#orca-trait

[tides-that-bind-us]

New zorca who dis 👀

Meet Fat Fin, the father of Sardon, Cironus and Kaso! Based off a real orca with the same name and known for his wide triangular dorsal fin.

Orca fathers don't have a hand in raising their children since they live in separate pods, so there would be no bitterness between him and Lurona. But he would visit every so often to see how they're doing.

Bonus: My fav comments from friends about him under a cut 😂😏 thank you all for your support and giving me the platform to be feral

[natypinkns]

( sees the orca plushie and takes it away ) aha you’re coming home with me 🫳🐋

hEY!!!! give me my little guy back ......

[elitecabela]

Jeremy when you gon' stop bein' a jerk with those Mercs and come make some bail with a whale!!!

This is the face of a guy whose Uncle just walked into his job at the Killing People Factory

This is Scout's Uncle. To me.

[extrahorribledynne]

i have too many thoughts abt seekers and not enough spoons to write them in fanfic

[kenyan-corvid]

*🌊 Champion of The Undersea 🌊*

My personal Gillion Tidestrider design! I haven’t finished the podcast but I’ve been working on him for a few days already :)

Design notes!

I really think he would be pretty Leopard Seal like and actually a mammal so his humanoid appearance makes a bit more biological sense

I took a lot of liberties with his clothing and accessories as I feel his canon ones don’t really capture his personality and are very similar to surface clothing despite him being from a mainly underwater civilization, so I wanted to change it up by taking inspiration from non-western cultures like the Maasai, Akan, Plains + Northwestern First Nations, and many others!

He wears his Orca mask whenever fighting! Whales, Orcas as well as colors such as black, silver, blue and purple are heavily tied to the moon and the deep, and channeling this though a mask gives him more strength as well as intimidation!

The orange and pink circles on his loin cloth represent the relationship the sea and krill have :]

Rough Biological Changes:

Tritons do not have gills and cannot truly breath underwater like a fish :[ however they can hold their breaths for extremely long amounts of time and poses very strong muscles around their nose that can seal them shut to prevent water inhalation!

Tritons do not lay eggs but instead have live births like seals and will also nurse their young for a time, they often have 2-3 guppies, but it’s not uncommon for some to not survive birth or adolescence

Tritons have very short, bristly fur as well as curly, protective hair to maintain water when above the surface

Theres a very low chance for a triton to be born with a “coral crown” however this is actually a bone that behaves like horns!

Rough cultural changes:

A bit of a name change! Tritons have a True name and a Surface name due to how differently sound travels through water and air. His surface name is Gillion Tidestrider but his True name translates to First Champion of The Deep Moon From The Tidestrider Ice sheet (Moon’s Champion).

Tritions travel to the South Pole give birth due to their main food sources migrating! Guppies are born on the surface (on ice sheets) as they don’t have the ability to hold their breath for a sufficient time at birth, and until they are able to migrate and make the journey back north they’re raised communally with the other guppies on that particular icesheet. Once they are named, they will take the name of the ice sheet as a last name to avoid potential inbreeding

Most Tritons are actually polygamous! It’s common for one triton to have various partners whether platonic or romantic. Unfortunately this makes it generally hard to tell which guppy is sired by who. To avoid inbreeding, any guppies born on the same ice sheet as you are automatically deemed a sibling (or more specifically and ice-sibling) and it is therefore taboo to have romantic affiliations with them.

Tritons are a very musical species! Being vocally talented (underwater) is a large priority in all of their cultures and is considered a very desirable trait in a mate.

Fighting is also a large aspect culturally as well! It’s not necessarily fighting to the death that’s important or attractive, but rather being able to do so in more dancer-like way, fighting but remaining beautiful, composed and thoughtful. It’s common for there to be competitions for this type of traditional dance-fighting during holidays and celebrations (gill is great at this)

Their religion is based on the currents of the ocean where as certain directions represent physical things, phenomena, concepts, deities and teachings! I will go into further detail at a later date as I haven’t finalized anything yet

That’s all I got for now I fear but I’ll probably more about them as well as the other crew :]

[inkdrinkerworld]

autistic!reader getting overwhelmed/overstimulated at a party w dealer!remus’ friends so remus ditches the party to comfort them (i love your writing sm btw❤️)

You’re not sure what exactly was the tipping point that sent you from mild discomfort to overt discomfort and agitation.

You’re at a party with Remus, sitting in the living room with your phone in your hand as you scrolled through your photos and a couple random apps to pass the time it took Remus to sell to all his friends here.

Usually, you’re good about bringing your ear plugs, and they’d work but even though you don’t have them tonight, you know they’d have been useless.

You can smell an acrid mixture of beer, white rum and weed. You can feel the bass shake you down to your bones and whoever’s sofa this is, it’s the lumpiest thing you’ve ever sat on and the moment you became aware of the lumps there was no use in trying to forget it.

You want to go home but you don’t want to ruin Remus’ night. As inconspicuous as you can, you send him a text.

Going outside to get some air, the smell of alcohol is too much.

Remus texts back, Don’t go out by yourself, I’ll meet you at the door in five minutes.

Maybe you should’ve been clearer, you’re not sure if you can hold out for five minutes.

“You look like someone just told you they imprisoned another orca.” Sirius creeps up on you, making you jump where you’re sitting.

“Sorry, the smell in here is horrid.” Sirius laughs, always having been a fan for your inability to lie. You don’t need to be sheepish around him, come to think of it, none of Remus’ friends mind some of your less than sociable traits.

“Did you phone, Moony? You know he’ll take you home if you aren’t having a good time.”

You shrug, “What if he’s having a good time?”

Sirius doesn’t want to be the one to tell you, because he’s sure you’re somewhat aware already; but Remus could never be having a good time if you weren’t. It’s like your emotions are linked and if you’re not enjoying yourself, Remus will simply rearrange the Earth, till you were.

Sirius is saved from having to give you the rundown, when Remus appears, sponging a kiss to your forehead.

For someone who’s been selling weed and smoking it for as long as he has been, Remus never really smells like that burnt, sweet smell his weed has. He smells like citrus fruit and clove. Spicy and tart.

It grounds you, gives you something else to focus on. Something that’s familiar, fresh and grounding. It settles the itch in your veins and allows you to relax a little.

“Ready to go?” When you look at him, Remus has your bag on his shoulder and your jacket in his hands.

“Home?” You ask, Sirius not even bothering to hide his smile as Remus nods.

“Yeah, figured it was getting a little much. We’ve been here longer than I thought we’d be too.”

It’s just like your boyfriend, to make it so that what you want, to go home, doesn’t seem like it’s being forced on him. In truth, Remus would like to leave too, and he wasn’t lying. He’d only planned for you both to be here an hour or two.

“Are you sure?”

Sirius pats your knee as he leaves, knowing you’re both going to be headed home.

“Positive, dovey. C’mon,” Remus leads you out of the house, watching your shoulders drop as soon as the crisp, cool air of a coming spring fills your lungs. “Put on the sweater, baby. Don’t want you to catch a cold.”

You smile a little to yourself as Remus helps you into the sweater. “Thanks Remmy.”

You’re thanking him for more than just the sweater, but Remus rolls his eyes. He tips your chin up, nose bumping your own before he kisses you.

“Let’s go precious girl, we might be able to stop at that pizza place you like if we hurry.”

[naffeclipse]

silly question,,, idk if you've clarified this before BUT!!

is Orca Siren Eclipse his own being/"person"? as in- Sleuth Jesters Eclipse who is a third individual AI? OOR like Cryptid Sightings Eclipse being technically able to split into "Sun" and "Moon" respectively due to the possesion of the DCA body?

I ask because of the way you described his eyes to be, yellow and red, since that sometimes represents an Eclipse with both Sun and Moon's qualities/personalities/traits :000?

Or is it only for aesthetics? [i know there is an extra fic you made about Eclipse being the dad of little orca babies Sun and Moon, I'm still really curious to know how you like to make Eclipse in some of your fics ^^]

Happy day!! 💜

Yes, Eclipse is his own person! No halves becoming a whole for him. As for his eyes, I actually choose those colors because of his appearance in Security Breach!

One yellow eye, one red!

It is also aesthetic as I've always designed the orca sirens in the Apex Polarity world with heterochromia as seen with Sun and Moon as baby orca sirens! It's just a trait I've always associated with their kind.

[magnagaruzenmon]

Hybrid Theory XIII

Happy pride!!!

Surak entered my office with an armful of reports—thick files crammed with incident logs, chemical analyses, and whispered testimonials. At the center of it all: the Animus Complex, the nightclub known as Concrete Jungle, and someone only ever referred to as “the Doctor.” Strangely, the records conflicted—some described a male mouse hybrid, others a female bat. No clear face. There is no consistent name. Just fragments and shadows scattered across pages.

But every trail pointed to the same place. Concrete Jungle.

I holstered my badge, nodded at the sheriff as he warned me to “watch myself,” and stepped out into the simmering heat of the city.

By the time I reached the club, it was already throbbing with life. Concrete Jungle pulsed like a living organism—neon veins, bass-drum heartbeat, and pheromone-laced breath. It was more alive than I’d ever seen it, the energy almost feverish. Waiting outside like queens on parade were its infamous owners, both of them dressed to slay.

“Well, well, well,” Lisa grinned, eyes gleaming under platinum lashes, “if it isn’t Torhu the hellhound, deputy sheriff extraordinaire.”

I gave a curt nod. “Ladies. I’d like to ask a few questions about a party drug making the rounds. Been linked to some… problems.”

Jennie’s smile was slower, more feline. “Of course. We love helping the law.”

They ushered me inside, and the club swallowed me whole.

The moment I crossed the threshold, the air thickened—lust, sweat, perfume, musk. A scentscape so complex it felt chemical. Bodies writhed in sync with the music, hybrids and humans intertwined in a fog of velvet desire. It wasn’t a dance floor, it was a dreamscape—or a trap.

As we passed, two hybrids—one a broad-shouldered tanuki, the other a sly red panda—locked eyes with me. There was something knowing in their gaze.

Jennie leaned close, her breath brushing my ear. “Don’t worry. You’ll see them again… soon.”

I narrowed my eyes at that but said nothing. Whatever they were playing at, it was layered, careful, and dangerous.

I followed the two ladies carefully

“So what brings the hero of the city in our little club,” Jennie asks.

“Yeah after you finally got rid of the Orca bros and the Serpent Pit gangs and allowed us to get this place off the ground, “ Lisa cooed.

I shrugged and said, “just keeping everyone safe,”

“Oh certainly but you always go above and beyond. I mean who else would face down the Chameleon butcher known as Dexter Hannibal,”

I shrugged as as much as I’d like to attribute that to nobility it was only proper timing and alignment. I saw the patterns others didn’t.

“So hellhound what are your questions?” Lisa asked as she locked me in with her and Jennie in their “office” I looked around to see men and women hybrids and humans alike strapped to various machines while they sauntered around the room with an indifferent passion. It was arousing but also weirdly detached. Lisa gently guided me to the center of their office her hands gently wrapping around my shoulders. Images of her tearing at my throat with her claws pulsed in my mind that bordered on arousing and terrifying.

“Recently there have been reports of a new drug that gives the taker traits of various hybrids and a lot of the paper trial comes back to this club and someone called “The doctor”. Can you help me understand that?”

“Well they’re not drugs but supplements…all natural.” Jennie answered before pointing to a hybrid attached to a milking machine.

“We receive “generous donations” from our patrons and our good Doctor Amalia whips them up into pills that temporarily alter the taker’s dna. They are safe and oh so fun,” Lisa answered to prove her point she and Lisa both took a pill from bottles behind them and I watched as Jennie grew taller while Lisa grew fuller and horns sprouted from her temples. I watched in terror and awe as they took on a further hybridization Jennie became a hyena hybrid while Lisa’s fuller chest and hips and horns told me cow hybrid in addition to her other hybrid traits. They kissed while staring at me eyes and intent clear to seduce.

Jennie’s new form towered over me slightly, her back arched with that predator’s grace — shoulders relaxed, smile all teeth. Lisa, now lusher, warmer somehow, leaned against me, and I could smell her — hay and honey, the scent of a pasture twisted into something heady and narcotic. Her horns gleamed in the low light.

“I see your concern, Hellhound,” Jennie purred. “But you’re misunderstanding the ecosystem here. These aren’t gutter chemicals. They’re evolution.”

Lisa giggled, her breath ghosting my neck. “We just speed things up a little. Give the meek a taste of teeth. The weak a little heat.”

“Temporarily,” I replied, keeping my voice flat, cold. “Until the side effects hit. Until someone loses their mind in a predator spiral, or worse. You’ve got three deaths already on record and a dozen disappearances.”

Jennie made a tsking sound, her claws idly dragging along a steel filing cabinet, leaving faint scratches. “People die all the time in this city. You know that better than anyone.”

“But not always like this,” I replied, eyeing the hybrid still hooked to the milking rig — a bat hybrid with dazed eyes and IVs in both arms. “Not from playing chimera with black-market biotech. And not with a war criminal like Doctor Amalia in the mix.”

That got their attention.

Jennie’s pupils dilated, hyena-wide, and Lisa’s hand gripped my arm just a touch tighter. Still smiling. Still playful. But something behind their eyes flickered.

I pressed forward. “You didn’t know, did you? Your good doctor used to wear a different uniform — white coat under a military crest. Camp Erebos. She made trybrids. Animal hybrid cocktails. Built for covert ops and disposal missions. Most didn’t survive.”

Lisa pulled away now, just a hair. “You’re lying,” she said, though her tone wavered, uncertain.

“I omit but I never lie, besides the paper trail doesn’t lie either,” I said, fishing a small datachip from my jacket and sliding it onto the desk. “Chaehyun and Disufiora found her files. Photos. Names. You’d recognize some of them — the ones still alive.”

Jennie’s smile faded. Not anger. Not guilt. Just the realization of a game gone sideways.

“She changed names. Face, maybe. Got lost in the noise after the ceasefire,” I said, watching the flickers of recognition dawn. “But someone high up wanted her work buried, so they could let her keep experimenting — under the radar. Your little club here is just another lab.”

“So what now, detective?” Jennie asked, voice low, taut. Her claws retracted, but the posture remained.

“That’s the thing,” I said. “My superior just told us to drop it. Said it came from high up. Very high. That the program’s head made it disappear.”

Jennie walked to the window and parted the velvet curtain just a little. Outside, the city blazed like a dying star, the rain glossing everything with sin.

Lisa’s voice was softer now. “Then we’re all in danger, aren’t we?”

“More than you know,” I said. “If Amalia’s working unchecked again, it’s not just hybrid clubs she’s cooking up. It’s something bigger. Something permanent.”

Jennie turned, face cast in shadow. “So we’re not enemies.”

“Not tonight,” I said. “But that depends on how much you’re still protecting her.”

She nodded, slow. “We’ll consider our loyalties.”

Lisa brushed her fingers against my chest one last time before stepping away, her horns catching the red light like a warning.

“We always liked you, Hellhound,” she said. “Let’s hope you don’t have to put us down.”

I turned to leave, the door ahead of me hazy with nightclub smoke and the cloying perfume of synthetic roses. Something in the air had shifted—the kind of electric pressure that warns of a coming storm. Behind me, the city pulsed like a clenched fist, waiting for its chance to strike or be struck.

“Hellhound, wait,” Lisa’s voice rang out—casual, but with a glint of purpose.

I stopped mid-step, brows knitting as I glanced back. “Yeah?”

Jennie was already leaning forward in her seat, voice sweet like syrup and twice as sticky. “My friend Nayeon said you do a killer Brian Garrison impression. Would you do a little performance for me?”

I blinked. “Right now?”

She smiled, all teeth. “Right now.”

I sighed. “Sure,” I muttered, already regretting it.

The next few seconds passed in a blur. One moment I was standing near the exit; the next, I was being ushered—no, whisked—onto a makeshift stage lit with too many colors. Lisa and Jennie grinned from the wings, their band already taking position behind me, adjusting their instruments with practiced ease.

The spotlight hit me like a slap. The crowd fell quiet. The silence wasn’t hostile, but it wasn’t gentle either. It was the kind of hush people give before a car crash or a miracle.

Then the opening riff of Slaughterhouse tore through the air.

I winced, heart pounding. No warm-up, no prep. Just me, a mic, and the ghost of a man with a voice like broken steel.

I did my best. Stumbled into the rhythm, found the gravel in my throat, forced my voice to hit the guttural dips and warlike bellows. Somewhere halfway through, I caught Jennie mouthing along to the chorus and Lisa clapping her thigh to the beat.

I started to step off the stage, breath ragged—when Slaughterhouse 2 began.

The crowd let out a gasp that was half surprise, half hungry delight.

When the final note ended, the silence cracked into cheers. Real ones. Clapping, whooping, even a few stomps.

I didn’t know how to process it.

I stepped down from the stage, skin buzzing, heart confused—was it adrenaline? Shame? Joy?

Before I could even catch my breath, they emerged from the crowd—like heat rising off summer pavement.

The red panda hybrid moved with a feline elegance, her steps slow, deliberate, the sway of her hips a hypnotic rhythm. Her fur was brushed to perfection, her eyes half-lidded with amusement and something far more dangerous. That same sly smile she wore earlier now deepened into something openly inviting.

Beside her, the tanuki hybrid exuded a darker magnetism—his presence quiet, but no less commanding. There was a lazy hunger in his gaze, something unspoken but deeply understood. His dark eyes raked over me with bold curiosity, as if he was already imagining how I’d sound with my breath caught in my throat.

“That was pretty… impressive, Hellhound,” the red panda said, voice like velvet dipped in wine. She leaned in, her body angled just so, every inch of her posture designed to beckon. Her tail flicked slowly behind her, an unconscious tease. “You put on quite a show.”

“Yeah,” the tanuki murmured, his voice low and intimate—like he was speaking into the space between our pulses. “It was… exciting.”

He stepped forward, his body heat washing over me like steam. And then, without warning, his hands cradled my face—firm, sure, possessive—and his mouth met mine.

I gasped against him, melting instinctively into the kiss. His arms wrapped around me like a trap I didn’t want to escape. He tasted like dark fruit and smoke. My knees went soft as a dizzy wave of pleasure surged through me. The world spun. His scent filled my lungs—sweet and earthy, intoxicating in a way that made my thoughts stagger. And yet, behind that softness, I caught a note of submission, a sweetness that pleaded to be held, tamed, devoured.

We parted with a breathless string of saliva stretching between us. He smirked, eyes half-lidded, drunk on the moment.

Before I could recover, the red panda claimed her moment.

She grabbed my chin, turned my head with playful command, and pulled me into her. Her kiss was wild—a crashing tide of lip and tongue, teasing and relentless. She purred into my mouth, and I could feel her smile curling against me. She wasn’t asking—she was taking, and I gave in willingly.

Her scent hit me hard—less submissive than the tanuki’s, but just as alluring. Bright citrus over something warm and musky, a predator’s perfume. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. My body responded before my mind could catch up.

When she pulled away, I was dazed. Feral joy twinkled in her eyes. “I’m Haseul,” she said, voice purring with satisfaction.

The tanuki grinned, stepping beside her. “Hinata,” he said, brushing a finger down my jaw. “Pleasure to meet you.”

My thoughts were fogged, heavy with the weight of desire. I wanted them—both of them—right there, right then. My mouth moved on instinct.

“Hi, my name is—”

They shushed me in perfect synchrony.

“We know who you are,” Haseul murmured, fingers tracing the edge of my jaw. “You’re the hero. The legend.”

“But we don’t want the myth tonight,” Hinata added gently, eyes glowing with a kind of wicked tenderness. “Just the man underneath. Can you be that? Just for us?”

My voice caught in my throat. I nodded.

Their smiles deepened—slow, sultry things full of promise.

Without another word, they each took one of my hands and led me away, their touch electric, their intentions unspoken but very clear.

I followed them into a crimson room. They looked at me with a surprised look, “when was the last time you got any action?” Hinata asked sweetly.

I tried to think of a time but it was a bit too long, Hinata sighed then giggled, “well don’t worry we will fulfill your every desire tonight,”

I gulped as Haseul took me in for another kiss. Her breath was hot and electric meanwhile Hinata unbuttoned my shirt and undid my pants. His soft hands traveling all around my body as he looked for my arousal points when he breathed into my ear I shuddered and I heard him giggle before he said, “I’m gonna enter slowly now,” I nod as I feel his dick press against my ass my mind cloudy with lust as Haseul continues kissing me all over.

Then Hinata pushes himself inside of me. I moaned and whimper helplessly as he mounts me.

“How is is it he asks,”

“So fucking good,” I groan out as he starts thrusting into me. I grip the couch as he fucks into me with Haseul watching us wide eyed under. She smiles as she begins to undress and her mouth watering body is put on display. My cock stands proud and high as Hinata rams himself inside of me. Haseul smiles as she begins palming me as she says, “you look so good between us, before pushing me inside of her. I moan at the overwhelming sensation as Hinata and Haseul fuck me. Hinata chuckles and says

“Fuck you’re so tight!” I laugh and shot back,

“You love it though,”

Hinata laughs and says, “Yeah I do,”

I feel him twitch inside of me and say, “you gonna cum,” he nods before giving me a few more good pumps then unloading Inside of me. I laugh as he pulls out allowing me to focus on Haseul. She smiles as she stares into my eyes.

“You’re different from what I thought,” she says as she pushes me up and begins riding me.

“How so?” I ask. Haseul's tightness envelops me as she says,

"i'll tell you later,"

I woke hours later, tangled in the soft warmth of Haseul and Hinata, both draped across my body like lazy cats after a feast. Their breathing was slow, contented. I sighed, peeled myself out from under them, and—despite everything—wrapped them both up in a blanket. The scent of sex, sweat, and expensive lipstick clung to my skin, and as I caught my reflection in the mirror, I chuckled. My neck and chest were a battlefield of kiss marks, smudged red and pink.

After dressing, I slipped out. The club still pulsed with bass-heavy music and hazy lights, but I didn’t let it draw me in this time. I kept my focus on the exit—until I heard a voice behind me, sweet as poison and just as sharp.

“Oh look, if it isn’t Mycroft Beowulf Moriarty.”

The temperature seemed to drop ten degrees. I stopped, rolled my eyes, and turned.

She was standing in the shadows like she owned them: a bat hybrid, beautiful in a way that demanded obedience, with crimson eyes and fangs that glinted when she smiled. She was dressed to kill—figuratively, I hoped.

“Though I imagine you’d rather go by your nom de guerre these days. Hellhound, isn’t it?” she added, voice syrupy.

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Great. You know my real name. That saves us both from the usual dramatic posturing.”

Her brow furrowed, slightly thrown by my lack of alarm.

“Listen closely, Dr. Amalia,” I said, voice level but laced with irritation. “This little chemistry experiment you’re running? The hybrid drugs? It’s not clever. It’s reckless. People are dying—fast, loud, and publicly. If you don’t stop, or at least slow down and vet what you’re putting out, someone’s going to send me to make sure you do. And when that happens, not even your sponsors will be able to keep you safe.”

She blinked, confusion washing over her features like a sudden storm. “What are you talking about?”

I groaned. “Councilman Aurelio and Fjord. Ring any bells? They’re your benefactors, pushing this ‘post-human’ utopia. You’re just one cog in the machine. They want everyone rewritten—hybrids, psionics, whatever Doflamingo, Achilles, and Disu are becoming.”

Amalia’s face lost all its color. Her breath hitched. “How… how do you know that?”

I gave her a flat look. “Because, frankly? You’re not exactly subtle. Or smart about covering your tracks. You’re a geneticist, not a spook. Every Thirenizine-related death has happened within two clicks of your lab on 418 East Bleaker. Every victim was someone with ties to you from the war. And the autopsy reports?” I raised an eyebrow. “Identical. Heart failure. Overdose. Thirenizine.”

She took a step back, eyes wide now, panic blooming. “Then why don’t you just take me in?”

I laughed—a short, tired sound. “Because you’re protected. By rich men with deep pockets and shallow ethics. They still think you’re useful, so they’re going to paint you as a visionary. The public? They’ll eat it up.”

“So it’s laziness,” she snapped.

“Yep.” I nodded. “Partly. Also, I’ve learned that toppling people like you usually ends with someone worse filling the void. And my leg still hasn’t healed right from that mess with the orca boys, so forgive me if I’m not leaping into another crusade.”

Amalia tried to recover, her lips twitching into something between a smirk and a sneer. “The ex-enforcer of Tahm Kench, now a deputy sheriff with delusions of grandeur, thinks he has leverage over me?”

I leaned in close and said her full address, slowly and clearly. Her eyes widened like saucers.

“Let me be crystal clear, Amalia. I can find you whenever I want. But right now? You’re useful as a scarecrow. The sheep see your blood-stained lab coat and get nervous. Then they see me, and think I’m the dog guarding them. But I’ve killed more predators than you’ve even read about, and I don’t need permission to come knocking.”

She didn’t say anything—just stared at me, the terror fully settled behind her crimson eyes now.

“Keep your work clean. Keep your head down. Don’t give me a reason,” I finished.

Amalia nodded, mute.

Satisfied, I finally left for real this time.

And behind me, for once, the club didn’t seem to pulse with heat and desire—only the icy silence of someone who realized just how thin the ice was beneath her.

A few days later Amalia was working relentlessly to have her fly under the radar so Torhu wouldn’t be sent after her. Terror plagued her mind but caution guided her hand, an ex mob enforcer who was now cosplaying as a sherif? Abhorrent,detestable, Hot!

The rain clawed at the windows like it wanted in. The city lights smeared across the glass, refracting in sharp, ghostly streaks that made the office feel more like a pressure chamber than a workplace.

Amalia crossed her legs too quickly and tried to pretend it was grace, not nerves. Her hands were trembling slightly, so she locked them around the datapad on her lap. Focus. Be the weapon. Not the wound.

Across from her, Aurelio read her file with that measured disinterest she hated. The same expression he wore when reviewing budget cuts or euthanizing failed prototypes. She envied that indifference. He had never looked afraid in his life.

“You requested an emergency review,” he said without looking up. “I assume this isn’t about your implant stability metrics.”

“No,” Amalia said. Her voice sounded wrong. Thin. “It’s about someone. Tohru.” The name caught in her throat like a fishbone. She forced it out. “Mycroft. That’s his real name.”

Now he looked up. Amused. Of course he was.

“The deputy sheriff?” he said. “That oaf from the outreach campaign? He’s about as threatening as a therapy koala.”

Amalia laughed—sharp and unintentional. “He wants you to think that.”

Aurelio tilted his head.

She leaned forward. “I had a run-in with him. He followed me into the Vanta Club, into a back corridor. No cameras. No guards. No backup. He wasn’t armed. He didn’t need to be.”

There was a strange silence, like the air had gone still between them.

“He knew my name,” she whispered. “My name, Aurelio. Not the alias. Not the front. The real one. He listed sites I haven’t even written reports on yet. Recited security codes we only use internally.” She met Aurelio’s gaze. “He’s been inside our systems. Possibly inside our walls.”

Aurelio’s eyes narrowed. “And you’re still alive?”

That’s what scared her most.

“Yes.”

He moved to the bar. Poured drinks like they were part of a ritual. One for her, one for him.

“I don’t understand,” he said, offering her the glass. “If he knows what you are—what you’ve done—why wouldn’t he eliminate you?”

Amalia took the drink but didn’t sip.

“I think…” she started, struggling to put it into words. “I think he doesn’t care.”

Aurelio froze. “Explain.”

“He wasn’t there to moralize. He didn’t call me a monster. He didn’t rant or threaten. He studied me. Like I was some interesting lab rat who got too bold. He wanted me to know that he could end me—and chose not to.”

She gripped the edge of the chair to keep from shaking.

“I’ve been called soulless, arrogant, cruel. But I’ve never met anyone who looked at me like that. Like I was a nuisance. A rook in a game he was already winning.”

Aurelio sipped his drink, considering her.

“And you’re sure this wasn’t performance? Fear can make gods out of scarecrows.”

Amalia’s mouth twitched. “Then I hope it was. I really, really hope I just hallucinated the apex predator inside that stupid public-service shell.”

She saw the moment he stopped believing her. He thought she was spooked. Rattled by guilt. Chasing ghosts in the dark.

“Amalia,” he said gently, like you’d talk to a scientist on the verge of burning out. “You’ve been under immense pressure. Maybe this is your subconscious finally cracking under all those clinical detentions you keep signing off on.”

“I’m not delusional,” she snapped. “You didn’t see him. He wasn’t angry. He was calm. Serene. Like someone watching dominoes fall exactly how he arranged them.”

Aurelio frowned slightly. “Why are you really afraid, Amalia?”

She hesitated.

Because he wasn’t repulsed by me. Because he didn’t hate me. Because he looked at me like I was a mirror. Because for one second—I didn’t want to fight him. I wanted to follow.

“…Because he sees the world the same way I do,” she said at last. “And that terrifies me.”

Aurelio placed his drink down with a faint click.

“When you have proof,” he said, voice going cool, “come back. Until then, take something to sleep. You look like hell.”

She stood, but not before whispering: “You’re not going to see him coming either.”

Later, in the lab

Back in her sanctuary of cold steel and synthetic screams, Amalia tried to rebuild her mind with numbers. But nothing settled. Not the data. Not the drugs.

She pulled up Tohru’s public file. Pictures of him laughing with street vendors. Kneeling beside wounded hybrids. Hugging a child with a prosthetic arm.

She stared at those eyes.

And she remembered the way he looked at her.

Unflinching.

Unmoved.

Unimpressed.

And for the first time in years—she felt human. Weak. Ugly. Curious.

And worst of all?

Turned on.

[picobossa]

I LOVE OLD MEN! specifically Old, so any Old x reader dating headcanons if you are up for it :33

SHINIGAMI EYES | Old dating headcanons

Old?! Old as in Syakesan's father?! As in old's oldest son?! MY WIFE MENTIONED!?

WARNINGS: slight mention of acts of violence

REQUESTED BY: Anon!

— Old is quite a lacking guy in the romantic department, considering he (probably somehow) had a one night stand and has been called a "wife beater" by a certain orca... There isn't necessarily anything that can put him in the good light with romance.

— But of course with the bad there comes good! Sometimes at least.

— Before even getting into a relationship with him, Old was confused. He had abandoned everything from the past, such as any useless affection for anyone. But the warm feelings were hard to ignore, especially since he could feel it all around him when he was near you.

— Reluctantly (and surprisingly gentle), Old did express his feelings. Despite honesty never being his best trait, he wanted to try for you. And hey, even an attempt in being romantic, despite how bad he is in it.

"I think... I'd like to spend the rest of my years with you. And only you. That's how much I... Goddammit don't look at me like that!" — of course, that doesn't mean he isn't any less grouchy. Give him some credits for trying.

— Having all that aside, Old isn't that bad..? Surprisingly enough. Of course, he's still as grouchy and mean as ever but it is obvious the two of you have something beyond just either being comrades or friends.

— While it's a personal thought, Old has a odd jealousy streak. Odd due to the fact he slowly jumps to the conclusion during the moment of his feelings in jealousy he comes to the conclusion that they want to steal you (much like how he felt it with his former master). He'd be flooded with rage all over again, being quite the many times he'd roughly had to drag you with him somewhere else.

— Though, there's also a 50/50 chance he couldn't contain his jealousy and actually attack someone brutally, not that it would be anything new to witness.

— Aside from his jealousy, Old gets quite a lot softer when you're in a relationship with him. His grouchy and gruff attitude doesn't go anywhere either. He's still gonna be the same guy he was before getting into a serious relationship with you, what for does he need to change himself for?

— When I said honesty wasn't his best trait, I fully meant it. While yes, he's honest about actually loving you to the fullest, he's very dishonest about everything else. May it be from truly being himself to fully admitting everything about himself.

— His whole center of being honest will only be with you, anything else practically means nothing to him.

— Besides, now he manages to beat the wife beater allegations! Well, not that either of you are married... Significant other beater allegations proven wrong perhaps?

— He's a old man, give him some rest.

— Say, it suddenly feels like he forgot about someone red eyed... Oh well. Nobody important to him. But ah, maybe you should beware of a certain Nautilus, would be quite the bummer to fall under someone else's acts of jealousy.

[spirit-lanterns]

i almost came too late to work bc i was busy reading your hybrid au its not even funny 😭😭 im such a fan.. unexpectedly my big favorite is betta march i really love the idea of her trying to impress the vet..

out of curiosity, i'd imagine the tanks for the girls have to be Massive even within vet's house, no? in order for them to transform comfortably, anyway.. and this goes without saying, but given most contexts and especially transforming i'd imagine they'd show up nude in human form unless dressed up prior or after, no? 😳😳 as a fan of half-human monster girls i especially enjoy the thought of jade, kafka, the mermaids and. aglaea? the scorpion girl sorry i gotta out myself as a non-player for the new content so far 😭

and to make this even longer, do all of them retain more animal traits? does robin have wings like harpy, and plumage across her body? lingsha likely has scales bc it somewhat matches her og but i also like More scales across jade as an idea...

sorry to make this so long i should get back to work now LOL

I’m happy to hear that you like the Hybrid AU! Although, try not to miss out on work for these posts, no matter how silly or sexy they are 😅

Nevertheless, I’m happy to answer your questions about the AU! Yes, the tanks for the aquatic hybrids are very big. The facility itself has enough budget and room to make spacious enclosures for the Hybrids, and the aquatic hybrids are no exception. The Vet takes great care to ensure that all the Hybrids have more than enough room for their humanoid and animal forms. Plus, for some of the aquatic hybrids who don’t want to kept in a tank (like Orca! Acheron), they are allowed to swim in the ocean surrounding the sanctuary’s island, they are just tagged and monitored by the workers.

As for the question of whether or not the Hybrids are nude when they transform into their human forms…the Hybrids are always nude LOL. They don’t wear clothes, and it is the norm for Hybrids to not wear clothes so they are just naked 99.9% of the time. For commonly domesticated Hybrids like dogs or cats, you may find them wearing clothes especially if they live in the city with human families, but it is the norm for Hybrids to be naked and no one really bats an eye at it. If they were wearing clothes prior to transforming, the clothes would stretch and break because the clothes don’t transform with the body. You’d have to buy both humanoid clothes and animal clothes if you want to dress up a Hybrid.

Finally, to answer your final question, yes the Hybrids do retain animalistic traits when they’re in their humanoid forms. If they have fur, they’re typically a lot hairier and have patches of it, and if they have canines their teeth are sharper and more prominent. For avian hybrids, they actually have wings instead of arms so you’re right about that, and for reptilian hybrids they do have patches of scales all over their body! They don’t just have an ears and a tail, they have several features in their humanoid forms that make them distinct from a human!

[deusvervewrites]

ChimerOFA: You know, a lot of animal traits that animal heteromorphs have are exaggerated in canon. Tsu is a whole bunch of frogs rolled up into one, Mirko has leg strength leagues above anything than a simple rabbit mutation could grant, and Gang Orca can create a sonic attack that temporarily paralyzes his foes.

My point is, do you think that Izuku might be able to do something similar after the summer training camp? Or while they're working on super moves for the provisional exam. Something like a sonic wolf howl or using his regrowable shark teeth as projectiles.

You are absolutely correct, he should get stuff like that. Not sure how I feel about teeth projectiles but I love the sonic howling.

[noahthehyperfixated]

Tsunami... Tsunami my beloved they can never make me hate you

She is my favorite WOF character of all time, and I have never drawn her, which is actually shocking. but this expression I drew is so yummy

Some design notes:

Has an orca like marking on her eyes. I feel like it's a trait in all of the heirs from their older (deader) sister, Orca

Foamy, wavey patterns because her name IS Tsunami

The scar I SWORE she got in book 2 but can't exactly remember, so she's getting it anyways

Little swirly markings on her fins since my HC is all royal Seawings have those on their finds in some form (Gives them some spice to their design)

[luonnon-varainen]

A break between a bigger project - some Lunar sheets

This dumbass is too entertaining to draw. A mixture of of orca's mentality and burnout 3rd-year college student flavoured with a godhood is extremely silly to work with

They lost their mind long time ago and is not scared of using it in mischievous ways(commit a crime). They poses the amount of magic to reshape entire solar systems, but they chooses to use it to make shiny wooden sticks and mortals. They rejected violence and wars because it's pathetic and mortalish, but casting the infectious radiation sickness is in their eyes fine and totally not as traumatic as the front-line going through the village. They are so toxic and radioactive(both meanings) that literally their "breath" will send any mortal straight to the hospital on ER. They're have potential to has "a cool aunt" energy but is "a terrible with kids mid-sib" flourish with awkwardness. Also a not greatest god figure - avoiding their followers as much as it's possible is not good trait in the mighty higher being, protector and/or destroyer

A clayish and bendable character, great for puting in random out of context scenarios

Here is the embodiment of the chaos in my head during the brainstorm which resulted with their character design - just everything at once, no order, no placement just pop-ups everywhere

[a-little-lost-in-my-own-head]

Guys, I found the perfect Sokka creature.

So we all know the dragon Zuko au, where he turns into a dragon, right? And I thought "hey, what if other nations have that too?" So I started my research.

The first creature I thought of was Tangie, because it's perfect for a fanfic. It's a water horse beast, that can appear as either a horse or a handsome man. When someone mounts it in horse form it's pretty safe until Tangie smells water. Then the back becomes adhesive and human can't escape. Tangie takes human to water and eats it.

Zukka fanfic where Zuko wants to put himself in danger (again) with no consideration for his own safety (again) and self sacrifice for others (again), but Sokka in horse form turns on his adhesive trait and literally carries him to safety like "no you stay right here"? Yes please.

BUT!

I thought, why force our western mythology here? So I searched for Inuit creatures, since you know, water tribe is based on Inuit culture. There aren't a lot of them on Wikipedia, so it didn't take long to look through every single one and guys

Guys.

Akhlut.

Do you guys know what an akhlut is? You probably don't, so let me tell you. Akhlut is an orca that becomes a wolf once it steps on land. It also has a merge form.

Do you know what looks an awful lot like it was inspired by orca, or at least has orca colors?

THAT'S RIGHT!

Do you guys know what was definitely inspired by wolves?

EXACTLY!

He already is an orca wolf! What's more, most of ATLA animals are merged from two animals, so it even fits lore! Tangie is perfect for fanfics, but akhlut is perfect for Sokka.

Why isn't this common in fanfics? Why isn't it popular? Besides, look at this good boy.

Baby Sokka akhlut.

EDIT: okay so maybe Sokka's war paint doesn't look all that orca-ish, but not having it in front of my eyes I thought it fit so I kept it in the post even after I double checked it. It has the colors. That's enough for me.

Art source:

Tangie from Bailee on Deviantart

https://www.deviantart.com/tag/bailee?page=5

Big Akhlut from Scorching Kami on Deviantart

https://www.deviantart.com/scorchingkami

Baby Akhlut from Hburton on Deviantart

https://www.deviantart.com/hbruton/art/Akhlut-Pups-895973610

[guiltyasdave]

get to know your moots

thank you for the tag @ace-turned-confused @strang3lov3 @thundermartini this was such a delightfully long one haha <3

what's the origin of your blog title? it’s based on the song guilty as sin by taylor swift which is one of my favorites ever, in combination with my man dave obviously <3

OTP(s) + shipname: phew… i did go pretty hard for dramione for a long time and went through an intense hellcheer (stranger things) phase. right now my otp is me x every pedro character lol

favorite color: light blue!

favorite game: the last of us, duh

song stuck in your head: the succession theme lmao

weirdest habit/trait? i constantly sing to myself when i’m alone (i can’t sing at all)

hobbies: reading, writing, movies, all kinds of crafty stuff

if you work, what's your profession? i have a degree in law studies and work at my local city government, making decisions about supportive measures for children with special needs :)

if you could have any job you wish what would it be? a writer :) and of course i want to own a café that also sells plants and books, only that i really don’t want to work there, just hang around all day lol

something you're good at: being kind 😌

something you're bad at: setting boundaries

something you love: time with myself :)

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: taylor swift

something you hate: the times we live in i fear

something you collect: books

something you forget: nothing ever tbh (it’s the anxiety)

what's your love language? i recently saw a tiktok about how many oldest daughters don’t really know their love language because they’re so trained to take care of others that every bit of attention that makes them feel seen, no matter in what form, is basically their love language aaaand that’s me i fear

favorite movie/show: pride and prejudice (2005)

favorite food: all things italian

favorite animal: orcas!!!

what were you like as a child? very shy, very quiet, probably already anxious

favorite subject at school? english!

least favorite subject? pe for sureeeee

what's your best character trait? all of them 😌

what's your worst character trait? social awkwardness

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? today? nothing i think, i actually liked today :)

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? an alien from the future haha

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!): cover me up by @almostfoxglove 🫶🏻

no pressure tags: @reddedmiller @almostfoxglove @always-andromeda @quinnnfabrgay @shellshocklove @morallyinept @peggyao3 @javier-pena @ovaryacted @goodwithcheese @secretelephanttattoo @jolapeno @sceletaflores @elflutter @princessanglophile @iknowisoundcrazy @kiwisbell @seventeenpins @kedsandtubesocks @jeewrites @jennaispunk @toomanystoriessolittletime @toomanytookas @getitoutofmymindwrites @hellfire-state-of-mind @hellishjoel @galway-girlatwork @scenaaario @perotovar

[naffeclipse]

Cardinal Instinct

Chapter 1: Of Feathers And Flukes

Orca!Eclipse x Y/N (SFW)

Antarctica holds as much danger as it does life. You, a harpy in the likeness of a penguin, are pursued by an orca siren. You fear falling into his jaws, but he lays siren young at your feet and compels you to envision what he does. A family.

Word Count: ~8,400 Warnings: Manhandling, nonconsensual touching, anxiety, and fear

A/N: I really don't have to say this at this point, but once again, this is more self-indulgence, specifically of the sugary sweet, tooth-rotting fluff kind. The reader and Eclipse being parents to baby Sun and Moon has been spinning my brain endlessly! I just had to write a little something for this off-shoot of Apex Polarity. Speaking of, I recommend reading Apex Polarity first and then returning to this; I believe it will enhance your enjoyment of this fic!

Just a little note is that the reader is female and will be referred to with female terms/titles such as mother. Also, please make sure to read all the tags/warnings as this is a mature fic and will contain an unhealthy dynamic and toxic traits. This is not a template for an IRL relationship. This is fiction.

Not beta read, I die like penguins eaten by orcas.

I hope you enjoy some unconventional family fluff!