#anyway furry habit

[markiza297]

brainrot continues

I swear to god I won't stop drawing everyanimalHYBRID til one of you comes to my house and forcefully takes all of my drawing supplies from me

This brings me so much joy i loved every second of drawing it i love every second i think about this silly little au

[biocatzard]

NEVER POSTED THIS! anyways somethin somethin aesthetic flowers ooo

[midnightwriter21]

jjk hcs: satoru gojo meeting soulmate!reader

characters: satoru gojo x reader, mentions of megumi, yuji, nobara, and principal yaga

warnings: language, mentions of a giant spider

AN: AS PROMISED!!! the soulmate gojo fic!! i’m a sucker for non-sorcerer!reader x gojo. so if u want a version with a sorcerer reader lmk!!!

edit: sorcerer!reader version is published!! read it HERE

- soulmate au where the first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed in their handwriting somewhere on your body!!!

SATORU GOJO

you’re working at a small, family-run cafe

which just so happens to be quite close to jujitsu high school

it’s quite often that students and staff from the school are stopping at the cafe for a quick snack, coffee, and sometimes lunch

and due to an unfortunate run in with a low grade curse during a rush, you are very aware of the jujutsu world

principal yaga himself exorcised the curse when he was on his lunch break at the cafe

usually you’re working in the kitchen, baking, whilst someone else takes orders

until a coworker of yours calls in sick at the last minute… so ur on ur own rip

taking orders, cooking, serving, all of the above on your own

the 3 first year jujutsu high students, megumi, yuji, and nobara come into the cafe after a mission

they place their orders and megumi tells you that their sensei would be joining them shortly, with yuji letting you know that their sensei would also be picking up the bill

as if it would even put a dent in gojo’s wallet

anyways after taking their orders you walk into the kitchen to begin making their food and drinks

as you get to work, gojo walks into the cafe, joining his students at their table

you’re rushing around the kitchen, flour stuck to the font of your shirt, hair sticking out in different directions

trying to get the food cooked and out to them in a timely manner

and the world is just not on your side today because guess what shows up in your kitchen…

a cursed spirit

but not any cursed spirit

a cursed spirit in the form of a spider

a GIANT spider with what seems like a million eyes, the 8 legs, kinda furry looking

oh and did i mention it was giant? by giant I mean it stood at abt 6ft tall

two words: hell. nah.

when you turn away from the stove and find it standing behind you

you, like any normal person, let out an eardrum shattering screech of terror and back away from it as fast as possible

backing yourself into the corner of the room, with no room to escape…

the 3 first years and their sensei hear your scream and spring into action, running into the kitchen to defend you

that’s a lie

the 3 first years run to defend you

their sensei takes his time, sauntering towards the kitchen with his hands in his pockets

bastard

the kitchen door slams open as the 3 first years spring through the door, with yuji pouncing on the curse

the pink haired boy delivers a heavy punch, knocking the spider curse away from you

you take the chance to run

yeah girl it’s better to give them their space fr, yuji has a habit of punching through walls with his bare hands

you run through the door, looking behind you towards the scene, and you run head first into what feels like a brick wall

before you fall onto your ass, you feel two large hands latch onto your shoulders to steady you

“woah! don’t go falling for me already.. we just met.”

you look up at the voice, finding a man with stark white hair, a blindfold, and a cocky smirk

adrenaline coursing through your body you don’t even process the man’s words and you find yourself babbling almost unintelligibly to the man

“kill it! please kill it! i can’t stand spiders!”

the mans grip on your shoulders tighten slightly before he releases you, pushing you behind him, chuckling quietly with a “anything for you, sweetheart”

and with the flick of his wrist the spider curse literally explodes

staring at the tall man in both shock and awe, you don’t realize until you smell smoke

“THE FOOD IS BURNING SHIT!” and your running back into the kitchen to see if anything is salvageable

it’s not lol but honestly the food is the last thing on anyone’s mind

as you throw the ruined food away, the same hands from earlier sit themselves on your shoulders again, turning you around

“so… if i’m gonna actually get you to fall for me, i’m gonna need your number.” and there’s a phone thrust in your face

and at his words you remember his earlier statement to you, “woah! don’t go falling for me already.. we just met.”

you look up at him in shock, putting a hand on your forearm, over your soulmate mark with those exact words covering your skin

and he just smirks and pulls the sleeve of his uniform up to show you his own forearm

and printed in your own handwriting is your terror filled words from earlier, “kill it! please kill it! i can’t stand spiders!”

as the blush crawls up your neck and into your cheeks he laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulders and saying, “so.. does this mean I get free sweets from now on?”

[alexaloraetheris]

Ohgod I fucked up

Kitten has a bad habit of waking me up by fucking zooming straight into my face like a furry facehugger. Bad but no amount of flailing and screaming made her stop.

Today. Today she missed. She didn't get a good grip

I was laying on my back. Upon being startled I sat up like Rasputin on a pyre and fucking CATAPULTED MY CAT TOWARDS THE WINDOW

SHE MADE A CARTOONISH SPLAT SOUND

WHICH IS GOOD BECAUSE THAT MEANS THE WINDOW WAS AT LEAST CLOSED. IT USUALLY ISN'T.

Anyway kitten is currently avoiding me and I am fighting back a heart attack.

Whether she learns anything from this remains to be seen.

[orphicdreamers-wp]

Happiness— Jack Hughes

Summary: In which Jack and your marriage has run its course.

Content Warning; Angst without a happy ending, divorce, emotional distress, etc

Pairings: Fem Reader x Jack Hughes, Fem Reader x Nico Hischier

Inspired by ‘Happiness’ By Taylor Swift

All the years I’ve given is just shit we’re dividing up

You stared at Jack hopelessly. You and him had been together since you were 15 years old. Now you sat oceans away from each other. The lawyer cleared her throat, “So all we’re doing here today is dividing assets before we get further into the divorce.” There was less than ten feet separating you and your husband of 4 years. However you felt like you were standing on separate continents. Danielle, the lawyer continued, “Neither of you brought dependents into the marriage is that correct?” You cleared your throat, “Yes, neither of us has children.”

Danielle nodded, “So it seems all we really need to cover is the properties. There’s the skyrise apartment in New Jersey, the high rise loft in NYC, the condo in Tampa and the apartment in Toronto.” Jack spoke up, “I only want the apartment in Jersey and Toronto.” Danielle turned to you with an expecting look on her face. You looked at Jack and let out a defeated sigh, “That’s fine. I didn’t come here to fight.” Jack shook his head slightly and faced Danielle who went on to explain the regulations on divorce and ownership of properties.

I hope she’ll be a beautiful fool who takes me spot next to you.

This week had been really rough for you. You and Jack’s fifth anniversary would have been this week, and working so closely with Jack wasn’t helping. You had been cleaning your lens to your camera you’d used for tonight’s game when the players filed off the ice. Jack ending the line of players, and scoffing to himself as you smiled at him kindly. He walked past you and stopped when he he heard a feminine voice call out to him.

Out of habit you looked up to watch the scene unfold. A beautiful woman dressed in a long bright red furry coat and black leather pants with perfectly blown out black curls and bright red lipstick approached him and enveloped him into her embrace. You couldn’t make out the words that were being shared but the encounter ended with the woman kissing Jack warmly. You felt your heart drop into your stomach and you shoved your stuff into your bag and hurried to your office to upload the photos to your computer and hard drive.

No one teaches you what to do, when a good man hurts you and you know you hurt him too.

The holiday season crept up on you this year. You’d been too wrapped up in rebuilding your life and relationship with yourself am your divorce. You had been roped into doing a Secret Santa with the players and the other social media administrators. You were somewhat disappointed in the fact you pulled Jack’s name. The holidays had always been the best time of year for you two. This would be the first year you weren’t together.

Jack was officially cursed, his girlfriend, Tessa had just found out that she was pregnant and then he was roped into doing Secret Santa. And with his luck this year he drew your name. He hadn’t spoken to you in a higher capacity then, “Are we done here?” Or “Where should I stand?” since the divorce was made final. He’d always sneered in your direction whenever he noticed you lingering or trying to be friendly with him. He just wasn’t ready for it to be amicable yet. He figured he’d probably just get you a candle or a gift card or something. If you’d gotten him you’d do the same thing.

You’d known Jack had grown to dislike the holidays since he and his siblings were all split up for Christmas due to their hockey schedules. You also knew that the Devils didn’t play again until the weekend after New Year’s. So you decided to buy two first class tickets to Vancouver for Jack and Luke, admittedly you went over the budget but you had saved the money all year for you and Jack to go for Christmas anyways. So you put those in a cute envelope and wrote a small note and slipped it in the envelope before sealing it and writing Jack’s name in beautiful calligraphy.

You slipped it onto the table of gifts on your way to your office the morning of the exchange. You went to your office and got to work updating Instagram and Twitter accounts. Eventually you ventured out to go get a cup of coffee, you had to walk past the table of gifts so you figured you would check to see if your gift was there and it wasn’t so you assumed it may have been in the possession of your secret Santa still. You went to get your coffee and drank it before rinsing your mug and putting it in the dish drainer after. You returned to your office and got out your camera and went to get some practice shots.

Hours later after practice everyone was ready to do the gift exchange so you all filed into the conference room. The gifts were passed out and you watched quietly as Jack picked up his envelope and Nico commented on the pretty handwriting. Luke glanced over at you, recognizing the handwriting from a birthday card he’d received from you and Jack a few years earlier. Jack opened the envelope and immediately broke out into a huge grin, “Because I know you miss them. Go home(Take Luke too.) It’s two first class tickets to Vancouver.” Luke looked at you as Jack looked around the room, “Who got these?” Everyone stayed quiet and Tyler, a right winger ended the silence by opening his gift which turned out to be a pair of arthritis socks given to him by Ethan.

You went to open yours, hopeful since it was a decent sized box. Your smile flattened as you lifted the top of the box. Inside were a box of tissues, a bottle of 2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner conditioner, eye masks, concealer, some breath mints and some baby wipes. Tyler’s shit eating grin he’d been sporting the entire ordeal dropped as he caught a glimpse of the contents of the gift. He looked up, “You better be fucking around Hughes. You didn’t give her just that right? I mean how big of a douche can you be?” You waved it off, “It’s fine Ty. I don’t mind. There’s always a bad gift right?”

Nico shook his head spoke up, “No way sugar, there’s bad gifts like what I got and there’s unacceptable gifts.” Jack looked down at his feet, feeling internally bad upon seeing tears forming in your eyes as you defended probably the worst gift in the history of Secret Santa. Luke turned to his brother and spoke in a low tone, “You know she got you right? I mean you were her husband for 4 years you have to recognize her handwriting.” Jack froze as he looked at his brother who’d found a picture of a birthday card he’d received that had Jack’s name in the identical handwriting. He looked up to find you had left the room, leaving your gift on the table.

There’ll be happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you

It was the end of the season Devil’s banquet and you still had to shoot photos. You were sitting on the edge of the stage in a silk pale blue shimmery gown with a slit up the side and your hair pulled back and light lipstick adorning your otherwise makeup free face. You had your eye pressed against the viewfinder as you took pictures of the team and their significance others. Your eyes admittedly landing on Jack and his girlfriend more than they should. You were slightly startled when Nico sat down beside you, “So how’s my best girl doing tonight?”

You laughed, “Nico just because I’m your girlfriend doesn’t mean I have to be your best girl.” Nico smiled, “I know, but you’re still my best girl.” You smiled, “I’m alright Honey. You look nice.” Nico pressed a kiss against your cheek, “You look like Cinderella.” You giggled, “Does that make you Prince Charming?” Nico grinned, “Darling, I’d be Shrek if it made you happy.”

All you want from me now is the green light of forgiveness. You haven’t met the new me yet, and I think she’ll give you that.

You were straightening your office up before heading out for the weekend. You were logging out of your desktop when a knock on your door startled you. Jack smiled softly and held his hands up in surrender, “I shouldn’t have snuck up on you. I’m sorry.” You smiled as you scrawled a note for yourself to change your water filter next week, “You’re good Jack, what’s up? I’m on my way out now.” Jack rubbed his hands against his jeans, “I just want to apologize for everything, the divorce and all.”

You smiled, “Don’t worry about it Jack.” Jack shook his head in disagreement, “No way, I was royally shitty to you before, during and after the divorce was finalized. I’m sorry I treated you like that. I just guess I didn’t realize that my best friend was going through a divorce too not just me.” You smiled softly, “It’s okay Jack. It was your first time going through a divorce too. We just weren’t meant to be married anymore. I mean we got married like 5 seconds after we graduated high school. It wasn’t realistically going to work.” Jack laughed softly, “Are you sure we’re all good?”

You grinned as you crossed the room and engulfed him into a warm hug, “I’m going home to my boyfriend and your girlfriend is having a baby Hughie. We’re all good.” Jack smiled, “Thanks Y/n, I’ve missed being friends.” You smiled as you and him exited your office, “Me too. Drive safe Hughes, tell the boys I said hello and give your mom my love.” You walked away from Jack finally finding your inner happiness.

[bottle-of-harpoons]

Sorry for pushing my autistic furry agenda on you guys but I can't control it.

Anyway, crack submas sonic au.

They are jackals (mainly because of the black and white colour scheme). They're freakishly tall and very silly.

There isn't any deep lore to this, they're just a bunch of furrys who are very dedicated to their train.

Ingo has a droopy ear because, as a kid, he used to be very self-cautious of his stern expression. It's his way of making himself look less intimidating. He still does it out of habit.

Emmet doesn't take shit from anyone. He knows people think he's weird but he doesn't care. If you disrespect his train or his brother, he'd probably run you down.

They also have Barry and Infinite working for them due to shenanigans.

Here are the older designs

[snippychicke]

Me? Becoming obsessed with Hazbin Hotel? Nahhhh...

Okay, yes. I am.

So here! Have some wholesome threesome between Husker, Angel, and (gender neutral) Reader! Maybe someday I'll make more out of it, but for now, mostly fluff and a little spice.

You had been desperate to sell your soul. Needing to escape the asshole that was the reason you were in hell in the first place. (Ok, yes you had killed him in a rather… savage manner, along with his goons, but he had started it.)

Overlord Husk had tempted you into a little wager. A little game of cards which totally hadn't been rigged in his favor. But you had been willing to do anything regardless, at least he had given you an (un)fair shot.

Yet despite his Overlord status, Husk wasn't that bad of a man (demon? Cat? Owl?) to be under--in more ways than one. To the rest of hell there wasn't much between you, other than you worked at his casino with at least a dozen other souls that were bound to him. A little dancing, a little waitressing, a little work at the tables as a dealer. You were a jack of all trades, but you were safe. Safer than you had been when you were alive.

Happier too.

Because when the ‘day’ ended, you often found yourself wrapped in furry arms, claws tracing up and down your arms as the Overlord of Gambling murmured sweet nothings in your ear with that deep voice. Then laying a plush bed decked in black and crimson bedding with the Overlord above you, wings spread wide as he takes what you offered freely.

And as time passed, you only grew closer behind closed doors. They say demons didn't feel love, but you weren't sure what else it could be. Lust didn't have you slow dancing in the kitchenette of the Casino's royal suite, or confessing the regrets you harbored from life in lieu of pillow talk and wiping away tears with soft kisses.

And then Alastor entered the stage. You had been working that fateful day as the others felt their bindings change. Sure, Husk had lost a hand or two before, and therefore a few souls, but it was never very many and he generally won them back.

But that day it had been everyone. You had watched as everyone paused and stared at the heavy chains of a new Overlord in both confusion and horror. You held onto the ribbon tied around your wrists, as if you could will it to stay the same as you were the last to still be owned by Husk.

Then the delicate ribbons became thick heavy chains that made you cry out in shock and disbelief. Husk had risked your soul… and lost.

It was even worse when Alastor appeared on the casino floor, Husk beside him looking absolutely defeated. Alastor's grand speech fell on deaf ears, because all you could do was stare at your lover. Part of you was hurt that he would ever gamble you, while part of you reasoned he must have been absolutely desperate, considering the collar and chains that now linked him to the Radio Demon.

You could see his plea for forgiveness in his eyes, and you realized you had to love him to forgive him.

Because you did.

---

Husk wasn't the same afterwards. Depressed and full of self-loathing with an even worse habit of trying to find the nonexistent sunshine at the bottom of the bottle. Nothing you could do or say seemed to help, though you didn't give up.

Alastor hadn't cared if you stuck around or not, yet you did anyway. The Hazbin Hotel was far too big for little Nifty to clean by herself-- especially considering your new coworker preferred to chase down bugs and dust bunnies to kill.

You didn't find things that bad, all things considered. Sure you had loved the glamor and glitz of the casino, but the Hazbin Hotel had its own charm. Maybe it was because you had never been at the top but lived your life (and part of the afterlife) at rock bottom, while Husk had been among the greatest and most powerful before his metaphorical wings had been clipped.

Actually, you actually were happier working at the hotel than the casino, though it was greatly overshadowed by the rift that had formed between you and Husk. Even though you forgave him, he hadn't been able to forgive himself.

And then Angel swanned in. You were so used to bantering with patrons of the casino you didn't think twice about doing the same with the flirtatious twink. You actually found it fun to flirt back and forth over a drink or two, especially when you heard Husk huff in an almost laugh, light returning to those dark gold eyes of his.

You had missed his sly smile so much. If you flirting with some other demon was all it took, you would happily do so.

And slowly you started to see parts of the demon you loved come back.

Especially when Angel would try to convince you to do something more than flirt and you turned him down each time. ‘I prefer my men a bit huskier,’ you'd tease as you pressed your finger to Angel's lips and pushed him away gently. ‘Plus I'm not good at the whole casual sex thing.’

That would always gain a chuckle from Husk, though Angel never quite got what was so funny.

One night Husk cornered you in the hall, to your surprise. It had been such a long time since you had felt his paw-like hands trail along your body, his deep voice reverberating against the skin of your neck as he admitted how much he liked to watch you banter with the sex-worker.

If you had any positive feelings for the guy upstairs, you would have called Angel a god-send. As time passed, you knew your own feelings were getting into the mix no matter how hard you tried not to be enamored by the star. It wasn't the over-the-top showy persona, but those moments you were able to catch the man behind the mask. The soft, witty demon you enjoyed bantering with.

You knew you weren't the only one, judging by the fond looks you saw Husk shoot towards Angel when the pink demon would snort a laugh, his walls temporarily down.

‘We both like him, don't we?’ You posed late one night, only to have Husk try to bury his face in your chest with a groan. You chuckled as you rubbed his ear, a deep purr quickly emitting from his chest and against your loins as he continued to lounge between your legs.

‘Him, and not that fake-ass that he pretends to be,’ Husk finally admitted before peeking up at you. ‘...You don't mind?’

‘Well, I mean we are demons so being hypocritical would be par for the course… but you also know me too.” You were emotional, bonding quickly with anyone showing you a hint of kindness.

A smile grew, showing his sharp teeth. ‘You know, I have imagined you and him going at it a few times, and damn if that wasn't the hottest thing ever.’

Convincing Angel was far more challenging. Less to the idea of polyamory, but the simple idea that both of you liked him. Not Angel Dust, but the real Angel (because he did not like being called Anthony). That took time, arguments, and a few barbed words as Husk was able to get through to him.

You weren't good with arguments, but convinced him with honest kisses and more sincere flirting. Soft touches that reassures him more than anything.

And when finally you all three were piled into bed in a tangle of too-many limbs and the odd wing, the room full of both laughter and other sounds of bliss, you were pretty sure you'd give heaven the middle finger if they tried to take either of them from you.

(And when Heaven really did, they found out why you were in hell in the first place. Righteous fury and desperation to protect those you loved went hand in hand and made you a force to reckon with.)

[rebelfell]

Another Halloween-esque blurb. Eddie has you over for a movie night and the film is not exactly your cup of tea. Light spoilers for the movie Gremlins if (like me) you never saw it and assumed it was entirely different than it actually is.

No smut, just fluff. 🎃 18+ MDNI for my own peace of mind.

You couldn’t help but frown at the VHS from Family Video sitting in the middle of the coffee table that was laden with snacks. The genre on the box was clearly marked as “Horror” but the title was throwing you for a loop.

“Isn’t this a Christmas movie?”

The sound of Eddie microwaving popcorn in the kitchen ceased abruptly. He stared back at you, trying to keep his expression neutral, but unable to stop his eyes from twinkling with mischief.

Maybe you should have guessed something was up from that alone.

“You…haven’t seen it?” he asked slowly.

You shook your head, silently digging around in your brain for some context. The movie had come out a couple years prior, but you’d never bothered going to see it because you thought it looked like it was for kids. You didn’t even really remember hearing much about it when it came out, only thinking the little white and brown creature on the poster was kind of cute.

It wasn’t even familiar as one of Eddie’s favorites. You’d had enough movie nights with him to know what to expect as his typical fare, but this choice seemed oddly mild. Early on, he said he needed carte blanche for the month of October, rattling off all the slasher flicks he wanted to expose you to. Reluctantly, you’d agreed, the trade-off being that you would get the month of December so you could watch all the warm, cozy feel-good movies you loved wrapped up in his arms.

You only knew that whenever you called him a “gremlin” for doing something silly like eating handfuls of dry cereal straight from the box, he would grin and make a high-pitched gurgling sound in the back of his throat that, admittedly, was kind of adorable. And you knew the raccoon who hung out under the trailer (thanks to Eddie’s habit of “accidentally” leaving out food for him) had been affectionately named Gizmo, ostensibly after the creature in the movie.

Eddie grinned as he walked over with the freshly popped bowl of popcorn, the salty smell of the fake butter almost an aphrodisiac at this point. He loved scary movies anyway and he loved them even more when they made you cower, snuggling impossibly tight into his side and hiding your face in his chest so the scent of your hair wafted in his nose as he kissed the top of your head.

“Humor me, sweetheart,” he hummed, slotting into his usual spot on the couch and patting the space next to him with an eager smile.

Again, you should have known.

“Eddie, what the fuck are we watching?!”

You glowered at him from behind your hands you’d held up to shield yourself from seeing what was happening on the screen. The cute little story you’d been watching about some sweet, furry creatures had gone into rapid decline—first with them cocooning into gross, monstrous versions of themselves, and then with the mother straight up annihilating a group of them. You’d argued that she had to be a sleeper agent or something because no way did a regular-ass suburban mom just “come up” with the horrific ways she found to dismember them on the spot.

Beside you, Eddie was euphoric. He was grinning like an idiot and shaking from the effort it took not to laugh his ass off at the abrupt turnaround of your reaction. It already took everything he had in him not to cackle at the way you cooed over how cute Gizmo was and laughed gleefully at the weird popping noises he made when he got wet and started multiplying, shooting off little balls of fluff. But now, as the movie descended into the chaos only he knew  was coming, it was getting harder and harder for him not to double over.

He slipped his arms around you, playfully trying to tug down your hands. “You gotta watch, baby, don’t you wanna know what happens?” he teased you mercilessly.

“I know what happens! The gremlins do some more horrible shit!”

“Come on,” he prodded you with his elbow. “Gizmo’s still cute, isn’t he?”

“No! All he has to do is nibble on something after midnight and he’ll be just as bad as the rest of them! I don’t trust his little face one bit!”

That sent Eddie reeling. He clutched at his stomach, laughter now pouring out of him in big guffaws. You landed a sharp smack on his thigh, but it did nothing to quell his raucous laughter.

“Stop laughing at me! You knew this would happen! You set me up!”

“Okay, okay,” he says, still struggling to regain his breath. You glare at him harder and he inhales as steadily as he’s able. “I’m sorry. I swear, I’m done. C’mere, I’ll protect you.”

You arch your brow warily, but settle back into your seat and let him slip his arm around you in a snug embrace. An eerie synth version of Silent Night plays over the action on the screen, sure to score your nightmares later. Maybe you’ll just have to keep Eddie up all night for revenge.

“I’m picking all the movies for the rest of the year,” you declared, huffing as you nestled in closer against him. He curled his arm tighter around your shoulders, his chest starting to shake again from trying to hold back giggles at how fucking cute you were when you got mad.

“Sure you are, baby,” he cooed, pressing his lips to your temple with a wet smack.

[mooncakesofpan]

Chapter 2

The life of a top designer is stressful in itself how much will change when you find 2 glowing eyes peering back at you from your yard.  

Poly!Skz x Tall!Nonbinary!Reader

Series Warnings: mention of abuse, hybrid au, omegaverse themes, strong language, suggestive topics, and themes (see individual chapters for specific warnings)

Chapter warnings: unwanted advances, mentions of food, mentions of stress, anxiety, slight angst, mentions of possible neglect, Reader uses they/them. Use of Mx.

Word count: 5.2k

An: I'm so sorry this took so long my life got really crazy and it took me a bit to recover.

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DO NOT STEAL MY WORK

I stir awake only to feel my throat dry, I reach for my water bottle and go to take a sip only to realize the bottle is empty. I stumble out bed and attempt to get out of the tangle of blankets that adorn my bed. Phone and water bottle in hand as I head out my room, using my phone to light my way through the house to accompany the moon light shining through the windows. As I move down the stairs with soft steps trying to keep to keep quite not wanting to wake the two hybrids. I can hear the soft snoring from Felix and Chan’s room. As I step into the hall I notice a figure sitting on the floor next to the slightly cracked door.

Chan.

He's curled up against the wall with his knees firmly pressed to his chest. The light from the moon barely makes his face visible, yet I can still make out the stern gaze glued to the front door further down the hall from his and Felix's room. The furry ears on the top of his head twitch hearing the wood creek under my feet. Though his eyes on the door don’t move one bit.

“Hey you okay?” I sit on the wall opposite of him.

“Oh— uh yeah,” He gives me a tired look from his spot.

“Can’t sleep?”

I see his head shake.

“Something on your mind? I’m all ears if you need someone to listen,” I say fiddling with the bottle in my hands,almost dropping it.

“Just stuff from the past you know, old habits die hard,” He sighs with a false smile shaking his head looking at his hands.

“Wanna talk about it?” I say looking back down at my hands.

“One day, but you should head back to sleep. You said you had an important interview in the morning, right? wouldn't you want to be exhausted in the morning.”

“... yeah I do, I’ll uh— head back to bed,” I say slowly getting up from the floor moving to head to the kitchen.

“I thought you were heading to bed” his voice raises in confusion.

“Oh– I came down to fill my water bottle” I say, shaking the water bottle.

Looking at Chan, it’s obvious that he wants to talk about things. I don’t want to push him, but hopefully one of these days he’ll feel comfortable opening up and talking about it. He seems to have a lot of weight on his shoulders.  

I finish filling the water bottle and head back to my room glancing back one last time at the man. Still curled up against the wall, staring at the door. He glances up at me, his eyes soften  looking back at mine as I hesitate going up the stairs wishing I could offer him some comfort.

Chan was right, the alarm felt like a rude awakening, I was way too tired to want to deal with anything this morning . The repetitive beep and the fact I didn't want to wake up to to go to this interview anyway is already making me miserable. I trudge out of bed to change into some dark form fitting slacks, a wide brim hat and a suit jacket with nothing under it. If I have to be in front of the cameras I might as well look good while I do it. I look through my drawers to find a simple chain to clip around my neck. The simple loafers picked out to go with my outfit, makes it a little more practical. I carry the shoes to put on at the garage door.

My thumb flicks across my phone  screen as I look through my notifications as the sound of the coffee maker feels in my ear and the strong smell of the coffee fills my nose.

A quiet “Oh shit,” fills my ears as I move to the island. I look up worried seeing Felix looking at me having spilled a little coffee on the counter.

“Are You okay?” I say hurrying to grab a paper towel to wipe up the small mess. “You didn't burn yourself right?”

I take his hand in mine double checking that the hot coffee didn't scald it.

“No I’m okay, y-you look nice,” he says looking at my clothes.

“Oh thank you I have that meeting today then I have to meet with some model agencies and higher-ups about the status of that project I told you and Chan, I was working on since we're getting closer to the deadline—,” I start.

My hands run down my face, tired.

“God, today just seems like it's gonna be so long and it hasn't even started,” I say with an awkward chuckle leaving my mouth.

The slight pink on Felix's cheeks almost goes unnoticed as I throw the paper towel away.

did he get burned and he didn't tell me?

“Oh uh—Let me know if you guys need anything okay, I might be out late,” I put on my dress shoes and grab my bag giving Felix a hug before he doesn't let go for a minute rubbing his face in my neck a little bit. The motion made my face warm.

I’m about to head out the door wishing I could say bye to Chan but he doesn't seem to be up yet. This seems to be a continuous trend. Waking up a little later than me and Felix

Is it related to him sitting outside the door this morning? Does he do that every night? They've been here for a few weeks. Maybe I should invest in a security system or something? Since he looked like he was watching the front door?

 I shrug the idea off to deal with later as I get into my car and head to the address for the interview. Getting escorted into the building and my dressing room. The morning was already chaotic on top of my interview today. It seems today just isn't my day already and its just started.

I had sat down to check my text messages from Felix and Chan on my personal phone. A text from Felix from about 30 minutes reads on my lock screen.

☀️Lixie☀️: Hey we ran out of eggs, sorry I didn’t realize yesterday that there were only few left.

Me: It's okay I’ll pick them up on my way home.

☀️Lixie☀️: K thanks see you when you get home :)

The sound of knocking reaches my ears.

“Come in!” I say looking toward the door.

A young women in her early 20′s with red panda ears adorning the top of her head I almost miss them as they lay against the braids in her hair decorated with beads that knock together in a rhythm as she peaks her head in.

“Hi Zinnia, I'm here for makeup.”

“Oh yeah come in,” I say with a smile.

She looks between me and her bag and pulls out brushes, palettes,powdersand tubes as I sit looking through my work phone.

“So you work with Script right?” she asks, touching up blemishes on my face.

“Yeah I've been working with them for a few years almost straight out of college.”

“That's cool,” she says with focus making sure I won’t be shiny on the camera.

“How long have you been working here?” I mumble, trying not to move too much.

“I think I've been with them for about  4 months. I just got finished with cosmetology school,” her voice let out.

Her soft voice is quiet as the orange and white tail flicked back and forth behind her, I almost missed her nose scrunching up.

”Do you mind if I ask you a question?” She lets out cautiously, putting some of her stuff away.

“Yeah go ahead,” I urged while watching her move around the room.

“Do you have hybrids?” She looks at me curiously.  

“Uh, yeah I recently took in some a few weeks ago, how did you know that?”  The words spilled out curiously.

“I could smell him on you,” she points to my neck. The same spot that Felix had rubbed against this morning when he hugged me.

“How?!” I asked, a bit with surprise and eyes wide.

The question honestly sounded a little stupid I've been trying to research hybrids but some of it has been hard to find conclusions too. Like, nesting, hierarchical systems, more instinctual stuff I honestly should suck up my pride and embarrassment and just ask Chan and Felix more questions .

“Hybrids have a really good sense of smell, and he scented you,” She pointed to her button nose with a smile.

Scent— I've come across the word but I haven't really been able to come up with a cohesive answer based on all the things online.

“Sorry I've been trying to research about hybrids and stuff since they moved in, what does that mean?” I let out nervously

“Oh, scenting is like trying to mark that someone belongs to someone for a hybrid to scent you; it's typically a sign of trust and a want to stake a claim.” The words left her mouth so casually as she described what it meant.

“We’ll typically scent around chest and neck areas and wrist.”

“So say the hybrid I live with hugs me and like nuzzled into my neck this morning—”

“That would be scenting,” She chuckles.

I nod along listening to her words as she talks about a few hybrid typical things. The conversation eventually moves to interest and I end up offering my phone number so we could keep in touch and talk some more.

“Who’s one of the biggest people you’ve worked with?” she asked, sitting in the chair across from me.

“That’s a hard question, I’ve been brought on a lot of projects but, I’d have to say Rihanna I worked on a project with her. It was a very exciting experience. I was so nervous to mess up. What about you? You’ve been out of beauty school for a few months, who is a celebrity you’ve done work with. ”

“That’s hard, a lot of celebrities have their own make-up teams. I think it might be you,” she gives me a shrug.

“I wouldn’t really consider myself a celebrity though,” there’s honesty in my voice.

I really don’t consider myself a celebrity. As she goes to speak again there’s a knock on the door.

“Mx. L/n you're needed backstage.”

“Okay thank you, it was nice meeting you. let's definitely talk more in the future,” I say, getting up and waving.

The hybrid women waves back as I leave the room and head to the studio where I would be interviewed. The audience of people there  Makes me dread coming to interviews and being on talk shows. Discomfort is obvious in the way my hands fiddle with the sleeve of my jacket.

As I'm told to walk on stage I wave to the audience and make my way to the empty seat.

I shake the interviewer's hand before sitting down in the chair. “So Y/n can I call you Y/n, you've been very busy for the past year haven't you,” her words run quickly out of her mouth

I nod and give confirmation that the use of my first name is okay.

“ Yeah this has been a really big project and probably the biggest of my career,”

I don’t even really take in most of the questions mostly on my work and when the Colra x Script line comes to the public. Then things got personal and I’m a very private person I don't like revealing things in my personal life to the public.

“So, got anyone in your life?” The woman sitting across from me says causing my eyes to widen.

“Oh no I don't really publicly date,” I say, nervousness itching its way back to the surface.

“No ones caught your eye recently?” there was a flirty tone in her voice as our chairs sat closely together. The tone in her voice makes me uncomfortable.

“No, I’d prefer to not talk about that aspect of my personal life though,” I say, voice unsteady with nervousness.

She nods, thankfully moving on to a different topic.  

“We'll, I think that brings us to the end of today. Thank you for coming on and talking with us!” her voice changed back to the tone before she started asking about my love life.  

As she closes out the segment I rush off to my dressing room feeling my discomfort and awkwardness eating away at me and I pack up my stuff and leave the building.

I considered taking the rest of the day off  but decide against it knowing that would just move the rest of my meetings to next week.

I sit in my studio, reading through my emails, things people want me to do piling up deadlines, new projects, and clientele. I said I wouldn’t take on another project till the one with Colra gets out to the public, but my boss keeps pushing me to work with other clients when Script has already pushed out so much money. Trying to make sure that the Colra is happy with designs, advertisements making sure they showed proper representation of hybrids and humans alike. Along with  how we had to redo everything I need to at least see that this all goes through well.

The knock on the door frame startled me from work in my room. I look up to see a lanky man with light brown wavy hair and a cardigan.

He has a black tie, and seems well put together.

“Uh hi I'm Theo we've been emailing back and forth for a while, and I wanted to look over some promotional material with you being the leader of the team working on this,” he says smiling at me, his British accent filling my ears.

“Oh yeah of course come in,” I wave over to the workbench in the middle of the room.

We stand at the table as he pulls out some of the pictures with the pieces that have been finished. The photos are amazing. The color of the outfits are bright and beautiful, they pop against the background and give a regal feel paired with the elegance of the models  in the photos. The soft purples and whites on the models looked graceful and beautiful. Looking through the photos I noticed that the hybrid models we had hired for this campaign were missing from the photos.

“Theo, where are the hybrid models? We were supposed to have a good mix of both in the pictures, modeling the outfits.” I shuffle the photos he placed out the folder double checking I didn't miss it.

The brunette opened the folder sifting through the contents to find the ones with the hybrid models in them too.

“Great I like these too, they all look great. I know these are supposed to be going out to socials soon so if I can suggest something?” I question looking back up from the table to the male around my height.

He nods in response. I point to the 2 photos of a few of the models in a flower field and one with a few other models on white crystal-looking steps. the photo is well-balanced and has a good diversity of the models that we worked with to do the photoshoot.

“I would suggest these two, Script has a wide range of demographics and I think these will do the best with going out first, they really pop as ones that catch my eyes.”

“Yeah you're right those two will work great. I'll go ahead and let the rest of marketing know, thank you again for taking the time out of your day,” he confirms back to me as I smile kindly at him.

“Of course, happy I could help,” I  respond to him, excited to finally see some of the advertisements going out as he is putting the contents of the folder. his cheeks a slightly tinged pink.

Maybe he's a bit warm in his sweater vest.

As he leaves I decide to put the final details on one of the last designs that needed to be finished and sent out for photoshoots and to models. Some of the remanding sets got sent out to other people in the company to make to take the pressure off of me. I had found out we had money in the budget too and I had gotten an email right before Theo had come in that  the last 2 pieces that had been sent out had been finished and were going to be given to the models for photo shoots tomorrow and I was the last person to send the last piece out, which I need to hem the bottoms and ad a spot for a tail and then it’ll be good to go out. The rest of my afternoon was free aside from finishing the bottoms for the last outfit and which hopefully wouldn't take all night should take maybe an hour. Once the entire line gets sent out things are left in the hands of the stylist for the shoots.

Needless to say, Im glad that the day is almost over, I'm so exhausted. It was 6 and the goal is to finish by 7:30. That way I can still go to the store before it closes to do some light shopping. I get up to move to work on the bottoms for the outfit.

I pin the lace to the cuff of the bottoms and feed them through the sewing machine. The fabric is soft under my fingers. The lace at the bottom is a great final touch. The time spent putting it on with care. The model who was supposed to wear this is a ferret hybrid and has a long tail so a slit is made in the back for his tail. I glance down at my phone just now seeing its  7:20 pm, thankfully I had finally finished everything. I packed up my belongings and grabbed a garment bag and put the completed masterpiece in it. a sigh of relief leaves my mouth, happy that the day is finally over.

My feed carry me through the building as I hold a small smile feeling great about the the line being finished. I'm supposed to come in tomorrow too, which will mean this week I've been in the office a lot. But tomorrow is a Friday and I've had a stacked week. I told the photographer I would sit in on the shoot since I missed the first one. I find the rack for the outfits to go on and place my bag next to the other two  black garment bags. I look around to see if anyone is around, of course there is not, I one of few people still here this late. I peek in the bags getting a good look at the Wonderfull work of the other people on my team.

I head to the parking garage to start to head out. The grocery store is my last stop of the night before going home. I slide into the drivers seat and pull out my phone to text Felix.

Me: Was there anything else we needed? im at the store right now

☀️Lixie☀️: we're getting low on coffee. I think we need some more

Me: Okay thanks, I'm gonna grab a bit of other stuff.

Walking through the store I pick up some more meat, chicken, beef, pork, and bacon. The hope of having more time to cook this next week warms my chest. I found some kombucha squash and put it in the cart thinking of finding something to make with it. The line for check out is short but the store closes in an hour. Most people are home this late in the evening. Most people take this time to enjoy time with their family.

I work on dinner deciding to use the squash, taking out the onions, beans, carrots, and ground turkey I got at the store to make some stuffed squash. I cut up onions, and add beans and other vegetables to the ground beef and seasoning while the squash sits in the oven roasting. Felix sits on the counter talking to me about things he watched,some of the recipes he found, and what he got up too toda. My brain wonders to this morning and the conversation about scenting I had with Zinna.

“So they ended up not making it to the finals—”

“Sorry it’s on my mind,— did you scent me this morning?” I interrupt his ramblings, and in that moment Chan walks into the kitchen looking up from his phone.

I probably could have handled it a bit better.

“What?” he looks a bit worried at my question.

Felix Jumps surprised by Chan's voice.

“I was asking if Felix scented me this morning, I was talking to a hybrid this morning and she had asked me about it—I'm not mad I was just asking if it was purposeful,” I speak quickly to try to justify why I asked the question in the first place.

Chan is Stands still in his spot and looks at Felix to answer the question.

”Yeah I did sorry I should of asked.”

”It's fine I just wished you had asked I would have let you if it makes you feel more comfortable,” I shrug it off. If it's a sign he's more comfortable with me I'll take it. Im glad he’s feeling more comfortable around me.

Chan sits down, patting Felix's shoulder.

“I'm still learning about what it's like to live with hybrids, just gotta give me heads up about things,'' I admit,with a soft smile

We eat the quash in silence, the feeling of something that hasn’t been spoken into the air yet lingers. I Scoop one of the last pieces of squash in my mouth. I look back at my bag near the garage door reminding me of the work I had promised to my friend tomorrow. I've been out of the house a lot this week. It's definitely weighing on me but I'm worried that the boys are gonna feel like I'm too absent and like I'm neglecting them. Technically they don't belong to me and I frankly don't like thinking of the gross owner pet implication of having a hybrid but emotionally I know that they rely on me— or at least Felix does, Chan I know still has a hard time being comfortable with me. I don't blame him for that of course I don't know his or Felix's history.

For the past few weeks, I've been worried about them feeling stuck in the house.

“I'm gonna be out the house again tomorrow, hopefully next week won't be as busy. I should hopefully be home early” I let out, pushing around a bean on my plate.

“It's okay, we know this week was big for you” Chan says.

“I know I just feel bad like I'm worried you guys feel stuck here all the time alone—” I take pause

“Do you guys feel stuck here?” I question

“I mean it would be nice to get out” Felix says perking up a bit.

“You’d have to adopt us,” Chan said still eating his food not making eye contact trying to seem more focused on his plate.

“Yeah I wasn't sure how you guys felt about that. I was looking into independent hybrid programs and that tends to require prior adoption for about a year,” I say, nervous about their response.

“it would probably be best if you adopted us. I know I'm fine with it, we trust you enough, you don't seem like you'd abuse that title,” Chan explains, finally looking up to meet my eyes.

“Okay then I'll see how to get the paperwork for it and try to get those filed,” I fidget a little under his gaze. Looking back down at my food to keep eating.

I wash the dishes alone. This is the first time today I can truly relax, and knowing that adopting Felix and Chan would at least  be granted a little freedom helps to ease my worries with their adoption. Them being able to go out more should give them some type of freedom.

I got to my room, and open up my laptop to look at what the process to adopt the two hybrids looks like. The page I find belongs to one of the hybrid centers in the city Stating that they help rehome and rehabilitate hybrids and have been rated one of the best in the area;

“Are you open to welcoming hybrids into your home? We’re here to provide you with the knowledge training and help prepare you for a new friend!”

Seem good enough.

“We won’t rehome a hybrid without they’re expressed consent from the hybrid Stating verbally that they would like to go home with you. Knowing that they’re from our own facility we prefer you spend weeks getting to know them and get comfortable with each other, after that we can start the adoption process!”

Bringing in strays or having been aiding hybrids and wanting to adopt them and give them a home will have a similar process! We start with an interview with you and then the hybrid making sure that they are comfortable going home with you! After the interview will be an exam of the hybrid making sure there is anything that needs to be watched or addressed. After The exam we will survey the new home and make sure the place is suitable and livable for your new hybrid! If you’ve made it to this point then you’ll be in the home stretch to fill out paperwork and take your hybrid home! We do checks in 3 weeks 6 weeks 9 weeks and then 6 months and a year check in to make sure everything is going Aye Okay!”

The page was very helpful and it said I can set up an appointment to get things started. I spent the rest of the night filling the form about Felix and Chan filing in the section concerning  their situation and pressing send before I closed my laptop for the night.

Today was more casual. I pull white pants and a Blue oversized sweater. It’s a lot more casualI seeing as I'm going to watch a shoot and not spend all my time in the office, I prefer it that way.

I got a text from my friend Johnny on my work phone,who's the photographer .

Johnny : Hey make sure you're here at 10 I wanna go over a few things with you.

Me: sure thing I should be there a little early if anything.

The door to Felix’s and chans room opens right as I hit the last steps of the stairs. Chan's back is to me as he tries to close the door quietly.

“Morning Chan you're up bright and earlier.”

My voice must have startled him because he jumps as he turns to me with a hand over his heart. Seeing it's just me he lets out an awkward chuckle

“Oh yeah– I slept pretty well last night actually,” he smiles softly at me. sleep was still slightly evident in his eyes, but the smile made me feel warm inside and something inside me fluttered slightly.

“I was gonna make something,” I motioned down the hall.

”Yeah you should try and eat before you head out. It's not good to start the day on an empty stomach,” he presses.

7:45

I had a bit of time before I had to go so making something wouldn't hurt. I pulled the milk out of the fridge with some eggs. Before I could pull anything else out the voice of Felix coming down the hall is hurd by both me and Chan as he entered the kitchen phone in hand.

“Would you mind if I made breakfast?” he smiled, ears twitching on top of his head.

“No not at all, whatcha gonna make?” I ask and move to sit the milk down on the counter and move to the barstools to watch what Felix might be making.

“I found a recipe for pancakes. I wanted to try it,” he continued to check his phone assumingly for ingredients and measurements.

Me and Chan watch him move around the kitchen making the pancakes, the batter being mixed together and fried on a skillet. The pancakes were fluffy and buttery as they pile on the plate .  

 “Felix this is really good,” Chan says digging into the pancakes

“Yeah you did an amazing job.”

Felix’s face is a bit red seemingly from our compliments. I can see a smile as he mumbles out a thank you while still eating the pancakes. The morning was peaceful, small talk about the food and other recipes Felix wants to try and what I’m up to today. It starts getting close for me to leave. I go to grab my work bag just in case but I plan to come home after the photo shoot. I notice the freckled brunette Felix leaned up against the wall near the door.

“Hey Felix, need something?” I say, making sure I had a jacket just in case it rained.

“—Do you mind if I scent you?” He's standing in front of me with space between the two of us the space being filled with quiet but low sounds of his voice.  

“Oh—no, not at all!” I put my stuff down and smile as Felix comes close. He placed his face in the crook of my neck  to rub his face against it  and moves to rub himself against my clothes. He continues for a minute before he decides in his head that I've been scented enough, but before I move he takes the moment to grab my wrist and rub it against his neck.

“Okay I’ll probably be back earlier. I didn't have plans to really stay after this shoot,” I smile as I start to head out the door.

“Tell Chan I said bye!” I walk out the door.

Today feels nice, the sky is still overcast with the late October weather moving into winter.

Pulling up to the set and getting to see the line together was so satisfying and it made me feel like everything was coming together. Fake sets and lighting stood out, waiting to find Johnny, I started to look around talking to some of the makeup artists thanking them for their help. I start to see some of the models dressed and coming on set, one was sitting in the corner quietly flipping through his phone also seemingly waiting for directions on what to do. He has soft round white ferret ears and a tail that slightly curls to be in his lap and he’s wearing the outfit I finished sewing yesterday.

“Hi I'm L/n Y/n, I'm the top designer on this project. I just want to thank you for working and modeling with us,” I say sticking out my hand.

A soft smile graces his full lips as he reaches his hand to greet mine.

“I’m Hwang Hyunjin.”

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unleashed fic claim: waiting for the moon to rise (drarry)

Thank you so much to the @unleashed-fest mods for putting on such a stellar fest! Shout out to my lovely team of betas and cheerleaders, I am forever grateful to you for all your kind words and encouragement! @getawayfox @thehoneybeet @citrusses @tackytigerfic 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Waiting for the Moon to Rise | 8.9k words | Rated E Drarry (endgame), with minor (but porny) Bill/Draco/Harry

When Harry and Draco move into Grimmauld Place straight out of Hogwarts, the last person they expect to find taking up residence is Bill ‘divorced, dishevelled, and dangerous’ Weasley. But what if their new, furry little problem is the help they need to finally bring them closer? Stranger things have happened, Draco supposes.

“Today,” he whispers to Harry across the pillows, who croaks his agreement, rubbing at his crusty eyes. “We'll tell him today.”

He creeps out of the room like that, unsure how he got there in the first place. Perhaps it’s just an old habit from Hogwarts; he can’t count the number of times they accidentally fell asleep in each other’s beds this past school year.

The hallway is cold and dim, seven a.m. sunshine peeping in from the stained glass windows in the hallway downstairs. 

A shadow appears, obscuring the view.

Draco’s nose is suddenly full of earth and sweat and Firewhisky, and—

Today, he thinks helplessly, staring up at Bill, who has just appeared from the other side of the hallway—the bathroom, presumably—bare-chested and loose haired and very, very pale. Exhausted-looking. Sickly. The post-moon shakes, Draco thinks wildly, trying to cast his mind back to the textbook passages Snape made them all study so closely.

Today. Now. I could tell him now. Tell him he has to—

—the floorboards creak as Bill comes closer. He bends his head, his nose twitching, a loose strand of bright-red hair brushing Draco’s face as he—

Inhales.

Draco’s heart hammers against his chest. His hand finds the wall, clinging to it—as much as one can cling to a wall, anyway. 

His skin prickles, heat rushing to the surface. He licks his lips, opens his mouth to say something, to say anything, perhaps to stop himself from liquifying and sliding right down the brocade wallpaper, but—

“You smell nice,” Bill mutters, bewilderingly. His nose twitches again. A short, soft sort of growling sound comes crawling up from the back of his throat, vibrating somewhere behind his teeth. Draco shivers. “Both of you,” Bill adds quietly, and then he turns back down the stairs and disappears through the partition doors.

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[quackquackcey]

Writing Patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 11 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I was tagged by the amazing @renmackree! 💛 I'm kinda curious about my pattern; I have a feeling it's dialogue.... LOL (I won't include drabbles 🌝)

Lava Cakes & Molten Chocolates

E | Sterek | 6k | post-canon, love potion mishap, fluff & smut, mating bite

"Stiles."

Derek's Kumquat

E | Sterek | 45k | post-canon, friends w/ benefits to lovers, smutty, humor

“I’m like this kumquat, sweet on the outside and tart on the inside.”

Hottest Thing Since Stuffed Crust

E | Sterek | 4k | canon div, college student!Stiles, getting together, car sex

"Uh, hey."

Stiles the Furry Little Disaster Waiting to Happen

T | Sterek | 5k wip | summer between seasons 2 & 3, spell gone wrong, hamster!Stiles feat. Derek's big boobies lol

Stiles loved animals.

“Me too”

E | Sterek | 10k | canon div, college student!Stiles, costume party, baking, smut, massage...

Stiles had a weird habit.

Blooms in the Darkness

E | Sterek | 18k | season 3B rewrite, void!Stiles, anchors, spark awakening, smut, hurt/comfort

It first began as nothing more than a speck.

Meat, Ducks, & Cigarettes

E | Lawlu | 8k | high school AU, hungry days-inspired, delinquents, fighting, smut

“Hey, Torao, can I—”

More Than Obsessed

E | Sterek | 43k | AU, serpentine!Stiles x killer!Derek, action, smut, mates, you can't spell manslaughter without laughter

The first time Stiles saw him, he thought, ‘Does this guy even know what he’s doing with that fishing pole?’

Rumpled sheets, smoke-tinged kisses, and sea salted lightning

E | Sterek | 14k | modern AU, a/b/o, case!fic, alpha mafia boss!Derek x omega FBI agent!Stiles, spark awakening

The canteen quieted from carefree chatter to hushed whispers, as it did everytime Stiles and Derek walked in.

Like Clockwork

E | Sterek | 6k | modern AU, a/b/o, alpha CEO!Derek x omega secretary!Stiles, pwp, animal hybrids

Stiles had never believed in love at first sight.

More Than Enough

E | Sterek | 8k | season 2 rewrite, get together after pool scene, 5 + 1 things, hurt/comfort, smut

“The only way to prove yourself is through blood. Fear. Remember that.”

Kind of a pattern w/ dialogue as I thought, although less dialogue than I thought... lmao 👁👁 I did 11 bc I have a huge soft spot for More Than Enough, don't mind me lol 🌝

Idk who's done this but I'll low-pressure tag @chenziee, @katia-anyway, @sugareey-makes-stuff, @basicallyahedgehog, @betsib - anyone feel free to join!

[thydungeongal]

I think that part of the reason why people constantly talk about how you can ignore rules or worldbuilding in D&D is because they continue the phrase "this thing is bigoted" as "and thus every D&D player is a bigot".

Can't blame them knowing how dumb is online discourse sometimes, but that's indeed silly

There definitely is a certain type of media brain where people think the media they consume must be morally pure which often leads to not only rejecting critical readings of said media but also actively not wanting to engage in critical readings of said media out of fear of finding a reading that implies that the media may replicate some unfortunate tropes, because a lot of people have the wrong-headed idea that media consumption habits are reflective of morality.

And that's SAD! Not only because those critical readings can often help one better recognize which parts of the source text are good and which ones one would rather not engage with, but they're also useful for developing a deeper understanding of said media without having to go on the defensive. Also, I'm not a big fan of attaching moral judgement to media consumption because would you believe it there are some people out there who would make moral judgements about people consuming trans furry porn and it's not just weird reactionaries but also some supposed liberals who will lose their minds about that shit

Anyway yeah it is indeed silly and I may be overthinking it but just wanted to get that off my chest

[charpeach]

Okay, to extend your headcanon of Leshy and touch, imagine the particular feeling in how his hands are held back being how he winds up noticing that a friend of his has developed a crush on him

hahaha so uhm this brought me to writing an entire fanfic???

anyways. here, enjoy.......

Being blind wasn't easy.

Leshy had learned it the hard way, the day he was stripped of his crown and brought to the lamb's pathetic cult.

As much as he hated to admit it, he felt completely helpless. And terrified. And alone.

All sorts of unfamiliar scents surrounded him. Like a swirling storm, it overwhelmed him to try and distinguish one from another.

The noises felt way too loud to process. The voices, the rustles, the din and the laughters, all blended into one non-stopping mess.

But that was then.

Now Leshy learned to adapt.

The lamb was quick to adjust the whole place to be more accessible, too. There were stone sidewalks and handrails to help him navigate around the village without crashing into anything.

One of Leshy's favorite things were decorations: while for everyone else they were a sight to see, for him they were something to feel.

He touched sculptures, capturing and imagining all the cracks and bumps and little patches of moss covering them. He touched cold and sleek surface of the marble fountain by the park. He touched flowerbeds, exploring the patterns of dimples and grooves.

He touched people, too. Not in a weird way, of course. It became something to anchor to when having a conversation.

He'd tug on their clothes or take their hand in his just to know where they were and to be sure that they are still there, listening.

Narinder's paw was always soft and furry to touch. He'd hold Leshy's hand lightly and tenderly, as if he was afraid to squeeze it too much.

Heket, on the contrary, had a strong grip. She'd be the one to lead the way for him, quietly letting him know that he's under her protection.

Kallamar's hand, as one would expect, was usually slippery and moist, yet harsh, like dolphin skin. He'd often be the first to get distracted and let go, not out of malicious intent, but the simple need to involve someone else for them to properly communicate with each other. Deafness didn't go well with blindness.

Shamura, despite all the memory problems, would never forget Leshy's little habit. They would take his hand in theirs, delicate fingers sliding like silk across his, they'd let him hold on to them however long he needed to.

Lamb's hands were strong, rough and calloused, peppered with cuts and scratches, all reminding how much of a hard worker Lamb was. They'd hold Leshy's hand in a quiet promise.

Yet, this layer in interactions would stay reserved for his family for an extended period of time: for people he trusted enough to accommodate his disability rather then making use of it.

That was, until Lamb brought one of the green crown's former subjects to the cult. Leshy's subject.

He knew that some of Lamb's followers used to serve other crowns. Most of them had passed way before Leshy and his siblings had joined the cult, and he didn't interact much with those who were still alive.

So Beryozka had caught his attention really quickly.

She was surprisingly loyal to Leshy. She was rigorously determined to not accept the Lamb as her leader it almost got her into trouble. Lamb was about to shove her into jail for dissenting when Leshy decided to intervene.

He could practically hear something shatter inside of her when she first saw him. He simply said “Be nice to the Lamb, lady,” with a soft reproach, and went on with his day.

A few days later he would find her among other cultists, praying.

He'd forgotten about her for a bit after that. Shamura's condition seemed to worsen with time, which had sent Leshy's attention to all sorts of other worries.

He wanted to talk to Narinder, couldn't seem to find him though. Leshy was checking the places his brother would usually go to, and eventually ended up at the secluded corner of a park where Lamb held crown trophies. The place always held an eerie feeling for Leshy, but Narinder would often go there to spend some time alone and think. Today, however, someone else was there.

“Your highness” - Beryozka muttered in awe.

“It's just Leshy now” - he corrected her softly.

“Right. Sorry.”

There was an awkward pause.

“What are you doing here?” - Leshy asked.

“Nothing,” Beryozka replied hesitantly, before adding: “Everything is just... different now.”

Leshy chuckled: “Yeah... But it's nice in a way.”

He didn't need his eyes to know that Beryozka was standing by the green crown trophy.

She'd been clinging to all the little crumbs and shards of her past. Leshy knew this feeling way too well.

“Say, why don't you help me in the garden later today?”

That's where their friendship began to form.

Beryozka turned out to be a kind and perky person. A little shy and shut-in herself, but genuine and friendly.

Leshy himself didn't notice how quick he was to entrust her. Beryozka was the one he'd talk to about what's bothered him and that he couldn't bring himself to discuss inside the family. Like how he's worried for his brothers and how he feels unable and unhelpful in the research that his siblings and the Lamb was doing.

And, like a good friend, she was there for him.

But one day...

“Leshy!”, Beryozka called him and approached.

He turned to her and, without a further thought, picked up her hand in his. He'd do that with his siblings and the Lamb habitually.

But Beryozka seemed taken aback. She stiffened all of a sudden, pausing in the middle of an action, freezing, like a deer in a headlights.

“What's up?” Leshy asked.

“Uh...”

He felt Beryozka's fingers twitch in his, her palm jerking slightly as if she was about to yank her arm back, but hesitated.

“Yeah, uhm...” She seemed to be distracted or at a loss of words, what she was going to say slipped out of her mind already. “Uhh...”

“Yes, Beryozka, what is it?” He repeated his question, squeezing her palm in affirmation. That didn't help.

“I, uhh, wanted to ask... Well...”

All of sudden, somewhere behind Leshy's back, his brother Narinder burst out in laughters.

“Leshy, let her go, you haven't seen cheeks this red ever” he yelled.

“Yeah, I don't see crap because of you!” Leshy barked back at him jokingly, but did listen and let Beryozka's hand go. “Sorry,” he said.

“Iwillneverrecoverfromthis-” she bubbled on a single breath and immediately retrieved.

“Wait!” Leshy yelled, but to no success. “The heck was that.” he muttered to himself.

“She has a crush on you, dude, you just startled her” Narinder explained with a note of snark. “Maybe give her a warning next time.”

“How was I supposed to know?!...”

[imbelfoxxyloxxy]

Thoughts on Husk and Niffty?

Short answer: GRAAAAAAAA I LIKE THEM I WANT MORE CONTENT OF THEM MORE M O R E RAAAGHH

I even drew them over spring break tehehe 🤭

Long answer:

I’m really interested in seeing more of them, be it with how short season 1 was, wanting MORE RAGH, and being a fan of hazbin since the creators speed drawing days I’m really interested in seeing what’s official now, what changed and stuff yah know? Like husk being an ex overlord??? Oooooo

And like the fact they’re mysterious without having to fully rely on the lore of Alastor, both have their own personalities, back stories, and specific traits that make them stand out on their own in the cast, and from their boss that owns their lives

Back on husk being an ex overlord, that means Niffty was one as well right? and if so I really wanna know what she was like before she sold her soul to alastor, and tbh with how she acts, did she even sell her soul to him? /j

She doesn’t seem as miserable as Husk like what was her trade with alastor, did she loose a bet or was this an honest deal? Why him and not the other overlords?

We got a look into their dynamic in season 1, with Husk seeming to know a lot more about Niffty, making her more mysterious than Alastor tbh, Husk is a okay with insulting his boss to other people but when Niffty signaled him to keep quiet??? And he did???? NIFFTY LORE NOW😩

I just wanna know their human lives as well, and what souls did they own before alastor claimed theirs? In order to be an overlord you gotta own souls yah know? And how did alastor win their souls? We see with Husk he lost a card game, so how did Niffty lose if she didn’t want to sell her soul? Both are younger than Alastor so like did they know his name at least or did they just think he was a random sinner? Since the only ones telling us his lore was Vaggie in the pilot, and Mimzy, someone that knew him personally when they were alive. Husk and Niffty don’t say anything about him from what I remember, just that husk is miserable and Niffty is… Niffty 🌝

And since Husk was an overlord, how did people react when he lost his soul to alastor?? does alastor own his casino now? I get he’s called a fraud and scammer now but like, since we haven’t seen it, is he called that by random sinners? People that lose to card games with him? Or current (but older) overlords? (Since I don’t think the Vs really keep track tbh) 🤷‍♀️

Alastor had a habit of just killing overlords, and since the souls he seems to own seem to be his little henchmen, what did Niffty and husk have specifically that makes him not only keep them around, but also bicker with? Like yes he still views them as benith them but like still they’re has to be more to that contract to prevent alastor form killing them the moment their souls were traded.

Overall I just wanna know more about them, but if the short season eps is a pattern, I’m satisfied with consuming official content and fan art, because tbh there is very little husk and Niffty content in this fandom

ANYWAYS Both fine af and I wont them shiiii leave alastor for me I can fight him off wanna be emo furry vs wanna be emo furry lets go 💥💥💥

[nintendont2502]

im so right btw (ID/description under cut)

Image ID: discord conversation between 'turntechGayhead' and 'definitely a furry'. The first message, sent by turntechGayhead, says "So when I was cosplaying dave ans I had like. A sword, obviously, and I apparently have a really bad habit of pointing at people/things with it when im talking without noticing? Which is apparently 'vaguely threatening' [line break] Anyway dave absolutely foes that [line break] Except with a real sword which is like. Far more threatening [line break] Anyway gotta drive home brb

The reply from definitely a furry says "KSKEKRRK"

The last message from turntechGayhead says "Dave: "-so yeah like honestly I don't get the hype around avatar - the blue people movie not the anime although that shit wasn't as good as everyone acts like it is - like. it's a decent movie don't get me wrong but I don't get why everyone's fucking kissing the ground James Cameron walks on for daring to make a movie where some guy gets to fuck an alien. I mean hey the alien lovers must have been having the fucking time of their lives with that one maybe that's why it was so big. Apparently it got a sequel? And there was like 5 more planned even though no one was gonna fucking watch them? Those ever come out in your universe or did the batterwitch put us all out of our collective misery before we had to suffer through another alien fucker fest-"

Dirk, who's been held at swordpoint for the last 20 minutes and is trying *really hard* to not think about the time dave cut his head off: [emoji showing a drawing of someone looking incredibly afraid as they stare at the camera]"

[mylordshesacactus]

Your scale/graph of Anthro/Intelligent Animal Media brings up some interesting questions about how other furry-adjacent media fits in the system. Zootopia, for example, has enough modern human elements to reach a similar area as Robin Hood, but the characters being animals and the societal structure that creates is a big part of the main plot. Madagascar, on the other hand, has animals that can alternate between bipedal and quadropedal movement, use or even create tools and machinery but, while they can communicate just fine with other animals, in-universe humans can’t understand them, and they maintain the habits and social structure (or at least the general idea) from their IRL counterparts. To an extent that the zoo animals have idyllic aspirations of returning to “The Wild” and abandoning their more humanoid lifestyle.

Zootopia is non-euclidean furryspace! and was in fact the example I was thinking of when I said that if you go any further along the scale than Redwall, you are no longer writing anthropomorphic fiction, you're writing a normal story with anthro characters in it.

(Essentially, I have to respectfully disagree; the characters being animals isn't a plot point, because they're not "animals". They're furries. They are as much "animals" as humans are, ie, yeah but only in a taxonomic technicality. Their animalistic TRAITS are a plot point, but at that point, you're not writing a story about how animals navigate through and see the world, which is an essential part of writing actual anthropomorphic fiction. It's kind of in the name--when a story stops being about ANIMALS with PEOPLE traits, and starts being about PEOPLE with ANIMAL traits, you leave the "anthropomorphic fiction" genre.)

Madagascar on the other hand is a FASCINATING example!

Let's see. The Y axis, I'd place it--oh god dammit i JUST noticed that I never fixed a placement glitch/misclick. Somehow WD ended up further right than Black Beauty and Aristocats which is nonsensical. Fuck. That's gonna piss me off so bad--Sorry. Anyway.

The z-axis (degree of "talking animals" present) SEEMS like it would be the most straightforward. We see Alex trying to talk to humans and all they hear is roaring, so we already know that there's a lot of artistic license going on in terms of what WE see vs what IN-UNIVERSE HUMANS see. However they clearly don't realize this is happening, so I'd put it decently left of center--the animals understand and engage with humans to such a degree that they genuinely believe humans can understand them back.

The thing that makes its placement on the other axes tricky is the aforementioned translation convention. Like....it's obvious that what humans are seeing during Madagascar appears to them to be normal animal behavior. Presumably, they're NOT actually bipedal and that's just an artistic representation of how in-tune the characters are with their instincts at any given time.

On the X axis? Genuinely no idea--obviously they don't have a lot of natural behaviors, but that's because they're born and raised in captivity and have zero forms of natural enrichment in their unbelievably shitty enclosures (just saying). The presence of that translation convention where we KNOW that from a human perspective their behavior is interpreted as not outside the realm of believability makes it difficult.

That being said, the zookeepers clearly are aware of Marty's stash of birthday gifts over the years and Alex implies he was able to PURCHASE or otherwise request his own merchandise so I'm gonna put us pretty far left on the animalistic behavior scale.

This next bit would be easier if I'd phrased the y-axis better--I was genuinely struggling to put it into words, and I don't think I did a great job. Probably it would be better summarized as "animal culture replicates human culture" so we'll use that.

ALL the way at the bottom. It's made clear that there really is no "animal" culture. The zoo animals are fish out of water, but that's because they're New Yorkers dropped in a Madagascar jungle. The lemurs are not exhibiting what we're meant to view as natural lemur behavior; they even refer to Alex starting to exhibit natural behavior as "going savage" in a way they don't even seem to view the fossa hunters. So there's no unconnected, distinct animal cultures going on here. (Or, if they exist in theory somewhere, they are literally never depicted and their theoretical existence is actively denied at every opportunity.)

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god im SO mad about that like. fraction of an inch off on WD's alignment on the chart this is going to haunt me for YEARS--