#Some kinda vocal mimic maybe??

[goddess-of-graphite]

The Great Notes App Exodus: Gothic Dragons

Gotham has always been protected by a Dragon, even before it was ever Gotham.

There was a way about the land Gotham stood upon, that was all twisted magics and darkness and feral energy that never quite fit in man’s modern world. America had but one Guardian Dragon - except for Gotham, which was near a law and country unto itself.

Gotham was a sanctuary for the supernatural, but it was not kind. Those non-humans who risked its dark streets were the brave, or the foolish, or the terribly desperate. Gotham was a dark city, and it’s people adapted or were driven out.

(But should a threat ever come for her, all of Gotham would rise up in response.)

So Gotham had its own Guardian, but the Dragon guarded the world outside from Gotham’s brutality just as much as it shielded Gotham from those that would rend her apart.

But, of course, Dragons were only so many, and new blood must be brought in - human blood, as it often was, and so the trend of Dragon blood “skipping” a generation emerged.

And the bloodline of the Guardian Dragons of Gotham withered, bit by bit, because it is far easier to kill a human of dragon blood than it is to kill a Dragon of human descent.

(And Bruce Wayne has never hated this truth of the world more - because his parents had been Skipped, human, and if they had been dragons, they’d still be there with him.

But they weren’t.

It was just Bruce, a fledgling Dragon, and the butler left to care for him.)

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Although Gotham had only ever had one Guardian Dragon, it had at one time had a whole lineage of Dragons capable of taking up the mantle. As the Dragons intermarried, however, more and more lines broke off with human kin, occasionally producing dragons.

But the Guardian Line had been reduced to one untrained hatchling. And that hatchling didn’t much care if it was a Dragon or a dragon that was Guardian of the city, just that there was someone to Guard it.

The problem is, of course, that the hatchling needs training - but he cannot get that in Gotham.

So he leaves.

He comes back ready to pull his city back from the brink, by force if (when) necessary.

Here’s the thing - Bruce is no Dragon, because for all that he is the last of the Guardian line he doesn’t adhere to the rules of that duty.

A Guardian’s duty is to the supernatural beings they protect.

Bruce has already decided that that is not enough. Human or Magical Being, if no one else will step in, then he will.

Bruce might have been the Gotham Dragon, but that didn’t mean he was the only dragon in the city.

The thing about dragon blood is that it tended to turn up dragons unexpectedly in families that had been mostly human. A dragon ancestor could have human children, and their children have human children, and then a dragon. It was a recessive trait when introduced into human bloodlines, and especially if it was paired with yet more human lines, but it also was tellingly stubborn - a human may only have a single draconian ancestor hundreds of years back, but they could still unexpectedly turn up a dragon hatchling.

It was just sheer dumb luck that a bunch of said unexpected hatchlings turned up within the span of the same generation.

#The Great Notes App Exodus #graphite writes #american dragon was a show I held close to my heart the entire first season #and then they changed the art style and I Literally Could Not watch it #But the concept is so cool and I love dragons so here it is transplanted onto the batfam <3 #I also considered a version where the rest of the batfam are all different mythical creatures or even just human #Dick would be a water-based siren because I love the thought of him longing for the sky like his bird-siren ancestors #the thought is that you have three variations of sirens: the nymph-like sirens who are the oldest and rarest version #The bird-based sirens who came after Demeter charged them with finding Persephone #And the most prevalent water-based sirens from when they threw themselves into the sea when they couldn’t lure in Odysseus or w/e #So ever since sirens long for the skies and it’s all very tragic <3 #Jason would be a werewolf because I adore the image of this tiny floppy puppy coming back as this two-metre tall feral behemoth of a beast #and Tim as always gave me trouble so I decided he got turned into a vampire while wandering the streets alone one night with his camera #Babs had latent naga blood that activated when she lost the use of her legs so now if she wants she can spawn a snake tail instead #she can’t go out like that obvi but it’s nice being able to get around regardless of her injury #Cass is human because I thought it was funny that the most dangerous batfam member was the only one who wasn’t a mythical being <3 #Fuck knows about Steph tho #Some kinda vocal mimic maybe?? #Something subtle so that she seems human at first (and second) (and third) glance #It doesn’t help that her personality is so loud since it tends to distract people from any of her Otherness

[tomwambsgans]

one of the most interesting things to me about tom's ladder-climbing is the fact that he was clearly not, in fact, that low to begin with. in a deleted scene from 2x3, he reveals that his dad teaches media studies - and has presumably done so as a career for most if not all of tom's life, given that this information is an argument against the notion of tom being a poor child. whether his mom's status as a Respected Twin Cities Divorce Lawyer was a factor back then too, at the very least his family could afford to recreationally hunt game.

but tom also says himself that he's been thinking his whole life about money. how to get money, how to keep money.

so the thing i have to wonder is, was that ever an issue? the wambsganses don't seem to have ever been anything but upper middle class. but who knows, maybe they've had their low spots. maybe tom had a mostly spoiled childhood but then the economy hit them kinda rough for a time. that would certainly inform tom specifying "how to keep money." maybe he's had to learn the hard way, in his formative years, how abruptly you could lose what had become normal to you if you weren't careful.

clearly tom's parents have been doing well for likely some years before the events of the show. but also not so well that their "contribution" to the wine at tom's wedding doesn't feel like a huge chunk of change to them. they're still at the point that they don't have the decorum not to act like money is a huge deal, which is telling. i have to imagine that, similar to greg, tom has been helping his parents out a bit since his salary has hit 6 figures. who knows how much of the money his parents spent was just tom's money to begin with - maybe none at all. maybe he's only paid off some debts and allowed their own income to pile up, and all they needed was that temporary safety net. it's likely enough that tom's dad's teaching salary has grown exponentially because of his age and experience, and that mom wambsgans has seen a huge boom in clients in recent years.

something else to consider is shiv's description of tom's family as striving -- which, while there is a lot of hostility at play during that whole scene, i believe is essentially true. thinking about that line and then about tom's parents in prenuptials, you get a really vivid image of the way the middle class desperately mimics the upper class. the way that, every once in a while, they can afford to. and then their desperation gives them away.

tom was raised by two very ambitious people, and it's trickled down to him. he was absolutely raised with an overt and vocally repeated message of do well in school, get into a good college, get a high-paying job. maybe they even told him better than ours... even though it seems his parents are to some extent following personal passions. divorce attorney and media studies professor aren't the kind of jobs that anyone does just because it pays well. they're both specializing in their fields, which is evidence enough of a real attachment to those careers even if we didn't also have mom demanding to see tom's prenup, and frankly the fact alone that tom himself went into media. like, if there was ever a sense of passion in tom's career, that was probably the connecting piece. after all, what boy doesn't want to impress his dad?

...and it's for that reason that i do not think tom was specifically told to be a business major. i feel pretty certain that he wouldn't have been discouraged from a career that made him happy unless it was a completely fruitless passion. but i don't know if i should then necessarily figure the opposite: that tom was ever specifically encouraged to find something to be passionate about. i can't imagine a tom any older than 10 trying to declare ambitions that were purely artistic in the first place. i might just be biased but tom seems like the type who has had this intuition from birth: to understand what others wanted from him and do it. i would say that, similarly to greg, simply being loved and approved of is tom's passion. and by god did he do it.

one last thing that stays on my mind is that tom went to an ivy league school, which i believe his own merit is somewhat responsible for. but, in contrast to greg now, i seriously doubt that tom has ever totally lacked a cushion. i think he had some relatively breezy college years. he studied hard, of course, and knowing that he was being supported the whole time likely helped.

(and he spent all that time at school, and another 2-4 years at another school, and still showed up in manhattan yet without a shell.)

obviously there's no telling exactly how much luck tom grew up with. a middle-class family's finances could easily be all over the place in a matter of 18 years. and they really probably were, because why else would keeping money be such a concern? and why would it stick so hard?

it's just interesting to think of how much more privileged tom's childhood must have been compared to so many, greg included, and yet how the roys are just so far up that it makes their situations feel equal.

#tom wambsgans #tomgreg #meta #mine

[marvelmusing]

I don’t do this a lot, so hopefully I’m doing it right. So, my birthday was yesterday and it just kinda sucked. Was wondering if I could put in a request for Billy? Like maybe something where either everyone forgot her birthday or possibly where Billy knows she doesn’t have a great history with her birthday and he tries to do something really nice for her. You don’t have to write anything if you don’t want. I literally love your work though. It’s near constantly that I’m on your page. 💗

Of course, sorry this took a few days (and that it’s quite short) but I hope it lifts your spirits a little. Sending lots of love your way ❤️

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Birthday Treat

Billy is incredibly observant. Every single thing he learns or notices about you he files away for a later use. Whatever you want for your birthday, Billy is a hundred percent committed to making sure you get it.

He reminds all of his employees that your birthday is approaching, so that when he comes home on your birthday, his bag is full of cards for you from them all.

When you arrive home, you find Billy standing at the kitchen sink with his sleeves rolled up, snipping the stems of a beautiful bouquet of flowers that he’s assembling in a vase for you.

He grins at the surprised look on your face.

“Hey you. Happy birthday.”

Billy is always attentive, but you hadn’t expected this and you wrap an appreciative arm around his waist as you cup the head of one of the flowers in your hand.

“Thank you,” you say quietly as you admire the flowers before sneaking a glance over at Billy.

Hands wet from cleaning the stems, he nudges his hip against yours affectionately as a response, before he presses a kiss to your cheek and nods towards the plentiful stack of envelopes on the kitchen counter.

“You’ve got some mail.”

As he continues to ensure your bouquet is arranged to perfection, you open up the cards and place them on the countertop so that Billy can see them and ask you who they’re from.

Whenever there’s some names you don't recognise, Billy jumps in with an answer of who they are which brings a smile to your face.

Once he’s finished with the flowers, he carries the vase himself, placing it in whatever spot you point out and he adjusts the angle this way and that to make sure that it looks perfect.

The ingredients for your favourite meal are already waiting in the fridge for Billy to retrieve them and begin making dinner for the two of you. If you enjoy cooking then Billy might let you help him, but he very much wants to do it for you.

The two of you will talk and your days, things you have planned for the week, new TV shows or films you want to watch together. All the while, Billy is making dinner and you set up the table.

Billy is incredibly aspirational when it comes to your birthday cake, and had arrived home early to begin baking. It certainly isn’t his forte but he tries his hardest to mimic whatever design he had seen on the internet that he knew you would love.

He does his best, and is quite pleased with his work, although he is a little worried you won’t like it. So, as a back up, he also brings out a tray of store bought cupcakes, a birthday candle slotted on each of them.

Billy serenades you with his own version of ‘happy birthday,’ with added vocal flourishes because he’s a show off that likes to remind you he has a good singing voice. He grins at the sight of you rolling your eyes, your face visible even after he had turned off the lights due to the extensive number of candles spread over cupcakes and cake.

When you blow out the candles, he jokes about leaving the lights off so that you won’t be able to see the cake. The smile on your face widens when he turns the light back on and you see your cake. It isn’t a perfect replica of what Billy had wanted but to you it’s perfect.

The cake crumbles into a bit of a heap as Billy cuts two slices but with your help you manage to scoop it onto your plates. He seems surprised at how good it tastes, and the glimmer of pride in his eyes makes it even better.

Once you’ve finished your cake, Billy tells you that he’s taking you for a drive and that you’re getting ice cream for the trip.

So, that is how you spend the rest of your evening, with Billy driving you around the city, car heater chasing away the chill of the night as the stars come out of hiding and the radio hums away with a familiar tune.

The ice cream might numb your tongue but it gives you the wonderful sweetness of a birthday treat as you watch Billy’s hands on the wheel while he drives, humming along to the radio.

#lots of love #lovely people #answered asks #thanks for the ask! #billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo drabble #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x you #billy russo imagine

[arudoe]

Ok, first of all I have to say that I love your art style, it's just so comforting idk how to explain it but it's really really really nice

Also I saw your bruise wallpaper hc and you are so right, but which other hc do you have of them??

OMG ueueue thank you so much that is so sweet of you 😢😢

and also im soo glad you liked my silly hc hehe because i have so many its not normal actually

i made a post the other day with some of my hcs (this one) but i have plenty more!! so um enjoy 🦈

- they are both autistic (i infected them /j)

- my jay is transmasc ! (cole too sometimes depending on how i feel)

- they dont rly do petnames only like mean nicknames that are said with very much love and affection (like dummy stink fartface yk…)

- i feel like they do everything together like train play video game even when theyre doing separate things theyre tgt… like its always cole AND jay and never just them seperate… always team up for missions and everything… when they arent together the others will go wheres your other half haha stuff like that also they bicker all the timr and never say anything to each other but when the other isnt around they always talk so fondly about each otjer and 😭😭 it makes me wanna puke /pos

- they have very different music tastes (i hc jay listens to kpop and cole to 80s rock & new wave) and theyll always talk about how bad the others music taste is but secretly they actually like it… (jays kpop playlist got a save once and he was trying to figure out who it was and cole was like whoever it is has the worst music taste in the world) (it was cole who saved it) (also vice versa)

- they play every game and watch every show together and when one of them starts something without the other they get offended 😭😭

- speaking of watching cole cant handle anything scary at all but sometimes jay will somehow convince him to and always puts on the scariest stuff because he thinks its cute when cole jumps 😭

- jay still sleeps with his plushies so when they cuddle jay is spooning his plush and cole is spooning him and sometimes cole lays on jays chest

- they playfight and wrestle a lot and sometimes get seriously hurt while doing it

- they play dancing games tgt… like just dance and ddr

- also i think jay deffo dances to stim (totally not self projecting here) and his dance moves are always a bit silly so cole will copy them and jay is like are my making fun of me >:( and cole is like yeah maybe i am

- on the topic of stims they deffo mimic each other a whole lot in the sense theyll copy each others vocal stims and it annoys the hell out of everyone else because theyll say the same silly phrase over and over again for weeks 😭😭

- i also hc them both as chronically ill (jay is hypermobile and cole has arthritis) and sometimes after especially hard training days they will give each other back rubs/massages…

- they arealso borh very smart separately but when you put them together they become super stupid and lose all their brain cells

UMM okay this is kinda long so ill leave it here i have like a million more but id sit here forever writing them so 😭😭😭 once again im rly happy for ur question im kind of obsessed with them if u cant tell but um yea… enough yapping from me… adios..

#ardosyapping #bruiseshipping #IM KIND OF EMBARRASSED POSTING THIS HAHA #but its okay i love them sm… #ty for ur question op gives you a high five

[sp4c3-b0y-123]

Hello, could I please have some therian tips for a striped hyena kin? Apologies if you need more detail than that for the request, as I've not seen one of these done before

Okie! What I was planning to do for tips was just some stuff like decor, clothes, activities and gear n stuff so I hope you can find something useful that might help you connect with your theriotype :3

Decor:

Hyenas live in quite a few habitats but mainly savannas, grasslands, woodlands, forest edges, etc. Depending on what you may feel connected to I would get some decor related to that, such as; you could just get some different plants that matched your habitat, and this one might not be available cuz heating can be expensive but keeping your house nice and warm :3 also making little forts can be super fun! Like a den, in the back of my closet I have some small lights and a bunch of blankets and I gotta crawl over stuff to get in there and it feels nice and private and cozy. Or even if you could get like a heated blanket in there and nuzzel on top of it, that might be rrly fun!

Clothes/Gear:

Wearing striped clothes in black/brown and just kinda earthy tones might be nice, I've also found quite a few hyena ear handbands. I haven't found too many hyena tails, but you could always make your own! Fursuit tails can get a little pricy,, so yarn tails could be a cheaper option.

Activities:

Do some quadrobics, I know that's a simple one but if your able to they can be super fun. I would also suggest practicing some vocals, maybe watch videos on them or a documentary and try and mimic there sounds. Hyenas are very smart, maybe challenge yourself with some puzzles or riddles!

Food:

Definitely meat(if you not vegan/vegetarian), but definitely don't make that your whole diet. Okay well I know some people do but um.. in my option I think you need a bit of everything😭 lol. Hyenas do eat a lot of everything tho, like I've read they eat eggs so again(if your not vegan) those might be nice to have a bit more of.

<3

#striped hyena #hyena #hyenakin #therian #therianthropy #otherkin #alterhuman #therian tips

[beecanons]

Deltarune Stim HC

requested by @pulsar-ray, including ralsei for anon!

Spamton

Physical:

head tilting moves his head around. side to side, back and forth esp moves his head around as a way to express and stim while he talks

impatient hands flapping, tapping his sides, fidgeting his hands are always busy in some way

foot tappies kicking his feet or otherwise just tapping them while he's sitting/standing in place

vocal:

electrical noises makes occasional noises that mimic electrical appliances beeping, clicking, whirring, static etc could be boredom, could be out of nervous habit or other usually does it while talking but can do it to fill silence

echo repeats words at the ends of his sentences sometimes occasional repetition of phrases he's heard.

audio:

static likes listening to static and/or white noises finds it brain scratchy

dial up constantly has the dial up tone on brain loves listening to it and stimming to it

visual:

white noise tv static/snow is very calming to watch for him

colour changer loes colour changing lights esp stuff like christmas lights as long as the lights arent flickering, flashy or otherwise quickly changing colours and too bright. esp if its slow patterns thats very calming def. enjoys lights from signs around the city

Swatch

physical:

marching in place sort of just moves his legs and walks without actually going anywhere boredom stim kinda like an idle animation in a title screen/character select when youre viewing the characters animations sometimes its just his feet not his entire legs doing the movement

swaying shifts his weight from one leg to the other sorta looks like hes swaying from side to side when he does this more so a vervy common stim while waiting rather than just a boredom stim

taps taps whatevers in his hand agaisnt stuff lightly tapping his fingers on a pen or tapping the pen on a surface etc

visual:

colour shifter loves watching anything that changes colours will not look directly at the lights but loves watching the colours change gradient gifs. just that.

vocal:

humming mindless humming a near constant stim usually a jingle of some kind

Tasque Manager

Physical:

swaying shifting her weight from one leg to the other purposefully swaying from side to side as a stim usually either an impatient or happy stim

wrist flick sorta flicks and flaps her wrists about while talking or sorta like an idle animation type of stim developed it as a habit with her whip

vocal:

huff huffy sighs not upset or anything just huffs for the sake of stimming

mew says "mew/meow" and makes cat noises as a stim either happy, casual while talking, or filling the silence sort of stims

squeek makes squeak noises similar to the mew stim

The Addisons

i feel like they all share stims so heres some general ideas:

flick hair flick, wrist flick

echo repeats noises/sounds/words/phrases they hear often mimics phone sounds will bounce echoes around each other like theyre locked in a loud telephone game

toe tap will tap the toe of their shoes behind them maybe switching from foot to foot could be boredom or impatience, nervousness or discomfort

hops very excited sort of stim does little hops doesnt last very long just a short hop of expression of their glee

Ralsei

physical:

rocking will rock side to side when happy or waiting rocks back and forth when nervous

finger pokes shy, nervous or embarrassed stim of poking his fingers together either while talking or of he wants to ask something

hand flaps happy hand flappies

fidgeting playing with his scarf or the hem of his sleeves/robe for any reason at all

vocal:

pop bored "pop" stim

baa sheep noise stim or baby goat yelling also for any reason

humming humming anything hums while doing something or to fill the silence usually a happy stim

visual:

sparkles loves shiny/sparkly things watching them is distracting but stimulating straight up mesmerised by this stuff

feel free to tell me your hc's!

#swatch deltarune #spamton deltarune #deltarune headcanon #deltarune hc #deltarune #ralsei hc #bees hc #hc request #headcanon #headcanon blog #stim hc #stim headcanons #game hc #game headcanons #ralsei headcanons #tasque manager #swatch #spamton #spamton headcanon #headcanons #stimming

[princkleeatscookies]

personal cookie run headcanons!! :0

My drawing tablet's arriving soon so I guess I'll have to share some of my personal headcanons in cookie run as promised (most of them are clotted cream cookie's,,,, ehehe-)

admittedly, it's a pretty "short" list but I will update this once I thought up with new ones :>c without further ado, let's start those headcanons~! ٩(⊙‿⊙)۶

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- Clotted Cream Cookie owns a stuffed teddy bear/jelly bear as a gift from his mom from childhood / v \ He still holds onto it to this day and doesn't want to admit that he still owns that due to embarrassment ahaha.. He hides it in his room (specifically under one of the pillows in his bed) and pulls it out whenever he was having such a hard time

- Clotted Cream Cookie doesn't know modern slang or anything that Cookies around his age do for fun in the casual. He was raised in a much higher-class so he was only taught proper manners and eloquence. If he was exposed to such stuff, he'll be extremely confused or fascinated and wanted to mimic it himself (basically he's a young boomer lmao, but he is learning~!)

- Clotted Cream Cookie is a bit of a book nerd, as he always reads books (ranging from fantasy books to history books) during his leisure time. He also has his own reading area in his room!

- He never shows it to anyone, but Clotted Cream Cookie is surprisingly vocally talented (in other words, HE CAN SING-). Though he never does sing in front of anyone because he's self-conscious ahaha. He usually sings alone whenever he's in his room or during work aaa,, though Financier Cookie did hear a little bit of it (although it was very faint and didn't believe it was Clotted Cream Cookie at first) (uhuhuhu this is just me inserting the "secretly vocally talented but is too afraid to show it in front of anyone" hc ;v;)

- I'd imagine Clotted Cream Cookie to be around in either in his early 20s or just about to turn 20 (19 years old)

- Clotted Cream Cookie does have a biological father... but let's just say he isn't in the picture anymore, although Clotted Cream Cookie is very much traumatized. not gonna elaborate on that due to how dark it is. (well not yet at least)

ok that's enough Clotted Cream Cookie headcanons for this post HHSDSJDFDK let's continue~!

- Espresso Cookie and Affogato Cookie are related as brothers, but they have long been since separated each other. They don't even know if they know of each other's existence as brothers, but Affogato Cookie does recognizes Espresso Cookie a bit and has a soft spot for him, just a little bit. (I'd like to imagine that only some of the coffee cookies are indeed related to each other. not all but some.)

- Financier Cookie being a big sis to, not just the orphan cookies, but to other cookies as well ehehe (Kouign-Amann Cookie and, to a lesser extent, my cookie run oc for example)

- There were a lot of times where Licorice Cookie kinda regrets being in the Cookies of Darkness All he ever wanted is some sort of validation.. He had no other option after all. He wanted to turn to the good side but Licorice Cookie just believes there's no way for him to be good. I mean, Licorice Cookie isn't all that evil- He's just now trapped on his own decision.

- Cream Puff Cookie sometimes visits the shore to play with Peppermint Cookie during her days in the Parfaedia Institute. Though ever since she became an alumna and busied herself with studying her magic further, alongside protecting the city. She never had time to visit the shore, Which made Peppermint Cookie a little sad.

- I'd like to see that Madeleine Cookie and Financier Cookie are a little bit older than Clotted Cream Cookie (maybe 24 or 25 respectively)

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【☆】 ★ 【☆】 ╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯ 【☆】 ★ 【☆】 I think that's it for now ahdshasd, I told you this is gonna be a short list, ;v; thank you if you read this far ~! I'll probably think of some stuff but for now, here's the current list this definitely tells that Clotted Cream Cookie is my favorite character lololol

notes:

fun fact, the bit about Clotted Cream Cookie being secretly talented at singing and is reluctant to sing in front of everyone is based on the crk 2nd anniversary stream where his eng va, aaron dismuke (aka miyuki shirogane in kaguya-sama love is war s1-s2 and william james moriarty in moriarty the patriot), was asked to sing in-character but he straight up refuses HAHSHSAHD

the last headcanon was based on the drawing I saw on twitter where young Madeleine Cookie disturbed baby Clotted Cream Cookie. In the drawing, Madeleine Cookie was depicted to be a kid and Clotted Cream Cookie being a baby Which means that Madeleine Cookie is older than Clotted Cream Cookie and I just personally find it both cute and hilarious

The bit where I mentioned my cookie run oc... I might reveal it here on tumblr sometime. But not right now.

once again, thank you guys so much for reading these stupid headcanons of mine ahahsdhsd

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run headcanons #cookie run kingdom headcanons #headcanons #hcs #cookie run kingdom hc #oh my god #ahdsasdhsd #clotted cream cookie #espresso cookie #affogato cookie #financier cookie #madeleine cookie #cream puff cookie #peppermint cookie #i'm not a clotted cream cookie simp #pls #god #aaaaa #why #dkjdflkjslfksfd #also the vtubers I used in gifs are nanashi mumei on top and hakos baelz at the end of the post #i like hololive too hehe

[letstalkaboutit100]

*skitters in to drop more headcanons*

So on the fact that Krogan is part lycanwing (they are real, just quite rare. The dragon eye speaks of them, but for the most part, even to the Grimborn brothers they are a bit of an enigma. They are also incapable of shifting into full dragons. They are more or less half-dragons, half man half beast, and typically attribute to a certain species.) Krogan is roughly 75% blood content. He cannot shift, but he has extremely heightened senses, light sensitive eyes that allow him to see for miles on even a new moon (as if it is a full moon). He also is 8’2”, mostly to make up for the fact that he cannot shift. The added height and obvious weight is great for added protection against most would-be predators. His draconic instincts also cause him to have more primal behavior, and he is somewhat capable of understanding dragons.

To him, their tongue is quite garbled and oftentimes can be indecernible, oftentimes just being a discernible notice of just being able to understand bits and peices- the basics like food, hungry, water, thirsty, I Need, along with a few other things surrounding basic human needs and wants like “cold” and “too hot,” among other things. Though with a lot of practice he would definitely be able to slowly learn how to speak their language completely.

He has… different vocal chords. He can completly speak and mimic pretty much any noise or voice he puts his mind to (very well mind you. Voices and dragon chatter are his specialty.) His vocal mimicry… at least when it comes to people… it is perfect. But a bit too perfect. To the point where it sounds wrong. At least to others, if they pay close attention to the voice they realize it is in fact… not right. Maybe a tone is wrong in there.

He uses it as a luring strategy while hunting and working. Most don’t think anything of it because it’s something kept on the down-low.

Kroganis just. Weird and kinda fits that uncanny-valley to a lot of people because from first glance people think “oh yep definitely a person!” But if they look closer… his teeth are too sharp… his eyes are too catlike. His eyes glow in the dark, the pupils gleam like a cat or a dragon’s in dim light, and he has a third clear eyelid to protect his eyes while swimming or during flight. He’s Not Right if you look a bit too closely.

He can also be affected by Grimora venom and bewilderbeast mind control. The bewilderbeast mind control is not as successful as it is with a full lycanwing or dragon and the entire time anything the dragon tries forcing him to do is quite painful.

He also eats people on occasion (only when starving though.) Lycanwings are kind of natural predators of Humans so it is kinda why some people are unnerved by Krogan’s mere presence around them because they can instinctively feel that he is practically a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Upside is that he can and will eat most meat raw and has a higher immunity to foodborn illnesses like salmonella and parasites. (For the most part his extremely strong stomach acid practically cooks parasites.)

He’s also naturally kind of long limbed and gangly so he’s extremely good at climbing.

For the most part Krogan does just want to be left alone. His instincts and a lot of his ptsd related trauma causes him to be quite snappy and fussy as an excuse to get people away from him. His ideal day is spent alone, painting, swimming or sleeping.

*Runs faster than the speed of light because she forgot to check her inbox*

IM HERE! IM HERE! Ok! The changing of his voice is so cool! I would want that as a superpower to freak people out lol! Now, did he get bit by a lycanwing like the legend Gobber told or was he just born that way? The eating of humans and raw meat is gross in a good way! I totally see him as a painter! I can imagine him and Viggo being aggressive Bob Ross's trying to outpaint the out XD!

#httyd #httyd krogan #httyd lycanwing #dragons #headcanons #au's #questions

[erigold13261]

I already have some ideas for the arachnikids Sayu crew AU: -Gwen would do Yua’s voice and mocap -Gayatri and Pav work on Renho, and Pav even can work on altering reality for the mermaids’ stage (does Renho have siren powers?) -Aoi and… Miles or Peni? (Miles likes singing for sure) -Haru and… hmmm…

In this version you are proposing, I don't know if Renho would have siren powers (or what looks like siren powers since technically Gayatri is not a siren but her powers mimic their abilities). Mainly because I haven't decided if those powers need to be seen live to work or not.

And by live I mean in person. I personally don't think siren/vocal manipulation powers should be able to work through technology, or at the very least new tech shouldn't allow that. Because it just makes things really fucked up if a person with siren powers made a video and was able to control or convince people to do stuff whenever it was watched (and that would become worse if it became a viral video). But also since the mermaids are all digital or holograms, I just don't think Gayati's powers would actually work other than people just thinking her voice is objectively very nice.

I did see your Pav point and was influenced by that when I was writing my version of this AU. I don't think he can alter virtual spaces with his powers (that would be more Peni's place or maybe even Margo power-wise, otherwise it is the editors like Sofa doing that).

However! I do think that Pav could alter the live stage of performances! If he's not working on mo-cap in this version (or they figure a way how to have him multi-task). So like, if the mermaids are holograms or have robotic bodies and are performing on stage, Sofa can't do much unless they have huge screens to represent the virtual world of the mermaids. This would be where Pav absolutely shines and is able to create a more immersive performance for the fans (probably has to not be a mo-cap person at this time to make sure he is fully concentrated).

I did kinda think about having Miles be one of the voices for the mermaids (possibly Aoi since Aoi did end up using he/they in my version of them but still wanted to look feminine), however, I think these teens would have wanted to keep things more "feminine" and consistent (which is why Gwen does voice therapy) because they were unconsciously trying to copy 1010 a bit, and at the time 1010 was 5 male robots with male voices, so the mermaids would be 5 (or however many mermaids they wanted) female mermaids with female voices to them.

Maybe one day they will add a side character or another merm that Miles would be able to voice OR he is a backup vocal that doesn't actually have a character (or is a generic merm for the main mermaids to interact with) which allows him to sing with the others (especially duets with Yua/Gwen's mermaid lol).

Peni definitely can't be a mermaid's vocal before joining NSR because all of kits energy, concentration, and power will be needed to make sure the holograms of the mermaids are working properly. If the team joins NSR with like 3 mermaids (like I was gonna have them before wanting to add Ganke and Peni more into the story lol), I can see Peni, and maybe Miles, getting to be the voices for the 2 extra mermaids added since now they have proper tech for the holograms to work without Peni constantly having to be the controller for them.

#nsrtalk #spidertalk #nspidr #eritalks #noart #asks #eriau #eriverse

[bondsmagii]

So! This one’s gonna be a little long and creepy if that’s alright. I’m almost completely positive something fucked happened at the house I’m staying at. Part of me is scared it’s Sk*n W*lkers

A bit of context: I’m staying with a friend in her family home about an hour or two outside of London. It’s not rural, necessarily, and it’s a super safe neighborhood. It’s me, her, her boyfriend, her parents, and her sister. A dog and two cats.

Been staying here two and a half weeks & nothing yet. I’m used to the foxes even though they’re a little disconcerting when it sounds like children screaming in the middle of the night (I’m american)

At 3:30 in the morning (I checked) I wake up to the sound of whimpering right outside my window. We all sleep on the second story with the windows open for a breeze & the windows face a fenced in backyard.

At first it sounded like their dog, but she doesn’t sleep outside, then I settled on it being a fox maybe talking to another fox. It went on for a while before I got a genuine sense of dread in my chest and realized the whimpering sounded like it was on a perfect loop. Over and over, the same length, the same pattern, the same whines.

Fuck if I was gonna get out of my bed and check it out, so I stayed put. The whimpering stopped pretty suddenly (mid whine) and I was listening and waiting for it to start back up when—and i’m getting scared again thinking about it—I hear a sound that sounds Exactly like if my friend’s boyfriend was outside clearing his throat. Or trying to.

Except it wasn’t him because he’s just had a minor surgery, so he’s cooped up on bed rest, and besides—He’s not a night owl and not the kinda guy to be doing that. I mean dude, it sounded exactly like something that was trying to sound like him.

It was half throat clearing, half like—checking the durability of your vocal chords to see if you can speak kind of thing? Like trying to talk after being strangled

Just weird moaning and trying to speak coming from outside my (open) window.

It scared the fucking shit out of me. As someone who believes in all of that stuff, i just stayed in bed and cited the lord’s prayer to myself over and over. What was freaking me out also is that usually when I do that (pray) i get a light feeling in my chest, a softness, something calm. No matter how much I focused on praying last night, the dread didn’t budge.

The groaning stops. The whimpering comes back on a loop. I’m shitting myself texting my parents who’re still awake in the states that there’s some creepy sounds happening outside just so i don’t feel alone.

The groaning comes back & this time I hear it from behind my bedroom door. Like it’s gotten inside and is standing somewhere in the hallway. The groaning goes on for a few seconds before something or something paces the length of the hallway. But like, awkwardly? like with a limp a bit. And the breathing is weird. The breathing is like someone really exhausted, but bad exhausted. Like outran a murderer in the rain exhausted. And I just know in my gut it isn’t the boyfriend who’s recovering.

He usually wakes up like clockwork around 5 because that’s when his pain meds wear off, and he’d use the bathroom closest to his bedroom, not go all the way down the hall to my room and stand outside it if he needed anything.

Footsteps recede. I hear no doors close. Whimpering goes on until about 4:30. I haven’t slept. Needed to tell somebody about this.

Thank you for reading

this is honestly so fucking creepy, but I have never heard of skinwalkers being active in the UK. they're pretty well-tied to geography and culture, and have unfortunately suffered from becoming the go-to thing in creepypastas for a while, so now everything that seems to mimic is classed as a skinwalker. it's a real shame, because skinwalker mythology is fascinating, and also there's a lot out there outside of skinwalkers that this kind of thing could be.

with this, there's probably a pretty simple explanation. the UK is very old and very full of ghosts. a lot of the buildings are old, and have been lived in by many people. even if the building is new, the land itself is old, and has been inhabited for thousands of years. I don't know what it is about the UK and Ireland, but paranormal activity is super fucking high here, more so than most other places, and pretty much every place I've ever lived has had something going on. I think what you might have experienced is a residual haunting.

while no less terrifying to experience, sometimes even if you get used to it, residual hauntings are harmless as they're not sentient. they're remnants of energy. if a person does something often enough, for example walks up the stairs and stops to catch their breath before continuing, such as an elderly person might, this repetivie action could imprint on the building. the older person passes away, somebody new moves in, and at 9pm every evening they hear creaking on the stairs, before a pause and heavy breathing, and then creaking again. it's very common, and probably makes up the majority of hauntings. usually they're very lowkey, but sometimes they can be pretty major, and even involve full apparitions.

generally speaking, something malicious like some kind of mimicing cryptid would not enter a house like that, and if it did, it would probably not leave without doing something further. it sounds like what you heard was the imprint of an old resident. perhaps this person was a smoker, and stood outside in the spot you heard the weird throat sounds from -- a smoker would likely be out late, and would probably not be in the best of health chest and throat-wise. the whimpering could have been this person crying, as negative emotions are often more likely to be "stored" than positive ones, and it makes sense -- somebody gets bad news, or they're grieving, or they're stuck in some other nasty situation, so they go outside in the middle of the night and have a cigarette. then when they're done, they come back inside and go to their room (the groaning that you heard inside the house). then it just stops, because the recording has ended.

also remember that sometimes these recordings aren't perfect. sounds get distorted, apparitions can appear looking monstrous because the energy is just not translating right, or something will be only partially recorded. sometimes it's confusing, or much more threatening than it is. but none of them are harmful, and this might explain why prayer had no effect. usually prayer has some effect against malicious entities, not necessarily because of good vs evil but more the person's faith in something stronger than itself robs it of some of the power to terrify, and these things like easy prey. if you prayed and it had no effect either on it or your own comfort, this is probably because there was nothing to fear. it's simply a harmless recording, and it continued on as normal, and this then compounded your own fear as, from your perspective, it looked like you were up against something immune to prayer. but really it just was not aware of you at all; it's not even sentient.

hopefully this made some sense! it must have been a terrifying experience, but it's a very cool one. if this is indeed what it is, it's very unique. residual recordings are usually very quick, and one as drawn-out and detailed as this is very impressive.

#creepy asks #anon #asks

[empty-masks]

Book Two, Chapter Seventeen

CW: Strong Language, Sexual References, Graphic Violence, Fantasy Bigotry, Smoking, Alcohol Use, Light Body Horror

Olive and Cherry are the first to wake up in the morning, sitting up in their makeshift beds. The Owl sits up, but the Techie covers his face. “Did… did you…?” Olive starts. “Yup.” “And you saw…” “Exactly what you saw.” “Our “gifts,”” she says, brushing some of the dead leaves out of her feathers. “They have names? And they’re real.” “Why can’t I shake the feeling that I’ve seen that thing before…” “What, those other people?” “No, the big… thing, that was talking to us. Didn’t you see it? With the tentacles made of glass? And that massive crystal skull?” Olive frowns. “I definitely saw the tentacles. I don’t think I could’ve not seen the tentacles. But I didn’t see any skull, Cherry.”

“I swear,” he mumbles. “I swear it was a skull. It was like looking up a mountain, and it rotated when it spoke…” “Like a clock?” “No, like… well, maybe like a clock. It rotated out one of its faces for a new one. Like it was a ticker switching numbers. So, kinda like a clock. But, it was just so… big, and its mouth never moved when it talked. Its voice was coming from its tentacles, or somewhere else, I don’t know.”

Olive yawns, and stands up. “I wonder if anyone else had the same dream.” She looks to the three still sleeping, then smiles. “Nope. Probably not, huh? Dang. You wanna help me scrounge up some breakfast?”

By the time the two get back, everyone else has either gotten up or is in the process of getting up. Judith is a bit of a wreck, as wolfing-out, fighting, and running in the woods would drain even the most persistent of managerial staff. Leon is in the process of stoking the campfire back into its original state, and Azariah has gotten out his mandolin to pluck a few strings, given the downtime. Leon is the first to greet them as they return with a few pocketfuls of wild berries, greens, and a couple choice mushrooms that would do well over a fire (and not produce toxic smoke in the process). Olive gets to spearing the shrooms for roasting, and Cherry sits down to process the bounty. Leon leans over, shines one of the berries on his shirt, then pops it in his mouth.

“We need bigger water bottles,” he remarks. “I’m thirsty as hell.”

“Yeah. That would be a good idea.” Cherry pauses for a moment. “Hey, do you recall seeing a large, skull-faced, mountain-sized, tentacled being talking to you,” he attempts to mimic the voice, but ends up sounding more like a young teen trying out his first bout of dirty vocals, “like this in your dreams?”

Leon blinks. “No, Cherry. I haven’t. Why?”

“Well, Olive and I had the same dream last night. And that thing was in it. It told us that we had discovered our gifts, told us the names of the gifts, and then we woke up, since there were some other people there who weren’t supposed to be there.”

“Weren’t supposed to be there?”

“Yeah. Three people with gems in their eyes. The thing sounded like it wasn’t expecting them. And that it wasn’t pleased to see them, either.”

The Orc frowns, and thinks back to the encounter in Kiln. Didn’t a couple of those thugs have that going on? He swears they did. Never did learn their names. Hell, he thinks to himself, he doesn’t even know if they survived the concrete spill. What a massive shit show that was.

“What a massive shit show that was, huh?” He says, popping another handful of berries into his mouth. “Olive, you think your pals are on us now? The ones who held you hostage?”

“Huh?” She sticks the last mushroom skewer into the dirt, and sits down beside it. “Jules and Lucille? Yeah, they’re on us for sure now. Can’t see any reason they wouldn’t be.” She frowns. “Kinda sucks, they’re real cool too. Were really nice to me back in the day.”

“They aren’t nice anymore. You should kill that attitude before it ends up killing you.” Leon points a finger at her. “That vampire looked like he could rip someone in half.”

“I’d bet he’s done it before,” she comments.

Cherry peers his head around to Judith, who has silently joined the conversation. He offers her a couple berries, which she cautiously takes, and begins to chew on.

“How’d you sleep?” he asks her.

“Like I was dead,” she responds. “I haven’t done that in a while. Really puts you out of it. Are we having mushrooms?” Olive gives her a thumbs up from across the fire, and she grimaces. “I think my appreciation for them has gone down significantly since we met Davey.”

“Hey, do you have much control over your lycanthropy?” Cherry didn’t seem to mind the mushroom comment, much more interested in the fact that she could turn into a big, giant, scary wolf monster.

“Not really. You need more practice than I’ve bothered to put in. I prefer pushing pencils to pushing people’s shit in.”

“We knew that.” Leon snorts in the background, but it doesn’t deter Cherry from continuing to pry. “How come?”

“Would you want to have to repress the urge to turn into a big, slobbering, snarling dog-thing every time someone gets on your nerves?”

“Not really. Well, that blows. Guess it’s more cool in concept.”

“It’s not cool. It’s a curse. I don’t know why people can turn out this way, but they can, and I’m fucking unlucky enough to be one of them.” She runs her hand through her hair, undoing knots as she finds them. “No more questions, Cherry. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay,” Cherry agrees, looking down at the forest floor. “Do you wanna hear about what happened to me and Olive?”

She motions for Leon to hand her one of the done mushroom skewers. “No.”

“It’s related to why she didn’t get shot earlier, we think.”

“My power’s called The Nerve!” Olive comments, mouth full of roasted mushroom.

Judith shakes her head. “That’s very cool, Olive. Can I just eat breakfast in peace, please? Shit.”

Cherry and Olive look at one another, realizing that they probably aren’t going to get much more out of her without making her angry. Well, more angry than she is now, which is still not fun to talk to. They look at Leon, who is busy attempting to roast some of the greens they gathered. Then, they turn to Azariah. The Hare looks up from his instrument and yawns loudly.

“Figured out more about your superpowers, I reckon?”

“I still don’t know what mine is, really, but I know its name!” Olive says.

“I heard. You two think that skull-thing will give me a visit sometime soon? I’d rather like to get it over and done with.”

“Well, have you figured out yours yet?” Cherry asks, getting a little excited at the prospect. In his head, he runs through a bunch of different options for the old miner— super strength, super vision (the heat-seeing kind, not the “see for miles kind”, but both would work), telekinesis… there’s just so many options, and all of them would work great for him.

“Nope,” he replies, plucking a few notes. “Don’t think so. Didn’t feel anything particularly super power-y when we were in that scuffle back in Kiln. Just kinda felt like I was panickin’, to be frank with you.”

Olive hums, and rubs her chin. “Well, if you weren’t there with me and Cherry, that’s a sure sign you haven’t found it out yet. Do you wanna start tryin’ some stuff?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

“While we’re walking, you mean,” Judith pipes in.

“Naturally. Wouldn’t wanna slow us down.”

Leon stands up, and starts stomping out the fire. “Speaking of that, we should keep moving. You’ll have to eat on the road, Azariah.”

The Hare sighs, and slings the mandolin back over his shoulder. “I’ll make do,” he says.

The group follows the dirt road to Fusillade, deep enough into the forest to not be seen, but not far enough in to not see the road. The breeze is at their backs, and it rustles the leaves of the trees every now and then.

“What do you wanna try first?” Cherry asks.

“Well, let’s see here,” Azariah says, tapping his cheek. “You said yours was pretty specific, and it seems like Olive’s is too, so I really couldn’t tell ya. I’m stumped.”

“But, it doesn’t have to be specific,” Olive chimes in. “I think? Mine doesn’t feel super specific. I can deflect bullets, I know that much, and that’s hardly like Cherry’s.”

Cherry raises his hand. “I just take things apart with my head. And I don’t even know if that’s all I can do. That’s not very specific.”

“Cherry, you happen to be the techie of the group, and you end up gettin’ the mechanically-relevant power,” the Hare laughs. “I’d call that pretty specific. So’s Olive’s, given all events and previous occupations.”

“When you put it that way,” he grumbles.

As the three talk behind them, Leon and Judith lead the group forward silently. Occasionally, they’ll look at one another, frown, then turn away— but, somewhere along the path, a black two-door zips by them on the road. She cocks her head to the side, and finds herself listening closely. Leon raises an eyebrow, and looks behind them. They hear the screech of brakes over the sound of conversation, and when they meet eyes once again, the panic is clear in both of their expressions.

“Into the woods right now,” Judith orders. “Someone just stopped on the road, and I’m not waiting to find out which of the three groups it is that’s on us.” She picks up her pace to a jog as she dives into the thicker wood. The rest of the group follows.

As Leon manages to catch up with her, he asks, “You know we’re going east now, right?”

“Shut up,” she retorts. “Just run, smartass.”

The Orc shrugs. A wheeze catches him, but he manages to keep it down as he and the rest of the group break towards the Fusillade Wyrm’s territory.

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Blondie scoffs inside of his mask. The car’s stopped, and he’s shut off the engine to try and kill any sounds outside of the telltale rustle and shifting of frightened feet against underbrush. There are five, he notes; as he makes his way out of the car and between the trees, he counts the silhouettes, the way they move, their sizes. His long legs and thick boots make it easy to gain on them even through the forest, especially when his ears are washed with the sweet sound of medical troubles. The closer he gets, the more evident the orc’s breathing problem is becoming to him, the thick, but harsh breaths, like each one drags claws along the target’s throat.

Or how one of them is hunched, practically limping from what appears to be some kind of back pain. The shapes in the morning light make him think it’s a hare, or some other assorted type of rabbit-person he damn well doesn’t care to quantify beyond the profile. It’s plain to him as he continues his trek that the only one actually suited to escape him is a bird in blue, but based on the way she falls back to keep the distance between her and the ex-foreman short, her morals aren’t going to let her.

It’d be more interesting if she’d decided to ditch them, he muses as he retrieves his piece from its holster. At least then he’d have a real chase, but admittedly it isn’t the chase he’s after. A bit of fun on the job is all it takes to turn a job into an activity, a sport.

With his arm straight as a steel bar, he levels the gun toward the four silhouettes.

Four.

Bushes shift to his left and he spins on his heel, kicking up a menagerie of leaves as he fires off a shot. The thunderclap echoes, but the lightning doesn’t strike; the kid in the red jumpsuit isn’t even grazed by the bullet, and before he can question just how he could miss the pistol’s loader jams, and something heavy strikes his wrist. It only stings, but the force is enough to toss the Technician and the gun into a bush behind him.

Again he spins, this time to catch the haft of an axe mid-swing. A semi-professional swing too, he notes, and the blue jumpsuit corroborates. Security, or at least former security, an avian— an owl anthro. “You must be Olive,” he comments, and as her beak opens to yell, he cuts her off with a straight punch to her rib cage, dead in the center of mass. All of the air rushes out of her chest and it kills the sound, only to replace it with the creak of bone and, subsequently, the crash of a well-built warrior against a tree trunk.

When she stands back up, bleary eyed and trembling, he laughs. He drops the axe, then shakes his head. “Ho-ly shit. It’s true, then. You idiots really do have rocks in your bones. Normally that’d go through someone.”

As the axe hits the dirt, a gold and green blur of fury launches from between two trees to his left, and with a wild swing Leon digs his boot knife as deep as he can get it into the officer’s shoulder. Then he pulls it out in a wide arc and retreats to a low-stance, prepared as he could be for any incoming attacks.

Blondie hasn’t moved in the entire time, even as the owl runs past to pick her axe back up and then dart back into the bushes. He knows the strategy. It’s not hard to decipher. A couple of durable distractions while the others prepare something for him, and he supposes they might have it in their collective pea-brain to use his own piece against him. The prospect makes him chuckle again before he swings his hips and strikes the squatted orc with a heavy boot to the upper chest, right against his collarbone. His other foot stays stone still against the ground as though he’s punting a ball, and it sends Leon spiraling into the base of a nearby tree. Raising a gloved hand to check how bad his shoulder is bleeding, Blondie speaks in a low, amused tone. He’s fighting hard to keep himself from outright laughing as he says, “This is usually much, much quicker. I hope having stone-bones also dampens your sense of pain, too.”

His gaze runs coolly over the crumpled heap of an orc and the fearful shapes of the owl and whom he assumed to be the foreman in the shadows, only to settle on a very sorry shape. The hunched one, the dusty brown rabbit, all scarred up and obviously in pain. It’s easy to see in the watery shade of his dark eyes, the way his muscles all clench as though lifting far more weight than just a simple backpack. Beneath the mask, Blondie smiles as Azariah drops his backpack and attempts to stand straight.

It’s even more amusing when he sees the old bastard can’t even manage that, stuck in a half-slouch even when straining. “Alright, you big, ornery son of a bitch, I’ve been waitin’ for a long time to give you a taste of me,” Azariah rasps out, hands clenching into fists and raising up as he begins to slowly rock from one foot to the other, swaying not out of exhaustion but purpose. “For what you’ve done to my pals, for what you’ve done to every other worker you’ve squashed, for what you did to my lady!”

Blondie scoffs. “I don’t even know who you are.”

It’s not two less than swift elbow strikes to the body later that the officer sighs exasperatedly, unable to contain his own disappointment. With the typical revenge spiel one would expect a more vigorous fight from some runaway, but the dull sting of body blows offer nothing to him. The kicks offer more stimulation, striking him in the calves and thighs, unable to reach his torso partially due to height, but much more due to a certain lack of flexibility in the old fighter’s frame.

    It’s hard to move, and even harder to crouch low enough to duck a right hook from the beast he faces. He can’t stand tall enough to even reach his damned ribs with a good elbow, much less a kick. Azariah hurts. Joint pains are a given for a man like him, even more so back pains, but it feels like his body doesn’t want to move. When he’s punched in the side of the head and kisses the dirt harder than any of his awkward, stolen moments with Roxanne, every muscle in his body doesn’t want to pick him back up.

They don’t scream. The pain is too much to scream, but not loud enough; the hurt is intense, but it’s not as loud as his own body’s apathy. It wants to stay down. Every bone wants to settle into the soil beneath him. As the world swims around in his vision, the beautiful warmth of the leaves rolls to the forefront of his mind, and his skeleton longs for the earth and rock below.

Sound and sight return as his legs finally find the ground beneath themselves and his head finds the sky above it, returning to his slowly swaying stance. In his heyday, he recalls, he was much faster. He was so much faster. And no wolf gave him any gab in the ring, he made sure of that. 

As the muffled insult of a derisive snort reaches his ears, he spits nearly-black blood onto the leaves beneath them both. He doesn’t even know what the man said, or if he had said anything. He doesn’t know where anyone else is, doesn’t even know where he’s going to go if he wins. When he wins, he corrects himself.

“C’mon you big, blonde bitch, I got more in me than you can hand—”

 A big, blonde haymaker to the side of his head is what he gets before the words can finish leaving his mouth, and he spins hard enough to do a full cartwheel before he returns to his status as a pile of aging rabbit meat on the ground. As his bones start up the aching call to simply stop and let the monster win, leather-clad fingers grip his throat, a single mighty hand closing around his entire neck as its opposite grips tight on his hip to lift him high.

Cherry steps forward out of the bush, attempting to aim the cannon the acquisitions officer masquerades as a pistol, but the sheer weight makes his arms tremble. Well, the weight and the sight of Blondie holding the battered form of Azariah so high the tree branches threaten to skewer the old hare. His soft, pink eyes widen as he looks between his companions— the still crumpled form of the coughing, hacking Leon, Olive hiding behind the trees, and beside her the panting, panicked shape of Judith, a hand dug into her own hair threatening to burst into claws and tear her own scalp— and the officer.

“Let him— let him down or I shoot you. I don’t want to have to shoot you. Please, just set him back down,” he chokes out. He has to use both fingers for the trigger just to press it even a little, it’s going to take everything he has to try and fire it if he doesn’t listen. “I don’t want to shoot you, I don’t want to shoot anyone. Please.”

Azariah’s crooked body is yanked down into a raised knee, pressed down on two ends like the man’s splitting a log over his thigh. The crack that rings out is sickening, not because the breaking of a spine is loud, but because it isn’t supposed to be. Where there should be a pop, perhaps the muted, liquid snap of a strong series of bones, the movement elicits the harsh, shrill crunch of the wind tearing a branch from a tree during a storm.

    Blondie holds eye contact with Cherry as the young man screams, and he realizes it’s the only real sound there. Leon’ attempts at breathing are little more than the patter of leaves in the wind and he knows both Olive and Judith are trying to keep themselves silent, as though he couldn’t hear the mumbling murmurs of an anxious mess, as though he could not smell another wolf even beneath his mask. Cherry’s scream is very, very real, because it isn’t afraid, and it’s not pained. It’s angry.

He wonders if it’s anger over the Hare’s split spine or the flagrant, unfazed disregard for a plea to his humanity. Aiming to figure out which, he tosses the garbage body to the side, sending the limp form tumbling among the leaves and earning another raging yell from the Techie. The gun shakes even more between his fingers now, he sees. He supposes he was right on both accounts.

“Why?! You let us go before, you let me go before! You could’ve stopped us before, why—”

“You wouldn’t get it, kid.” Blondie stands up straighter, towering, unmoving in his spot. “Now gimme my gun, and I’ll make it quick.”

The response he gets is expected. He’s gotten it before. The twist of a youthful face into a hateful scowl, a grimace made up almost entirely of rage and sorrow. The gentle glint of betrayal in soft eyes. The pure, unadulterated offense taken when people’s lives are trivialized as no more than a matter of business. And the scream?

Cherry does scream, belting out a loud, “I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU,” before he grips hard with both hands and manages to pull the heavy trigger back far enough to actually fire. It’s surprising, especially since it had jammed before it went into the bush with him. It makes sense that the kid would get it to work, though. The smart types always do pull out the dumbest shit in the worst situations.

It misses Blondie by a country mile, and the recoil slams the boxy form of the gun into Cherry’s nose, sending him back to the ground as the gun pirouettes back out of sight. It’s hard not to laugh as the man slowly walks over, heading not toward his weapon but the idiot that had tried to use it against him, passing by the orc, the panicking owl and the frankly repulsive display of a lycan.

Standing above Cherry, the officer lets out a sigh. “That bullet’s coming out of your paycheck. Actually, scratch that, I’ll send the bill to your loved ones,” he says, listless. “I can’t believe you idiots really wasted that five day head start. Makes sense that you’d also waste the opportunity to die peacefully.”

He bows his head to avoid the arc of a hand axe, twisting to rock Olive’s whole body with a solid hook to the shoulder, tossing her away again. It’s followed by a quick turn, and Leon receives a similar punch to his gut, putting him back down too. He only offers a glance to Judith. She hasn’t moved an inch. If she still has her gun, which he doubts, she hasn’t tried to pull it out. It’d make him laugh if it didn’t make him sad.

His cool, blue stare trails back to Cherry, who hasn’t stopped scowling, but the strike made it harder to focus on Blondie. Slowly, he raises a foot above the red uniform.

“You know, I bet it’ll be easy to clean your skull now that it’s product.”

“Best stop bein’ certain of much of anything, son,” another says, and before the officer can turn his head he’s greeted with the sanguine sting of someone’s shin connecting with the base of his skull, sending him headfirst into a nearby tree trunk. When the shadows creep at the edges of his vision and the warm colors of the world refuse to stop swirling, he uses the warm feel of his own blood to ground himself, and soon manages to stand back up.

Turning to face his enemy, he raises his hand to try and block the morning sun, now directly assaulting his vision through his mask. He rolls his shoulders, finding that uppity rabbit standing straighter than the trees around them. The bloodied smile on his face and a black fire in his eyes triggers a hateful glare from Blondie. “Don’t you go startin’ fights you can’t finish, puppy-dog,” he croons, narrowing his gaze.

Blondie turns to grab his gun from the bush nearby, but it’s not there. Looking around, he just barely manages to spot multicolored uniforms slinking away into the shadows of the deeper forest. When he takes a quick step to follow after and ignore that damned rabbit, Azariah doesn’t let him.

First comes a blisteringly fast kick to the back of his calf, seizing up the muscle and forcing him down onto one leg. An elbow strike crashes against the side of his head, smashing the glass eye-port on one side to give the Hare a good look at the intense, icy blue gaze beneath. Azariah’s too pumped to really care about the memories that face forces him to relive, too embroiled in his own adrenaline, the pure, unbridled rush.

With every strike landed, Blondie gets slower. His swinging punches look sluggish in his vision, and after Azariah manages to grab the back of his neck and pull him into a knee to the forehead, everything his opponent tries just whiffs without a sound. It’s just like he remembers back in the ring, back in the dusty, dirty, grimy fights with his pals. Big, lumbering fuckers with fangs and claws, thinking he’s easy pickings because he’s a hare.

As his mind returns to the fight at hand, he’s greeted with just that— a fist, in his face. The force sends him spinning back into the dirt again, and Blondie stands up with a panting huff, trying to recover some semblance of balance. He doesn’t have time to even shake his head before the Hare is back in his face, digging into his ribs, belly, head, and legs with devilishly precise kicks, elbows, and knees.   

When Blondie finally manages to dodge to the side in time to not be struck in the belly again, the hare’s knee collides with a tree trunk. It shatters the bark and splinters some of the wood, but Azariah bounces back fast, gripping his knee and hissing, belting out curses so fast that they spill together in the Acquisition Officer’s ears. His brow furrows beneath his mask, silently sizing Azariah up a second time. It’s not that he’s getting slow, because despite his lack of breath a few times, Blondie’s nowhere near winded. That damned rabbit just seems to get faster and faster.

If he was getting slower, then everything around them would be faster. The wind, the leaves, all of it would be getting faster and faster as he slows down, but that’s not happening.

Only that old fuck, that decrepit miner, is getting faster.

As he snuffles underneath his mask to ignore the smell of his own blood, the old man stretches and offers yet another incorrigible smile while saying, “I’m gonna make sure you remember me this time.” And then he surges forward, launched by one leg.

The sight of it reaches Blondie before the sound of the kick-off. The earth-clapping thump of Azariah’s foot against the ground only manages to work its way into his ears just before an orange-clad shin blasts the side of his jaw, and everything falls away.

When his eyes open again, the sun’s in a different spot. It’s higher than before, but not too high, maybe a couple hours’ difference at best. It’s enough to earn a gloved fist against the ground as Blondie stands to see nothing around him, aside from the sweet, rustic hues of the Eternal Autumn. Not even the Hare’s backpack is still there. His gun is gone. The others are gone.

Only in looking down does he realize there’s a hastily scrawled note stuck in his jacket’s breast pocket, tucked there to be hard to miss. In a low, monotone voice, he reads it aloud saying, “‘Y’all ain’t my kill,’ signed…”

Something deep and hot seizes him. He crushes the note between his fingers before he screams and punches a tree, sending cracks out in a wide spider web of destruction along the wooden trunk. He punches it again, and again, and again, and he keeps screaming until the sound deepens and his mask splits the metal and plastic ruined by the formation of a long, sharp maw covered in white fur and filled with pearly fangs. His punches become clawed swipes, and soon the tree has fallen in front of him.

When his breathing evens out again, he doesn’t bother shifting back. He doesn’t care that the sleeves of his coat only just barely wrap around muscles practically carved from the mountain rock, or that his boots were destroyed by the sudden development of claws sharp enough to gut pigs. Instead, Blondie turns his slavering muzzle toward a familiar, yet odd scent. It’s blood, but it’s not his blood, and it’s not the blood on the rag from before.

He knows this. Falling onto all fours he follows it to the source, a now dried glob of saliva, rock, and blood.

Hare blood.

Chapter End.

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WARNING: I DON'T OWN WEDNESDAY OR M3GAN OR ANYTHING! NO! I'M JUST A BIG FAN OF THEM! ALL CREDITS GO TO THE CREATORS AND EVERYONE ELSE!

I found some of Wednesday's features on "Wednesday Addams (Wednesday) - VS Battles Wiki - Fandom". Some of it I remembered and also found on Google. And I tried my best to put this all in my own words. I hope I did a good job!

Wednesday Features:

Weaknesses: Sometimes she lets her arrogance get the best of her, she also has a poor control over her psychic powers and abilities which could possibly be harmful in a fight if it ever activates as it just leaves her there, helpless!

Tier 10-A, 9-C with sword.

Strength: Above the average 16 year old age, if not Superhuman strength, (kinda not exactly)

Speed/Agility: Very fast and agile, able to larger opponents before they can react.

Endurance/Durability: Was able to take in an arrow to the shoulder and survive.

Abilities/Powers: Able to see into the past and future (psychic abilities). Telekinetic abilities, sound manipulation, Body Control, mind reading and Enhanced smell, electricity manipulation with tasers and resistance to low temperature.

Skill: Stealth Mastery, skilled fighter, Acrobatics,

Intelligents/IQ: Genius Level! (150-160 maybe)

Age: 16 years old.

I found M3GAN'S features on "M3GAN (Model 3 Generative Android) - VS Battles Wiki - Fandom" Some I also remembered. Also I found some of M3GAN'S strength features on "How strong is M3GAN? :rM3GAN". And I tried my very very very best to put this all into my own words. So I hope I did a good job!

M3GAN features:

Weaknesses: Vulnerable and possibly hurt by water.

Tier: 9-C To 9-B (Maybe).

Strength: Strength of a Gorilla. 10-12 times stronger than the average human. Lifting strength is around Class 1 - Class 5 at the least. Striking strength is around Street Level plus (Maybe Wall level).

Speed/Agility: Speed is basically peak human in the very least.

Endurance/Durability: Wall Level at the very very very least! Survived getting split in half. She is made out of several metals.

Abilities/Powers: Immortality, Superhuman physical abilities/powers/characteristics, technology/tech manipulation, can mimic other people's vocals and voices and more.

Skill: Stealth Mastery and Acrobatics. (Really it is pretty infinite because she can just look on the Internet and gain more and more skills) skilled fighter (she can go on the Internet and learn and master every martial art in the world).

Intelligents/IQ: Super Genius Level! (270-370+ probably)

Age: Around 10 y/o. (In the least)

#Wednesday #Batman #M3GAN #Model 3 Generative Android #Vs

[collabwithmyself]

I am absolutely in love with catperson Phoenix and Thena. ESPECIALLY Phoenix cause I wanna see how you do that story wise, is it slow transformation from gradual recognition of shared NT/catperson traits? Or is it just “oh wow my friend who is a catperson does things that I do a lot maybe we are Same?” and then overnight POOF catperson? Idk and I wanna find out.

Okay so Cathena is new and I am still formulating thoughts about it and I absolutely want to do her justice. BUT I ACTUALLY HAVE. BIG THOUGHTS ABOUT THE FELINIX BRANCH OF THE AU. This is mostly copy-pasted from Discord please bear with me

good evening lads i have an extremely self indulgent au of the au

it's that phoenix is also a catboy but like. not fully fledged yet? as an allegory for not realizing you're neurodivergent until you're well into adulthood because you masked too well and/or nobody recognized the signs

phoenix started the realization process as a kid when he realized he was really similar to miles and the two of them understood each other better than anyone else did, but it kinda ground to a halt once miles moved away and he started masking

the few inhuman traits he did develop can be easily ignored, or downplayed as something humorous. (as someone with adhd, playing your symptoms for humor so they're more palatable to the people around you, whether consciously or not, is VERY common!) he doesn't actually realize there's something up with him.

Phoenix carefully cutting his food so nobody realizes just how damn sharp his teeth are and starts asking questions (they're just like that naturally? Leave him alone?), and playing off the fact he can wiggle his ears as a weird party trick

He'll accidentally do work in a nearly completely dark office because. He can see in the dark. And he'll scare the crap out of Mia or Maya because his eyes shine and they otherwise didn't notice him in the dark room

He just doesn't realize how weird he is, and he gets panicky whenever people point out that he's weird. But he's weird in a funny way, so it's fine, right? It's intentional, right? There's nothing really wrong with him, right?

Every so often there's cracks in the mask, especially when Phoenix is left alone, because his abandonment issues are made so much worse with his RSD, but that means no one else is around to see these cracks

But the mask starts plain falling apart after he's disbarred and crashing hard, suffering even worse than any neurotypical person would due to his RSD and trauma, and it slips enough that Miles in particular can start to see the cracks and questions if he's really neurotypical

Phoenix starts stimming more obviously when he's alone, is low on motivation, unknowingly self-medicating by drinking sugary grape juice to help him stay collected

But he's happier when Miles and Trucy are with him and he can engage with them, even if he's struggling to keep himself collected, and still trying to support Miles through the whole "accepting his cat side" thing even though he's in pretty serious distress himself

As Phoenix spends more time with Miles during his disbarment and starts being comfortable with sharing behaviors, his mask loosens further and further... and the more physically odd he becomes to match his mental walls coming down

He starts making unnatural noises and doesn't even really notice between Miles's own vocalizations and Trucy being able to mimic sounds. He gets distracted while playing with Miles to help him blow off steam, because for some reason he really wants a turn with the toy himself. He keeps zoning out while focusing on one specific thing, and when a noise interrupts him he jumps high enough to clear the coffee table.

He chews his nails a lot, but he could swear they're growing in sharper. He doesn't know if it's just him being cranky from lack of sleep, or stressed about Kristoph, but it feels like his hearing is getting more sensitive, or at least provoking more of a reaction. His ears are starting to itch uncomfortably, and his back is more sore than ever.

Eventually he puts two and two together. But. It scares him. His life is already so goddamn weird and this is only gonna make it so much harder!

Like. Accepting you're neurodivergent and recognizing your behaviors is a scary thing. Because it means accepting you're not "normal" and will never be able to fit in with society, and most people aren't going to understand you or even make the effort to try. And being visibly neurodivergent in public can be humiliating and even dangerous. People treat you differently when they find out you're not neurotypical, they look down on you and can sometimes get verbally or even physically violent.

So he's fighting against this realization and hastily trying to remask himself right when he's on the verge of this breakthrough, and it's putting him in so much discomfort and pain because he's right on the verge of a transformation. He can't revert, he can't undo what he's already learned about himself, so he's stuck like that because he refuses to accept it.

Miles can see Phoenix is in pain and withdrawing and it scares him, he doesn't know what to do or what's happening and Phoenix won't tell him

He has to approach Phoenix and coax out his thoughts - his fears of being different and being recognized as such, his worries that nothing will ever be the same once he finally puts a name to what's different about him, that he can't go back to the way things were when he was in blissful ignorance of himself

And Phoenix wouldn't wish this hiding on anyone and he hates that it's a necessity for Miles in order to be taken seriously

And Miles, completely clueless regarding the physical aspect of all this, assures Phoenix that he is always going to have loved ones that will fight to be there for him and understand him, that he's fought so hard to understand Miles and create a space for him where he can be open with himself and it's only fair if Miles does the same, because Miles cares so so much about Phoenix.

It's so hard to be understood, but there are people willing to meet Phoenix halfway, to understand him and help him function and give him the space he needs to be his most authentic self. Phoenix is neurodivergent and that is not a bad thing. He is loved regardless, and though the world will be harsh to him, he is deserving of love and understanding.

And poor Phoenix, huddled up in his blanket, being nuzzled awkwardly but comfortingly by Miles, a purr rumbling through them both... he just. Breaks down.

...and then there's an unsteady whisper of a sound, vaguely like a car engine trying to turn over, starting and stopping and starting again.

Miles listens closely. The awkward noise is coming from Phoenix, he's almost sure of it. He asks if Phoenix needs any water, and he coughs awkwardly, responding that he's fine. The noise stops, but... Phoenix is tense.

Miles asks him if he's alright, if he's doing something wrong. Phoenix is quick to shoot that down - Miles is fine, doing his absolute best, and Phoenix appreciates it - but... Changes in behavior aren't the only thing that have been plaguing Phoenix. Maybe it's all a coincidence. His ears don't itch anymore, and his back feels better... maybe it's just all in his head?

Miles is like. Phoenix. What are you talking about. And Phoenix is like uhhhh

Miles reaches up and slowly removes the blanket from over Phoenix's head.

And two soft, triangular ears spring up from his spiky hair.

Miles stares. Then, hand trembling, he gently brushes his fingers against one. It flicks and swivels, and Phoenix lets out a questioning trill, one Miles himself has made dozens of times.

They both freeze.

...Phoenix starts to tear up again.

Miles pulls him into an awkward hug and he sobs into his chest, terrified and relieved and so so confused. When Miles begins to purr again, his own shaky purr tries desperately to match it, new and rusty and awkward. A bottlebrush tail snakes hesitantly from beneath the blanket, and Miles's own sleek one intertwines with it.

They're the only two in the world quite like themselves, but Phoenix has spent years aiding Miles to be himself, and Miles will be damned if he doesn't return the favor to the one he adores most.

#collab rambles #collab writes #catworth au #felinix branch #collab doodles #skyhighbi #collab answers

[ssahotchhner]

Hiii! Can there be a Hotch x BAUFem!reader where they are already dating and she gets kidnapped in a case and like Reid’s epsidoe the team see her getting tortured and Hotch goes insnaely mad and the team get her but she been stabbed or shot up to you. And she passes out in hotchs arms to Hotch screaming for her to stay awake. Wakes up in hospital and all fluffy between them agter. I love your content and I get if you don’t want to do this x

hello!!! i feel like this is kinda similar to something i’ve done already so i tried to make them as different as possible. i hope you guys still enjoy!!!

warnings: just your usual torture, kidnapping, and murders

questions, comments, concerns

I’M NOT AFRAID

“Sorry to ruin date night.” Penelope teases as you and Hotch walk into the conference room. You’re wearing a dress that is far too short to be work appropriate, attempting to hide it under your long coat and scowling at Penelope. 

Morgan whistles and you roll your eyes, but Aaron only smirks as he settles into the seat next to you, resting a hand on your thigh under the table. It was nice to finally be able to be like this at work. You and Aaron had and would always continue to be professional at work, but since the team had found out, you didn’t have to hide the subtle touches or loaded glances.

“Good evening crime fighters, I’m so sorry to ruin your night, but we have some criminals afoot.” Images of women’s bodies illuminate the screen behind her. Immediately you notice small burns that decorate each of their bodies, consistent with the use of a taser. “You will be heading to North Bend, Washington where the bodies were found abandoned in alleyways behind dumpsters. In all cases, the bodies were discovered by homeless men.”

“What was the cause of death?” You ask.

Penelope sighs, “It looks like the person who did this tortured them for hours, submerged in salt water for long periods of time and tased at close range over and over, until,” She clicks the remote and pictures of the victims’ heads come across the screen.

“He tased them in the head?” Morgan asks.

“That would be correct, chocolate thunder. The ME reports that the girls all suffered incredible brain damage until their brains just… shut down.”

“The discarding of the bodies suggests he doesn’t have any remorse and he’s clearly sadistic since he tortures them for so long.” Prentiss says.

“Garcia, was there evidence of sexual assault?” Aaron asks.

“ME says since they were submerged in water for so long it’s impossible to tell.”

“Forensic countermeasure?” Reid muses.

“It’s possible.” Aaron says. 

“Oh, and there’s one last thing.” A picture of another girl fills the screen, “Another girl was taken a few hours ago, her name is Tiffany Cole. Judging by how long he’s held the other girls--”

“We have less than 48 hours to find her.” Aaron finishes, “Let’s get going then, wheels up in thirty.”

You follow Aaron to his office, closing the door behind you, sighing as you lean against it, “We’re never gonna have a night to ourselves, are we?”

He brushes his thumb along your cheek, “I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you when we get back.”

You smile and lean into his touch, “Shame this dress has to go to waste.”

“Can I at least take it off you?” He murmurs.

You raise your eyebrows, “Sure, my love, but don’t forget to close the shades.” You nod your head to the windows of his office.

You pull out your go bag while he closes the shades, pulling out some comfier, more professional clothing. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist and you lean back into him. Gently kissing your shoulders, he pulls down the zipper in the back revealing your bare back.

He groans into your skin, “I can’t believe we have a case.”

You hum and turn in his arms, placing your hands on his chest as the dress falls off you, “Well we better work quickly then so you can make it up to me.” You smirk and lightly push off from his chest, turning away from him to put on your work clothes.

Faster than you thought possible, Aaron immediately shifts back into unit chief, barely looking at you as he swipes through the case file on his tablet. Once dressed, you peer over his shoulder, “What’s bothering you?”

He shakes his head and stands, grabbing his go bag and handing you yours, “I don’t know yet.” He says and walks past you, leaving you to follow.

***

“There doesn’t seem to be any evidence of gagging or even tape over the mouth to keep the girls quiet,” Reid observes from the jet, “No trace glue on the mouth or fabric found inside. ME even reports that some of their vocal chords seemed strained, most likely from hours of screaming.”

“Which means he must have some remote place to keep them where nobody can hear them.” Rossi adds.

Aaron is quiet the entire time besides assigning the team tasks for when you land, “Aaron, what’s the matter?” You say softly, gently squeezing his leg.

He slowly shakes his head, “Something about this case… I feel like I’ve seen it before, but I can’t… I can’t remember.”

You frown, “We could ask Garcia--?”

“No.” He interjects immediately and then looks at you apologetically for cutting you off, “No, not yet. I don’t want anyone wasting their time when I’m not even sure myself.”

You nod, “Okay.”

The rest of the day went by as usual, Aaron asked you and JJ to go talk to the families. By the time you got back to the police station, the sun was beginning to set and the team had hit dead end after dead end. Frustrated, Hotch ended up dismissing the team for the night to come back with fresh eyes tomorrow.

In the hotel room the two of you shared, you kneeled on the bed behind Aaron who was still looking over case files and placed your hands on his shoulders, gently kneading them with your fingers, “Come to bed.” You said softly and kissed him just below his ear.

He shakes his head, “There’s a girl out there who might already be dead because of my incompetence.”

You frown and sit back on your legs, “That’s weird, I didn’t know you were working this case by yourself.”

He sighs, “I know I’ve seen this before.”

“Even if you had, it’s probably a copycat, it’s not the same guy.”

“But we don’t know that.” He says, exasperated, “I can’t even remember if we caught him, I can’t remember anything.”

“Okay, that’s it, we’re calling Garcia first thing in the morning.”

“Y/N--”

“We don’t have any other leads, it’s not a waste of time. Now come to bed, please. You’re no use to anyone when you’re tired, you just get more grumpy than usual.”

He finally offers you a small smile, “Are you saying that I’m normally grumpy?”

You smile in victory as you lay back into the pillows and Aaron crawls over you, “Your baseline grumpiness at work is pretty high, yes.” You mimic his frown and deepen your voice, “You always look like this, no matter who you’re speaking to or the scenario.”

He laughs and flattens his body against yours, head resting on your chest and you run your fingers through his hair, “We’ll find him, Aaron. I promise.”

He doesn’t respond, but you both quickly fall asleep like that, unaware of what horrors the next day would bring.

***

“Good morning sunshine, what can I do for you this early?” Penelope answers your phone call with a yawn.

“Hey, Garcia, sorry to call so early. Would it be possible to pull up a list of all the cases Hotch worked before he was unit chief and see if any of them are similar to this case? Maybe the victimology or the MO?”

“Might take a while, our favorite unit chief has been fighting crime for a very long time, but I’ll get back to you if I find anything.”

“Thanks Penelope.”

“Ciao bella!”

“Garcia’s looking.” You said as you hung up the phone, Aaron just finishing tying his tie. You stood and reached out to straighten it. “Try not to think about it, you work best when you’re calm and detached.”

He frowns, “Detached?”

You smile and go up on your tip toes to give him a kiss, “Yes, when you check your ego at the door.”

He cradles your face in his hands and gives you another kiss, “Okay, no more kisses until the end of the day, you’re too distracting.” And he turns away from you, walking out the door before he can even see the way you’re pouting. “Come on, let’s go. We’re running out of time.”

You nod and head after him.

***

“Garcia, you’re on speaker.” You say, pushing your phone into the middle of the conference table. The rest of the team had been brainstorming the last couple hours, but had gotten nothing. No evidence of anyone buying a taser recently, at least not locally. There was little that connected the victims, just that they were all young white women. 

“You guys, I… I really hate when this happens, but it seems that the unsub is trying to contact me.”

“What do you mean?” Hotch asks.

“I mean,” You can hear her typing quickly on her keyboard and suddenly there’s another video feed on the screen, “He obviously wants to show us something.”

“Can you trace this?” Reid asks.

“No,” She sighs, “His IP address keeps changing automatically every thirty seconds.”

“Agent Hotchner,” A distorted voice comes from behind the camera. In front of it there’s a tank of water and a girl frantically trying to swim with her hands and legs tied. “Have you figured it out yet?” The voice continues as he walks in front of the camera, never allowing the camera to see his face. You look closer at the girl, Tiffany, and see she has the consistent taser burns all over her body. “I’m tired of waiting.” He walks over to the girl, pulling her up out of the water as she screams before putting the taser next to her temple and pulling the trigger. She spasms for close to a minute before he drops her back in the water, her now lifeless body floating to the top. “I thought you were smarter than this.” The voice says before the feed cuts out.

Everyone is silent for a moment, “The hell was that about?” Prentiss finally interjects, looking to Hotch.

“Garcia, do you have that list for me I asked for this morning?” You say, swallowing away the bile that rises in your throat from witnessing Tiffany’s murder.

“Yes.” Garcia’s normally bubbly voice is quiet and subdued, “Yes, I do. The closest thing I could find was a series of murders back in the 90s. A bunch of women were tortured for hours in a salt water tank before their throats were finally slit and they were dumped behind various dumpsters in town. ME reports showed significant brain damage from repeated lack of oxygen. A Mister Garret Hughes was arrested for the murder, tried, and put to death… Oh boy, three weeks ago, right before our first victim popped up.”

You look at Aaron, “Does that sound familiar now?”

He nods slowly, “It was one of my first cases as lead profiler.”

“Well it sounds like Hughes’ death was the trigger.” Morgan says, “Hotch, maybe he blames you for Hughes’ death.”

“Judging from the body type on camera, it has to be a male, maybe a friend? Brother?” JJ muses.

“Or a son…” Aaron says, “Garcia, did Hughes have any children?”

“Uhhh, yes sir, he has a son named Cameron Hughes who was about seven at the time of the murders and is now twenty five.”

“What do we know about him?” You ask.

“Well, after his father was arrested, Cameron was put into foster care, his mom had left his dad years ago and seemed to drop off the map which sounds a lot to me like she was afraid of Garret.”

“Rightfully so.” JJ murmurs.

“Yeah. After that, Cameron bounced from home to home, reports of abuse from nearly every one until he turned 18. He got a job as a prison guard not long after and he’s been there ever since. And that explains how he was able to get a taser.”

“Any run-ins with the law?” You ask.

“Yeah, several when he was a kid, but after he turned eighteen and got his prison job he was squeaky clean.”

“What were the arrests for, Garcia?”

“Well, we have some petty theft, some fires set and… Oh, no.”

“What is it?”

“His last arrest when he was sixteen was for torturing and killing a neighbor’s dog… via drowning.”

“Do we have an address, Garcia?” 

“Already sent to your phones.”

Everyone starts grabbing things and running to the SUVs. “This can’t be where they’re holding them,” Spencer says as you all pile in and Aaron starts the car, “It’s too residential and it doesn’t match the geographical profile.”

“Well, let’s hope that we can bring him in or we find something in his house that tells us where he is holding them.” You say.

***

When you arrived, Aaron directed you, Morgan and JJ to the back. Aaron and Reid took the front while Emily and Rossi went around the side.

You were behind both Morgan and JJ, your guns raised when you spotted a shed behind the house. “You guys go in, I’ll check the shed out back.” You say. They both nod their heads and then head inside. You hear the distant sound of your team calling “Clear!” As you head to the shed, and you admit it, you let your guard down.

When you open the shed door, it’s dark and with your flashlight on, you turn to the right first, leaving your back exposed for Cameron to hit you over the head with a hammer. There’s no time to scream or fight back. A big guy, he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and heads out a back door, into the woods where his truck is waiting for him to load you into.

***

At first, no one notices that you’re missing. To be truthful, JJ and Morgan had forgotten about the shed out back. But then Aaron looks up and around the house. There’s JJ and Morgan, carefully sorting through mail on the kitchen table. “Morgan, where’s Y/L/N?”

There’s a moment of silence when it dawns on all of them what may have happened and suddenly everyone’s guns are drawn and Morgan is sprinting to the shed, JJ and Aaron on his heels. When they walk into the shed, they see your badge and gun on the ground along with little dots of blood. And then the start of an engine. Aaron wastes no time running out the back door and starts shooting at the truck, but he’s already too far down the wooded path. 

He has you. He has you and Aaron is stuck here, useless, because there are no other leads. “Why was she out here by herself?” Hotch’s voice is deadly calm.

“I… she was behind us and then she said she was going to clear the shed and we just thought…” JJ trails off, “We thought she could handle it.”

It’s not their fault, he tries to remind himself. But the rage is boiling just beneath his skin. “Hotch, we’ll find her.” Reid says when he storms past, back into the house, “Something here will give him away.”

“There wasn’t a license plate on that truck.” Morgan says as they all follow Hotch back inside.

“What’s going on?” Rossi frowns as the rest of the team comes back in the house, “Was he out there?”

“He has Y/N.” Is all Hotch says before he starts ripping the house apart, trying to find some clue of where he would take you. He slams doors and curses to himself throughout and the rest of the team helps him look without a word.

“JJ?” Reid murmurs when he notices she’s crying as she looks through the house.

“I shouldn’t have let her go out there alone.” She says, her voice thick with tears, “It’s like when I left you alone all over again.”

“You know as well as I do she made that choice to go by herself. She wouldn’t want you blaming yourself.” JJ just shakes her head, “If we want to find her we need you to focus now. This unsub is arrogant, he won’t be expecting us to find him.”

They continue searching, seeing if Garcia can find any evidence of abandoned buildings nearby, but nothing. Until Cameron reached out to Garcia himself, again.

Garcia’s panicked voice fills Cameron’s home, “Guys, he’s here again and I can see Y/N.” 

Emily quickly opens a laptop and the stream fills the screen. Aaron fills with temporary relief at seeing you sitting on the floor in front of the camera. “No blindfold or gag, just like the other victims, only her wrists and ankles are tied.” Emily observes.

“If he didn’t blindfold her at all, she might be able to tell us where she is.” Reid says, and everyone knows he’s thinking of the coded message he gave this same team years ago when he was taken.

You sit there and stare at the camera silently. You don’t appear to be injured or hurt in any way, besides the blood that drips from your temple. You most likely have a concussion from the blunt trauma. “You know, Agent Hotchner,” Cameron no longer bothers to disguise his voice, “I debated for a while who to take from this team to hurt you the most. I researched you for years while my father rotted in jail. It’s a shame Foyet got to pretty miss Haley before I had the chance. I thought about taking Jack, but I draw the line at children. Feels wrong somehow, even to a psychopath like me.” 

He starts touching you and the chair beneath Hotch’s fingers creaks as he clenches his fists. You don’t show him any fear, no tears, you don’t even flinch away from his touch. “So I focused on the team, tried to see who you had the strongest relationship with. Who would hurt the most? Dr. Spencer Reid, boy genius who you treat like a son? Agent Morgan, the little brother you wished Sean had turned out to be? What about Agent Prentiss? She was so damn pretty and smart I thought you had to have been sleeping with her. But then,” He pulls your hair so hard, your head snaps back and you grunt. The closest thing to a reaction you’d given him so far, “I saw that you shared a hotel room with this one more than once when working cases together. I’ll give you props Hotchner,” He chuckles and lets out a whistle, “I didn’t even consider her because I thought she was so far out of your league. Nice work.” He produces a taser and pulls the trigger while pressing it to your ribcage and you convulse until he pulls his hand away.

“Oh, boy. This one’s going to be fun, aren’t you?”

“I have a name.” You grind out.

Cameron responds by ripping off your shirt and producing scissors to cut off your pants, “Yes, Y/N. I know your name. Time for a swim, I think.”

What Cameron doesn’t see as he undresses you is the way you close your eyes and take several deep breaths to calm yourself. Panicking leads to faster drownings. He picks you up and tosses you in his makeshift tank. Your body becomes perfectly still, everyone on the team looking at their screens in horror until you break the surface, taking in another breath.

“Garcia, do you have anything?” Aaron does his best to keep the impatience out of his voice, but you scream for the first time when Cameron holds the taser to your side for more than a few seconds and it shatters him. 

“Sir, I’m trying everything, I can’t hack him. I’m so sorry.” She sniffles.

“Reid, give me something.” Hotch practically begs, but Reid looks back at him hopelessly and you’re screaming again. 

“Oh, God.” JJ says, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Hotch kicks over his chair as you finally break and begin crying and then you’re under water again.

“We’re missing something, we have to be.” Rossi says.

Cameron pulls you up out of the water by your hair, “Are you listening, Agent Hotchner?” He screams as you cough the water out of your lungs, “Beg him to help you, baby, go on.”

You take some shuddering breaths and then you look at the camera, “Aaron,” You say breathlessly and Hotch feels like all the air has gotten sucked out of his lungs, “It’s beautiful here and I’m not afraid.” Cameron shoves you back under and tases you while you struggle.

“What the hell does that mean?” Morgan demands, looking at Hotch who’s staring at the laptop in awe.

“Garcia, how far is Mount Si from here?”

“Not far at all sir, maybe a couple of miles if that.”

“Are there any remote cabins or caves there that wouldn’t have come up on your initial search of Cameron?”

“Um, it’s possible that there is land there that is owned by a relative that wouldn’t have come up in his background, let me check and…” She sighs, “Yeah, there’s a small cabin right off of a hiking trail that looks like it used to belong to Cameron’s mother. She never sold it so it’s sat there empty since she left town.”

“Let’s go.” Hotch says, practically running out the door before anyone can follow, “Garcia, keep the audio of the stream on while we drive.”

“You got it, go get her, please.”

“How did you know?” Prentiss asks when they’re in the car.

“Y/N is afraid of heights. We went hiking once, early on, and I convinced her to climb a mountain with me. When she got to the top I asked her how she was feeling and she looked at me with this big smile on her face and said ‘It’s beautiful up here.’ And then she looked over the edge and I held her from behind and I asked her if she was scared and she said ‘No, I’m not afraid.’” Your screams ring out in the car and Hotch presses his foot down harder on the gas. They were almost there, you just needed to hold on a little longer.

“We’re gonna get her, Hotch.” Rossi says reassuringly from the back as your sobs ring through the car.

“Garcia, how does she look?” Hotch asks. He was just down the road now.

“As you would expect, sir.” She says quietly, “If you’re asking if I think he’s going to kill her anytime soon, no I don’t. He is having far too much fun with her. Please get that creepy man in cuffs.”

Aaron throws the car in park and everyone jumps out, pulling out their guns as they run in. “FBI, Cameron, drop the weapon.”

You’re dripping wet and shaking and out of the tank, barely able to stand. But you smile at Aaron as Cameron holds a knife to your abdomen. You thought when you had given him that hint that you’d be leading him to your body, you never expected to see him alive again. But here he was, your Aaron, prepared to rip the world apart to get you back alive.

“Thanks for the suggestion, Agent Hotchner, but it’d be so much more fun to see the look on your face when I do this--” Aaron fires the shot and it lands in Cameron’s forehead, killing him instantly, but not before he thrust the knife into your stomach.

“We need a medic, federal agent down.” He says quickly into his watch before running to your side.

Your eyes dart back and forth as he kneels next to you and warm blood starts pooling on your stomach. “Aaron?” You manage.

“It’s okay, I’m here, I’m here, it’s gonna be okay.”

“You remembered.” You say softly, your eyes losing focus, “You found me.”

“Of course I remembered,” Hotch says, tears filling his eyes, “You gotta stay with me, Y/N. Stay awake, okay?”

“I’m so… tired.”

“I know, I know, but you have to keep your eyes open. Please.” He shouts over his shoulder, “Where’s my medic?!”

“I’m glad I… got to see you again, Aaron.”

“Don’t talk like that.” He’s crying now as you’re bleeding out in his arms. He can vaguely hear Morgan yell again for a medic.

Hotch’s memories get all scrambled up after that. He remembers you passing out in his arms, thinking you were gone as the medics forcefully remove you from him. The way the team tried to take him with them as you rode to the hospital, but he insisted on going with you.

He remembers that it was touch and go for a while in the ambulance. That they had to have Derek pull him away from you when they wheeled you into trauma. His arms were covered in blood and he shoved Morgan off him. 

“Hotch, relax.”

He eventually sat down in a waiting room seat, legs bouncing, “She was talking to me like she was about to die.”

“She’s not gonna be out of there anytime soon, why don’t you go wash the blood off your arms.” JJ says.

“Yeah.” He says and stands, “Yeah, right.”

When he’s gone down the hall the rest of the team look at each other, “I haven’t seen him like this since Haley.” Emily says.

“She’s gonna be okay, right?” Spencer’s voice is soft.

JJ puts an arm around him as Morgan’s phone rings, “Please tell me she’s okay.” Comes Penelope’s panicked voice on speaker.

“She’s in emergency surgery right now, we don’t know much.”

“And how’s Hotch?”

Morgan sighs, “She practically bled out in his arms, Garcia. He’s not good.”

She sighs, “I hate being across the country, call me when you hear something.”

Hotch walks back over, still looking dazed, but at least not covered in blood. They waited like that in silence for hours until the doctor came back over and Hotch stands immediately.

“We were able to stop the internal bleeding and stabilize her,” The doctor starts, “She’s in the recovery room now and should be waking up soon. She’ll have to stay in the hospital for at least a week to be monitored.”

The relief hits everyone in the room tenfold. Hotch feels like his legs might give out and there’s a collective sigh of relief from the rest of the team.

“Could we airlift her to DC?” Aaron asks. He doesn’t want you here by yourself.

“I’d like to at least monitor her overnight, but yes, that can be arranged.”

“Can we see her?” Spencer said from behind Aaron.

“Of course, follow me.”

Your eyes are still closed when they all file in, the doctor quietly exiting as they all crowd around your bed. Aaron is crying when your eyes begin to flutter open, a lazy smile forming on your face, “What happened?” You say slowly, your voice raspy.

“You just got out of surgery, you’re gonna be okay.” Aaron says.

“We were so worried about you.” Spencer’s voice cracks as he steps forward and gives you a hug.

“Oof.” You grimace a bit at the sudden weight, but manage to hug him back. “I’m fine, promise.”

The team all give you hugs and put Garcia on speaker so she can hear you alive and well before leaving Aaron alone with you. “Why are you crying, my love?” You ask, reaching out a hand to him.

He takes a deep, shuddering breath, “I thought you died in my arms.”

You shake your head, “But I didn’t.”

“I can still hear your screams from when he was torturing you. I didn’t do enough to protect you.”

You flinch a bit at the mention of the torture, but recover quickly, “Aaron, our jobs come with a certain amount of risk. You know that. You can’t always protect me.”

“I know, I know, I just…” He wipes his tears with the heel of his hand, “He took you because of me.”

You shake your head, “He just got lucky that I went off by myself. He would’ve taken anyone who walked in by themselves. He wasn’t as diligent or organized as Foyet. I’m sure he did stalk us, but he had no solid plan to target me specifically.” He looks down at his hands sniffling, “Aaron, even if he did take me because of our relationship, I don’t care.”

“How can you say that?”

“Our relationship is also what saved me, don’t you realize that?”

“You would’ve found another way to tip us off--”

“The whole time I was there, I just kept thinking about you. I’m not like Reid or Prentiss, I can’t think like that under pressure. I was only able to think of that because I was thinking of you, of us the whole time.” He still can’t look at you and you can see tears still falling to the floor.

“Aaron, look at me.” You say gently and he complies. You beckon him over to the bed until he sits on the edge and you can touch his face, “I love you.” It’s the first time either of you have said it. You were so nervous to before, but nearly dying without telling him had scared you badly.

He manages a smile, “I love you too.”

You smile back at him and reach up to cup the back of his neck, pulling his face down to meet yours. His kiss is gentle, as if he’s afraid of breaking you and then he rests his head just beneath your chin.

“They said you have to stay in the hospital for at least a few days.” You immediately groan and begin to protest, but he shushes you, “I’m going to arrange for you to be airlifted to DC tomorrow morning and I’ll stay with you until then. The rest of the team is flying home tonight.” You’re pouting at having to stay in the hospital and he cant help but laugh at you a bit, “Hey, it won’t be so bad. I’ll bring you all your favorite books and takeout and I’ll bring Jack, too when I can.”

“Will you bring me coffee in the morning before you go to work? Hospital coffee is terrible.”

He smiles, “Yes and I’ll even bring you a chocolate croissant from that bakery you love.”

You finally crack a smile, “You spoil me, Hotchner.”

He kisses your forehead, “I’ll probably spend the rest of my life making this up to you.”

You smirk, “Hey, at least now we can both say a serial killer almost stabbed us to death. We even have matching scars.”

Despite himself, Aaron laughs, “You’re ridiculous.”

You giggle, “Yes, ridiculously in love with you, Aaron Hotchner.”

#mine #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fic #hotch x reader #hotch imagine #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner angst #anonymous

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WIAT WIAT- show these sketches pls I’m interested.

ok gang its Dragon Time. i will say that though this is a dragon au only beej and lydia are actually dragons. lydia ive mostly based off that image you sent and will probably cement the design im going to use later, beetlejuice i have a few ideas of roughly what he'll look like but i need to put some more work into designing him

anyway,

an explaination:

in this universe i just made up, dormestic dragons are kinda similar to horses in that theyre not very common pets (and are mostly owned by people with a good amount of disposable income) and have specific and sometimes complex care and training needs. there are also feral dragons, though theyre not particularly common either. dragons raised around humans can develop quite good language comprehension, though they dont have the vocal chords to mimic speech.

so onto the plot, which i realise is in a similar vein to a few of my other beetlejuice aus, but i am nothing if not a guy who will unashamedly tell the same story over and over a little to the left :)

emily deetz always loved dragons, and always wanted to raise one from an egg herself. a few years before her health took a turn for the worse her husband bought her a dragon egg, and she named the hatchling lydia and proceeded to absolutely dote on the little creature and put a lot of time and care into ensuring shes looked after and trained well. charles always listened to her talk about lydia and would admire the dragon but mostly from a distance, he was never much of an animal man.

lydia's breed will grow to around the size of a horse, but when emily passes away shes somewhere between the size of a cat and a medium dog and living in the house. charles promised to take over caring for her and tried to use emilys notes and care guides, but hes just not really that great at it. he doesnt have time, he forgets things, its hard to spend so much time around something emily loved so much while hes grieving. and then when he gets into a new relationship, the dragon hates her. all of this makes lydia generally grumpy and aloof, which doesnt help, but charles made a promise and intends to stick with it.

lydia first meets beetlejuice when shes sitting tethered to a perch in the garden. charles doesnt realise that she actually learnt to unclip that particular tether before she could fly, but shes happy enough just chilling on her perch so she doesnt bother. beetlejuice is a feral dragon roughly the size of a pony, and she watches him rather clumsily half-fly, half climb over the garden fence. she obviously asks him what the hell hes doing there (scavenging) and they get to talking. he teases her for having a human's name and being a pet. shes never met a feral dragon before so she unhitches herself from the perch to hop down and get a closer look. hes baffled, asks her why the hell she hasnt escaped by now if she knows how to do that and if her wings have been clipped, and she says she has to stay so she can get food and shelter. he basically laughs at her for that. she has no loyalty to charles but had never considered running away, and with beetlejuice going on about how much better life is as a feral dragon she decides that maybe its not so much of a bad idea and declares that she is now feral, beetlejuice laughs at her again but lets her tag along with him, and suggests they fly somewhere new to avoid her being found.

where ive got up to is them meeting the maitlands - a couple who looked out of the window one morning to see a large scruffy dragon drinking out of their birdbath, and another little one who has knocked down their bird feeder and is now snacking on sunflower seeds. but they notice that the little one is wearing a headcollar, which means 2 things - shes domestic, and someone needs to get that headcollar off her before she grows too much and it cuts into her. and so begins their quest to befriend those feral dragons that keep going through the neighbourhood's bins

#dont have a name for this so im just going to tag it #uh oh new au (dragons) #i dont know if i will write this one since ive just got so many going on but it sure is fun to think about #dragon au

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Jongho “BF Headcanons”

Hongjoong version // Seonghwa version // Yunho version // Yeosang version // San version // Mingi version // Wooyoung version // Jongho version

- I’m gonna start off saying

- Jongho is a very special boy

- okay?

- He holds a special place in my heart 

- like seriously 

- I love him to bits :(

- I wanna just put him in my pocket

- this baby is the sweetest

- That definitely shows on your first date

- For your first date

- I think he’d choose something casual and relaxed

- just to relax himself a little

- i feel like Jongho would work himself up a lot before a date

- “what if they don’t like me?” 

- “Do I look okay?” - Really needs a casual date because otherwise he’ll be tense 

- so like a small cafe

- sitting in a nice little corner 

- very casually talking and drinking coffee

- or tea 

- or hot chocolate

- whatever you prefer really

- but if you don’t know what to choose on the menu 

- he’ll order everything you said looks good

- and you’ll both just try it all

- He’s also just so focussed on what you’re saying

- he’s very attentive

- takes this moment to take in things about you 

- does that romantic thing where he takes a napkin and wipes your mouth when he notices a crumb

- he’s just so sweet

- and that’s something you keep thinking about too

- “He’s so so sweet and thoughtfull and cute. He’s completely precious” 

- his eyes sparkle so much when he’s just looking at you 

- if it’s an afternoon date 

- he’ll walk around with you if it’s nice weather

- will hold your hand 

- whenever he holds your hands he always rubs yours with his thumbs

- it’s something he does absent mindedly

- but anyways

- after the first date 9/10 chance he’ll kiss you 

- (if you want him to of course) 

- he’ll get even more smiley 

- showing those adorable teeth of his

- and he’d laugh a little

- very wholesome kiss

- he isn’t shy in that aspect

- when it comes to pda he isn’t really that shy

- unless he’s around the other members 

- and he starts to get teased

- and they mimic you by kissing his cheeks

- he will scream 

- but when you do it

- he sinks into it and just loves it

- wrapping his arms around you when you come near him 

- The boy relentlessly tease

- but it never makes Jongho upset

- he knows the boys don’t mean anything by it

- but when Jongho is upset

- he tends to hide it

- he just doesn’t want to worry you

- but you can tell

- he zones out a lot

- is slow with his responses to you 

- however he doesn’t shake it off when you ask if he’s alright

- he’ll tell you what’s on your mind

- but he won’t if you don’t

- Jongho is very grown up for his age

- so he’ll just talk about what’s bothering him 

- and explore the options with you to make it go away 

- but he would want some comfort

- hold him into you

- play with the hairs on the back of his neck while just quietly talking with him

- Jongho would comfort you the same way you do him 

- Listen to what’s bothering you and trying to find a way to make that go away

- he’s very rational 

- thinks very clearly

- that’s why arguments are very chill with him 

- it’s more just talking? but in angy 

- he doesn’t like arguing with you 

- it breaks his heart

- it makes him more angry with himself

- so you guys just talk things out rather than yell 

- or hold grudges

- the members 

- they are surprised at how mature your relationship is

- but Jongho goes to them for advice all the time 

- and they treasure those moments that he does

- they think it’s adorable

- they have millions of pictures of you together

- when you guys are being sweet and cuddly

- he serenades you always when you cuddle too

- he just sings all the time

- it’s wonderfull

- but when you’re cuddling especially

- if you have a favorite song he doesn’t know

- he’ll learn it and sing it to you 

- loves it when you join in on singing with him

- even if you can’t sing 

- he just enjoys the act of doing things together

- Jongho loves having you in his lap

- or your legs thrown over his lap

- you guys cuddle like this all the time

- he finds the weight of you on top of him incredibly comfortable

- not to mention he’s strong enough to move you around however

- Speaking of strong

- he would love it if you could go and work out together

- or do some fun athletic stuff together

- like football/soccer in the park 

- or rock climbing 

- he thinks it’s fun and being active together is good

- great at motivating you to be active

- but he also just loves showing off how strong he is to you

- picking you up all the time when you guys are messing around 

- play wrestling etc

- doing things like this together 

- you guys go out for coffee

- alot

- it makes him all giggly 

- and smiley 

- big baby energy 

- You guys are just very active together

- always going out and doing things

- lazy days happen but they are few and far between

- he just things it’s fun to go out and do things with you 

- no matter who’s interests they fancy 

- he likes trying new things

- Jealousy and Jongho

- he just hates feeling jealous 

- so he triest not to let his jealousy bother him 

- he tries to push to the feelings to the side 

- ends up just being pouty about it all

- but he knows you 

- knows you’d never do anything 

- that he has nothing to worry about 

- but it still happens 

- you can tell because he sits there with pouty lips 

- completely unaware he’s doing it and just kind of need to squeeze his hand

- let him know he’s alright and that you won’t do anything like that

- he’d appreciate that a lot 

- and maybe want to talk about it with you later

- because he’s rational 

- and wants the air cleared before misunderstandings even can happen

Dreamy bedroom eye Jongho incoming

- now 

- I think Jongho is a soft dom

- with some rough tendencies

- now I mentioned this earlier

- but he loves using his strength to show off

- picking you up 

- pressing you against walls

- any surface really 

- he just loves the surprised sound that comes out of you when he does that

- He isn’t that vocal 

- because he kinda gets shy about it 

- but loves it when you make sounds

- but it also makes him shy 

- he definitely likes being the one in control 

- but sometimes he turns into a giggly mess

- giggly sex is the best with Jongho

- it’s very carefree unless you’re in a more intense mood

- gets shy about some things

- when you ask to get a bit rougher

- he’ll blush a bit 

- but he isn’t scared to get rough 

- if you ask him to get rougher

- 9/10 chance he’ll pick you up and do you against a wall

- He likes it when you compliment how strong he is

- how strong his arms and thighs are

- Praise like that turns him on

- all in all very sweet

- wants eye contact with you all the time

- he really loves that

- he compliments a lot too 

- like so much 

- during or after

- he also really just likes that type of sex

- where your facing eachother 

- laying on your sides

- moving slowly and gently 

- so he can just take in everything about the situation

Aftercare

- Jongho’s aftercare is very

- quiet

- he makes sure you both are okay

- takes really good care of you 

- helps you clean up 

- showers with you if you want that

- 10/10 will massage you while showering

- sometimes will lead to round 2

- but aftercare is always filled with his compliments

- soft kisses over your skin

- Jongho tends to take care of you 

- so when you guys lay down to go to bed

- he makes sure your all comfortable

- fluffs your pillows

- makes sure your blankets are warm enough 

- etc

- he just wants you comfortable 

- because it would break his heart if he makes you feel uncomfortable

- He looks at you for a long time

- with the same sparkling eyes 

- and sweet smile he had on your first date 

- he’s just so precious 

- your relationship with Jongho is sweet

- it’s young love at it’s finest

- It’s active and energetic 

- it’s filled with a lot of bubbly love 

A/N: I’m back from my little vacation and finished the final part in this series!!! Did you guys enjoy it? Please I love your feedback!!!

#ateez #ateez reaction #ateez smut #jongho #jongho reaction #jongho smut