with your long tongue drinking it quickly Izuku watch you for a while seeing how matted your hair was and how dirty and tired you look at least you weren't skin and bones but Stull to skinny for his liking

Izuku sat there for a mined or two before standing up and started walking to the reception disk Todoroki followed Behind him Quietly wanting to see what happened next as they approached the waiting room Izuku saw the Director working at the front desk walking up to her Izuku said in an emotionless town

" I want the shark hybrid " " No" " please I'll pay extra " " I said no Mister Midoriya " "Why -" " Because Mister Midoriya she is not for sale " " so instead of letting her find a proper family to adopt her you would rather let them put her down " he said in Ange " No that is not the reason Mister midor- " " then what is " she sighs and says in a calm voice" Mister Midoriya I don't want to put her down but she is too dangerous to freely walk around and the people from the hybrid fitting ring are still out there looking for the hybrid they trained and she is the last one that needs to be euthanized I don't want to do this to her either but I don't want her to suffer Anymore" he was quiet for a minute thinking of a way to convince her he could not only keep you safe and have the Schell to train you "What are you saying that the number one hero can't protect one single hybrid " Todoroki Piped up "No that's not what I meant -" "Please I just can sit here and do nothing I'm a hero and I believe I can provide a safe investment for her to live in Maybe if she doesn't feel so frightened she'll be easier to train and less Aggravated and aggressive" she looked at the two men utterly defeated before sighing and handing him the adoption paperwork " I'm not doing this for you I'm doing it for her she deserves to be happy too and to Experience a loving family as well," she said in a sad tone of voice " go take a seat Mister Midoriya and when you're done I'll Brief you on her history " Midoriya nods feeling tears in his eyes but Wipes them away

Once the paperwork is done he walks back up to her and hands her the paperwork she Pages true it and nods " Mister Todoroki please Stay here in the waiting room well I brief Mister Midoriya on his new partner " Todoroki nods and takes a set and pools out his phone to pass the time" This way Mister Midoriya " he followed her to a small room with a Disc and two chairs" please take a seat Mister Midoriya " he sits in the chair across from her she hands him a folder White your name on it he opens the document in it he reeds

Name: Y/n

Tip of hybrid: hybrid shark Mix between a thresher shark and bull shark

Temperament: (bad) Aggressive to humans, hybrids, and animals

Class: Aquatic

How common the species is : Rare

Age: estimated to be 20

Sex: female

Facilities: pup cup Adoption and rescue facilities

Date of arrival: 2027/6/18

Previous owner: unknown

Note from therapist: we sent in a hybrid Specialist to see if we could Sedate her to Administer First-aid to her wounds but were Unsuccessful as she refused to calm down enough to give it to her, I concluded that she is deathly afraid of being pinned down

Injury report: due to her having a muzzle on she has Resorted to slamming her whole body into the staff to pin them between her and the walls she Injured a few staff members and broke several staff members' ribs and arms by slamming them as hard as possible can against the wall

Note from hybrid Specialist: we tried to feed her to see if she would let us get close to At least check her eyes for Enya's signs of blindness safe to say she is not going blind we Took off the muzzle To give her some food but were shocked at the Violent Reaction she had to human snarling and hissing but not outright attacking the is until a staff member got to close for her liking

Injury report: when the muzzle was Removed, we gave her a bowl of fruits she Ignores it and kept sleeping until we went to Replace the bowl, and she Launched forward and bit down onto Mister Kenneth's hand and Thor his point finger middle finger and fume off

he was rushed to the hospital to receive medical attention they Informed us they could not re-attached the fingers he reserved 20 Stitches

Police report: she was Found in a Flooded basement and Changed to the floor with at least 9 hybrids and 3 human corpses in the water she was Sedated and pulled out but a few minutes later woke up and started attacking the offices we Tried to subdue her but in the struggle she killing 2 men in the process we opened five 5 rounds 3 Connected 6 more were fired before Red Riot and Dynamite Showed up and Pin her down muzzled her and Administering a larger Those of tranquilizer she was then Transportation to the Nearest hybrid VT

Medical report: since of Physical and Sexual abuse

Bullets were removed from the Shoulder, stomach, and thigh she also had three broken ribs one broken leg torn muscles, a Fraction ligament, a nasty infection in her Gills located on either side of her chest under the arms what seems to be lashes made from Being whipped by Metal Wire as well as Multiple cuts made by a Knife a yeast infection swelling and redness to her Genetics an upsetting amount of bruising on her arms, legs, stomach, chest, neck, and back

Note for doctors:we tried to give her medical attention but came no fader than treating her scraps and stitching up her cuts

Note: is Scheduled to be euthanized on 29 August 2027

Izuku closed the Document and was quiet for a minute Thinking how someone could do all those things to someone and not care how you're hurting them " Do you still want her it ok to back out it is a big commitment to own a hybrid " Izuku was drag back to Reality when she asks him that question "Yes I still want her" She smiled and nodded "Well if you have your heart set on her I'll need you to sign These documents here, here, and here and I'll come in a year to do a wellness check "she said smiles Izuku nodded and read the Terms of conditions before sighing she smiled a little bit more knowing you'll go to a good home "and we are done here is your free Complimentary harness and Leash and I'm obligated to tell you when walking her in public she has too keep her muzzle on atoll time except on private property now let's see if we can get her out of her kennel " " what before we do that I have a Question if she is too Aggressive to be near people how do I get the Medicine she needs " she stopped and smiled at him " I'll make an appointment with a friend of mine to come to you he Specializes in hybrid medicine and marine life as well he can take a look at her Broken bones for you too"

They walked out of the room and back in the direction of where your kennels was when they got there, they saw you sleeping in front of the gate on the floor the Director handed Izuku a blanket to wrap you in she slowly moved to the door, and unlocked it so Izuku could enter

As he Crouched down to pick you up you flinch from his soft Touch, he stopped for a moment waiting for you to relax you Stirred a bit before going back to sleep Izuku Gentle picked you up and wrapped the blanket around you snuggle to keep you from Kicking and keep you warm

Izuku Adjusted his arms to hold you more Comfortably before walking back out of the kennel with you now sleeping comfortably in his arms head on his soldier hands under your knees and the small of your back Izuku felt confident enough to move with you in his arms without waking you up

Walk to the waiting room Izuku Spotted Todoroki and walked up to him holding you Close to his chest Todoroki smiled at him and stood up to greet him and see what hybrid he got "You got the hybrid you want " he asked Izuku nodded "I just couldn't leave her here oh that reminds me could you drive me home my hands are Kind of full at the moment "Izuku asked with a Bright smile and a Smole blush on his cheeks "Why don't you just put her down " he asked confused why Izuku Couldn't drive "I'm Scared of waking her up "he nodded "ok I'll drive "

" om my God I don't even realize how long we've been in there for, "Izuku says Todoroki nods "It did take a while," Todoroki said well opening the door for Izuku to get in Carefully to not wake you up as he sits in the passenger seat Todoroki Buckles his seat belt for him as izuku waiting for Todoroki to come around the car to the driver's seat Izuku looks down at you and thinks to himself (I don't have a room ready for her I'm going to have to leave her alone for an Hour or two so I can find a nesting bed for her and close oh God look at that hear it's all matted I'll have to as my mom for some Atvi's abbot hear and get you medicine I'll need to study up on the species if I want to properly take care of her ) " Midoriya you babbling again "Izuku stopped and looked at him and then out the window (when did we start diving and when did we get so close to my house) ' Izuku thinks to Himself sighs in frustration when they pool into the driveway Todoroki got out first to open the door for Izuku

Finally getting to the door, Izuku held you in one hand and pulled out his house. Keys opened the door and walked in to the house he went right to the guest room and pulled out a futon for you to sleep in for now until he could get a proper nesting bed for you

He Laid you down Gently and covered you with the blanket "Your safe now sleep tight we have a long day tomorrow " said Izuku before walking out and meeting with Todoroki taking him for coming over and helping bring you back they said their goodbye close the door as the lock Kicked Izuku slid down the door and sighs in Exhaustion he just sat there for a minute or two before getting up sitting at a disk and doing some research on shark hybrid apparently when they side you were rare they meant rare as in there were only five ever record in Japan in the US there where ten in existents but udder then that there wasn't much to go off of (guess I'm staying up late tonight)

12:51 pm

Slowly he began to drift off to sleep straggling to continue reading the article he found bobbing his head to Stay upright his eyes closed for what felt like a minute but was more like an Hour before he was out like a Light, he slept on his desk that night face planned in a book snoring Lightly

Tomorrow will be better

[xx-emowarz-xx]

There's 4 categories of emo front man in my brain

Just some guy, seems pretty cool, idk him tho: most of them

Oh... that fucking douchebag :( : Ronnie Radkie, Jared Leto etc

Boy your voice is so gender :) : Kellin Quinn, Vic Fuentes etc

I am no better than a teenaged girl in 2012 with a Harry Styles body pillow I need to be euthanized I need to never see his face again so I can keep pretending I'm normal and do not have attachments to strangers who make music I need him in my mouth whether that is in a biting way or an oral sex way I'm not picky I know nothing about him he could be terrible but oh man I'm looking disrespectfully: Andy Beirsack.

[planet-of-the-machines]

Heartbeat (Part 2)

(Repair bay, on level 2)

*Bumblebee is supporting Uzi by the shoulder when they enter* Author's Note: Bumblebee is only 2 meters tall, which is rather short for a Heavy Drone

Bee: “Ratchet, are you–” *sees nobody behind the reception desk* “Is now not the time?”

*Looking at the desk, they see a note: CLOSED FOR EQUIPMENT MAINTENANCE. WILL BE BACK TOMORROW.*

Uzi: “Ugh, we don’t have time for this!” 

*As they turn to leave, they hear voices. walking out, they find Hot Rod, Orion Pax, and Wheeljack under a vent hatch on the ceiling.*

Wheeljack: “…we can’t just put this in the vents! It’d block the airflow! And you know how warm it gets in the lower levels.”

Orion: “At this point, this is the only thing that comes to mind about what will stop this thing. Khan’s busy, Prowl is incapacitated, and Braxton won’t listen. We need to deal with this ourselves.” 

Wheeljack: “A’ight, then. I’ll go grab my tools.” *leaves*

Hot Rod: “Don’t forget to get a stool while you’re at it! I don’t wanna hit my head on the ceiling standing on Orion’s back!” 

Uzi: “What are you guys doing?” 

Hot Rod: “What are we doing? What are we doing!? Didn’t you see my post!?”

Bee: “A little too busy to be online right now, Rod.” 

Orion: *putting together a bear trap, some string, and a motion detector* “We have a situation.” 

Uzi: “Very descriptive, Pax!”

Hot Rod: “Remember when I was hearing something in the vents? I was right! There’s something loose in there— I saw it —and it attacked the Elite Guard!” 

…

Bee: “uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh–”

Uzi: “HOW DID THE DEFENSE FORCES FUCK UP THIS BAD—!?!?” 

*Her leg returns to normal as she yells profanely*

Orion: “Uzi! Language!” *the purple gremlin looks at him* “We think it’s some kind of Murder Drone, one that specializes more on stealth and reconnaissance than on… well, murdering. Probably snuck in while the first door was stuck open.” 

*Uzi’s eye twitches in guilt* 

Bee: “So your idea on how to defeat it… is to set up a trap for it… in the vents… can’t you just shoot it?”

Orion: *continues tinkering with the bear trap* “Prowl tried that, and he wound up getting a large dose of nanites.” 

Bee: “Nanites?”

Uzi: *half-nonchalantly* “Basically acid. It’s why my dad had to euthanize my mom… when I was only a few days old, apparently…” 

*Bumblebee remains silent upon hearing that.*

Hot Rod: “Dr. Ratchet and Chase are attending to him now, so that leaves us on our own to deal with the intruder.” 

Uzi: “Can’t you just get the WDF to trigger the general alarm?”

Hot Rod: “We asked Braxton to do that since your dad’s… at your conference… what are you doing–?”

Bee: “Wecantalkaboutthatlater!!! Why hasn’t he raised the alarm!?”

Hot Rod: “He thinks this is an elaborate prank.” 

Uzi: *jaw drops* [[WTF]] 

Bee: “You’re serious?”

Hot Rod: “Apparently, because he told us to leave the doors at gunpoint.”

Uzi: “Okay, this is stupid. We have a Murder Bot on the loose, the WDF isn’t doing its job, and you two and the mad scientist are trying to trap the thing in a really dumb plan that has more holes in it than the plot of The Emoji Movie!” 

Orion: “We’re far too aware of that, hair-trigger. For all we know, the intruder could be right above us, and it may easily move around our trap. But it’s the best chance we’ve got.”

Hot Rod: “And it ain’t cringe!” 

Uzi: *annoyed, pouting* [[Not all cringe is bad]]

*The conversation is then interrupted by a growling noise, followed by the “pest” slicing the vent cover above them to pieces with a sword. The message [[Prior Threat]] flashes on Hot Rod and Orion Pax’s visors before everyone bolts for cover.*

[ladyofsnark]

“So, when are you going to put Garrus out of his misery?”

Lex glanced over at her brother, who was leaning over the galaxy map as she deleted a slew of new messages from the Illusive Man and only just barely resisted sending him some Batarian porn in response. “His injury wasn’t that bad, Jon,” she said over her shoulder. “At least let him finish calibrating the Thanix cannon before we consider euthanizing him.”

Her brother snorted, his lips twisting into a half-smile, and he shot her a look. “That’s not what I meant. You’ve always had a thing for him. It’s why you gave him such a hard time on the SR1.”

Lex gave him a sideways look, her fingers hesitating over the console. “I’m…” She glanced around to make sure no one was standing nearby. Since they were in dry dock, most of the crew had abandoned the Normandy to get a hot meal or a few drinks at the bar. “I don’t think he’s interested.”

“I don’t think he knows that he should be. At least, not out loud. If you were on the playground, you’d be the one shoving sand down his shirt. You gotta give a guy a little more of a hint than that.”

“We give the love we get,” she muttered back, still not looking at her brother.

“Lex.”

“Jon.” She mimicked his tone and finally glanced at him again. “I’m pretty sure if he wanted me, he wouldn’t have spent the last two years telling me not to look for him. Besides, I’m not his type.”

“Or he was just trying to protect you. And I’m pretty sure that if Garrus has a type, it’s a woman who’s named every rifle she’s ever owned after pin up girls.”

She snorted. “I think that makes me more Zaeed’s type.”

“Well, there’s a thought I never needed to consider,” Jon scoffed back.

“What can I say? I’m a sucker for men with sexy voices.”

Her brother shook his head. “C’mon, Lex. I’ve never seen you act so shy.”

“You know, it’s really a pity that Cerberus also rebuilt your annoying big brother habits,” she muttered. Then after a considerable, weighty pause, she added in a near-whisper: “I just… really don’t want to hurt him. He’s been through enough.”

Jon’s eyes softened a little. “Why do you think you would?”

“Because I don’t know how to do anything else.”

[19catsncounting]

Fuck it Friday

tagged by @quietwingsinthesky

(It's halfway through March and I haven't published my last Febuwhump prompt because it's currently 27k long and Not Done but uh. This is the first section and explains Why I'm still chewing on the concept)

Sam is almost universally regarded as a nice guy. He’s the kind of friend that people call to help them move a couch even if it’s been years since they last talked, because he’s exactly the kind of guy to show up and do it and bring a sixer of cold beer too. He’s actually gotten dumped a few times because of this habit, this ‘fucking martyr complex’ as Ruby put it. He does admit, he’s an adrenaline junkie in a very fucked up way, a way in which he feels most alive when he is stressed and stretched beyond his capacity and just one small inconvenience away from a complete mental breakdown, and that tends to come out the most in service of others.

Chuck seems like a nice guy too. He was enthusiastic when Sam reached out and messaged him privately after reading his post in a dog rehabilitation group, he has offered Sam an astounding amount of money, several times, just to drive out to Missouri and take a look at what he’s working with. But, as soon as Sam got on the property, shut the door to his gray electric Nissan and took in the humidity, the planks of rotten wood where a good fence once stood, the slouch of the darkened patio and deck, the strain in Chuck’s voice as he shook his head and sighed and welcomed him to the family estate he just inherited, Sam knew it.

Sam knew he was leaving with the damned dog.

“I don’t know what to do. I just don’t know what to do,” Chuck says again, with a jittery shrug, a slap to the side of his thigh as his arm drops, a mantra that he’s repeated in email and in person, and Sam swallows down firm reminders that he’s told Chuck what to do. For free. In detail. “The other behaviorists - I’ve talked to so many people, I pulled some strings and spent a fortune and even got a call from Cesar Milan-”

“He’s not accredited, and he’s a dick,” Sam snaps, plastering on a smile. The back of his neck is beading with sweat. Chuck shrugs.

“I’ve tried everything, and I-I’m a musician, I’m supposed to be out in LA, that’s my vibe, I don’t do this farm thing, and this dog is- he’s supposed to be a farm dog. But he keeps killing everything - chickens, cats, birds, snakes, he’s eaten full grown deer and fucking cows, man. Cows! Ripped their throats out, he- God, he could take either one of us without breaking a sweat, and every behaviorist I talked to said-”

“Chuck,” Sam interrupts, looks down on the nervous little guy with curly hair and bright blue eyes who definitely didn’t sign up to take care of a farm, or a farm dog. But he is not describing normal issues with a farm dog, and while Sam really needs to know more about the dog’s past, how it became so prey-driven, he’s starting to worry that Chuck - the only person who could help him on that front - will not be helpful at all, out of ignorance and frustration and a decision he’s already made but wants Sam to give his blessing in person to. “Are you going to euthanize the dog? Is your mind just already set that that’s the best choice here?”

“No, God no, I- I’m practically vegan, y'know, I love animals and I’d never… unless it was the only option, y'know? I don’t want him to suffer either, and if it’s hopeless,” Chuck waffles, but his blue eyes keep begging Sam to say the word that he needs, absolve him of blame. Make things crystal clear when this decision just never is, but if Chuck wants a clean break, Sam is coming around to that outcome. “Do you- I mean, you’ve never heard of a dog getting this bad, right? Taking down a fucking cow, dude is a psycho and he earns his name-”

“My favorite dog when I was a kid was named ‘Lucifer’ too,” Sam says, honestly, with a huff of a smile that tries to cover up an acrid, senseless, probably genetic desire to spit out that the city slicker just doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Every pack of farm dogs has a devil, a bastard, an ugly stubborn son of a bitch that young kids are warned not to mess with, and Sam has always loved them uniquely. “He was this big barrel-chested mutt, probably had terrier and pit and 15 different types of cow dog in his pedigree, had a coarse white and tan coat. He was really reactive to small creatures, anything smaller than a full-grown goat, and he’d chew on snakes out in the cow pasture like they were his favorite bones. And once I grew out of his prey-size, we were buddies.”

“Prey-prey size? Before that, when you were a kid, he could have…” Chuck can’t bring himself to say the words, stuttering through the implications of it, but Sam lifts his eyebrows and shrugs.

“Dogs do what they’re bred and raised to do, and if you let them, sometimes they’ll sort out the details of what that entails for themselves. There wasn’t a single calf that died from coyotes or wolves while Lucifer was alive. And we didn’t have a problem with snakes either,” Sam claps his hands together, notices that Chuck jolts from the sound. “So, let’s go and meet your devil dog.”

Chuck stops by the deck to grab a half-empty and crumpled bag of grocery brand dry food - surprising, as Sam was sure he would go for the most expensive boutique diet available if not pay for a pet nutritionist if he has Cesar Milan consultation money. They head out to a nearby corral gate hidden by a few trees, to an overgrown pasture where Sam can see a few cows in the distance and see a small pond, but little else with the grass reaching three feet tall. Chuck whistles, shakes the bag, calls out his dog’s name. “Lucy! Lucy-Lucifer! Come here, boy!”

Sam barely has time to notice the sound of grass parting, can’t register where it comes from, then there’s a giant brown blur with black markings soaring over the ground in a leap, it lands and gruffs, then Chuck is stumbling back as the dog turns and closes the distance to bounce right in front of his feet, feet planting on his stomach to bark in his face then land. The dog is a rusty copper on its legs that fades tan, a black saddle rests on his spine and spreads outwards, his neck is so gray it’s almost white in some areas, but his head is a solid black and with its sharply pointed black ears, long snout, and pale blue eyes, it’s pretty damn intimidating.

The pointed ears, the black saddle, the size of the dog allowing him to look Chuck in the eye when he stands, the unholy energy and that terrifying garbled whine that starts to barrel out of the dog’s throat as Chuck fails to feed him, like something dragged out from the pits of Hell. Sam just stares in awe, in horror, as Chuck looks at him like he should know what to do and tries not to fall from another one of Lucifer’s pounces.

“Is that… is he a mix of Belgian Malinois and Husky?” Sam asks, the same way he’d ask someone if they were carrying an armed nuclear warhead if he had reasonable suspicion that was the case. 

Chuck, stupidly, nods. “Yeah, I don’t think he likes the heat out here. Huskies are supposed to live out in the snow right? And you’re from Colorado?”

Sam has the choice of driving 11 hours back home with a blooded, destructive dog from the most blasphemous hybrid litter conceivable, or telling Chuck Shurley to call a vet and have the dog put down.

Sam finds out that prescription sedatives do not work on Lucifer, and that it takes about an hour for a Belusky to chew through the leather of a Nissan Leaf’s passenger headrest enough to start biting off and swallowing chunks of the foam inside.

Sam is starting to think that he might have finally found a cross that he doesn’t want to hang himself on with this dog.

tagging: @swamp-spirit, @lebirbybitch (y'all are welcome to share a WIP or new writing, anything you'd like)

[jrueships]

tag yourself as some of my favorite players except if you can tag yourself, you may need help . Ignore the pronouns lol

Jaboobi

doesn't know how to hold a proper conversation if it doesn't involve at least one special interest

picky eater

do NOT interrupt when in the middle of doing one out of the many favorite monotonous tasks, WILL kill you

still has to hold mommy's hand when nervous

kills people who call sports 'sportsball'

actually really nice when not pissed off 24/7

' i don't have anger issues and to show how i don't have anger issues, i am going to roll this Giant Boulder over a Small Village.'

adopts random things/people when he doesn't know what to do with his life

Gay Bear

Says eep

Finds the lack of an amygdala extremely attractive

Considered a vip at furcon

Voted best babysitter in hometown, should be a school teacher if the economic state of the world wasn't corrupt

Repeats jokes that fail until someone pity laughs, will frantically look around to find anyone who might find it funny

Unironically exclaims 'it's so preppy in here!!!'

Should wear a shirt that says 'warning, will leap into your arms when frightened and WILL expect the catch to be bridal style on the whim'

Nba youngboy

' i can say 'OMG' bcs 'OMG' to me isn't an insult to God, it is my Friend'

Invites himself to parties

Eavesdrops with eyes as big as saucers and mouthing surprise. Shocked to find out his spying has been discovered

Will argue with you while holding a popsicle in the hot sun

Shameless when it comes to the opportunity of social media account growth

Would ask a stranger if they had a hysterectomy because they give hysterectomy vibes

Tried to use an egg as a drum and was surprised when it cracked

Gamer Twink

Kink is people that could kill him

Over-the-top filters over any image taken by a camera is more useful and used than oxygen

Has to do The Thinker pose when thinking

If he can't have his daily little treat or life reward for being alive on earth, considers k*lling himself

Never knows what's going on until he hears one word of what could be news and then acts like he was the primary witness at the scene

'I do really good voice impressions, wanna hear?' 'Not rea-' 'hi im spongebob'

Says 'ggs' after sex

Drew

'Skibidi toilet rizz!'

Will make a random sound. Look at you in morbid silence. Waddle away

Texts using only a single pointer finger while squinting

that one Tiktok of that one ruff n tumble man who lives in the desert and acts very disgruntled by the fact that he has now adopted a stray kitten who's crawled into his trailer, ignoring the fact that he's immediately spoiled it with a million toys and the best food, water, and care possible

Has to be euthanized to be stopped from telling people 'don't fall in' when they say they have to go use the toliet

' not reading that, sorry, not reading that, sorry, ... squeak now or forever hold your cheese ? LOL! liked :] ! ...not reading that, sor-'

Behind those beautiful doe eyes.. is a man so horny ..

Reeses Puffs

Considers 'ya'll' a worthy word to be written in all essays

Hates being hugged but loves giving hugs

Mystified by magic shows

Superhero media lover till he dies

Walks into random conversations already laughing then asks 'what's up :D!! What's funny! What are we talking about :D!!' After the people go silent bcs who tf is this

People think he's innocent from his humor but is actually very messy and lovesss listening to drama

Refers to his pets as his children

Doesn't know what a vacation is

Poo Dirt

' im not going to speak to you.. im just going to Stare at you. And hope. You are a telepath.'

Wants a bad gf but would fumble her so badly

Thinks beastmode is still a thing in 2024

Has like two friends in his phone. The rest of the texts are from his family

Quietly clingy

Scary looking bitch who is actually quite soft and enjoys watching a good episode of bluey after work

'Hey guys' *chat dies*

Doesn't know how to end conversations. Just kind of. Wanders off

Faggant

Having sex with himself would fix him

Doesn't know how to admit when he likes new things. Has to make fun of it first

Would move mountains for a goth bitch

Just Laughs and automatically agrees to things when he doesn't know wtf you're talking about

'Imma be honest... i stopped listening to what you had to say and started thinking about how quiet this restaurant got after that one noisy ass messy ass etiquette lacking ass family left 35 minutes ago, sorry'

Gets ice cream at crumbl cookie

Gets lost going to crumbl cookie

Doesn't want to say anything about that

Jdumb

Used to be that one kid who would immediately t-pose when he recognized his friend in the hallway

^ weird

His fashion and hair IS his emotional state right now

Haahahaa :]!! *face drops* im going to Kill you.

Attends the movie theater in full-out cosplay

'Milk does not belong in cereal'

^ sicko

[difrail]

voice of a guy who was left alone with this thoughts for barely an hour: i need to be euthanized

[cinelitchick]

“Speaking of unexpected couplings, where did Tony run off to?” Jennifer tactfully changed the subject. “Hot Santa date with Strange? Or did he have another key to the city to receive for telling Ol’ Saint Nick his reindeer used too many emissions and would have to be euthanized for the good of the planet?”

“Tony killed Prancer?”

The voice came from the door to the lab where a tall, muscular man with long blond hair who looked and sounded like he fell out of a Drunk Shakespeare sketch filled the entire door frame. Bruce choked on his salad upon seeing the strapping Norse figure as Jennifer slurped soda through a straw with great interest.

Since her cousin needed a moment to recover, she replied, “Bad joke. Prancer’s fine. Lemme guess. You’re the ass clown who ran away with dear Brucie’s heart last Christmas. What did you do? Drop it in a blender and turn it into a smoothie? You don’t really seem like a juice cleanse kinda guy.”

“Jen.” Bruce gasped as he finally dislodged the errant piece of hard noodle from his throat. “Enough.”

She shot him a glare. “Hardly. He hurt you, Bruce. Nobody hurts you and gets away with it.”

While he appreciated that, the situation didn’t warrant an appearance by She-Hulk. Not that She-Hulk was the vessel of rage that his own alter ego Hulk certainly was. Bruce still regretted giving Jen his own blood in a transfusion after they had been in a car accident last year while on a road trip yet was grateful her own transformation didn’t mirror his own in the slightest.

Confusion reigned supreme on the visitor’s face as he stepped further into the lab. “I hurt you? … Last year? … I-I don’t understand.”

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[thrspidcr]

"I'd like to be." He said honestly. it would be easier to feel the other's heart rate if he was on the ground. It would be easier to gauge the situation if he could sense those changes. a steady heart rate meant things were fine, but in stressful situations, they often spiked.

Instead, he kept a calm and quiet demeanor.

"Me, too. 'Cept, where I'm from, we don't have guys like either of you to speak up for us. The mold just keeps growing."

At the hitch in the other's voice and the way the gun was cocked, the spider thwiped his webbing towards his feet on the ceiling and quickly (yet carefully) lowered himself to the floor. He could have shot down, quick as the insect he embodied, but scurrying like that in these situations often made it worse.

Once on the floor he could feel Mr. Dent's heart rate through his feet ( ideally, he would need a hand on the other to properly 'hear' it, but this was enough for those key subtle changes).

"Hey Mr. Dent." The spider said with a softer voice. The sound was genuine. "Didn't mean to cause you any trouble there." He had squatted low to the floor, as if to appear smaller and less oppressive.

In truth, it was to maintain better contact with what he could "hear". His heightened hearing could pick up a lot, but the tactile sensation helped him focus on one singular sound .

"Everyone is worth saving." He responded , "You don't give up on friends, Mr. Dent." His head nodded firmly at the statement. "I'm sure you've heard the news. About the monster running around . Ran off with some of your boys, too, right? I'm sure you've been listening, Mr. Dent." He wasn't sure how much time he'd have to properly talk, but he certainly was going to try.

" I've followed him this far. I bet you've seen what parts of the city he's picking people off from." he ventured." Where I'm from the cops call him the Lizard, but his name is Dr. Connor. He got half a himself blow up over in Vietnam, " did they have a Vietnam in this world? Did that war exist here?" And that thing that's running around? That was his attempt to make himself whole." Lizards regrew their tales. Dr. Connor just wanted his arm and leg back.

"He's still fighting 'over there' in here," the spider pointed to his head with his free hand, " I'm sure you could understand that. He's hoarding people for a reason, Mr. Dent. They are safe until he's lucid. But if the police go in guns blazing-- they won't be tunnel rats for very long down in those sewers." He couldn't let more people get hurt.

"From what I've gathered, their plan is to euthanize, not detain. He doesn't deserve that. He's a veteran. There's a good man in there, and i know i can take care of him without killing him. The cape crusader with a sports car won't listen to me. " like Mr. Face, he seemed to be focused on the fact that he was a kid. "Sir, I'm here to ask that you make him listen." He was running out of options. Who better to persuade than a lawyer? " I can handle him, but not with interference. "

He waited for an answer, hoping for any kind of help, " and for what is worth, sir, I've already been shot at several times. It's not too bad. Mr. Face is a better shot than you are anyway. "

A  bitter  cackle  rises  ,  scraping  the  back  of  their  throat  . 

❝   𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃  𝚃𝙾  ?  𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺  𝚈𝚁  𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳  ?  𝙷𝙴  𝙰𝙸𝙽'𝚃 𝙶𝙾𝚃  𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙴  𝙾𝙵  '𝙴𝙼  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐌𝐄  .   𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝙰  𝙺𝙸𝙳  𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙰'𝙲𝙾𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙼𝙴 . ❞  Seems  he  can  speak  for  Harvey  ,  or  so  he  feels  entitled  to.  The  kid  could  have  been  one  of  them  ,  one  of  the  low  income  families  the  halcyon  Apollo  had  helped  back  in  his  day  .  Or  the  damn  bastard  just  did  his  research  either  way  ;  there  is  a  stillness  as  something  stirs  within  Two-Face  .  Mismatched  eyes  seem  to  stare  heavy  in  thought  .

❝  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝙰𝚁𝙴  𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝙳𝙾𝙸𝙽’  ,  𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏  ?  𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙸𝙽’  𝚃𝙾  𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝙱𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙳  .  𝚆𝙴  𝙳𝙾  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂  𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝚈  𝙽𝙾𝚆  !  -  '𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴  𝙷𝙴  𝙷𝙰𝚂  𝙰  𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃  𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃  𝙵𝙾𝚁  '𝙴𝙼  𝙸𝙽  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒  .  𝚆𝙴  𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙶𝙸𝙽'  𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚆  𝚄𝙿  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴  -  𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃  . ❞  It  was  so  long  ago  it  was  easy  to  despise  the  man  that  used  to  be  Harvey  Dent  .  Weak  .  Doing  things  to  the  letter  of  the  law  never  even  kissed  some  of  the  promises  they  made  to  this  city  .  Sure  he  had  made  the  case  about  the  mould  in  the  building  ,  and  the  grieving  family  got  all  they  needed  in  the  end  ,  all  besides  their  daughter  back  obviously  . 

I  really  did  some  good  that  time  .  Yeah  ,  sure  that  time  .  An'  the  poor  families  lives  ya  made  worse  since  ?  Hah  .   We.  Yeah  WE.

Gilda  .  The  way  he  lost  his  breath  just  at  the  foreign  sound  of  that  name  on  a  stranger’s  tongue  !  Gilda  !  ❝   𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃  𝚂𝙰𝚈  𝙷𝙴𝚁  𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴  !  ❞ Two-Face  challenged  ,  feeling  their  vessel’s  heart  constrict  around  the  sound  .  ❝   𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃-  ❞  That's  it  they  let  the  kid  run  his  mouth  for  too  long  ,  barrel  lining  up  with  him  .  There's  a  hesitation  the  gun  cocked  just  to  the  left  of  the  red  and  webbed  clad  nuisance  .

Swallowing  a  lump  in  their  threat  the  edges  in  their  voice  soften  . 

❝   𝚆𝚑𝚢  𝚍𝚘  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝  𝚝𝚘  𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔  𝚝𝚘  𝚖𝚎  ?  𝚈𝚘𝚞  𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝  𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚖𝚎  ,  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠  .  𝙽𝚘  𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚌𝚊𝚗  .  𝙽𝚘𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜  ,  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗  𝚃𝚑𝚎  𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚗  .  𝙸𝚝'𝚜  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  .  𝙸𝚏  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚍𝚒𝚎  𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  ,  𝚒𝚏  𝙸  𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚢𝚘𝚞  ,  𝚒𝚝'𝚜  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑  𝚒𝚝  . . .  ❞  I'm  not  worth  it  .

[thesparringpanther]

One thing I can never figure out is why even a paranoid-ridden Ironwood would dedicate a secret hospital wing to keeping Fria alive. It's not like Fria's health took a turn for the worst after the Fall, Fria's been knocking on death's door for a long time now if Qrow jokes about it and Winter's 8 year career led up to becoming the Maiden. And it's not like Ironwood is above this either, Ironwood has always been a "The ends justify the means" character. He comes up with the options that no one else wants to voice and doesn't care. He even has a whole song dedicated to how much he doesn't care about people reacting to his morally dubious plans. So, if any character would have euthanized Fria, or at the very least zapped her powers away so the only thing keeping his Kingdom from being a giant crater isn't an old woman on life support, it'd be him and only him.

And that is not even counting the last time they kept a Maiden on life support Salem's forces attacked, took the power, and trashed the Kingdom on the way out.

What I'm rambling about is that for some reason Ironwood holds Fria in deep regards.

Ironwood is a contradiction. He wars with his humanity, believing and wanting to be emotionless in the name of efficiency while also pulling a complete 180 and will go above and beyond to protect his friends.

Let's look at Ironwood's job. He's the first, and hopefully, last, person in Remnant to hold a majority of the power on his Council.

But contrary as to what the show portrays, the General seat and the Headmaster seats are not the same seat. He would have had to either have been a Headmaster promoted to the General or vice versa.

Considering all the values Ironwood holds dear in his heart, the same values Qrow lambasts in World of Remnant, it's the latter.

Headmasters are either assumed by the Vice Headmaster if the current Headmaster dies (Glynda) or elected independently of their council's input, likely by the other Headmasters (Lionheart). Makes sense, considering they need to be briefed on the whole magic WMD in their basements thing, it's best that the common people don't vote others into this position.

Now, Ozpin detests the usage of armies and fleets. He knows it just causes more unrest and easier for Salem to manipulate, so Ironwood would have been on the bottom of his Atlas Headmaster list.

So I propose that Fria was the one that recommended/brought Ironwood into the Ozluminati. She saw something in him and trusted him to become a part of the bigger picture. And through that Ironwood earned the trust of Ozpin, enough for when the time came around it was easier to trust Ironwood as the Headmaster of Atlas and the Keeper of the Staff than getting another guy to do so.

And because of this that I think General Jimmy "Emotions Are Worthless" Ironwood prioritized Fria's comfort and was only willing to pull the plug when everything else failed.

Cuz if there's one thing Ironwood values, it's people believing in him.

[izukult]

haikyuu boys and “icks”

oh you know i had to do it to em. i love these boys so much, but they’re on thin fucking ice. this is one of my favorite ones i’ve ever done.

characters: hinata, kageyama, oikawa, sugawara, yamaguchi, tsukishima, bokuto, akaashi, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kenma, kuroo, nishinoya, tanaka, asahi, atsumu, lev

hinata shoyo; emojis and names- “hi queen🥺👑” type of shit from this guy. it’s so disgusting. he absolutely has used 🤣 unironically- please buy him an old flip phone or something because he must be stopped. also has unironically said wifey before to his s/o- makes me physically sick.

kageyama tobio; running with a backpack on- the backpack is bumping up and down and it keeps hitting his back and he’s just hauling ass. sometimes, he’ll hold the straps and it just gets so much worse. he leans forward to counterbalance the weight of the backpack, and he trips a couple times because of it. meanwhile, his books and stuff just keep repeatedly hitting his tailbone.

oikawa toru; repeating a joke because no one laughed- this one makes me want to rip my hair out. he says it louder the second time, over emphasizing every other word and then he just looks at everyone in anticipation. gets overly cocky after the pity laughs.

sugawara koushi; crying listening to ed sheeran- he’s got his headphones in, volume all the way up, with really cheesy, radio popular ed sheeran songs blaring. he says that ‘the songs are really emotional’ and ‘his voice is moving’. once in public perfect came on and he teared up.

yamaguchi tadashi; baby talk- it’s not all the time but sometimes he’ll send “i’m sowwy 👉🥺👈” or anything with that emoji combo. it’s rare enough where you can just ignore it, but every time it happens it hits so hard that it kinda makes you consider ghosting him.

tskushima kei; begging for validation indirectly- he does something and then he’ll push up his glasses and be like “that was good, right?” in a cocky tone but won’t leave you alone until you answer. and there’s no winning either. if you compliment him, he gets over excited and if you put him down he gets angry and insecure and whiny (i.e. “what do you mean? of course i did that right, you’re just stupid).

bokuto kotaro; saying ‘this ones for you’ and then messing up- he just didn’t hit the ball as hard as he should’ve and the opposing team easily blocked it. he gets a little emo too and you have to COMFORT HIM about it. oh no💔

akaashi keiji; breathing with his mouth open- it’s only when he’s zoning out, really. he won’t be paying attention and the next thing he knows, he’s looking like a fish and he’s breathing aggressively loud. it’s that shallow huff kind of breathing, too.

iwaizumi hajime; waiting for the shower to heat up naked- IM SO SORRY BUT. awful. so embarrassing. just standing there,,,, reclining into himself,,,, awkwardly moving back and forth on his own two feet as he waits for the water to get hot. no one would actually see this one, but even just thinking about it makes me sick.

matsukawa issei; commenting ‘does she reply❤️😏” on celebrity or influencers posts- issei i’m begging someone to break your fucking phone. no, she doesn’t. no one cares, mattsun. please, i’m begging you delete social media.

hanamaki takahiro; typing ‘x’ after everything- “how are you xx?” so much worse now that youve said that, makki. he thinks it makes him charming and cute, but really he just sounds like a virgin 😞✋. overuses it when he likes someone, it’s really awful.

kenma kozume; going up the stairs on all fours- why was it necessary? are you laughing, kenma? was it more comfortable? we as people evolved for a reason. you have legs KENMA, please use them. he looks down the stairs after with a little sense of pride, makes it so much more nauseating.

kuroo tetsuro; sings the wrong lyrics too confidently- he’s off beat, he’s way too loud, and he doesn’t know the words at all. everything comes out a jumbled mess but it’s the only think you can hear. bonus: will look up lyrics and try to secretly read them so he can sing along. euthanize him.

nishinoya yu; dabs- the joke died so long ago (almost a decade ago) but that does not mean he will stop. he thinks it’s so funny and everytime he does it, your soul dies a little bit.

tanaka ryunosuke; purposefully trying to make you jealous- oh it’s so embarrassing and he’s so bad at it. comes off kinda creepy and a little douchey. you actually have to sit down with him and talk about this one because it needs to be stopped.

asahi azumane; crying on a rollercoaster- it’s about to start and he starts hitting the bar, and once the ride is already going he starts screaming about being let off. not only that, but he does it every time. why do you keep trying to ride them, asahi? just stay and watch everyone’s bags, jesus christ.

miya atsumu; asking ‘where’s my hug?’- says it way too loud, makes everyone uncomfortable. okay piss head, you would’ve gotten a hug either way but now you’ve kind of ruined it. has also probably told someone to ‘smile more’, resulted in him getting punched.

lev haiba; coming out of the fitting room to show his family his outfit- he’s surrounded by all those mirrors and he’s kind of hunched over. they make him do a little spin, and he’s stiff as a board. his mom still makes him show her even if he says the pants don’t fit.

[xenospacebabe]

Broken Wings pt. 3

Summary: After breaking one of his wings, Hawks breaks into an animal clinic for some help. Little does he know that the doctor there would occupy his mind this much

TW: Mentions of animal death.

Another busy week that seemed to endlessly drag on was coming to a close. There was a spike in Parvovirus cases in the last few days that had you hospitalizing as well as euthanizing beloved pets. You loved your job, but sometimes it really took a lot out of you. There were times where you lost more patients than you saved and it left you wondering if you were even good at what you do. However, there were the times where miracle patients made an unprecedented recovery. Those were the moments that kept you coming back.

The stress mounted on your shoulders, though. You had three dogs in isolation that were struggling to survive, so much so that you did your best to not promise anything to their owners. For now, they were resting in the silence of your closed clinic. You leaned back in your chair and let your head hang until you stared blankly at the ceiling. The muscles in your lower back burned and ached from standing and kneeling all day. Did you eat lunch today? Did you ever use the bathroom?

“Y’know I was really hoping you’d text me back this week, Doc.”

“WAH!” The sound of Keigo’s voice breaking through the fragile silence sent you backwards in your chair with a frightened shriek. But before you could hit the floor, you were looking up into Keigo’s eyes as he had rushed over to catch you. His good wing caught your chair while his hand cradled the back of your head.

“Woah easy there. I knew you’d fall for me but I didn’t think you’d do it literally.”

“Keigo! Oh shit, you scared me!” The winged hero looked so smug as he held you there. You were incredibly aware of just how close his face was to yours and you felt your stomach flip as a result. That stupid grin cracked on his lips, a wild eyebrow arching confidently.

“P-please help me up.” The shakiness in your voice was louder than you’d like it to be. But he brought you upright, nonetheless, in a smooth motion before sitting on your desk. “Thank you...”

“Hey it’s what heroes do, am I right? So-...” He reached forward with a gloved hand to fidget with the ends of your ponytail between his fingers. “What’s up? You seem more stressed than usual.”

Than usual? How would he know how stressed you are on a daily basis? You’d only seen each other twice, three times including today. What you didn’t know was that Keigo had a lot of time to fill while he allowed his wing to recover. Most of it was spent catching up on paperwork he had neglected back at headquarters. The rest of the time? He was watching you from afar. This strange instinct to keep an eye on you was out of character for him, he never paid this much attention to anyone who wasn’t a target for a mission.

But you...

Choosing to ignore that last statement, you let out a weary sigh. The tension in your shoulders relaxed and they slumped. Keigo observed you, choosing to stay quiet until you responded.

“It’s just...been a rough week. This business-...I don’t always get to save everyone and it was just a little more than I could handle this week.”

Something about that struck a chord in the depths of his heart. He knew about that reality all too well. Sometimes not everyone made it out alive, regardless of how hard he tried. And remarkably, you understood that. There wasn’t much he could say that would make you feel any better other than just a hum in his throat.

“Mmh...I get it. That’s a really heavy burden to carry.” The hand that played with your hair slipped out of its glove and rested on your shoulder to give it a reassuring squeeze. You felt your anxiety dissolve a little when he smiled at you.

“Anyway...that’s why I didn’t text you. I just didn’t have the moment to spare. I haven’t really left the clinic for more than a couple hours each day.” You let out an exhausted yawn behind your hand. Keigo noticed the way your nose scrunched up when you did so, and the cute squeak your throat made.

“Mmh my goodness, sorry. How’s the wing?” Back on track. He admired your tenacity and dedication to your work. Arms slipped out of his jacket followed by his uniform shirt. The redness returned to your features and you chewed your bottom lip nervously before regaining focus. It shouldn’t be this hard to look at a shirtless man. You’re an adult, get over yourself! But then again...you reminded yourself that there were no men like Keigo.

“Not too bad. The pain killers have helped but I didn’t wanna take them too long.” The splinted wing lifted and tried to flex. There was a tightness in the limb that was driving him crazy. And boy was it itchy. You noticed and began to remove the tape and gauze so you could feel the bone with your fingers.

To your surprise, Keigo didn’t flinch. In fact, you didn’t feel much of the break anymore. That was odd. One hand gently grasped the far side of his wing and slowly flexed it open. Once more, no pain response. You let go and told him to open and close it, which he did with a little strain but after a few tries it opened and closed in a smooth motion.

“How the-...this was a completely transverse fracture two weeks ago.” You muttered to yourself, truly confused but intrigued. Without thinking, you snagged Keigo by the wrist and yanked him into the radiology suite for immediate xrays.

“Woah hey! What?! What’s wrong?”

“On the table. Flex the wing. Hold still.” You were in like a trance, transfixed on getting answers. He did as you instructed without his usual teasing banter, the less he said the quicker you’d speak to him. You said nothing throughout the process, even after the images printed and were clipped to the lightbox.

“How?!” You gasped with your eyes trained on the image of Keigo’s healed wing. There wasn’t even the typical crease that came with the fusion of broken bones after they healed. You felt stupefied just gawking at his xrays.

“What?!” He practically shrieked, you were making him nervous by not explaining as quick as you usually did.

“It’s healed. I don’t-...did you know you could heal this quickly?” Keigo had the audacity to look embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly with a dumb smile on his handsome face.

“Ah yeah, I guess I did. But I dunno, I just figured I needed an excuse to keep seeing you.” Once again you found yourself in close proximity to the winged hero, too close, in fact. Being this close made it suddenly dawn on you that now he didn’t need to come back anymore. He was healed and had no reason to sneak into your cute little clinic after hours.

Keigo could see the realization on your face, your expressions were incredibly loud in spite of you not having said a single word. You’d only seen each other twice before today but even he could tell there was something there.

“Hey, why don’t you take a short break and come on a test flight with me, there’s something I wanna show you.”

“What now? Keigo I-..” His back was already retreating back to your office to put his shirt and coat back on. When he returned, he held your hoodie out that was on the back of your office door. You looked at the clock, your overnight tech would be here soon to look after the hospitalized patients. Maybe you could afford to slip out for just a little while.

“Come on. You won’t let me pay you with money, so let me thank you my way.”

There really was no arguing with Keigo, he was too headstrong. So you reached for your hoodie, only for him to yank it back. Instead, he held it open for you to slide your arms into. You were trying so hard not to swoon.

“Alright...let’s go.”

A/N: I’m really glad you guys are liking this drabble. I’m thinking of making it into a fanfiction of sorts, maybe. With some conflict and maybe a lil romance. Let me know what you think! I love feedback!

[arashikitten]

“I am Danny Phantom”

Who knew that four words were all it took to turn someone’s entire life on its head? Well, Valerie knew, her father being fired and her subsequently being dropped by the A-listers proved that, but....

Danny Fenton. The small, quiet, funny, space-obsessed, sleep-deprived, nervous guy who slept in class, made puns out of everything, her boyfriend... was Phantom. The ghost who had ruined her life, who was a menace to the town, who had committed several crimes including kidnapping the mayor. They were the same person.

Her suit was on before she could blink, guns powering up and aimed at Phantom- Fenton- Danny.

“One reason. Give me one. Goddamned. Reason why I shouldn’t put a hole in your head.” Everything was red. She felt nothing but the blood in her veins turning into fire, only heard the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. It would be so, so easy to turn this... this monster into a pile of ectoplasm. All it would take was one little blast...

“Because it was an accident.”

Silence. It rang in her ears like a gunshot, quieting the pounding of her heart like the forest before the storm. Where her anger was once fiery red, now it was cold, calm blue, freezing everything in her path.

“What?” Her voice sounded flat, no hint of anger, and yet the ghost shuffled back slightly, wringing it’s... his hands nervously. (Somewhere in the back of her mind, a part of her recognized that was a habit of Fentons, that Danny- no, Fenton has been doing that earlier. Valerie shut that thought down before it reached farther into her head.)

“It was an accident. That ghost dog... Cujo, he- he was, um, looking for his- his toy because he’d been euthanized by Axion labs after they got the, uh, new security systems. He was just loking for his toy.”

“Then why were you there, spook?”

A pause. He was wringing his hands again. It caught her off guard slightly, how... human he looked. If you took away the glow and bright white hair, he could’ve easily passed as a normal highschooler. (That’s because he is human, part of her mind screeched at her. That’s your boyfriend for fucks sake, it said. Again, she shut it out.)

“I can sense them. The ghosts, I mean. Whenever one shows up, there’s this sort of... smoke, kinda, that I breathe. And that’s how I know if one’s around. So that night, when- when Cujo showed up, I sensed him and went to check it out. I never meant to get your father fired, or to- to fuck the place up as bad as I did. I’m sorry.”

Anger bubbled up in her again. He thought- he really fucking thought that a simple damned apology fixed that? Hell no! He’d screwed over her entire life, got her father fired, committed several crimes, and he thought a simple ass ‘I’m sorry’ would fix it?

She took aim, charging up her blasters.

“I don’t care if you’re sorry. You’re a ghost, a crook, and a thief. And I’ll be doing the whole world a favor by getting rid of you.”

Her blasters were charged up. All it would take now was for her to-

“Then do it.”

Valerie almost dropped her blaster. Had- had she heard that right? She stared at Phantom.

He was rooted to the spot, arms down by his sides, eyes scrunched shut. He was still in his ghost form, but he wasn’t levitating.

What in the hell?

“What do you mean ‘then do it’?” You’re not- you’re not even gonna try to fly off?”

“No.”

“Why?”

At that, Danny- no, Phantom opened his eyes. He looked, scared. Sad. Like he had seen a massacre, or a war.

“A couple of weeks ago... when- when we were about to take the CAT... I- well I got the answer key to the test. And... I wasn’t in a great place, mentally, at the time. I mean, I’m still not, but... it was different, in a way. But basically, what, well, what happened was that I was so stressed out, because I was trying to protect the town and my friends from ghosts, and my parents were just getting worse about trying to hunt me down, and my grades are already shit, and Mr. Lancer kept saying that this test would determine my future and I just...” Danny stopped, shaking and hugging himself. He looked.... Valerie didn’t think she’d ever seen him look this distraught, as Phantom or Fenton. It made something in her chest tighten, made her stomach twist.

“I... I had the answers. And I was already so worried about... well, everything, that I decided to cheat. I figured that maybe I could just do it one time, and then that’d be it, you know? But... of course, of course, it couldn’t be that simple.” Now he sounded... tired. Worn, and not in a good way, more like a war veteran disallusioned with the world. (Something in Valerie told her that maybe this was the real Danny, the part of him he refused to show anyone. The tired fighter who wanted nothing more than to be able to go to sleep without worrying if he was going to wake up with a gun pointed at him.. or if he would wake up at all.)

“Essentially what happened was that Sam, Tucker and I got sort of... teleported about ten years into the future, and... apparently me cheating on one stupid test leads to the end of the world, because Mr. Lancer would find out that I had cheated and would call a meeting with my parents at the Nasty Burger, which would then blow up and kill my friends and family.” Danny was shaking now, arms wrapped around himself as though he was trying to protect himself from his own words.

“That, in turn, lead to me tearing the ghost part out of me, which then proceeded to fuse with Vla- the Wisconsin Ghost. When- well, when that happened, it- drove my ghost half.... I-insane. And then he was killing people all over and... and I- I killed people in that timeline! I did the- the one thing I said I would never fucking do, and I killed someone.”

Danny was on his knees now, quietly sobbing. His black hair (when had he turned back?) shone in the sun.

Valerie was rooted to the spot. How in the hell did someone deal with that? Fuck, how in the hell would someone deal with any of this? In the span of about thirty minutes, Valerie had discovered that not only was her boyfriend dead, but was the town’s widely considered hero and had apparently fought an evil version of his future self and had almost seen all of his friends and family die.

And, to top it all off, he’d discovered that not only were his own parents hunting him, but she was too. Valerie felt sick.

Jesus. Just how much shit had she put him through? Fuck- was that why he was so nervous about telling her he was Phantom? Granted she was still pissed at him, but not for the Cujo thing. Not really.

“Danny.” He looked up at her, and she felt something in her chest break at just how scared and sad he looked. Was this the sort of shit he had to deal with every damn day? All that fear, over being hunted, or experimented on, or getting everyone he loved killed- was this how he felt all the time?

Slowly, Valerie stepped towards him and knelt down. Her eyes never left his.

“Danny. I care... so, so much about you. You... you were the first person to really give a shit about me, after the A-listers dropped me.”

Immediately he tensed, and distress filled his eyes.

“I’m-“

“Nope, don’t, stop. You’re not apologizing. Not right now. Maybe later. Not fucking now.”

He fell silent, eyes wide and searching. Still scared, still tense.

“You love space, and puns. Your favorite video game is Doom 4 even though you’ve never won. Your favorite subject is science, you’ve always wanted a dog, and you doodle in the margins of your paper when your bored.” Valerie paused.

Danny seemed to be noticeably more relaxed, as he was no longer gripping his knees so hard that his knuckles (how had she not noticed the scars? They weren’t exactly small.) were white. Good.

“You adore your mom and dad, even if they embarrass you all the time. You look up to your sister more than anyone on the planet, even if you don’t act it. You don’t make friends often, but when you do you stick with them through hell or high water. You’re incredibly smart when it comes to science and math, even if you have bad grades. And above all, you care so much about bathe people around you. You sacrifice everything, your grades, your relationships, your time, to help people who you think need it. And that applies to phantom and Fenton.”

He was crying again. But this time, there was a small, shaky sort of smile there, one that said something like this was looong overdue.

Slowly, Valerie recalled her suit, and wrapped her arms around Danny in a loose hug. He hugged back burying his face into her shoulder as he shook.

They would be okay. They’d figure it out, eventually.

But for now, they just enjoyed the relief in each other.

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Aaaaand that’s a wrap folks! Part three is finally here! Not gonna lie, I wrote this in the span of about two and a half hours on mobile from 9 to about 11:20 pm, so apologies if there are any inconsistencies.

That being said, I would like to do a poll. I have about 120 followers and I was wondering if I should write something special for y’all once I reach 150. So, would you rather I write:

1) a Danny phantom/Rise of the Guardians crossover,

2) a Danny Phantom TUE! Au fic,

Or

3) part 3 of my Glass ghost au?

Comment your choice below and have a happy weekend or whatever.

[vivithefolle]

Harry used Crucio on someone who had been using it on children all year and forcing students to use it on each other. It’s not this evil or morally gray moment you’re making it out to be. I would’ve finished Carrow with an Avada Kedavra after

And if you think people using it or enjoying it is wrong no matter what, than you have to call out Ron for finding the curse exciting in Goblet. Say what you want about Harry using it on an evil man, but Ron thinking the existence of such a curse is entertaining is what actual real sadism is, not just “meaning it” when you want to cast it

It’s not this evil or morally gray moment you’re making it out to be. 

Um, yes, it is you clown.

“I see what Bellatrix meant,” said Harry, the blood thundering through his brain, “you need to really mean it.”  

HE LITERALLY FUCKING TOOK BELLATRIX’S ADVICE. HOW MUCH MORE EVIL CAN THAT GET???

YES, Amycus is fucking scum and should face justice. NO, it’s NOT Harry’s job to deliver said justice. You’d have finished Carrow with Avada Kedavra? Do you know Avada Kedavra is more humane than a Crucio? It’s just, bright light, poof, fall dead. You don’t feel pain or anything. That’s why Bellatrix is on some level worse than Voldemort, because she delights in legit torturing people while Voldemort’s preferred thing is to just. Euthanize them.

It’s THAT discrepency I find bad. Harry never uses Avada Kedavra when on some level Avada is a kinder spell than the Cruciatus Curse. But nooo, murder is evuuulz, torture is perfectly acceptable though, especially torture on the right people! Come on, first it’s this one guy that arguably deserves it, then it’s this other guy that probably deserves it too, then it’s that other guy that may or may not deserve it, then that guy who deserves it because he’s been mean to you once...

............. and now.

You guys really love it when I fucking lose my shit, don’t you?

Fucking cunt of a liar.

You shut your fucking gob. You shut your fucking little cunt mouth and introduce a cactus to your rectum, maybe that’ll teach you some manners.

You see I fucking despise little cunts like you who blatantly fucking lie in order to pretend they’re better than the pathetic, snivelling little clumps of useless cells they really are.

"The Cruciatus Curse," said Moody. "Needs to be a bit bigger for you to get the idea," he said, pointing his wand at the spider. "Engorgio!" The spider swelled. It was now larger than a tarantula. Abandoning all pretense, Ron pushed his chair backward, as far away from Moody's desk as possible. Moody raised his wand again, pointed it at the spider, and muttered, "Crucio!" At once, the spider's legs bent in upon its body; it rolled over and began to twitchhorribly, rocking from side to side. No sound came from it, but Harry was sure that if it could have given voice, it would have been screaming. Moody did not remove his wand, and the spider started to shudder and jerk more violently - "Stop it!" Hermione said shrilly. Harry looked around at her. She was looking, not at the spider, but at Neville, and Harry, following her gaze, saw that Neville's hands were clenched upon the desk in front of him, his knuckles white, his eyes wide and horrified. Moody raised his wand. The spider's legs relaxed, but it continued to twitch. "Reducio," Moody muttered, and the spider shrank back to its proper size. He put it back into the jar. "Pain," said Moody softly. "You don't need thumbscrews or knives to torture someone if you can perform the Cruciatus Curse. . . That one was very popular once too. "Right. . . anyone know any others?" - Goblet of Fire

You see here you little fucking cunt, the only mention of Ron here is to remind us of his arachnophobia. Nowhere does he show any particular “enjoyment” or “excitement” you lying little piece of feces.

Then we can push it a little further.

They spent the rest of the lesson taking notes on each of the Unforgivable Curses. No one spoke until the bell rang - but when Moody had dismissed them and they had left the classroom, a torrent of talk burst forth. Most people were discussing the curses in awed voices - "Did you see it twitch?" "- and when he killed it - just like that!" They were talking about the lesson, Harry thought, as though it had been some sort of spectacular show, but he hadn't found it very entertaining - and nor, it seemed, had Hermione. - Goblet of Fire

You see little cunt Anon, those are children. Teenagers. Those are kids who don’t know war yet. Of course they’re fascinated and awed. They haven’t yet realized that those curses could be used on human beings. They’ve only just seen them performed on spiders. They haven’t yet made the connection. They’re detached from it. And that’s perfectly normal little bitch cunt Anon. Hermione and Harry aren’t as detached because they’re ~wow so mature~ and ~muh trauma~ respectively, but every other kid here (save Neville) has the same reaction. So either every fucking child in Hogwarts is a budding sadist except for ~Saint Potter The All-Loving Purest of Pure Heart Hero Mary Sue McCuntface~ and ~Holy Hermione Granger The Mature Wise Flower Of Mary Sue Bitcheroo~ and Neville. And given that it’s Harry McCunt Potter who used a Crucio and Hermione Cuntger who resorts to physical violence when she’s upset, I dunno, I have a feeling that maybe speaking of something that inflicts pain with awe and actually inflicting tremendous pain on someone with your own two hands are actually DIFFERENT things? Yknow, kind of like how Drabo Cuntfoy was bragging about how he was gonna kill Dumbledore but then realized he was too much of a little bitch cunt like you to actually go through with it? Because talking about a thing is very different from actually doing the thing? Hmm?

Now little cunt bitch Anon to finish this and drive the point home, you lying braindead little cunt:

"What was that about?" said Ron, watching Neville and Moody turn the corner. "I don't know," said Hermione, looking pensive. "Some lesson, though, eh?" said Ron to Harry as they set off for the Great Hall. "Fred and George were right, weren't they? He really knows his stuff, Moody, doesn't he? When he did Avada Kedavra, the way that spider just died, just snuffed it right -" But Ron fell suddenly silent at the look on Harry's face and didn't speak again until they reached the Great Hall, when he said he supposed they had better make a start on Professor Trelawney's predictions tonight, since they would take hours. - Goblet of Fire

Wow look. No mention of “excited” anywhere. Ron is just talking about the lesson and how impressive he found the Avada Kedavra, aka the most humane curse of the lot even if Rowling doesn’t seem to realize it because just like Voldemort, Rowling seems to think there’s nothing quite as bad as death, BEFORE REALIZING THAT IT’S UPSETTING HARRY AND SHUTTING HIS MOUTH. Something you could stand to learn to do, cuntface Anon, but of course you’re the little bitch ass who can say “hurrr durr rawn woud be a sadsit durr durr look ma i wipe my ass with muh bare hands and clean them with muh tongue!!!” so it shouldn’t surprise me that you’re more brainless than an amoeba.

Go back to your precious Harry Christ’s ass, Anon. Maybe one day he’ll turn around and reward you with a big gentle Cruciatus full of lurve. There’s a good sycophant.