#still a house cat just has a short tail

[diadraws]

admittedly ive only had time the last few days for simple design doodles ‘cuz of my senior thesis project sooo .. heres more miraculous holders!!! lady noir, mister bug, mayura, and ryuko. 

if i had named mister bug i would have called him “gentlebug”. like ladies and gentlemen? so ladybug and gentlebug? idk.... mister bug is still a cute name though hehe C: 

#miraculous ladybug #lady noir #mister bug #mayura #ryuko #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #nathalie sancoeur #kagami tsurugi #i was agonizing over wether lady noir should have a tail or the long braid because i like both #then i realized.... SHE CAN BE A BOBTAIL CAT!!! #still a house cat just has a short tail

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Dog days are over

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Elizabeth isn’t a dog person… but you are. After the puppy interview, you try to convince your girlfriend to take one of them home.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. It was inspired by the iconic puppy interview, obviously, but I changed the questions to fit the plot.

MASTERLIST

“Oh, my God,” you uttered at yourself under your breath, immediately bringing a hand to cover your mouth and stop a laugh from escaping as you watched the scene unfold in front of the cameras.

You were sitting behind the expensive equipment among the technical team while you all watched your girlfriend, Elizabeth, sitting in the middle of the room with several puppies surrounding her as she tried to answer the questions being thrown her way. It had been complete havoc since the start, something you had predicted when Elizabeth first told you she agreed with that interview - an internet success, which you had watched many other actors doing it before. However, Elizabeth kept her distance from most animals and you were waiting for the chaos that was going on right now.

What you didn’t expect was that a black puppy would jump to try to bite her hair and just fall on her chest, causing Elizabeth to squeak before she could stop herself. You had to hold your laugh the best you could so you wouldn’t disturb the recording, but you almost slipped when you saw your girlfriend trying to cover up her reaction by laughing and awkwardly scooping the puppy into her arms. You usually didn’t tag along to her interviews - especially because sitting behind the camera all day was boring as hell - but Elizabeth had asked you if you wanted to go with her and you didn’t think twice before saying yes. The reason? That scene right there. A slightly panicked Elizabeth holding an overly excited puppy who was waggling his tail and trying to lick her face.

Well, the fact that there were going to be cute puppies also convinced you to be there.

Elizabeth might not be used to being around animals like that, but you grew up surrounded by them. Since you were a small child, your family had a dog, which ended up coming home pregnant one day and the house was suddenly filled with eight other puppies. Your mother managed to give two of them to other family members before you started crying and screaming saying you didn’t want them to go, and that has been it. You grew up surrounded by dogs. When you left for college, you couldn’t adopt any dog since they took so much time, but you entered your dorm one day and found a black cat sitting on top of your computer, and that’s how you ended up with a new pet. The cat, unfortunately, was already a bit old and he ended up passing away a couple of years after you left college.

Since then, you hadn’t gotten any other pets because you lived in an apartment and had a demanding job that kept you away most of the time, but you loved going back to your parents’ house because they still had many dogs and some other animals - your father still hadn’t explained how they ended up with a tortoise, but you were fine with it.

So, yes, you were having the time of your life.

“Are you a cat person?” The question made by one of the interviewers brought your attention back to the scene in front of you.

When Elizabeth quickly replied with a short “nope” you laughed before you could stop yourself, but luckily you weren’t the only one since everyone else in the room shared the feeling. It also made Elizabeth laugh while she looked around at everyone else and struggled to get the black puppy with the blue collar out of her lap at the same time. Her eyes met yours for a brief second, something that made you smile softly even if you could see the silent ask for help behind her green eyes.

“Is it obvious I’m not a dog person?” Elizabeth wondered out loud with another laugh. “The way you said that like ‘so are you an any kind of animal person?’” She said, trying to sound like the woman asking her the questions. “Are you a bunny person?” She joked in the end, which only made everyone laugh again.

The dog in her lap finally gave up trying to lick her face and ran away to play with his little friends, and you saw how Elizabeth visibly relaxed, having a small break from the cute attackers for once. You were still smiling at her, unable to believe how cute your girlfriend was, when you felt something touching your feet. You looked down and saw that one of the puppies had run into you while playing with a toy and you didn’t think twice before leaning down to pet the cute dog. That was the puppy that seemed the most excited about Elizabeth since the beginning, jumping into her as soon as they saw her, and you received the same treatment as her. That made you smile even more widely and your eyes raised for a moment to see how your girlfriend was holding up before grabbing the toy from the floor to toss it away for the dog to chase.

You could have tossed it to the other side, you could have. Instead, you tossed it right on Elizabeth’s feet and then watched the puppy skid with the little paws to reach the toy. Elizabeth was answering a question you hadn’t heard, her attention away from the dogs, so when the puppy jumped on her again she yelped even louder than before in surprise at the sudden attack.

“Oh, God!”

You bit the inside of your cheek to hold another laugh, but you saw someone giving you a thumbs up for helping in getting that scene. You weren’t sure if your girlfriend realized it had been you who threw the toy at her, although you were praying she didn’t.

“I don’t have a dog,” you heard Elizabeth commenting with an awkward laugh when another puppy tried to get into her lap. She tried to move the first one, but he wasn’t having it, so she reached out for the toy to squeeze it. It was, obviously, the wrong choice because that only made all of the puppies rush to her to try to take it. “Okay, okay, okay…” She repeated the same word countless times while trying to dodge all of the dogs jumping on her and, finally, she threw the toy away, which made all of the puppies run away to get it. “I don’t remember what was the question.”

“You were telling us what are your hobbies,” the interviewer reminded her.

“Oh, yes.” Elizabeth nodded and opened her mouth to reply, only to be jumped by the puppy with the red collar again. She tried to move out of the way, but that only made the dog fall with his paws almost inside of her shirt. “You like the inside of my shirt, I see. You would get along with my girlfriend just fine.”

The laugh that resonated around the room was the loudest it has been since the start of the interview and, even if you were one of the people laughing, you still tried to make yourself look smaller in your chair when everyone turned to look at you. You felt yourself blush and you met Elizabeth’s gaze again just to shake your head at her little joke, but she just laughed and then had to avoid another jumping puppy from hitting her face.

“Since you talked about her,” the interviewer started, “can you tell us about how things are going? You recently moved in together, yes?”

“We did,” your girlfriend replied with a more contained smile. Elizabeth didn’t have a problem talking about you during her interviews - she knew it was going to happen when you both decided to go public about your relationship - but she tried to avoid giving out many details and always tried to change the subject as fast as she could. “People always say we only know who someone really is when you have to share a house with them,” she joked. “But things are going great. Aside from the occasional wet towel on the bed, there hasn’t been any trouble.”

The interview continued after that with the same level of chaos. The dogs kept jumping on her or running around like crazy, there was a poop incident and even a moment where you were sure Elizabeth was regretting putting herself in that situation, but she managed to answer the questions and all the dogs - and Elizabeth - were alive in the end, which you counted as a victory.

Once the questions were over, someone asked Elizabeth to stay in her spot for just a few more minutes while they collected the dogs to take them away again. You had gotten up from your chair since you felt like you needed to stretch a little bit and you were about to pull out your phone to check the time when you saw three of the puppies running towards you while fighting over a toy. Without thinking twice, you sat down on the floor and quickly reached for the toy.

“Hey, now, don’t fight!” You said. They all started to jump to try to get it from you and you felt your legs and arms being scratched with their little sharp nails, but you didn’t mind. It wasn’t their fault and, honestly, you were almost used to that. “Play nice, kiddos,” you asked before throwing the toy away.

To your surprise, not all the puppies rushed to get it. The black puppy with the red collar, that had been among them, decided he wanted to climb your lap instead and that’s what the dog did with his wobbly legs and waggling tail. You laughed happily as you decided to help him by picking him up and pressing him against your chest while you brought your other hand to scratch behind his ear.

“You’re so cute,” you cooed before pressing a kiss on top of his head. In return, the puppy raised his head to lick your chin and you let him do it. “Do you like me? I also like you, boy.” As soon as you said that, though, you paused and picked him up with both hands so you could hold him in front of your face. “Wait, are you a boy?” You turned him a bit to take a look and gasped when you put the dog back against your chest. “You’re a girl! No wonder you were trying to look at Lizzie’s chest!” You declared while trying not to squeeze the dog too much. “I don’t blame you at all for that!”

No one would be able to tell if you were joking or not since you were being so serious while saying that, but thankfully everyone was too busy trying to pick up the running dogs or putting the equipment away before the wires got chewed or something. You didn’t move from where you were sitting playing with the cute puppy and letting her lick your hands and face while all the other dogs were picked one by one to be taken away. You could already feel your chest tighten with the prospect of letting the black puppy go as well, even if it sounded crazy that you had gotten attached to her so fast.

Since you were too busy cuddling the dog, you missed when Elizabeth got up and walked towards you, getting startled when her voice sounded just by your side. “Why is he so calm with you when he was trying to murder me a second ago?”

You looked up and your lips quickly curled in a smile when you saw Elizabeth standing there with her hands on her hips while trying to pretend to be mad. “She wasn’t trying to kill you, babe,” you defended the dog. “She was trying to show you love!”

“That’s some aggressive love,” Elizabeth scoffed.

You laughed. “Yes, because she’s a puppy. She has too much energy. They get calmer when they get older.” Just as you said that, you raised the dog to your eye level again and kissed its snout. “Right, little princess? With a few walks and a lot of plays, you will grow up to be a lazy dog.”

As if she could understand you, the dog barked and tried to lick you again. You cooed and hugged her, but, before you could say anything else, a man approached you while chasing another puppy. You decided to help him out by reaching out with your arm to stop the puppy from running past you, but you still didn’t let go of the dog in your lap.

“Thank you,” the man said as he leaned down to scoop the dog.

“Of course,” you replied before you saw another person bringing a cage. “Where are these cuties from?” You wondered when curiosity got the best of you.

“From a shelter, ma’am,” the first man answered.

“Oh, so they don’t have a family?”

“No, ma’am. Their first event will be this weekend. The shelter organizes a fair to try to find their animals some owners.”

You made up your mind before the man was even done talking. You knew it was insane to even think about it, but you couldn’t help. The puppy in your arms had already won your heart, you couldn’t deny it. Besides, you have been working from home since you got a new job and you certainly had the money to take care of a pet. It could work out perfectly.

Elizabeth seemed like she had read your mind because, when you slowly turned your head to look back at her, she was already shaking her head. “Absolutely not.”

“Lizzie,” you tried to call out her nickname to soften her heart - exactly how you did it every time you were trying to get her to agree with something.

“No, Y/N.” Elizabeth kept her ground, firmly letting you know it was not going to happen. “We’re not taking a dog home with us.”

“But it’s not just a dog,” you complained while raising the puppy for her to see the cute little face. “It’s this little princess.”

“No,” she insisted. “No dogs. No little princess who tried to kill me either.”

“She didn’t try to kill you, I told you that,” you argued and then, because you could feel you were going to lose the argument, you went for your last weapon. A pout. “I promise you I will take care of her, you don’t even have to do anything! I will keep her fed and change the water, and take her for walks, and take her to the vet, all of it.”

“That’s not the problem, Y/N.” Elizabeth sighed. “I’m thinking about all of the mess. And the smell.” She added the last part while throwing a glance at the place where the puppies had pooped before, her nose scrunching adorably when she remembered the awful smell. “Look, I know you like animals, but we’re not getting a dog.”

“Lizzie,” you tried one more time, putting the dog down and pouting as well. It was now or never. “Pretty please? She won’t even get that big and we have so much space around the pool where she could run and play. We don’t need to let her go inside the house even.” Which you know was a little lie since you wouldn’t be able to keep the dog outside, but that was a problem you could solve later. “And I know you like animals, you just don’t… have much practice.”

“And I intend to keep that way.”

You sighed sadly at that and looked down at the dog who had gone oddly quiet during all of that conversation, as if she knew she shouldn’t interrupt. With a sniff, you leaned down to kiss the dog’s head before you let your cheek rest there. It was like saying goodbye to someone from your family.

“Oh, no, are you crying?” Elizabeth now sounded completely in panic, but you had your own emotions to deal with. You just shook your head, clearly lying since you could barely see anything after tears formed in your eyes, but you also didn’t want to seem stupid crying over it either. “No, my love, please don’t cry.” Elizabeth crouched in front of you and you briefly saw her wide green eyes staring at you like she had no idea what to do. “You can get a fish! What about that?”

“Okay,” you mumbled with a trembling voice without looking at her. You didn’t want a fish, although you couldn’t get enough energy to explain that to her. Besides, the lump in your throat wouldn’t allow you to form a phrase anyway.

“My love, please don’t be upset,” your girlfriend tried again, sadly this time. “I don’t like when you’re upset.” All you did was shrug. “I love you so much, my love, but-”

Before she could finish her explanation, the dog in your lap wailed so miserably that it made you hug her tighter and look at Elizabeth again.

Ironically, that’s what broke her.

Elizabeth closed her eyes and pinched her nose for a few seconds before she shook her head to herself. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” she whispered while staring at the ceiling above you and then she finally let out a sigh and looked at you. “Okay, fine, you can have the dog.”

“Oh, my God! Really?!” You didn’t wait for her confirmation. You just threw yourself at her, almost taking both of you to the ground, and started spreading kisses all over her face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…” you kept repeating it non-stop.

“Okay, okay.” She pushed you away when it became clear you wouldn’t stop anytime soon, just to raise her index finger while she started listing some rules that you both knew would eventually be broken. “The dog must stay outside, you will take full responsibility for it, you will have to figure out what to do when we decide to travel together, and the dog is gone if she ever causes a single leaf from my garden to break.” Then, Elizabeth turned her attention to the dog, pointing at the puppy and raising her eyebrows. “And I mean it.”

“Did you hear that, pup?” You asked the dog while pointedly ignoring what Elizabeth said. “You’re going home with us!”

The dog picked up on your happiness and started to jump in your arms while trying to lick both of you, but Elizabeth quickly moved away and got up. “God, it has been a second and I’m already regretting it.” Just when you were about to get worried she might change her mind, Elizabeth added: “Wait here, I will see what we need to do to take the dog home.”

“Wait, Lizzie,” you called her before she could take another step away and she turned around at you in expectation. “Come here.” She rolled her eyes, but did as you asked. “Closer.” Again. “Closer.”

“Only if I climb in your lap, but my seat has been taken.” Elizabeth glared at the dog, but you could see she didn’t mean anything by it.

You chuckled and raised your chin. Once again, your girlfriend rolled her eyes although she leaned down to give you a kiss. “I love you,” you whispered when she pulled away.

“You better,” Elizabeth replied with a huff.

“Really, I love you so much.” You pecked her lips one more time.

She sighed and kissed your forehead. “I love you too, my love.”

Elizabeth had just started to leave again when you asked: “Can we call her Wanda?”

“Don’t make me change my mind,” was the reply you got even if she didn’t even turn around to say it.

You only laughed and hugged the puppy again. You could convince her about the name too.

#elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #celebrity x reader #marvel #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #fanfic #creative writing #my writing #drabble #fluff #puppy interview

[semisolidmind]

About the cartoon episode dreams.

What if when the other Smiling Critters show up in them, they kinda... act/react out of character for a second. Before getting back into character and smiling again. Some are wistful, and glad that at least one of them survived. Others are kinda salty that Catnap, of all critters, is one of the ones that survived after all he did. (Nothing more than like a brief gasp, them just pausing to stare in horror at the Catnap innocently perching on Y/N's shoulder, or a sad sigh and somber expression before snapping back into place.)

Just something ever so slightly amiss about those Red Smoke induced dreams.

exactly what i was thinking

like, the very first "episode" that y/n experiences is their introduction into the critters' world. they're found, dazed and confused in the woods, by dogday, who of course wants to help them and introduce them to his friends. they wander the woods for a bit, y/n following dogday and listening to him talk about how neat all his friends are. there's something...sad about it, but y/n has no idea why.

after walking a ways, dogday stops suddenly. he's flung an arm out in front of y/n to stop them too, almost protectively. he stares wide-eyed and completely still at a tree to their left. his ever present grin turns down at the edges, and he goes quiet. y/n follows his line of sight to a branch higher up.

a purple cat snoozes in the tree, his long tail dangling in the open air. it flicks occasionally. he seems to sense the presence of our heroes, because he slowly opens his eyes, stretching before turning towards them. his smile grows at the sight of his friend, and he tilts his head curiously at the new arrival standing next to him.

y/n feels a chill down their spine at his stare. they don't know why, but...they feel like they need to run.

then dogday says a cheery hello, seemingly broken out of his trance, and ease returns to the scene. the cat, introduced as dogday's best buddy catnap, comes down from the tree. he silently stares at y/n as dogday introduces them, a big smile on his face. y/n greets him nicely, and after a beat, the cat takes hold of y/n's hand. they get the feeling he's saying that he's ready to go. dogday laughs at his friend's silly ways, grabs y/n's other hand, and leads the group on.

the trio continues through the woods, dogday and y/n laughing and carrying on while catnap remains silent. y/n can feel him intermittently squeezing their fingers or rubbing his thumb on the back of their palm, feeling the bones underneath. they wonder if he or his friends have ever seen a human before.

after a short while, the two critters and their new friend come upon a clearing with a cluster of adorably themed houses. y/n, amused, figures the scratching post and the dog house are the homes of their two new little buddies.

in a big circle in the clearing, a group of critters similar to their two companions are happily playing.

they see a rabbit and a bird playing soccer, an elephant and a unicorn scribbling on some paper and painting at an easel, and a bear and a pig seemingly setting up a picnic. it looks nice. it's a beautiful day for all of them, and they all look so content. y/n feels a pang in their chest.

they want to cry, and they're not sure why.

dogday notices, and gently squeezes their hand. he says nothing, but the sad, shaky smile he gives them speaks volumes.

it's quickly gone when the rabbit notices him and calls his name. the other critters look up as well, a myriad of hellos raising a joyous cadence in the air. they all look so happy to see dogday. their curiosity at y/n is apparent as well, asking who they are and where they come from. the critters all have questions about them, and y/n does their best to answer them.

then catnap steps out from behind y/n's back.

the group of critters all go silent.

they all stare at him; some horrified, some angry. not even a breath is taken in at the sight of the drowsy feline. if catnap is put off by his friend's reactions to him, he makes no indication. though his grip on y/n's hand tightens.

but then the critters snap back to attention. it's almost like they've all decided unanimously to ignore catnap altogether. he doesn't react, his gaze trained on y/n just like the others. his grin hasn't moved.

the critters introduce themselves. bubba, crafty, hoppy, kickin, picky, and bobby. y/n feels like they know them all already. after dogday informs them all that y/n is trying to find a way home, the critters agree that they'll do what they can to help.

the episode ends in static.

y/n wakes up.

———

–more thoughts; dogday, catnap, and y/n are the ones who feel the strangeness of the dreams the most. the other critters have their moments, but not as often. otherwise most of the dialogue is pretty standard for a kids cartoon.

– another sad thought is that in each dream, the other smiling critters start to dissapear, one by one, confusing dogday and y/n (catnap seems...unresponsive. he also tends to dissapear when the others do, but comes back). they try and try to find them, but they're nowhere to be found. eventually, dogday and catnap are the only ones left. dogday has been getting angrier and angrier at catnap, and he's not sure why. the cat remains as pleasantly lackadaisical as always, though at times his grin seems to freeze and pupils seem to shrink.

–each critter gets an episode where they try to help y/n and y/n helps them in some way. each one would have y/n giving advice on how to solve a problem, using the cutout dialogue from the game as inspiration for the problems the critters face. helping bubba remember something he forgot, helping kickin overcome a fear, helping crafty finish a painting she struggles with, find bobby when she gets lost, helping hoppy reach a goal, helping picky try something new.

after a critter has their own episode, they dissapear.

#ooooooooh the angst potential is through the roof #yn and dogday are gonna go through so much more hurt #poppy playtime

[writeforfandoms]

Howlin’ For You - epilogue

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Well, I know people wanted more of these two. And after a conversation with a shameless enabler, this is what I came up with! I hope you all enjoy.

Warnings: Swearing, talk of marriage/mating, talk of children, shifter social norms, shifter behavior

Word count: 2k

You shifted your weight in the seat yet again. “You’re sure they won’t mind?” you asked quietly, unable to keep the anxiety at bay.

“Love, they’re right thrilled to meet ye,” Soap murmured, squeezing the hand held captive between both of his. He was a long line of warmth against your side in the chilly train, pressed up against you from knee to shoulder. 

You blew out a breath, noisy but short, venting a bit of your nerves. “Right. Okay.” 

He nuzzled your cheek softly, squeezing your hand again. “Ye’ll have fun,” he murmured, a soft promise in his tone. “And if ye donnae, we’ll go. Aye?”

“Right.” You did relax a little at the reminder. 

“Never done a meet the family?” The words were gently teasing, even as he tried to tug you closer. You swatted his thigh, because you’d already refused to sit in his lap. Twice. This trip. 

“Never.” You bit your lip, wrinkling your nose. “Especially not with, y’know, the rest of the stuff.”

“Stuff.” Soap huffed a little laugh. “Funny way of puttin’ it, love.” 

“Oh hush.” You warmed, tucking your head down against his shoulder. 

“They’re all excited,” he murmured. “Might get a few rude sniffs, though.”

You couldn’t help it. You laughed quietly, relaxing into him. Which, of course, was his goal all along. 

“Promise, love,” he murmured. “Won’t be a problem.” 

You nodded, taking a deep breath. You’d just have to trust him for now. 

You two got off the train, Soap herding you through the station easily and out to the pickup area. A woman waved at the two of you, dark hair shining in the sunlight, an easy smile on her face. 

“‘Bout time,” she called as Soap herded you to her car, taking your bag to put in the back. “How was the trip?”

“Uneventful,” Soap said with a shrug.

"You must be his mate." She smiled at you. "I'm Layla." 

You gave her your name, a little shy. 

"Ah ken, Johnny willnae shuddup 'bout ye." She flashed a bright grin at you. 

You warmed and quickly got into the car. Soap settled next to you, ignoring Layla's snickering. 

"She's one o' my big sisters," Soap told you. "Got two more."

"Big family," you murmured. 

"Aye." He smiled at you. "Jeannie already has two bairns o' her own." 

You nodded, leaning a little into his side, unable to entirely quell your anxiety. Soap hummed softly, twining his fingers with yours. 

"Mum has everyone for dinner tonight," Layla said as she drove. 

"How many people is everyone?" You were almost afraid to ask. 

"No more'n twelve. Ach, no, fourteen, forgot the two littles." 

"Oh." You blinked. That… was a lot of people. 

"Ye'll be fine," Soap whispered to you. "Promised, aye?"

"Right." You breathed in deep, trying to relax. 

Layla chattered the rest of the drive, and you understood most of it. But she used some words you didn't know. Not that you said anything - you got the gist of it. Mostly, she and Soap caught up. 

Which worked great for you. 

Layla parked the cat outside a big house, and you swallowed. 

"C'mon, love." Soap patted your hand before he got out. 

One last deep breath and you got out too. The house was lovely, the grounds green and lush. 

And then there were four pups crowding around you, yipping and sniffing and (in one case) nipping. You squeaked, a little overwhelmed. 

"Behave!" Layla called, heading up to the house. The one that nipped you looked apologetic. 

"Uh, that's okay?" You patted the top of that one's head. 

All four pups crowded you again, little tails going a mile a minute. They all had that same wolf-husky look that you were used to from Soap, though they varied in color. Two were red and white, much like Soap, while one was mostly gray and the last was black and white. 

And all of them still had floofy puppy fur. 

"I… oh my god you're all cute," you muttered, looking down at the pups. "Is it okay if I pet you?" 

One of the pups immediately flopped over on his back for belly rubs. Which you obliged. Except you only had two hands and there were four pups. It took all of a minute for them to gang up on you and knock you flat on your back on the grass. 

A sharp whistle pierced the air, and the pups all scrambled off you. You sat up, pretty sure you looked disheveled now. 

"Ah, Mum wants t' see ye." Soap appeared to offer you a hand up, hauling you to your feet easily. His strength didn't surprise you anymore. 

He walked you up to the house and around back to a set of chairs and a table. His mum was very clearly his mum, her hair salted but still thick and dark, the same glint of humor in her eyes that you saw in Soap's. 

"Be welcome in our home," she said, soft and melodious. 

"Thank you." You sat when she waved to the chair across from her. 

"So, ye caught Johnny's eye." She gave you a quick once-over. 

"Seems that way." You smiled a little, nervous. 

"Good. He's a handful, but he's a good man." Her smile was soft and proud. 

"He is," you agreed. "Even though he did spring the whole shifter thing on me." 

His mum laughed. "Aye, he told us." 

"I suppose there was no good way to do it," you admitted. "And at least Captain Price was  pretty nice about the whole thing." 

"Was he? Good. Ah'd hate t' haveta have 'nother talk with him." 

"Another?" Your eyebrows shot up. 

"Oh aye." Her smile twinkled with mischievous glee.

"Tell me more?" You leaned forward, intrigued. 

"Johnny, be a dear an' go help yer da." 

Soap huffed but pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head. And left you alone with his mum. 

Who proceeded to tell you all about the time she yelled at Captain John Price and then informed him that the 141 had all been unofficially adopted. You kind of wished you'd been able to see that. 

At some point you were ushered inside and seated between Soap's mum and Soap. All three of his sisters were there, along with the five children between them - the four pups you'd sort of met, and one baby. His da was a quiet man that was quick to smile. 

It was the best kind of overwhelming, honestly. 

Until his sister Jeannie asked, "So when are ye having yer first?" 

You coughed as your drink attempted to go down the wrong way. Soap thumped your back, shooting his sister a look. 

"We, um, haven't talked about it," you said, gaze flitting between the lot of them. 

"Tha's a surprise." Maggie, the third sister, had both eyebrows raised as she looked between you two. 

"Maggie," Soap warned, eyes narrowed. 

"Just askin'," Maggie said, still looking between you and Soap. 

"No need ta growl," Jeannie added. 

You blinked and Soap actually did growl. And that was all it took for chaos to descend, the entire table weighing in with their opinion. It quickly became completely unintelligible, accents getting thicker and more completely unrecognizable words getting thrown in.

You quickly gave up on trying to translate anything and just sat there, shoulders a little hunched, watching it all with wide eyes. 

His da caught your eye and jerked his head, standing quietly. You followed suit. Nobody even batted an eye, all caught in the argument. 

Outside was much quieter, and his da sat in one of the chairs and patted another for you. 

"Are ye happy? With my boy?" 

"I am." You smiled, a little abashed. "I never expected any of this, and it was definitely a shock at first. But I'm happy." 

"That's all that matters." He smiled at you, warm and gentle. "Dinnae fuss 'bout the rest." 

"Okay." You relaxed. 

There was a shout from inside and then a chorus of puppy barks. His da sighed. 

"Is it always like this?" You couldn't help but ask, grinning. 

"Och aye. Mated to a hellion, I am." But he looked pleased with himself.

You couldn't help but laugh, just a little. It was actually pretty peaceful out here with just the two of you. 

Except then he stood, motioning you to wait. You blinked and watched him walk off to the side. But when he started to strip, you immediately looked away. You knew it wasn't a big deal, not to them, but you couldn't get over the ingrained feeling that you needed to look away. 

A big wolf padded over to you, darker brown with a tan underside. He was even bigger than Soap. He sat in front of you and rested his chin on your knee. 

"More comfortable that way?" You asked, curious. He huffed softly. "Can I…?" You held out one hand, waiting for him to tip his head in permission. Then you stroked the top of his head softly. "You really don't mind I'm not like you?" 

He looked up at you and very deliberately shook his head. You smiled. 

"Thank you." You relaxed into your chair, absently stroking the top of his head, listening to the furor inside slowly calm. 

"Love?" Soap poked his head out the door and huffed. "There ye are." 

"Mmhm." You smiled at him. "Nice and quiet out here. A bit chilly." 

That was all it took to have Soap draping himself over the back of your chair to be your personal space heater. His da huffed with doggie laughter. 

"Alright, love?" Soap nuzzled the crook of your neck. 

"Mmhm." You tipped your head a bit. "Long as nobody else asks about stuff we haven't discussed yet." 

The sudden, absolute silence from behind you was damning. You sighed. 

"Okay. What else came up?"

"Dinnae matter." Soap tightened his grip on you. 

"Hey." You poked his arm. "C'mon. Tell me so I'm prepared." 

Soap sighed. "They're wonderin' when we're gettin' mated. Properly." 

"Hm." You paused for a moment until his da budged your hand, then continued stroking his fur. "Can we put them off until we've talked about it?"

His da chuffed at you, soft but encouraging. Behind you, Soap chuckled. 

"That's a yes," he translated. "He likes ye."

"What can I say? I'm charming." You tipped your head to grin at him. 

"Ye charmed me," he agreed. 

"I picked you up on the side of the road."

"Charmed me with food."

You laughed, leaning back into him. "Best decision I ever made." 

"Ye are right smart." He kissed your cheek. "Ye ready to go to bed?"

You shrugged a little, careful not to disturb him. "In a few minutes. This is pretty nice." 

Soap hummed softly, nuzzling the crook of your neck again. 

"Full moon is in two nights?"

"Aye. We'll all go." He paused. "Unless ye want–"

"Absolutely not. You're going hunting with your family, sweetheart. I'll read." 

His da chuffed again, tail wagging slowly. Soap made a startled noise, and his da chuffed again. You knew you were missing that conversation, but you didn't feel left out. It was hard to feel anything bad when you were so securely between the two, both of them radiating warmth and comfort. 

"Da says he'll keep ye company, if ye like." 

"That's your choice," you told the wolf, stroking along one velvety ear. "I certainly won't say no, but I don't want to deprive you of the hunt."

His da huffed again and tipped his head into your hand. You didn't need a translation for that. You just smiled. 

Maybe his family wasn't so terrifying after all.

#howlin' for you #shifter au #soap x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #f!reader

[oceanwithouthermoon]

saiki kusuo using nonverbal ways to say "i love you" to his mom growing up because she knew it was hard for him to say it out loud so they created some sort of system for it

she knows he loves her cuz he shows it all the time but its nice to be reassured as a mother, and he wants to say it but it feels unnatural for him..

they thought about sign language but kusuo found it too obvious and embarrassing, plus he didnt want to have to actually grab her attention before saying it because that was almost as embarrassing as just saying it out loud, so he doesnt do that but his parents still use it with him sometimes (they arent fluent in sign, they just know simple phrases like "i love you" "im here" "are you okay") even though kusuo can literally hear their thoughts so he hears the phrases out loud anyway

morse code was also too complicated for his parents and also too long to be convenient.. his dad jokingly brought up slow blinking like kusuos a cat and kusuo almost actually considered it before snapping out of it and vehemently refusing lmfao..

so they just kind of make up a short gesture thats unique to them, like a triple pat or tap anywhere, and both hearing it and feeling it means i love you..

usually its three pats on the shoulder, or on the back during a hug, or taps on the hand.. but when kusuo doesnt want to touch or be touched, its just three taps on the dinner table, or on his door while hes going to bed, or just on the wall next to them..

its VERY nice for kurumi cuz her son goes from never saying i love you to "saying" it almost every day..

theres definitely some sort of memorabilia of the first time kusuo actually says i love you out loud..... like a date written in a picture frame or on a note on the fridge or something LMFAO

okay anyway, its something you constantly hear/see in their house and their friends pick up on it but dont know what it means.. they theorize that its some kind of code or just a habit they picked up from each other.. their theory solidifies as it being some sort of compulsive habit when they notice that kusuo has started to do it while hanging out with THEM occasionally, like three taps on his ramen bowl during an outing, quickly tapping someones hand three times while passing something to them, three soft pats on the lunch table every time one of their friends sits down and hes having a good day, etc..

so obviously one day he gets exposed when his mom mentions their little system offhandedly and everyone looks over at kusuo like (´⊙ω⊙`) and bros just standing there like a dog caught doing something embarrassing, tail between his legs☠️

#mwa ha ha ha ha #sorry guys im emotional over him #hes just a little guy who is too prideful and awkward to show affection #its the autism #already thought of a kubosai scenario based on this #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki kusuo #meows post

[the-face-in-the-mirror]

Well hello and welcome to this shitshow I’ve decided to tackle.

I’ve decided that I simply cannot allow Seven Deadly Sins—a series that I still think has great potential and squandered it—to remain as bad as it is and I am going to take a crack at improving it one delusional piece of artwork after another.

Anyway, here’s my redesign of Meliodas. He can look as youthful as he wants but there will be no borderline-toddler faces in this house. Still a short king wearing heels, but this time it’s boots! Redid his vest to have coattails instead of whatever it was doing before, gave him black pants because it balanced him out a bit better, and gave him a green bow tie because the red just seemed way too out of place in the original design.

I’ve said before but I will say it again for the masses: let 👏 the humanoid 👏 demons 👏 have more 👏 demonic 👏 features. And if no one else will then I may as well do it myself. Obviously he looks more human most of the time to hide his race, but he’s got slightly different demon eyes, fangs, retractable claws and horns (still working on the positioning and proportions) and a whole tail! Because we all know that the Demon Race are probably just oversized cats, am I right lads?

In my version if canon, the Demon Race used to be Goddesses or at least an angelic race of some sort until The Fall, which I like to imagine Meliodas was there for because someone’s gotta drop the deep lore. And because I think it gives a new layer to the Demon Race’s hatred for the Goddesses. Does it contradict the canon lore? Sure, but I’m in charge here and I, unfortunately for everyone, do what I want, and I always love me some biblical imagery and themes.

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for now, so I should stop ignoring my schoolwork now. Let me know what you think, if ya’ll are so inclined!

#meliodas #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #nnt fanart #sds meliodas #fan art #seven deadly sins rewrite #sds rewrite comic #should probably come up with some sort of nickname for it huh? #HELLO NNT FANDOM I’M HERE TO BE A MENACE

[weministertomonsters]

Naga Father (Araza) x gender-neutral reader

Anyone remember that short monster imagine I did of a naga and a babysitter? Well, I expanded it a bit. :)

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You're looking forward to a free weekend, but when you receive a call on Friday night for a babysitting job, you decide to take it. As much as you'd like to take some time for yourself, you do need the money.

"You come highly recommended," the gruff voice on the other end says.

"Well, I'm good with kids," you reply, idly curling a strand of your kinky hair through your fingers. "And I often clean up the house a little if I have the spare time. It really helps out the parents who work late or have extra shifts."

"I will see for myself. Come by at eight tomorrow morning," the man- or at least you think it is- says, and hangs up.

Oof. So it's one of those parents then. You can almost predict how the day is going to go. You're exhausted, so after you feed your cat, you have a quick dinner and all but collapse onto your bed. You sleep so deeply that your alarm shrieking in your ear barely pierces through your dreams.

Groaning, you peel your face off your pillow and try to remember what you set it for. Great. You hop out of bed and shamble into the kitchen to fix some coffee. After that and a warm shower, you feel much better. You drag a brush through your hair and put on some casual, comfortable clothes, perfect for chasing after kids all day.

It's not often you babysit a single child, so this is going to be interesting.

You get there on time, but spend almost a full minute lingering in your car, wondering if you maybe got the wrong address. The house is huge, with white brick walls, big windows, and a sprawling yard that looks a little ramble-y and overgrown. You don't spot a single wayward toy.

Well, there's only one way to know. You get out and trudge up the crunchy gravel path. The doorbell echoes through the house but you don't hear any footsteps. The door swings open suddenly and… Well, you're not looking at a person, that's for sure.

A well-sculpted human torso tapers off into a snake tail that coils so far back that you can't see the end of it. His eyes are a bright gold with slitted pupils.

You're pretty certain this is the guy you spoke to on the phone yesterday. It's not hard for you to guess that he answered the door like this as a shock factor. To see how you'd react to a non-human, to judge if you're one of those paranoid types to start screaming about demons and evil.

You definitely aren't. The reason you're staring isn't because you've never seen one of his kind before (though you haven't because the town you live in is really small), but because he answered the door without a stitch of clothing on. You'd think he'd at least wear a shirt, but no.

He looks fresh out of the shower too, with the ends of his dark hair dripping water onto his tan skin. He has claws and scales on his forearms. Good lord, he's built nicely, with a bit of lean muscle.

"Have I surprised you?" He drawls, and you note the muted lisp of the 's', which you caught on the phone as well.

"Yes. Um, I mean no." You chuckle nervously, tucking your hands into your pockets. "It's cool."

Your eyes are still lingering shamelessly on his chest. It's his fault for answering the door like that, you reason. He's practically inviting you to look.

"Well, come in," he says, slipping to the side and opening the door a little wider. "Remove your shoes."

"Thanks." You step in and slip your shoes off, marveling at how clean the floors are.

For a moment, you just observe each other. He takes you in, an eyebrow hitching slightly. You look… Like a rainbow. Your afro is dyed in chunks so it looks like a fluffy snowcone. You're wearing a bright t-shirt with overalls that have a cute white rabbit embroidered on the front. Your socks are covered in funky polka dots, but they're very comfy. You've learned from experience not to put on jewelry for babysitting jobs, but you never go anywhere without the dainty three-leafed clover necklace your mother gave you years ago.

"Have I surprised you?" You echo his earlier words.

"You look very… Human," he responds with a slight curl of his lip.

"Let me guess, you don't like my kind?"

"Not really, no. However I cannot shift my schedule further, so I require someone to watch my son. And my community has an annoying lack of babysitters. Thus, you."

"Me," you echo with a slight smile.

He turns and slithers into the kitchen. You can hear a muted hiss as his scales scrape over the floorboards.

"Um, am I early?" You ask, even though you know you're right on time.

"I leave in half an hour," he says as he pours a cup of tea. "I want to observe how you interact with my son."

"I understand. I promise to take good care of him, Mr…? I didn't catch your name yesterday."

"Because I never gave it to you. Mr. Araza."

"Tobi," you reply.

"And how do I address you?" He asks, turning to sweep his gaze over your frame.

You know that you're perfectly straddling the fence between feminine and masculine, and you like to keep it that way. With some people, it's fun to see them fume and struggle to fit you into a box or label. With Mr. Araza, you can tell he's just curious.

"Just Tobi is fine," you reply with a small smile.

He nods. His tongue flickers out of his mouth and that startles you. It's just so pink and thin, with a delicate pronged tip. You clear your throat and try to look casual. His eyes narrow slightly and you pray he can't use his tongue to figure out what exactly you're feeling or the way your hormones just spiked, or you're fucked.

"I take suppressants," he says like he just read your thoughts, moving close enough that you catch a hint of the fragrant tea in his hand.

"It is tiring to live in a world saturated by human hormones. Your kind is terrible at hiding their true reactions. As such, I suppress my abilities to give me some peace of mind. You can keep your twisted desires to yourself."

Oh wow, okay.

You don't try to defend yourself but you do take a small step back. You don't like feeling cornered. His eyes take in every small detail and you have a feeling that even on suppressants, he can read you just fine.

"Papa?" A small voice speaks up, and both of you look towards the kitchen doorway.

Mr. Araza's son is so dang cute, is your first thought.

You've never seen a young naga before and he's only five. His tail is small, almost stubby. He has no claws or scales other than the ones on his tail. On the whole, he looks far less intimidating. He's also wearing a shirt.

His pupils are wide and curious as his eyes fall on you, but they shrink as soon as he looks at his father.

"I finished," he says softly, scooting closer and holding up a small handwriting booklet.

As soon as Mr. Araza takes the booklet, he shoots out of the room, terribly clumsy. You've seen videos of actual snakes on tiles, their bodies twisting but going nowhere. He sort of looks like that. It could be cute, but more than anything, it's uncomfortable to watch him struggle knowing that he lives in a house that's almost exclusively covered in sleek wood floors.

"Are you punishing him?" You ask softly. "I mean, it's none of my business, but-"

"Yes," Mr. Araza says, staring down at the page with a frown.

The letters and numbers his son has traced are wobbly.

"That's really not bad," you say quietly. "For a five-year-old."

"He ate a mouse."

"What?" You sputter.

"That's why I'm punishing him. He caught and ate a mouse."

You try very hard to school your expression and you don't know what to say. You already guessed that nagas are carnivores, so you're not sure whether eating mice is a bad thing and why.

Mr. Araza sighs, looking rather aggravated as he closes the booklet and tosses it on the counter.

"Unregulated food sources are strictly forbidden. I cannot know what that mouse has eaten and if it is clean or not. He knows this, but ate it anyway."

"Oh. I will, um, make sure he doesn't eat any mice or err, spiders or anything else." You say.

That seems to please him. "I have a chart on the fridge with his nutritional needs and portion sizes.  The meat is in the fridge. Let it thaw to room temperature but do not cook it. Not even a little. Understood?"

"Crystal clear," you say.

He huffs. "I will be in my room getting ready. Do acquaint yourself with him. He is in his room, first door on the left."

You do as he has asked, climbing the stairs up to the kid's room. The fact that nagas move on their tails means that he's a bit shorter than human kids his age. With that in mind, the doorknob is way too high up.

You hear the hiss of scales coming up the stairs. The more you think about it, nothing in the house is accommodating to nagas. You're pretty sure if you checked the bathroom you'd find a human toilet.

"Um, Mr. Araza?" You turn to him.

He pauses in the doorway of his bedroom and glances over his shoulder. "Yes?"

"Why are you living in this house? It's a nice place, but it's built for humans," you say. "I understand if your reasons are private, but what about your son? Don't you want things to be easy for him?"

Mr. Araza blinks, double eyelids closing over his eyes for a moment. "Most of the world is built to accommodate your kind alone. I will not have my son fumbling in unfamiliar surroundings. He will learn how to manage."

"Isn't it a little soon?" You ask, but all you get as a response is the thud of his door closing.

You blow out a breath and knock on his son's bedroom door.

"Can I come in?"

"Okay," a small, shy voice replies.

You push open the door and step into a cluttered, but clean room. Colorful drawings are stuck all over the walls and most of them feature two-legged blobs. Humans. You idly wonder what his father thinks of that.

"Hi," you say to the boy. "Sam, right?"

His bed is piled high with stuffed animals and blankets, stacked up around him like a little nest. He nods, curly hair falling into his eyes.

"Are you going to watch me while Papa works?" He says, his lisp far more pronounced than his father's.

"Yes. We can do anything you want," you tell him.

"Can we make pictures?" He says, eyes going round.

"Sure!" You say.

He has an entire setup, a scratched and worn table, and a giant box filled with coloring pencils, crayons, small jars of poster paint, and oil pastels. It's pretty messy, and you make a mental note to sort everything out nicely later.

He takes a piece of paper and gives you one as well, and throws himself enthusiastically into it. His tongue flickers out of his mouth subconsciously, and you try not to jump each time.

"What are you drawing?" You ask him after a while

"A tree!" He says, and points at a darker, tangled shape in the branches. "And that's Papa when he rescued a cat."

"That's nice of him to do," you say.

He nods, smearing green oil pastels to make grass and leaves. "The lady wasn't nice. Papa gave her the cat but she called him a bad word and walked away. She didn't say thank you!"

"Some people are meanies," you say. "But I'm sure the cat was grateful."

You see movement in the corner of your eye. Mr. Araza is standing in the doorframe, putting on a tie. He's wearing a crisp suit with gold cuff links that match his eyes.

"I'm going to send your Papa off, okay? Keep coloring," you say, standing up.

"His mother used to color with him like that," Mr. Araza says as you near him.

"Really. I think we'll get along okay," you murmur as you follow him down the stairs. "Sam is sweet."

"You wouldn't like to see him when he's hungry," Mr. Araza huffs with a flicker of amusement. "I will call at midday."

With that, he leaves. You turn to head back up the stairs. Sam is done with his picture.

"Do you want to do another one?" You ask, and he nods eagerly.

This is going to be a piece of cake.

Part 2

#exophilia #monster x reader #monster x human #naga

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere kny but make them turn into cats

I love love love this idea

It's one of my favorite fanfic setups

And I think maybe I’ll just make this a full-on series 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

You are single, living in a house all by yourself

When suddenly you come across a large black cat with magenta eyes

“Awww, aren’t you a special baby!” 

This cat walks into your life and refuses to leave

No like literally you see him around when you leave your day job at the beginning of the week

In the middle he’s walking you home 

And by the end he’s meowing at you to let him inside when you come home

He’s demanding and kind of entitled but boy does he love the attention you give him

If you guessed this is none other than Muzan Kibitsuji 

After realizing he’s been reduced to nothing but an average cat he has been trying to establish a way of life

He stalked you intensely before he decided to pick you

Blaming cat instincts when he has a strong urge to stay by your side

And for a while he gets just that 

Waiting diligently for you outside your work and what not

You both have a routine where you two would head to your work together, go home together, and cuddle

Of course this changes when you scoop up two peculiar kittens 

A burgundy short-hair and a black shorthair with an ombre orange and pink colored tail

Its Tanjiro and Nezuko! 

As the babies they get special treatment immediately upsetting Muzan 

Recognizing who they are he’s immediately going to try and kill them

But guess who gets the boot if he so much as raises a claw at them

“Bad Magenta, I will not tolerate this kind of behavior! You can come outside your room when you decide to behave.”

And because this demon king still wants his cuddles he’ll exist with those two since he has to

Funnily enough he’s not going to keep trying to kill them but instead work to discredit them 

Someone knocked over vase you just bought

it wasn’t ‘Magenta’ who was playing with the shards no no 

It was those naughty kittens

The same can’t be said for Tanjiro & Nezuko 

At least for the first couple weeks they are very intent on killing the demon cat

Only for him to dodge and cuddle into you to escape their best attempts 

“Aww Magenta? You don’t want to play with the babies? But they are calling for you so cutely, just look at them!” 

Eventually they’ll realize just how weak they are as kittens and that the demon king won’t do anything while you’re in the picture so guess what

It's back to training! 

“Aww Sparks is doing lil’ push-ups, I need to get my phone!” 

And after awhile you once again fall into a rhythm with all three cats beginning to relate to each other more than they will ever admit 

And they all agreed that they strictly will write off any grounds of friendship when they get back to their world 

But until then…

Don’t make too big a deal out of it when you see the siblings curl up beside the older cat

Or when Magenta carries the kittens to the cat tree to groom them

From there both sides demons and demon-slayers appear in their cat forms before distributing them to your neighbors, family, and friends only allowed to visit occasionally

To even the score though I can see you taking in at least one more kitten and one more older cat

Maybe Rui as the kitten, and Giyuu Tomioka as the other adult cat

And while I don’t think they’ll immediately get along they’ll eventually understand it's no use trying to kill anyone

…at least not any of them that have been turned into cats

The other humans in this world are completely free game: 

“How long have you been able to do that?”

It was late in the night and you were long since passed out along with the kittens who could stay asleep. Meanwhile Giyuu Tomioka stared intensely at the male with cat-like appendages as he flexed his hands and arms. When he saw the other adult cat writhing on top of his typical resting place on the fridge, he was silently hoping he was dying. Apparently he was just preparing to make this massive change, that just might destroy the harmony that everyone was used to. The water pillar sat in a tense position as he watched Muzan relearn to use his legs, quietly padding around the room picking up the objects of your home. 

“Just recently.” 

“Why?” 

Based on their timeline Muzan was the first to arrive so this would mean that Tanjiro and Nezuko would be next. Deep blue eyes flickered to your bedroom where you laid with three kittens– a burgundy one, a black one with an ombre tail, and white one with red spots–all curled up together against your side. There was nothing stopping him from doing the worst to you and the kittens. 

“I have been craving to settle a score with someone here…do you remember their landlord?”

The black cat nodded. The old man was nauseating to be around he smelt of hotdog water with a whiff of sewage. Before they had apparently been adopted in your care the old geezer would allow himself into your place obsessively running his hands along your furniture before inviting himself to go through your dirty laundry. Against Giyuu's better judgement he didn’t stop Tanjiro who left quite a few scratches on his leg before being flung away. At the time the hashira didn’t dare act as he feared his own well being but immediately regretted it when he heard the pained mewing of his recruit. And it was none other than the demon king himself who led the charge calling out to him as he stood in front of the kitten. Unfortunately after that the landlord threatened to evict you if the cats weren’t removed you refused and instead were met with the temper tantrum. The consensus in the old man's mind being that he murder them himself; claiming they were vermin and it was his job to remove them anyway.

“I do//”

“We’d be allowed to stay if the Land lord’s..estranged son were to take over couldn’t we.”

Gyuu’s pointed ears perked up, cocking his head at the implication. He didn’t approve, after all he’s dealt with ignorant people that he nonetheless still had to save. He jumped from his place on the coffee-table to stand on guard in front of the door. 

“Don’t do this. If you do this you can’t go back!//” He exclaimed in his monotone mews as the cat-man proceeded to unlock the door. To halt him the former demon slayer cat swiped at his feet, momentarily triumphant as the cat man flinched back away from the door only to bend down lifting the cat into the air. His hold was firm and not careless; forcing the cat into a frozen state as he came to a realization. If a demon must kill to be sated why not let it feed on the ones that were essentially the same. For good measure the man with magenta cat-eyes looked unblinking into the dark-blue eyes of the cat.

“Don’t you want me to protect (Y/n)? To protect the kittens? To protect our peace?”

Hearing nothing from the previously vocal cat Muzan placed him back on the floor before heading out the door, beelining towards the landlord’s residence just beneath your apartment. 

When Muzan made the move to militarize his newfound cat claws effectively spraying his naked form with the warm blood of the flailing man. He looked boredly at the gorish gunk on his hands noting the different level of power he now had; it wasn’t close to his previous power but it was something. As he began to carry out his plan, planting evidence and washing himself he came to a conclusion…

“It's nice fighting for someone. I'll be sure to do it again soon.”

#yandere x reader x yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #yandere #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderes #yandere harem #yandere demon slayer #yandere kny #yandere cats #yandere kny cats #kny cats #kimetsunoyaiba #yandere x darling #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere demon x reader #yandere cat cliche #yandere male #yandere tanjiro kamado #yandere tanjiro #yandere muzan kibitsuji #yandere muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #yandere neko

[bts-0t-7]

So What? | MYG | Chapter 4

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 2.9K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @codeinebelle @bontensbabygirl

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The doctors were able to do all the checks that they needed to do once Yoongi shifted. His fluffy, soft ears and curled-up tail kept twitching as he slept. You sighed, looking down at the stack of reports on your lap. The doctors have given you the whole stack, saying that you should spend some time reading them through and deciding the next course of action - for both you and Yoongi. Lunch break is only an hour and you for sure knew that there was no way possible to be able to finish this whole thing - you lifted the edge of a piece of paper - in that time frame. 

You rubbed your temples. Why did you have to bring it along with you to work? 

You unlocked your phone to see a picture that you took when everything was still hidden. “Hello, hello!” A hand shot into your view, waving to catch your attention. 

“Hi, Lils.” You offered her the best smile you could. 

“Damn, you look down indeed.” She paused. “What happened?”

Lillianne - or Lils, for short - has been working here for almost as long as you have. The both of you didn’t always work every shift together, but you sure knew that a Thursday shift was one that the both of you would work. The both of you were part-time workers, juggling a few jobs at the same time. Lillianne was a year older than you were, but she preferred to study and travel, claiming that she would rather see the world first before settling down for a full-time job. 

Sometimes, you were envious of her. The world was vast and broad but you needed the money, so you had to compromise. The dreams were placed aside in an old box, save for when you wanted some sort of motivation to keep life going. 

You hummed. “Nothing much, I guess. Just some hospitalisation documents.”

“Shit - what happened?”

You sighed. “Ever had a hybrid before?”

Lils’ family was well-off, not rich-rich, but very much capable of spending a ton, saving a ton, and then having some more to add in. 

Lils shook her head. “I mean, my family thought of it. My brother always wanted one but I felt that it was cruel. It’s like keeping a human being like a pet.” She scrunched her nose. “Like slaves.” 

You nodded. 

“You got one now?”

You shrugged. “‘Sorta. I never knew that he was a hybrid.” Lils stayed quiet, waiting allowing you to speak at your own pace. “I found him when he was a cat and then he stayed as a cat. I mean - at the same time, it never ever crossed my mind that he is a hybrid. I somehow just never thought of it.” 

Lils bobbed her head. “I get where you’re coming from.” She stood up straighter at the counter. “Some hybrids at the shelter refuse to shift, instinctively protecting themselves from their past trauma. It’s going to take a while for that guy to open up and trust you. Only then might, I say might - shift.”

“That’s the thing, Lils. He has already shifted and now he’s staying at the hospital.” You waved the stack of papers in front of your friend. “This is his. And I have dug a hole deeper than I can get out of.”

Lils’ eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“This guy - Yoongi, Min Yoongi - is an underground illegally bred hybrid.” She shot up, eyes wide. “That’s not all. It seems that he is all over the wants of the black market. You know like how people want their pets back and they are willing to give a reward? Yeah, the same thing.”

The silence in the shop was pregnant. “Shit.”

The both of you looked at each other. “So what are you going to do?”

You shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. I know that I don’t have the money and time to take care of myself, or worse yet another human being. The cats downstairs the blocks don’t count.” You sighed. “But at the same time, I don’t want to leave him. He has already been through so much and the doctors feel that it will be good for him to stay with me, seeing that the connection is already pretty deep.”

“Wait - hang on. Pretty deep?”

“The doctors are assuming that I managed to make him shift.”

“And did you?”

“I guess so? He was fighting it but I tried to persuade him and he… Did it?”

Lils had her hand over her mouth. “Damn. I think he trusts you.” She nodded her head vigorously. “Yes, yes. He either likes you or trusts you. Both take trust anyway. Good idea from the doctors. It is important for hybrids to be around who they trust in order to recover faster.”

You rubbed your face and sighed for the umpteenth time today. “I should ask our dearest boss for leave.”

“He’ll definitely let you go on a break but definitely won’t let you leave the company.” Lils laughed and you rolled your eyes, digging into your cold lunch. “You’re far too valuable.”

And who was your boss? 

Kim Seok-Jin. 

Of course, he would let you on a break.

Yoongi woke up to the constant beeping of machines and the airconditioner blasting full force at his face - in an empty room. That was the saddening part. He had hoped that you would stay after you managed to coax him to shift. But of course, he understood why you wouldn’t want to stay either. I mean, look at him. Covered in scars and bites, scrawny and sad - a monster, he sees himself in the mirror. 

He sighed, willing the tears to go away. He didn’t know why this felt like losing you and it hurt him to the extent that he has yet to comprehend the feeling - didn’t know if he should dissect it in the first place. 

His head shot up at the sound of curtains being drawn. “Oh! You’re finally awake.” A nurse wearing purple scrubs walked into the room and his instincts woke up. Yoongi hissed and attempted to jump out of bed when he realised that - he was cuffed, again. 

The nurse shot him a sympathetic look. “The doctors thought that it would be best so that you don’t injure yourself and others.” She moved around, checking rectangular boxes and liquids around him. “I’m Ling Hui and I’m the substitute nurse for Pong-Ran right now. She’ll be back soon.” The nurse stood up. “I’ll page Dr. Park to check on you.”

That light-smelling nurse left and the room felt even more empty than it was before. 

Yoongi sighed. He missed you. And he cursed himself for acting up. Only if his body didn’t instinctively act up from being stuck in that form for a long time, he wouldn’t have lost you. Tears welled up in his eyes again as he furiously rubbed them away. 

No, no. He wouldn’t cry right now. 

Yoongi’s head stayed down this time when he heard the sound of curtains drawing. 

“Hello! It’s good to see that you’re awake. I’m Dr. Park and I’ll just briefly go through what your body is going through now.”

Yoongi peeked up to see the doctor shuffling through his papers with a light smile on his lips. He has this angelic look that makes Yoongi rethink whether or not he has actually died and gone up and that he was currently looking at one of God’s angels - or something. 

“Hehe, why hello there. Finally, looking up?” Yoongi’s eyes snapped to the doctor’s. “Yeah, my wife does tell me that I have a too-pretty face. Always saying that I should just be a model and come earn more money for the household.” The doctor rolled his eyes playfully, a smile broadening at the mention of his wife. He seems to really love her. 

“Anyway, your owner, Miss Y/N, has already chosen the following procedures and medication for you. So we will move on with it.” Yoongi tensed up. “Oh, oh, it’s nothing invasive, I promise. She just wants to make you thoroughly checked and for you to have the appropriate diet plan and medication for when we send you back.”

Yoongi has no idea what is happening and what is going to happen. So he kept quiet and let the doctor do the explanations of what test was going to be done, how it was going to be done, and approximately how long it might take. 

Then, Yoongi got wheeled around to do the respective tests, cooperating with the doctors and nurses. He tries his best to talk about what he eats - his likes and dislikes - and where his body feels uncomfortable but finds it hard to express himself. 

It was only after everything was completed, dinner was eaten, and they left him to rest that Yoongi allowed his tears to fall, staining the pillow below him wet as he muffled his cries. 

You trudged home after your shift, legs almost giving up as you climbed into the shower room. You had taken up a call from the hospital in the middle of your shift, heart pounding, worried that Yoongi didn’t want to do the examinations or that something was wrong with him - 

“He is all good.” Your axis stopped. “With a proper dieting plan and a bit of medication for the time being, he should be up and going by the third month or so.”

Dr Park had been so kind as to also email you the test results so that you are kept up-to-date and he patiently answered all your questions - even the ones you felt were stupid. 

“No problem, Miss Y/N. It’s common to feel stressed and unknowing of what to do. That’s why we are here to make this adapting process easier. If there are any questions, feel free to just shoot me a text.”

The call had ended at that. 

And for the rest of the night, you had a stupid smile on your face, knowing that your kitty was alright and that it wouldn’t be long before he made it home. 

“Well, that also means that you will need to get new beds, make the guest room presentable and buy things too.”

Your shoulders had dropped at that fact. Well, your wallet was definitely going to feel infinitely lighter. You groaned. “Ugh, let me bask in the fact that he is fine first. Money is another problem for another day.”

Lils snorted. “Totally,” She flagged down her bus. “Text me when you get home and when you decide to go shopping.”

You sighed and slumped against the wall of the shower room. 

You really needed to get the guest room organised. Well, not that it isn’t already neat, just that it isn’t presentable. Like, you stuffed some clothes in the closet, the sheets have not been changed, the floors were cleaned every month, you know the drill. You stood up, washing the rest of the suds of your body and headed out of the shower room. 

Money and organisation will be left for another day- probably tomorrow, probably a day before he comes back - you don’t care. Right now, you really don’t care. Sleep is all you need. 

Of course, your alarm doesn’t not ring at 8.30 am. You turned it off with a flick of your finger and went back to sleep - if it was not for the shrill ring that echoed through your house. You attempted to ignore it at first, but the thoughts got the best of you. 

What if it’s your parents? What if it’s Lils? Wait, it doesn’t matter if it’s Lils. She just wants to shop. What if it’s the doctor - 

You shot out of bed. Shit, if it is Dr Park - 

You flipped your phone over to read the caller ID.

Bear🧸.

Well, fine. You swiped the answer button and placed the phone on your lap. 

“YO! GET OUT OF BED! WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG TO ANSWER?”

You knew it. She’d be screaming. 

“I just got up, bitch. Stop yelling. It’s 9 in the morning. Too early for you.” You grumbled, hands coming up to scrub the sleepiness off your face. It seems like that night shift yesterday took a bit more out of you than you thought. 

“Come on. I’m driving and we’re going shopping. We got to get your kitty’s stuff.”

You yawned. “Where are you then?”

“Fifteen minutes to your house.” 

You shot out of bed. “What -”

“Don’t come blaming me! I tried to call you three times. Three times on full ring! It’s your fault!”

“You could’ve left the house only when I answered!”

“Then you wouldn’t have gone!”

“Hey, now that’s not completely true -”

“Yeah? Wanna bet?”

“On what?”

“Books. But technically I’m already out so it’s kinda useless.”

“You chickening.” You stated and heard a gasp from the other end of the line. 

“Am not.”

You rolled your eyes. “Bye, I’m going to get ready. Let yourself in when you reach. See ya.”

You hung up, tossing your phone onto the bed and headed to the washroom. Following your routine, you managed to put on some decent clothes just as you heard keys jingling from the living room. 

Your bedroom door opened and you heard a “Hiyah, bought you coffee on the way.” Before it closed shut again. 

You stepped out of the wardrobe and cleaned the countertop of your washroom, set your bed and fluffed your pillows, before turning off the air conditioner and walking to the guest bedroom where you knew your dearest friend would be waiting. 

“It’s really bare.”

“Where’s the coffee?”

“In the car.”

Lils surveyed the room. “It’ll do well with a fresh coat of paint. Maybe a contrasting colour. White and grey and then black photo frames. The shelves and drawers are already white, you can add in a tint of gold paint on the handles.” She nodded, proud of herself. “Guess the bedding can add a bit of green to make the colours pop.”

You had trouble catching up. “Grey for what? Which pane of the wall?”

“The wardrobe and the photo frame wall. The toilet can be green and gold.”

“Gold?!”

“Paint.” She clarified. “Gold paint.”

Oh, you knew that - 

“Okay,” Lils suddenly clapped her hands. “Let’s go! Buy everything then set the dates for the respective delivery. Oh yes, we need to change that -” She pointed to the old bedside table. “For something else.”

You were pretty sure it had dead lizards or something in there. You didn’t want to dissect it. 

The both of you left with ideas buzzing in your brains. 

The paint store was obviously the first, followed by the furniture store, the household store, and groceries - cause’ why not? - and then lastly, back to the coffee. 

Heading home, Lils informed you that she has already told her parents that she’ll be sleeping over at your house for the next few days, to help with the ‘reconstruction of the bedroom’. 

Her words. 

The removal of everything in that room was first. Including the bed frame, the bed, and now very narrow halfway thanks to the shelves being placed there. 

The painting job took a total of sixteen hours to complete painting everything and another good one and a half days for the paint to cure. Then came the cleaning of the room. That itself took a good half of the day. 

You thought that was all? To take a break? Oh no. 

The deliverables came. The both of you were on a labour streak. From building to shifting and arranging the pieces of furniture. Gods, by the time everything was done, you had your house to clean. And once that was done too, it took a total of one week. 

“The smell hasn’t left yet.” You said as you placed the last of the decorations in the room. “I’m afraid that his nose will be sensitive to it.”

You sat beside the cat plushie that you couldn’t resist buying.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. It will leave in the next few days anyways.” 

The both of you looked around the room to finally take in the view of your handiworks. Things changed a bit as the both of you progressed. The colour scheme remains the same but you’ve decided to paint the wardrobe black instead, the washroom green and white instead, and the fluffy rugs on the floors were a last-minute addition. The throw was an impulse buy but so was the cat plush. Not that you regretted it. 

“Ugh, I can’t believe we painted the whole place. You barely come into the room your walls were turning yellow from the damn musk!”

You laughed sheepishly. 

“Alright.” Lils got up. “They’ll be coming in a while. I’m gonna go home and take a damn good sleep while you have fun.”

You nodded. “Sure. Thanks, by the way.”

“No problem. Just hit me up anytime you go shopping again. Hopefully not for a whole makeover next time.”

The both of you laughed as you walked her to her car. “Alright, I’ll see you at work then.”

You waved as she drove away just as you saw the police car pulling up. 

Well, call for better timing.

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[xxsycamore]

Catboy!Mozart headcanons

╰┈➤ 😼 What if Mozart was a catboy? Meowzart, if you will?

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x MC • rating:G • wordcount: 920 • masterlist

a/n: First it was Nyapoleon and now I'm presenting you with... Meowzart. Thank you TheCarmineWanker on AO3 for proposing this idea, hope you enjoy!

When Mozart took his chance at afterlife, accepting the offer of the mysterious gentleman standing at his deathbed, he had no idea he'll be incarnated as a vampire… much less as a catboy vampire. He blames it on his own strange antics during his former life.

Strangely enough, Mozart feels at home in his new body. After all, he's always had that catboy in himself. Back in the day, despite being a member of the elite society of his time, he couldn't help his bursts of quirkiness when bored, and could be seen leaping over tables and chairs… He hopes noone would remember him for that.

The first thing he does upon waking up in the 19th century in the mansion of Comte de Saint-Germain is to… look for a mirror. Not just to observe the curios new attributes of what once was a human body, but to groom himself. It comes so naturally to him that he cannot find peace until he's thoroughly taken care of himself.

The pristine white fur on his cat ears and tail is short, but much like his human hair, it tends to get a little wild unless groomed and kept in order. The first request he extends towards the master of the house is not for enhancements of the piano room, but rather for top-quality hairbrushes and toilette products.

It's such a burden, to be reborn with the intention to devote yet another lifetime to music yet to still face obstacles in the way. Not that he can complain much. Having a near-immortal form that needs less sleep is a delight, if the price he has to pay is distracting himself for a portion of rouge every now and then, then so be it. But god, his catboy genes. They're a gift and a curse.

For one, he finds it harder to fight boredom. Which is funny because that's exactly how this side of himself manifested back in the day, when he reached his relatively low threshold of boredom.

Much like how cats need constant entertainment, Mozart needs something besides music in order for his brain to produce dopamine. He's never been the kind to move around much, and would prefer it if he never has to leave the mansion at all. Especially not via carriage. He claws at the carriage doors when someone tries to put him in one.

But catboy Mozart gets the zoomies every now and then, and he can't do anything about it. It often happens at night. It starts with the strange urge to trash his hand along the row of piano keys, pressing them in a random, chaotic order, creating a godawful cacophony of noises.

It feels good to do that. He has no explanation for it. It'd normally feel like nails on a chalkboard for him, yet bringing disorder after hours and hours of precise work feels so refreshing to him.

Then he exits the piano room to exhaust his pent-up energy elsewhere. He runs in the halls. Jumps over the long dining table and various other pieces of furniture. Thank god everyone else is fast asleep. Or are they?

He's a clean freak, so he cleans after himself. It's just a part of his routine at this point. He feels equal parts of satisfaction wreaking havoc and then bringing order afterwards.

As for the positive aspects of having this new form, Mozart is astonished to find his hearing greatly enhanced. He hears everything. It's all a musician like him can ask for.

You know how Mozart becomes chatty and giggly when he's drunk? It's only worse if we're talking about a drunk catboy Mozart.

He meows at people. Loudly. You can't have a normal conversation with him; to every question, he'll tilt his head with a curious "miau". The others are forced to meow back in some dire attempt to communicate with him to get down from the chandelier.

Upon the arrival of MC in the mansion, Mozart doesn't play around showing his "beast" side to her, being more than sure that she won't be able to put up with him. Her futile efforts at making friends with him are laughable and she needs to know exactly who she's trying to domesticate. He warns her about getting her face clawed at if she enters his room at the wrong time.

Despite the bumpy start, she naturally doesn't give up trying to get closer to him… until her patience and genuine care pass the test of time and acquaintanceship blooms into love.

Mozart becomes more willing to be himself infront of her, and in turn, MC helps him out by keeping him company when he gets the zoomies. She practically plays with him, makes sure he's not breaking any expensive mansion relics, chases after him and gets chased by him…

MC notices how important is for Mozart to be well-groomed, and begins to frequently brush his hair and cat ears for him.

The first time Mozart's tongue swaps across her cheek, it's shocking for both parties. For Mozart because he didn't even realize he's doing it, and for MC because it hits her what a special brand of affection this equals to.

MC gifts him a collar with a little bell on it, a very elegant one. She knows Mozart's love for certain noises, and he truly falls inlove with it - though he makes it clear that he'll only wear it in front of her. He might be a catboy but he's a catboy with dignity.

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[apostaterevolutionary]

So I have a story. Last night, I’m doing my night time stuff, like scooping cat litter and making sure all’s ready for tomorrow before going towards doing actual bedtime stuff. I glance out the balcony door just by chance and. There is a cat. Crouch-loafing in the middle of one of the paths in my apartment’s courtyard area

It’s like -17 C at the time so I am not allowing a poor little kitty to spend the night outside. So I stop what I’m doing immediately and head downstairs with a squeezy goop treat in my pocket

As I get closer it like. Looks to the side, beyond me and I make little cooing noises, hoping it doesn’t bolt. I also like. In the back of my mind I realize it’s kinda odd looking but I don’t know why. Something in the face is unusual but I haven’t registered why yet. It’s also Big, like bigger than my boy and my boy is big, but it’s also in a crouch loaf so it’s kinda hard to tell the true size. This will be relevant later

It looked a lot like this pic

(If you know from the pic, you know, but I sure didn’t lmao)

Then, behind me, there’s a noise of a bunny that I didn’t realize was there (about 10 ft away from the cat and it’s what the cat was looking at as I approached). The bunny bolts. The cat then bolts after it, and this is when I realize it is notably bigger than a normal cat and also does not run like a normal cat, it’s gait is not quite the same. And it has a short stump of a tail

And it’s at that moment I finally put together that it’s a fucking bobcat and much as they are probably still too small to seriously hurt me (bobcat attacks are very rare unless rabies is involved) it was also very idiotic of me to go and try to bring it into my house lmfao

Anyway not sure if I saved the bunny or ensured a meal for the kitty cause they were both just fucking gone so fast but uh. Good luck to both I guess. Looked it up and apparently bobcats do just live in my city and this is a thing that can happen if you, like me, thought they were quite a bit bigger than they are lmao

#it was wild y’all #it let me get surprisingly close but that’s probably cause it didn’t want to give up its potential dinner #and if it lives in the city it’s definitely used to humans on some level at least #anyway bobcats are smaller than I thought lmao do not mistake them for just a big tabby with a fluffy face sksksk #and definitely do not bring them into your house #text #misc #shut up nerd

[welcometowhore-rrorville]

𝓢𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓐𝓷𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓼

Featuring: Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair 

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: mentions of animal death (minor, in Michael’s part), slashers as animals being assholes, just general fun headcanons, no cat or dog because I always see them as cats and dogs and wanted to mix it up

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Freddy Krueger

Some sort of bird

Probably a Conure that lost his feathers in some sort of fire

Is an asshole

And is smart enough to mock you

Will wake you up by biting your nose

Always escapes his enclosure

Can no longer fly but will manage to get up on counters and on top of your fridge anyway

Has overgrown talons and will use them for violence

Do not bring any company over

Very rarely will calm down and nestle against your chest during movie nights

But then bite you and saunter off

Jason Voorhees

Reticulated Python

Has unique scale markings on his face that resemble a hockey mask

Is huge

And usually lurks in the corner of his massive enclosure under a hide

He’ll come out at night and explore the area, and eventually figures out away to escape and roam around at night

The first time he does this you have a heart attack

He’s a massive snake

And who knows where he’s at right now?

You fear for any rodents that might be lurking

But when you find him he’s slowly but surely slithering across the living room floor, tongue flicking in curiosity

He’s a gentle giant around you

Not a fan of house guests and will actively try to escape his enclosure to scare them off

Will tolerate being picked up by you for short stretches of time

Lucky for him picking up a massive snake is no easy task

He likes to make himself comfortable on your couch and slither on top of your head to rest himself there and stare at the tv

He’s never tried to strike at you and only accidently takes your breath away when he’s trying to adjust himself in your grasp

It’s not his fault his a big boy and also consists of 99% muscle

Brahms Heelshire

Mouse

Has a massive enclosure you put together so he has more than enough space to make himself at home

Doesn’t use his hide and instead climbs in between his hide and the cage wall and nestles himself there

Loves nestling into cramped spaces

Will make random piles of bedding and hide food within them

Only comes out when you’re not home for the first few weeks

Eventually comes out when you have a treat for him

It takes a while for him to become used to you enough for you to pick him up

He’s pretty big for a mouse

and really hairy, with lots of curls all over his furry body

Will wrap his tail around your wrist for balance

Likes to nestle against the back of your neck and the collar of your shirt

Will sit there for hours and watch as you do every day tasks

Just let him down for bathroom breaks

Like everyone else, doesn’t like strangers and will bite them or scratch them if able

Michael Myers

Rat

The most massive rodent you’ve ever seen

Will never stay in his enclosure

Ever

You never see him eat or drink or anything 

He just wanders your house and occasionally gnaws on things

Has massive front teeth and claws

Has various scratches and missing fur patches on his body

Never makes a noise

Will kill any rodent or insect crawling around your house

Just leaves the body there for you to find

Will very rarely lay in your bed, at the very edge, only half asleep

Doesn’t like being touched

Or caged

At this point he owns the place and you just pay rent

Will seriously injure house guests

And anybody who comes near the front door

Has bit you a few times

You still have scars

But you can’t figure out how to get rid of him so he stays

Bubba Sawyer 

Tiger Oscar Cichlid 

He is in a tank by himself after he cannibalized all of your other cichlids

He is massive

And even in the largest tank you could find he has some trouble turning around

Will eat anything and everything dropped into the tank

He’s got some missing scales, especially around his mouth and eyes

He’ll chase your finger if you put it against the glass and move it around

Has jumped out of the tank on multiple occasions even with the lid clipped shut

As soon as he sees his food he splashes out of the water and hits the top of the lid with a loud thump

When you scrub the algae off the tank he’s always right next to you, bumping your hand and arm

Weirdly enough, likes pets

Will keep bumping your arm until you run a hand down his side

You know it’s not good for a fish’s slime coat to do that

But it’s the only way to keep him calm long enough to scrub away the algae

You have to put him in your bathtub when it’s time to deep clean the tank

Refused to get in a bucket

You had to carry him--wet and slimy and flopping around in your arms

Any time you have company he always stares at them and occasionally bumps his head against the lid of the tank

People are mostly scared of the giant fish and don’t come over much

Bo Sinclair

Bearded Dragon

He will not quit head-bobbing at his own reflection in the glass

Very territorial

Has a very pretty scale pattern

Will bite you

Not hard

But you can tell he’s annoyed with you

He doesn’t like being in his tank much

Prefers to hang out on the kitchen counter and bask in the sunlight coming in through the window

It’s not like you can explain he needs the lights in his enclosure to get his vitamin D

Will also sit outside on the porch with you

Only eats worms

He will not bother to eat crickets when he knows you have food that doesn’t run around

You usually throw in a few crickets anyway

Also not a fan of salads 

You have to hand feed him each piece of leafy green or else he will not eat it

He’s spoiled

Will throw fits and knock over stuff in his enclosure until you let him have some outside time

Likes lounging on the couch with you

Also likes when you pet his head

Climbs in your shirt and stays there

Vincent Sinclair

Chameleon

Very big and gangly

Turns some really pretty colors when out in the open

Mainly stays up in the branches in his enclosure, blended into the greenery

You don’t see him often

Likes peace and quiet

Doesn’t like being held or touched

He rarely spends time on the ground of his enclosure, save for when he has to climb down to eat food

You leave the door to his enclosure open sometimes and he pokes his head out to look around before going back inside

He doesn’t do much besides mimic the colors in your room

After a while of having him you’ve managed to get him used to being held for short periods of time

Will nestle in your hair or behind your neck

Do not leave him in an open space with no hiding spots or he will freak

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venor (9) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut

○ Word Count: 5,166

○ Warnings: Reference to past parental death. Binge drinking. Minor violence.

○ Notes: Someone on AO3 called Byungchul a "stupid mutt" and I cried laughing. Also, I hope you enjoyed drunk Bunny Koo and Suyun 🥹 They're literal disasters lmfao.

○ Post Date: March 14, 2024

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“Do you think I look stupid?” Jungkook asks, turning around to look at his butt in the full-body mirror hanging on the back of his bedroom door.

Through the mirror, Yoongi and Suyun evaluate Jungkook’s outfit, too. Yoongi sits on his bed with a fluffy gray blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He’s got a frown on his face, which can’t possibly mean anything good — or it’s just his regular face, and there’s nothing wrong; Jungkook hasn’t quite figured out how to read him fully yet.

Suyun sits on Jungkook’s bed. She’s easier to read with a toothy grin that makes Jungkook shy.

“You look so cute, Jungkookie! Literally adorable, not to mention how clever the idea is. I promise no one else is going to have a costume like yours,” Suyun gushes, leaning forward to bring her legs underneath her. She kneels, sitting on her heels, and bounces with excitement.

Yoongi snorts. “That’s for fucking sure.”

It isn’t empty flattery that has Jungkook smiling shyly into the mirror. His costume is adorable and clever, and he came up with it all on his own. On the surface, it may not seem groundbreaking, but the meaning behind it is what Jungkook cares about.

Taehyung had forgotten to tell Jungkook that Jackson’s party isn't just a standard college house party but a Halloween party. Luckily, Halloween is one of Jungkook’s favorite holidays.

Perhaps Jungkook was a bit bold to suggest a couple's costume, but Taehyung agreed to it without hesitation, even after he heard Jungkook’s idea.

Jungkook finishes applying black eyeliner, thick and sharp in the corners, to create a bold cat-eye before stepping back to admire the end product: Jungkook is covered in stripes. The only article of clothing not striped are Jungkook’s white Converse.

Nestled in Jungkook’s hair and out of the way of his bunny ears is a headband with fuzzy tiger ears. The ears match his shirt, which is also striped orange and black. His shirt is long enough to hide his bunny tail, making the tiger tail hanging from where it’s tied to a band around his waist underneath his shirt look more realistic.

Jungkook had wanted to wear striped leggings to match the rest of his outfit, but he could only find striped shorts. The shorts aren’t ideal considering how cold it is outside, but Suyun pointed out that they make his legs look good, and that was all the convincing he needed to wear them.

To complete the look, Suyun painted Jungkook’s nose black and his cheeks with thin lines to represent whiskers. That part is just for fun; obviously, Taehyung doesn’t have whiskers, though Jungkook would still like him even if he did.

Jungkook sways his hips with a grin and watches the tiger tail swing around.

Suyun squeals, “Oh, I can’t wait until Taehyung shows up!”

Speaking of Taehyung, Jungkook retrieves his phone from his dresser to check if Taehyung has texted him recently. Neither of them has shared what their costume looks with the other, agreeing that it would be fun to be surprised when Taehyung comes to pick Jungkook up.

“What are you going as?” Jungkook asks as he settles on the bed beside Suyun. He has to hold the fake tail so he doesn’t sit on it, and he wonders how in the world Taehyung manages to live with such a long tail.

Suyun lets out a long groan that makes Yoongi giggle. It’s fun having the two of them together; Jungkook doesn’t know why he never encouraged them to all hang out together sooner.

“Jackson wanted to be zombies. I told him that’s not very sexy, and he said Halloween is about being scary,” Suyun huffs and Yoongi’s giggles turn into laughter that bobs his shoulders.

“Zombies sound fun, though!” Jungkook encourages.

“Mhm, well, I’m going as a zombie cheerleader, and he’s going to wear his jersey to be a zombie basketball player, so at least I’ll be a cute zombie.”

Jungkook’s costume isn’t sexy, but that wasn’t the goal. He just wanted to dress up in something silly. Adding a barista apron would have been the icing on the cake, but he forgot to ask Taehyung to borrow one.

Directing his attention to Yoongi, Jungkook points the tiger tail at him from across the room, making jabbing motions.

“What about you?”

“There’s no way I’m going,” Yoongi grunts with a shake of his head. “Do I look like the type of person to go to a costume party?”

Suyun answers, “No,” but Jungkook insists, “You could be.”

It’s no use trying to convince Yoongi to go, especially not so late. Although the party won’t start for a few hours, Yoongi would have needed to be convinced at least a week ago and reminded daily, perhaps hourly —and even then, it’s possible he’d still back out at the last second.

Yoongi’s stubborn personality doesn’t stop Suyun from trying to convince him, though her efforts are half-hearted because Jungkook has already explained that it’s a lost cause.

Jungkook ignores their playful bickering; he’s too focused on the footsteps he hears approaching his apartment’s front door. Scurrying out of his bedroom, he’s already flinging the door open when Taehyung raises his fist to knock.

“Hey, Jung—” Taehyung is cut off by Jungkook grabbing his wrist and yanking him inside.

“You always want to talk in the hallway where people can see you, Tae!” Jungkook chastises, “You’re going to get in trouble one day.”

Never one to care about rules, Taehyung ignores Jungkook’s scolding and gives himself a moment to look over his costume.

Jungkook lets himself do the same and is surprised by his giddiness as he takes in Taehyung’s costume. It's different to see it in person despite knowing what Taehyung would be dressed as.

Like Jungkook, Taehyung wears a headband. The bunny ears attached to them are small and stand instead of flopping, but they’re black and fuzzy like Jungkook’s. One sticks straight up while the other is bent at the tip, making Taehyung appear sassy.

Also, like Jungkook, Taehyung’s nose and cheeks are painted, though his nose is pink and his whiskers are white. The rest of his outfit is simple: a fitted black t-shirt that shows off the swell of his chest and biceps, black jeans, and black leather boots.

Tilting his head, Jungkook tries to look behind Taehyung and giggles when he notices that Taehyung has a white ball of fluff meant to be a bunny tail clipped to one of his belt loops directly above his actual tail.

“I realized that hiding a tail half the length of my body is impossible,” Taehyung chuckles when he notices Jungkook looking.

Taehyung’s comment reminds Jungkook that he’s also being evaluated.

It’s nerve-wracking to be examined so closely. Jungkook can practically feel Taehyung’s gaze on him, goosebumps pebbling his skin and following the same path down his body that Taehyung’s eyes take. Jungkook’s whole body grows hot as a slow grin spreads across Taehyung’s face.

“You look so fucking cute.”

Taehyung smirks when Jungkook ducks his head too quickly, making his headband nearly fall off. He cups Jungkook’s chin to lift his face, forcing Jungkook to look at him while he readjusts his headband.

“Thank you,” Jungkook responds shyly. “You look cute, too.”

“I guess I can’t call you bun tonight, huh?” Taehyung’s smirk morphs into a sly grin, making Jungkook’s stomach flip. “What should I call you instead? Kitten?”

“Oh my god, can you guys take your kinky shit somewhere else?” Yoongi hollers from down the hallway, Suyun trailing behind him in a fit of giggles. “It’s bad enough I had to deal with Taehyung’s horny pheromones suffocating me after you scented each other in the middle of the fucking apartment!”

Cheeks pink, Taehyung clears his throat and lets go of Jungkook’s face. Jungkook probably should have told him that Yoongi and Suyun were over, but Taehyung is cute when he’s embarrassed, and maybe there’s a tiny part of Jungkook that’s a little bit evil.

“Should we go?” Jungkook tugs Taehyung’s arm by his wrist again.

Taehyung takes a final look at Jungkook, his eyes lingering on his tiny shorts, before humming in agreement.

Flustered, Jungkook nearly forgets to grab his keys on the way out the door. He can hear Suyun’s laughter all the way to the stairs, but he’s more focused on Taehyung interlocking their fingers when he holds his hand.

The restaurant Taehyung takes them to isn’t one Jungkook is familiar with. Nestled between an apartment complex and a dry cleaner, the restaurant is easy to miss if one isn’t looking for it. It’s small, with only enough room to fit around fifteen customers. The patio in the back of the building provides more room, but it’s too cold to sit outside, so the staff have already put away the outdoor furniture.

Despite the humble exterior, the inside of the restaurant is cute. It feels homey, like Jungkook has just stepped into a friend’s house. What appear to be family photos decorate the bright white walls. Plants that Jungkook realizes are real are scattered around the room despite the tight space. Some are stacked in the corners on racks, others on shelves built into the walls, and each table has a tiny succulent in little clay pots. The restaurant’s aesthetic reminds Jungkook of Taehyung’s bedroom.

All the tables are occupied, which doesn’t surprise Jungkook. It’s a Friday evening, after all. It makes sense that restaurants would be busy.

Jungkook hovers at Taehyung’s elbow as they wait near the front door for an employee to notice them. They’re not difficult to miss, being the only people in the room dressed for Halloween. A few customers stare at them. Jungkook isn’t sure if it’s because of how they’re dressed or because Taehyung still has their fingers intertwined.

“Taehyung-ah!”

Jungkook is startled by a booming voice that impressively carries across the restaurant over the guests’ chatter. He peers over Taehyung’s shoulder to see a tall, broad tiger hybrid approaching them. Based on the apron tied around his waist, Jungkook assumes he must be an employee, but he’s more interested in the tiger hybrid’s familiar boxy smile.

“Appa,” Taehyung grumbles when the tiger hybrid crushes him in a hug. “You’re killing me.”

“I haven’t seen my only son in so long!” Taehyung’s father holds him by his shoulders and looks at him with so much love that Jungkook feels his body ache with it. It isn’t a look Jungkook is familiar with. 

“You saw me yesterday,” Taehyung points out. 

“So long ago!” Taehyung’s father bemoans, his hands migrating to hold the sides of Taehyung’s face. “What the hell are you wearing?”

Rolling his eyes, Taehyung takes a step back to free himself from his father’s embrace.

“Me and Jungkook are going to a Halloween party,” Taehyung explains. He reaches for Jungkook’s hand after letting go of it when his father swept him into a hug.

As if he’s only just noticing Jungkook, Taehyung’s father’s eyebrows rise when he turns to look at him. Perhaps he can tell that Jungkook’s anxiety has spiked through the roof. Or perhaps he’s shocked to see a bunny dressed like a tiger.

“It’s nice to meet you, ahjussi,” Jungkook says with a bow that causes his headband to slip over his face and nearly poke him in the eyes. “If I had known I would be meeting you, I wouldn’t have dressed like this.”

“Aish, Taehyung-ah, why are you embarrassing this poor boy?” Taehyung’s father scolds Taehyung, who doesn’t look remorseful.

“He’s fine,” Taehyung says with a squeeze of Jungkook’s hand. Jungkook doesn’t miss how Taehyung’s father looks at their intertwined fingers.

All around them are friends, couples, and families eating dinner, and not a single table holds a mix of predators and prey. For such a progressive city, Seoul still sometimes disappoints Jungkook.

“Well, let’s get you some food!” Taehyung’s father gestures for them to follow him toward the back of the restaurant to the only empty table. “I’ve got to head back to the kitchen, but I’ll send Hyori out. Your favorites?”

“Yes, appa. Thank you,” Taehyung smiles as his father walks away.

Jungkook reaches for the chair across from Taehyung at the table, but Taehyung’s tail wraps around his wrist and yanks.

“Sit with me.”

Taehyung's arm is draped over the back of the chair next to him. He curls his fingers, beckoning Jungkook to come to him.

Of course, Jungkook does. He scoots his chair as close as possible to Taehyung’s and immediately feels his anxiety lessen when Taehyung lowers his arm to rest around Jungkook’s shoulders. He has to fight the urge to snuggle into Taehyung’s side. He doesn’t want to cause any problems for Taehyung if his father doesn’t like the public display of affection—especially when Jungkook is sure he’s not what Taehyung’s father wishes for him.

A woman Taehyung introduces to Jungkook as his aunt, Hyori, brings them water and grapefruit soju while they wait for their food. She’s friendly, like Taehyung’s father, and even compliments their costumes.

“You look just like your appa,” Jungkook points out once Taehyung’s aunt leaves.

“If you saw my eomma, you’d say differently.”

“Can I? See her?”

Taehyung is quiet for a moment. He unscrews the bottle of soju and gestures for Jungkook to hold up his shot glass. Once he’s finished pouring Jungkook a shot, Jungkook takes the bottle to pour one for him.

It isn’t until they’ve taken their shots that Taehyung responds.

“My little sister looks more like my appa,” Taehyung says as he passes his phone to Jungkook.

A picture of a teenage Taehyung with his parents and little sister is on the screen. They’re standing outside the restaurant, their arms entangled to pull each other into an enormous hug. Taehyung’s little sister is making a face that suggests she may have been growling, and Taehyung’s mother has her head thrown back in laughter.

“You’re all so sweet,” Jungkook says with a smile, “I get what you mean, though.”

“I think it’s hard for my appa to look at me sometimes because of that.” 

They pour another shot for each other but let the drinks sit.

Taehyung looks like he wants to say more, but Jungkook doesn’t push him. He knows Taehyung’s mother had been very sick, and he can’t imagine what it would be like to lose one of his parents, even when his relationship with them isn’t particularly healthy.

“What about your family? Do you get along?” Taehyung turns slightly in his seat to look at Jungkook.

Taehyung is so pretty, and Jungkook feels like he can’t breathe being so close to him, with those freckled beauty marks and plush lips taunting him. Jungkook wants to kiss him so badly. That’s all he thinks about now, Taehyung having successfully ruined him. He wants to know how the soju tastes from Taehyung’s tongue, drown in his scent, and feel Taehyung’s strong hands cradling his body like he’s the most precious thing in the world.

“Kitten,”  Taehyung murmurs with a teasing twinkle in his eyes.

“Oh, sorry!” Jungkook sways slightly when he realizes he has leaned into Taehyung’s personal space. “My parents? I’m not very close to them, honestly. They’re very close to me if that makes sense. We just have different ways of seeing the world.”

Taehyung nods slowly. “They hate predators.”

At that moment, Hyori politely interrupts their conversation to bring them their food: japchae and dwaeji galbijjim, Taehyung’s favorite foods his father makes for him. Jungkook’s mouth waters the moment Hyori sets the plates down.

“Taehyung-ah used to cry when he couldn’t get japchae,” Hyori laughs, ruffling Taehyung’s hair before making her rounds at the tables she’s tending to.

Hyori’s interruption and finishing his second shot give Jungkook time to think through how he wants to answer Taehyung’s comment, which Jungkook knows is a question. It’s complicated, but that’s not the answer Taehyung deserves.

“They’re afraid, and I think fear makes people behave in ways that are different than what’s really in their hearts.”

Jungkook holds his shot glass so Taehyung can pour him another. As a lightweight, Jungkook should be more mindful of how much he drinks tonight, but he likes the loose, giddy feeling alcohol gives him.

Taehyung turns to look at Jungkook, something fierce in his eyes. 

“Are you afraid of me?”

“Of course not,” Jungkook says as gently as he can, even when inside, he’s startled by Taehyung’s question. Has he done something to make Taehyung question him?

“Good,” Taehyung murmurs, his feline eyes staring into Jungkook’s wide ones.

The food is waiting for them, but nothing is more tempting to Jungkook than Taehyung when his tongue wets his bottom lip. He considers the consequences of his actions for only a second before leaning in to press his lips to Taehyung’s.

Maybe it’s the soju or Taehyung, but Jungkook feels the world tilt when Taehyung deepens the kiss instead of pulling away like he expected him to. Goosebumps make Jungkook’s skin prickle as Taehyung holds the back of Jungkook’s head to keep him in place as he sucks on his bottom lip.

Jungkook pulls away first. He has to; if he lets this go on, he'll ruin his pants and embarrass himself in front of Taehyung’s family and a room full of strangers.

“Mmm,” Taehyung hums, slow to open his eyes but quick to make Jungkook’s heart skip when he smiles, “You taste good.”

Over Taehyung’s shoulder and across the room, Hyori meets Jungkook’s eye. Jungkook immediately looks away.

“Is your family going to be mad at you?” Jungkook asks, focusing on Taehyung’s pretty lips and the heavy way he looks at him.

“For what?”

“Me.”

Taehyung runs his fingers through the hair at the nape of Jungkook’s neck and gives him a small smile.

“Nah, they’re not like that,” Taehyung reassures Jungkook, dragging his wrist along his neck to scent him when he pulls his arm away. He grabs the chopsticks and hands Jungkook a pair before continuing, “But even if they did get mad at me, I wouldn’t give a fuck.”

–

The soju from dinner helps Jungkook shake away the anxiety of attending his first real party. He’s more talkative on the drive to Jackson’s house than he had been on the way to the restaurant, much to Taehyung’s amusement.

“Are you sure you’re okay to drive?” Jungkook asks as he gets out of Taehyung’s car, where he’s parked on the side of the street.

“I just drove us here, didn’t I?” Taehyung laughs, his eyes twinkling with an amber glow that cuts through the night. Jackson’s neighborhood is eerily dark; no streetlamp is in sight.

“Do you think people will like our costumes?”

Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s forearm to hold him steady as he finally exits the car and slams the door a little too hard.

“I do,” Taehyung affirms, but Jungkook’s thoughts are already tumbling toward something new.

“I want to scent you, but my nose…” Jungkook touches the tip of his nose with his index finger. Pulling away, he sticks his finger in Taehyung’s face to show him the black smudge of makeup left behind.

The corners of Taehyung’s mouth twitch and Jungkook almost stomps his foot because this is a very serious matter. If he doesn’t scent Taehyung, and if Taehyung doesn’t scent him in return, Jungkook may start crying in the middle of the street.

“You’re so cute, kitten,” Taehyung murmurs, stepping forward to force Jungkook backward until he’s trapped between the car and Taehyung’s body. “Using your nose isn’t the only way to scent someone.”

Lightly squeezing the front of Jungkook’s throat, Taehyung tilts Jungkook’s head back and to the side. It’s almost scary how pliant Jungkook becomes. Rather than protect himself, Jungkook goes where Taehyung wants him to and lets him take control. Once he’s in position, Taehyung slides his hand around to grip the back of Jungkook’s neck and hold him in place.

“You can use your mouth.” Taehyung kisses the base of Jungkook’s throat and hums with satisfaction when Jungkook exhales loudly. “Or you can use your tongue.”

Flattening his tongue, Taehyung licks a slow stripe up Jungkook’s throat, starting at the scent gland at his shoulder and ending at the end of his jaw. It’s hot and wet, making Jungkook’s intoxicated mind wonder where else he’d enjoy having Taehyung’s tongue on him.

“Tae,” Jungkook whimpers and digs his fingers into the soft material of Taehyung’s t-shirt to give him something to hold onto. “Stop, stop, I’m gonna get embarrassed.”

Taehyung lets go of Jungkook’s neck with a dark chuckle.

“Come on, kitten. Everyone’s waiting for you.” 

The air inside Jackson’s house is hot and thick, blanketed with the heady odor of alcohol and sweat. Jungkook takes advantage of Taehyung’s large frame by trailing close behind him as Taehyung maneuvers through the hallway. Every corner of the house is packed with mostly predator hybrids drinking from glass beer bottles and plastic cups.

Unsurprisingly, Jungkook doesn’t recognize anyone, but everyone seems to know Taehyung. His name is shouted from the crowds repeatedly, each time a new hand shoots out of the sea of people to wave at him or pull him into a one-armed hug.

It’s difficult to hear over the music blaring from the speakers in Jackson’s living room and the noise of the other guests.

“I feel like you’re a celebrity,” Jungkook shouts in Taehyung’s ear. He walks on his tiptoes to drape his arms around Taehyung’s shoulders, practically hanging off him.

“Are you my bodyguard?” Taehyung shouts back with a grin over his shoulder.

“Yeah! I can kickbox!”

Jungkook considers demonstrating, but Taehyung finally breaks through the crowd and brings them to a much calmer room. The kitchen hosts only a handful of people, most dropping in to fix themselves a drink before plunging back into the sea of guests past the kitchen door’s threshold.

Even friendlier when drunk, Jungkook says hello to every predator that dips in and out of the kitchen, even the ones that look at him with disdain. He hardly notices; soju and whatever drink Taehyung mixes for him make Jungkook’s eyes glaze over with rose-colored giddiness.

“What did you put in this?” Jungkook holds up his plastic cup and tugs on the hem of Taehyung’s shirt.

Taking a sip of his own drink, Taehyung grins at Jungkook.

“Vodka.”

There are so many people that it’s been roughly half an hour, and they still haven’t found Jackson to say hello. The house isn’t big, but people cramp together in every room and spill out onto the front lawn, nursing beers and mixed drinks in colorful plastic cups. It’s overwhelming, with so many scents and sounds that Jungkook can’t sort out in his head. When he catches wind of a familiar scent, he perks up, head swiveling to figure out where it’s coming from.

“Jungkookie! I knew I heard you somewhere in here!”

Suyun scurries through the kitchen door, dragging Jackson behind her. Their athletic zombie costumes are more creative and well-done than many of the others Jungkook has seen, though he did run into someone in a full camel suit, which was pretty crazy and nothing Jungkook had ever seen.

“You’re so hot,” Jungkook blurts as he grabs Suyun’s wrist to spin her around, admiring how her blue and white cheerleader miniskirt fans out when she twirls.

Taehyung whips around to stare at Jungkook so quickly that he nearly spills his drink. Jungkook doesn’t notice his reaction, but Jackson snickers.

“I know!” Suyun’s face is bright red, and her already large eyes seem even bigger. They’re glossy like Jungkook’s.

Jungkook shouldn’t say it because it feels like something private that he shouldn’t say out loud, but he can’t stop himself when he turns to Taehyung and asks, “Wanna know a secret?”

With narrowed eyes and flattened ears, Taehyung gives Jungkook a suspicious look before nodding his head.

Jungkook grabs Taehyung’s arm and gets on his tiptoes again, leaning all his weight on Taehyung’s body because he’s focused on not dropping his drink. He needs to be close so he can tell Taehyung his secret.

“I’ve always wanted to try wearing skirts,” Jungkook thinks he whispers, but he speaks loudly enough for everyone in the kitchen to hear him.

“Mmm.” Taehyung stares at Jungkook, who smiles sweetly at him.

“Cool, right?”

“Mhmm…”

Before Jungkook can ask Taehyung why he looks like he's in pain, Suyun tries maneuvering between them.

“Oh my god, Taehyung, I was supposed to tell you something, too,” Suyun gasps like she’s just come from running a marathon, “This is Jungkookie’s first party, so you have to treat him nicely.”

Jungkook doesn’t think there’s any other way that Taehyung could treat him but nicely, even if Taehyung likes to pretend to be unfriendly.

“Of course, I—”

“No, listen! Listen to me!” Suyun pinches Taehyung on the forearm with confidence she usually doesn’t have. Jungkook has to laugh when Taehyung yelps and snatches his arm away from her.

“Alright, babe, let’s not do that,” Jackson says as he gently wraps his arms around Suyun’s waist and pulls her against him. Jungkook can’t help but stare at how beautiful his fluffy orange fox tail is.

“Tell him, Jackson,” Suyun pouts.

Jackson gestures to Jungkook, who is watching them in confusion.

“Prey are lightweights. They get fucked up real fast, as you can see.” This time, Jackson refers to Suyun’s level of inebriation. “Feisty little things when they drink.”

Jungkook has never seen Suyun in this state before, and it’s both disturbing and entertaining. He wonders how much he needs to drink before he becomes “feisty,” as Jackson said. Honestly, Jungkook thinks he’s already feisty; he hopes he is. He may be small, and his instincts make him naturally timid, but the person he works hard to be is feisty!

Throwing his head back, Jungkook finishes his drink and tosses the cup on the kitchen counter. However, he quickly picks it up and puts it in the garbage when he realizes he shouldn’t trash Jackson’s house right in front of him.

“I want to dance. Tae,” Jungkook stomps his foot and giggles when Suyun does it, too. “Let's go dance.”

As cooperative as Taehyung usually is, getting him to dance is nearly impossible. It takes more whining, pouting, and stomping to drag him into the living room, where the music playlist is being carefully monitored by Hoseok dressed like Woody from Toy Story.

“There’s a snake in my boot!” Jungkook shouts over the music and beams at Taehyung when Hoseok gives him a thumbs up. “I knew it.”

Shaking his head, Taehyung fights a smile as Jungkook loops his arms around his neck and slowly sways to the music despite how upbeat the song is that’s currently playing. It doesn’t matter; Jungkook wants to slow dance with Taehyung and doesn’t care if the music isn't right.

“Is scenting a private thing?” Jungkook tugs on Taehyung’s shoulders so he’ll lean down enough for Jungkook to comfortably speak in his ear to avoid shouting.

“Do you want to scent me right now?”

“Yes. I want people to know.”

Taehyung pulls back slightly to smirk at Jungkook, his bright eyes roaming Jungkook’s face.

“Know what, kitten?”

“I don’t know if I can say it,” Jungkook admits with a quivering bottom lip.

Jungkook doesn’t know why, but he’s feeling teary-eyed again. Perhaps it’s because Taehyung is so pretty and nice and funny. He’s a talented artist and a kind soul, even though people judge him solely based on what he is and not who he is. He holds Jungkook’s waist with a confident grip that brings Jungkook comfort just as much as it makes his body burn with desire.

“I think you should say it,” Taehyung says, just loud enough for Jungkook to hear him over the music and the noise of the other guests around them dancing and grinding together in the living room.

Ducking his head, Taehyung lightly bumps his nose against Jungkook’s, forcing Jungkook to tilt his head so Taehyung can slot their lips together. Ever since that day in the library, Taehyung has been more freely affectionate. He gifts Jungkook kisses more frequently and doesn’t care if others see them.

Jungkook doesn’t care, either. Other people are irrelevant when Taehyung draws Jungkook against him and kisses him like he wants to eat him. All Jungkook knows is the pressure of Taehyung’s palms grabbing his ass and the taste of vodka punch on Taehyung’s tongue when he slips it inside Jungkook’s mouth.

Unfortunately, reality often has a rude way of interrupting the fantasy worlds Jungkook creates in his mind.

When the lights suddenly turn on, and the music stops, Taehyung frowns and pulls away from Jungkook.

“What the fu—”

“Where is he? Where’s Taehyung?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen when he hears the familiar growl down the hallway. Despite the alcohol swimming in his bloodstream, Jungkook is put together enough to feel panic settle like a rock in the pit of his stomach.

“Taehyung, I want to go home,” Jungkook starts to say as the crowd begins parting for an extremely inebriated Byungchul.

“Byungchul, Byungchul,” Jackson shouts as he rushes behind Byungchul to catch up with him. “You gotta leave, man.”

Letting go of Jungkook, Taehyung steps in front of him as Byungchul approaches them. Jungkook feels ridiculous peering over Taehyung’s shoulder at the furious look on Byungchul’s face. Byungchul has ruined his day too many times; Jungkook isn’t interested in hiding from him again, but Taehyung won’t let him step forward.

“Byungchul,” Taehyung’s greeting is cold, his tone cautionary. “What do you want?”

For a moment, Byungchul does nothing but pant. His face is sweaty and red from alcohol and the fury bubbling under his skin — about what, no one seems to be sure. Perhaps Jackson knows something; he finally jogs over to stand beside Taehyung.

If their goal was to hide Jungkook, they failed.

Byungchul looks at Jungkook from over Taehyung’s shoulder and lets out a dark laugh.

“I’m so sick of both of you,” Byungchul spits. Jungkook doesn’t know if Byungchul refers to Jungkook and Taehyung, or Taehyung and Jackson.

“Byungchul, I already told you that you gotta get out of here,” Jackson attempts to talk sense into Byungchul. “Everyone’s just trying to have a good time, and you’ve had too much to drink. I’ll have Hobi hyung take you home, and in the morning, we can—”

Jungkook thinks he hears Suyun scream when Byungchul’s fist collides with Jackson’s jaw, sending him stumbling backward. It happens too quickly for Jungkook to react. The momentum makes Jackson trip, pushing Jungkook over and falling on top of him.

When he hits the floor, Jungkook gets the wind knocked out of him. He gasps and tries to blink away the spots in his vision. Jackson says something through a pained groan, but Jungkook can’t understand him.

Everything’s happening too quickly.

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[hslvrs]

so i have been trying to shift for 3 years and i never shift yet and i usually sleep with door close but last night since i have a cat and my orange cat and her kitten is suddenly wanted to sleep in my room so i just let the door opened a little and then mind you in my house i just have 5 adult cat and the others is kitten and my orange cat is the only one who wear a collar with a ribbon on side and she is the only one with a short tail so i can knew her easily. So last night i think i suddenly woke up in the middle of the night i think and i felt like there's a cat at the end of my bed so i was like touch the cat and pet the cat from the head to the tail and i touch her neck and there's no collar, i mean she has a ribbon on the collar so obviously it's easy to feel. I touch it so many time to make sure the collar is there but it isn't there and when i touch her tail, it's short i'm telling you and i was like why she has no collar? but then i'm just like let's just go back to sleep and then i go back to sleep and when i woke up this morning she is wearing the collar! what makes me confused is it's feels real yk like i can still remember, it's vivid yk. I don't think it's a dream because i do have a lucid dream a lot and dreams definitely doesn't feel that vivid and real as i mostly will just forget about what i dream.

#shifting #shifting realities #reality shifting #desired reality #current reality #shifting stories #shiftblr #shifters #anti shifters dni #shifting community #reality shift #shift #should have stay awake instead of fall asleep

[animeyanderelover]

Hey, can I request prompt #94 with Sebastian from Black Butler... perhaps with a neko darling if possible? And he's already kidnapped them so darling knows who he actually is? Thank you, I must have been blessed to catch your requests open!

It’s been a while, dear.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, overprotective behavior, obsession, mentions of abduction, darling can transform into a cat, darling has a tail and ears in human form, mentions of injuries

Prompt 94

"Is there a reason why you're examing me with such a wary gaze, my young lord?"

The demon didn't even have to turn around to sense the slight flinch going through Ciel's body when the butler pointed out the short glances the boy had constantly thrown in his direction whilst Sebastian had cleaned up the office. His young lord seemed to be confused about something that, at the same time, made him curious. Apparently he had thought that he had been sneaky whilst trying to observe Sebastian but he seemed to realize now that even he, a rather special human, couldn't outwit a demon.

Ciel cleared his throat, trying to hide his slight embarrassment.

"Well, it's nothing bad or anything...it's just..."

"It's just?" Sebastian repeated after him, still not sparing a single glance as he brushed all the dust off on the top of the shelves.

"You have been looking suspiciously happy these past few days. Genuinely happy. It's worrying me slightly."

Hmm, had he been too obvious?

"You sound like you think I don't deserve to be happy. Is my master really that cruel to not be happy when his hardworking servant is in a good mood?" he replied instead.

"If you'd be a human, I wouldn't worry. You aren't though and I've never seen you genuinely happy either so excuse my suspicion. I'm just interested what could put a creature like you in such a chipper mood. What happened?"

"Nothing that would distract me in my duties, master."

It was subtle but sounded a bit sharper than Sebastian's normal smooth tone, a vocal hint Ciel picked up. Whatever he was on to, his servant didn't want him to know about it. What Sebastian had told him though that it wouldn't interfere with the contract and even if Ciel couldn't deny the hint of curiosity, he decided to let the demon be for now.

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You let out a huff in your little cat body as you tried to climb up a tree outside the little house. Your injuries made themselves known by the painful throbbing in your side and left hind leg.

Damn Grim Reaper. It was all their fault for getting so mad about you just wanting to get to know them better. Cats were from curious nature and whilst you might have gone too far by taking the dead body with you, slashing you hadn't been very civilized. You had just wanted to give them the little push, they had been after all so stiff and mostly anti-social.

"Should have gone for the one during the Jack the Ripper accidents. I've heard that one was a loud and boisterous one. Not such a prick."

Normally your enhanced immune system would have dealt with those injuries for the most part already but you were significantly weaker to wounds inflected by anything not natural. The fact that they had cut so deep into your flesh didn't help. At least there would be no scar.

If you wouldn't have been injured, you probably would have never bumped into this demon. Or at least not in such a humiliating way, half-dead.

A mate had never been something you had constantly searched for. Differently from stupid hounds who were essentially just reeking dogs who were clingy beyond tolerance once they had spotted their mates, cats were independent and free beings. Honestly, you had thought that demons would be the same. From what you knew they made contracts with humans at times and consumed their soul by the end of it. Utterly selfish but very cunning and dangerous.

This one though had looked ready to murder the culprit behind your blood-soaked little cat form, eyes turning magenta and pupils turning into slits that reminded you faintly of a rather risky encounter with a Naga you once had. Sebastian, as he had later on introduced himself to you, had picked you up with more care than you were used to, had taken you at first secretly into some sort of mansion where he had treated the worst injuries.

This house must have been built by him in less than a night, he had crafted it specifically for you. So when you had woken up, you had been in a completely different location. What had shocked you more had been the fact that you hadn't noticed anything though, although you assumed strongly that your body had just been too exhausted and that it had taken and still took much energy from you to heal yourself.

Now you weren't shy to admit that your mate was extremely handsome, you were sure that women left and right were swooning over him. He was also skilled in everything. He could cook, clean and had taken excellent care of you, although you felt often suffocated by his doting overprotective behavior. What creeped you slightly out though was the fact that Sebastian was a passionate cat adorer. You were pretty sure that if it wouldn't have been for your wounds, the demon would have long cuddled the living daylight out of you.

He was planning to keep you. That was your biggest problem as of now. You didn't want to be tied down to a specific person. Hell, you hadn't seen your own family and siblings in decades. You just wanted to explore and get to know other creatures. You had never planned to find in a demon your mate and you sure as heck wouldn't change your plans now. Whilst you sometimes were more cuddly and enjoyed all his doting and petting, you hated how he often ignored your private space and apparently had fun when you were hissing at him and threatening to claw at his smug grin.

Then all of a sudden the hair on your body stood up alarmed when you sensed the demon's presence approaching fast. Why was he already back so early? You had thought that you would have at least an hour more for yourself. You had barely managed to climb up half of the tree in your cat body, a rather depressing achievement and you knew that you would never make it on time back into the house. So you just did the opposite. You let out a silent growl as you basically jumped up the last meters of the tree, digging your claws in for stability.

Damn it all! You would at least climb up this tree! You refused to be coddled over the whole day inside a house filled with the scent of demon. A scent that shouldn't be as nice as you thought it was.

You let out a small hiss when you felt your wounded leg shortly giving away but were quick to find your balance again. A short satisfied rumble went through your body when you reached the highest spot where you could lie down on one of the trees. You picked up the scent of your own blood and knew that you had strained your leg too much.

You weren't the only one picking up the smell of your blood though. You could clearly see the demon now, noticed how he picked up his speed. It happened all within a few seconds, he had climbed the tree you had struggled with so much in merely seconds.

You could have done it faster if you would have been in better shape.

"Didn't I instruct you to stay inside and rest? Now look what you've done. You've reopened the injuries on our leg." he chided with less of this playful tease in his tone. You might or might not have gotten on his more serious side now.

"Let's get you back inside."

When you felt one of his hands sliding under your belly and lifting you up from the tree, you let out a angry hiss, claws tearing themselves in the material of his sleeves and successfully cutting into his flesh. But of course Sebastian didn't even flinch.

You hated it when you were touched without permission!

Within less than a second your body suddenly transformed, limbs growing and your fur disappearing as it was replaced by naked skin. You let out a proud noise when you managed to catch him off-guard and successfully kick him away with your uninjured leg. With nothing to hold you now you fell down although you didn't worry too much about that. In the last moment before you made impact with the ground you shifted your right leg so it would take most of the impact. You couldn't use your left leg too much or otherwise it would take even longer for your injuries to heal.

You sprinted right back into the house, the few hairs on your skin standing up when you felt the dark presence behind you. Oops, you might have made him a bit angry just now.

You wouldn't pick a fight any longer, for now you'd go back into the cottage. Goosebumps started to appear on your skin as the few hairs on your body weren't enough to keep you warm from the fresh temperature of earliest spring. You were completely uncovered now, naked. You hurried to the room with the bed and jumped from the doorframe into it, completely disappearing under the sheets.

It was cold! That was why you only used your human body on warm weather but right now could defend yourself better in this form. You were shaking from the cold a bit, all of your senses were otherwise focused on Sebastian.

From the more tensed air you could tell that he was slightly pissed off but tried to keep it down. You didn't take him as the type who would just lash out like that. You heard the slight steps on the stairs and the door being opened but after that he stopped. Right in front of your bed. You dared to peek your head out of the blanket, twitching cat ears standing up intently on your head, especially when you caught a whiff of his own blood. Had you hurt him when you had kicked him?

He was staring down on the bed with a unreadable expression on his face, angry looking red scratch marks on the one side of his head. Had you scratched him with the claws on your foot? Most likely. There was also his arm and the small scratches you had left on him in your cat form.

Oh, now you felt a bit bad about that. It was just that it always triggered you a bit when you were lifted up in your cat form or touched without permission.

Your facial expression changed from curious to guilty and together with the drop of your feelings came the drop of your cat ears who turned down on your head.

You noticed how his jawline clenched and unclenched, his previously glowing eyes returning to their red. The air lightened up a bit as he was looking at your head peeking up from under the blanket, looking at him. Wait, was he trying to suppress a smile?

"Aren't you angry with me? I hurt you and went against your words." you asked with a slightly coy tone, you weren't used to the feeling of guilt since you were most of the time a loner. Had it something to do with the mate bond?

Sebastian let out a sigh at first, pinching the bridge of his nose whilst shaking his head with the ghost of a smile on his lips.

"I am slightly angry, (y/n). Don't misunderstand. However, you make it hard for me to be angrier with you when you look at me like that." he answered finally, trying to look serious but the hint of amusement and adoration inside those red eyes failed him.

"Does it hurt? you continued to ask, wanting to get out of the blanket but as soon as a slight grace of the colder air hit you, you went right back under the blanket with a surprised hiss.

"I suggest trying to wear some clothes if you plan to stay in your humanized form since those few hairs on your body won't keep you warm. But before that let me take a look at your injuries."

You let out a loud sigh.

"Is that really necessary?"

"Yes."

You grumbled a bit but removed carefully the blanket, hairs standing up even more when your previous source of warmth wasn't anymore. Now that you had no fur to hinder your sight, you were actually able to take a clear look. It certainly didn't look pretty but it had gotten better. If you were human, this wouldn't have healed as good as it did in those few days. Luckily the wound on your flank was fine.

There was a safer feeling now that you were in a larger body though instead of a smaller cat body which was why you didn't tense up as much when you felt his fingers tracing over the large and fairly deep scratch on your flank before moving to your reopened gash. Luckily it wasn't bleeding too stronlgy, a thin trail of blood oozing out.

You watched how he pulled out long white stripes from a box he had pulled out from the small night desk next to the bed, how he wiped away the blood and pressed slightly down to stop any more from flowing out. You couldn't help but jerk slightly when he did so but quickly straightened up. It was just a very mild stinging, nothing that would hurt you.

You observed how he wrapped those "bandages" around your leg again. You hadn't liked it when he had done it whilst you had been in your other form since your fur had been completely clotted due to the dry blood but you obviously didn't have to worry about that to such an extent in this body.

When he moved his hands away you gripped the blanket once again and threw it around your body, hiding your body from his eyes before he could look at it any longer. Not that this was what was bothering you as much right now as the cold. Being naked was natural for you.

"Here , wear this." Sebastian offered you, putting some clothes down next to you. You weren't wearing clothes very often but your family had taught you enough about human society to know which belonged where on your body. Not to mention your occasional trips where you mixed with all the humans around you. They had a fascinating world after all.

The clothes were from thicker material so they helped you from freezing. You stretched your body before burying yourself under the blanket again. You wanted to relax, wanted it to be cozy. You could still peek outside though and so you saw how Sebastian pulled out a second blanket from the closet in the room and put it on top of the other blanket which earned him an appreciated purr from your side. The warmer, the better after all.

You couldn't help but constantly look at his own injuries though, knew that those would heal slower than normally for him.

"What will you do tomorrow when you return to your master and those scratches will still be visible by then?"

"I'll think about something. I'd rather not tell my master about you for now."

You moved up from your lying position, eyes narrowing as you grabbed his head with your hands and tilted it to examine your scratch marks a bit closer.

"Are you sure that they don't hurt?" you repeated, seeing the fresh blood still glistening.

His eyes were staring more intensely at you as you were touching him without a hint of hesitance or shame. You were truly a cat. You did whatever you wanted to do. Such a charming mate he had~

"If I say that it stings maybe a bit, what will you do? Apologize to me and make up for it?" he asked you with the sparkle of playfulness returning to his side, leaning more into your touch.

You were from rather prideful nature so apologizing and admitting personal weakness were things you bristled against. However, you felt the throb of slight guilt rather clearly now that you were taking a closer look at his face. He had never hurt you and had instead given you some of the best food and place to sleep you had had the pleasure to experience since a longer while.

"...Maybe." you pressed out with a ever so strained voice. Gosh, you were rather bad in expressing your apology in words. You would do it just in your own way.

"Then it hurts indeed."

You let out a huff when you heard his words. Of course he would take full advantage of your weak spot but you didn't even doubt him right now. This had to hurt at least a bit most definitely. You had been the one inflicting those nasty scratches after all.

A warm and wet tongue was flicking over his scratches in the next moment, cleaning all the blood from it as you tasted for the first time in your life what demon blood tasted like. It was a bit of a peculiar taste but you didn't dislike it. You felt a bit insecure when you noticed his red eyes drilling into you, turning to slits but you were just apologizing the way your family had always done.

When you were sure that you had cleaned all the blood, you rubbed your own cheek gently against his, letting out an apologizing purr. He actually smelled nice so you found yourself nuzzling against his hair a bit, breathing his aroma in for a bit longer before you pulled away. You felt a weird heat in your cheeks, it had been a while since you had felt this embarrassed. You just weren't good in apologizing to others in your opinion.

"Was this enough to make you feel better?"

A shiver went through your body when you saw how he was looking at you. Had you done something wrong?

"You...", he started to speak, crawling closer to you and leaning his head closer to your neck, "Did you do that on purpose or do you really not know of any other way to apologize to me?"

Another jolt went through your body when you felt hot breath caressing your neck.

"Goddamn it, this is how my family always used to apologize. I know that it's for humans more insensitive but that's how we say sorry to someone." you defended yourself, pushing him slightly away from you. What was he even thinking?

"If that's the case you should apologize to me more often."

"Don't get your illusions up. That's the first and only time I'm apologizing to you."

A sigh left his lips, a delighted one, as one of his hands went up to tickle your ear, something you decided to let slide this once.

"You're just too cute, kitten. I want to keep you with me forever." he said in a slightly more cooing tone, lying down next to you.

"You want to?"

"I want to and I'm going to. I won't let my kitten mate leave me. In time you'll learn to adore and desire me the same way I do."

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere sebastian #yandere sebastian michaelis

[cope-to-anime]

the hashira as cats 

a/n: this was supposed to be for international cat day but even if it’s posted late I still hope you like it! : ‘ >

tomioka giyuu 

black, long-haired cat with blue eyes 

he’s a super quiet cat 

sleeps all day 

when you can’t find him he’s probably just in the bathroom with his paw dipped in the bathtub water 

flinched often when you tried to touch him when you first got him but now is the one reaching towards you to get your attention 

himejima gyoumei 

huge mackerel blind cat 

has the loudest purr 

loves being with you! he doesn’t follow you around every step you take but instead stays at a comfortable distance 

highly independent and can even turn on sinks on his own 

waits at the door for you to get home 

iguro obanai 

tuxedo cat with heterochromia 

jumps really high and sometimes sleeps on top of cupboards 

pretty hostile to visitors 

incredibly amazed with sliding doors 

will take a lot for him to be happy with you petting him but he likes it when you run the back of your finger on that little spot on his head 

uzui tengen 

persian cat with blue eyes but they almost look silver 

definitely a high maintenance cat 

likes wet food way more than dry food 

instagram cat and he likes it when you dress him up, sometimes nuzzles your hand when he really likes the outfit 

he’s the owner of the house, you just live there actually 

rengoku kyojuro 

white, long-haired cat with the puffiest mane ever 

extremely energetic so good luck sleeping at night 

he calls you over to show his empty pet bowl after he finishes his food and he looks so proud of himself 

so warm and fluffy and actually loves belly rubs 

is the one waking you up in the morning because he wants to go for a walk

shinazugawa sanemi 

scarred white cat with green eyes and a twisted tail you found in the streets

feral, has rabies, and almost scratched the hell out of you and the vet when you tried to get him his shots 

doesn’t like to be picked up but would sometimes bonk you with his head 

watches the doors and flicks his tail when someone approaches the house 

isn’t picky with his food and sometimes you can catch him rummaging through your trashcan 

tokito muichiro 

black, long-haired kitten that looks like he’s got white socks on 

sleeps in the weirdest positions and in the weirdest places 

loves toys that have bells attached to them 

sometimes he comes to your room and then just leaves 

stares at the wall or ceiling a lot 

kocho shinobu 

black, short-haired cat with a shiny coat 

she is a little mean but she’s very loving

when she isn’t fed on time she goes :3 and tries to push down a fragile item off the table 

even though she does that she jumps to join you in bed, laying beside you until you both fall asleep 

looks wonderful next to flowers 

kanroji mitsuri 

white, long-haired white cat with the most beautiful green eyes 

the most loving one of the bunch 

greets you when you come home, sits on your lap, naps on you 

wants to eat whatever it is you are eating 

pretty clumsy and knocks over your things often and runs to you to rub against your legs like nothing happened 

#mio #the hashira as cats #tomioka giyuu #tomioka giyu #iguro obanai #uzui tengen #himejima gyoumei #shinazugawa sanemi #tokito muichiro #rengoku kyojuro #kocho shinobu #kanroji mitsuri #kny #kny imagines #kny headcanons #hashira #demon slayer #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer imagines #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba imagines #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons #headcanons #anime #anime imagines #anime headcanons