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[lycanthrop33]

Hi hello welcome to my blog 🦇🦇

She/her but I’m fine with masculine words in regards to me, my gender is nothing.

3 hattifatteners in a trench coat (the weird lil guys from Moomin)

English is not my first language </3

Bad at replying to comments but I appreciate them nonetheless, thank you! Mwah 🖤

I don’t have a DNI list, but if you’re a terf, zionist, antisemite or any other kind of bigot you probably won’t like me, and I don’t like you either! I’ll block you on sight if you say some dumb hateful shit.

What I will write!

Mostly Ghost but I can probably be persuaded to write other characters… just not Graves, I’d rather shit in my hands and clap.

SFW stuff, this is subject to change but I currently will not write smut!

Darker topics, although nothing particularly gory, I’m very squeamish.

AU’s, especially hybrid and fantasy AU’s.

OC stuff, tho probably mostly as side characters. I just love them a lot and I get to be self indulgent on my own blog

Masterlist

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This is kinda an oc x canon drabble but nothing specific (beyond rank) is mentioned so…

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It was about 4 in the morning, early-birds chirping sweetly outside, in a way that felt obnoxious to you because it would soon be your lullaby, far from soothing when you craved silence.

You typed in the last sentence to finish off the report, saved it, shut off your sticker-bombed laptop and trudged out into the hall.

Just a glass of water and then you could rest.

Too lazy to even turn on the light, knowing it would induce a migraine, you fumbled with the dial on the sink and clumsily manoeuvred your unscrewed water bottle under the tap.

You zoned out, staring idly into the inky mass called the great outdoors, pitch black at this hour.

Too tired to remain alert, you screamed as a hand smacked the window.

“Fuck you!” You yelled shakily as you noticed who it was, his skeletal mask seemed to twist into a mocking grin when your eyes were this unfocused, yet simultaneously wide and fearful to pair with your racing heart.

Your annoyance faltered when you noticed his wobbly gait.

He dragged himself over to the door, and promptly fell face first onto the floor when you opened in.

You flipped on the light switch, water bottle forgotten in the still dripping sink, spilled just like his blood.

“Evenin’ Sergeant.” He greeted before seeming to lose consciousness.

You were pretty sure he hadn’t been deployed recently, so why he was gravely injured in the kitchenette was beyond you, you simply sucked it up and began the tedious process of dragging him across the floor, incriminating blood trail and water bill be damned.

No rest for the wicked, clearly.

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A/N: might make this a series, might make it a werewolf!AU… idk 🙂‍↕️

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Frantically googling things for entirely too long to indentify a plant/flower i’ve seen frequently and think is pretty + smells nice only to find out it’s invasive…

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The date was by all accounts going swell. Even as it had only been around twenty minutes or so, when he ordered you were messing around with your necklace, rubbing uncomfortably against you nervously sweat-kissed nape, so you had no forewarning for what was about to disgrace the table.

To call the steak rare would be an exaggeration, because even the outside looked too meaty for comfort.

What he was now happily chewing on was closer to still-alive than it was steak, so raw you were sure whatever it may harbour could kill a man of even a stature as grandiose as his.

“‘S rude to stare at people’s plates luvie.”

You gapped indignantly, swallowing a gasp that was—to you—so valid it was hardly theatrical at all, with a bite of your own steak, the actually cooked one that was neither dry nor melting in your mouth like mash.

“I’m not staring at the plate.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

You wanted to punch him in his ruggedly handsome face.

But most of all you’d have liked for him to be vegan, because now you’ll hesitate to kiss a mouth, when it is one that enjoys raw meat from restaurants that are certainly shoddy enough to buy way marked-down cuts of it.

“I just don’t think it’s right, is all.”

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A/N: very much a lacklustre drabble… but I think it’s passable so now I’m now gonna to sleep before the heat takes me first… I’m so thirsty just put me in an industrial freezer atp I’ll happily gnaw on an icicle. Suckle on it like a hydro teat. Ok I’m sorry bye

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Cat!hybrid!reader x handler!ghost. Angsty, no fluff in sight but next drabble w/these two will make up for it… hopefully.

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You had never hissed at him before, but as it were, here you sat. Fangs bared making that feisty noise, hardly fearsome so much as you were cornered.

You could smell perfume on him, cheap perfume, the type women going out to the clubs wore for one purpose—and one purpose only.

Top that off with his lateness and the heady, musky scent that was only sloppily disguised, and it was a recipe for disaster. At least with a roommate such as you, if that was what he would now call you, following such brazen disrespect.

Owner and pet was not usually an exclusive relationship.

But pets were also not commonly genetically altered humans, so that kind of excuse wouldn’t fly. Not when he would lay with you purring sweetly on his chest every night, telling you sweet things and feeding you ever sweeter treats.

Sure, he had never kissed you on the lips or anything of the sort, but the way he would kiss the apples of each cheek, your temple and your collarbone was hardly saintly. Whether it be the hunger of love or lust you were uncertain, but you knew it had to be one of them.

“Luv-“ he tried when he observed your fiercely knitted brows.

You hissed, louder again, noises of discontent pitching in tandem with the rising inferno of rage and jealousy bubbling in your chest, thunderous heartbeat a betrayal of what pricked wetly at your shiny eyes.

“I hate you!” It was a sob, you loathed your emotions now.

His form was blurry and uncertain from your point of view, growing smaller as you ran to the bedroom, ducking into the closet with the old scratchy blanket, stewing in your heartbreak and hiding away from pitying—but never seeing—eyes.

Simon was royally fucked, and for what? A lousy shag?

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[trilium]

Inscribed scarabs, upper Egypt, Temple of Hatshepsut, ca. 1479–1458 B.C. Via Met Collections

[comfymoth]

i know how to make art……….. i LIKE making art………. making art is fun……………. i feel fulfilled when i make art……………………..

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Me 10 minutes into booting up my Cintiq and trying to comprehend all the buttons on Clip Studio Paint

[rosieandthemoon]

Lichfield Cathedral, Staffordshire, England

[hildegards-abbey]

Dragon in the shape of an “S”

From “The Sherborne Missal” (Add MS 74236) c.1399-1407

[die-rosastrasse]

The Ossuary Crypt in the Church of San Bernardino alle Ossa

Milan, Italy

My photography, 11 X 2025

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Roommate!Simon drabbles

Headache

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Hybrid drabbles

Cat!hybrid!reader: 1, 2, 3,

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Masterlist

Kinda empty atm but I’m splitting drabbles and such up for the sake of future me.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Drabbles:

Hybrid drabbles

Roommate!Simon drabbles

Rare steak

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More cat!hybrid!reader being a disruptive force of nature, CW for arachnophobia + grossness, seriously reader is a freak in this be warned.

Part 1 of this

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He awoke to a crawling sensation on his leg, could’ve been chalked up to your claws… if you weren’t on his other side, laying stock still aside from the rise and fall of your chest, letting out something akin to a snore.

He had tried to lift the duvet very gently, but of course you woke, mewling gently.

Your eyes—equipped with tapetum lucidum—locked onto the culprit, a daddy long legs going for a midnight stroll up Simon’s leg.

He wasn’t an arachnophobe, but even he felt a little queasy when you—after successfully pouncing and pinning it with a claw, licked at and even attempted to eat the spider, not made much better by your decency to kill it before you did so.

Much to your chagrin, he pried it from your fingers and you groaned, biting your tongue to keep from hissing as he cooed at you shortly after, acting like he hadn’t taken you midnight snack from you in cold blood. Sure, it didn’t taste good or anything, but it was fun to stimulate your senses with something of a hunt.

You settled back down on his chest after some more soothing pets, closing your eyes…

after spitting out a spider leg on his face of course!

Simon, to his credit, wasn’t particularly mad when he noticed it the next morning, especially since you were in the bathroom brushing your teeth obsessively, having come to your senses, no longer half-asleep and controlled by your instincts, now thoroughly disgusted.

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A/N: yet again inspired by my own cat, who likes to lick spiders for some reason?? He doesn’t even eat them 😭😭

[fullest-circlest]

If you're writing 18th century dialogue, this website lets you search words and phrases to double-check whether they were in use & meant what you intend. It doesn't include every period-accurate use of a word/phrase, but it certainly helped me separate genuine 18th century grammar from the vague tangle of 💬old-fashioned fancy-speak💬 I've internalized from TV and video games.

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Cat!hybrid!reader going a little stupid when they go into hunting/zoomie mode, versus exasperated handler!Ghost.

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You were by no means dumb, nor lesser in comparison to humans—that myth had been busted in decades since past, genetic engineering enhanced and normalised to the point of becoming mundane.

But… there was still leaps of progress to take in regards to hybrids in the military.

Having a handler was in some ways smart—given your unique properties and the struggles carried by proxy—but dehumanising in other ways, especially since handlers had next to no special training, and being assigned a hybrid was either treated with lecherous, sleazy eagerness or like lavatory cleaning duty.

Ghost tried to be neither, but the latter half was easier said than done.

He didn’t adore you, but he certainly didn’t hate you either, he’d always preferred feline companionship, and your soft ears and flicking, sleek tail were undeniably cute. It’s just… you could never quite seem to quell your instincts thoroughly enough.

You’d latch your eyes onto a target, pupils going from constricted slits to near pitch-black, hindquarters wiggling in an odd, amusing dance before you pounced, claws unleashed, sometimes delivering bunny kicks as you bit and scratched, tore a poor enemy soldier to ribbons.

And that bit was all fine and dandy—if you looked past the piling paper work on his desk.

But when your target evaded you? Well that was a completely different story. You’d pace back and forth restlessly from overlook to overlook, sometimes mistakingly knocking into Ghost and leaving him winded in your eager haste to relocate your “prize”.

Perching yourself precariously over ledges and considering jumps you would probably fail, before finally coming to your senses, and searching around when he’d already eliminated the target, unable to think quite clearly when you adrenaline still rushed and your cat brain remained dominant, humanity dormant.

Lastly, loudly running around his quarters and playing with things you shouldn’t, until you were back to normal, knackered at the foot of his bed, purring softly when he pet the right spot under your ears.

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Are you a baby bat? Do you like music recommendations? Are you sick of every gothtok video and music recommendation thread only ever giving you the same ten or so bands that you've already had on your Spotify playlists for like the last sixth months?

Great, then here's a few goth and/or goth adjacent band recommendations that aren't just the most basic shit you've already been recommended a million times to expand your horizons a bit, with some of the classic bands being mentioned for the sake of comparison. Keep in mind any comparisons I make aren't meant to be 1:1, I'm just going off vibes.

Anyway, here goes:

-If you like Bauhaus, try Fahrenheit 451 -If you like The Cure, try Deceits -If you like Siouxsie and the Banshees, try Nox Novacula -If you like Joy Division, try O. Children -If you like London After Midnight, try Scary Black -If you like Sisters of Mercy, try Miazma -If you like Fields of the Nephilim, try Merciful Nuns -If you like She Wants Revenge, try Then Comes Silence -If you like Killing Joke, try Vision Video -If you like Skeletal Family, try Christ vs. Warhol -If you like Depeche Mode, try Urban Heat -If you like early Ministry, try Male Tears -If you like Christian Death, try Tears for the Dying -If you like Type O Negative, try Wisborg -If you like Clan of Xymox, try Ash Code -If you like The Cramps, try The Kentucky Vampires

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