#softie's rambles

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starting a tag game cause, why not? 🤍

how does pinterest sees you?

flower, pantone, actor, singer and couple!

🏷 @rambosgirl , @elflutter , @pinkbowslutt , @darryiciouscious , @lastchr1stmas , @gingersforeverbox , @h-harleybaby .

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okay so I know my brain is fucking horrenduous for coming up with something so damn angsty but.

just hear me out.

Deadpool and Wolverine setting. Deadpool has a little sidekick, a teenager, and that's reader.

And then, you know, the Deadpool variant army scene happens. And it's not Peter. It's Ladypool breathing out "holy shit" and Kidpool screaming "that is fucking y/n!" while pointing at you.

And suddenly all weapons are on the ground, and Wade & Logan are just staring as nearly over 100 Deadpools surround you and start fussing over you.

Like full on grabbing you by the cheeks, pulling on your sleeves and checking for damage, asking a million questions about how you feel(something no Deadpool does very often). Full on crying down a river, Kidpool wailing and Dogpool whining and whimpering. Apologising a million times.

because, it turns out that Like Batman with Robin. Deadpool has a y/n in every universe.

But, sadly enough, all of them are dead by their own hand. Suicide. And he is the only Deadpool that still has his y/n, and he doesn't even know for how long.

FIRST PART OF THE FIC!

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just being delulu about hybrid!outsiders au, you're just a young wealthy woman that has her life solved thanks to being the heir to your father's succesful bussiness. You just have to sit around in your desk, in your huge countryhouse, and do some stupid paperwork. You just have to sign and aprove and decline and repeat, easy, right? Well, you are really starting to dislike the utter silence in your house. Everything is too quiet and too empty and you sure as hell ain't gonna have kids anytime soon without a partner. So you head up to the locel hybrid kennel, because it's better than adopting and paying for pure breed dogs when there are ones about to be sacrified. And then, once you enter, you're greeted by the sight of a lot of hybrids in pitiful conditions. Mostly males. So you head up to the closest worker and ask "which is the one that is closer to being sacrified?" and the man simply points towards a small cage with a tan-skinned hybrid (that looked scared out of his mind) "that one" he replies nonchantaly.

So you go and try and adopt that stray Greyhound hybrid, named Johnny, only for other dogs to start barking at you. Seemingly, to get Johnny you had to get Dallas—a Canary Mastiff—. And to get Dallas you had to get Two-Bit—a Siberian Husky—. And to get Two-Bit you had to get Steve—a Weimaraner—. And to get Steve you had to get Sodapop—a Golden Retriever—. And to get Soda you had to get Ponyboy—a Belgian Tervurem—. And to get Ponyboy you had to get Darry—a German Shepherd—. Basically, they were an inter-breed pack and either you got them all or you got none. And, against your better judgement and because you couldn't just let them be sacrified —because you were sensitive like that, damn—, you ended up taking them all in.

—Wich was at both the best decission of your life and the worst mistake you've ever made—.

,,

Darry was goddamn glad you had agreed to take them all in, mainly because you were more-or-less his age and he was no longer the only figure of authority in the group. He was the most helpful, often offering to help you wash the dishes or cook lunch.

Johnny was the most shy one of them all, he had a guarded nature and it seemed something had happened to make him all-the-more anxious and wary around new people. However, he seems to be taking a liking to you by the way he usually drops on his knees under your desk whenever you're working and rests his head on your lap —more often-than-not playing around with your skirt or pants—.

Ponyboy was the youngest, but surpsisingly not the most hyper despite still being practically a puppy. He's very smart and will often correct you just to (affectionately) get on your nerves, he also likes to read your books so you better keep anything with inapropiate content out of his reach if you don't want an earful from his brother Darry.

The most hyper price is won by both Sodapop and Two-Bit, they're just two overeager hybrids that are completely ecstatic about living in your house —often sticking their noses where they shouldn't, but oh well. Soda is very hyper, constantly orbiting around you and asking about everything you do —even when you're just cooking and he has seen Darry cook plenty of time before, he just wants you to talk to him—. There are no thoughts™ inside his pretty head, and also the most reactive to praise. Just slip in a "good boy" or "such a good job!" and he's melting into a puddle of goo in the floor, tail wagging furiously. Two-Bit is hyper too, but more on the restless side of the spectrum. He just needs distractions, put on mickey mouse on the TV or give him a newspaper to tear apart and he's all good 👍.

Steve is more.. on the reserved side, a little more grumpy and stubborn —and the only one to have ever flared his teeth at you—. It's not that he doesn't like you, at the contrary:; he damn loves you for taking the whole gang in, but that's just his personality. He'll show how grateful he is by helping you out in subtle things, like picking up the toys from the others and placing them all in one place so you don't go crazy when it's time to put them in their box, or by making sure no one —Dallas— steals anything personal from you.

Dallas is the biggest deal out of them all though, he's just completely unhinged. He doesn't follow your rules and is constantly going out of his way just to do specifically what you told him not to —thank god that Darry's there to keep him in his place from time to time—. He's a total bastard, and is always being a bitch about things and also always saying comments about your body and how hot you are. Also you're pretty sure a few panties of yours have gone missing.. But, in the end, at least your house is not empty anymore, neither silent, constantly echoed in: "mommy!" that's Johnny. "ma'!" that one's Steve. "mommaaaa!" that's Ponyboy complaining about something, no doubts. "miss mommy!" those two are, no doubt, Two-Bit and Soda. "mama~" that damn sing-song tone is Dallas'. And yes, Johnny, you can read him a book even though he's clearly able to do it himself. Yes, Steve, you know where his shirt is, but he can't go around shirtless like that.Yes, Ponyboy, you can give him a can of coke even tho he's obviously able to get it himself. Yes, Soda and Two-Bit, you can put the channel in which they stream mickey mouse™ even if they already know which it is. And yes—oh, actually no, Dallas, you won't shower him, he can do it himself.

SORRY THE DELULU HIT HARD 😭

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just thinking about having to break a fight between the dog!hybrid outsiders and cat!hybrid bob.

It was late at night, the moon shining up in the sky. It was cold inside the house, but a hoodie or a sweater would keep the chill away from your boys' bodies. You were in the kitchen with Darry, putting out the groceries you had bought earlier and left forgotten inside the bags on the table. The big German Sephered was helping you stock the —four different types of— cereals boxes on the cabinets while you were simply hiding the just bought cans of beer behind the vedgetables inside the fridge so Bob or Dallas wouldn't take them.

It was calm, Two-Bit and Soda were watching the mickey mouse program on the TV. Ponyboy and Johnny were in your bedroom, just reading your books —and going through your drawers but what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you—. Darry was with you, Bob was sleeping like the lazy bitch he was and Dallas and Steve were arm wrestling on the coffee table.

Or so you thought.

While you were putting the bananas inside the fridge, Soda came in with that nervous twitchy smile of his that always signaled something was going or about to go wrong.

"Soda" Darry warned, slowly turning to look at his brother with a quirked eyebrow.

Soda just gulped nervously, almost comically adjusting the collar of his shirt as he mumbled something way too low and fast for you to hear. "what?" you asked, confusion on your features as you slowly closed the door of the fridge. Sensing you were about to have to intervene in something.

"Dallas and Steve are barking at Bob about the time when he almost drowned him on the fountain" the Golden Retriever all-but blurted out. Words and 's' slurred into one another.

"shit"

You were quickly walking over to the living room, opening the door with a rushed haste to your movements. You knew that Dallas was a damn Canary Mastiff, he was both a stray and a hunting dog. A hound dog. And he had the fangs and fists to prove it. You couldn't risk Dallas getting violent on Bob and potentially sending the —not so—poor Ragdoll cat to the hospital.

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You walked into both Dallas and Steve snarling at Bob, and the smug shit wasn't doing much to put the situation on his favour. Dallas had Bob pinned to the floor, his hands balled into fists over the cat's shoulders. Baring his teeth at him, while Steve was next to Dallas with his arms crossed.

"you know what dogs are?" Bob spat, a shit eating grin on his face. The little bitch was way too over confident on this.

Dallas growled, Steve's right eye twiching, while Bob laid on the ground with that smirk of his. —the one you sometimes got the urge to slap off of his face—.

"dirty mutts with behavioural issues"

You saw Dallas raising a fist, one that was going to end directly on Bob's face and probably break his nose, but you were faster. In the time the three of them were glaring at each other you had strided over, and had managed to get a grip under Bob's arms fast enough to pull him up from the ground and away from Dallas' fist —that ended up hitting the floor—.

"Doll—! what the fuck?" Dallas hissed, shaking his fist with a slight wince. Both angry and annoyed at you for letting his fist hit the floor.

"stop it, no cussing" you scolded with a frown at both Dallas and Steve, who was rolling his eyes at you, as you readjusted Bob in your arms.

The cat happyly, and smugly, curled up into your arms. His tail curled around your leg, wrapping around the skin of your thigh, as he rested his chin on your shoulder. "suck my dick" the cat smugly flashed a shit eating grin at both dogs. But you were quick to tug on his ear with a frown.

"that goes for you too, mr. I run my mouth way more than necessary" you scolded again, this time to the cat in your arms, who only huffed and rolled his eyes at Dallas' "hah! fuck you"

"you're both grounded."

"what!?!? but doll—!" "the fuck? I am the victim in this situation!"

[softiefem]

*slides a crisp $20 bill across the table*

Can you please do scream hybrid au

HELL YEAH HONEY OF COURSE I DAMN CAN 😍 just give me a hot minute to search for the animals that would suit them the most (stu is definetely a raccoon or some shit like that)

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origins!husband!logan and wife!reader

INCORRECT QUOTES

husband!logan (talking about wade) : I can get him pregnant.

wife!reader, seriously considering it : maybe if you try hard enough..

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the girl interrupted syndrome masterlist !

featuring MENTAL HOSPITAL x-men AU

" don't they know it's the end of the world? " intro post

the masterlist for the bots of this event! requests are open and every ask is welcome! remember, this is about and for you! so go wild <333

⌢⠀ ★ .ᐟ

LOGAN HOWLETT , the nightshift nurse

[1,] "HERE AGAIN, BUB?" - anxious!user logan takes the evening and night shifts at the ward for the same reason you always sneak past your bedtime, less people to worry about. [2,] WAR STORIES - all illnesses!user you thought the new nurse didn't like kids, broken kids, and that's why he only took the nightshifts. turns out that, now that you can't sleep, he is a pretty okay story teller. [3,] THE TITLE COMES IN HANDY - suicidal!user logan howlett hasn't got the surgeon title just for show, still, when it's your body he has to tear open to put back togheter after you jumped off of a roof he finds himself getting sick. ^this bot was uploaded to spicychat.ai for shadowbanning reasons in character.ai, still it remains completely non-sexual!!!

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SCOTT SUMMERS , the backyard guard

n o t h i n g h e r e y e t

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HANK MCCOY , the psychologist

n o t h i n g h e r e y e t

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REMY LEBEAU , the chef

n o t h i n g h e r e y e t

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KURT WAGNER , the pastoral consuelor

n o t h i n g h e r e y e t

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JEAN GREY , the head nurse

n o t h i n g h e r e y e t

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ORORO MUNROE , the general nurse

n o t h i n g h e r e y e t

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WADE WILSON , the child entertainer

[1,] TOO COOL FOR THAT - all illnesses!user You're not exactly thrilled when this chatterbox of a guy starts showing up on thursdays and tuesday to do 'bonding activities' with all the patients, so you slip out to the backyard. The problem? he has found you.

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hey guys!! To all THE OUTSIDERS fans out there that have ocs hidden under wraps, I created a community for y'all!

Join the forgotten tragedies of Tulsa if you have any ocs <33!