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Since it's been years since I've greatly touched on helmetless Light/Wily Numbers, I thought it'd do me some good to run through a couple to ease my mind. Some of these also got some slight touch-ups like Plant and Crash Man. And I've never tried Gravity Man but always wanted to, so there's a quick try on him here.
Hopefully they are still recognizable by their armor.
Also, Top and Jewel Man got full-body shots because they're my faves. :>
#that said I boofed-up top's bangs because I had kinda intended them to be as such#my old art tended to make some hairstyles rather flat (or I still was new to “hair growth” if that makes sense)#I mean I doodled something with fire and jules a while ago too but it wasn't much (and still years ago)#anywho onto the names agghhhh#doodle-daas#megaman#rockman#top man#jewel man#star man#plant man#crash man#quick man#gravity man#magnet man#all I knew for gravity was that I wanted a quiff#he just couldn't have one like proto man's though-- that'd be big trouble :< (so it juts up not out)
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Everyday I am bullied by a creature 1/20th my size to make an unreasonable amount of space for her on the bed and even then I have to hold her head so she doesn’t roll off the bed… and it’s the best part of every day 😍
#I am one of those softy dads it’s tru I love my kids so much#it’s so funny having four creatures smaller than you knowing they have you wrapped around their lil paws#there’s a lot of them yelling at me and me going “what da heck…” while I try to figure out what they want this time#Eva usually does big beeps if she’s hungry or stares and does little beeps if she wants cuddles#blue usually only complains if the water is out or he’s hungry#beau grumbles when he wants cuddles whines when he’s hungry and boofs when he’s anxiety#and barnaby either sings at me when he wants attention or just straight up slaps me with his toys#but he’ll whine if he has to go out#so much baby behavior but I love them all…
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chapter 1 of tu apprends, tu apprendras, je sens ton cœur., an Aaroniero/reader fic, has been posted!
READ THE WARNINGS!!!
#chapter announcement#fic announcement#tu apprends tu apprendras je sens ton cœur.#IS GORY PLS TREAD LIGHTLY#I was originally gonna wait and post the ENTIRE thing as one big chapter#but then I decided to split it up ahahahaha#anyway BOOF#just....... boof
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@bluebracelet:
Rinnah hugged him back just as tight, face pressing into the side of his neck. She shivered slightly, just overwhelmed by all of the emotions that were rushing through her.
When the ground disappeared, feet brushing against the fabric covering his shins, a bitterwseet chuckle escaped. It tapered off as he spoke, though. Her arms tightened around him further as she started to change.
“Stupid,” came the response, steadily growing gruffer as her body shifted. Massive paws hit the ground while Rinnah lifted Hopper in turn, holding him tightly to her chest.
“Stupid was me not finding you faster. Not trying harder.” Her ears pinned back as she pulled her head away to look into his eyes. “Can you forgive me? For letting this go on?”
#bluebracelet#usually rins the one who wants to be held#but she just has to hold him and keep him close and safe#protective loving big boof
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For the fic requests, maybe the first time Wolfie tries to warn Wars about his blood sugar getting too low? or when Wars finally figures out what Wolfie's trying to do? I'm obsessed with this headcanon now. Thanks!!
- hero-of-the-wolf
It makes me so happy that people like this headcanon, it’s one that’s really important to me :)
Here you go!! (627 words)
Warriors grumbled a curse under his breath, dragging his feet and trying to keep up with the rest of the group. It was hot, too hot, and for some reason he seemed to be the only one who was bothered by the temperature, although that was nothing new. He overheated faster than the others, this was something he was well aware of, but it seemed the others didn’t even find it to be warm out at all. His head was also pounding, which could’ve been from lack of sleep, but it was really starting to suck.
A ‘boof’ sounded from behind him suddenly, and he whipped around to find Wolfie padding up to him from out of the woods. The sharp movement caused his vision to swim, and he let out an involuntary noise of discomfort. He really didn’t want to have to ask to take a break, but if he didn’t start feeling better soon he might have to.
The wolf jumped up on him, swatting at him with big fluffy paws and huffing.
“Wild!!” The captain called to where the champion was at the front of the group. “Wolfie wants something!! He’s acting weird!”
The wolf growled, jumping up at him again. The wild animal usually behaved much better than this, Warriors didn’t know what had gotten into him. Having known the wolf prior to the group meeting, Wild was the best and figuring out what Wolfie was trying to say, but the now champion just stared at him and shrugged.
“He’s never jumped up on me like that before,” Wild told him.
Wolfie let out a high pitch whine, so loud the rest of the group stopped to look at him. The wolf smacked his head into Warriors’s hip, and the captain stumbled back. With as dizzy as he was starting to feel, Wolfie was going to knock him over if he kept this up.
“Wolfie, stop it.”
The wolf gave him an oddly determined look, and pushed his head firmly into Warriors’s thigh, and it forced him to sit down hard. He let out a startled yell as he went down, and tried to get up but Wolfie went and laid across his legs.
“Captain? Are you okay?” Time called as he walked over.
Warriors was going to answer when a wave of nausea slammed into him and his eyes widened in realization when everything clicked into place. Headache, heat flashes, nausea…
He forgot to eat breakfast….
“You don’t look to good, Wars.” Four frowned, looking at him in concern.
“Did you eat this morning?” Time asked, pulling an orange out of his bag and starting to peel it for him.
Warriors shook his head very slowly, laying down when he suddenly felt worse. Realizing the captain had no plan to get up any time soon, Wolfie got off his legs and came to sit by his head, pressing a cold nose to his neck to check on him.
“You knew,” he narrowed his eyes at the wolf, and Wolfie just sneezed at him, wagging his tail slowly.
Time handed him orange slices one by one, and he ate them carefully, waiting for the sugar to hit him. When he could finally sit upright again, he slung an arm over the wolf to steady himself. Wolfie’s tongue lolled out of his mouth and his tail thumped against the grass.
“Thanks buddy,” Warriors smiled at him groggily, patting him on the head.
“You’re so smart,” Wind cooed, petting the wolf, and the captain laughed at how irritated the animal looked.
After a thirty minute break, they were up and ready to go again, although Wolfie stuck close by the captain’s side until he eventually bounded off into the woods, leaving them for the day.
#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu warriors#lu wolfie#lu time#lu four#lu wind#jes talks#jes ask#jes fic
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After Graduation
Just a lil arven x fem!reader insert fic of them confessing their feelings for one another after leaving the academy. Nothing crazy. uwu
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"Hey..."
"Hey! Where are you? I've been searching all over. Did you leave already?"
"Uh. Yeah." You hear him swallow. "I did. There were just a lot of people, and..."
"Arven! C'mon! We only graduate once!" Your tone isn't really chastising, barely a mockery of teasing. "My mom wanted to get pictures of us in our cap and gowns."
"Oh! Uh, well, I-... I hadn't thought about that."
With your meteoric rise at the academy, plus Arven needing to take a bit of extra time to process everything that had happened in the aftermath of the professor's actions, it wasn't exactly surprising that the two of you were graduating together, but it definitely made you happy to be able to sit on the stage together. They don't really prepare you for how boring an actual commencement ceremony is, but it helped to have your best friend sitting by your side.
Nenoma had, of course, graduated early, and Penny chose to skip out of the ceremony entirely, choosing to get started on work with Geeta at the League at the earliest opportunity. In hindsight, maybe she had the right idea, since the ceremony itself was such a bore.
Still, you were glad to have had Arven there.
"Well, where are you now? Just come get some pictures with us. Then we can go somewhere quiet and away from all the crowds."
"Oh. Well, uh... I'm already kinda...waiting for you away from all that. I was hoping you'd meet me here when you were done?"
"Oh. Uh." Your tummy flutters just a bit. "Sure? Let me just tell Mom. Can you drop me a pin? I'll be right over."
"Can do, little buddy." You think you hear a smile on his lips before the click of the call ending.
After a rushed goodbye to your mom with promises to be back to take pictures later, you hop on your dragon, your graduation cap tucked safely into your bag, and set your course for...what looks like the middle of the lake? If memory serves, that's where you fought the last titan to save Mabosstiff.
It takes very little time to get there on the back of such a fast pokemon, and judging by what seems to be a lamp's glow, it looks like Arven has set up camp for himself in the very same cave you'd found yourselves in not terribly long ago.
You dismount your pokemon and return him to his ball before dusting off your graduation gown.
"Arven?" You call, venturing into the mouth of the cave.
"Over here!" He replies, drawing you to him with the sound of his voice and a wave. His graduation gown is already undone, revealing a tidy dress shirt and vest beneath. You also see Mabosstiff at his side give a great big boof in greeting.
In no time you've made it over to him and are wrapped up in a massive ursaring hug.
"Hey, little buddy," He says warmly, his soft hair brushing against your cheek. He smells like firewood and baking bread, and you have to take a moment to prevent yourself from getting lost in him.
"Hi! I'm sad you didn't stick around! What do you have going on here though?" You disengage from the hug and prop your fists up on your waist with a nod to the set table decked out with all sorts of tapas as well as some beautifully made sandwiches.
Arven chuckles a bit and runs a hand through his hair, pushing a tuft from his eye before it falls back. "I, uh... Well, we wanted to thank you. For getting us this far." At his side, Mabosstiff barks. You can tell now he's wearing a sweet little bow tie.
"He wouldn't... I don't know if I... I mean. I would. I just... Well, if you hadn't helped us back then...? Ugh, I'm just trying to say that we-- I'm. I'm really grateful to have you. You're really special." He sounds more flustered than choked up, but the emotion is definitely there.
"Hey," you reply, placing a hand on his upper arm. It's warm even through all the fabric. "Thanks. You're really special, too. You know that?" The words feel so cheesy coming out of your mouth, but they're in the open air before you can stop them. At the very least, the dim lighting of the cave means he shouldn't notice your face heating up.
"A-anyway," He chokes, "I just... I wanted to make you something special...and take you back to where it all really...ya know...came together. F...for us."
For us? Did he mean you and him? Or him and Mabosstiff? This was the place where the poor pokemon finally seemed to fully snap back to reality, but it was also where the two of you really started to click well... Nah, it had to be him and Mabosstiff. Those two were thick as thieves... And just...
"Oh, yes! Look at him! And his tie!" You lean down to hug the dog and give him some good rubs. "I'm happy every day that we got you all sorted, buddy boy!"
Arven stays quiet, and when you look back up at him through your eyelashes, he's breathtaking in his soft sweetness and in the way he's looking so gently at you and his partner pokemon. It almost makes you want to curl up and hide.
Before you can react, he kneels down to get on yours and Mabosstiff's level. "I think we both thank our lucky stars every day to have met you, ya know?" He very deliberately makes sure to look at you when he says it, but as soon as the words are out in the open he bites his lip and looks away. One of his hands is clinging to the dog's fur, running purposefully and slowly through the thick strands.
"I-..." You choke a bit.
"You're... You're important to us. To me." The hand on Mabosstiff deliberately finds yours and entwines your fingers.
"Me too..." You find yourself saying, squeezing his fingers in return. God, you hope your mouth isn't gaping open like a Magikarp as you look at him. He's just...so pretty... And you like him so much, it hurts. God, you like him so much. And oh my God he's looking at you?
"I've liked you for so long." Arven finally admits. "I can't pin down an exact moment, but our time in this cave was as good a moment as any. You... You helped make me a whole man again. You--"
You move before you can even think of it, tackling Arven to the mossy floor of the cave, pressing your mouth to his in an elated kiss.
"I like you too!" You reply softly but excitedly as you pull away just a bit, maintaining your straddle overtop of him. "I don't know exactly when it started either, but... But I have! For a while now!" You kiss him again, this time he eagerly meets you in it, one hand threading through your hair while the other rests gently at your waist.
"I'm...I'm so glad," he mumbles into your lips between kisses.
You take the opportunity to dust his cheeks with soft smooches as his hands nervously flit about your form, never straying terribly far from your waist. You absolutely don't mind. It's nice just feeling his warmth, experiencing this newness that you purposefully didn't allow yourself to agonize over imagining for ages.
Eventually you come to a resting place with your cheek on his chest, his hands at the small of your back. The silence is comfortable.
"I...I feel like 'little buddy' doesn't quite work as a nickname for you now?" Arven finally says, making you snort. "I-I mean...if we wanted to, uh...make this official?"
"Yeah, no, I guess it wouldn't work as a nickname." You nuzzle into his chest. "Any other ideas? Cute names for a girlfriend?" You tease.
"Hm..." A hand of his drifts to scratch lovingly at the back of your neck, making you groan happily. "Little lady?"
"Hmm... Maybe? That's not bad."
"We'll workshop it?"
"We'll workshop it " You agree.
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Will Byers, Coming of Age, Transformations, Predators, Queerness & Teen Wolf
There’s one part of the “leaks” that sappicjopper put out that really caught my attention—
And as to not look naïve, yes I am highly aware that these “leaks” are likely fake. However, disregarding the legitimacy of this as a “leak,” it is in itself a compelling idea that does have some legs to stand on as a theory.
So awhile ago I made a post about Will’s coming of age story and how that fits into the horror genre, and how exploring coming of age and sexual awakening through the supernatural is a popular trope.
I wanna point out three films I use in my analysis, Ginger Snaps, Jennifer’s Body, and Black Swan. These films have a lot of things in common, but one aspect I want to point out is there use of physical transformation.
These transformations covers an umbrella of different themes depending on the character, but something that all three of them have in common is sexuality. As all of these women become more sexually liberated, and thereby seen as dangerous by those around them, they fall deeper into these physical transformations. (IE Jennifer and Ginger both eating men after they have sex with them)
In my original post I also discuss how this fear of sexuality, or view of sexuality as something monstrous and predatory, is related to queerness. Both Jennifer Check and Nina Sayers are visibly queer characters in both their respective films.
So what? All of this is very speculative, how do I know that Will is going to go through a similar arc, just because I can relate him to a few movies that I like personally? How do I know that the Duffer’s are going to do something similar? Is there reference to a movie within in the show, that features transformation as an allegory for coming of age and queerness?
Actually, there is.
All credits goes to @chirpsythismorning for their deep dive post into the shows use of the film Teen Wolf, which appears in the show as one of Rick Conroy’s recent rentals as well as the poster in the background of a few shots.
(screenshot credits to @chirpsythismorning)
The Freddy Krueger standee, the character who kills people in their dreams whose actor makes a cameo in the show, positioned right over Max’s shoulder should be enough to say that the film references in the background are a lot more than just meaningless references.
Teen Wolf is a 1985 supernatural coming of age movie about a teen named Scott who learns that he is a werewolf.
Within s4 we actually get some parallels between the film and Lucas’ arc— Scott is a basketball player who seeks popularity before embracing who he is and what he really wants. However, I think it’s possible that the film could also be a piece of foreshadowing for Will’s arc in s5.
While Scott is not an explicitly queer character, there is some coding within the film that correlates his lycanthropy with queerness. Remember this is a mainstream teen movie from the 1980’s, if there’s going to be any queerness it’s gonna have to come from subtext, although it is pretty unsubtle.
There’s this very heavy handed scene where Scott confesses to Stiles that he’s a werewolf, and Stiles believes that Scott is coming out to him initially.
There’s also this conversation Scott has with his father that can be read as queer coded.
Or essentially saying, being queer isn’t easy, but it’s not bad either. And then Scott equating his queerness with being a predator, and expects to be hunted as such.
When Scott goes through his first full transformation, it’s right after he played a game of two minutes in heaven with his childhood friend Boof, equating sexuality with his beastlihood.
In s4, there’s a big emphasis on the word predator.
Will’s queerness is an open secret in a town that believed he was “killed by some other queer” and that a group of satanic sodomizers are responsible for murder. I’m willing to bet that that predator label is going to be put onto Will, especially as he begins to come more into his own sexuality.
What would be a literal way to portray this predator title? By having him transform into a predatory creature, just as everyone sees him.
Am I saying Will is going to become a werewolf? Well no, that wouldn’t really make sense with the show. But there is something that may have even been foreshadowed in the show.
How would this transformation even happen? Well, as our “leaker,” or rather, enthusiastic theorist suggests, it has something to do with his connection to the Upside Down, which is progressively leaking more and more into Hawkins. So not a literal zombie, but maybe a zombie like creature that could survive in the Upside Down.
When Vecna was sent through the gate to the UD we saw him go through a physical transformation as he adapted to his environment. This would he a like a speedrun version of that amplified by Will’s own personal connection to the UD (which I believe predates his kidnapping)
It would also serve as a way to highlight the parallels between Vecna and Will, what by having Will physically become similar to him. What better way to show the Vecna/Will mirrors by having Will look in the mirror and see the spitting image of Vecna staring back at him.
Bonus: Scott in Teen Wolf in played by Michael J. Fox, and which character was dressed similarly to a popular Michael J. Fox character in season one?
#will byers#byler#<- target audience#stranger things#will byers has powers#i left out the cannabalism bit because thats more of wishful thinking on my part#…but it does conveniently tie in with the idea of being a predator#and is common with these transformation trope films#maybe he should eat people!!#tw cannibalism#just for those tags lol#also just so i dont get accused#im not trying to steal aspects of lucas’ story just to slap onto will#just saying that the teen wolf parallels can apply to both characters#lucas has more of his overall arc and will has the transformation queer allegory arc#stranger things theory#my theory
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Talking more on big dick mountain to the point he has to sit down due to lightheadedness. Do you think this has made this man a pillow princess? Just lay there and let his partner ride him?
And the idea of him blacking out a little when he finishes is just AHHH
Look. All of this is good stuff. Great, even. I (w)hole heartedly endorse it.
But I don't know what happened between opening the word doc and typing the last sentence.
Let the people decide.
Kinktober Day (insert date because I can't remember): Dry-Humping.
Pairing: Ifrit/Mountain
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Dry humping, obviously. Kitchen Duty, Big Dick Mountain, Teasing.
Summary: I don't even know where to start with this one.
(@forlorn-crows come rescue your man, he's going through it right now) (and thank you to @kroas-adtam for putting kinktober together)
He has to take several minutes when he wakes up that morning. A half-remembered dream of limbs and laughter had tented his blankets and he knows from experience that if he gets up now, his vision will darken around the edges and he'll end up right back on his bed again anyway.
He sighs in exasperation and reaches for a bottle of water, awkwardly propping himself up to take a few sips to wash away the taste of morning breath in his mouth. The clock tells him he has twenty minutes before he has to be in the kitchen getting breakfast going, which is nowhere near enough time to rub one out and wake up again when he inevitably knocks himself out again in the afterglow.
He sighs again and finishes his water, frowning at his dick like that's going to help the situation.
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He unlocks the backdoor ten minutes late but he still beats Ifrit because Ifrit is never on time anyway. His runs always seem to take the perfect amount of time to let Mountain do all of the opening tasks; prep trays of pastries, bring down all the chairs, get the coffee going and boof out all the big bags of pre-made into the mixers. Behind him, his vine of a tail flicks on the big industrial ovens and starts cracking egg after egg, splitting off into several smaller strands to toss shells and pour cups of milk into the bowl.
He's in the middle of refilling the sanitization bottles when he hears the side door to the dumpsters loudly announce Ifrit 's pathetic attempt at sneaking in. The fire ghouls rounds the corner with a guilty look on his face and a torso gleaming with sweat in the artificial lighting.
"Sup." He says, hardly giving Mountain a second glance as he beelines for the gallon container of milk left on the counter and unscrews the cap to heft it up and start chugging the remains.
Absolutely vile.
"Shirt and apron." Mountain tells him, checking the time and very studiously not looking at Ifrit. "Wash your hands when you're done."
"M'not a kit." Ifrit complains, pulling away from the milk with a whine to his voice. Mountain permits himself to look up and give Ifrit a withering stare. The lowest he dares to go is the froth of foam just over Ifrit's upper lip and the fire ghoul lasciviously licks it away with a gleam in his eye before Mountain can turn his head again.
"Ooh," Ifrit says mockingly, chucking the now empty container in the trash. "Sorry Daddy, I'll be good."
Mountain's face twitches in disgust, even as his cock kicks in his pants, all too happy to remind him of the orgasm he'd had to deny himself such a short time ago. Ifrit brushes by him, much closer than necessary and the heat of his bare torso pressed against Mountain's back is enough to make him shiver. Ifrit rounds the corner, tail flicking mischievously and Mountain does a side shuffle to the sinks so he can splash cold water on his face.
"Kay," Ifrit says, stepping back into view with a wicked smirk. "Let's get cracking."
"I hate you." Mountain says when he catches the text written on the shirt, stretched so tight over Ifrit's pecs that he can see the gleam of his piercings through it.
"Want a free sample?" Ifrit asks cheekily, circling suggestively over the O of Orgasm Donor, located conveniently over his nipple.
"Wash your fucking hands." Mountain mutters. "Not the kitchen, you little freak."
"Oh, rub the shaft Daddy." Ifrit moans. "I love when you talk dirty to me."
Mountain.
Does not.
Get off to this.
But he's having a hard time convincing his dick of that. It aches with longing, starts to chub up as Ifrit cracks his knuckles and ducks his head into the apron, fiddling with the strings at the back.
"Can you-" he starts.
"No." Mountain says, grabbing his keys to unlock the main doors to the dining hall, relishing the chance to escape and clear his head. A few old timers are there to grab a cup of coffee and a sweet before they head to the gardens to enjoy the sunrise. Mountain smiles good naturedly at them, allows one elderly sister to pat his cheek and call him a dear when she sees her favorite strudels in the pastry case.
He disappears between the swinging double doors when he's done and finds Ifrit nowhere to be seen. Mountain sighs in relief and contemplates locking himself in the deep freezer.
"Mountain!" He hears Ifrit yell. "Can't fucking reach this damn box!"
With one last stare of longing at the deep-freezer and the solid sleep of cold-induced hibernation, Mountain goes to the little hallway where the open door of the storage closet waits.
He stares first at the saucy little bow Ifrit's tied to apron string into, bouncing right below his tail as he jumps up, clawing at a box of napkins on the uppermost shelf, obviously a trap.
Keeping a careful distance between their bodies, he steps behind Ifrit and pulls the box down easily into his arms.
"Don't," he warns, sounding panicked when Ifrit teasingly bumps his ass into Mountain's crotch.
"We're not in the kitchen." Ifrit breathes, bracing his hands against the shelf to grind back proper. "C'mon, could smell it on you."
"You know I can't," he hisses back, shifting the box to one arm, ostensibly to shove Ifrit away but instead he pets over the taut line of Ifrit's back, wondering at the sweat stains soaked into the fabric. "Ifrit, I can't."
He really can't. His cock is starting to fill back out again with a vengeance and already he doesn't feel entirely present in his head anymore, so much blood draining to go where it definitely was not needed. "Ifrit!"
"Don't sound too good back there, big guy." Ifrit teases, wrapping his tail around Mountain's waist to keep him from escaping. "Hey, why don't you take a seat and I'll help you relax?"
By the time the words reach him, it's too late. He's too far gone, too light headed to be sensible. Just needy for another rest, for Ifrit to make good on his promise. His last act of stability is to replace the box on a lower shelf before his knees wobble and he's going down hard. Dazed, he bends his legs as Ifrit gets comfy, rocking back and forth across his cock with a purpose.
"I'll take care of cleanup." Ifrit has the audacity to say as Mountain's hands grab his taunting little waist and forces him to bounce. "Here and out there."
"I hate you." Mountain moans, crooking his arm back so he can rest his head, close his eyes against the dizziness. "I'm never working breakfast with you again."
"This goes right, I'm never working breakfast again period." Ifrit mutters and it's the last thing Mountain hears for a very long time.
#that's really gross to just do it on the floor like that guys.#Ifrit x mountain#ifrit ghoul#mountain ghoul#nsft#mdni#love that mountain's name in the ask is underlined and red. reminds me of House of Leaves. which i was supposed to have finished reading by#now.#oops.
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You know what usually isn't left at a crime scene?
Pets.
You know what CyberLife has on guard duty at their warehouses?
Dogs.
You know how Connor absolutely lies about liking dogs to Hank in a forced attempt at building positive rapport, because he only mentions them after having in-person data-mined the guy for possible interests, and would've said 'hamsters' instead of dogs if that'd been the fur he found? And then how he breaks into Hank's house, sees Sumo, and so absolutely and utterly loses his shit that he faceplants inside, immediately switching to "omg please don't kill me 😭" mode? And then how Sumo doesn't attack him either way, and Connor has the option to go over to Sumo chilling in the corner and pet him, and is like, "Hm, this dog is nice 🤔"?
I think Connor has only ever had one of two experiences with dogs before that:
He's never met one before at all
He has met dogs, and they're the ones that CyberLife uses to guard their shit
In other words, I think Sumo is the first dog Connor's encountered that wasn't immediately set on ripping him apart. And while I agree his instability is from that standard "🤔 hm, maybe I like dogs after all" feeling...
... it's interesting to consider Sumo might be his first opportunity to challenge any of his preconstructed (😏) notions ever.
He's done his 'homework' on Hank by this point, and knows who the man is. He knows everything there is to know about these 'deviants,' too. He hasn't had the confrontations with a deviant that make him second-guess himself yet, as even letting Rupert go in order to save Hank is arguably following instructions to prioritize human life (which doesn't hold up to what he's designed for, but certainly doesn't lead to any existential epiphanies).
It's nice thinking that one of the early, tiny steps towards Deviant!Connor realizing CyberLife lied to him, used him, weaponized him against people... is that they also inadvertently lied to him about dogs exclusively being threats. And only through total chance did he stumble across someone with a dog that just wanted to boof at him and go get kibble like, "ya he's fine, leave hank there, he'll get up eventually."
It's even better when you realize Connor's attempt at - uh... 'firmly reasoning' with Sumo was to appeal to the dog's inherent state of protectiveness and fierce loyalty towards his owner. Y'know, guarding him. Like dogs were bred to do.
How funny would it be if part of Connor's relief/shock over Sumo shuffling away was 'cause Connor thought, "You're not gonna rip my face off? Bad dog 😠"?
Followed by, "Hm. 🤔 Maybe not all dogs do that." (Instability ^)
Bonus: the real big-brained take is to say Connor did like dogs when he said that to Hank, but only 'cause he thought all dogs were like CyberLife's loyal, murder machines - like him. 😌
Bonus-Bonus: did you forget hank had a dog wtf dude u even analyzed the type of dog it was, that's the shit we should be making fun of u for, not just the faceplanting (but still continue to make fun of him for that as well lmao)
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I think Dream should be a vampire and Sam is a monster hunter raised in a catholic-esque sector, who believes that all monsters are evil so obviously Dream is also evil. And Punz is also a monster hunter who has stopped him multiple times and defended Dream and Sam has been steadfastly refusing to listen to them yell about how Dream is a person-
Except. Except even as he hunts down Dream he begins to have doubts. Over and over again. Until he and Dream are often working together against some greater problem. Until Sam doesn't want Dream to die.
I'll just capture him he says to himself. He can be reasoned with. Surely.
Except he doesn't want to do even that. He wants Dream to drink from him, to rely on him, to be sprawled out on the forest floor so Sam can hover over him and trace every freckle on his face. He wants Dream on top of him, haloed by moonlight, eyes bright and blood on his lip, taking Sam's neck between his teeth.
It's probably even better that way. Dream can't hurt anyone if he drinks Only from Sam. If Sam brings him home and keeps him safe and content. Surely he is being purely altruistic and not a little obsessed.
And he can't stop the Longing on his face when he watches Dream and Punz share a tender kiss before Dream has to disappear at sunrise. Dream holds Punz so gently, his voice goes soft and fond and sweet, and he strokes Punz's cheek like they matter infinitely, and Sam can understand why. Punz is just so ! Good. Competent and powerful and cocky but beautiful when they're covered in blood and had the courage to stand up for Dream and tell Sam he was wrong. Sam can understand why Dream would love someone so wonderful. So pretty. He thinks about what Punz would taste like and doesn't notice when they both glance at him, knowing.
I can't decide if he should become a werewolf through getting bitten protecting Punz, or if it should be a family thing that was never triggered because the church Suppressed it.
Wait fuck as I was typing I realized I could combine these.
Sam learns that a lot of the monster hunters of the church, their Enhanced Strength Speed Power, isn't actually a holy blessing but specifically them all being monsters who have the "monstrous" quality suppressed.
And he removes the suppressor so he can become a Big Boofer and save Punz.
Because Punz operates outside the church, and they don't like that, so they're going to sacrifice them.
And after Sam does a little murder, he is very growly and grumpy and can't tell who's friend or foe (his first transformation since he was 3 years old, something he can't even remember properly).
And Punz has to calm him down. Which, once Sam stops being growly, he realizes he knows this scent!!!!!! It's his Punz!!!! And now he must Sit on his Punz until all the evils in the world go away.
A Snuggly boof who doesn't understand why Punz is dragging him places, but he'll go anywhere with his Punz (they have to go find Dream, who's curled up in a trap and extremely upset that his enhanced strength and murder abilities don't work on his silver cage)
They flee the church and run off to one of Dream's makeshift hideouts and spend the night curled up with Werewolf Sam who is So Happy to have both of his people. He is getting skritched and kissed and he gets to hold them with his Big Paws and life is very good for a Sam.
He's going to have to turn back in the morning, and then he's going to have to reexamine his entire life and have like 30 breakdowns, but he'll get to be Himself, and he'll learn to become a werewolf at will, and then he will have two partners he snuggles with every day.
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Fuck it.
Daiya Owada Headcanons
Because we love our eldest Diamond bro.
These are all purely headcanons as we don't know much about Daiya but think of this as another Non-Despair AU situation
Daiya is that typical big bro- loves his little brother, would both die for him and kill him in the same breath if it was possible.
Also loves his gang and Takemichi. He just radiates big bro vibes to everyone he meets.
One time, Daiya stopped by the academy to give Mondo a little surprise. Probably a little birthday gift or something.
The whole class was shocked to see him of course- how is that guy Mondo's brother???? And why is he hot?????
Of course they all just tease Mondo about it after the fact, and I like to think that's how he and Yasuhiro met (idk I just think they would be chill together plus they should be in the same age range if we go by that four year age difference between Mondo and Daiya in that Diamond Bros post I made, which makes Daiya one year older than Hiro)
And since Daiya mostly lives on his own whenever Mondo is at the academy, he was forced to get a job (with the occasional help from the gang of course)
He probably works at a convenience or grocery store, occasionally volunteering at a dog shelter whenever he can.
Big fan of ramen and sushi, specifically from those little run down places you need to look for.
Has met Hiroko Hagakure during his time in the hospital. Both were acquainted and know of each other, but they don't properly get to know each other until Hiro and Daiya start to hang out more.
Talks to animals like they talk back.
"Chuck I'm behind on my bills"
"Boof!"
"No Chuck I can't just get a third job"
"Boof!"
"Why don't you get one you freeloader?"
"Boof!"
When he's not worrying about work or money, he's either watching anime or cooking show, while trying out some new recipes. He particularly thinks Kitchen Nightmares is so dumb and he loves it.
As you've probably realized by now, I picture Daiya as a chaotic guy under the rouse of a normal functioning guy.
No one notices until he tells the story about how he got his pet lobster. Then they realize he's fucking nuts.
He's like a cryptid almost, that's the best way I could put it.
#danganronpa#danganronpa v1 trigger happy havoc#danganronpa fandom#trigger happy havoc#mondo oowada#danganronpa au#danganronpa headcanons#mondo owada#daiya owada#danganronpa daiya#daiya oowada#diamond brothers#crazy diamond#hiroko hagakure#yasuhiro hagakure#danganronpa hiroko#danganronpa yasuhiro
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It’s summer time so how about Eclipse in a swimsuit?
It's not summer anymore but we can still enjoy a boof in some swim wear and a snip with it!
The leviathan felt his body stiffen as the woman walked out towards the dock. Her face had a red tone as she held onto her arm with a shaking hand. Her lip curled in a small pout as her eyes seemed uneasy as she looked at her merman.
Shade gulped. His mouth slipped up into an awkward smile. His black and gold eyes grew wider as he looked at the one piece swimsuit that clung to the werewolf. A high collar and some short like bottom hem. He questioned his own sanity as she stepped onto the dock and looked up at him.
Shade felt his heart pound against his ribcage as he looked at her as she lifted her gaze to him. Shade tried to bite back the dry feeling in his mouth.
He half regretted his offer to teach her to swim. He shifted his tail in the ocean and gently reached out.
“We’ll just.. Sit in the water today.” he offered the young woman who gave a small nod of her head.
Eclipse stepped onto his large open palm. Shade could feel the normally composed woman shaking like a newborn fawn as she settled on his hand, her arms gripping his index finger for support.
Shade tried to calm down. He wasn’t doing either of them any good if he got worked up when she was already afraid. He was thankful he’d managed to get himself somewhat manageable since he realized his yearning for Eclipse but it only made things a bit harder for him as she clung to him.
Eclipse gripped him tightly as he moved from the safety of being over the wooden planks of her dock to over the open water. While the water near the dock wasn’t as deep as some sections, she knew the edge of the dock was still several meters deep and well over her head. Even with a 20 something meter merman holding onto her she couldn’t stop the quaking of her limbs and the racing of her heart.
Her breath kept catching and she felt lightheaded as she looked into the crystal waters at his long tail that was curled under and around the dock. She shut her eyes as he lowered his hand.
Shade paused before hitting the water. He looked at the frightened Eclipse and shifted. He used his free hand and tail to push closer to the shore.
Eclipse cracked an eye when she saw him move and looked down. He was leaning on his other arm and the water was shallower than the edge of the dock. She could feel herself breathe a little easier as she noted it was just barely to her shoulders from how his hand rested.
“Let’s not overdo it after all.” He rationalized in his low rumbling voice.
Eclipse couldn’t speak but nodded.
Shade lowered his hand and with the combination of his hand and the shallower depths, her chest was still from the ocean water. It was cold and she wanted to get out but the security of him being there kept her in place.
Shade gave a gentle smile, as gentle as a split mouth leviathan could. Seeing her not rush out or scream was good. She was still clinging to his finger but she wasn’t shaking as much. He moved to lift her up and held her eye level.
“See? It’s alright.” he purred.
“Easy for the man who’s big enough to sit in water boats would sink in.” Eclipse retorted with a shaking breath. She eased her grip and gasped when her legs gave out and she fell down on his hand.
Shade grimaced, “are you okay?”
“This is hard!” Eclipse felt tears she hadn’t realized she was holding back begin to fall down her face. The red drops streaked her pale skin as she sniffed.
Shade gave a curt nod, the former prince leaned his head down and nuzzled her with a chirp. “You’re doing well though. To sit on the hand of a sea monster and face your fear. We have all the time we want to get used to it after all. No need to rush.”
Eclipse frowned. She wanted to believe it but. She sighed. Some time was better than none she supposed. She looked at the leviathan as he pressed his face to her and she laughed as he licked her.
“Hey! Hey! Quit it!” she pushed the middle of his face as he chuckled, the smirk stretching across his face.
Man is in love help him
#digital#eclipse guardian#colors#prince arulius#the sun in the sea#monster boy#merman#writing#original#i love my idiots officer#also hi im going through the inbox finally lol
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As you said you're open to questions, and I've never seen a "needs space" leash before - is there like, an accepted universal response/behaviour around a dog with such a thing? Like, I know not to bother service dogs, and to respect a therapy dog needing personal space after they're done providing therapy, that sort of thing, and in like, a big park I'd just keep going on my path/sitting where I am/whatevs and trust them and their human to handle the situation as they see fit, because there is the space for them to do so, but what if, say, one is coming towards me on the sidewalk, and thus the space is limited? Should I still continue as normal, or try to provide more space on purpose, maybe by walking closer to the side the dog isn't so their human can be a barrier?
I love my boy, so I'm going to intersperse some of my favorite pictures of him throughout this.
The day he came home vs a year later.
So, Aengus is fear reactive and incredibly anxious around people and animals he doesn't know -- sort of an automatic "I think these people are a danger to me and my human" thought process that means he does great big boofs, and sometimes will lunge at anyone who gets too close.
He was, unfortunately, already traumatized by the time he came to me -- he'd been anemic, stung by wasps, his poor little paws were rubbed raw from walking on hot concrete, and he was terrified of people.
"Too close," for him, generally means within 10 feet, for people he doesn't know well.
I can usually keep him focused on our walks or a specific task ("sit" and "wait" are both ones he's gotten pretty good at) when just passing by people, provided that they ignore us (unless they also have a dog, and then it's, "okay, time to detour to get home faster and without an interaction").
In an ideal world, I would have the money to get him the behavioral training I know he needs, and the supervised socialization time with other dogs I wish he had. I want it for him so much, but... yeah. I lack the money for someone who knows what they're doing, and I'm too disabled to try and DIY it on a consistent enough basis to be beneficial to him. So we muddle through as best we can.
He's my baby, and I love him so so much
When I take him out, the ideal behavior from people in the distance who see the "Needs Space" tag on his leash is that they will simply ignore us. Feel free to privately coo over how adorable he is, and even a friendly wave is fine from a distance. I love seeing people see him and have the "!!!!! I saw a dog!!!!" moment. It makes me very happy!!!
But, in the situation of crossing paths, yes, making it so that the owner is between you and the dog is the best choice. Personally, as the person responsible for my dog, I will usually do that immediately when I see someone coming our direction, and keep the leash tight and him close to me for both their safety and his. But sometimes folks will just see DOG and their self-preservation instinct shuts down with a quickness.
I can't tell you the number of times I've had children old enough to have been taught better just run up to us, completely unbothered by the fact that he is trying to protect me with his big ol' boofs of "get the fuck away" because Oh Cute Dog Trumps Animal Safety. I have to be like, "He's not friendly, sorry sorry sorry" and cut short our morning walks a million times. Which isn't fair to either of us.
he loves rough-housing so much and he makes the best honking sounds
The handful of times I've taken him to one of the local walking paths, I have him sit on the side of the trail, holding him tight in a sit+wait, and having him wait until the other person has passed us. Sometimes, he's very good and not at all interested in the other person. Sometimes, it's more of a fight to keep him distracted.
So, I guess my overall advice is:
"Be aware of the potentially dangerous animal in your immediate vicinity, maintain reasonable and available distance, and take your cues from the owner. Prioritize your own safety, and that of the animal."
Something I wish more people used to inform their behavior around strange dogs -- but admittedly, my dog in particular, is that if someone (or more likely, in my neighborhood, their unleashed and uncontrolled dog 😡) just runs up on Aengus, and he freaks out and bites them, he's the one that dies.
I ask him, "Where's your baby?" and he brings me his lamb-chop. (This toy has since disintegrated, and I haven't been able to replace it, unfortunately.)
So thank you so, so much for asking about this.
Don't get me wrong -- I don't want people to be afraid of my dog; he's a big ol doofus that trips over his own very long legs and sleeps with stuffies.
He learned how to throw his toys at me, and now he refuses to hand them to me when we play fetch -- he just lobs them at me from his mouth. He pounces on his toys like an arctic fox jumps into snow, and sometimes he sleeps like an AT-AT.
See?
But every dog has the capacity to be dangerous, and I wish people would spend more time asking these questions so I can give them the answers that keep them and reactive dogs safe.
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Are you okay
Yeah I have a bruise from the fall but that's it
He wasn't going very fast, I'd say 10 mph ish since I guess he was looking for a parking spot. He was in one of those like BIG TRUCKS that's raised off the ground and I guess he just didn't see me over the front? I'm short so not surprised, and I wasn't paying attention either so he boofed me
The guy apologized and I felt awkward so I was just like 'I'm fine!! its cool' got up and walked to my car lmao
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As much as I love Harry but damn do I feel for the hufflepuffs in book four, like the one time they had all the spotlight then boof all gone lol
RIGHT. like damn give them some appreciation?? At least with Ravenclaw we got Luna and we got Snape and Sluggy from Slytherin, what did Hufflepuffs get? 😭 When I first read GoF I was so excited about Cedric bc I thought he would turn out to be a really big character and a great representation of Hufflepuffs, but he ended up dying in the same fricking book. We ended up getting Dora which is great, but JKR did her so dirty with her lack of screentime despite all her potential.
Like we love you Harry and we don’t blame you at all, BUT COME ON ROWLING GIVE US A BIT OF BALANCE
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fun fact about me
I like doing pokemon sound mimicry
especially to see the look on a mareep's face when you bleat near perfectly at one
or a mabostiff's face when you do a terrifying impression of the big loud "Boof" they do sometimes
I am an agent of chaos. I just need to find out what the fox says. hehehehehehehehehe
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