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jellyfishloveletterghosts · 2 years

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Minotaur Billy

@neonponders @tazeffect you both know why I tagged you.

This one's still really loose but because I'm easily swayed into sharing I will but I'll save the assassin one for later since I really only have the one scene in mind for that yet so it's in the baby baby thought stage.

This all started with the idea of Steve coming around a corner in the labyrinth and just being awestruck by the light catching on Billys 's golden fur and his sun kissed shoulders as Billy kneels tending his tomatoes. Also that one statue and fanart of the dude (blanking on his name) riding the minotaur's dick. I mean that's definitely what is happening in those right? This isn't edited but neither is anything else I've posted lately.

There is a contest being held for Lady Robin's hand in marriage and Carol is more than pissed that only men are allowed to enter per the rules. So she has Steve who's been living with her and her family, her mother his patron since his own parents cast him out to enter in her place. Steve’s not exactly a fighter, rather an artist and musician but he’s also a suckered for love and he knows Carol and Robin do love one another.

The contest is to enter the labyrinth and reach the center where some sword is and bring it back. The place is full of more creatures than just the minotaur but he’s definitely the most famous of the inhabitants having been thrown into it shortly after he was born.

Billy’s been in the labyrinth as long as he can remember, he doesn't mind it really. Sure occasionally someone comes in and tries to kill him and he has to scare them off or kill them or some other creature of the labyrinth. He’s left in peace most of the time, tends the garden he's cultivated and teaches Max to protect herself after he found her at the age of three abandoned at the mouth of the labyrinth. Murry tried to eat her but was convinced to leave her be when Billy threatened to run him through with his horns. El is around a lot too but even Billy can't quite figure out what she is all he knows is she's something because normal humans can't move things with their minds and she knows too much.

Steve bumbles his way through his first run ins, mostly with politeness and charm, Heather deciding not to drown him for coming upon her in her pool when he announces himself and offers her his cloak for her modesty. Joyce is going to kill him when she finds him towering over Will until she realizes he is helping him untangle his tail from throne vines and not hurting him. So on and so forth and Steve makes it further and further like this, the creatures he helps give him safe passage.

Steve comes around a corner and finds Billy in all his glory only a thin toga protecting his modesty weeding his tomatoes. Unable to stop staring as he looks at this beautiful monster? Man? Steve isn't sure what term fits. Billy has the torso, shoulders and arms of a man but from the hips down and the neck up he has the features of a bull, a beautiful bull all golden fur and big swooping horns that look like they may have actually been carved, smooth and looking gilded as they gleam.

It's not the first time today Steve’s felt fear at drawing a creature's attention as Billy turns and stands towering over him but it's the first time this particularity mix of fear, nerves and heat churn his belly as a flush creeps up his neck. "Those are some lovely tomatoes you've got there and what lovely golden fur." Steve tries, sword where it's been for all of today, in its sheath hanging at his hip.

Steve’s beauty isn't lost on Billy but he has no time for humans other than Max, they all lead to trouble but as he hasn't raised his sword so Billy simply directs him. "Leave, you'll keep heading toward the center if you head that way and take your first left two right and then another left after that you have to figure it out yourself." Brushing past Steve with a weary look "Don't touch my fucking tomatoes pretty boy." Disappearing before Steve can even think to respond.

Billy expects to never see him again, sure he'll be killed by the next inhabitant he runs into. He puts the pretty boy out of his mind until he hears a familiar scream, Max's scream and Billy sets off, sure he's going to have to kill that man for daring to harm her.

Steve hears a scream, it sounds young and feminin not anyone who should be involved in the contest and then he remembers the young creature he met earlier and wonders if someone is hurting one of them. No one's ever claimed Steve to be particularly smart and now is no different as instead of following the path he knows is going the right way he heads for the scream and the danger, unable to help himself.

Steve finds another contestant, some man he vaguely remembers who had boasted about traveling a great distance in order to win, he holds no interest in Robin just the vast fortune marrying her ties him to. He’s got a young girl cornered, blade at her throat demanding direction. For the first time all day Steve removes his blade from its sheets as he yells "Leave her alone!"

Billy is more than a little surprised to find the pretty boy from earlier standing between Max and an attacker protecting her. Before Billy intervenes the man manages to catch Steve in the leg turning the ground under his feet red as he collapses still keeping his body between Max and the man even as his leg gives out. "Billy!" It's Max's shout that spurs Billy to action as he uses his considerable strength to put the man down.

Billy's fur is bloody as he turns to the wobbly man as Max runs out from behind him and flings herself at Billy. Steve watches them for a moment as he lowers his sword down using it to help him stand. "Don't suppose you'd be willing to give me directions again?" Steve asks with a weak but still charming smile. Passing out before Billy can come to a decision.

"We'll what am I supposed to do with this?"

"You have to bring him home and patch him up obviously." Max says with an eye roll.

"Is that so?"

"Yes he saved my life." Billy feels the comment like a jab, he should have been keeping an eye on her today, he knew from the ceremonial horn being blown that they would be having company.

"If I must." Billy huffs like it's a terrible burden.

Steve wakes up in a bed of soft hay and furs, his wound bound and the red head he remembers from earlier hovering over him. Billy is standoffish and awkward in the beginning despite being curious and a little in love with Steve's voice as he sings sonnets for Max and tells stories, complimenting her paintings and telling her how to makes some paints of her own instead or having to rely on the rarely dropped things that make their way into the labyrinth.

Steve’s leg isn't bad. It's only a few days of rest he needs to be able to walk again, enough time for Billy and him to form a flirtation. He is a little disappointed the night Billy tells him "You can walk well enough now you should head to the center and claim the sword before someone else can claim your bride." Until he realizes that perhaps Billy’s reemerging standoffish mood has something to do with miscommunication.

"I didn't come so I could marry Robin, I came in here because my best friend Carol and her are in love but the contest was specific only a man could enter. I should still go though, I don't want them to end up parted because I wasn't fast enough."

"It'll be dark soon you should wait until morning." Billy says before continuing after a long moment of silence "perhaps you could come back after? bring them along if you want, no one here would condemn their love."

"You'd let us come? You'd want me back? How long would you let me stay?" Steve asks, chewing his lip as he stares at Billy who's fidgeting with his left horn, thumb brushing up and down it in a way Steve has come to know means Billy is nervous.

"I want you to stay as long as you wish." Billy says back, breath catching when Steve pushes into his space pushing Billy’s shoulders back until there's room to slide into his lap. His heart is beating so fast and loud Billy almost misses what Steve says next.

"How long would you wish me to remain B?"

Billy swallows hard tongue sliding out and licking over his lips, the fur brushing up onto them shorter than it is on the top of his head and falling down the back of his neck. "Always."

This would be where that statue comes in, you know the one. Steve riding virgin minotaur Billy and making him cum buckets and buckets. Steve’s never been so full and Billy’s never experienced anything like this but it's not like he doesn't know about sex Murry for one won't stop over sharing what he and his mate Alexi get up to and Billy being the farmer he is knows better than to waste good seed. Steve’s already lost and then Billy goes and puts his thick tongue in his stretched hole, fur rubbing against his ass cheeks as Billy gets every drop out of him making Steve cum into his hand so he can make sure it doesn't get wasted either.

In the morning Billy takes Steve all the way to the center and hands him a ball of thread that will help Steve find his way out and then back to Billy. He just hopes Steve was honest in his intentions to return.

Three days and Billy’s in a mood Max wisely keeps out of his way when he's at his worst. He won't hurt her physically but his mean mouth can lead to them both hurting. Billy keeps wavering between sure Steve was killed by some other creature of the labyrinth and Steve being a liar who simply used Billy to get the girl of his dreams.

Billy is in his garden picking tomatoes when a shadow falls over him "Those are some beautiful tomatoes but they've got nothing on you big guy."

Steve is laughing, his own arms wrapping around Billy as he finds himself enveloped in a hug.

"Wow Steve was not exaggerating, he is huge, if I didn't have you dear I might be tempted to find out just how huge."

"Gross Carol." Robin deadpans rolling her eyes as Carol giggles.

They all live happily ever after, though Max has some complaints because all of them are always boning and they are not quiet. Until she's older and suddenly they're the ones complaining insisting that despite technically being adults that Max and El are simply too young to be getting up to that sort of thing.

#harringrove #jellyghostfic #a lil spicy #Minotaur Billy Hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #wip outline really #I was to in the mood to toss it into the world to resist a flimsiest of reasons #carobin

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splat-dragon · 4 years

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I hear the wind across the plain A sound so strong, that calls my name ~This is Where I Belong, Bryan Adams

Really, John had been trying to go straight. He’d seen what had happened to folk who went around killing, robbing, stealing and thieving, had nearly suffered it himself. Still bore the scars, had nightmares about it.

But there’d been men squatting on his land, on the farm his Abigail wanted so desperately. They’d refused to leave peacefully, had pulled guns on him, and what was he supposed to do, let them shoot him dead just so Abigail could say he’d died a law-abiding man?

He heaved a sigh as he stared at the corpses, sprawled out and soaking blood and brain matter into dirt and wood, and reached up to run his fingers through his hair, idly thinking that he needed to get a haircut. It was getting too long even for him, long enough that it’d start matting soon and he refused to deal with that.

But he needed to haul the corpses away and, before that, return to the bank. Before they changed their minds about the loan, as they rightly should. He still couldn’t believe that they’d agreed to lend him the money, him who, as far as they knew, had only ever worked as a farm-hand, and only ever for a few months at that, not having a cent to his name to pay them back for the land, and the land wouldn’t exactly help him earn the money, not for quite a while. He was certain Abigail had never seen it, not so much as a picture, as it could never be called a farm, the building only generously that, fence broken down and everything inside very dead—and not just the people, he thought with a wry grin.

With a pat on her shoulder, praise for not fleeing from the commotion, he slung himself up into Rachel’s saddle, turning her to face the path that would take them back to Blackwater and kicked her into a trot, hoping to be back before the top of the hour, only to draw her to a halt quickly, drawing his gun as he looked back over his shoulder, certain he’d felt eyes on his back.

There’d been no one else inside the shack, he was certain—it was small enough that he’d been able to see the entirety of the inside, and there’d been nowhere for anyone to hide. When he’d ridden up there hadn’t been anyone hiding behind the building, and there wasn’t much of anywhere for anyone to hide. But he’d long learned to trust his instincts, and the hair on the back of his neck was standing on end in the way it did only when he was being watched, so he looked around, again and again, scanning the landscape for anything that seemed out of place.

Finding the dog was a near thing.

Brown fur blended in with barely-lighter grass, and if it weren’t such a massive beast he’d not have noticed it, probably have dismissed it as a clump of dirt or a rock. As he dismounted, approaching slowly for fear of being bitten, he thought it dead, still and unmoving, a white tongue motionless in the dirt. But as he neared it moved, barely, raising its head just enough to draw its tongue back in, blinking open eyes a shade of green he’d never seen on a beast before, so green as to be human and with the gleam of intelligence to match, and he couldn’t say why but an ice cold chill dripped down his spine.

“Hey there girl,” and how he knew it was a girl he didn’t know, it looked more like a male, with a blocky head and shoulders that, while wilted beneath a loose pelt, had the promise of being broad, but somehow he knew it was a she, “You ain’t lookin’ too good,” and that was a hell of an understatement. Though brown fur was decently thick, he could make out her ribs sticking out beneath it, her eyes seemed sunken into her skull, and though her fur showed promise of being beautiful once-upon-a-time it was dull and looked to be brittle.

John’d gotten as close as he’d dared so, considering that he had no intentions of being mauled today, thank you very much, he remained tense, ready to jolt back if she bared her fangs or tried to snap at him. Whether it was her nature, or just sheer exhaustion, but she let him reach for her, though he froze when she made a funny sound before beginning to cough, wheezing and choking in a way that took him back years, but he forced back the memory and waited out the fit before resting his palm on the top of her head. Even through his gloves, her fur was hot to the touch, near scalding, like holding your hand too long near a flame.

He sighed—he needed to get back to the bank, but it wasn’t the dog’s fault, and Abigail would string him up if she knew he placed business over someone’s, even an animal’s, life. And he had been trying to do better, and how could he say he’d been a good man if he walked away and left a dog to perish of the heat? So, choreographing his movements, he tried to remove the noose fastened tight around its neck, but quickly found it a lost cause, the knot too tightly wound, and pulled out his hunting knife, severing the rope as carefully as he could for fear of cutting the dog.

Even emaciated as she was, the dog was heavy in his arms, far heavier than any wolf he’d ever carried, and large enough he had to sling her over his shoulder or end up dragging her along the ground—she was too large to carry in his arms. But he’d carried heavier, so it wasn’t too much trouble to get her back to the shack, where he had to stoop to get through the doorway, and the wood floor creaked beneath his feet; he feared it would collapse on top of him, but then again those three men had lived in it for who-knows-how-long so surely it would remain standing until he could reinforce it.

It was markedly cooler inside the shack, and the dog seemed to agree, groaning behind him. A fox-like, plumed tail tapped weakly against his chest, and he patted her on the back as though she were a drunkard he was carrying to safety, using his foot to sweep clear of beer bottles and tins of cocaine a spot on the floor. It looked to be relatively splinter free, so he worked the dog off his shoulder and onto the ground as carefully as he could, but still she groaned pathetically, and he murmured “Sorry Lady,” as he squatted next to her, pulling his gloves off as he ran his fingers along prominent ribs. While they definitely stuck out too much to be healthy, he couldn’t find any fractures or breaks, and she didn’t seem to be in any pain—at least from them.

She licked her lips, and looked up at him hopefully, and he hummed, running his fingers around her neck to see if the rope had torn her skin, “You must be thirsty, huh Lady?” finding nothing aside from some missing fur, he stood, wiping filth and dirt and he-didn’t-want-to-know-what-else off his pants, jogging out to retrieve the canteen attached to his satchel. It didn’t take him more than a minute, but he was sweating by the time he made it back to the shack, feeling more than a small amount of pity for the dumb beast that had had to lay out in that heat for however long. He hurried into the shack, pulling his shirt up to wipe away the sweat beading down his forehead from such a short amount of time outside.

A short amount of time rummaging around turned up a grimy bowl, which he was very careful to rub out with his shirt before filling it with water. He wasn’t the cleanest or pickiest man, was willing to and had in the past drunk out of the Van Horn Saloon’s glasses, but even he was disgusted by the state the dented bowl was in. The dog gave a groan when he offered it to her, raising her head only to drop it back down almost immediately. He set the bowl on the ground in front of her, scooping her head up under the muzzle and set it back down in the bowl, making sure her nose was above water—it would suck if he’d put in all this effort only to accidentally drown her, after all. A white tongue lazily lolled out into the water, and the dog audibly swallowed; while the water was relatively warm from being in a metal canteen for so long, green eyes opened wide, and she began to gulp it down, eyes clearing somewhat, seeming to perk up a bit.

John crouched down, offering his hand to her. While she eyed him warily, she continued to drink, allowed him to stroke the fur on the top of her head with an “‘atta girl,” topping up the water before straightening up and drinking what was left in his canteen, wrinkling his nose at the metallic taste of the water. Turning to leave he called out, “I have ta leave now, but you’re welcome to stay.”

With that, he mounted up on Rachel and kicked her into a gallop towards Blackwater, hoping that he hadn’t missed his chance and that they hadn’t changed their minds about the loan.

#i can't quite remember just what guided me this way #john #john marston #Red Dead Redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr #splat dragon #SplatDragon #splatdragonff #Splat_Dragon #cw: animal abuse #silent savior

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arethereanyoriginalusernames · 5 years

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Top 5 least favorite zoophobia character designs

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Welp, got the positive list out of the way. Now yet me give you the list inevitably more people will like because everyone apparently likes it when I'm negative. Go figure. Vivziepop has a whole arsenal of character designs, and here are some of my least favourites. Same ground rules for my other list apply here. And first, some dishonorable mentions.

DM 1: Jack and Damian

First things first, I don't hate the designs of the main cast. Yeah, they're simple compared to other designs in zoophobia, but, as I've said before, I like Vivz's more simple designs. But out of all the main cast, I disliked these designs the most for one reason. At least everyone else looked like their respective animal. Spam looks like a fox, Vanex looks like a cat, Kayla looks like a kangaroo, and Zill, despite the crazy colour scheme, looks like an unidentifiable creature. These guys? Damian is supposed to be this demonic jackal, but, if you look up jackal in Google Images, you'll notice that he doesn't really look like one. He looks more like some kind of wolf or fox. I don't mind the ears (hell, the horn-like, long ass ears could be his signature look ), or the eyes (he IS a demon ) but, fun fact, jackals have black ears, a black tail, and a distinct black patch of fur on their backs. Some liberties can be taken with colours, I suppose (I mean, we have a freaking purple cat in our midst, you think I'm drawing the line at the canines? ), but perhaps parts of his fur could be made darker in order to get him to resemble a jackal. Jack is a wolf/jackal hybrid, yet he looks more like a domestic dog or a rabbit. It's mainly his ears that cause the problems. Maybe give him more wolfish ears. Seriously vivz, what wolf or jackal looks like that?

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For this next entry, I shall perform my best Nicholas Cage impression. *ahem*

DM 2 : Most of the Party Dawgs

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! MY EYES! MY EYES! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

*cough * Anyways, now that I've finished my hyperbolic reaction to the party dawgs, let me single some out. Koko, Mint, and Raven. Koko (aka the purple one with purple clothes) literally looks like a clone of Mint (the green one). The only differences between the two are colours, hair being parted on opposite sides, and slight clothing difference. And let's be honest, Raven literally looks like another Jayjay. But hey, at least their colours don't make my eyes bleed.

Now onto the list proper.

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5. Tom

Look, to anyone on this site who wants to know what I think of Tom, he's just meh. There's nothing really that special about him. Oh, you're a lonely demon? It's not like we have someone in the main cast like that already. Oh, you can be something of a charmer and attract a lot of ladies? Hi Zill! And Tom's design isn't helping his case. He looks like a recoloured Bozzwick or a genderbent Ink. There's nothing really creepy or strange about his appearance. You could argue that his eyes are strange, but plenty of other characters have strange eyes, and Tom's eyes aren't even the strangest. He doesn't look demon-y. He looks like another edgy teen. And yeah, I might be a hypocrite here because I love Damian's male human design, but in his case it's kind of funny. I mean, it's just amusing to me that someone like Dame (who is also the anti christ ) looks like a hot topic addict. It's just so weirdly fitting it's hilarious. Same can't really be said for Tom though. ....

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4. Styx, Tentadora, and Jillian.

Three way tie! Whooo! Okay, but in all seriousness, I put these guys here because they all suffer the same problems. They need some adjustments to their designs and a change in colour pallets. Go back to ch 3 of zoophobia, and look at how much these guys seem out of place in hell. These three characters become a major distraction as your eye is immediately drawn to them instead of whatever more important scene is going on. Give them a colour pallet that helps them blend in a little more. Jillian, I feel, since the poorer parts of Hell are have a more Western feel, should have a more Western influence since that's where she came from. Maybe give her boots or a bandana. around her neck. Styx needs the most change since he looks like a recoloured Damian. Take the ears and tail away. Perhaps give him a more Victorian influence while keeping Tenta's western influence to represent their clashing personalities. Maybe give Tenta a hat or apron to make her look more like a member of Hell's staff.

3. Elijah

Look, I know a lot of people love his design, but Eli's design bugs me on a couple levels. Why? Well, look at some of the other snake characters that take on a bi-pedal stance, such as Gustav, Quinton, the Max brothers, and Castello. You might notice something. ...slightly different autonomy wise. Look, I appreciate that Vivz is making some of her characters look vastly different than others, but in this circumstance. ...why? Why does Eli get to have a more snakey influence? Shouldn't he resemble Gustav since their both snakes? Why does Eli get to have a snake head, but none of the other snakes do? I know, Dollcreep came up with Eli's original design, but Dollcreep came up with Gustav's original design too. There, we had the same problem with heads we do here, so yeah, this reflects on Dollcreep as well for inconsistency. Besides, Vivz could've fixed this problem while redesigning Elijah. As for the colour pallet, while yes, pink and white are overused in Vivz's characters, I'd argue it makes sense here with Eli being albino. However, I'd make the colours on his face and in his hair lighter. Albinos can't really keep pigments in their skin and hair, so it'd be impossible for Eli to be as... covered in pink as he is. Unless he, for some reason, constantly dies his hair and paints squares on his face. That would actually be pretty funny.

Damian : Eli, you've been in the bathroom for 2 hours, what are you doing?

Eli: Putting pink squares all over my body. As normal people do.

Damian : But...why tho?

Eli: Aesthetic.

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2. Jayjay

AAAAAAAAAAAH! MY EYE-- yeah, I'm not doing that joke again.

Look, I liked Jay in the Die Young video. Her colours weren't as saturated and they worked well together. Everywhere else? Not only do her colours clash terribly against each other, with a few exceptions, her colour pallet is always so bright it's actually painful to look at for more than two seconds. Her design in Die Young was just fine. It communicated exactly what it needed to about Jayjay. Not to mention it used contrasting colours in a way that was nicer to look at. Lesson here kids? Jay doesn't need a loud design. She needs and effective design.

Also, any Dollcreep fans who try to come out of the woodwork to say shit along the lines of "Dollcreep did it sooooo much better "

....no he didn't. Get off my front porch, you wannabe edgelords. I'm the non straight edge Lord of social ineptitude here!

And number one goes to......

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1. Whitney

.....you know, if I didn't already use the Nick Cage joke already, I'd be hamming the shit out of it rn.

Look, I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep this dude on the list, since unlike the others, I dunno if vivz is still using him, and I didn't want to go after a character she may have abandoned, BUT JESUS ALMIGHTY.

This design actually hurts my head when I look at it. Take everything I said about Jayjay and stick it here, except times 100! The colours are far too bright, and clash horribly. ..to quote my buddy, @imviotrash when they first saw him, "What even is Whitney? "

I'll leave so I don't need to look at this much longer, but as usual, tell me what you think!

I apologize for wasting your time.

-ATOUN

Ps. Let me know your favorite or least favorite zp designs! I'd love to see what others think!

#zoophobia

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