#i feel like i should have claws and horns and sharp teeth and a tail

[mechawolfie]

is there an alternative to dykefag/fagdyke for people who aren’t attracted to anyone really. like i just want the gender of it

[yanderes-galore]

Based on an idea I thought of, I just had to get something down since I have to wait a bit. Sorry the banner is bad, I wasn't sure how to make it for this AU? This is mostly just me throwing out ideas so I have some down.

Yandere! Night Fury Hybrid! Hiccup Haddock Concept/Thoughts

(HTTYD Hybrid AU)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Animalistic yandere, Possessive behavior, Human/Hybrid, Manipulation, Biting, Dubious cuddling, Forced relationship implied, Mentions of mates, Guilt tripping, Violence, Mentioned murder, Kidnapping.

I feel at first we should be discussing how he'd look and act.

In terms of how he'd look it can very depending on your preference.

Personally I'd imagine he'd have the "ear horns" like Night Furies.

Then he'd have the wings, claws, and tail.

Maybe he even has the sharp teeth, retractable or not.

He could also have the eyes of a Night Fury, making him look relatively cat-like.

Probably also sleeps upside down.

Maybe you can place some black scales around his body but he still has human skin in some places?

That's a very general idea on what Hiccup could look like as a Night Fury hybrid.

In terms of behavior I'd imagine he'd act similarly to a Night Fury (shocker, I know).

He's stealthy, fast, and can use plasma bolts.

He probably purrs and growls when content.

Something I'm debating on is how he'd communicate with you.

There's three routes you could take with it.

The first one is he doesn't know any human language and communicates through actions or growls.

The second one is he knows limited language to communicate.

For the second one it could start with no language learned and you teach him it, or he knew it by observation of other humans.

The third is he knows fluent language, maybe not yours or maybe it is, but he can talk.

Don't get me wrong, regardless on how he communicates, he's still just as intelligent as your usual human.

Another thing that's dubious about the AU is if there is actual regular dragons.

There could be three separate factions (Humans, Hybrids, Dragons).

Naturally hybrids would be more attuned to dragons due to similarities.

It's that or there's only two factions (Humans and Hybrids), which have been at war for decades.

This is still a very new AU so "AU canon" is still unclear.

Honestly, the most exciting part of this is Night Furies in canon mate for life.

The same most likely goes for hybrids.

So I imagine once Hiccup is attached he plans to never leave you.

Plus, hybrids are most likely possessive similar to dragons.

Now, I feel you could meet Hiccup in many ways.

My favorite though? Maybe you even mirror how he meets Toothless in canon.

Maybe when you two are young (Hiccup's age in HTTYD 1), you help him with an injury.

Then you two slowly bond until you're both in your 20's.

Ever since you saved him he has been a companion by your side.

I imagine you could fly with hybrids but due to their humanoid form, they'd just carry you-

So instead of Hiccup finding a Light Fury hybrid to have a relationship with, he chooses you.

Hybrids would be compatible with humans most likely.

The first hybrid's origins are unknown, but it is implied they take human partners at times.

I can imagine when you're both 21 you try to find him a compatible mate or encourage it.

Meanwhile he doesn't want anyone but you.

Even since you were young, the hybrid knew you were the one for him.

He has never parted from you and your own father wonders what his intentions are.

I imagine when you were young it took awhile to warm up to each other, just like in HTTYD 1.

Hiccup starts off wary of you, wondering if you're safe to trust.

Then by the end of it he vows to protect and cherish you.

You'd both be teens then but your relationship between each other would start off as just companions.

However, this would be the first little seeds of his crush.

It's when you start getting older, reaching 18 and your 20's that he starts inching closer.

He often purrs around you and tries his best to understand your culture.

He craves your touch, often putting your hand on his cheek for comfort.

When you're both adults he probably starts showing behavior akin to wanting a mate.

He may try ro manipulate you into it, claiming you're the closest one to him.

He tries to make it sound like he'd be lonely forever if you don't accept his courting.

He claims he wants to hold you close and cuddle you for warmth since his kind hate the cold.

Yet you can tell by the way he wraps his tail around your waist that isn't quite it.

I imagine he'd bite you to mark you and often gets aggressive towards other humans and hybrids around you.

Hiccup may even share Toothless traits, like being the last Night Fury Hybrid in the world... right now.

Maybe you can help with that, hm? (If you're able)

In terms of if he'd murder, maybe.

He doesn't want to ruin your trust and any form of murder would be accidental.

Like if something blinded him with rage or he allowed his possessive behavior to take over.

Even then he personally may not feel bad for it, but acts remorseful to have your forgiveness.

Kidnapping? Again, a maybe.

For a Night Fury he's rather soft personality wise.

He'd be willing to live with you if you wished, then he could be more attuned to human culture.

Yet if someone tried to steal you from him then he's feel unsafe.

Feeling unsafe may lead to a stray plasma blast striking someone down or burning your home.

Which means he'll have to carry you to somewhere he can properly provide for you.

As a hybrid his diet is mostly fish or whatever Night Furies eat.

However, he could have human food too due to being partially human.

Hiccup would try to keep track of what humans need to provide for you.

When he wants affection he'll nuzzle into you, lay his larger body on top of you, and purr.

Like actual Night Furies, he acts like cats and bats.

Which means it's a bit strange to see him sleeping upside down at first.

Overall, Hiccup as a hybrid would retain his usual persona and a bit of Toothless.

He's a hunter... and your companion for life.

You may not like what he has in store for you, but he promises he does it out of love.

[lipglossanon]

Merry Xmas Everybody

shape shifter/wendigo!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, monsterfucking or I guess I should say monster sucking 😜, cock worship, dirty talk, condescending comments, light collaring

title from Merry Xmas Everybody by Slade

You’ve both returned from spending the day out at the local Christmas village, checking out the quaint little shops and stalls. It’s dark out now, and cold, leading Leon to snuggle up to you on the couch as if he’s not the equivalent to a blazing furnace.   

“Seriously, I’m gonna melt here,” you grouch at him, trying to pry him away from nuzzling into your neck, “just scoot over a smidge.”

“Uh uh,” he mouths against your skin, sharp teeth scraping softly creating chill bumps, “it’s cold. And besides that, I’m comfy.”

Huffing, you try one last time to push him away, but his arms quickly wrap around your waist, claws coming out to prick you through your sweater. 

“Stay still,” he rumbles, voice dipping into that low octave that has slick pooling in your panties. 

Pinning you to his side, he goes back to nuzzling and nipping at your neck. His claws dig into your skin enough to make you hiss but that only causes him to groan and gently bite your throat. 

“Been wanting to fuck you all day,” he whines, “but you said we had to wait til we got home.”

You laugh, “Leon, I wasn’t going to fuck you in a side alley in below freezing weather.”

“So that means in the summer—“

You snort out another laugh and he lifts his head up, horns shifting outward from his hair, squinting those catlike eyes at you. 

“Think it’s a joke, huh?” he smirks at you before grabbing your hand and pressing it down on the bulge in his jeans. 

Your lips part in a breathy sigh, eyes drooping as arousal floods your veins. He grinds your palm down harder and you feel as his cocks twitch against the fabric. 

“Maybe you should put your mouth to better use instead of running it,” he purrs temptingly into your ear, “make it up to me for having to wait all day.” 

Nodding, your mouth floods with saliva as you shuffle down onto your knees between his spread thighs. You’ve thought about sucking Leon off ever since you met him, but the opportunity hasn’t presented itself as he’s always so gung-ho to stuff your pussy with both dicks every chance he gets. 

“Such a pretty mate,” he grins, sharp teeth flashing down at you as he pulls his jeans and underwear to his thighs, leaking cocks freed for your greedy eyes and mouth. 

Placing your hands on his thighs, you lean forward and lick at the closest one, smearing precum all over your lips like some shiny new gloss. 

“Gonna take your time? Fuck, that’s so hot,” Leon groans spreading his legs as far as possible, “want help?”

You shake your head, “No, c’n do it.”

He chuckles meanly, “Oh, I’m sure you can.”

Whining, you part your lips and suck at the head of one cock before pulling away to do the same to the other. As you suckle the second head into your mouth, the first one kicks and drags a glob of precum across your cheek making your eyes flutter with a moan. 

“Like getting messy don’t you?” he mocks, “don’t worry, you’ll get that facial you’re looking for.”

Moaning even louder, you suck his cock further into your mouth. As you suck one, your hands come up to stroke and massage the other dick before you swap again. You try to fit both heads into your mouth, but since they’re too big, you can only drool and lick across their dripping slits, lapping up all the precum he’s leaking.

“My pretty, pretty mate,” he croons, cat eyes gleaming as his tail slips down to curl around your neck. 

Keening high in your throat, you sloppily suck one cock into your mouth while wrapping your fingers around the other, jerking him off slowly. His soft tail tightens like a collar around your neck. 

“Come on, show me how good you can be,” he purrs, sharp teeth grinning at you, making your skin prickle with want.    

Mewling, you let yourself get even messier, drooling and licking all over each cock, dragging your mouth up and down both thick lengths as you kiss and suck the blood hot skin. Both tips weep precum steadily, kicking and throbbing against your lips and chin, smearing a sticky mess across your cheeks. 

He chuckles and grabs the cock not stuffed in your mouth to smack across your hollowed out cheek, “You seem to really like this.”

You hum in agreement and pull off with a wet pop to let him feed the other cock into your mouth with a groan. 

“Suck me off,” he growls out, tenor low and strange making your nipples ache, “and while I’m creaming that wet little throat I’ll be covering your pretty face with a nice thick load.”

Moaning unabashedly, you eagerly bob your head faster, working your lips and tongue all down his dripping length until the tip kisses the back of your throat. With a soft gag, you pull off to catch your breath, only to quickly repeat yourself, being more mindful of your limit. 

His big hand easily wraps around his other big dick, allowing him to jerk off in tandem with your messy blowjob. With a rumbling snarl, he snaps his hips up once.. twice.. and spills deep into your throat as he coats your face with his thick, sticky cum. 

You have to pull off with a cough, cum dripping all down your chin as you try to swallow what you can. More of his sticky cum spurts from each tip to coat your lips and chin. He snakes his hands underneath your arms and pulls you up into his lap. 

“Oh, now this I like,” he coos sweetly, “my little mate showing everyone who owns her.”

With a shiver, you grind down against his leg, “Leon, please.”

“Okay, okay,” he clicks his tongue and you catch a hint of animal skull around his eyes before he smiles at you, “let’s get you cleaned up and then I wanna eat you out til you squirt all over my face. Return the favor.”

He winks at you and with a laugh picks you up bridal style to carry you to the master en-suite bathroom. 

[ghostlymothart]

WARNING DISTURBING IMAGERY/WRITING I think? I'm not sure.

I made Most of the Welcome Home crew as Creepy MONSTERS! I still have three more to make but I've been a little stuck though.... You'll have to like read about the thought process to make any sense of these if you want that is. this was all made like Before the big update

Julie Joyful

For Julie's design I sorta focused more on her hair!Her arms are inside her hair and her arms can kinda like slit into two more pairs of arms this more of her claws are poking out of her hair but they can reform into having one pair of arms. I made her have actual horns and I made them bigger! (Since If I remember she doesn't actually have horns just a hair band with stubby horns I think) I gave her huge teeth! Last but not least I gave her like a demon/Stegosaurus tail! Very scary and Henry deadly! I gave her hives that look like very tall high heels

Howdy Pillar

Has bugs coming out of his arms, legs, and back of his neck! Has a very large toung that has a very sharp point at the end of it! He has another pair of eyes! He has Teeth like Julies but he also has like mandibles coming out of the side of his face along another set of arms to give him a more bug like appearance along with the reason being that most bugs have six or more arms!

Barnaby I made him a Lot bigger! I also made him look like he's hunched over a bit because of the Spine spikes on his back that also form into a tail at the end as you can see part of his spine comes out at the end of his back where his tailbone should be (this is basically it's a bigger deadlier tail! There's also what seems to be Chain cuffs around his neck, arms and feet to make him feel more Creepy and menacing! Barnaby also has rib-like bones around the sides of his stomach. After looking at his design a lot he kind of looks like Godzilla to me and I thought that was an interesting thought.

Poppy

I really struggled with her monster designs so I had to think it over for a bit and decided in some kind of bird monster that already exists. So I decided to base her design off of the cockatrice! (A bird monster that turns people to stone!) I added bandages to her design because I felt that it would just fit with her design a bit. I also made her neck longer with snake like parts! As I did with her tail too! I also made part of her wings into like dragon wings kind of- She also has very long claw-like hands, they're very sharp!

Frank

He's a more newer design I've made. He has the Body of like a caterpillar/Centipede he also has like Centipede/Worm tendrils??? His design is suppost to be more bug like, since he mostly studies them, and just knows a lot about them so it just made since to me that he'd have something more bug like in his monster design.

THE WH CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME THEY BELONG TO PARTYCOFFIN

[desires-of-chain]

Been really obsessed with thinking about the chain as dragon shifters (similar to Volga in Hyrule Warriors) lately. Dragon features are incredibly hot as it is - big horns, sharp teeth and claws, big wings and tail - and thinking about the variety in presentations when in half dragon form, as well as certain aspects of dragon culture: specifically the idea of reader being part of the chosen dragon's hoard (or all the dragons present's hoard, if going poly/partial poly chain).

Gonna focus on just my fave few - Time, Twilight, Warriors - because those are who I've thought about the most with it and my personal faves.

Warriors is majestic. Bright royal blue in wings and scales, horns curling gracefully back from his forehead, tail agile and used to knock over enemies and curl around your waist in equal measure. Most fond of being in half dragon form, and has a habit of putting his scarf and other wearable trinkets on you as a way of marking you as his hoard. Will bamf out the wings just to curl around you and protect you with them while you sleep. If going with the dnd model of dragon colouration equalling type of elemental power, then Warriors dragon power is a bright crackling breath of lightning. Swift, seeking, shocking and tangible in the air when he's feeling high emotions. Electrifying kisses upon your neck and tingling touches on bare skin as he slowly and purposefully shows you exactly how prized you are within his hoard.

Time is the biggest by far, and even half dragon form has him shifting to tower over all else. Can't decide between stunning earthy greens or elegant chilling white for his colouration, but both work really well for him, so perhaps he's a mix of both. Call it a side effect of the Fierce Deity, that shock of white. He personally enjoys being either fully human or fully dragon most, but isn't afraid to shift to half form for you - whether that be to protect you in battle, wielding the biggoron sword in a single hand, or to really feed into the inevitable size kink you'd develop dating him. his horns curling around his ears from the top of his head, framing your faces while you kiss and enjoy the full weight and size of him on top of you, the biggest you've ever taken. The biggest you ever will take, because he's not letting you go now.

Twilight is deep shining blacks and greys, mirroring his wolf form with large thick horns that poke up and out like his wolven ears. He is by far the most possessive of them all - as far as he's concerned, you are his and his alone (only willing to share you in the polychain because the others treat you like divinity, and he likes you happy). He doesn't grow much in half form, if at all, but the aerial capability he gains with his large, powerful wings allow him to absolutely dominate the battlefield with soaring up and plunging down with all his strength and bulk. When it comes to you, he's completely fine with exerting his dragon authority to keep you protected and pleasured, his deep rumbling voice as his pounds into you letting everyone know for miles around that you are mated and taken.

With the three of them all laying claim to you, it's a lot of physical affection and big cuddle piles, a mess of wings and tails tangling in one another as they all try to curl around you. Perhaps the butting of heads (and horns) about not being able to share as well as they should, but one big puppy eyes from you has them all bending to your will without much fuss. And of course, when mating season comes along, you have your hands full with three very horny, very possessive dragons that all barely take turns completely ravaging you until they're satisfied. At least the nest they make is spectacularly comfy to rest in between rounds.

I think I'm gonna write something with Warriors for this - I really like the idea of reader getting a bit injured in a battle while separated from Warriors, and his dragon instincts to protect his hoard going haywire as he smells the blood. Just ripping through bokoblins in a rage, ignoring everyone else to take reader away from danger the second the battle is (mostly) over. Settling them down on the ground away from the chaos, wings covering them protectively as he patches the reader's wounds, growling and muttering about slaughtering whatever dared lay a hand on you, my hoard, my treasure, can't they see you're already claimed? And, of course, making sure reader knows just how much he cares about them, and how very much they are his. If they couldn't tell you were already part of his hoard, then he'll just have to lay claim to you all over again... make it obvious who you belong to.

Anyway. dragons hot. I'd be excited to see anyone else's thoughts on this concept, especially the other links' dragon forms

- wizard anon

🧙 anon,

I'm gon go feral, I swear to the gods, I will. This. This is the shit I was waiting for. Dragon chain. The dragon AU. I love the description you gave each of them. I love it, I love it, I LOVE IT! See if I could show what I imagine what their dicks look like, I would but Tumblr humbles people so I'm not gon risk it lmao.

I would like to have a Time pls. I wanna spoil him in scritches and love uwu

[theleslistuff]

Danny may 2024

Day 11 Mutation

The ice beast

Second part of; https://www.tumblr.com/theleslistuff/697151428019486720/the-ice-king-no-one-knows-au-but-what-if-dannys?source=share

Ghost king Danny au, Nobody knows au, Feral ghost puberty au

Warnings; body horror, loss of humanity and autonomy, self harm, attempt to suicide

Danny has taken over the ghost zone in matter of days, the title of king is rightfully his anyways, there was no real opposition.

But he could not help but to feel insecure...

Every royal seems to look at him in pity, talk slower to him as if he could not understand, except for prince Aragon who would hold a proud grin around him as if the dragon Lord knew something he didn't knew.

Even so, he liked to have him as a company, feeling he's treating him normally unlike his annoying sister who would try to approach him like all the others with slow pet-like talk.

-Shut up! -

The ghost boy yelled at the lady, not really listening to anything she said... Not wanting to recognize he barely understands anything in his last 3 meetings, he used to understand when everyone talked slowly despite how annoying it was, with Aragon he doesn't understand anything at all, but feeling comfort in him talking to him like he understands has made him agree to sign every paper he brings.

That's the reason for Dora's visit.

-Shh... It's alright my liege... I'm just... Trying to make you... See, my brother... Will take your crown... When ghost puberty ends... -

The ghost lady said as slow and understandable as possible, like talking to a wild animal, it was evident for the horns, sharp fangs, tail, spines and fur on their king who used to be a humanoid ghost, he's going through an awful ghost puberty and unlike the far frozen (who he refused to call them for help), Danny has been acting more... feral.

-I don't care!, get out! -

He yelled at her as he pushed her out side, he was not angry for something he didn't understood, he is angry because he no longer understood a word.

-This should have stopped, why is it not stopping?! -

The ghost boy exclaimed as he looked at his hands..., his nails have gotten longer and black, the fur has covered his skin completely, as he turned his hands to see his palms, it's evident de dark color on his fingertips and a bigger patch on his palm with no hair in those areas and getting gradually numb as the black skin swells it's evident those are no longer hands but just...

Paws

He clenched his hands into a fist, not wanting to see his disfigured hands.

Pacing in circles around the meeting room tries to calm himself down.

-It's ok..., I'm the king now..., I don't have to be in disposal all the time..., I'll just... Stay here until it stops... -

He said to himself, he doesn't notice he has been purring and growling when he walks, but when he finally does, he abruptly stops, his tail slapping the floor in anger makes him finally snap and let go a roar as he grabs the long tail and tries to rip it off, making large cuts with his claws and teeth... He has gotten past the point he could cut it long ago...

He winced in pain when one cut reached a nerve, he dropped the tail and allowed it to heal back.

Danny wanted to cry and scream, but he couldn't show weakness, he couldn't show he was not in control of his own body and he was not a full ghost...

He feels his face ache..., he knows when something in him aches the next time he sees it, it's a monstrous new version of it.

This makes his heart sink

he puts his hands on his face in a poor attempt to stop it, the ache turns into full pain as his mandibles began to crack and stretch.

He let go of his face and screamed, dropping on his knees as he did.

The process never stopped and he could feel his jaw open wider as it resembled more a muzzle, with his gums turning black as the little human teeth he had sharpened and reshaped all along the muzzle, his tongue turns green and rough resembling a feline tongue, his nostrils began to bleed as they were forced to grow wider and change their position and even color and texture resembling a canine nose.

But as soon as it started, it stopped.

He was panting exhausted for the change, even so he raised a hand to his face, immediately feeling a snout similar to the far frozen people..., His snout...

He immediately put down his hand and got up, he hasn't noticed his back got slightly curved too, all thanks to the cape he wears... But the shock of the muzzle is too much for him.

-I'm... A beast... -

The boy said with a strange feeling because of the new muzzle, some saliva is dripping from it, totally horrified and grossed out he runs around the room trying to find something... Anything to end this, to not feel this any longer and he knows his claws are not enough, when he finds a sword in the room he's almost relieved as he holds it... Pointing at his core, laughing and crying as he prepares to dig it inside of his chest, he raised it high and...

An ecto blast threw the sword away from his hands.

He turned around to see the responsible...

Dora didn't wait for him to react as she rushed by his side and hugged him.

-It's ok...-

She said in a soft tone..., he could not understand it, but it made him feel... Safe.

He hugged her back and cried.

-I don't... Want to be a... Monster... -

She didn't answer, it was no use... He could not understand her and she knows she could not lie about his destiny...

[peapodsinspace]

Moomin x JJBA AU - Intro post!

Hello!!!! I figured I should make a post about this, and probably some other aus too eventually…

(I’m gonna go ahead and put this under a cut cus it’ll be long, but even if you don’t care about the au I promise it’s not just words!!! I put silly drawings too!!!)

Alright! So this is an au where characters from jjba are like moomin characters! To clarify, they are still in their normal universe, with stands! (I may also do some spin offs in a no stands/ actually in moomin valley version of this au too!)

I’m calling this the “JOJOxter au” because all of the jojos are joxters :]

I’ll start with a list of each species + a brief explanation of traits / details!

(Note that I have made moomins / snorks roughly the same thing in this which is why there isn’t a section for moomins)

Joxters

Joxters are very cat like, in appearance and behavior. They tend to be very adventurous, though sometimes lazy by nature (though this is the general rule, there is of course exceptions to this!).

Physical traits can include: cat-like eyes (yellow sclera and cat pupils), retractable claws, sharp canine teeth, markings on the nose bridge, cat-like ears and tails, fur on various places of the body (hands, forearms, chest, legs, etc), and whiskers.

Mymbles

Mymbles are the most humanoid of the bunch. They can be anywhere from extremely short (like little my (from moomins) or diego (in my au), to extremely tall (like mymble mama or mista). Mymbles often have a love of chaos and general shenanigans. They are also known for having strong familial bonds. Mymbles are able to hibernate, and do so occasionally.

Physical traits can include: small horns with rounded ends, skinny tails, and sharp teeth.

Snufkins

Snufkin are a mix between Mymbles and joxters. They can show traits more similar to one or the other, be a perfect mix of the two, or even change from one to the other. As such a lot of their characteristics depend on the individual!

Physical traits can include: cat-like eyes (usually without the yellow sclera), tails, sharp teeth, pointy or claw-like nails, fur on various parts of the body, and whiskers.

Muddles

Muddles are generally known for being very emotional, or feeling one (or more) emotions very strongly. Usually anxiety or fear (moomin example is the muddler), but it can be any emotion(s). They often like to collect things, and get attached to or find comfort in their collection.

Physical traits can include: long floppy ears (like a rabbit’s), whiskers, long tails, fur on the legs, and large eyes.

Snorks

Snorks are very round looking creatures, known for being very soft! They are able to change the color of their fur based on their emotions. Snorks are known for being friendly or accommodating, but this is more due to general snork philosophy rather than a trait! They often have many hobbies, and are known to be very big on hibernating the winters away, though they don’t have to.

Physical traits can include: pointy ears, long tails with tufts of fur on the end, paw pads, and round faces

Here is a doodle page I did to decide how I want to draw each species:

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I just realized how long this is… yikes

Anyways! That’s basically the meat of it, so next is mostly just doodles!!!

Here’s bruno and jotaro! (Bruno is a snufkin and jotaro is a joxter)

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Here’s drawings of diego and silver bullet I did:

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For context, this is how horses are drawn in the moomins (or at least *a* horse) and I thought it would be funny to draw them like that too!

So diego rides a normal sized horse in this, since having a small one would put him at a severe disadvantage in the race!

Here’s some miscellaneous drawings! (For reference fugo is a muddle, narancia and mista are mymbles, jolyne is a joxter, and FF is a snork!)

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In this au instead of FF being plankton, they’re a bunch of hattifatteners!

Alrighty!!! That’s all! I hope you enjoyed, even if you just skimmed everything :]

Please reblog, comment, or send me asks about this au if you have any questions!!!

[vera-king-hrfl]

OK sooooo I guess this belongs in naughty bg3 confessions, but after writing this, I pinned my partner down and finished them in 3 1/2 minutes. I think that's a personal record.

Spicy Rolan fanfic, part 3 chapter 1. Link and a taste for my darlings.

He has tears on his cheeks as well, and he hitches a bit, pressing his forehead to yours with your hand still looped around his horn. He nods against you. “It is, yes. I never expected…” He chuckles, “When we first met, I absolutely did just want to sleep with you, but I was a horny jerk, and I hadn’t been with anyone in... and you were so gorgeous. I was mean to you because I was mad at you but you still made my cock hard. When… but the first time we were together I already wanted a lot more. I want all of you. In every way I can have you.” He kisses you again, but softer this time, briefly, with trembling emotion. “Is that alright? If I make love to you now?”

You pull back and look at him carefully, “are you alright? You were weak…”

He growls and turns you both, showing no sign of fatigue, flipping you around onto your back and lowering himself over you. He presses his whole considerable weight onto your body, sliding one knee under your leg, and you feel the hot hard length of his arousal grind against you. His eyes are blazing, his voice deep and capricious, “I think I’m fine, my love, but you may want to save that scroll for yourself.”

You gasp weakly at the feel of him, his heat and power, as he lowers his head past your mouth and, reaching up to grip your hair and pull your head back, sinks his sharp teeth into your tender throat. You cry out, the sensation so strong that your whole body arches, lifting even him a little from the bed. He jerks and shudders, rolling his hips, and you think for a second that he’s going to come in his pants, but he jerks away and hisses, eyes squeezed shut. “Ohhhh I do like that. You taste… I… I need to slow down before I damage you.” He eases his weight a little, breathing harshly, trying to control himself. You care about none of that and you whine, pushing your pelvis up against him, desperate to feel him on you, wanting him inside you.

“Please,” you whimper, “Rolan please don’t stop I need you.” He pushes himself to his knees and rakes the silky chestnut hair from his face, grinning. His hand reaches behind him and you know he’s untying the tape that holds his pants.

“And you’re going to have me. All of me. In every way you want. I’m a quick study. I know what makes you fall apart. But there are these clothes in the way.” His other hand reaches for your undershirt, and he tears it from you with one jerk of his hand. He looks at it, taking in the claws that he hadn’t cut in weeks. He chuckles. “You may be a bit bloody after I’m done with you. I think I have a healing potion somewhere, but I don’t think you care. In fact, I think I want you bitten and bruised. Let everyone see what I did to you and how much you like it. Let them see what the uptight pissy wizard can do when he gets going. But first, I think you should come here and wrap your beautiful lips around my cock.”

You struggle to a sitting position, amazed and deeply aroused by his behavior. He shoves his pants down and takes the ruddy ribbed length in his hand, beckoning to you. “But I know your game, little one, I taught you too well how to ruin me. Keep your hands behind your back. You can get them on my tail later.”

You do so, clenching your hands together at the base of your spine and leaning forward to lick the tip of his cock and he groans, thighs flexing. You lavish him that way for a while before you open your mouth and let him push your head down his length, moaning beautifully. “I’m sorry,” he gasps, “just… just let me watch you for a minute. Let me work this out. Gods I can’t believe you’re really mine you’re so…” He begins to pull you up and down, flexing, fucking your throat. You feel your pants soaking with your desire for him, your need to give him pleasure, doing your best to adapt to his rhythm. It doesn’t last long before he’s shaking, but he pulls away quickly.

He pulls you up for a searing kiss, pushing at your trousers before he just rips those off as well and pushes you down on your back. He rids both of you of the remains of the shredded fabric and lowers himself over you again. He pauses, suddenly emotional. “I know you might not believe me, but I was never very good at this. I was always so nervous. So needy.” He laughs, “I’ve disappointed a few people. It’s you who brings this out in me. I want you to feel good. I love you and I want this to be so good for you, but… just… stay still for a minute. I don’t want… I want this to last.”

You caress his beautiful face, trembling, “I love you and everything you do to me is so incredible. The first time, I thought I would burst into flames with needing you. The second time, you made me come almost immediately. My love, you just never had the right partner. Neither have I. We are perfectly matched with each other. I will be still. I will do anything you want. Just please, take me before I… ohhhhhmmmm”

You groan as he slowly pushes into you, and you can feel his tight control, trying to keep his motion easy and gradual. Still, there is a brief hard thrust at the end, before he is sheathed completely within your straining walls. He stops there, struggling, eyes tightly shut for a minute before panting out a breath and looking down at you. You are completely filled with his throbbing cock, stretched around him and quivering, little cramps racing through your belly as you try to accommodate him. You look up at him in wonder, stroking his face and hair. He shifts, settling himself, biting his lip and running his fingers over your flushed face. He leans down to press his lips to yours, kissing you deeply, lovingly, and you feel your heart beat in time with his heart, with the flames of his eyes, with the throb of his length inside you. The moment is transcendent.

[rosemaidenvixen]

For the Halloween thing: not quite a crossover, but Strickler and Jim swap with Eda and Luz role wise in TOH , (not sure WHAT or who that would make Hooty and King in this AU) Jim doesn't know that Strickler is cursed, not until the elixirs Strickler uses run out. Jim thinks there's a monster in the house. And it's hunting him. (or is it?)

Jim sat huddled behind the couch, holding a hand against his mouth to prevent small sounds from escaping with a small imp-like demon pressed against his side. Both of them hiding from the much larger creature that had prowled in from the hall. Desperately hoping the beast couldn’t smell the sweat trickling down his neck or hear his booming heart.

How had he gotten himself into this mess again?

It had started when he’d accidentally fallen into a magical world while biking to school one morning. Then after breaking and entering and an impromptu prison riot he’d made the decision, admittedly terrible looking back now, to stay in said magical world over the summer so his mom wouldn’t have to pay for an expensive summer camp while she took classes in LA. Sure the ground had teeth and the fairies wanted to eat his skin, but staying with a witch he’d met, trading chores for magic lessons, hadn’t seemed like a bad idea.

Then said witch had turned out to be cursed, which did make things more complicated but still manageable.

Until they ran out of the potion needed to keep said curse at bay. 

So all that brought Jim to where he was now, hiding from a cursed witch stuck in beast mode while he rampaged through the house.

And to top it all off, he was trapped in the house with said cursed witch thanks to the boiling rain.

Boiling. Rain.

Yeah when he’d first seen this place that morning he should have just kept on biking.

A sharp poke in his side pulled him out of his thoughts. Looking down to see the small demon, Notenrique, glaring up at him. 

His teacher refused to describe their relationship with Notenrique as anything beyond roommates, even if that didn’t strike Jim as the full truth. Once he’d asked about the meaning behind the name ‘Notenrique’ only to have the small demon give him a ten minute rant about how stupid the name ‘Jim Lake Jr’ was. Since then he tried not to ask questions.

“Oy beanpole, you got a plan yet?” 

“Working on it,” Jim whispered.

“Well work faster!”

There was a creak of the floorboards behind them and they both instantly went still and silent. After a few seconds Jim risked a peek around the side of the couch. Only to see the doorway obscured by a towering figure. 

Nearly eight feet tall if they stood upright, although even hunched over they were still massive, pale green skin and long ivory horns. Large wings folded against his back and long tail thumping against the ground, giving him an overall draconic look, as he sniffed the air in the room. 

Glowing gold eyes pierced through the gloom, and even in the low light Jim could still see the rows of dagger-like teeth lining his jaw. Quickly ducking back behind the couch, Jim held his breath, beside him he could feel Notenrique doing the same, desperately hoping they remained undetected.

The beast gave the room another sniff and then mercifully started to retreat, moving through the doorway and heading further down the hall away from them. Jim didn’t move, he waited one second, two, five, ten. Only then did he finally allow himself to rela–

“Hello!”

Jim jerked, stifling his scream into a strangled squeak and smacking his head on the side of a table. Notenrique shot straight up in the air and landed on the back of the couch, claws out and hackles raised.

“Hooty…” Jim clutched his chest, struggling to get his breathing under control. He was way too young to be having heart attacks “Don’t do that!”

“Yeah you dumb bird worm!” Notenrique glared at him, crawling from the couch back into Jim’s lap.

“Why the long faces fellas?” Hooty twisted his neck until he was staring at them upside down “Don’t worry, I brought you a present!”

His coils spasmed and he started to gag.

“Wait Hooty could you not do that right he–”

Hooty barfed up an owl pellet straight onto Jim’s lap, Notenrique jumping clear at the last second.

Jim grimaced, picking through the mess. Rat bones, twigs, a live bat that flew free up into the rafters, some unlucky person’s scroll–

And a glowing yellow bottle.

Jim grabbed the bottle, heart pounding, but his time from sheer relief “Is this the elixir? Oh man Hooty you’re a lifesaver!”

Notenrique scurried onto Jim’s shoulder “Bout time you made yourself useful,”

“Hey I’m always useful!”

“Then stop screeching at four in the morning!”

“It’s my duty as the owl house to ensure everyone’s is up on time,”

“On time for what? Our ears bleeding!?”

“Guys guys give it a rest!” Jim angled himself between them “We have bigger things to deal with right now,”

Notenrique glowered but stayed quiet while Hooty harumphed “I like the universe with Luz and King better,”

“I– wai– you what?”

“Beanpole do yourself a favor and don’t pay too close attention to Hooty’s nonsense,”

Jim shook himself off, he had the elixir they needed to cure him. Now all they had to do was get it to him…

“Alright guys, I think I have a plan,”

--

A pounding headache, so forceful it threatened to crack his skull in two, was the first thing he was aware of, the second was an unbearably dry texture to his mouth and a brightness behind his eyelids compounding his headache. Raising a hand to rub at his throbbing skull to try and aleve the pressure.

When it became clear that wasn’t working he reached out with his other arm, fumbling around until he eventually found the side of the nest. Forcing himself to ignore the pain and push himself upright only to get smacked with a wave of nausea.

Strickler groaned, leaning heavily against the side of the nest while rubbing his face. His entire body felt like cement, heavy and cumbersome and barely able to move.

From beyond him there was a soft scuffling sound.

“Hey he’s awake,”

Despite his head pounding in protest, Strickler forced himself to pry his eyes open, bright light assaulting his corneas, and pulled himself upright.

He was lying in his nest in his room, which was a disaster. Furniture torn apart and upended, random bits of debris scattered about. Jim and Notenrique were standing near the window, which it looked like they’d patched with a wooden board, instantly hurrying to his side.

Notenrique jumped from Jim’s shoulder to the edge of the nest “How ya feeling bossman?”

Strickler dragged a hand down his face “Like I got in a battle with a truck and lost,”

Jim winced, running a hand through the back of his hair and refusing to meet Strickler’s eye “Yeah about that…”

Strickler followed his line of sight to a license plate laying in the middle of the nest

All at once it came slamming back to him. Agreeing to take on a human student against his better judgment. Being distracted by Jim’s presence, neglecting to stock up in elixirs–

“My curse…”

“Don’t worry, things kind of got crazy-town-banana-pants for a while, but we were able to get you your elixir and calm things down,”

A sour taste rose up in the back of his throat “I’m so sorry Jim, and to you Notenrique,”

“Oh no don’t be,” Jim held up both hands “It wasn’t my truck, and it looks like you can digest metal ok,”

“No I– wait, I ate a truck!?”

Jim and Notenrique glanced at each other then flashed Strickler matching sheepish grins.

He glanced back and forth between them before letting out a heavy sigh “I’ve let you both down. My curse is my responsibility to manage and I failed to do so. Jim I’ll arrange for you to board somewhere else for the rest of your summer. All I ask is that you care for Notenrique–”

“Whoa whoa–” Jim held up both hands “I’m not going anywhere,”

“I can’t possibly ask you to stay after I lost control–”

“This isn’t your fault,” Jim came up directly to the side of the nest “You had a slip up, it happens. I’m not leaving you over one mistake,”

“But I–”

“No buts bossman,” Notenrique scrambled over to perch himself on top of his head “I don’t care if you hulk out every now and again, you’re stuck with me for life, so no take backs!”

Strickler leaned against the side of the nest, exhaustion weighing on him heavily “Boys I am heartened by your faith in me, but the fact of the matter is my curse is dangerous. And these events have proven that I am a threat to you both,”

No one said anything, the only sound the drumming of the boiling rain against the roof. Then after a long time Jim swung himself over to sit on the edge of the nest.

“Look Strickler I…I’m still learning about magic and curses, but I know a little bit about chronic conditions. And from what you told me it sounds like your curse isn’t something you can control, only manage. And for all the weeks I’ve been here you did manage it. I didn’t even know you were cursed until…”

Jim’s gaze drifted down towards the license plate before he shook himself off and continued “Anyways, this was just one slip up,”

“Yeah,” Notenrique spoke up from his perch on top of Strickler’s head “You managed it real good for years, I can’t even remember a time you went all hulky before,”

Blue eyes twinkled, legs thrown out into the nest with ankles crossed and arms folded across his chest “Point is Strickler, if you want to get rid of us you’re going to have to do better than hulking out on your curse and chasing us around the house,”

Notenrique jumped over to perch on his shoulder, matching his cocky look “Yeah, what he said,”

Strickler glanced back and forth between the two boys, a heaviness settling in his chest. He wanted to call them foolish and naive, he wanted to demand that they leave, forcing them out with an abomination if he had to. That’s what a good pa– a good teacher would do.

But instead Strickler stupidly, selfishly got to his feet “Thank you boys. Now I know the house is a mess but I am exhausted and I imagine you two are feeling much of the same, so what do you say we have some dinner and leave the cleaning for tomorrow,”

He stepped out of the nest, Jim following with Notenrique still on his shoulder, letting out a small chuckle as he stepped over a mangled stop sign lying in the doorway “Although from the looks of things I may have filled up on automobiles and street signs,”

“Nah that’s what beanpole used to smack you in the face so I could pour the elixir down your throat,”

Strickler whirled towards Jim, spotting the boy staring back at him with a nervous grin.

Despite himself Strickler felt a smile tugging at his own lips.

What a student indeed.

“Well then I’m sure you worked up an appetite,”

[professional-jaywalker]

The art of shapeshifting

Free form rambling

I've since a while stopped trying to label my various cameos and flickers, and with life going as usual, I've talked about them less than when I was a high schooler. I much prefer calling myself a roadrunner therian and that's it, more than trying to find a word for every fluctuation of my being, every change in the way my claws superimpose my fingers, every strange reaction. The bird is always there. Maybe it's not always clear what exactly is going on, maybe sometime the roadrunner has spurs, or a peacock crown, or a snake tail sprouting out, but if I squint, it's still roadrunner shaped, so I simply don't change the label, since it always come back to a more proper roadrunner form.

Currently, I'm also a cockatrice. I've got a third eye in the middle of the head, a carbuncle with three overlapping eyelids. I've got rooster hackle, and a shrill dissonant call that freezes the mind of the ones who hear. I've got a breath that kills all that smell it, plants, animals, humans. There's no real thematic reason for me to be a cockatrice right now, really it's quite silly to be sprouting out spurred reptilian wings and sharp talons while walking to an entomology class, perfectly content. It's a nice change of pace however, and I like the feeling of vicious powerfulness that comes with it, without the problems of having to actually manage all that deadly weaponry.

The whole shebang seems to have happened due to my brain somehow interpreting a peer as nonhuman, when he is not, creating a strange territoriality of my draconic side toward what I perceived as unicorn.

Sometimes I can predict when my brain morphs to something else for a while, researching a particular animal tends to do it. I've been a crab spider when I researched them, 8 movement aware eye, a mechanical strangely calm mind, the raptorial arms and the need to lay myself out like a wolftrap. Wish I could provoke them intentionally, I'd be spending my weekends exploring the intricacies of a sea wasp, the complexity of a siphonophore, the strangeness of an hydridae, would make learning my classes much easier. It might be interesting to actively try, create a whole ritual of it, like werewolf witches of the old adorning a pelt. Sadly my choices of cnidarian artefacts are rather limited.

I miss, however, how strong my shift were at my awakening. I don't quite even feel phantom limbs much anymore, just the lack thereof. I can "see" with my mind eye what should be there, but I can't feel it. I can still focus enough to feel the wind in my wings for a few minutes, but no more do I suddenly feel belly scutes of a rat snake along the stairs as I paradoxically walk and crawl up them, no more do I wake up with strange horns, strange crests, strange teeth. It's quite a shame.

[veiledfox]

An Experiment Most Marvelous [ IV ]

"How are you feeling, Lady Kyuushi?" The Doll seating herself onto the side of the bed by the Kitsune laid back under the covers. A hand settling over and around Kyuushi's wrist as her other rises in front of herself. Conjuring a vitals display with her Magicks to check how her charge was doing.

"Like my body's on fire." One could say she was exaggerating, but considering a gently rolling blue ethereal flame had engulfed her entire body? More accurately, she was actively focusing on her healing Magicks. With her ninth tail, she should be up and about by now, but something about the nature of the damage she suffered forced this recovery to take a while longer.

"Though to be clearer and more honest, better. Sore, still, sluggish and heavy. Head hurts, fingers ache, my lower back is... tingly? It's a bit rough to move at all too. Any idea why that's happening?"

"Your muscular structure, from what I can tell, was broken down constantly by the Curse." A quick response, moving her hand from Kyuushi's wrist to her abdomen to press and feel at the muscles beneath. "As I mentioned before, I was able to pull you out of the water, but before that, and after, you were convulsing and writhing without end. Judging by what I could tell was happening, your whole body was being torn apart."

"You mentioned something was keeping me alive though?"

"Yes, your healing Magicks were not only active, but it seemed they were in some kind of overflow state. They were stronger, faster, and fueled by something other than your own Aether. From what I've researched, the only things to match have been the Grand Kitsune's personal healing Magicks, an Elven Healing ceremony, and Resurection spells. If not for whatever was causing such overflow, you'd be a pile of viscera and blood in the Ido Front."

Kyuushi takes a long, slow, deep breath in before sighing out her exhale. "Wonderful... So... whatever kept me alive reconstructed by body constantly from the sounds of it. Though when it comes to the reason things feel... stronger, I seem to have undergone some changes during the process as well. Am I understanding that right?"

"Yes, Lady Kyuushi. Comparing your body as it is now to how it had been prior, it has changed rather noticeably. Put simply, more of your Oni genetics have become active, making your body stronger and more durable. Your horns are now twelve inches instead of six, your claws are another inch longer, and the points of them are practically razor sharp." Moving the hand from the Woman's abdomen to her wrist again. Lifting the hand carefully and easing her thumb along the palm to urge fingers to extend and display such claws.

"On top of this, your canines have grown longer, and your vestigial fangs have grown with them." Resting her hand down again, she moves a hand to her chin to gently guide her mouth open. Briefly inspecting the inside, the roof, her gums, then focusing on the fangs before letting go. "They aren't curving outward like Oni fangs are known to, not any more than they already had been, but they are now just past your first bicuspid teeth in length. Cuspids and Fangs both sharper as well."

"Of course, as you've seen, you also have your ninth tail now. Though beyond that, fur density seems to have increased by around 50%. Thickness of the individual hairs has grown a similar amount, and length by an inch. The latter two changes having applied to both the fur of your tails, and the hair on your head. As for the density, it seems to be due to the tail itself having been the part of your body most effected by the Abyss' Curse."

Waving a hand over the display, it's contents change from Kyuushi's vitals to copied notes. Displaying her record of Kyuushi's recollection of how the creature named Nanachi and Bondrewd's transformation looked. Beside them, a recreation of the visuals described which matched the Kitsune's memory rather perfectly.

"Going back on what you had described happening when the Abyss' 'Blessing' was given, the description the tail you witnessed the Sovreign of Dawn grow seems to match the structure your tails have taken. You still posess the three base pieces that are natural for Kitsune of our Realm, though unlike the smaller points they had been before, they are now larger, thicker, and the three separations have taken a triangular formation.

I will also mention that their neutral angles now seem to be relative to each other, theoretically, your tails will naturally group together when idly following behind you. Appearing almost like one large tail, instead of nine separate ones, until something disturbs their formation or you will otherwise. They can still act individually, and it seems you'll still be able to manipulate them as you had been able to prior, but they will now have longer reach and be able to handle more weight each.

Lastly, unlike their three-foot length they were prior, they're now four-feet long. Due to all the changes your body has experienced, it's taking time for flesh and bone to heal in full and for your muscles to settle. Your healing Magicks are helping, from what I can tell, but you still need to rest for at least another 24 hours before you can safely be up and moving again."

Kyuushi was glad she had comissioned Hotaru when she did, to have a medically-aligned person in the Shrine Lands was already a good idea, but at times like this it was invaluble. To have the exact details of how her body had changed, of how it was recovering, it was most certainly helpful. Though to hear of how her tails had changed, it made her wonder if her true form would be any different than it was. She'd have to change into it sometime for Hotaru to inspect once she was fully recovered.

"Alright, thank you for everything, Hotaru."

"My pleasure, Lady Kyuushi. Please do try and sleep more." The Doll pats her shoulder before standing up. Pulling a cloth from a pocket she bends over the bed and the Kitsune to gently wipe at her forehead. "I'll check back in a few hours." Standing upright once more, and giving a small bow before she made her exit. Leaving Kyuushi alone to rest.

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

77?

full on mad scientist c!dream bc why not.

TW: Kidnapping, human experimentation, abuse, torture, implied suicide attempts, possessive behaviour, body horror, sleep deprivation, electrocution, drugging, and an incredibly unreliable narrator.

——

Day three of testing.

This subject seems more resilient than the others, and hasn’t broken under Dream's pulling and prodding yet. He thinks he might keep this one.

Caucasian male, roughly between fourteen and sixteen, blond hair, blue eyes. Six foot three and weighing far less than he should. Scars across his wrists, sleeping rough on the street, no missing person report. Either no one misses him or they think he's done the inevitable. Mouthy and loud, with a strange style of speaking that at first Dream categorised as obnoxious but has since found an odd charm in. Incredibly resilient, physically and mentally. Responds to positive reinforcement and praise far better than negative reinforcement and punishment, though both elicit amusing reactions.

What? Dream may be a scientist, but that doesn’t mean he can't have some fun every now and again. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

He doesn’t need a name- Subject 9 fits perfectly fine- but he loudly insists on being called Tommy with such a ferocity it is how Dream has started to mentally catalogue him as such. Never out loud- never show weakness, that gets you killed. Maybe one day, if Tommy earns it. If Tommy survives.

The idea of him dying seems wrong, somehow. He’s lasted longer than the others. Maybe Dream will take a new subject, for the riskier experiments, and keep Tommy to the relatively safer ones. Oh, he'll make him perfect someday, but he'll perfect that on others first, have them die on the operating table for him.

Somehow, Dream gets the feeling that Tommy wouldn’t appreciate that, and it only amuses him further.

There is a grace in his improvements most would not grasp. Patchwork grafts of skin, hiding the thin but durable layer of armour underneath. A hairless, prehensile tail, like a rats but rather more uneven. Mis-matched, oddly coloured eyes enabling perfect night vision. A mouth full of perfectly sharp, iron teeth, to fit his new dietary need for raw flesh. Horns jutting out of bloodied and raw flesh, irregular in shape, sharp enough to gore any man to death.

Most, Dream knew, would find the result horrifying. For Dream, it elicited the same sort of response as a particularly small kitten.

Of course, this was only a tiny fraction of the amount of changes needed to truly make the perfect being. He needed to be taller, stronger. Claws, hooves, stingers, spikes. A million lethal poisons at his disposal. Wings, large enough to allow his form to take into the air. Enhancements to the brain, cybernetics to allow him to think as fast and as logically as any supercomputer. Induced obedience- preferably, that of a sort that wouldn’t interfere with his hilarious shows of defiance that much.

Really, Tommy should be thanking him. Instead, he was being an ungrateful little wretch.

Sighing, Dream administers another shock to the half-conscious subject, forcing him to open his eyes yet again. “You’re not done.”

“I- I can’t do anymore, man.” Lazily, the ungrateful brat gestured at the course Dream had so generously built to test his abilities. “I haven’t slept in days. I can’t move.”

Fine. Dream's soft heart will be the death of him, he knows, because he can’t resist those puppy dog eyes. He'd let the kid have a few hours. But first…

“You want to sleep?” Dream grinned. “Beg for it, then.”

“Wha- why?” Tommy glared up at him, trying very hard to look intimidating and failing.

“If you’re not going to be doing our tests, for the greater good of all humanity, at the very least you can be of some entertainment, surely.”

The defeated look on Tommy's face was priceless. “I- I- please let me sleep, I promise I’ll do all the tests later, please, I’ll be good, I will, promise, sir-“

“Doctor.” Dream insisted.

“Yeah, yeah. Doctor. Just- I’m so fuckin' tired, man. Please.”

And how could Dream resist such a polite request?

Only the most minute of shock was visible on the subjects face as the needle pierced his flesh, before the medicine quickly glazed over, leaving him dazed in a second and asleep in two. Like an animal, in hibernation. How fascinating.

Draping the least bloody sheet he could find over his prone form like a blanket, Dream paused a second before leaving the cell, smiling. “Sweet dreams, my Tommy.”

[slimegirlsoda]

Behold!!!! A list of all my known forms!

Slimegirl!:

I just wanna be gooey and melty and drench people when I hug them! Blowing bubbles in myself Also having some loose form shifting abilities. I would be bubbly like soda and taste like lime! But have a light red/pinkish color, or amybe a creamsicle orange? Blue is also good,, maybe a gradient?

Goblin:

yessss yesyeysyes, small ankle biting motherfucker! And big ass ears oooh that flutter when I get excited. Even better if we're talking about goblins with more animalistic traits, like little claws and long tails, sharp teeth are a MUST. I just wanna be small, but also fearsome!! And a Creature

(Yordles get an honorable mention here for being the one good thing about LoL)

Imp/demon:

like, succubus stuff right? But also I would be chill as hell like at least a little evil too but chilllll. Also I want horns, and a thin lil tail, and the knowledge that like, people are gonna expect me to be evil cause demon but like that's Completely up to me. A lotta scorpion like chitan would be cool too? And I wouldn't mind hooves if we're going the full mile

Demons get a lot of point for being tall and imposing but,,, imp obviously wins because of the previous post. Like the best of both worlds!!! Do me you wanna be small AND a lil morally dubious? Like yes please I'll be the most mischievous fuck on the planet! Sitting atop the fourth wall like damn look at these goons, I would also love the ability to Bamf, blame DeadEndParanormalPark for making Courtney the most me character known to man

Robots!!!!:

I, just, need to be, artificial, AND, customizable. Being a MegaMan fan has changed me Forever. Sometimes! You are a girl! With enough firepower in your arm to level a building! And you also switch out your boob size! I'm not gonna lie I'm greedy as fuck cause I would install every device known to man in myself like a real TeenageRobot situation, but thats part of it! Not to mention the romantic implications of letting someone fix me up like duejsjsjaokakwks okay. But really I would like to turn my hand into a cannon, or a sword, or maybe I just wanna de-atach it for funsies. Also customizing it no less humanoid forms would be such a fun experiment, Robot also has a lotta cool stuff to do with my neurodivergent shit like sorry guys I know I'm not processing optimally but I'm just Built like that, also, having a TV for a head would set me for LIFE

Catgirl:

y'know like, nya? But fr this one just feels natural. Purring, hissing, all shit I already do, before I even connected the dots with this one. My ears lying flat when I'm annoyed, my furr prickling in uncomfy situations, God it feels Just like that. All and all I'm already a cat person, and just having such an element of grace when I'm already a Lazy Sunbeam bitch would fit so well. Claws! Sharp teeth! Always a plus, in all forms Also!!! I want pets!!! And to nuzzle! Your hand! Yes! You! Specifically!

Doggirl:

gah see there are two girls in me, one is cat and one is dog. I think I'm much more cat than dog but damn! Damn am I a good girl!!!! There's some wolf in there too but I wont lie I'm domesticated as hell, I just want pets and my tail wags so! Often! Pretty much any time I'm excited, it's the only way to describe that it's like The Stim Ever! Also barking, so fucking good, sometimes I just wanna bark nonstop the noise just feels good to make

Dragon:

best creature ever, so much envy. Scales so pretty like armor, tail so long and thick like big lizard, amazing wings! Sharp claws, talons, breath of fire!? Hhhh yes please, I almost don't feel cool enough to be a dragon but we can't all be cool, read Wings of Fire btw it's a great book,

Witch:

not exactly a gender more like a Class? But i put it here cause I just wanna be the most Homey magic user. I would like to brew my magic, it just feels so tangible, black cat's and brooms the whole shebang, though I'd probably modernize myself, but it just seems like such a Life y'know? Maybe I should learn actual witchcraft

Magical girl:

now this may SEEM like it contradicts the last one, and maybe it DOES but hear me out! I WANT! to transform! Like I could be my normal self, prolly boymodding just a hoodie and no dopamine. But then trouble? I whip out my sword with a fuckin star on the hilt that can also turn into a bow, wave that shit around and now I'm the flashiest motherfucker this side of the cosmos! Would need some big ass boots! Skirt but also armor! Bracers with the fingerless gloves, ohhh the ultimate drip. It also doesn't help that I wanna be op as fuck, like I'm the bitch that chooses adaptability or power copying as a power, like I want it all, all the elements, the versatility, the range, gladly would be a jack of all trades master of none, speed, strength, or range fighter? all of the above please, I am not min-maxing a balanced build all the way.

Angel:

this one's kinda lower on this list but it's still there. Kinda like how I wanna be a demon who's still human and good in very ways, I wanna be an angel that's just a Lil fucked up. Like, corrupt me Please, this cute lil halo and perfect robes are a ficade I just wanna have fun!! Also wings are always cool, big wings to exstends when Flutters, but also small lil P wings are maybe my go to, idk why but I like em

also we all want the half angel half demon thing cause it's cool as fuck but I'm not strong enough to admit it yet

General monster/shadow gender stuff:

this is like the weird gender goo left at the bottom but there's something here,, like its mostly cause I wanna be Creature unknowable Thing, some kinda chimera? Claws, tail, and a lotta sharp Danger zones. Shadow is in her two because I'm definitely a night time kinda creature, perching on shit and looking down. All kinds of shape shifting is here too but that's not its own category cause that's kinda the theme of the whole list

Another honorable mention goes to a Lot of Pokemon I don't feel like listing. They are all either adorable or little monsters. half of my favorite Pokemons belong here cause I have to separate my list by do I like them in the I think they're neat way or in the I wanna be them way?

I may add more to this later if I remember any more

Also this is me holding back i could talk about any of these at much greater length. Please DM me I am Normal and care about this topic a Normal Amount, and want to talk about it to other people and hear their forms an Even Normaler Amount

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Hermit Hybrid HCs:

Wither Impulse

I saw a take of Wither!Impulse, which reminded me that wither roses are his favorite flower in the game, if I'm not mistaken. sooo... gonna write some stuff out, and hopefully I'll have the energy to draw something up for him this weekend since I have off work!

Italicized points will be containing (mild) body horror

-he's got a tail held together solely by magic. it's skeletal, sections of spine floating in thin air, and yet moving in perfect sync with each other as if they were part of a normal tail with skin and muscle and tendons connecting it. it uses body language similar to a cat's. he can feel it if anything brushes against it, pain included; the sections also can't be pulled apart and trying to do so is likely to result in a startled clawing. separating the sections would be like amputating a flesh and bone tail

-his wings shift between being leathery and batlike, to just straight up bones that, likes his tail, are held together with magic, depending on the day, his energy, and which he's in the mood for. he usually prefers the leathery ones, but the bones take less energy, suggesting their batlike form are just glamour. they're massive, but tattered and bent out of shape as if they'd been broken and hadn't healed correctly. he should in no feasible way be able to fly with them, even when they're in their batlike state, yet when he flaps them or angles them to glide, they work perfectly

-due to his wings' size, he has to be careful not to clip anything while flying

-as with any of the other flight-capable Hermits, his flight is disabled in the code until he earns an elytra in the End, or gets one from another player. Impulse plays by the personal rule that if he loses his elytra, he can't fly again until he gets another pair, and keeps his in his inventory. upon request, X has made adjustments to Impulse's Server-coding to match that rule

-two horns protrude from his forehead. they're normally short nubs, but story magic can change their size and length depending on the Season. currently, Season 9 holds the record for biggest horns. they curl back and around his head like a ram's; strong and sturdy, as a dwarf should be!

-he can shoot wither skulls; they take a moment to form in his hand, causing a horrible crying sound to echo around him while they do, and then cause a pretty destructive explosion to whatever he throws them at. he can, and has, accidentally killed other Hermits (cough cough creeper-disguised Scar) with them, and felt so bad about it that he gave them the wither rose resulting from their skull-induced death. he also replaces any and all items or building blocks that were destroyed in the explosion

-he's unaffected by wither damage. a wither skeleton's sword, or explosions from withers' skulls, hurt him, sure, but the withering itself doesn't. the same goes for his own wither skulls, with only the explosions causing damage to those entities

-[warning, mild body horror] at the middle knuckle of each finger, they gradually turn to bone that taper off into a sharp claw. they look fragile, but are in the same state as his wings and tail, and magic holds the last joints together with no tendons to do so. the bones of his hands also protrude jaggedly from each knuckle, and the skin around the bones is grayed with dark, corrupted-looking veins branching from them that race partway up his wrists

-he's more heat-resistant than most players, and is one of the few people who can touch Tango's crown of blaze rods (at their normal temperature, at least) without burning himself. he's still not fire or lava-resistant, however, and if Tango is angry or scared enough, his hair and tail plume can burn him. he'll also get pretty nasty blisters if he tries to touch the blaze rods while they're white-hot

-his teeth are shaped similarly to a dog's, with his canines being fairly blunt for fangs. they don't make his grin any less friendly, and he smiles a lot

-[mild body horror] his ribs protrude from under his skin. they're angled more sharply than is usual for players and, like his hands, the skin around them is grayed and branching with dark veins. he keeps them covered, as touching them cuts skin and automatically applies wither to other players. any sort of buffer between the ribs and another player, like a shirt, negates the effect

-if he starts using a lot of his wither magic, the smell of soul sand will cling to the air around him, and skin becomes almost sickly looking as it becomes ashen and almost gray. The dark veins will start branching around his eyes and up his neck, and the ones on his wrists will reach farther up his arms when this happens

-his eyes are normally a soft yellow or gold, depending on the lighting. but when using his magic, the sockets appear sunken, and eyes become so dark it almost looks like the sockets are empty

-wither or demon, he doesn't really care which one he's called.

-has pointy ears. they're fairly human-sized, just end in points rather than being rounded off. they have old piercing scars

-technically classified as undead. can't drown, but...can suffocate?? X still doesn't get how that works for a player

-related to the above, he doesn't need to, but does prefer to breathe. claims that not doing so leaves a tight, uncomfortable feeling in his chest that may be due to the fact he's a hybrid and not full wither

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Glimmer 2

And uncomfortable visit and some banter :D

The First Chapter/Previous chapter

Next chapter

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Two

“Get your feet off the control panel, please.” 

Surge swept Vega’s feet off before she had a chance to take them down herself. Vega booped the place between his eyes that constituted his nose, and the slit widened as Surge drew in a deep breath. 

Then he opened his mouth, showing her rows upon rows of sharp teeth as he exhaled, a plume of smoke coming straight for her head. Vega closed her eyes and held her breath to avoid coughing. 

“I still think Thantyllians are the descendants of dragons,” Comet muttered from her chair. “I mean, who’s to say that dragons didn’t just nope off into space when they began being hunted by humans?”

Vega didn’t have to open her eyes in order to know that a grin coated Comet’s face. She could hear that very well from the sigh that Surge gave. Vega herself raised an eyebrow in response. 

“Sure, Comet. And they took the fairies and unicorns and all other fabled beings with them,” she said, her feet slowly lifting from the floor in order to place themselves on the dash again. 

Only to be promptly pushed off. 

“Oh, you’re still here? Don’t you have a ship to steer?” Waving a hand in front of her face to get the last of the smoke away from her, Vega opened her eyes a crack, blinking rapidly as they watered. 

“You’ve begun rhyming,” Comet said, jumping from her chair and onto the floor, waving her arms and head so the pink and brown striped braid flew around her. “O’ great galactic sea, how you make me feel like a Origorn with its prey.”

“That didn’t even rhyme,” Surge commented, his tail swishing Vega’s feet off the control panel once again. 

“You should maybe not try for a career as a poet,” Vega said, dodging the dirty look Surge sent her as she tried to put her feet up again. “Remind me again why I can’t relax with my feet up after a long race?”

“Remind me again why you don’t go and relax in your own room - which has been built for personal comfort - instead of poking your dirty shoes at the controls of the ship?” Surge shot back at her. 

“You’re just mad that I get to wear shoes,” Vega said, glancing at the feet of her shipmate which looked more or less like velociraptor feet, complete with the claws made for mauling.

They were bare, of course, because Surge and all other Thantyllians didn’t need shoes. Their leathery skin had hardened over time on their feet, forming scalelike armor that would protect them against both blistering heat and freezing cold. 

One of the benefits of having evolved to be an actual apex predator instead of a softie with sharpened sticks as their only protection, Vega supposed. 

“Stay. Down.” Was all Surge said before he marched over to his own chair, sitting down with a huff. 

Silence fell between them, broken only by the clips of video that sometimes escaped the headphones that Comet wore. She bobbed her head to the beat of the music and Vega let herself sink further into the soft padding of her chair. Her eyes drifted shut, and she gave a sigh. 

After a job well done, she could finally sleep without worrying about their next source of income. The Abyssal wasn’t a cheap ship, and their gadgets didn’t fix themselves when they broke. But the horn would give them just enough to stay afloat for a little while. 

Just enough for her to figure out how to get them out of this mess. 

“Red alert, straight ahead,” Comet said, just as the control panel of the Abyssal gave a red flash. 

“I can see that. Distance and manner of vehicle?” Vega replied, leaning forward in her seat as to better look at the stars beyond the ship. They glinted silently, no indication of threat out there. 

But the first thing Vega had learned as she flew among them was that the stars were reminiscent of the Fey and Faeries of fairytales - they always lied, always promised too much and never gave enough. 

“It’s an IPS,” Surge muttered, and Vega cursed under her breath along with her shipmates. 

“Again? They did a search just last week.” Comet got to her feet and moved towards the doors behind them.

“Interplanetary Perimeter Searches can unfortunately be made as often as the bastards like,” Vega said, following the Liriscent into the hangar. “The Council made that rule a month back.” 

“Still doesn’t mean that they’d have to do it this often.” Comet tossed her a uniform as she spoke, and Vega coughed as she inhaled the dust that exuded from the fabric. “I can’t imagine that the other Rangers are fond of perpetual searches.”

“The officers are, though,” Vega replied, sticking first one leg and then the other into the jumpsuit. There was no reason to take off her other clothes. It would be a quick inspection if she had anything to say about it.

“Ten minutes until contact,” Surge informed them from the speakers. 

“It’s unfair. We have to put on these dusty old rags and he gets to go free?” Comet tapped her jumpsuit in protest but was rewarded with nothing but a cloud of dust. 

“Perhaps if you kept them on, you wouldn’t have to worry about dirt and dust coating them every time they are required,” came from the speakers. 

Comet mimicked the sentence in a higher pitch and Vega laughed, a deep sound that came from the bottom of her chest. Then coughed again when she inhaled another set of dust particles. 

Unlike Comet and Vega, Surge didn’t have to wear the official Ranger uniform because he wasn’t one. But Rangers did need operators, and there was a cross-species policy on every ship in order to smooth over public relations and expand horizons. 

“Remind me again why we keep him around?” Comet mumbled, and Vega slapped her arm at the same time, Surge piped in with an ‘I heard that’. 

“Because we like the old grump,” Vega said just as the whole hull of the Abyssal rattled. They both hightailed it into the command deck once more. “What the hell are they doing to our ship?” 

“Rookie pilot,” Surge replied, his tail swishing back and forth. Vega and Comet both groaned. 

“I thought we’d had enough of the prickly one,” Comet said, twirling her now more orange and red striped braid between her fingers. 

“Yeah well, they don’t seem to care,” Vega replied, placing her hand on Comet’s. “You might have to activate the Blurr. I’m sorry.” 

Comet managed a tight smile. “Don’t be. I knew it was going to be like this before I joined the Rangers,” she said, tapping the side of her headphones. Slowly, the stormy gray of her skin and the blue lightning strokes faded into a uniform paleness, and her hair color turned a dull brown. 

“When we’re out of this mess, I’m coming for the Council,” Vega said, squeezing Comet’s hand. 

“Appreciate it,” Comet said at the same time a clang sounded as the IPS ship latched onto the hull of the Abyssal. 

“I’ll need to have a talk with Riaken, it seems,” Surge said, tail swishing behind him. “We can’t have rookies damaging the ships they need to search.” 

Vega batted her eyelashes at him. “You don’t just want to see him again? I’m sure we can think of easier excuses for that to happen.” At the storm that formed in all of Surge’s six eyes, Vega ducked slightly, hiding a smile by turning towards the cargo. “I better go. We don’t want to keep our visitors waiting.”

“Your visitors,” it came from the entranceway to the command center. “Are already here.” 

Striding into the room was a tall woman with black hair and cold eyes. She raised an eyebrow at the smile that Vega gave her. 

“Officer Ireena, welcome to our humble ship. We hope that you will find everything-” Vega began, but was cut off by Ireena’s raised hand. 

“Spare me the trivialities. We both know you care for them as little as I do,” Ireena said, letting her finger glide over a nearby surface to check for dust. “This wreckage of a ship should have had its license revoked years ago - and you don’t even keep it clean, I see.”

Vega practically felt Surge bristling behind her, and when she glanced over her shoulder she saw him holding his tail to keep it from swishing. “Yes, Officer,” he said, schooling his features into calmness. 

“See, this one understands. And he’s only an exchange,” Ireena said, her lips drawn into a stiff smile. 

“Mother, if you would be so kind as to-” 

“What did I tell you about professionality, Ranger?” Ireena turned, walking towards the cargo room. “But if you would rather see me gone, then let us take a look at the rest of the ship. I’m sure there’s much to uncover.” 

Vega sighed, clenching her fists at her side, and felt a hand on her shoulder. “Go to your happy place,” Comet said, giving her a wink. 

“Go to my happy place,” Vega grumbled as she stomped after her mother into the cargo bay. “So, Officer, what was the reason for this check-up?”

“Merely routine,” Ireena replied, lifting the cover off a basket and wrinkling her nose at the spices that lay within. “How are your crewmates performing?”

Merely routine my ass, Vega thought. “They are the best at their individual skills, and they pose a capacity for critical thinking that many don’t.” 

“I see.” Lifting yet another cover, Ireena made her way to every one of the boxes, cases and baskets in their cargo, making some form of sour face at each one. “I have just the crew for you. Wonderful people with little to no Council policies hanging over their heads - and I know how much you despise these policies.”

Vega paused and cocked her head, her eyes widening. Then she took a deep breath. “I am perfectly content with my current crew,” she said. 

“And I do believe that you’ll be happy with the missions there. No more IPS, no more being bothered by higher powers.” Ireena put extra pressure on the last two words. “You would be free to accomplish the missions as you please.” 

“You might not have heard me before,” Vega ground out through clenched teeth, her voice rising a few notes. “But I love Comet and Surge. I wouldn’t want to be part of any other crew.” She walked over to slam down her hand upon the basket Ireena was trying to open yet again, staring her mother down. “If you have nothing more to check, we would like to get on with our business, Officer.” 

Ireena stepped back, brushing off her black and orange uniform, highlighting the difference in rank from Vega’s white and orange one. “I won’t keep you longer, then,” she said with a curt smile. “But I have to inform you that you have a code 107 violation, two 305s and your shirt’s poking through at the collar, so that’s a 209. Good day.” 

The hatch closed behind Ireena as she stepped into the airlock and disappeared from view. Vega grabbed the nearest piece of polishing cloth from one of the walls and threw it as hard as she could muster. It fell to the ground in the other end of the room with a dull smack. 

“Dust and two hull damages? We’re not so bad in shape after all.” 

Vega turned to find Comet leaning against the door, hands crossed across her chest. A screech sounded from their hull, and they both winced. “And a 307, it seems. They really need better pilots,” Comet said.

“They do,” Vega replied, bending over to pick up the cloth and returning it to its rightful place. “But mother insists on bringing the most green for our checks.” 

“We could file her for harassment,” Surge suggested through the speakers. “That way I could preserve the Abyssal.” 

“We could,” Vega agreed and left it at that. 

“While she was busy ransacking our ship, I set us up with a buyer in the Maelstrom,” Surge said, and Vega smiled. 

“Thank you. Let’s get right over there - we have an appointment with the Compound in a few hours that we can’t miss.”

[1-beansss-1]

Old horror writing

What lies in the dark

My parents were out and forced me to watch my sister. It was getting close to her bed time but she forced me to watch one of her stupid cartoons. I didn't pay that much attention to the show I was to busy looking out the window. It was raining outside and the wind made the trees look like they were dancing. I saw a shadow outside. I shook my head in disbelief "i must be more tired than i think." i yawned and sleepily walked to the kitchen to get a cold drink. I open the fridge and looked for my favorite drink. Dr Pepper of course, but there is none left. "My little brat of a sister must have drunk them all already!" I thought I looked over at her but she was already asleep on the couch. I sighed and walked back in the living room. "Wake up!" I said to my sister and she shot up like a bullet, she might of had a nightmare. She hit me right in the face! I covered my face because it hurt so bad then I felt something on my hand. "Was it blood?" I thought. I looked at my hands and i saw crimson. It hurt really bad but i was so overwhelmed with frustration that i couldn't feel the pain. I yelled angrily and bolted out the room to the bathroom. I could hear my sister bawling but i didn't care. I looked into the mirror and blood was pouring from my nose. My nose looked broken. I jumped! "N-No it's not broken!" I reassured myself but i was lieing. I touched my nose seeing if it was broken. I screamed in pain. "Yep it's definitely broken.." i washed off my face trying not to mess with my nose. I walked back into the living room but my sister wasn't there and the door was open. "It's raining out!" I sighed and put on a jacket and grabbed an umbrella. I walked outside and called my sister's name "JANE! COME HERE!" But there was no answer i walked all around the house and i couldn't find her. Then i looked behind me and i saw the shadow again the same one from earlier! It had huge sharp teeth, big pointy ears, glowing yellow eyes, horns that faded into gray like fog, claws like a cat, and a tail like the devil's. I screamed and tried to run but i grabbed me! It stuck its claws into my arm so i couldn't get away. It said "i can smell your fear little piglet." It didn't have one voice. It sounded like many people talking at once. I started to cry "what have you done with my sister!" I yelled. "oh nothing yet! what are you saying that i should kill her?" The shadow said. "No please! J-Just take me instead!" I pleaded. "Oh but dear i already have you both" the moster laughed showing all of its teeth. It grabbed a bottle that was attached to its belt. "Do you see this? That light is your sister's soul! The very essence of of a person's being!" It said. It grabbed my neck and sunk its claws into me. I tried to scream but nothing came out. It pulled something out of me. An organ? No worse my soul...