#❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― to be determined.

[gamereaped]

❛ then maybe it’s best if you don’t come home for now cloud. ’ tifa utters the words in a tired whisper, her voice desperately trying ( and failing ) to not crack with each and every syllable spoken. ❛ i’ll...take care of explaining things to rindo once he’s home from school. ’ like i always do, she thinks to herself before quickly sweeping the thought away as she hung up - no parting goodbye or final ‘i love you’ given as she clutched a hand over her mouth to choke down the incoming sob. she needed to get through this. she would get through this. inhaling deeply, she takes a moment to compose herself before finally stepping into the living room and freezing immediately.

    tifa’s instantly greeted by a pair of eyes, eyes so much like her own, staring back at her in confusion and, most of all, hurt. the mother knew she didn’t need to ask him what he had heard: his expression alone told her everything. ❛ rindo, your father and i... ’ tifa begins until she eventually drifts off, struggling to fight against the urge to just finally let go and have a breakdown in front of her own child. but she didn't. she couldn't. ( aren’t i the one who is supposed to keep everything together? if i don't, who will? ). ❛ i’m sorry, sweetie. i-i didn't want you to find out like this. ’

❝ ↪ @kitaishi submitted an ask !!

All he had planned to do was grab a snack or two before his plan to venture out for a walk in an attempt to catch the latest drop his game offered. Now that he'd made it home from school, that opened up the door for him to carry out his plans he'd made with Fret after his studies had been complete for the day. The drop being the primary reason he'd agree to meet with him in the first place.

It was meant to be quick, harmless; something not even worth being noticed. His mother usually had something optimistic to say while his father? Well....his father would have to of been home to make more of an impact on him, if he's honest with himself. Making his way inside and setting his items down, he ventures to where he makes out the familiar voice and stops dead in his tracks.

. . .mom's upset again, dad's to blame it feels like.

Rindo's already tugging his mask up in a failed attempt to hide the expression his mother had more than likely read from his red eyes alone. He didn't understand, he never understood outside of whatever story or tale she'd come up with to throw him off the tracks. But he's always been quite the observant child. He's known more than he lets on. Even without knowing what exactly -- just that there's something.

What happened between his mom and dad? What happened to their family? It used to be....different? His memory betrays him and only leads the pain in his chest to swell more. " How long have things been bad? "

He shakes his head and already looks away, the distance already starting to form. All Rindo wants to do now is hide away and not deal with anything.

[yangnoir]

"Adrien. Please come to my office." Gabriel's voice was as cold as it usually was-- if only to belie what he was planning. Balloons had been set about in his office-- cluttering an otherwise sterile space.

But he was making an effort. Trying to be vulnerable with his only remaining family. With his son. Upon entering, balloons would fall from a net he'd had set up as well. There was confetti that would be blown across the room-- and a banner stood in front of the artwork of Emilie. It read - HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADRIEN. He stood behind his desk, waiting for his son to undoubtedly enter, thinking that he might be chastised. What a fantastic switcharoo this was. Nathalie stood across from the door, holding a specialty cake from that bakery Adrien liked in one hand. The other formed a thumbs up toward Gabriel.

Yes. This brilliant scheme would absolutely work!

❝ ↪ @nerdynanny submitted an ask !!

He'd already been bracing himself. Another birthday where his father would place work or meetings or anything else above him. It's come with practice at this point. This year, he'd already been coaching himself to not get his hopes up to the slightest amount of light. He often recalls how it ends when he does after all.

So the moment he's standing beyond the grand office doors, heart already aching towards what his mind had decided was about to take place - unknowing to what truly waits for him on the other side. He finally opens a door and starts to creep his way inside with a " Yes, Father... " following suit.

What he didn't expect were the many balloons which fall around him. The birthday decorations surrounding the place usually held to a very specific set of standards Adrien would come to be used to associating with his father.

But this? This was certainly different.

The photo of his mother along with the rest of the decorations transitions an expression of confusion and upset to a soft smile, light red dusting against his cheeks and all he can do is feel the way his smile spreads - hope swells against his chest.

And there had also been cake from the bakery! His eyes look around to make sure he doesn't miss a single touch which has been placed throughout the office before he finally returns his attention to his dad - appearing as excitable as when he had been a younger child once again, having his family around meant the world to him.

" Thank you, Father! I didn't see this coming! I - thank you. "

He finds himself making a mad dash to where the man stands behind his desk, stoic as ever but for the time being - he'd pay it no mind and instead wraps his arms around him, moving in as close as possible and taking the moment to simply hug him. This is all he's ever truly wanted, after all.

[kwamigarde]

@yinbug submitted: ❛  why us? why can't somebody else do it?  ❜ DUPAIN-CHENG TWINS

" That's not how it works and you know it, Bridgette. " She's uncertain if her words truly carry any form of weight when she witnesses the way her sibling stares her down before her saddened gaze shifts away.

" We knew and understood that this wouldn't be easy, " there were ways. But those came with great risk and they were trusted. Paris needed them.

She needed her twin.

" You aren't alone in this just remember, we're in this together. "

There's another pause in thought, her fingers toy with the ladybug earrings while deep in thought before she continues, this time more lighthearted compared to the seriousness moments prior. " Besides, there's a certain house cat who wouldn't do well in shelters, we can't abandon him so easily. "

[eredeha]

TAG DROP: VERSES. ( xiv edition. )

canon based verses, includes patch for their expansion: ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― prologue: island runaway ‚ birth of a legend. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― a realm reborn: dawn the mask ‚ song of a legend. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― heavensward: crack the mask ‚ life of a legend. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― stormblood: adjust the mask ‚ curse of a legend. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― shadowbringers: remove the mask ‚ death of a legend. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― endwalker: newfound life ‚ legend rebirth.

❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― to be determined.

amaurotine / ascian / cardinal virtue aus: ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― sundering: discord rings ‚ answer the call. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― rejoining: don’t ever tame your demons ‚ keep them leashed. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― cardinal virtue: harmony takes flight ‚ sweet devotion.

villain kaia au: ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― eris rises: bite the golden apple ‚ sink into temptation.

[candy69gurl]

𝐇𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄- HOW YOU MET THEM

WARNING: mentions of violence (Toji and Sukuna), flulff SYNOPSIS: Introductory post of my HYBRID JJK VERSE NOTE: Upcoming- Mating season (smut)

ᯓ★ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎- BAT HYBRID

THUD

You jolt up from bed, heart racing, as the sound pierces the silence of the night. Throwing off the covers, you leap out of bed, curiosity mingled with concern driving you to investigate. Creeping to the window, you cautiously peek outside, squinting into the darkness.

There, sprawled on the ground below, lies a figure, human in form but distinctly different. Your breath catches in your throat as you discern the shape of black wings and pointed ears against the dim moonlight. With a rush of adrenaline, you dash downstairs, your mind racing with questions and apprehension.

Approaching the fallen being, you notice the unmistakable mark of fear etched on his face, accentuated by the ominous black mark on his nose. "Hey?" you call out tentatively, your voice barely above a whisper.

Startled, the creature turns to face you, his eyes wide with a mixture of fright and pain. His deep, resonant voice trembles as he speaks, "Please… help me. My wings… I think they're broken."

Your initial shock gives way to empathy as you realize the gravity of his plight. "Are you… a vampire?" you inquire, your voice wavering with uncertainty.

He shakes his head slowly, strands of black hair falling across his pale, gaunt face. "No," he replies, his voice heavy with sorrow. "I am half-human, half-bat."

With a surge of determination, you extend a helping hand, offering to assist him to his feet. As he rises, you catch a clearer glimpse of his features - his ebony hair tied back in two distinctive edges, his pallid complexion, and the weary, haunted look in his baggy eyes.

Without hesitation, you guide him back inside your home, the weight of his brokenness heavy on your shoulders. As you lead him inside, you vow to help this mysterious being, to mend his shattered wings and perhaps, in doing so, to heal the wounds of his troubled soul.

You carefully bandage his broken wings, but upon closer inspection, you realize the damage is more severe than initially thought. With a heavy heart, you express your concern, "They don't look too good… I suppose you can't fly for a while."

He meets your gaze with pleading eyes, a silent plea for compassion. "Can I stay with you until then?" he asks, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

You pause, contemplating the implications of inviting this enigmatic being into your life. After a moment of reflection, you reply, "Fine… you can stay. It will take time for you to adjust with me."

A mixture of relief and gratitude wash over him as he pulls you into a heartfelt embrace, craving the warmth of connection. You can't help but smile at his earnestness, understanding the yearning for companionship hidden beneath his otherworldly exterior.

ᯓ★ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 & 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔- CAT HYBRIDS

You wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of chattering coming from your kitchen. Groggy and confused, you sit up in bed.

Something is definitely wrong.

You wobble on unsteady legs as you make your way to the kitchen to find out what’s causing the noise.

The kitchen light is off, but you can hear some rustling sounds. You flip on the light switch, and the noise stops. As your eyes adjust to the brightness, you see them—two large cat-human hybrids, one white and one black, wrestling on the floor.

Their eyes immediately meet yours. Milk is spilled all over the floor, adding to the chaos.

Their gazes lock onto yours as spilled milk creates chaos on the floor.

You're stunned, unable to move. The black one gestures at the white one and accuses, "It's all his fault," his voice smooth as velvet. He leans towards the white one, nudging him gently with his muzzle, provoking a growl from the white hybrid. In the dimly lit room, his eyes shine brightly, though slightly smaller than the white one, he carries a similar aura of power. His tail wags eagerly, tapping the floor with excitement.

The white one pushes his muzzle away with a paw, his white-pinkish ears constantly twitching; the action is gentle, the two clearly having a good relationship despite the light teasing, "No, this is Suguru's fault."

Confused and overwhelmed, you blurt out, "Get out of my house!"

They both give you pleading looks. The black one speaks again, "W-We just wanted some milk... We were hungry, and... your windows were unlocked... Please, can we stay here for a few days? We have nowhere else to go."

Exasperated, you sigh. "Fine, but only one of you can stay. I can't take care of both."

They cling to each other, pleading desperately. "Please, we can't be apart."

Rubbing your forehead, you relent. "Okay, but no causing trouble. Both of you can stay."

Instantly, they pounce on you, showering you with joyful licks as they express their gratitude.

ᯓ★ 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀- TIGER HYBRID

"Come out of that cave for god's sake," you call out, waiting for the creature to emerge so you can snap a good picture. You've always enjoyed photographing animals, so when you heard about the new tiger-human hybrid at the zoo, you were eager to capture it on film. Choosing the evening when the area is deserted, you head to the enclosure, hoping for uninterrupted photography.

"Oh... Oh, I see it," you mutter, attempting to zoom in with your camera. A glimpse of pink hair catches your eye, but it's not clear. Then disaster strikes. Your camera slips from your grasp, and in your attempt to catch it, you lose your balance and tumble into the cage.

As you hit the ground, the tigers in the cage swarm around you. Panic sets in as you realize there's no one nearby to help. You curse your own recklessness as the tigers prepare to attack. But then, the pink-haired hybrid steps forward, his voice deep and commanding.

"Brave of you to jump into the tiger's cage," he remarks. The other tigers seem to cower in his presence. He kneels down to your level, his tongue darting out, saliva glistening.

"Finally, a good meal," he says, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

Desperately, you plead for mercy. "P-please, let me go. I'll do anything."

He chuckles darkly which sounds more like a roar. "Anything, you say? Hmm... Then get me out of this cage," he demands. Fear grips you as you realize the gravity of the situation.

"H-how... I don't..." you stammer, but he interrupts, seizing your throat with a deadly grip.

"Then be my meal," he growls.

Frantically, you agree to help. "F-fine... I'll help," you manage to choke out, hoping it's enough to spare your life.

With the hybrid's grip loosening slightly, you scramble to gather your wits. Your mind races as you try to devise a plan to fulfill his demand.

How can I possibly get him out of this cage? you think, panic rising like bile in your throat.

Suddenly, a thought strikes you. The gate! If I can somehow open the gate... With newfound determination, you manage to croak out, "I need... the keys... to open the gate."

The hybrid regards you with a mixture of amusement and suspicion. "Keys, huh? You expect me to believe that?" he snarls.

You nod frantically, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes, yes! The keys! They're... they're with the zookeeper. I am thinking of a way. Just let go off me!"

The hybrid eyes you warily, then releases his grip on your throat. "Fine," he grumbles. "But make one wrong move, and I'll finish what I started."

As you struggle to come up with a plan to escape the dangerous situation you've found yourself in, you spot movement outside the enclosure. With a surge of hope, you see a zoo staff member approaching. Frantically, you wave and call out for help.

The staff member's eyes widen in shock as they spot you inside the cage. "What on earth are you doing in there?" they exclaim, hurrying over to the gate.

You quickly concoct a story, trying to keep your voice steady despite the fear coursing through you. "Someone locked me in here! I'm the vet, and I was checking on the hybrid when the gate closed behind me. Please, hurry and bring the keys!"

The staff member looks hesitant, clearly taken aback by the situation, but they nod and rush off to retrieve the keys.

Meanwhile, the hybrid eyes you with suspicion, his predatory instincts on high alert.

"Just make him faint when he brings the key. Don't hurt him, okay?" you plead, hoping to appeal to his sense of self-preservation.

"Why should I listen to you?" he roars, his patience wearing thin.

"Because I'm helping you escape," you reason, desperation creeping into your voice.

Grumbling, the hybrid reluctantly agrees, his gaze never leaving the approaching staff member.

When the staff member returns with the keys, the hybrid pounces without hesitation, pinning the unsuspecting individual to the ground. A deafening roar echoes through the enclosure, and the staff member faints from sheer terror.

Quickly, you snatch the keys from the fallen staff member's hand and unlock the gate. The hybrid bounds out of the cage, his powerful form moving with grace and speed.

As you both make your escape, the other tigers seem almost relieved to see you go, as if they're eager for the chaos to end.

Once you're safely outside the enclosure, you lock the gate behind you and return the keys to the unconscious staff member's hand. Then, under the cover of darkness, you and the hybrid make your way out of the zoo.

But just when you think you're in the clear, the hybrid pounces on you once again, a hungry gleam in his eyes. "Time for my dinner, don't you think?" he growls.

"W-wait! You told me you wouldn't hurt me! I helped you escape!" you cry out, tears welling in your eyes.

He licks your cheek with a smirk. "Well, when Sukuna is hungry, he eats anything that's in front of him."

You try to wriggle free from his grasp, but his paw-like hand holds you firmly in place. "Please... I have food at home. Don't eat me! I'm not tasty!" you plead desperately.

"Do you have meat at your home?" he asks, his tone surprisingly calm.

You nod frantically, hoping beyond hope that he'll spare you.

"Fine. I'll follow you to your home. But if you're lying, I'll eat you right there," he warns, his gaze unwavering.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, you lead him to your home, each step heavier than the last. When you arrive, you quickly retrieve some meat from your fridge and offer it to him.

He seems content for the moment, but then he declares, "Very well. This is my new home."

You try to protest, but he cuts you off with a dismissive snort. "As long as you don't tell anybody I'm here, everything will be fine. You know what will happen if you do."

ᯓ★ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎- BLACK PANTHER HYBRID

Sweat drips down your forehead as you run through the dense woods, your heart pounding in your chest. You hear the loud growls and snarls of the tiger getting closer and closer. The adrenaline rushes through your veins as you trip over a fallen log. You hit the ground hard, the wind knocked out of you. You look up to see the tiger bearing down on you, its yellow eyes full of hunger.

As your fear intensifies, you can't help but think how you ended up in this situation. Why did you decide to take the shortcut through the woods instead of sticking to the paved streets? Now you're about to become a meal for a wild beast. Your mind races through all the things you could've done differently, the choices that led you here. If only you had taken a different route, your life might be different now.

Your eyes squeeze shut, preparing yourself to face your fate but soon enough an unexpected event unfolds. A massive, black form leaps onto the tiger, sending it tumbling away. The two animals engage in a furious battle, the sound of snapping teeth and growls deafening.

Your body aches and your feet throb, the injury bleeding profusely. The adrenaline is quickly waning, and you can feel your consciousness beginning to slip away. You try to run, but your body won't cooperate. The throbbing in your head intensifies, and the world starts to fade to black.

As your eyelids fall shut, you're left with the knowledge that your life hangs in the balance, an unwitting pawn in this primal struggle. The two animals continue their violent dance, oblivious to the fact that the prize they both seek is barely clinging to life mere feet away. Your breaths come in shallow, ragged gasps as blackness engulfs you, consuming your senses, and you slip into the abyss of unconsciousness.

You stir and slowly awaken in a pitch-black space. Your injured foot tingling, and you realize that a warm, rough tongue is lapping at your wound. With your heart pounding and your eyes adapting to the low light, you leap up in surprise to see a big, hybrid figure standing in front of you. Part panther, part man, his muscular form is a testament to its feline heritage. His deep green eyes pierce into you, holding an air of mystery. A scar etches a jagged line along the right side of his mouth, giving his face a dangerous edge.

Despite his menacing demeanour, there is tenderness in the way he looks at you. With a deep, velvety voice, he replies, "I don't eat humans, so don't be afraid."

Your voice trembles as you ask, "W-why did you save me?"

He responds with a casual air, "Ah, that tiger was a menace, always trying to feed on humans. Thought I'd teach him a good lesson." A flick of his panther-like tongue gently traces your cheek, as if silently asking for your trust.

Overwhelmed by the turn of events, you manage to stammer, "Can I go home now?" His face softens, and it's clear that he's reluctant to let you go. He's developed a connection with you, but yea he has to let you go so he eventually nods with a heavy heart.

"Fine, you don't look too good to go by your own. Your foot is injured, and other animals can hurt you." He looks at you with concern, his green eyes fixed on your bleedings. "I will help you return home."

With an unspoken bond formed between the two of you, he gently lifts you onto his back, using his strong, muscular arms to support you. The warmth of his body offers comfort, and you can't help but feel safe and protected, even as you're carried through the still-dangerous woods. He moves with the agility of a panther, his steps sure and confident.

His panther-like ears twitch with each new sound, alert to any potential dangers. He dashes through the woods at a breakneck speed, your directions guiding him towards the safety of your home. Your heart races in your chest as you cling tightly to his neck, grateful for his strength and protection.

The journey seems to go by in a blur, the whirlwind of events leaving you shaken. But, with every passing second, the comforting thought of returning to familiar surroundings grows stronger. The sight of your home, drawing nearer, brings a sense of relief, and you can't help but let out a breath you'

His panther-like ears twitch with each new sound, alert to any potential dangers. He dashes through the woods at a breakneck speed, your directions guiding him towards the safety of your home. Your heart races in your chest as you cling tightly to his neck, grateful for his strength and protection.

The journey seems to go by in a blur, the whirlwind of events leaving you shaken. But, with every passing second, the comforting thought of returning to familiar surroundings grows stronger. The sight of your home, drawing nearer, brings a sense of relief, and you can't help but let out a breath you' have been holding. You slide off his back onto the pavement, the familiar crunch of gravel underfoot a stark contrast to the softness of the woods. You turn to face your savior, words of gratitude tumbling from your lips.

The first light of dawn creeps over the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow over the landscape. Your savior begins to turn away, the time for him to leave drawing near. Panic wells up inside you, and without thinking, you reach out and cling to him. The thought of him departing too much to bear. Your voice quivers as you plead, "Please, don't leave. Can you stay with me for a few days?"

He regards you with a mixture of surprise and concern, his green eyes holding a wealth of emotions. "I can't," he responds but your pleading eyes seem to have an effect on him, and after a moment of hesitation, he relents slightly, "All right, just for a day. After that, I'll have to return to my place."

His agreement brings a wave of relief, and you cling to him for a moment longer before stepping back, offering him a grateful smile. "Thank you," you breathe, leading the way inside your home..

Little did he know, the decision he made to spend a day at your house would change everything. As the hours pass and the day turns into night, the sense of comfort and safety he provides begins to weave its way into your heart. You find yourself growing increasingly reluctant to let him go, his presence now a much-needed source of calm amidst the chaos of your life.

ᯓ★ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐔 𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐆- BEAR HYBRID

As you walk down the street, the cold winds bite at your skin, creating an eerie atmosphere. Suddenly, you notice several men trailing behind you. Panic sets in, and you break into a sprint, ducking into an empty alleyway. But as you reach the end of the alley, you realize there's no way out. They've surrounded you.

Alone and terrified, you feel like your luck has run out. But then, a noise startles everyone. Heavy footsteps echo in the alley, and all heads turn. A massive creature lumbers toward you, sending the men into a frenzy. "A bear!" they cry, scrambling to escape over the alley walls. Left behind, you remember a tale about playing dead to evade a bear's wrath. With trembling body, you collapse to the ground, feigning unconsciousness.

As the creature draws closer, it speaks in a human voice, catching you off guard. "Either you're playing dumb or you think I am," it remarks, its features coming into focus. It's a peculiar sight – a man with an average build, sporting short black hair styled longer on top, dark eyes, and a thin mustache. But atop his head are unmistakable brown bear-like ears, and his stature is massive, resembling that of a human-bear hybrid.

Confusion swirls in your mind. Could such a creature exist? Before you can ponder further, he chuckles and remarks, "You owe me a jar of honey."

Bewildered, you sit up, daring to ask, "What are you?"

His response is gentle, "A bear hybrid, I suppose."

You speak again, "I.. don't have any honey with me."

"Too bad," he replies with a smirk, "You seem like honey to me." Fear still grips you, but he reassures, "Don't worry, I won't eat you... yet." His mischievous grin sends shivers down your spine. Uncertain of what to make of this bizarre encounter, you cautiously accept his offer to escort you home.

Despite your initial trepidation, you find yourself trusting him, if only because he saved you from a perilous situation. And so, with this creature by your side, you embark on the journey home, your mind buzzing with questions and disbelief.

As you reach your home, his presence is somehow comforting. "My honey... dear?..." he murmurs softly, and you fidget with your fingers, trying to find an answer. "I don't have it. I will have to buy and then..."

Before you can complete your sentence, he leans in, cupping your cheeks, his lips find yours. Your eyes widen in shock at his sudden, electrifying kiss. It sends a shiver down your spine, grounded by his arrogant proclamation.

"Mhm, you are sweeter than honey," he whispers, sending a shiver down your spine. He leans closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Bet I'm gonna stay with you until my one jar is complete."

You stutter, taken aback by the unanticipated intimacy. "U-until what's complete?" You question, still trying to fully process the bizarre encounter.

The bear-man, now seemingly confident in his claim, swaggers into your home as if he owns the place. You follow hesitantly, lingering at the door.

"Until I get one jar of honey," he clarifies, sitting down on the couch, "But I bet it won't take long. Just the sight of you alone is sweet enough." His voice drips with innuendo, and you blush furiously, unsure how to respond.

"Y-you can't just barge into someone's home," you stammer.

"My apologies, but the circumstances call for it," he responds nonchalantly.

You are stunned by his boldness, yet you cannot overlook the fact that he saved you from those men. Maybe it's the thrill of this wild encounter, but you can't deny that he's charming. "I-I.. I don't know," you reply, unsure of whether you're ready to have your world turned upside down by this enigmatic creature.

ᯓ★ 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈, 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈, 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 & 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄- BUNNY HYBRIDS

"This white one, this black one, this brown one, and this grey one... YEYYYY!" you exclaimed in pure delight as you gazed upon the adorable human-bunny hybrids in front of you. Their fluffy ears twitched, their small tails twitched, and their eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"I WANT ALL OF THEM!" you declared, unable to contain your excitement. But your parents, standing nearby, didn't seem as enthusiastic about the idea of bringing home four new additions to the family.

"Y/N, choose only two," they urged, trying to reason with you.

But you weren't having it. You wanted all of those charming creatures, each with their unique color and personality. "No, I WANT ALL OF THEM!" you insisted, jumping up and down and throwing a small tantrum.

"All four will be trouble," one of your parents sighed, exchanging a knowing look with the other. "I don't think your kid is going to listen," the latter chuckled.

ᯓ★ 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈, 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 & 𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐄 - DOG HYBRIDS

Before you were born, three special beings were already part of your family: Hiromi, Nanami, and Kusakabe. They're dogs mixed with humans, each with their own unique qualities. Hiromi is the oldest and wisest, Nanami is gentle but strong, and Kusakabe is full of energy and happiness.

In one word- they're family. They were already part of the family long before you arrived. When you were born, they were already there, part of the household. When they first saw you, they felt a strong connection with you, even though you're a bit different from them.

ᯓ★ 𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎- SNAKE HYBRID (NAG)

"Big News! The nag broke free from the lab! If you spot it, call this number: 69696969696969."

You switch off the TV, muttering, "Why can't they keep a better eye on animals? They don't deserve this. But I wanna see what it looks like" You head to the kitchen for some food. Suddenly, you hear a hissing noise. "I need to clear my mind. I'm even hearing snake sounds," you smile to yourself, and then you freeze. "Wait... hissing sound?" You turn around to see a huge snake with a human-like upper body and a snake-like lower half—typically mythological character like.

You find yourself in the midst of a gripping situation. The room feels charged with tension as you stand face to face with the escaped nag. Its presence is both captivating and terrifying.

The nag towers over you, its imposing figure a stark contrast against the mundane surroundings of your home. Its upper body bears a resemblance to that of a human, but its lower half is unmistakably serpentine, coiled and ready to strike.

Its face, marked with intricate patchwork patterns, holds an otherworldly allure. Its eyes, one a deep, mysterious blue and the other a haunting shade of gray, seem to pierce through your very soul.

Long strands of grayish-blue hair cascade down its back, swaying with each subtle movement. They are neatly sectioned into three thick strands, each tied off at the end, adding to the creature's enigmatic appearance.

As it grins, you can't help but notice its fangs—two of them, each as large as a snake's, gleaming ominously in the dim light of the room.

But perhaps the most chilling sight is its tail, which coils around your body with a vice-like grip, constricting your every movement and leaving you gasping for air.

In this moment, fear and disbelief course through you as you realize the gravity of the situation. You are face to face with a creature straight out of myth and legend, and it has you firmly in its grasp.

You try to scream, but the nag's grip around your waist is too tight, choking off the sound. You can feel your breathing becoming labored, your chest constricted, the nag's tail seemingly tightening with each panicked attempt to draw in air.

Your heart races as you wait for the jagged teeth to sink into your flesh, but instead of biting, the nag's forked tongue darts out licking your teary cheek. The contrast between anticipating excruciating pain and gentle caress makes your blood run cold.

Your whimpers fade as you gaze into the creature's heterochromia eyes. "Hooman~" Its voice is like the rustling of autumn leaves, soft yet unsettling. "Not gonna hurt you if you don't hurt me."

A look of confusion crosses your face as he releases you, still gripped by confusion as to why a creature capable of such destruction is harming you not. "You escaped from the lab, right?" you ask tentatively.

The nag lets out a small pout, "They treated me very bad..." Tears begin to stream down its patchwork face, and you're left wondering if the display is genuine or nothing more than an act. "I want to be taken care of... Do I not deserve it?"

You find yourself grappling with your own emotions, the nag's pleading expression tugging at your heartstrings. You're still scared of it but somehow, you can't seem to resist its charms. Biting your lip in indecision, you finally reply, "I will tell them to take care of you in a good way. You should return there."

He shakes his head vehemently as his tail coils even tighter around you this time, almost comforting. "No... Not gonna go there AGAIN!" he protests, his voice laced with desperation. "Please... You look like a good hooman... Please take care of mee~" It presses its face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. The nag's cold touch adds to the unsettling atmosphere.

"Are you sure... you can stay with me?" you ask, mindful of the consequences but feeling a strange kinship forming. The nag's face lights up, and you can see how desperately it wants this. "Yes... yes, please."

Given the situation, you sigh and agree to the nag's request. You realize that it's not going to leave you alone anyway. Plus, it's not like having a nag as a house pet is an everyday occurrence.

ᯓ★ 𝐀𝐎𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎- GORILLA HYBRID

As the sun shone down on the lush greenery of the picnic area, innocent you sat with your family, enjoying a delightful family picnic. Amidst the laughter and chatter, you decided to indulge in one of your favorite snacks - bananas. Grabbing one from the fruit basket, you eagerly peeled it open and devoured it in no time, savoring its sweet flavor.

Bananas Bananas Bananas, I LOVE BANANAS

But one banana was not enough to satisfy your craving, and you reached for another. As you peeled it open, a sudden poke on your shoulder startled you. Whipping around, you found nobody there. Shrugging off the odd sensation, you turned back to your banana, only to find it mysteriously missing, leaving only the peel in your hand.

Confused and slightly unnerved, you grabbed another banana from the basket, determined to enjoy it without any interruptions. Yet, once again, a poke on your shoulder disrupted your moment, and when you looked back, the banana was gone, just like before.

Frustration mounting, you stood up and scanned the surroundings, searching for the prankster responsible for the disappearing bananas. Your eyes fell upon a figure giggling mischievously nearby.

"You did it!" you accused, rushing towards the person, but it darted away with surprising agility, effortlessly climbing up a nearby tree.

In your attempt to follow, you ended up stumbling and falling, landing with a painful thud. As you winced in pain, the laughter ceased, replaced by a sense of guilt. The figure descended from the tree and approached you cautiously.

"Sorry," he muttered, extending a hand to help you up. Looking up, you found yourself face-to-face with an unusual sight - a hybrid creature with a big body and chest like a gorilla but the face and features of a human. Despite his intimidating physique, he seemed of your age.

"You could have asked me," you scolded, rubbing your sore limbs.

He hung his head in apology once more, explaining that he couldn't resist the opportunity to play a harmless prank.

As you talked, you realized that despite his unusual appearance, you felt a strange connection with him. He was just like you, craving friendship and acceptance.

When it was time to leave, you hesitated, not wanting to part ways with your newfound friend. Gathering your courage, you introduced him to your parents, who were taken aback by the sight of the hybrid creature.

"That's not a human," they exclaimed, exchanging worried glances.

But as you pleaded with them to let your new friend come home with you, they relented, touched by your earnestness and compassion.

[24kmar]

𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ( A. Donaldson, T. Ducan)

𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Art Donaldson x Fem!reader, Tashi duncan x reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Angst, Standoffish Reader, female manipulator! reader (wolf in sheeps clothing), language, age gap! (Early 30's art, early 20's reader).

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Art notices how much the pressure tashi is putting on you is changing you.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: sorry this is short 😭

Art was the first to notice it.

There was no doubt y/n was different, soso different. Everyone noticed it, especially art. It was uncanny really, how much she was like tashi. They always knew y/n was like her, but she was still so different from her.

She was warm, compassionate, sweet. Thats why art fell inlove with her, she was different from tashi. He knew she loved him, and not in the way he knew tashi loved him. Until now, now he was reliving tashi all over again.

It worried him, how she ate less, slept less, every waking moment spent on tennis. He knew y/n was a perfectionist, but he didnt think it was this bad. He saw tashi in her. So much of tashi. He saw it in her eyes, how tired she was. But whenever he tried to express his concern, y/n shut him down immediately. Human endurance was on hell of a drug.

Now it got to the point where how she felt about him was determined by how he did tennis wise. Something she was always so understanding about. With y/n it used to be 'win or lose, ill always love you', now it was 'all or nothing'.

Even then, she was still different from tashi. When he lost, tashi would coach him harder, chew his ear off, make him better. With y/n, it was radio silence. She'd just ignore him, stay quiet, thinking. Somehow, that was so much worse. He rather her yell at him, tell him he sucks, than to just keep him in the dark, wanting to know what she was thinking.

Tashi was the second to notice it.

The way y/n became so hyper focused when playing tennis, but so distracted when she wasnt. Playing back videos of her tennis games. Analyzing her each and every move. Picking apart every flaw she had while playing.

Y/n was more anxious. Training harder. Now tennis wasnt a hobby. You know that saying "do what you love, you'll never work a day in your life."? It wasnt like that anymore. It wasnt play to have fun. It was play to win.

Tashi loved this attitude. Shit, she wished art still had it. But it was starting to scare her. The way y/n looked colder, the way she always seemed to be out of it, almost always spacing out, unless it was something about tennis.

She didnt mean for it to go this far. It hurt, it hurt to see y/n's spirit so broken. Seeing the woman she loves personality so dampened. But it also worked for her. It pushed y/n closer to her, farther from art and patrick. She liked that. She needed that. She needed y/n to be hers, and solely hers. But she needed to fix this. She knew it was her fault, the pressure getting to y/n.

What really got her was what y/n said to art the day of one of his games. The day he said he loved y/n. Waiting for her to say it back, needing that comfirmation before a game like he always did. To which y/n replied "prove it" walking away and sitting down. He couldnt believe what he was hearing. His sweet, warm y/n didnt even say it back.

Niether could tashi. It was like she was looking in a fucking mirror. Like she was watching herself talk to art. He knew what y/n meant. She wanted him to prove her love for her on that court. And he did. He won.

Tashi didnt have bad intentions. She just wanted to make y/n successful. She wanted to see the girl she loved thrive. She would fix this, no matter what. Tashi would do whatever she needed to get the old y/n back. That was a promise, and tashi always kept her promises.

[hatefueled]

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

Jericho wears the garb of a hunter, he uses their tools, and hunts the beasts as any other hunter would. But he has his own, personal motives for taking up the mantle of hunter. He's on a seemingly pointless pursuit of those who made the world as foul as it is today. He's after knowledge, information on the church, the choir, and the wretched school of mensis. Realizing at some point that he's gone too far to ever hope to go back to who he used to be. Eventually he does join the very same covenant as Eileen, finding some purpose in his grief and frustration- by hunting hunters who have lost their way, and themselves.

he lost his family, and his home to the meddling of the church. to beasts, to hunters, to maddened townsfolk. he lost everything, and everyone. there is no camila, and there are no siblings who managed to flee with their lives. he is 100% alone in this verse, with only very few allies to turn to.

despite becoming a hunter of hunters- jericho is still very much so searching for answers. and potentially a way to put a stop to whatever's happening. a futile endeavor to be sure, but he doesn't know that- and continues his long winding hunt for revenge anyway. losing more of himself the deeper he goes.

i do like the idea that there are only a set number of members within the covenant at a given time. much more than there only being one. i think they've just dwindled a great deal, as the badges don't get passed on in time- due to there being less and less humans left in yharnam.

regardless of covenant. his own goals do come first.

of course, he has his body in this one!! but the sacrifice here is that he allowed himself to get the blood transfusion. just as all the hunters have before him. which is effectively a death sentence ( or worse ) down the road.

due to his pledge, and his own personal agenda- jericho can be found just about anywhere within yharnam. and despite his appearance, and his covenant- he's actually pretty optimistic, and easy to talk with.

he uses a modified armor set, with various different pieces. some from the old hunters set, some from gascoigne. i'll have to sketch it.

uses the evelyn, and it is actually his primary weapon for the sake of writing and continuity. but he also has a beasthunter saif and can use other methods too if he absolutely must. jericho's got a lot of physical flexibility in combat.

as with many of the hunters we see, jericho's at risk of turning- and going mad. his determination keeps him sane, and he does a very good job of keeping his head on his shoulders. but he's always one step too far from losing that control.

i'll have more as i go i'm sure. as well as potential details on dynamics he might have with canon hunters. but for now this is the jist of it- and all the important stuff i need for plotting and working out interactions.

[gamereaped]

The playful curl of fingers bend and curl near his chin in playful manner, a simple sway of his hand as if he's orchestrating his very own silent tune during his simple observation. " And here I was starting to believe we could have a simple chat, " he always did enjoy seeing exactly which buttons could be pressed and how hard he could push them before any form of action would need to take over.

It's almost theatrical. The way he simply sighs out and responds with a simple shrug. " A simple chat, is that so much to ask? " Tragic, really.

The voice– gratingly familiar– pierced through the distorted realm of the dreaming. During times of slumber, Yozora would often take solace in the empty reflection of his world, knowing well that only the Watchmen could disturb him. The fact that the Composer was able to infiltrate his haven so easily did plenty to disconcert the king– albeit, Yozora masked this concern behind gritted teeth. 

❛  I don’t reveal my hand by choice.  ❜  The Verum Rex snarled towards the intruder, palms poised to summon his weapons should the nuisance escalate to a threat. ❛  I don’t have the patience for your games. What do you want?  ❜

[gamereaped]

if there's one thing that's benefited them with being online so often, it's rhyme's extensive network of people across the country. trying to find a ghost has led them into strange areas of the internet, and even stranger are the reaper channels they've connected with in the last three years. rhyme has to mull over the inevitability of being drawn into the UG for her to have found beat's birthday present here, of all places.

well, they do have to admit, the reapers really know their street art.

they had dragged beat all the way out to his favorite skatepark, where she'd normally find him after school hours and they would both begin to head home. they purse their lips at him playfully when he starts to complain that he hadn't brought his skateboard, unable to keep the smile off her face, " just wait a second! i just have to grab something really quick. stay here! "

they rush off to a blind spot in a skatepark, collecting their quest item! they'll make sure to thank the reaper later, no pictures could quite capture his creativity now that they're holding it in person. a quick motion of wiping the skateboard, and rhyme starts to run back to beat, holding it over their head for him to see. finally, a shout, for all the world to hear: " HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEAT! "

❝ ↪ @eseluna submitted an ask !!

It started with his favorite bowl of curry, turned into him responding to messages and phone calls whenever they would pop up. He recalls Rhyme mentioning to leave a set time open for later on, so while devouring leftovers, Beat finds himself attempting to put together the pieces to whatever puzzle he had decided existed.

" Y'gonna spill yet or wha? "

It's their expression alone which tells him all that he needs to know, something about patience and virtues which he completely misinterprets.

" When did viral stuff get patient? Is my birthday, yo! "

The time finally arrives and upon realizing where they are, the lack of skateboard makes him feel practically nude out in the open. " How'm I suppose to do any sick tricks without my board? " It's like they've read his mind, despite his loud outburst from their teasing, he leans back and waits upon Rhyme's departure.

He looks around, takes notice to the select few who are already boarding, envisioning himself out taking on the ramps and pipes, that is until the familiar voice almost makes him jump out of his skin, a shocked bwah! heard following the outburst.

" Totally knew you was there! Wha'cha talkin ab-oh hell yeah! That a new board? This is sick, Tiny Tot where'd ya even get the time for this?! "

[yangnoir]

tag drop: verses.

❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― prequel: used to call this home ‚ but i'm here alone. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― main: i am the cat ‚ just chillin' out. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― corruption: bad omens in my head ‚ sweet child you'll end up dead. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― crossover: travel the universe ‚ unlock memories. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― awakening: this was always meant to be ‚ our destiny. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― kwami swap: let me get to know you ‚ the one behind the mask. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― reverse: somewhere along in the bitterness ‚ would have stayed with you all night. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― to be determined.

[kwamigarde]

tag drop: verses.

❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― prequel: to the young hearts ‚ keep breathing. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― main: we grow by living ‚ we know by learning. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― crossover: travel the universe ‚ unlock memories. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― awakening: this was always meant to be ‚ our destiny.

❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― to be determined.

[gamereign]

𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 : 𝐉𝐎𝐉𝐎’𝐒  𝐁𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄   (    𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒  𝟒 - 𝟔    )

*  𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄  :     this  is    not     an  au ,     but  a  crossover  verse  that    ultimately  aligns  with  yuugi’s  main  verse    (   post -  dsod    )  .     i  know  jjba  follows  specific  years  and  dates  and  yugioh  does  not ,     so  for  continuity’s  sake ,     those  elements  are    DISREGARDED  .

yuugi’s  unnamed  father  died  while  yuugi’s  mother  was  still  pregnant  with  him ,     and  for  all  of  his  life ,     he’d  been  offered    𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒖𝒆  𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔     as  to  what  happened  to  the  man  responsible  for  half  his  dna    ━━━━     the    GENERAL  CONSENSUS     being  that  he’d  tragically  been  killed  in  a    freak  accident     during  an  archaeological  dig  in  egypt .     upon  his  body  being  flown  back  to  japan  to  properly  be  laid  to  rest ,     his  father ,     sugoroku    (   yuugi’s  grandfather    )   developed    innumerable  suspicions     regarding  what  had  actually  happened  to  his  son ,     and  wondered  if  it  had  any  correlation  with  the    𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄  𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃   he’d  brought  back  from  an  excavation  just  a  few  years  ago  that  he’d  been  so  strangely  intent  on  guarding  as  if  it  were  a    powerful  artifact  .   

           years  before  yuugi’s  birth ,     his  father  had  been  part  of  an  archaeological  team  uncovering    𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡  𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑎   in  egypt ,     during  which    seven  mysterious  arrowheads   had  been  unearthed  in  the  desert .      yuugi’s  father  managed  to  keep  one  for  himself ,     while  another  member  of  the  team  stole  the  other  six  and    VANISHED  INTO  THIN  AIR  .     able  to  sense  that  the  arrow  contained  some    incredible  power     and  that  the    𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆  𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒔𝒕     would  eventually  come  looking  for  the  last  one ,     yuugi’s  father  hid  his  arrowhead  inside  of  a  box  sealed  with  a    complex  puzzle   so  that  it  would  not  be  so  easily  found .

            𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ,     those  seeking  the  missing  arrowhead  did  eventually  track  him  down ,     keeping  tabs  on  him  for  months .     it  was  when  he  returned  to  egypt  that  they  struck ,     orchestrating  the    “     FREAK  ACCIDENT     ”     that  killed  him ,     and  raiding  his  home  in  japan  to  attempt  to  find  the  arrowhead .     they  were  unable  to  solve  the  puzzle  or  seize  the  box  and  ultimately  left    empty  handed ,   concluding  that  he  may  not  have  possessed  the    seventh  arrowhead     after  all .     but  the  deed  had    already  been  done  .

           sometime  after  yuugi’s    𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇  𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘  ,     sugoroku  gifts  him  all  of  his  father’s  belongings ,     including  a  mysterious  box  sealed  by  a  unique  and    incredibly  complicated  puzzle .     having  inherited  his  father’s  inclination  toward  riddles  and  puzzles  to  an    even  more  impressive  degree  ,   after  a  few  hours ,     yuugi  manages  to  open  the  box  and  is  bewildered    (   and ,     admittedly ,    𝒂  𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆  𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅    )   to  find  only  a  small  arrowhead  inside .   

           sugoroku  cannot  offer  much  insight  as  to  what  significance  it  has ,     only  able  to  explain  that  yuugi’s  father  had  brought  it  home  from  a  chaotic    excavation  in  egypt     and  has  guarded  it  closely  ever  since .     yearning  to  feel  closer  to  the  man  he’d   never  gotten  the  chance  to  know ,     yuugi  is  determined  to  discover  what  the  nature  of  the    𝐼𝑁𝐶𝑅𝐸𝐷𝐼𝐵𝐿𝐸  𝑃𝑂𝑊𝐸𝑅   he  can  feel  the  arrow  exudes ,     as  well  as  the  truth  of  what  really  happened  to  his  father .     his  intuition  all  but    HOWLS     that  the  arrow  has  something  to  do  with  it .

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 :

𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐆𝐈  𝐂𝐀𝐍  𝐒𝐄𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒  .ᐟ.ᐟ     despite  not  being  a    stand  user     himself ,     stands  are  sourced  from  the  same  spirit  energy  that  the  ancient  egyptians  knew  and  mastered  as    magic ,     and  were  what  made    ancient  duel  monsters     real ,     as  well  as  what  fuels    𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰  𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬  .   yuugi  is  able  to  see  and  interact  with  them  because  of  his  connection  with    ATEM   (   even  though  he  is  gone ,     atem  is  still  part  of  him    )  .

he  does  sometimes  keep  the  arrow  on  him  physically ,     but  stores  it  safely  inside  his  father’s  box .     he  can  sense  how  powerful  it  is  and  doesn’t  want  to  risk  losing  it  or ,     gods  forbid ,    accidentally   misusing  its  power  . 

obviously ,     the    ‘     𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆  𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒔𝒕     ’     was  diavolo ,     but  yuugi  nor  his  grandfather  know  or  recognize  that  name .

yuugi’s  grandpa    never  mentioned     his  inkling  regarding  the  possibility  that  yuugi’s  father  was  murdered ,    especially  not  to  yuugi ,   as  he  didn’t  want  to  traumatize  or  confuse  him  as  he  grew  up .

[squaletta]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐀𝐠𝐞: 21 - 32 years

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐲:

“I would rather die than live as World Government’s slave.”

Squaletta Superbi hails from Loguetown on the Polestar Islands, a historic place known as the execution site of Gol D. Roger. She grew up as the daughter of Sergio Stanislao Superbi, a well-known merchant who secretly engaged in piracy. From an early age, Sergio guided her in the arts of swordsmanship and blacksmithing, instilling in her a passion for these disciplines that became the foundation of her life. His influence on Squaletta was crucial—he taught her not only how to fight but also how to perceive the world as a battlefield full of opportunities and challenges.

When travelling safely to transport goods, he would take her with him, but not on his "secret" journeys. Her father had numerous ties to the underground and many other useful connections across the world.

Squaletta's life changed dramatically when she was 14 years old. Her father was betrayed by his own allies on one of his transport journeys, and she was set to be sold into slavery. In a desperate escape attempt, she was forced to cut off her own left hand to free herself from the chains. This moment defined her—she showed the world that her will to live and fight was unbreakable.

Losing her dominant hand was both a psychological and physical wound for Squaletta. Squaletta refused to let it be an excuse for failure. She had to relearn swordsmanship almost from scratch—this time wielding her sword with her right hand. Despite this, she stubbornly refused any advantages that a prosthetic hand could provide. She had her own vision for the replacement, and she was truly stubborn about it.

Determined, she set out to create her own prosthetic hand. She spent years designing and perfecting the prosthetic hand that would replicate the functions of her original one as faithfully as possible. It took her several years to achieve the perfect design—one that allowed her to maintain her swordsmanship skills without anyone noticing the difference. Without any magical or technological advantage. She hated the thought of anyone pitying her and, even more so, the idea that her hand would command respect because of technology rather than her own strength. She is extremely hard on herself, especially in combat, where she considers swordsmanship a pure art and a matter of honour. She usually wears a glove on her left hand to conceal her prosthetic hand.

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒?

𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎

𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

I finally wrote the One Piece verse for Squaletta. Here it is. Some information is still missing, but I'll be adding it gradually.

[twcbelts]

contact: finn 🍀🖤

sms: you're never a bother, love. not to me.

sms: oh no, that's not good. do you think he's going to do something stupid?

sms: maybe we should have a meeting? i could be there, too, if need be. i know how toxic unresolved issues in a faction can be. next thing you know, years will go by and you still want to tear each other apart.

contact: finn 🖤🍀

sms: i will never be too busy for you. you know that?

sms: oh? well yeah lad, i'm all ears. if i'm honest there's not many outside of you i trust, myself.

[truearchangel]

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 | 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐃

   This is the main default verse I put Michael in. It takes place post season 1 obviously, following Sir Pentious’ arrival in Heaven. The chaos that a sinner getting into Heaven caused was great enough that it shook the clouds and started causing questions to be asked across the Heavenly Realm. “What does this mean”, “can more of them get up here”, “does the Hazbin Hotel work”, “is everything they’ve known a lie”, “what does this mean for the exterminations?”. The questions got bad enough that the Archangels held a meeting. 

   Hell is not a place that any angel wants to be, much less the Pride Ring itself. For the Archangels specifically, it’s even more difficult given the fact they haven’t seen Lucifer since he was thrown from Heaven. Knowing how difficult this was going to be, knowing he had questions of his own and also the fact this was his fault, Michael elected to be the one to go down. Volunteering himself for the role of examining the Hazbin Hotel, meeting Charlie and reluctantly having to see Lucifer. 

   Adding even more work to his plate he went down to Hell with what are actually genuine intentions and in his opinion, also selfish ones. With the intention of understanding the Hazbin Hotel, if it works and what got Sir Pentious into Heaven, Michael also intends on learning about himself too. A question that he doesn’t actually want to ask but had entered his mind since the event at the hotel and a sinner getting into the clouds. A very simple and yet terrifying question for an angel to wonder. 

   "𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?"

   Angels are not meant to doubt the Heavenly Order, the way that God designed things, if what happened in the Garden of Eden was right or not. They’re not meant to wonder if the devil was in the right for giving away the Apple of Knowledge. For allowing evil into the humans heart. They have a saying in Heaven for a reason; if you start to question things you’ll fall as Lucifer did. 

   The question was there though, the seed of doubt had been sown, and knowing that he wouldn’t be able to force himself back onto the correct path, he had to find the answer. Though he’ll search for the answer to that question while down there, his main priority is understanding the Hazbin Hotel and the sinners that reside in it. He will participate in redemption exercises for the sake of setting a good example, and because he does genuinely wish to connect a bit with his niece and brother. There is a thought there, that if he gives this everything he can, that they’ll be more open to actually welcoming him. 

   He’s making an effort, even if it isn’t always noticeable. 

   Michael will not willingly sleep in Hell. He doesn’t trust anyone around him and he wishes to survive this encounter. He typically walks around with clipboards and notebooks to make notes on everything he sees or does. He has a room at the hotel (given to him by Charlie she is very hospitable), but he only uses it to store the things he has acquired and brought down. He’s also afraid of returning to Heaven, both because of the questions and the lack of answers he has for everything. 

   It’s a one man show here trying to break down the entire system Heaven built eons ago, he is very much running himself right into the ground. But he’s determined to keep going. 

He's terrified he's falling from grace.

Important related headcanon.

[heavenprotect]

⸻ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

— 𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟖. a militia of umbrella raids the burnside household, accidentally killing helen burnside and arresting leonard and steve burnside. the two are transported to rockfort island and separated. there, steve endures several tests and minor experiments.

— 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟖. steve meets up with claire redfield and the both of them escape rockfort island in a plane but the autopilot pulls them towards a base in antarctica. there steve is captured after another escape attempt and injected with the t-veronica virus by alexia ashford. mutated and influenced by alexia, steve was forced to try and kill claire, but he was able to stop himself and died while protecting her instead. his body is extracted by the HCF in order to obtain the t-veronica sample from his corpse.

— 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟖 - 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎. his body is kept in cryostorage, which allows the t-veronica virus to adapt to his body, altering it and slowly reviving him in the process.

— 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎. steve is fully revived, waking up in a facility that houses a mixture of the soldiers of HCF and the scientists that worked for umbrella’s rival company. with his memories mostly gone, only knowing his name along with other bits and pieces, steve spent some time going through numerous tests and observations before the higher ups decided to make use of him. he is put through training and mental conditioning, while a handler is assigned to him in the meantime.

in the beginning, steve is initially very rebellious and would make things difficult. however, intense mental and physical conditioning would later make him much more cooperative. though he initially wanted to escape (and has made attempts), steve would later lose that motivation due to the various punishments and numerous reconditionings.

— 𝐌𝐈𝐃 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟏. steve, going by his designation 'seven', starts being sent out on assignments, usually with a team overseeing him. later on they would send him on solo assignments once they've determined that he wouldn't run off. any signs of insubordination are quickly punished and steve would usually go through reconditioning as a result.

to keep him from being identified, steve generally wears a face guard and initially his hair was dyed to hide his natural red hair. later on, they decided to stop and let steve grow out his hair naturally, seeing that it’s been years and the chances of him being recognized were slim.

— 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟑. caucasus outbreak incident. to be written at a later date once i watch a playthrough but generally, steve goes with wesker for this assignment.

— 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒. with krauser assigned to be his current handler, steve goes along with him to spain. there he is to work with saddler and the los illuminados. steve was briefly sent to work with bitores mendez to aid him in the recapture of luis serra though he would be recalled back to krauser after mendez’s death. he would later go back to the HCF, taking krauser's body with him so that the organization can make use of the plaga.

— 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒 - 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗. steve continues to work in the HCF, bits and pieces of his memories come back but not enough for him to fully identify who he was or where he came from. he holds each and single bit of his memory close to him and doesn't divulge this to his superiors and supervisors.

he is known to the anti-umbrella pursuit and investigations team (a subdivision to USSTRATCOM prior to the subdivision’s dissolvement) and the BSAA (along with other anti-bioterrorist organizations) as SEVEN at this point. attempts have been made for his arrest but he consistently avoids capture. they know he has ties to wesker, hence the reason why they want him in custody, not to mention the rumors of him potentially being a bioweapon.

— 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗. steve had been in a hcf-owned lab facility when word of wesker’s death reached him and the rest of the occupants. what remains of the HCF soon crumbles into chaos and steve immediately takes this moment to leave, taking advantage of the chaos to destroy any remaining samples of the t-veronica virus before setting off the facility’s self-destruction sequence.

— 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗 - 𝟐𝟎𝟏?. steve is on the run. he ditches the mask and any traces of him being with the HCF and initially tries to maintain a low profile by living as a simple farm hand. however, steve is well aware of the samples of the t-veronica virus that are still being sold on the black market and that there are other active bioterrorist organizations aside from the HCF and he just couldn’t ignore it all.

despite the HCF’s attempt to erase his personality, a part of him still wanted to help people and so he started work as a mercenary, doing jobs in exchange for information or essentials such as food and or a place to stay.

soon facilities are being raided and viral samples are destroyed, this catches the attention of the BSAA, especially when steve encounters a team that had been sent to deal with the facility, only to find chaos already.