#onyx writes

[ghxstlym0urner]

More Raccoon!Reader on her team of natural predators ♡

Bobcat!Soap, Wolf!Gaz, Coyote!Ghost and Blackbear!Price.

Bobcat!Soap, is just so enamoured by the way you are, a frighten, hissy, little thing with all the attiude of mars but even then all he sees is a sweet doting thing that just gets angry because hes being dumb and trying to impress you over comms when he shouldve been watching what was actually happening around him. Amd even when you're chewing him out in the medbay hes all heart eyed and dopey smiles because he got the pretty analyst to come out of her hiding spot by nearly getting blown up. Man is just in love with you and is so obvious about it. Has no shame in the world when it comes to flirting over radios, has all the others groaning in embarrassment when he opens his mouth to speak to you. The others secretly wish they could be as open mouthed and unshameful like him but they all know if anyone could get you to accept them it would be the bobcat. Of course his brash and arrogant attitude comes from a place of fear, fear that you’d allow nature bully you away from him and the others. He’s seen it happen before, watched as predators grew enamoured by the very prey they should hunt and saw how the natural order of the world reacted to it. Soap keeps being loud and obnoxious to combat the worry that clamps a tight grip around his neck at the thought of losing you to nature.

Wolf!Gaz who stays a prominent figure in teasing you although to you it’s almost torturous how he appears out of nowhere when you think you can finally get a breath of fresh air. Coming up behind you as you lean against the railing a low whistle leaving him as he puts his hands cockily on his hips. You’re hissing and squabbling do little to make him stop in fact it only encourages his behaviour and no matter how long you’ve been with the team he remains teasing you. There’s no end to the flirty mockery he sends your way, he takes every little reaction to heart and stores his favourites away for later remembrance. Of course unlike the less knowledgeable (COUGH COUGH soap COUGH COUGH) he’s aware of how far to take things, he can’t have you scurrying away in total fear, it makes the hunt less entertaining there’s little to him that does want to haul you to his bed and keep you there all nice day and night but the chase is the best part to him.

Coyote!Ghost learns the small things about you, how you prefer your coffee to be just a little stale, usually waiting until the pot has sat for a day before drinking it, how leftovers are much more satisfying to you than fresh food, even how you work best at night. Your habits become little memos in his head, carefully stored away so that he can understand you better than you understand yourself, which is why he makes sure the pot has been boiled a few times before he returns to his room for a nights rest so it taste stale enough for you, and he swaps the best before dates on food so you can enjoy it that much more assuming it’s just a tiny bit past its so called expiration date. He makes it just barely known that it’s him doing these things whenever he approaches your door, a singular knock you’ve come to anticipate no matter how much it sets off the alarm bells in your head. It’s weird but unique for him to put himself out openly towards an animal he instinctively hunts as nature intended but if it has you opening the door just a crack to accept whatever he brings as an offering he’s more than happy to do it.

Blackbeard!Price watches it all unfold, observing his team as they become more attached to the analyst he convinced Laswell to send over. It brings a sense of pride knowing he’s domesticated the wildness within his boys enough for them to play nicely with a prey counterpart. He has yet to partake in the game he’s running but watching your every reaction to the Carly advances of his team solidifies the belief that you’re going to warm up to them regardless of predator/prey status.

It’s only a matter of time before you’re stuck in the web with them and no amount of running will free you. Acceptance is the only way to live in a world dominated by predators and prey can’t always evolve to survive.

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Wooooooo Onyx finally posting?? How unbelievable

I had no idea how to continue this, let alone how it was going to turn out, but I’m quite happy with it, some darker elements might follow in the next one (whenever that may be).

Enjoy this I hope

Onyx Out.

[onyxedskies]

characters who understand the idea of bodily autonomy but not when it applies to them are so good because there are so many variations on it. “i’m not a person” is the most common one i’ve seen and it SLAPS don’t get me wrong but like. “i don’t have a body”? fascinating. “i don’t deserve it”? intriguing, if also common. “but [x] isn’t here”, especially when [x] was the closest thing to a caretaker the character had before but was also part of the abuse and did nothing to stop it? riveting. phenomenal. 10/10.

[ghostfacebunny]

ok but,,, imagine task force 141 using their favorite free use rookie soldier as stress relief after a mission

m!reader, NSFW, minors DNI

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Wondering what you could have possibly done for the Captain to be requesting you directly, you took a deep breath before knocking at the door to Price's office.

As you are invited in, your worry only increases. Standing before you is the entirety of task force 141. However, their usually stoic gazes were replaced by something different. Urgency? Frustration? No, that wasn't right. The way they looked you up and down mimicked that of a pack of wolves ready to devour their prey. Hunger. Then it clicked.

This was by no means a tactical call.

Just as the lightbulb goes off in your pretty little head you're being bent over the Captain's desk with your pants and boxers pulled down to your ankles. The smell of sweat, blood and dirt are still fresh on the four eager mens' uniforms, clouding your senses as they gather around you.

“Take the captain's cock like a good boy, yeah?” Gaz instructs holding you still so that Price could thrust into you with ease. You open your mouth to whine but Johnny quickly silences you, making you gag and your eyes water as his cock hits the back of your throat.

“Fuckin' hell, he’s making a mess already” Simon teases holding up his hand so that the boys can see his pre-cum stained glove.

The guys would take turns cumming inside you and tugging on your painfully overstimulated cock until they had fucked every last pent up emotion into you.

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a/n: aaaaa this is my first time posting my writing so I rewrote this like 75 times. I am so sick of looking at this so here it is ndjkndk

[draconyx7]

prologue!!!

genshin x oc. I am the maker of bad decisions and unhealthy relationships. the Descender is above the Harbingers, but beneath Pierro and the Tsaritsa. could be read as an x fem reader if you want but the lore + her personality are too specific to cater to a wide audience sadly

summary: in the icy halls of the Zapolyarny Palace, the death of the Descender's right-hand attendant left her subordinates buzzing with excitement — any who chose to apply could potentially take the spot for themself. Kinich was no exception; though he perhaps had a leg up in the competition.

this one's only 1.1k words but I also prefer to write in short bursts anyway. it's good enough for now

"The problem is," Fedor sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "you are in Her favour."

"I fail to see the issue."

"It's a target on your back."

Kinich offered a slow blink for a response, scraping a whetstone over his greatsword. "Is it that big a deal?"

"Yes. Yes, it is. Not a single person remains under the Descender's command for more than two years unless they choose to." Fedor leans forward, the furrow between his brows deepening. "She has placed great expectation in your hands. Especially now."

"...The tournament," he realized, hand freezing mid-polish to rest on the flat of his blade. "She wants me to win."

"She expects you to win," Fedor corrected. "And so does everyone else. And everyone else wants to win. This is an opportunity only the best of the best get to look in the eye."

"Of course. Her safety is the highest priority of Her subordinates," Kinich agreed, inclining his head. "It's the-"

"Wrong. Her safety is implicit. The goal of just about every single person who's entered this ridiculous competition is Her affection."

That gave Kinich pause, and he could do nothing but stare at his senior officer for a moment. "...Excuse me?"

"She can handle herself," Fedor scoffed, a wry smile finding his face. "That beast of hers ensures it. And she's not too shabby with her knives. It's why there's more to the job than simply being a glorified bodyguard."

"I never paid much attention to the last one," he admitted, gripping the whetstone harder to scrape it over his blade. "Most I saw 'em do was a whole lot of kneeling."

Fedor snorted a laugh, running a hand through his grizzled hair. "Fair enough. The real interesting stuff happens in the background. But nobody really cares about the details; they just want Her attention."

That, Kinich knew all too well. He'd gotten quite a bit of it since the Descender brought him to Snezhnaya, and it had always been a bother to Her attendants. He'd chalked it up to them being wary of Ajaw at first, but he got more glares than he did fear. It didn't matter; the ones who protested were the ones too weak to be of importance. And Her attention was far from unpleasant.

"Why are you bringing this up?" Kinich asked coolly, eyeing Fedor in the reflection of his blade. "You're not a competitor."

"No, I'm not," the older man sighed, almost wistful. "I'd be eaten alive. But I've seen this stuff before. You have Her favour. Everyone will want to take you down first, so they can prove themselves worthy of the limelight in your place. Do not be surprised if you face lethal force despite the rule against it."

All Kinich could do was nod, ignoring the echo of Ajaw's rumbling laugh in the deepest corner of his mind. He swore the Dragonlord was different once; but perhaps leaving Natlan had changed him, just as it had taken Kinich's memories.

The days wore on quietly, though the north wing of the palace hummed with barely restrained excitement. In the absence of her previous guard, the Descender found still more time for the human she'd chosen to bet on.

"I heard a fight broke out," she mused, voice as gentle as the hand resting in Kinich's hair. It had become a common occurrence; she'd let him far too close to be professional. "Is that true?"

He gave a hum in response, arms locking tighter around her waist. He didn't know when they got this close; it had simply happened, as easy as breathing. He wound up in Her arms more often than not these days.

"...I guess, if you want to call it that," he muttered, only half-thinking about his words. "Everyone's running high. Getting excited. It gets out of hand."

"What do you think of it?"

"...I think, were you born a few thousand years earlier, wars would be waged for your hand. As is, your subordinates are getting overly competitive, even though the only goal is to become your guard."

She laughed, a tiny, warm sound, and it was all Kinich could do to keep his eyes open. He couldn't fall asleep; not here, not now. The scandal could very well be the death of him.

"You're sweet, you know that?" She asked, fingers brushing over his cheek. "I'm not that interesting. Humans just go out of their way to seek out things they're allowed to hate. Usually, that thing is each other. When the tournament's over and my new hand is decided, it'll all go back to normal."

He hummed in response, quiet and content, half-open eyes lifting in the general direction of Her face. "You're plenty interesting. And there's no hatred for each other; just a lot of people who want to serve you directly."

"Do you know why?"

"...Well, you're the highest authority we serve," Kinich considered. "Of course the honor of being at your side is a desirable one. It's certainly why I entered."

She laughed again. She did that a lot when it was just the two of them. "Oh, you really are oblivious. There's more to it than that. The fun part of my job is that I get to keep all my favourite toys. The annoying part of my job is, those poor souls take salvation as invitation. Half the people who've entered think winning will automatically make them worthy of my time. I'm a symbol before I am a person, after all."

That was new. From her, that was almost vulnerable. Kinich lifted his head, resting his chin on her stomach to look at her. "I'm not surprised. You do handle the more difficult among our ranks. Most of 'em probably can't help but cling to you. They do need to learn to see you as you are, though."

"And what am I?" She prodded, brushing his bangs out of his face. He earned himself a smile of approval when he leaned into the touch. "When did my role as your saviour change, hm? Have I spoiled you too much?"

Kinich huffed, feigning offense. "You're putting words in my mouth."

"Kinich."

"...No, your grace," he answered quietly, lowering his head. "I am every bit as grateful to you now as I was when you first took me in. I would not say I am 'spoiled' so much as... you are doing your job right."

She gave him that smile again — warm, approving, but distant — and the moment passed. Kinich pressed his face into her body once more, and her fingers in his hair proved enough for Ajaw's unease to fade into irrelevance. There was nothing to fear in the icy halls of the Palace, so long as he did as he should.

[onyxmustdie]

FIC IDEA:

missing scene describing when another neighbor comes over and makes michaelis and wilson breakfast and then michaelis conks out for four hours only to wake up and realise wilson vanished

[onyxhotelprince]

Since many friends have asked me "What I think about Britney's retirement", this is what I am going to say:

If you only loved her music, records, sales and performances of course you will be shattered, but if you also love the human behind the superstar, you'll be glad that she's doing what she wants. You're free to go just as she's free to live her life. And if you read her book, you should know she kinda wanted to retire since the Onyx Hotel Tour, we're talking about 20 years ago. So it's not surprising that she has been semi-retired since 2019, and is not planning to comeback. It's ok if you feel sad, I kinda am too, but my happiness for her is bigger.

I understand both sides, however I cannot understand the idiots being overdramatic like she was dead already or as if she owes them something. She's still here and any piece of her (pun intended) she wants to share with us, I'll be glad to be here. Whatever it is.

And no, I am not unstanning, never ever. Her legacy is enough to keep me as a loyal stan. 🌹🔪👑

[sardonyxie]

Attack on Day Camp: Levi Squad HCs

Levi

His name? Bleach. (Windex or Lysol were runner-ups)

Has seen it all, doesn't know why he still comes back every summer. He just loves the kids too much and the pay is way too good now that it’s been years since he’s been working there.

Has those "u gonna tell the truth right fucking now" and "don't mess with me brat, I know whatchu did" eyes. It works everytime.

Either has the oldest or the youngest kids, no middle ground.

Gets away with the potty mouth because it's "part of his character". The kids love it. He can also persuade them to do pretty much whatever he’s planned just by telling them it looks cool or like something he’d do. 

Gets shipped with Petra by the kids. He actually got married to her as part of a wedding themed day. They kept their ring and are often paired as a couple for other skits, themed events or days.

Eld

Chose the name "Tonic" (Rhum or Tequila weren't G rated enough apparently)

Carries a ukulele around and annoys the shit out of people during bus rides on weekly out-of-site activities.

Knows all the songs and is good at using efficient attention grabbers.

Has funny anecdotes kids love to hear.

Improv expert: put him in a skit on the spot and he'll manage to make it 10x better.

Has no patience for lazy co-workers who don't contribute to the team and make no efforts. He calls them out on the spot even if he gets reprimanded for it.

Gunther

Codename: Astroboi (yup, written like that. He chose the name years ago and the others do not let him get away with a "y" at the end.)

When he got out of his shell, people were mesmerized at his abilities and he was nicknamed "Summer's Revelation" as a result.

Prefers the "middle" kids: he can do things he cannot do with the younger ones and he can still makeup stories, unlike with the older kids.

Alwaaaaays paired with Eld group-wise, they're like the magic combo nobody wants to break-up.

Ace of planification, he's always chosen to plan Fridays' Special Game and can plan every group's itinerary for said event.

While he'd never show it in front of the campers, he has favourite kids and isn't even ashamed of it.

Oruo

Named Mini-me.

Always gets hurt somehow on the job. He doesn't even question the bruises and scratches at this point.

10/10 for the costumes and for the acting skills. The younger kids giggle a lot to his antics, and the older ones like his sarcastic lines.

Organizes on the spot events: he often tours the neighbourhood for playgrounds with his group and finds cool secret spots to chill and play with his kiddos.

Will throw hands for his group, your camper better not mess with one of his.

He's a weird co-worker newbies often come at for being himself, but the vets are quick to put them in their places. The team likes his quirks.

Petra

She's called Rocky and people take a double take when they see her answer to the name. (It’s mainly for her love of ice cream)

Can re-plan an entire schedule of activities that don't make sense (newbies am I right?) and weren't thought of well enough in 5 minutes.

Schedules all sorts of activities for her group including arts and crafts, science, reading periods, and sports. Everyone gets to do something they like!

She's great with all the groups, but she is the resident Kindergarteners' mom™️. She's super observant and quickly notice issues needing to be addressed during weekly meetings and already has suggestions for improvements.

She's a master at The Killing Game* and often is appart of the last people to be killed. Creates alliances with Levi, Mike, Nifa, and the newbies but it's only to backstab them in the end cause she's that bish who wants the vets to win

Was once seen outside job hours on a date with Levi by some of the older kids and they keep on asking her about details on their relationship. Petra gets bashful and blushes like crazy to Levi's amusement.

I was thinking of day camp and how my used-to-be colleagues were coping with the incredible change of staff that occurred this year. At least no one tried to pick Oreo, my day camp name for 8 years, as their own (I would’ve thrown a fit ahah!)

* In a nutshell, The Killing Game is a game in which everyone randomly picks the name of a co-worker and needs to "kill" their victim. Once you kill your victim, you take their target and continue so until you get killed, or you win. A safe word is established beforehand to save your allies and to make the game more complex. It’s stressful and super fun! 

[ghxstlym0urner]

Raccoon!Reader on a team full of their natural predators.

Bobcat!Soap, Wolf!Gaz, Coyote!Ghost and Blackbear!Price.

At first you think its a joke, no chance Laswell would purposely put you on a team with your hybrid sides know predators, Right? Until the second week of being the technical anaylst on base and you realise that it was in fact on purpose.

Your poor heart when you stepped off the helo and onto the tarmac only to be met with a black bear hybrid staring you down. The smile on his face looked a lot more threatening to you than Price thought it did. Plenty of prey hybrids work on base, and with the task force so he couldnt exactly understand why you were so skiddish around them, summing it up to being nerves on a new team.

Bobcat!Soap was the worse, he practically adored you from day one. A new team member for him to talk to, to chill with on down time, you were basically made for him. Of course he tried everything in his power to get you to come out of your 'base of operations' as everyone called it. But you just werent having it, he would eat you (atleast in thats what you assumed each time he came to your door and pounded on it) Personal space was non existance while he was around , meals in the mess had you stuck between him and wolf!gaz, him laying right across you in the lounge, face happily pressed into your stomach while he relaxed. Not bothered to question why you were so tense while he did it.

Wolf!Gaz was more respectable about it, clearly knowledgable in why you were terrified each time one of them snuck up behind you. It did give him the advantage to tease you, occasionally flashing his sharp canines in your direction whenever you were talking to anyone else causing you to hastily end the conversation to abruptly leave. It amused him to no end seeing the way you froze up when he talked to you, throwing out the occasional 'could eat you right up ya know?' Just to mess with your head. The intended way not registering in your head because you take it everytime as him wanting to devour you like a piece of meat.

Coyote!Ghost does his best to stay out of your way. Hes the same as Gaz, knowledgable on why your squirmish around them all so he takes it as his sign to not scare you even more. On the off chance you two do meet in hallways or during mess he just give a curt nod and stays quiet, watching you out of curiousity because your hybrid part is one his would gladly hunt in the wild. And in his sick mind he cant help but wonder what it would be like to chase after you in the wild.

Black bear Price! Who personally requested you but told Laswell to keep it on the downlow. He really just wanted to see would his boys be able to play nice with the cute raccoon hybrid on base or if they would let go of all restraint and hunt her like nature intended. He was proud to say the least than none of them were acting like total animals.

Human!Laswell, who does feel bad for sticking you with them but is surprisingly imoressed with there improvement on the field all because they have you getting them any of the information they couldnt get themselves. And your skilled with aerial drones too.

Lastly, Raccoon!Reader, who stays wary of them all but does slightly enjoy their company for the most part. They are still absolutely terrifying to you but your getting used to them.

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Might extend this into something and add smut for the fun of it...

Onyx out.