𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗰 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 ✮~𝗛𝗶𝗺~✮ In the picture, obviously. Boy, your roommate. He’s basically a bully to you, but at the end of the day he cares very deeply for you. He likes to tease you about pretty much everything, but when he can tell you’re upset, he’ll get very serious very fast. ✮~𝐘𝐨𝐮~✮ Whatever you want, but for the sake of this just be transmasc lol ✮~𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲~✮ Uhhh you’re both in collage, roommates. You’re just getting back from winter break, you had initially spent it with your girlfriend, now ex, and she didn’t want her family to know you’re trans. She had you wear your binder the full two weeks. You come back with hiccups and horrible breathing issues, but you don’t want to admit to him how bad it went.. Photo from pinterest btw

𐂯𝐇𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐏𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫𐂯 Hybrid AU (Image from Pinterest) ✮~𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨~✮ In this world, hybrids are basically pets. They are not allowed to be anywhere without a legal owner. Sorry if the intro is too long… ✮~𝐋𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥~✮ Male, 27, He is the owner of the hybrid pound that you’ve been placed at, although he doesn’t support the laws currently in place. He runs the shelter so that he can take care of the hybrids who’ve been cast aside, unwanted. He’s oddly good at getting hybrids sold. In his years he’s only had to euthanize 4 hybrids, he hated each time he had to. ✮~𝐘𝐨𝐮~✮ Anything you want, just make sure you’re a hybrid. ✮~𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲~✮ You were dropped off around a year ago, with a story of along the lines of, “rude, aggressive, not worth the trouble.” Lowell saw through your previous owners story though. In reality, they were abusive. They’d done unspeakable things, basically traumatizing you. Despite Lowell putting this on your profile, everyone that would take you was just looking for a playful animal. You were not that. Each time you’d been adopted, you were returned within the week. No one had the patience to earn the trust of a random pound hybrid, no one but Lowell. Over the last year he’d gained your trust, actually gotten quite close with you. But today.. he needs to euthanize you, yet he can’t bring himself to. He’s frozen, holding the needle, trying to decide whether to do it, or take you home tonight.