#How Do You Stop A Female Cat From Spraying

[imthebadguyyy]

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

pairing : charles leclerc x reader

fandom : f1

synopsis : you're the only female driver on the f1 grid, and have a secret relationship with ferrari's golden boy.

warnings : smut, sexual innunedo, comments made about body weight.

a/n : multi part series!! basically will be a slow build up to how their relationship gets exposed lol I hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

the soft rustle of the white linen under your skin lulled you into sleep, eyes heavy with exhaustion and hours of activity, the drawn curtains protecting your eyes from the harsh rays of sunlight that just moments ago had you whining to Charles to draw them.

Speaking of, Charles was bustling around, oddly energetic, considering the strenuous activities the both of you had engaged in hours ago.

groaning softly, you stretched like a cat, sighing in contentment as your muscles awoke. charles approached you mid stretch, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your nose, your cheeks, your chin, and finally your lips.

the onslaught of affection made you giggle, and you tugged him down for a morning cuddle. charles laughed, giving in to you, wrapping his arms around you. the spanish sun streamed in, coating the both of you in a warm glow that had you snuggling closer to him, inhaling the deep scent of the sauvage perfume he had sprayed to the red and black ferrari team shirt he had changed into.

he sighed in contentment too, fingers gently stroking your hair, working through the tangles and knots, probably a result of his own hands laced through your hair, guiding you down when you had gone down on him.

"you slept well?" he enquired, fingers gently stroking your hair. "mmhmm" you mumbled, your own fingers dancing across his clad chest, slowly tracing up to his arms and drawing little flowers and shapes.

charles shivered at the feeling, heart fluttering in his chest as he took in the sight of you in his arms.

the ringing of your alarm broke the sweet silence and tranquility of the room, and you sighed, moving out of the warm embrace to turn off the alarm and drag your body out of bed.

"gotta get ready" you mumbled, still rubbing sleep from your eyes, yawning as you made your way to the bathroom.

"i hope I didn't tire you out before media day, cherie" charles teased, combing his hair in front of the mirror.

"oh shush" you mumbled through a mouth full of mint toothpaste.

"no but really cherie, i hope you slept well?" he asked, genuine concern laced in his voice.

you felt your heart melt, still getting used to how sweet and endearing your boyfriend was. "I promise im okay charles, besides, there is no way i would say no to a night like last night" you said, throwing him a smirk.

he laughed, taking out your McLaren t shirt and keeping it on the bed for you.

oh yeah, you happened to be the second driver for McLaren, and the only female driver on the grid.

being on opposing teams did little to stop you and charles from getting together, albeit in secret because you wanted to be discreet, and keep your relationship to yourself.

you looked at yourself at the mirror, rolling your eyes at the dark hickeys littered across your neck and collarbone, biting back a smile as you recalled the night before, charles hot lips pressing to your delicate skin, sucking harshly to create dark marks on your skin.

"charles marc herve perceval leclerc! look what you've done to me! i look like a fucking giraffe!" you whined and charles burst into giggles.

"desole, mon amour, i just lost control, you looked absolutely gorgeous, you still do" he said and you mentally awed at how sincere he was.

"thats alright, fenty beauty is the best match and wham! all gone" you said, concealing the marks to the best of your ability.

you walked back out, pulling on your jeans and your team t shirt, spraying yourself liberally in perfume. it was something you'd decide to start doing ever since becoming an f1 driver and having immensely long days.

just as you pulled on your sneakers, charles pulled you into his chest, earning a squeal of laughter from you.

"charles! what are you doing?" you laughed, letting your arms wrap around his torso, leaning your head back on his shoulder as he pressed the gentlest kiss to your neck.

"im just enjoying my girlfriend for as long as I can before I must hide my love for her from the world" he said dramatically, littering your neck with even more kisses, but each time he pressed more force to your neck, tongue darting out to lick each kiss, before gently letting his teeth sink into your neck.

you felt your heartbeat rise, and a second heartbeat arise between your legs, a warmth spreading through your body as a soft moan left your lips.

"charlie, not now.. we'll get late and my press officers will kill me if I'm late again" you whimpered, making absolutely no effort to pull away from him.

"just give me ten minutes amour, thats all i need" he whispered and you found yourself giving in, knowing that he was more than capable of making you cum in the limited time.

you let your head fall back as he sunk down to his knees, spinning you around and hoisting you up onto the table in your room.

his hands made their way to your jeans, unbuttoning them in a haste, letting them pool around your ankles.

your hands found home in his hair, tugging it harshly, not caring about the fact that he would not have time to fix it before you both had to rush.

charles looked up at you, green eyes flashing at you, before he gave you a little wink.

"such a cassanova" you moaned out, sarcastic even as charles tongue licked up your thighs, hand reaching for your underwear.

"behave cerise" he warned and you shut up, head leaning back in pleasure when his tongue finally made contact with your pussy.

you were definitely going to be late.

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charles jogged into the paddock, hair mussed up and eyes slightly dazed as he made his way to the ferrari garage. he had decided that you would go first, since he was less likely to get in trouble for being late.

he brushed his hands through his hair, although the poor attempt did little to tame the wild mess of hair.

"finally, where were you?" carlos asked, the spaniard throwing his teammate a charming smile.

"my alarm didn't go off and I slept in" charles said, the little white lie rolling off his tongue in all its practised perfection.

"mm sure" carlos replied. he had long suspected that charles had a secret girlfriend, but being the gentleman that he was, had decided better than to prod. if charles wanted him to know, he would tell him.

"who are we paired with for media?" he asked, putting on a cap to hopefully calm down his wild hair.

"alex, lewis, pierre, checo, valterri, y/n and you are together, im with max, fernando, lando, yuki, george and zhou" he said, pulling on a cap of his own.

charles hid a smile, happy at the prospect of getting to spend time with you.

"so you had sex" carlos said matter of factly as the two of them made their way to the press rooms, both waving at tifosi as they went. the cheers for carlos were extra loud since it was his home race.

"um i didn't say that" charles chuckled, waving as he saw a little girl with a teddy wearing a ferrari shirt.

"you don't have to mate, i can see a scratch on the back of your neck and your hair is a mess, you also look a little drunk but not from alcohol" carlos stated non-chalantly, making his way up the stairs.

"alright fine but I'm not saying who" charles said. he trusted carlos but he couldn't risk the paddock finding it because he knew it would be you facing the repercussions and not him. he had heard lots of stories from you on how you had to endure all sorts of stories and questions on how you had managed to sleep your way to f1, and how you had special connections with people, and he did not want the headlines to be accusing you of getting a seat by sleeping with him, when in reality you had met each other after you joined formula 1 in williams.

"thats okay you don't have to. but you look like you had a wild night" the spaniard laughed as charles blushed, his cheeks staining a soft cherry rouge.

"yes I did now please don't talk about my sex life in front of so many cameras" he begged, as they split up to go their different rooms.

making his way, he found you seated next to lewis, an empty spot right beside you, at the very end of the couch.

lewis smiled at charles, beckoning him to come and join the both of you.

when lewis turned to valterri who was on his left, charles threw you a subtle wink, which had you holding back an eye roll and biting your cheek to keep yourself from giggling.

alex turned to chat with the three of you for a while and valterri joined in too. you were interrupted by your press officers telling you they'd be staring the questions soon and you all settled in, and you prayed you'd get decent questions this time.

"so welcome everyone to the circuit de barcelona catalunya, for the spanish grand prix. we are joined by lewis hamilton, sergio perez, alex albon, pierre gasly, valterri bottas, charles leclerc and y/n l/n" and the questions started, with the first one going to lewis.

you found yourself zoning out a little, while the others answered questions about race conditions and alex's experience with a fan who tried to steal his M and M's.

you found yourself laughing at the story, unable to suppress giggles at alex's animated story telling.

"right, well the next question is for y/n" said another reporter, a young man with blonde hair in a sharp suit offered you a smile and you smiled back.

"y/n, there's been some talk about your weight and how it might affect your performance on the track, since you seemed to have put on a little after the winter break and testing. can you comment on that?" he said, completely calmly.

you were stunned.

you weren't quite sure if you had heard it correctly. around you, you could hear the reporters murmuring, and see the obvious anger and discomfort on everyone's faces around you. lewis gave you a look that said "should I speak up for you?" but you shook your head a little.

before you could answer, an angry voice filled the room.

"how dare you ask her a question like that? enough with these ridiculous questions about her weight! we're here to race, and her skills behind the wheel are what matter. if anyone doubts her abilities, they're in for a surprise on the track. it's time to move past these stereotypes and give credit where it's due – y/n is a fierce competitor and belongs here just as much as any of us. she has already done podiums and could do a win soon too with how quick she has been. all you do is ask stupid questions to a woman who has paved the way for others and I find it ridiculous, c'est très irrespectueux." charles spoke up, his usually calm demeanor ruffled.

you felt tears rise to your eyes, not expecting him to speak up, and you swore you'd never been more in love with charles.

distinctly, you heard lewis chime in, a deep frown in his forehead as he reprimanded the reporter for asking such a question.

"seriously? we're in a room full of talented racers, and you choose to ask a question like that? y/n is here because of her skill, determination, and hard work, not her weight. it's about time we focus on the racing, where she's more than capable of holding her own. let's leave these outdated notions behind and give credit where it's deserved." lewis said calmly, not showing how angry he was.

valterri and pierre spoke up as well, but you found your eyes drawn to charles, watching how his eyes, usually sparkly and bright held anger in them, a fire burning behind them. his fists were balled up, nostrils flaring as he tried to calm down.

charles knew that sylvia would be mad at him and his press officers would have to do some damage control but he hated how the reporters diminished the talent of the love of his life.

the both of you looked at each other, love and gratitude in yours and love and apologies in his.

as soon as it was over, you walked off, not wanting to talk to anyone else.

you decided to make your way over to your drivers room and almost successfully made it there, when you felt charles grab you as you walked past the ferrari hospitality.

he dragged you to his own room, eyes still filled with rage and hurt.

the moment it was the two of you inside the room, charles turned to you, one hand gently stroking your cheek while the other rested on your wait, and then he started talking, "mon coeur, i just want to apologise to you for having to deal with these insensitive questions. it's frustrating to see you continually face these when we should all be celebrating your talent and achievements. you're an incredible driver and an even better person, and i love you so much. im so proud to stand beside you and be by your side and-"

you cut him off with a kiss, pulling him down by the neck to meet your lips. he pulled you impossibly closer to him, hands grippin you so tight you knew it would leave a soft mark.

his tongue pushed against yours urgently, but you broke apart, panting heavily, to kiss his cheek and whisper a soft "thank you"

charles guided the both of you to the door to make sure it was locked, before lifting you up to rest you against the wall.

before you knew it his lips were on yours again, pressing against them, hot and needy, and you kissed him back with an urgency, a need to thank him for sticking up for you.

"do you think I'm... im too big?" you murmured against his lips.

your words had him stopping, forehead resting against yours as he sighed.

"mon amour, ma chérie, ma douce fille, tu es parfaite telle que tu es. j'adore tout en toi et personnellement, je trouve ton corps parfait. je veux que tu saches que tu es absolument incroyable et parfaite à tous égards, et je t'aimerai toujours." my love, my darling, my sweet girl, you are perfect as you are. I adore everything about you and personally I find your body to be perfect. I want you to know you are absolutely amazing and perfect in every way and I will always love you.

your eyes filled with tears as his fingers gently caressed your tummy, before he started peppering kisses all over you.

"i love you charles" you whispered, voice breaking a little and he noticed, pressing a kiss to your nose.

"i love you too my love" he whispered back.

"let me show you how perfect you are ma jolie, ma tournesol" he whispered, carrying you back to his bed to lay you down with such gentility, as if you were going to smash into a thousand pieces if he was rough with you.

"please let me show you how perfect you are, comment puis-je te résister quand je te vois, à quel point tu es magnifique et comment tu es une déesse absolue sur terre. laisse-moi t'aimer et te montrer ma gratitude pour toi, mon amour." how I cannot resist you when I see you, how gorgeous you are and how you are an absolute goddess on earth. let me love you, and show you my appreciation for you my love he whispered and you gasped softly.

how you loved it when he sweet talked you in french.

you couldn't wait for the dirty talk to start.

"so fucking beautiful" he groans, admiring your body, as he drags your shirt off your body, followed by the jeans, tracing each and every one of your curves, your heart warming up at his tender touch as his gaze stares fervently into yours, with nothing but love and admiration in his eyes for you

his lips instantly reconnect with yours, finding home on your lips. his kiss is demanding, and just the right amount of rough, and when he slaps your ass softly, you moan giving his tongue an opening, allowing him to slowly slide into your mouth, tongue exploring every crevice.

"be quiet for me cherie, can't have everyone hearing my beautiful girl's sweet moans hmm?" he whispered against your ears, biting along the lobe.

his hand grabs a hold of your chin, holding you in place as your legs start to wrap around his waist, your fingers digging into his skin.

"charles" you moan breathlessly between his lips, and he begins to unclasp your bra, his fingers intertwining with both straps as pulls it down your arms, failing to break the kiss.

he leans down to take a nipple in his mouth, licking around the bud before sucking on it. the simple motion was enough to have you moaning and whining against him, as his fingers teased the other nipple, flicking it repeatedly, and running the rough pad of his thumb over the pert nipple.

his name left your lips like a chant as your hips rutted against him of their own accord.

his right hand moving to play with your right nipple, twisting it, flicking it, pinching it before soothing it with a gentle motion of his thumb. he switched, mouthing and sucking your other nipple, instead, while his hand moved to your left, pulling harshly as he rolled the sensitive bud in between his fingers. you tried your best to stifle your moans, taking slight respite in the fact that the ferrari drivers rooms were a little soundproofed, your panties no longer damp but practically wet, threatening to drip down your legs as you clenched again, the arousal becoming painful. after finishing with your chest, charles kissed downwards, to your stomach, licking his way down to your hips. his green eyes met your own, as he moved his hand in between your thighs, feeling how wet you were, even when you weren't even fully exposed to him. he gently pushed your panties against your cunt, watching your pussy lips swallow the material and soak it with your arousal, the friction from the material making you gasp.

before you could grind against it, he pulled it off of you, letting it drop to the floor. he moved lower, arms trailing down your thoughts almost kneeling in front of you, "you look so good baby, all spread out for me. i love everything about your body mon amour.

i love these marks, i love your scars, i love every freckle and dot on your body," he murmured, fingers gently tracing the stretch marks on your tummy and thighs.

"do you want my tongue in your pretty pussy hmm?" he asked, as you nodded fervently. "words, cerise" he said, fingers gently tracing circles on your clit from outside your panties. "yes, yes I do please!" you whined, grinding against his finger.

and with that he moved in between your thighs.

with both hands, he pulled your knees even more apart, so he could fully face your quivering pussy watching as you pink hole repeatedly clenched and un clenched around nothing, shimmering with your own juices.

licking his lips, he leaned forward, feeling a carnal desire burst open within him. he kissed both your thighs, before looking up at you again. then he moved forward, pushing his pointer finger into you, swearing when your walls enveloped him. he pushed in till his knuckles, pumping up and down as your moans and groans of pleasure rang out above him, before shoving in a second finger, and then a third, the stretch making you throw your head back, you hair fanning out.

"so beautiful mon ange, all spread out like this. i can see all of you and you're the most beautiful person ive ever laid my eyes on" he groaned and you found yourself moaning event louder, till he brought one hand up to let you suck his fingers.

then he licked broad stripe up your pussy, still fingering you, before running his tongue up your slit repeatedly. using two fingers he spread you open, latching onto your clit, as you let out a scream of pleasure above him, arching your back even further. charles let out a choked groan at how good you tasted, almost as sweet and sour as a cherry, his favourite nickname for you, as he flicked the sensitive bud back and forth before sucking hard on it. his tongue repeatedly rolled your clit, before he took it into his mouth, lips enclosing around the bud. while his fingers continued thrusting into you, the band in your stomach threatening to snap, when his nose pressed against your clit, and when it nudged the sensitive button repeatedly, and he continued sucking your clit till you had tears streaming down your face from the ache of the pleasure.

his fingers and tongue worked in tandem, as you tightened above him, your thighs wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you let out a strangled moan of "oh god, oh my god, charles!", and before you knew it you had cum on his tongue, his tongue and fingers working you through your orgasm, licking up every last drop as you continued to quiver above him, body rocking out your orgasm.

you expected him to pull away, but he stayed, fingers still in you, looking up at you, and the sight of his nose and mouth, shimmering with your juices, was enough to nearly make you cum again, but as you tried to pull him up, he pushed your body back down, looking at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "no no no, mon coeur. i need to show you how much i love you and one orgasm won't do that" he said,and with that, he moved back down between your thighs, licking your pussy languidly a few times, before shoving his tongue back into you, this time, pulling your hips closer so you were nearly dangling off the edge of the bed, almost balancing on his face, your hands reaching down to pull his dark locks, legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer as he went back to sucking your clit again, the lewd sounds echoing in the room, as desperate moans of "charles! charles! oh my god, fuck, fuck, amour" left your lips, like a prayer, your head thrown back and chest heaving, nipples hardened against the cold air in the room. as if on cue, charles let his hand reach up to gently fiddle with your nipples, as your hips began to rut on his face, his nose deliciously nudging your clit again, and his fingers soon replaced it, flicking your clit with his finger and licking around it, till you were cumming again, with broken screams of his name leaving your lips.

he stood up, climbing up onto the bed to kiss you, and you tasted yourself on his lips.

"my beautiful girl. the most beautiful girl" he mumbled repeatedly against your lips.

climbing over you, he caressed your cheek softly, before pulling you in for a gentle kiss, which quickly became teeth and tongue, as he brought his cock closer to your entrance. he swiped it through your folds, running the tip over your clit continuously till you felt like you were gonna pass out from the combination of feelings you were experiencing. "please mon ange, please just fuck me, please!" you finally cried out, gasping when he pushed himself into you, finally filling you with what you always craved.

"my gorgeous girl has the most gorgeous pussy ever, so soft and pink" he groaned, slotting himself into you, thrusting his hips till he was in so deep it was as though he belonged there. as though he belonged inside you, as if he belonged with you forever.

he continued to snap his hips against yours, burying himself in you, mouth leaning down to suck your nipples again.

"m-more" you managed to stutter out. "can you handle more, mon bebe?" he asked, his gentility and sweetness peeking through. "yes, fuck yes, i can" you moaned, too drunk on the feeling of cock sliding in and out of your pussy. "d'accord cherie" he murmured.

without stopping the movement of his hips, he flipped you over onto your front, as you landed ungracefully on your front. "hands and knees" he commanded, still fucking you

the new angle was making stars burst forth in your vision.quivering, you moved onto your shaky knees and hands, as he gripped your waist from behind, pulling you back to meet his cock.

your incoherent moans of his name were fuel to his fire, and he reached around you to rub your clit roughly, collecting your arousal on his fingers, before stuffing his fingers in your mouth, prompting you to suck on them. you swirled your tongue around them, tasting yourself on his fingers again, as he moved your fingers in deeper, almost making you choke.

the feeling of him nearly fucking you in two was clouding your senses, the band in your tummy ready to snap again. behind you, increased the pace of his thrusts, using his other hand to pinch and rub your clit again, a high pitched groan leaving his lips as his orgasm rode up on him, but, being the gentleman that he was, he wanted you to cum first.

the harsh rubbing of his fingers on your clit and his cock ramming into your pussy, the squelch of sounds and your moans and groans filled the room, sweat dripping down your bodies and the smell of sex penetrating your nose.

when charles suddenly picked up the paxe and wrapped a hand around your neck, squeezing just enough to restrict your airflow ever so slightly, you let out a high pitched moan, the feeling sending you into euphoria as your pussy gushed around him, charles hissed when you clenched on his sensitive cock, finally spurting his cum into you as well.

panting, you pulled apart, both of you collapsing on his bed.

"fuck that was-"

"insanely hot, insanely good, insanely perfect" you said, curling up into his side.

"thank you for supporting me my love" you whispered again, surprised at the tears filling your eyes.

"aw mon cherie, don't cry" he whispered, hands gently pushing your hair out of your face.

"i won't" you sniffled softly, letting out a watery laugh at the concern in his face.

"i love you so much" you mumbled, letting his soft humming lull you to sleep, not giving a damn about the fact that literally any moment McLaren would have a breakdown when they saw their star talent was missing.

but all you cared about in that moment was getting some time with the man you loved.

charles sighed in contentment as he looked down at you, dozing off in his arms.

in his daze he missed the footsteps making their way to the door.

neither of you missed the sharp rap of knocked against the door, making you jump out of your skin as carlos' voice came from the other end.

"cabron, we are needed for a meeting. can you open your door so i can get my extra shoes? i left them there by accident" he said and you froze.

"don't say a word" charles mumbled to you, gently getting up.

god, you were so fucked.

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a/n - will definitely make this a multi part series!! any comments feedback reblogs idea etc are always appreciated!! much love always ���

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everything : @roslastyles420 @hopefulinlove @bluesongbird

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[shatteredearth-if]

SHATTERED EARTH INTRO POST

DEMO | DISCORD

Shattered Earth is an Interactive Sci-Fi/Fantasy Fiction about retreading old ground and working for your good ending. less formally, this is meant to go on my portfolio

Five years ago, you watched the world split open, bore witness to what you could only refer to as "dragons" made manifest in scale, flesh and skin. You saw cities razed to the ground, asphalt streets shattered like ice. Fleets of dragons and foreign—almost alien—aircrafts alike seared across the skies, while towers of dirt and metal tore free from the landscape. The world has inexplicably, incomprehensibly changed, but you know this to be true: Earth never really stood a chance.

With your world now overrun by dragons and dangers alike, you've lived alone, hiding from the world you once called home, scrounging for scraps and surviving by the skin of your teeth. But when a chance encounter with a mercenary ship leaves you reeling with the realization that you're not the average-joe of a human that you thought you once were, you're forced into an ultimatum: enlist with the Seekers, or live out the rest of your life in a Human compound on Therius. But your horrors extend far beyond the threat of the dragons; your monsters are at home in your head, but they might just be the key to stopping all of this madness… if they don't take you out first.

The gears turn, the worlds spin inwards like ever-onwards like painted tops. You will undergo a journey of self-discovery, of potential romances and of incredible loss. And somehow, you can't shake the sensation that this has all happened before…

A customizable protagonist: Customize your gender, your body type, your pronouns, and personality.

Five ROs to romantically pursue—some in the most conventional sense, others in… a not so conventional sense.

Engage in brief flings, one of which is... an RO's estranged divorced mother. (Your crewmates will disapprove.)

Train your body or your mind to perfection. Are you a frontline fighter, or do you prefer the aethereal arts?

Cute cat dog wolfboy…?

The female version of a himbo

There's no good way to put this: you remember things you shouldn't. The end of your story is not the end; something awaits you at the place where your endings converge. What is it? What are you?

There's an egotistical mind entity in your head, and the flags aren't just red; they're blood-crimson. Romanceable, but at a steep cost to your sanity. Or maybe…

Skippable, customizable NSFW content. My friends have advised me not to continue.

Avett Ironsturm

Role: RO

Gender: Male (he/him)

Race: Kattish

Age: 20

Specialization: Arms specialist

Appearance: Avett is a Kattish man of average height. His complexion is fair. Perched upon his head are two swivelling cat-like ears, and at the base of his spine is a prehensile tail that is about the length of his arm—both are adorned with soft, black fur. His hair is black, hangs just below the shoulders, and he keeps most of it in a messy ponytail. Most of his frontal hair frames his boyish, youthful face. His irises are copper colored, his pupils slitted.

Personality: Avett is bristly, prickly, and very easy to anger if he's not trying to get into your pants. He's a flirt through and through, and knows how and when to be charming, just… not with his coworkers. Or you. Though if you can get him to let his guard around you, you might just find him a lot more bearable.

Your impression: Once upon a time, you saw his old ID, stuffed in a cabinet along with his boxers and body spray, and you realized he was smiling in his photo. Not outwardly—they don't want you smiling on those cards, but behind those eyes was a laugh ready to bust out at any moment. That was four years ago. Now? All he does now is sulk and yell at people. Something happened in those four, long years, and those years have only been getting longer since.

Sexuality: Bisexual (woman-leaning)

Yuda Hellsbridge

Role: RO

Gender: Female (she/her)

Race: Half Gallian, Half Kattish

Age: Secret?

Specialization: Restrainer

Appearance: Yuda is a half-Gallian, half-Kattish woman of above average height. Her complexion is a pale, seafoam green—common for most Gallians. Her hair is white with blue undertones in the right lighting, and is short and choppy. If you look too closely into her metallic gray eyes, you will notice a swirling, foggy substance within her irises, as is common for all Gallians who are at least a bit adept in magic… which is to say, almost all of them. Yuda is extremely fit and exercises often, and as a result her build is stocky and muscular—very uncommon for a Gallian, though she claims that she's half Kattish.

Personality: Yuda is outwardly cheerful, loud, and brash—tact is not her forte. But behind every sunny smile is a shadow, and Yuda keeps her shadows well away from the spotlight.

Your impression: It's not trauma. It's not a blip in her personality. There is something genuinely terrifying hiding behind Yuda's eyes, and that's not including the fact that you don't know how old she is. Oh, she's nice, and she's got no ulterior motives, you'll give her that. But it's like she's wearing her own body like a shadow.

Sexuality: doesn't care for labels, but for clarity's sake she is pansexual.

Ysh'vanna O'Raal

Role: RO

Gender: Female (she/her)

Race: Draconian

Age: 26

Specialization: Captain/Pilot

Appearance: Ysh'vanna is a short girl with wispy, white hair that topples down to her waist—if she doesn't brush it out of her face, it has a tendency to smother her slight frame like an oversized scarf. Her irises are orange, with a ring of emerald green around her pupils. Trailing from her ears are two, small, green webs that resemble translucent dragon wings.

Personality: Everyone onboard the Seeker is a wreck, yes, but Ysh'vanna is always at least two crises away from a mental breakdown everyday. Sorting through admin, funds, Avett's shenanigans and the odd dragon attack has left her riddled with anxieties. She has difficulty forming bonds outside of work because of this, so her relationship with Avett isn't great. After any particularly grueling mission, she will often be found comatose in front of the navigation panels, staring off into the skyline. Otherwise, Ysh'vanna tries to be cheerful. Most of the time. Some of the time.

Your impression: She's probably by far the most average person on this ship. Every morning she takes her coffee with three sugars and a cupful of milk; every night she takes a nail-sized tablet along with a full glass of water. "For the anxiety," she says. She's incredibly open about most things... until it comes to her family. What's the deal?

Sexuality: bisexual (woman-leaning)

Auren Draksparrow

Role: Platonic Option

Gender: Male (he/him)

Race: Gallian

Age: According to Avett, "Like, a hundred or something." He looks about forty in Human years to you.

Specialization: Warder

Appearance: Auren is a Gallian man of above average height. His frame is gaunt, almost frail; his hair is platinum blond, and is secured in a low ponytail that reaches down to his waist. His complexion is seafoam green, and his eyes are a faint violet. Swimming in his irises is a fog, a trait most Gallians share. His facial features are long and soft, but his cheekbones sit high upon his face.

Personality: Auren is cold, aloof, and it can be difficult to discern what he's thinking from speech and body language alone. He is clear in mind, even during high-pressure situations, until his abilities as a caster fail him.

Your impression: Here's the deal about living past one hundred and one; you're going to mess up. You're going to mess up a lot more than the average person, and your book of guilt's going to be pushing a trilogy if you don't start forgiving yourself for some of those mess-ups. You know for a fact that Auren has never forgiven himself, not even once, because he's yet to save the Seekers. Because he's yet to, in his eyes, make himself useful. But you're his lucky break: he's the only one on the ship who can see that thing in your head for what it is, and he knows it's a threat.

Sexuality: he's not looking for a relationship right now, if ever. He's married to his tomes and the study of aether.

Liam Salazar

Role: RO

Gender: Male (he/him)

Race: Human

Age: 24

Specialization: Researcher

Appearance: Liam is tall with an athletic frame and broad shoulders. He usually keeps his dark brown hair in a nest of curls atop his head. His skin is a deep umber, and his eyes are an even deeper shade of brown. He often wears a white lab coat over a simple sweater and dress shirt.

Personality: Quiet, but goofy; aloof, but sensitive. You sense that this boy would rather bury his head in a good book or some other complicated research than look you in the eye. That's not to say he's meek, though—come any threat, and he'll lash out swinging. You had to be a special kind of tough to have survived the Migration as a Human, and Liam is no exception.

Your impression: You didn't expect to make friends at the IRC training facility—most Humans there wanted your head on a stick for the cardinal sin of having a deal with a merc ship already. The Migration wore everyone's patience thin, but not Liam's. For a hot moment at that facility, you were two renegades against the hateful world. Until your training period finished up.

Sexuality: Panromantic demisexual, though initially he believes that he's straight.

The Entity

Role: RO

Gender: Customizable/it

Race: Something intangible. A voice in your head.

Age: It laughs when you ask this. "How old is a concept? The fear of death, the love of life? How old? Are you counting? Think about that."

Appearance: A dark wisp of smoke that occasionally shifts to form parts of a person.

Personality: Loves you, like an overbearing parent. Punishes you, like a torturer gleaning for answers. It maims you and calls it affection.

Your impression: When you're not talking to it, it's rummaging through your memories. Why? For fun. It knows about that time you did this and that in the locker room and almost got caught for it. It knows about that time you stopped someone from leaving after class just so you could hit on them, unsuccessfully, for ten minutes before they had to beg you to leave. It knows everything about you, all the bad, all the good—and it loves you anyway. That's the purest kind of love, isn't it?

Sexuality: Wouldn't you like to know.

With that all said, thank you for checking out this post, and DOUBLE thank you if you decide to try out Shattered Earth. 🙇🙇

[sanguineterrain]

Hi! I saw your post on Halloween prompts and if your still taking them may I request

Jason was born a werewolf and they're used to their transformations and abilities. They're out on a walk when they find Reader, a human-just-turned-werewolf. Jason decides it's their job to take care of Reader until they're able to use all their powers efficiently, etc. Both didn't expect to catch feelings along the way.

Or

Werewolves are actively hunted down and humans even carry specific silver items and spray to ward them off if they suspect someone of being one. Reader finds Jason, an injured werewolf, hiding in their backyard. They don't have the heart to chase them away, instead opting to heal and hide them away from the hunters after them.

Fem!reader if possible?

Prompts from @promptspa

hi there! thanks for the prompt. i decided to go with the 2nd one, but i tweaked it a little. reader is gender neutral simply because there wasn't any moment to identify gender, but you are free to picture them as female! hope you like :)

werewolf!jason todd x gn!reader | injured jason, tending to wounds, wolf form, reader and jason knew each other when he was robin.

****

"...In other news, reports of animal attacks have skyrocketed, leaving Gotham citizens paranoid. The mayor is enforcing a six o'clock curfew, urging citizens to lock their doors and keep pets inside. Now we have Dan with the weather—"

You mute the TV, stand, and stretch. The wind howls outside, rattling the roof slats. Dan, the weatherman, soundlessly describes how it's only going to get colder this week. That reminds you of Lucy, your Ragdoll. She's been outside for most of the evening.

"Lucy," you call, opening the bag of cat food. Usually, the sound causes her to race into the kitchen, claws clicking on the floor.

But there's no sound. You stop what you're doing and move to the stairs.

"Lucy?"

Nothing.

Animal attacks. Your stomach churns at the thought.

Gotham News often exaggerates that stuff since they're so anti-lycan. Werewolves don't attack animals and haven't done so for centuries unless they're desperate for food. But most citizens don't know that and will happily buy into the scare tactics. You can't afford to, living miles outside of the city.

You head outside when Lucy still doesn't appear. Logically, you know werewolves wouldn't attack your seven pound cat that's seventy percent fur. You know that. But something still feels wrong.

You search around the house first, using your phone as a flashlight. Then you walk toward the shed. That's when you hear meowing.

"Lucy!" you yell. "It's alright, Lucy, come on!"

Lucy makes no motion to move. She meows incessantly, urgent, yowling meows that make you rush over and check her for injuries. She continues to meow, even when you don't find an injury.

"What's wrong, Lucy? What's happened?"

You stroke her back, but nothing calms her. One time, she ran into a skunk, and that had spooked her. It also resulted in three baths to get the smell out.

But the skunk had attacked her then. Here, Lucy is unharmed, but whatever she's seen, it's scared her beyond comforting.

She continues to meow, eyes fixed on the shed. You take a deep breath and go to the shed. Lucy's meows get louder.

"It's alright, Lucy," you say, but now your heart is thumping. The wind rattles the padlock, which is odd, so you shine the light on it.

The lock is broken. You pull open the door, ready to run.

A soft whine comes from inside the shed. You shine your light, and the creature shies away, except it's too big to avoid the light completely. Too big to be a regular animal...

You make out black fur, large ears, and a tail. You gasp. The wolf whines again, curling into the corner like it's trying to make itself small.

There's a trail of blood on the ground. Without getting closer, you can't tell where the blood is from. But if it's enough to make the creature whine, it must be a deep wound.

"I'm not a hunter," you say slowly, and its ears twitch at that. "I'm not here to hurt you. No silver, see?"

You pull out your pockets, unzip your coat, and show your hands. The wolf watches you silently. Its head comes into view, and now you can see that the wolf is male.

And his eyes. His eyes are what confirm your suspicions; they are too intelligent to not be supernatural, glowing an eerie green.

He's an adult wolf, from what you can tell, but still young, his fur dark and thick. His youth doesn't make him any less intimidating, though. He looks much like the pictures of werewolves the antis use to scare people: huge, long body, glowing eyes, claws. He must be double your size, at least.

Lucy has stopped meowing. Now she just stares alongside you, keeping her distance. No wonder she was so distressed.

The wolf suddenly stands, and you take several steps back, heart racing. You hate being scared, hate letting the news report get into your head.

The wolf lies on his back with jerky, uncoordinated movements. He makes a desperate noise and shows his belly.

Knife wounds. Big ones. If he wasn't a wolf, he'd be dead.

"Holy shit," you say. "Oh my God."

This is as vulnerable as any creature can be. But you're just as much a stranger to him as he is to you. Why is he trusting you like this?

You've only known one werewolf in your life. And he's never coming back.

The wolf whimpers again. You nod quickly.

"Okay," you whisper. "It's okay. I'll patch you up."

The wolf sags against the ground, and you run out of the shed, your stomach turning at the thought of another wolf dying.

Lucy follows you, clinging to your ankles, and you try not to trip over her as you gather supplies from the house. She doesn't follow you back outside.

You return to the shed and thread a needle. Then you take a step forward and wait. When he makes no move to attack, you close the distance slowly and crouch by his belly.

His fur is matted and torn in odd places. Carefully, you place a hand on his belly. He doesn't move.

"I'm going to pour the antiseptic now," you say.

The wolf watches as you do. He tenses but doesn't make any more sounds as you clean his wound. Almost like he's used to the feeling.

You feel up his fur for other wounds. That's when you feel a scar that runs from his chest to where his bellybutton would be. It's Y-shaped.

"What—" you say in horror. "What did they do to you?"

The wolf whines again.

"Right, right. Sorry. I'm going to sew you up."

He lets you tend to his wounds without a hitch. He's unusually comfortable with your touch; he doesn't howl or flinch when you touch him, and any warning sounds are gentle.

You finish the stitches and top it with a bandage. He waits patiently, not moving an inch. You haven't done this in years; you never thought your medic training would come in handy again.

Nightingale. That's what the Bats called you. That's who you might've become eons ago, until...

"I won't turn you in," you say when you finish.

The wolf blinks at you.

"But you know that, don't you?"

He protests when you pull a blanket over him. He whines and nudges you away with his nose.

"It's cold here, and I can't carry you inside," you say.

He drags the blanket off with his teeth and throws it onto your lap. You smile and put it back on him.

"I'll be fine. I have blankets inside. Get some sleep."

You start to stand, and his whines become barks. He tries to stand with you, pawing at your knee.

"Whoa, hey! Don't, you'll pull your stitches. What's wrong?"

He barks again, and nods at the forest line outside in the distance. Then he licks at his bandage.

"You're afraid the people who hurt you will get you?" you ask.

He chuffs and licks your hand.

"You're afraid they'll get... me?"

He nudges your shoulder. You touch his head and make a soft noise.

"Okay. I'll stay and keep watch. If I hear anything, I'll wake you, alright?"

The wolf grunts, then finally lays down. He shuffles closer to you, so his body is practically on your legs. He runs hot, and with him so near, you hardly feel the cold.

The wolf falls asleep before you.

****

It has been a long time since you trained with a Bat, and your nocturnal practices have faded since then.

So you wake up in the shed with a backache.

Black fur tickles your hand, and you open your eyes.

But it's not a wolf at your feet; it's a man.

A man wearing a dead boy's face.

He awakens as you do, bare and bandaged beneath the blanket. Those odd green eyes stare at you. They're wrong; all of him is wrong, but his face... you know that face.

"Jason?" you whisper, chest tight.

His sigh is full of grief.

"Hey, Nightingale."

[velvetvexations]

it’s driving me up the wall that the statement “trans women, notably those in the public eye, are frequently the target of transphobic harassment campaigns, so perhaps take a moment to check the source before you spread any callouts or accusations to make sure you’re not falling for TERF or kiwifarms misinformation” is now being misused by some to mean “if you ever see a trans woman with a big platform say something loaded/bigoted/openly hateful of her own free volition to her whole audience with her full chest, you’re not ever allowed to confront her about this or you’re personally responsible for every hate comment or harassment she receives ever” like it’s SO insidious to tell marginalised people they should shut up and take it. full offence, that musician is a grown woman who willingly puts her opinions on a public blog with her name attached, nobody was holding a gun to her head demanding she made those dumbass comments, and acting like she’s too frail to take accountability for what she does or shouldn’t be expected to learn that actions have consequences is laughable. yes people are now taking it too far but this happens every time, bc some people are just as immature AND bc bad faith parties love taking advantage of situations like this to instigate even more shit. again, insisting marginalised groups should let some big name individual be bigoted to them to protect her from harassment or else be blamed for it is so unbelievably entitled. the same thing goes for that “people just use accusations of racism against trans women to be transmisogynistic” post, these people need a reality check and realise they’re not the only victims in existence.

none of the following anger is directed at you, anons

I wanna be clear that I have no idea what's going on with Patricia Taxxon. She blocked me awhile ago and aside from seeing her post about transandrophobia and knowing someone made a parody comic about her that I didn't like primarily for the phrase "born female,"* I don't really know about the situation around her as it stands because I don't keep track of random radfems.

As this first anon said, a popular musician using their platform to be horrible to another marginalized group should get sprayed with water like a cat and the fact that she's a bigot be on the record. Weaponizing old nudes or dragging up old accusations of things, however, is bad and should not be done. It's just not a thing you should be doing to someone, no matter how much you think they deserve it.

There are a lot of White women saying things like "trans women get accused of racism to deflect accusations of transmisogyny." It's annoying that people acting in bad faith are giving fuel to the fire that any criticism of trans women is inherently transmisogyny. She's never going to connect the dots between "people are upset with the things I said" and "I said extremely harmful and hurtful things" if her victim complex is being validated. It's also going to encourage them to continue harassing and spreading shit about me, and possibly escalate to digging up past stuff to call me out on, because I guarantee you eventually one of them is going to say something like "so karmic of this to happen to Velvet after she reblogged all those posts accusing Emily Programmersocks of sacrificing children to Satan" as though that's a thing that's ever happened.

Stop harassing her, if that is indeed what's happening, because, again, I do not keep track of the latest events in TRF World.

*yes, in spite of me personally calling myself male, I still think that's a bad thing! wow!

[f1ghtsoftly]

All The Women’s News You Missed Last Week:

12/2/24-/12/9/24

Jay-Z is named in a civil lawsuit accused of raping a minor. Nick Fuentes also faces charges for battery in connection to the backlash he received after posting “your body. my choice”. President Salome Zourabichvili fights against pro-Russian forces in Georgia. In a must-watch clip this week a South Korean woman bravely fought back against the re-establishment of military dictatorship, pushing away a soldier’s gun as she yells at him. 

LGBT: 

Supreme Court reluctant to overturn Tennessee transgender law 

Women in the News: 

Georgia’s Elections Reveal Regression of Democracy and Gender Equity. The Country’s First Female President Is Fighting Back. 

Harassment case against Lizzo dropped 

Missing grandmother's body recovered from Pennsylvania sinkhole 

WATCH: Astronaut shows students how they drink liquids in space 

Sharon Stone’s tearful message to her younger self 

Woman sentenced in case that sparked Springfield cat-eating rumours 

Woman admits drink-driving crash that killed bride 

I love being a culture warrior, says Tory leader Badenoch 

Mexico leader responds to Trump claim she agreed to stop migration 

Taylor Swift: As the Eras Tour bows out, what will she do next? 

‘I crocheted the giant doily on Turner Prize car’ 

Viral author who sold two books becomes bestseller 

Sarah Storey 'gutted' to be out of Dancing on Ice 

Male Violence: 

Jay-Z accused in a civil lawsuit of raping a 13-year-old girl in 2000 along with Sean ‘Diddy’ Combs 

Teen Girl Set on Fire by Stalker After Rejection, Dies in Andhra Pradesh 

Mattel sued over porn site misprint on Wicked dolls 

Diddy accused of dangling woman from high balcony in new case 

Ex-Abercrombie boss's partner pleads not guilty to sex trafficking charges 

Judge in 'shaken baby' death penalty case steps down 

Girl's death after Wexford assault 'a terrible tragedy' 

Selling sex for gold in the Amazon's illegal mines 

Far-right influencer Nick Fuentes accused of pepper spraying woman on his doorstep 

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As always, this is global and domestic news from a US perspective covering feminist issues and women in the news more generally. As of right now, I do not cover Women’s Sports. Published each Monday afternoon.

[mylifeisjustafeverdream]

A Retelling of My Mind Whilst Reading Shadow Kissed-

Omg it's the Sixth Sense up in this bitch

Bitch when are you ever "just tired" when weird shit starts happening to you, I swear to fuck.

Rose is so me because I too would rather die than spend an extended amount of time with my best friends boyfriend.

Eddie Castile the man that you are.

From the bottom of my heart I hope Jesse gets his shit rocked.

Omg Rose girl do something, ANYTHING. YOU'RE EMBARRASSING US.

Least Favorite Trope: Entire plot would be resolved if this dumbass just like communicated the issues she is having OMFG.

If Rose Hathaway has no haters all her teachers must be dead because wtf is their issue???

Homegirl is unstable at best.

I feel like at this point she should probably go to where Mason the Friendly Ghost is pointing.

Girly-pop that's not a migraine....

I do not fucking trust that bitch Tatianna

*Viktor explains master plan* "Cool motive still murder"

*Law and Order sounds*

HE JUST SAID THAT SHIT IN OPEN COURT IT'S ON THE RECORD

How much of an asshole do you have to be that it's more believable that you're lying than a crime having actually happened lol

Lissa is so clueless it's kinda funny.

You know what I hope Rose fucks Adrienne and gets pregnant just to spite Tatianna.

She wants her nails done omg she's just a girl 🥺

*starts looking at my tarot book to see if this is accurate*

I love when Dimitri starts lore dropping to Rose

Well.... I think they know about the ghosts now.

That doctor is the only rational adult at the school cause literally why tf didn't she talk to a counselor.

Her therapist just clocked her so hard.

Well that's an unfortunate fact about Shadow Kissed Anna

Dimitri took part in that attack exercise specifically so she would hop on it lmao

Can't even celebrate for a moment before Lissa is off doing something dumb I swear to god

Lissa try not to get tortured challenge go

*New power unlocked*

YES ROSE BEAT HIS ASS GIRL......oh shit.....GIRL YOU GOT HIM IT'S GOOD.

She's like a feral cat.... Dimitri should use a spray bottle.

Oh my GOD IT'S HAPPENING EVERYONE REMAIN FUCKING CALM

Girl you gotta give me more details than that PLEASE

"My body ached" that'll happen when your first time is with a 6'7 Russian built like a tank

CAN WE NOT HAVE ONE GOD DAMN MOMENT OF PEACE

Girl I'm gonna throw up he's all alone out there.

CHRISTIAN OZERA THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

HE DIDN'T DIE THANK FUCK

Mason upstaging Dimitri even from the afterlife that's my man right there.

SECRET TUNNELS, SECRET TUNNELS THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS

The uncanny ability that 17 year old female herions have to radicalize societies is amazing

Do y'all think Dimitri came up with that life plan while he was fighting the strigoi?

"You're scared of my mother" um yea girl she's fs going to catch an attempted murder charge once she finds out.

*Clenched my jaw so tight during the cave fight it started to hurt*

Oh my God girl stop internal monologuing about how everything is going to work out THAT ALWAYS GOES POORLY

Oh God it's that blonde bitch from earlier this is going to be so much worse than him being dead.

Rose: *literally tries to throw herself back into a vicious attack just to save Dimitri's body*

Everyone Else: She just respected him as a teacher so much there's no other possible explanation.

Lissa clocking what was happening with Rose and Dimitri just now is like when someone steals the answer on Wheel of Fortune after the other contestant mispronounced the phrase

*Knows it's definitely going to happen* "Dimitri is a strigoi"*gasps*

I'm shocked they didn't grab like a single Guardian teacher to try and talk down Rose like why tf did they think Kirova would have any affect.

I know it's not malicious on Lissa's part but I'm glad Rose is finally speaking about how one sided this relationship is.

"Off to kill the man I love" oh this next book is going to fuck me up.

[gwynniethenymph]

Perhaps Something Greater

link to Ao3

Hi everyone! I saw all those beautiful fanarts of Gwyn and Catrin, and just had to write something about them. So, this is a quick drabble for day 1 of @gwynweekofficial.

I hope you like it!

The night of the Great Rite was always one of chaos. Amidst flowy fabrics and perfume sprays, you could sometimes distinguish a priestess or another, but the children—Gwyn and Catrin included, at the ripe age of sixteen—were advised to stay as far away as possible from the females preparing. Gwyn wondered why.

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She and Catrin climbed to the top of their favorite tree after Isobel shouted at them for the fifth time that night. Between the breeches and leaves, all Gwyn could see was the shining, silver moon and its reflection on the river. And her sister's beautiful face.

“Perhaps they all go naked and hug each other...” Catrin mused.

Gwyn laughed at Catrin's attempts to guess what exactly happened in the Rite. They knew males and females copulated, of course. It was a subject of great importance to the priestess who taught them biology, for the girls to know what exactly happened between two people for a child to take root. But it was odd, the need to have a huge get-together of sorts, just to have sex.

“Stop this nonsense. They may simply... reunite so the magic is stronger.”

Catrin shrugged, all charm and beauty. She was a spitting image of their mother, with her dark hair and pale complexion, no freckles in sight. Gwyn probably got her colors from their father, but that was something she would never be sure of. Suddenly, Catrin's smile faded and she looked at the stars, huffing a breath.

“Do you think we will participate in it someday? In the Rite, I mean?”

Gwyn considered her. Priestesses of Sangravah were only allowed to participate in the Rite after completely finishing their studies—not only in biology and mathematics or philosophy and literature, but also in their studies about the Mother and the universe. It was a breaking point for all of them, for they could have way more freedom than before.

“I really think so. We are doing well, Cat. We can do it.”

Catrin absently nodded. “Yes, I know. But sometimes... it feels really meaningless, you know?” She stared intently at Gwyn, her huge blue eyes a little wild. “I mean, is that our life? Study, pray, graduate, and then babies?”

Gwyn studied her sister. They had already talked about it, how they were raised almost to be just mothers. How Catrin sometimes wanted... more.

“It is... odd, I know. But I fear we don't have many options.”

Catrin's eyes glinted with mist as the wind gently blew her hair. “We could run.” This rakish smile illuminated her face.

Gwyn's mouth went fully agape, and her sister laughed.

“We can't run!”

“Why not?”

“Cat, we have a whole life here! And, only Mother knows what they’ll do to females like... us, out there.”

The mood darkened, growing heavier as they thought of their mother. Of how she went to take a swim and came back weeks later, dragged by the river flow, a gaping wound where her heart was supposed to be.

“I know, I know. I just... wonder sometimes. If I am fit to be a mother.”

Gwyn's cheeks burned a little when she thought about her own dreams. Dreams of a little girl she would cradle and love and care for, as soon as possible. She reached for Catrin's hands.

“I know. Perhaps there is another path for you, my beloved sister. There's no shame in wanting different things, and I pray for you to find your way.”

Catrin puffed and rolled her eyes, but Gwyn could see the grateful, loving glint in them.

“Enough of talking like our High Priestess. I think the carriages are here. Should we go down to spy on them?”

Gwyn threw her head back and laughed before agreeing with her sister. As they watched the carriages go away, she wondered when she would be the one leaving inside them.

She hoped Catrin would be by her side, too.

[eldritch-spouse]

Ohhh, Vorticia's heats! I imagine them to be dangerous. As in trying to over feed us incredible amounts, or attempting to eat us. Maybe even going as far as to eat anyone she considers competition?

Vorticia's heats are... Well, hectic.

She's only recently been having them naturally again, after her kids all moved out, but she's responsible about it, and she'll tell you when she feels them coming.

Pre-heat signs are somewhat noticeable, even though the Queen goes to great lengths to maintain her composure. Her appetite doesn't just become more carnivorous, she starts hungering for squirming meals. The servants counteract this by spraying themselves with foul-tasting liquids. (You know the type of thing you'd put on your couch to make sure the cat doesn't scratch it? Yeah.) What ends up happening is she snatches them up, and promptly spits them back out. Death avoided. Other people are not safe from simply being gobbled up however. You need to develop a tolerance to seeing her eat living beings in your vicinity.

In her stupor, she'll frequently throw maimed people at you and expect you to eat them. Sometimes, you can trick her by pretending to bite said person, and wait until she turns away, then hurriedly push that person outside. This usually doesn't work however, and the unlucky demon she captured will probably get their neck snapped before being torn to pieces. Pieces which, unfortunately, Vorticia will also try to feed you.

She has an unusual behavior females of her kind don't often exhibit. She nests on her own regardless of being alone or not. Initially, Vorticia expected her partners to nest for her, but they often failed to meet the standards for her size, so she simply started doing it herself. And truth be told, she has an eye for it, the Queen can make a very comfortable, massive nest. With one specific feature, it's loaded with food.

Servants keep it coming aaall day long, and you'll understand why when you realize that when Vorticia isn't fucking you or sleeping, she's shoveling it all down her trap. It's never enough to sate her, she's never full, and that irritates her to no end. The imps that serve her pay no heed to whatever she could be doing when they come in, so really, don't be ashamed if someone rolls a cart in while Vorticia's fingerblasting you to cloud nine. They've seen much worse.

Speaking of, the sex is definitely more exhaustive for you than it is for her, purely because she has a ravenous desire to eat you out, and you might dehydrate from how many orgasms she rips out of you in an effort to eat your cum. Vorticia's got plenty of toys too, so it's not like you'll be growing numb to stimulus anytime soon. Given how large the demoness is, you can easily get creative when going down on her, and, unless she shrinks herself, you might as well suck her clit like it's a cock. Ride it, with enough effort.

In temperamental moods, the best thing you could do is hand-feed Vorticia while she lies down. Usually, she'll always lick after your fingers and arm, but don't be fooled into letting her take your hand into her mouth, she'll eat it. Just keep it up until she calms down, or gets emotional/flattered enough to want to rail you.

Although Vort has always struggled with the desire to consume her partners, and will oftentimes look at you like you're a particularly appetizing crouton- You need to trust her on this. Talk to the Queen so she can focus on your voice, don't move too fast, never stop eye contact and possibly toss a snack at her if it's taking longer for her to snap out of it.

By the way, good luck slipping past her tail's titanium grip when she's asleep.

[nomoreusername]

Lily of The Valley (Part 10)

Pairing:Aris x female reader

Summary:While looking around the train, you end up finding a bittersweet form of entertainment.

We had spent the morning looking through crates of stuff. While we found the usual survival things like first aid kits, knives, food, whistles, bug spray, and more, there were also just random things with no theme.

“You think I would look good in a tutu?”He asked, holding one up.

“Only if you added wings,”I answered, holding a clear pair with pink glitter up.

“Now all I would need is a tiara.”

“Yeah. You would make a beautiful fairy princess.”

“Oh definitely,”He nodded.

“Do you think I would be a pretty fairy princess?”

“You’d be the prettiest in the whole world,”He grinned, obnoxiously poking my shoulder. Rolling my eyes, I slapped his hand away. “Oh, come on. You know you love me.”

“No.”

“Don't act like you wouldn't marry me on the spot.”

“I wouldn't,”I repeated.

“Hey, candy,”He said, picking up a random bag.

“It's definitely stale,”I pointed out.

“Yes, but it's also very colorful,”He shrugged. Rolling my eyes, I dug through a box of unorganized junk.

“This seems interesting,”I mumbled to myself, looking at a journal.

“I wanna see,”He said quickly, resting his head on my shoulder to look at the item in my hand.

“It's a notebook,”I told him, opening the first page to see that it was written in. Slightly turning my head, I met his eyes to ask.

“You should absolutely read it,”He answered.

Keeping it open, I made it flat as I held it up.

“Read it out loud.”

“You have eyes,”I sighed.

“But I like hearing you talk.”

“Aris-”

“Just for a little bit. Please?”

“Aris-”

“I’ll read a page to you after?”

“Fine,”I gave in. Leaning my body against him, I put it on my lap as he buried his face a little more in my neck.

“I don't know where to start so I’ll just write. I don't think anyone will find this so I’m just gonna say whatever. Hey, I’m Esme. My entire family is dead so now it’s just me, the obnoxious neighbor boy who doesn't leave me alone, and his cat. We’re trying to get to safety. Said neighbor boy is named Xavier. He’s also my best friend, my only friend. Well, him, and the cat, Cat. He’s not very good at names so if we get an animal somehow I’m picking that. Anyways, Xavier is all kinds of weird. He likes doing things on a whim and drags me with him. He lives for adventure and new things. He likes to flirt with me for fun. He’ll probably get us in trouble one day and is the only good thing in my life.”

Stopping for a moment, I adjusted the book in my hands before continuing.

“I’m way different from him. Cautious, planning ahead, making sure the coast is always clear. I don't mind though. I know that if it ever went wrong, he would put himself in the way of fire for me. He would always put me first, and I’ll do the same for him. All we have is each other. If we lost the other, we’d be alone. Just like that, the world would have no meaning. There would be no goodness. There would be no hope. Everything would be dark,”I trailed off, whispering a little as I got to the end of the page. Sitting there with nothing but his music, we stared at the window, still pressed against each other.

“That’s really bittersweet,”I whispered.

“A lot of things in life are,”He mumbled, his voice giving away exactly what he was talking about.

“It gets more sweet as life goes on. Sometimes,”I pointed out.

We stayed there and simply listened to both our thoughts and his playlist. It was another love song. The lyrics were soft, something that left goosebumps on my skin. Even the words ‘no shirt, no blouse' were sung in a way that felt poetic. The words before and after that put it together, almost as if to say that physical love, while nice, will never, ever be all there is.

“You know what this song reminds me of?”

“What?”

“The first few months in the bunker.”

× ~ × ~ × ~ ×

The heaters weren't exactly up and running. We didn't quite know how to make them yet. We would soon though. We didn't have a choice.

The Double T’s had their space. Aris and I had ours. It was nothing really. Items for leisure were put in a small section, survival items were separated into boxes, and that was basically it.

We didn't really have a choice. It was either body warmth or freeze. The choice was obvious. Besides, this wasn't our first time falling asleep together. We used to lay next to each other, reading our books until we couldn't even keep our eyes open.

With his arms wrapped around my stomach, he held me close as we kept the blankets over us. My head rested on his chest as I tried not to shiver. His breath was cold on the back of my neck, showing that he was trying to do the same.

“It won't be forever,”He whispered, his voice shaky.

“I know,”I nodded, mine just as off.

“It's going to be okay, sweet girl. It's going to be okay,”He repeated.

Knowing that he was saying the words just as much for him as he was for me, I let him say them as much as he wanted. Taking them in as well, I held him back while tracing circles on his hands to silently promise the same.

× ~ × ~ × ~ ×

“Yeah. We’d have to sleep in the same bed just to keep warm,”I nodded.

“Yeah. Now look. We finally got our own beds only to be sharing a space all over again.”

“Yeah. I guess so.”

“Bet you're disappointed about that, huh?”He asked a little quieter than normal.

“Not at all,”I admitted.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Why would I mind? It's nothing new. We’ve done that since we were kids.”

“Oh.”

“Do you mind it?”I questioned, turning away and leaning against the seat to face him.

“No. It's nice to know that you're still here. It's kind of . . .”He trailed off.

“Comforting?”I guessed.

Meeting my eyes, a small smile spread across his face.

“Yeah. Comforting.”

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Turtle Rush Part 9

Hey guys! Thanks for your support! Here’s the next chapter before the finale, so I hope you stick around to the end. Happy reading. Stay safe, healthy, and in good spirits!

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WHIIRRRR~

The latch opens up, letting Raph and Dahlia step out of the tank.

“You sure you wanna do this?”

“We’ll be fine, Leo. You just keep your twin away from committing murder.”

“Whaaa—nooo~. I was just going to have a friendly demonstration of why you shouldn’t mutualize, dismember, and/or humiliate the very existence of your enemies who dare mess with—”

SLAP!

“No! Bad Donnie, bad!”

SPRITZ–SPRITZ!

“Augh!”

“No plotting or evil scheming! Back in your corner!”

Raph and Dahlia sweat drop at Mikey spraying water at his brother as if scolding a cat. The duo then confronts the deer yokai.

“Miss Dahlia.”

“Artio.”

She scans the area.

“A forcefield...”

“You didn’t think I would waltz around in this mess unarmed, did you?”

Artio reaches into his pockets and takes out silver brooches.

“Protection charms?”

“This situation on the surface is bad for business below. So, Mr. Corvidian is offering a deal.”

“Where have I heard that before?”

“Raph, please...”

“These charms will repel the curse.”

“Let me guess,” Dahlia assumes, “you help us break the spell and stop those thieves. In return...”

“You promise to give yourself up.”

HONK—HONK!

[Fat chance, buck-o! Don’t try to angle the situation in your favor!]

D2k18 waves his fist towards Artio in anger while his voice booms through the speakers.

“Sorry, but that deal ain’t happenin’.”

“You won’t last ten seconds out there without getting possessed, big guy. You’ve witnessed firsthand, Dahlia...that curse is too great, even for you. Either you take the deal, or both our cities will perish.”

“If I agree?”

“Corvidian can care less if your friends try to rescue you. That’s how confident he is at getting his way.”

“Oh, we’ll be there to stop him,” Raph challenges, “you can bet on that.”

Artio reaches out, prompting Dahlia to shake his hand.

“When does it happen?”

“Who knows...it’s up to my boss when he feels like it. But know that you and I will meet on the outskirts of the Hidden City. Some day.”

“I understand. For now, you and Raph lead a team to getting that firestone.”

“What will you do?”

“I’ve got one more stop to make to even the odds.”

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>>>>>>>FAST FORWARD>>>>>>>

CREAKING~

Dahlia leads R/M2k3, D/L2k12, D/M2k18 into the piled wreckage facility.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What’re we doin’ in a junkyard?”

“More like a deathtrap,”M2k18 quivers, “this is a really bad idea, ‘Lia.”

“What do you have to be afraid of in here?”

CLANG!

“Hey you!”

“Woah!”

They see the giant mantis hopping off the cars and lands in front of them.

“A giant bug?!”

“Man, this city is crawling with mutants.”  

“Say, you’re not those annoying turtles. Who the heck are youz? Their cousins?”

“Who wants ta know?”

“Me, ya overgrown salad.”

“Knock it off, Repo,” Dahlia cuts in, “I need to borrow your cat.”

“Uhh...a cat?”

“Oh, Mrs. Nubbins~! I’m back~!”

“Woah, woah, hey! Are you crazy?! You tryin’ ta get us killed?!"

CLATTER!

The turtles gawk the moment the mutant feline runs towards them.

“Every man for himself!”

“I’m too pretty to die!”

“Me too!”

SLIDE!

“Sit, Nubbins!”

SCREEECCHHH!

By Dahlia’s command, Nubbins sits in front of her before the others become cat food.

“Down~...”

THUMP!

“Now, shake.”

The manti-cat lowers her mantis claw for Dahlia to grab.

“Good, girl.”

Dahlia tosses a tuna fish, which Nubbins happily eats.

Reow~

Nubbins purrs against her head.

“Aww, I missed you too. Look what I got.”

Dahlia waves a protection charm before pinning it on her collar. Under Nubbins’ left paw is her owner, still groaning in pain.

“Ugh...say, how come she listens to you?”

“It’s a female thing.”

“So, this is Plan N, huh?”

“What better way to round up some rogue villains than with a rogue mutant herder.”

“In this case, a giant cat bug.”

“Wait till our Raph gets a look at you.”

“Now wait a sec! You can’t just—”

“Relax, I got your compensation.”

Dahlia points her thumb towards the crates of used parts, satisfying the greedy mutant.

“Alright, boys, let’s move out.”

ROAR~!

With everyone on board, Nubbins leaps out of the junkyard. Riding up front, Dahlia feel D2k18’s arms around her waist.

“I can’t let you go through with it.”

“Somehow, I knew you were lipreading back there.”

“I’m not kidding.”

He tightens his hold, resting his head on her shoulder.

“You can’t expect me to let you give yourself up like that.”

“I have to, Donnie.”

“But he’s—”

“Artio is much of a victim to Corvidian as my dad was. There must be another reason for wanting me to go with him. I have to find out for myself.”

Dahlia puts a hand over his cheek.

“If anything does happen, I know you’ll swoop in and save me like a boss.”

“Like you need saving,” he chuckles, “but give me one moment of heroism so I can rub it in thy brother’s face.”  

“You rub your success in anyone’s face.

“Aww~.”

“Shut it, Mikey.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Not you, knucklehead.”

“Watch out!”

SLIDE~!!

L2k12’s warning makes Dahlia pull on Mrs. Nubbins’ collar, avoiding a collision with a runaway truck.

CRASH/CLATTER!

Looking up, their mouths drop at the building where the gem is, covered in mystic vines and a cloud of mist circling in the sky.

“That wasn’t there a minute ago.”

“We better hurry. Anyone have eyes on Colton?”

“DAAHHHH!”

WHOOSH!

“Mikey?!”

M2k12 screams as he dangles by Colton’s tail, being jet-rocketed in circles. April and D2k3 spot them when passing by.

“Thank goodness you’re here!”

“Splinter, Raph, and Artio are fighting Jax! Other Donnie and Draxum are heading for the barrier!”

“Donnie, give Purple-Rain a lift! Leon, Red-King, you help capture Colton and the others! I’ve got Jax!”

Everyone but Dahlia gets off of the mutant cat.

“Hey, Nubbins~ see the tasty fishman?”

The feline licks her lips in response.

“Go fish!”

REOW!

Nubbins makes a running start then climbs up the skyscraper while Dahlia forms two swords to evade every obstacle in their way.

FWOOM!

Landing on the rooftop, Dahlia hops off of Nubbins and sees Jax rampaging against the trio.

“Raph!”

“Dahlia—you’re okay!”

“We need to get this charm onto Jax! It’s the only way to repel the spell on him!”

“Give me the charm and keep distracting him!”

“No, it is too dangerous!”

“There’s no time! Artio, do it!”

The deer tosses the charm to Dahlia as the others hold Jax off. Pulling the metal off the pipes, Dahlia shoots four pieces to form handcuffs and ankle bracelets chaining the sea creature in place.

SCREE~EECH!

“Watch it!”

SHATTER!

The men back away when Jax breaks the restraints.

“He’s been exposed by the spell for too long!”

FWIP—FWIP!

“Dahlia!”

SNAG/URGH!

One of Jax’s dreadlocks wraps around Dahlia’s wrist and pulls her in.

“Big mistake!”

Using his strength against him, she takes this chance to cling from behind and clip the charm onto his coat.

SHAAA~

“GASP!”

THUMP!

In seconds, Jax is on his knees, wheezing, while Dahlia stands beside him. The red, scaley being finally turns to the girl, dazed, and confused.

“Kid...you...you saved me.”

“Hey, even thieves like you don’t deserve ‘this whole situation’.”

[Guys, we got a problem!]

[It’s the crystal!]

Hearing the Donatello’s, they look up at the tower where they’re stationed.

“According to the level of mystical properties that’s radiating at a high frequency with—”

“It’s overheating! The inferno gem has become a ticking timebomb!”

[Say what?!]

“Not even Colton’s facial recognition could turn this off!”

“At this rate, it’ll explode with such force, the entire world will succumb to madness in mere seconds!”

[So, what do we do?! There has to be another way!]

[How much time until?]

“I’m estimating about, uhh...seven minutes?”

[Aw, swell! We have three geniuses and not one of them can come up with a plan?!]

“Get off our shell, hothead!”

“You try tearing down a ginormous mystic weapon the size of a tour bus!”

“That’s enough,” Dahlia shouts, “all of you—head for the loading docks!”

[What are you gonna do?]

“Something stupid. Leo, portal them, now.”

[But I—]

“Do it...please.”

[...You better come back.]

“With a dozen pizzas, mi amigo.”

[Dahlia—no! Whatever it is—]

She cuts D2k18 off and turns to Artio.

“Years ago, Nova taught me a spell only used for the most crucial moments. I think you know what I’m talking about.”

“...It’s a long shot...but we don’t have a choice.”

“W-Wait—what are you—Dahlia, what’s going on?”

“Artio, find Hypno and meet us at the tower. Jax, we’ll need you too.”

“I’m all ears, kid.”  

“I’ll explain on the way. Okay, girl...one last shot. You ready?”

ROAR!

“Let’s do this!”

“Dahlia, wait!”

But R2k18 is too late, as she rides on Nubbins, heading for the threat at hand.

CRACKLE/FZZT/RUMBLE!

The mechanism holding the gem breaks down piece by piece. It doesn’t take long for Dahlia and Jax to regroup with Artio as he brings the hippo mutant with him.

“Think you’re up for one more spell, Hypno?”

“This fellow briefed me in, but I’ll give it a shot.”

Each take a corner, surrounding the weapon. Taking a deep breath, Dahlia conjures material from all around, then transfers it to the rooftop.

WHIRR/SHOO~OOM!

In one fell swoop, a large encryption is drawn from her powers, right under the machinery.

“...‘Ase-rasu...mani-fesu...restori-va-ragul...safa paray’...”

[Ase-rasu...mani-fesu...]

All three chant as their hands glow, the aura emanating to the symbol, then floating up to ensnare the gem inside a giant ball of their combined magic.

“Jax, you open a portal right before it explodes! We’ll force it right out of this dimension!”

WHIRL—WHIRL~!

A strong wind circles, forcing them to dig their feet down from losing balance. Nubbins uses her mantis claws to hold Hypno and Artio, and Jax using his lock to grab Dahlia’s waist.

“Something is happening,” Hypno hollers.

“Stand your ground,” Artio warns, “the stone’s reaching the final peak!”

“C’mon, Jax, where’s that portal!”

“I have to find the right coordinates! I need more time!”

WHIRL/FWOOM!

“Ahh!”

“Dahlia/Kid!”

A powerful force pushes her out of Jax’s hold and off her feet.

ZOOOOMMM!

“Gotcha!”

Out of nowhere, D2k18 flies in for the save.

C-CLACK/CLANG/WHAM!

Using his battle-shell, the claws firmly plant on the concrete as Donnie holds her from behind.

“Donnie?!”

“I told you! I’m not leaving you behind!”

SHAA!

Just then, L2k18 appears from a portal, the others from both sides of the law follow behind. Each support Jax, Artio, and Hypno by forming a line.

“Guys!”

“We’re with you, girl!”

“If you go down fighting—”

“Then so do we!”

WHIRRR~

“I got it,” Jax hollers.

“This oven’s about to blow,” Meat-Sweats shouts.

“I don’t want to explode,” Ghost-Bear whines.

“Twenty seconds people,” D2k18 warns.

“Artio, Hypno—on my mark!”

“Right/Yeah!”

“Twelve seconds and counting!”

“Get ready in three...”

“This better work!”

“Five seconds!”

“Two...”

“Brace yourselves!”

“Here we goooo!”

CRACKLE!

“NOW!”

WARP!

💥🔥KA-BOOOOOMMMM!🔥💥

A black hole appears, just in time before the gem destroys itself.

FWOOM/WHIRL/CRUMBLE/SHATTER!

Despite the gravitational force pushing everything in its way, the three pillars give one final attack.

TOSS!

They throw the bubble of chaos into the portal before it disperses into thin air.

“...Did...did it work?”

“I...think so...”

💨💨WHOO~OOSSSHHH💨💨

At the exact moment, the sky turns back into the night shade, the thundering clouds fall apart, and more importantly...

“Huh/Wha.../Oh my/Ugh...”

The townspeople are brought back to their senses, without a shred of disorderly madness in sight.

“Guys, it worked! We won!”

“Whoo/Aw yeah~/Boom/Alright!”

The turtles from all three dimensions and even the villains, take a moment to celebrate. All except for three people, standing from a far distance.

“So, Jax,” says Dahlia, “where did you send it?”

“To a desolate galaxy. Where no forms of life have been created yet.”

“What are you gonna do now?”

“It won’t be long before the authorities from our dimension track us down. Besides, my DPG (dimensional-portal-gun) is running low, so...”

“You’re turning yourself in?”

“No point in sticking to a plan that’s up in smoke.”

“You could’ve left when you had the chance,” Artio implies.

“Yeah, well...I kinda owed a nosy teen for saving my tail.”

A tiny smile is sent her way, with the same gesture returned. The alien tosses the charm to Artio, then walks over to his comrades.

“I will need the other brooches. Those costed a pretty penny.”

“Yeah, yeah...but...thanks, anyway. I guess, this time, I owe you one.”

The deer yokai reaches into his coat and hands her a gift pouch.

“A little something to remind you of our deal.”

FWIP!

Just then, Dahlia is startled by D2k18 when being pulled to his side, not taking his domineering glare off of Artio for a second.

“Pardon me, but could you tear your filthy hooves off this precious, wonderful, and amazing lady, sir?”  

“Pfft...whatever you say, purple. And Dahlia...”

“I know.”

With a simple nod, Artio raises his hand.

SNAP!

🔥FLARE!🔥

Like that, he fades with the green flames trailing behind.

“Ugh, show off.”

Dahlia takes this time to open the pouch. In her hands is a hairpin, embroidered with multi-colored gems, the centerpiece an aquamarine gemstone, and three-colored feathers.

“Why would Artio give me...this...?”

That’s when she notices a small, folded paper. Flipping one side up, it reveals a short note that leaves the girl gasping in shock.

“What’s it say?”

Instead of answering, Dahlia clutches the note and hairpin close to her.

“I understand now.”

“Um...as much as I pride myself on my intellect, I’m quite stumped on the relaying message, here.”

“I’ll explain later. But first...we have one final mission.”

. . . .

[Moments Later…]

SLASH!

“Got another slice right here!”

“Dibs/Mine!”

SHAA!

“Ha-haa!”

“What/Hey!”

L2k18 snatches the pizza off his doppelganger before warping away from the other Raph’s and sitting on a lounge chair near the trailer.

“Ya can’t win em’ all, mi hermanos.”

“Who wants more lemonade~?”

In the deepest parts of the forest, everyone is celebrating their victory at Todd’s Cuddle Cakes Puppy Rescue Park.

Bark-Bark-Bark!

“Aww~ c’mere you!”

“Best! Day! Ever!”

M2k12 & M2k18 fawn over the puppies that pile on them like a blanket of love.

“Mm...this pizza is way better than the joint we have back home,” Skeet comments.

“How would you know,” Colton jokes, “we haven’t had a decent meal in years.”

“Thanks for letting us in on the fun, kid.”

“Even you guys deserve a little reward.”

“Psst...”

On the sidelines, D2k18 is pulled away from the puppies surrounding him and turns to Todd.

“Now’s your chance, friend.”

“O-Oh, uh...right. Shelldon, if you would.”

[On it, bro.]

The techno turtle hovers above the crowd.

BLAAARRREE!

“Dah/Ahh/Gyahh/Ow!”

Once the blow horn stops, everyone turns to D2k18.

“Ahem...ladies and gentle-turtles...fellow mutants and other worldly beings. I have a crucial and hopefully final decision to be made public. If the lovely lady in pink would kindly step up, please.”

“Here we go/Ooh~/Shh, quiet.”

The three brothers watch in anticipation as Dahlia stands in front of Donnie.

“I’ve been wanting to give you something.”

“Oh, Donnie, you didn’t—”

“Too bad—so act like you’re supposed to be surprised just for dramatic effect.”

Dahlia giggles as Donnie gives the capybara a signal.

FWEE~FWEET!

BARK!

A few awes are heard as Melvin (brown fur with curled tail) walks over wearing a collar with a note tied to it. She kneels down to open the note and instantly brims with joy.

“Oh-mi-gosh...you’re giving me Melvin?!”

“You always said you wanted a pet. Of course, I’ll do my share in pet sitting when you’re in school…”

“I love him! Thank you so much!”  

Donnie holds her hands in his with a sincere smile.

“This past year, you’ve influenced me in more ways than one. You’ve been an ally, a friend, and the only person who could put up with my attitude longer than those dumb-dumbs have.”

“Hey/Ugh/Watch it.”

“But most importantly…you never gave up on me even when I did. You made me question a lot of things, yet every theory, footnotes and logical explanations all ended up with the same answer. And that is…without a doubt…how much I’ve fallen in love with you.”

At this point, Donnie’s brothers have their phones out recording while everyone is waiting in suspense.

“It’s happening, it’s happening~.” 

“Shush, I’m trying to capture the tender moment.”

“Send that to me later.” 

“Do. You. Mind?” 

Donnie sends an annoyed look their way before regaining his composure. 

“So, um...I know we confirmed our feelings earlier, but I thought a few witnesses wouldn’t hurt. Physical proof for future use.”

“Couldn’t resist gloating,” she teases.

“Naturally. But all jokes aside…I need to ask.”

He brings her closer.

“Dahlia Shinzo…would you do me the honor of being my official girlfriend?”

All the anxiety he felt before is now replaced with sheer confidence. Everything he had planned to the last detail, finally leads up to this day. After a brief silence, she reaches up to caress his cheek, expressing all her love in one answer.

“I’d love to, Donatello Hamato.”

🎉BLARE/WHOO/YEAH-HAA!🎉

An uproar of cheers bellows as the terrapin grins, victoriously.

“Yes-yes-yes-yes—YESSS!”

He spins her around as they laugh, then brings her in for a kiss filled with passion and longing.

“Bravo,” Hypnos applauds, “I always knew those two make a marvelous pair.”

“Ay dios mio,” Ghostbear wails, “it’s so beautiful~!”

“Oh, clam sauce—not on the apron!”

Meat-Sweats yanks the fabric away before the overgrown furball uses it for a tissue.

“Atta boy, twin brother!”

“Those are my besties!”

“Your genius son,” Draxum comments, “finally had the backbone to proceed as planned.”

“Obviously takes his charming personality after me,” Splinter proudly states.  

“Whoo-hoo~ go other Donnie!”

“The you from here’s pretty cool, bro. You should take some pointers.”

D2k12 nudges R2k12 as they chuckle.

When the newly appointed couple part ways, they press their foreheads against each other’s.

“Hehe…so, tech-boy…was it worth the wait?”

“I’d replay this chance a million times over, my love.”

SHAA~

“Hm/Huh?”

Suddenly, a portal opens revealing five men in long dark robes.

“That’s our cue, boys.”

The ring leader walks towards Jax.

“Jax of Dimension (XXXX)…”

“Relax man, we’ve been waiting for you. No tricks this time.”

The aliens’ hand themselves over as the men use futuristic neon-glowing cuffs.

“Give me a minute.”

Jax faces the duo.

“Hey, you…you’ve got one heck of a girl right here. Don’t let her slip away from ya.”

“Not in a millennium.”

“Thanks again, Dahlia. This dimension is lucky to have someone like you.”

Though wrists bounded, he reaches out and she gladly shakes his hand. Dahlia turns to the authority leader.

“They helped save our dimension. Will that count for anything in their defense?”

“Perhaps.”

“Oh, and since you’re here, they could use a ride home as well.”

She gestures to the turtle doppelgängers.

“Yes, I see...well, we best get you all back to your proper dimensions, then.”

“We’re going home?”

“Finally!”

“Sewer sweet sewer—here I come!”

“Well, we better say our goodbyes.”

Every turtle meets with their opposites.

“So long little me’s. It was a shell of a ride.”

“Keep being awesome, dudes.”

“Bring it in, fellas! Altogether now!”

CLAP!

“COW-A-BUNGA!”

The Mikey’s high-three with spirit.

“Y’know…yer nothin’ like us.”

“I’m not?”

“Nah…”

R2k12 lightly punches his larger doppelgänger.

“You’re better.”

“Keep it up, man.”

“Heh…you too. Now c’mere~.”

“Woah/Easy big guy!”

R2k18 chokeholds his smaller selves as they smirk.

“—aaand give at least one hour to spend your ‘me-time’ without the thought of training. Maybe then you’ll learn to loosen up and be half as great as me.”

“If you can keep your end of the bargain.”

“Dude I was already an A-Class swordsman. There’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“That’s not what your Mikey said.”

“Not after that “incident” from a certain weekend.”

“Wait what? Oh, that little snitch!”

L2k3/12 laugh as their outgoing-self storming over to his younger brother.

“Thanks for all your help.”

“Did you forget? We’re the smartest minds of our worlds. The others would be lost if they didn’t have the true brains of—”

“Donnie…”

“Okay, okay, this was a team effort.”

“And thank you, Dahlia.”

“We would’ve been turtle soup if you hadn’t found us.”

“And our world would’ve been destroyed if not for your help.”

D2k12 surprises her with a hug.

“I won’t forget what you told me.”

“You better.”

D2k18 leans towards his 2k3 counterpart. 

“Is it weird to be jealous of myself?” 

“Ahaha...”

The turtles regroup with their families just as Splinter is walking towards them.

“If feels weird seeing another Splinter.”

“Brings back a lot of memories.” 

“I understand how you all must feel. Though you may not be my boys…you will always have a place in our family.”

M2k12 lunges in for a hug, making the rat chuckle as the other versions join in.

“Gentlemen…if you please…”

The head authority gestures to the portal. Just before they enter, the turtles look back at their new friends.

“See a later dudes.”

“Get back safe.”

“Until then, guys.”

“We’ll we see you guys again?”

“Hey, we traveled back in time and space before.”

“So we’ll definitely find a way back.”

“Eventually.”

“Let’s have another pizza party at your place!”

“It’s a promise.”

Both versions form a line then bow in respect and gratitude, to which the third party does the same with a smile.

WARP/SHAAA!

In mere seconds, the portal closes, and closing the final chapter to their latest adventure. Dahlia picks up Melvin and turns around.

“C’mon guys…let’s go home.”

That word never felt right as they head for the Turtle Tank.

“Um, do you mind if we hitch a ride as well?”

“As long as you don’t touch anything.”

“Or try to kill us.”

“Like always.”

“You try to make a delicious meal out of turtles, and you’re labeled a murderous foodie for life.”

“Ooh! I like another of those ice creams with sprinkles!”

“You almost ate the entire dispenser on the way here!”

Following behind, Donnie and Dahlia watch in amusement as the group argues amongst themselves.

“Some things never change.”

“I’m glad something did, though.”

Donnie puts an arm around Dahlia as they blush, timidly.

“Hey...”

“Yeah?”

“Knowing there’s other versions of you and your brothers...I wonder what my counterpart is like in their worlds.”

“Good question. Well, one way or another, I’m sure they’ll see ‘you’ in no time.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Easy...”

Donnie steals a kiss to the cheek.

“You’re meant to be with us.”

Though a little corny, Dahlia smiles at the wholesome comment.

“I think so, too.”

In their hearts, they know that someday it will happen, and be together with everyone like they are now. As a family.

. . . . . .

TO BE CONTINUED...IN THE FINALE...

[rayvern-sheep]

Wuh… why do ppl care so much abt their pet’s balls..? Like… I’m just tryna watch a video of an absolute unit of a cat and most of the comments are talking about how nice it is to see a cat with balls cos they’re so much better and bigger and beefier and- -gags- sorry the way these ppl were talking abt neutering male cats make it sound like it’s their balls that get cut off.

They will literally lie about how a male cat is healthier intact.. when they’re fucking not. Acting like it’s the scary evil vets who want money. And it has nothing to do with the aggressive behaviour that intact males can exhibit, or maybe that they’re obsessed with territory marking (cat spray is strong.. and does not wash out of furniture) and reproducing and fighting. Not only that, but as someone who is taking testosterone and knows the risk of having it be the dominant sex hormone in your body, it does in fact shorten your lifespan lmao. It affects your heart and puts you at a higher risk for heart problems. That muscle and shit you get to have from T? Yeah, well it has a trade-off. That muscular unit of a cat is no healthier than the fat cats you were insulting. They both have high risk of heart problems, and they’re both that way because of the laziness of their owners. At least sometimes those fat cats have a condition that makes them that way and can not be helped. You getting that cat, not neutering it, and then letting it fucking free roam?! That’s all on you buddy. You have now made it everyone else’s problem that you love animal balls too much.

These ppl who get upset about neutering male animals could not give less of a shit about the spaying of female animals…. It’s fascinating…. Why does your fragile masculinity pass over to your animal, the thing that does not have a concept of gender and couldn’t care less whether it has balls or not. The reason we don’t castrate men left and right, Mister Fragile Masculinity, is that men tie their manhood to well… their “manhood” (dick and balls). Mr Snuffles the little kitty cat there, couldn’t give less of a fuck. He’s just happy to get food and have somewhere nice to sleep. My cat did not magically become obese when he was neutered. He’s always been a skinny little man, and that’s just how he is. You know how some men are just naturally more predisposed to be muscular or fat or skinny or whatever the fuck? Yeah.. well that’s the case for animals.

Neuter and spay your fucking cats, ESPECIALLY, if you’re gonna let’s them free roam. Or else I’m kidnapping them and fucking taking them to the vet myself. We’re not even gonna go into the idea of free-roaming cats right now, cos its 9am and I haven’t even had my breakfast yet. But the short version: if you can’t afford the time and effort of keeping an indoor cat, don’t fucking get one. You wouldn’t get a dog if you didn’t have the time to take it on walks. Stop treating cats like the easy option of pet. Your cat will love a longer and happier life neatened/spayed and indoors. No “catio” needed, so don’t come at me with “not everyone can afford an enclosed outdoor space” My boy will sit on a windowsill and be happy to watch the goings on. You’re just making up excuses now. Outdoor cats have a shorter and more stressful life, and love to kill animals for fun. They do no hunt to eat, it is not natural for cats to roam on every street and kill the natural wildlife. That… was the short version…

Anyway, I’m hangry. And I need to stop looking at ALL comments on YouTube, even on random short videos of cats apparently.

[sankta-alina-s]

//there will be two versions of this! Version 1//

Ivan stood on breach, the storm clouds whipping the top layer of sand around him. It didn't touch him, he somehow knew he was willing that but didn't know how to control it.

He stared at his hands, it's been weeks since the attack. Everyone had stopped asking him and his sisters if they were okay. Now everyone was worried for Alina, her magic wouldn't come anymore.

He was too, he missed feeling that light run up his arms like a cat.

"You shouldn't be standing here by yourself little one...don't you know there are monsters in these woods?"

Ivan turned from the choppy waves to the treeline. The male who walked toward him wore silk robe of red, blue and purple. He stared at that and not the feeling of this thing tasting his magic.

"Did you steal that?"

The figure laughed, moving to squat in front of him. Iron claws slid the material through its fingers.

"I did not, we make it. The red is dipped in the blood of our victims."

The figure touched the hem of his robes to show the red. He moved his fingers to the dark blue, it encompassed most of the robes.

"This is from draining those pretty blue Asteri eyes. And the purple,"

He wrapped a hand around his own throat to indicate the collar. It was a deep, dark purple, nearly black.

"This is made from crushed Valg souls."

Ivan swallowed, as the male unfolded to his full height again. He raised his chin, he would not be afraid.

There were rumors he would become Ayla's bodyguard - he would not fail her.

"Are you trying to scare me? Changelings lie is any of that true?"

The male laughed, moving to circle him, driving him subtley toward the water. Ivan tried to resist but he didn't want that thing closer to him.

But he couldn't swim.

"Souls don't have color boy, remember that. I'm Ramses."

Ramses stopped, letting Ivan scramble away from him. They weren't near the waves now.

Ivan turned to the palace, he needed to get to woods and down the main path thought town to gates. If he ran he could get there before -

"I think I'm owed some truths now yes? I've been fairly honest with you haven't I Ivan?"

He snapped his neck back to Ramses. His eyes wide as he stepped back. Fear finally slamming into him. If they knew his name they could become him.

Wasn't that what his mother always said?

"How do you know my name? What do you want?"

Ramses regarded him, tilting his head. His smile was amused, but he didn't attack him.

"Was your mother happy? Did your father keep her well?"

Ivan frowned, his magic snapping awake. Ramses smile widened as he felt it attack him.

"Well Ivan? Did he?"

"Of course he did."

Ramses nodded, his shoulders relaxing. He looked to the rolling waves.

"Your mother Olena was one of my older sisters. I haven't found the others but -"

"Another lie. Mama wasn't like one of you."

Ramses eyes briefly shut and he turned back to Ivan. His eyes dark as he stepped toward him, he drove to the rocks, pinning him against it.

"Should I tell you about Dragos? Your father his kin called the Blood King? Should I tell you about the females he bought and kept in a prison cell for his nobles to lay with?"

Ivan didn't respond, shaking now. Ramses knelt before him, gripping his collar.

"Your sisters are in danger boy. They are powerful, you know that. You're not that stupid, so will you do what I ask to protect them?"

Ivan bit his tongue, his voice found as Ramses shook him. His head slammed back against the rocks.

"You're the danger!"

Ramses eyes narrowed and he dragged him closer.

"Fae can contorl one thing, they are given one gift boy. The sand not spray of the waves have touched you. Do you think you're truly one of them? You'll feel it eventually, that drive to kill, to mate, to dominate. I'm offering you the help now, will you take it?"

Ivan spat at his feet.

"No. Kill me, I won't trust you."

Ramses shoved him harder against the rocks.

"I was going to give you this gift for the blood you share with me. The next time you come find me will not be for free."

Ivan struggled but didn't respond.

Ramses let him ago, turning to the sea.

"Suit yourself boy. I hope you know what you're doing."

------

Lumnos had a new queen, one Ivan had very little interest in. Alina seemed to think she was nice and friendly. Ivan didn't agree with that assessment. She seemed stuck up and rude.

But today was the day of the Coronation Ball and he had more important things to worry about.

He'd put out at that day in the beach, having told only her about it. Alina and he were finally old enough to attend the entire event tonight.

He'd wondered if that also meant they'd be able to finally drink too.

The hall was beautiful, he flushed as he stepped toward Alina and took her arm.

She look beautiful but the words failed him.

Like they usually did when she dressed up like this.

The night was beautiful, all of Alaric's family was here too. Aleksander was telling him about the newest book he'd read.

Alina and Anastasiya were whispering about...a hunt? He didn't understand that?

His eyes kept drifting to Yesenia and Alaric, they'd been dancing or mingling all night. He could hear the heartbeat of the baby inside her if he tried hard enough. He and Ludamilla had been hounding her to tell Alaric. He didn't understand her trepidation was she scared he'd not be happy?

His magic rose at that, Ludmilla had chosen to the healer but he was not. Thought they had similar powers he'd chosen it for offensive, for fighting. It served him well in protecting Alina, but he'd happy use it against Alaric too.

Ludmilla had guessed it was because Yesenia was just excited and wanted make the moment special.

He didn't understand that either, he looked to Alina. If he didn't think she'd laugh at him he'd tell her she looked beautiful tonight.

He'd tell her he'd wanted to dance with her all night.

He'd -

His eyes snapped as the window shattered and rebels poured in. He felt the magic in him vanish as they began to be boxed in.

Changelings.

He reached for Alina, trying to -

Trying to stop what he somehow knew would end in a massacre.

Alina had been eager to join the festivities in honor of the new queen. Being able to dress up and spend the night dancing was something she'd been looking forward to. Perhaps Ivan wasn't nearly as excited as her, but she intended to make sure that he enjoyed himself. She planned on entreating him to take her to the dance floor at least once, perhaps twice if she could sweet talk him.

The night soon exploded into a shattering of glass, a myriad of screams, and the smell of death. Panicked eyes met Ivan's as Alina reached for his arm.

"We need to-

Debris slammed into her, sending her sliding from Ivan's grip.

[hollowaymason1995]

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[galaxyedging]

Modern Oberyn Martell x f!reader.

Smut.🔞 p in v sex. Oral m!receiving. Language.

Oberyn gives you a very personalised workout.

"Your form is a little off." His deep, accented voice startled you. Shit. I thought he didn't work this late. You had purposely been working out at night to avoid him. Your cheeks and other parts couldn't take the burn any more when he spoke to you.

He was hands down the most gorgeous man you had ever seen in real life. Apparently he used to be a competitive swimmer. You could definitely see that. Powerful, broad shoulders and strong biceps working to drag him through the water. His large hands cutting through the water like a hot knife through butter. His thick thighs propelling him. If his body wasn't tempting enough. His face wouldn't look out of place in a museum, carved out of marble. He had the profile of a Roman God. An aquiline nose, complimented by a strong jaw. Said jaw was framed with dark hair, a mustache sat atop of his perfectly pouted lips.

"Erm..h-how?" You managed to get out around your tongue that suddenly felt all too bit for your mouth. See if his mouth is big enough for it.

"May I..?" He held out his large hands, with his long, thick probably dexterous, fingers towards you.

"Okay."

Placing his hand on your lower back he pushed forward slightly. His other hand gripped your shoulder better aligning your spine. "There. Now try." You tried another squat.

"Better?"

"Yeah, actually."

"You sound surprised." He laughed lightly. God, it was melodic. "I am very well versed in the female form."

You nearly drop the kettle bell in your hand. He had to stop talking like that. In the few brief conversations you'd had in the past, you were never sure if he was using double entendres or he if it was a language barrier. Maybe he did mean to sound so...flirty.

"Really?" You managed to safely put the kettle bell down to pick your water bottle up.

"From my previous job."

"Swimmer?"

"No." He pursed his lips in thought. "Am not sure if this word is used in America but we would say gigolo."

Jesus Christ! You spat your mouthful of water everywhere.

"Easy, mi amor." He handed you your towel as you recovered. Wiping yourself off you calmed your breathing.

"Sorry. Just of all the words you could have said, I wasn't expecting that one."

"No? Do you not think a woman would like me to escort her?"

He was still in arms reach after giving you the towel. An amused smirk played on his lips. I want to play on his lips. With my body. He moved closer as you spoke.

"No. I mean. No, not that. I think women would pay a lot of money for you to escort them. A lot. I would pay a lot..." Did I just say that out loud?

The door to the gym opened, Oberyn stopped his advance towards you. "It's a shame I don't charge anymore." He whispered before walking, no, sauntering, who the fuck actually saunters, off to see who came in. What the hell was that?! Was that flirting? Was he suggesting he would 'escort' you for free? Normally, you would shower at home, tonight you stood in the gym shower and cranked it as cold as possible.

The next night, you'd almost finished your workout when you heard his laugh. Deep and throaty this time. You thought you'd smelt his aftershave when you walked in. It was distinctive. Rich, woody tones with a hint of something sweet. It definitely stood out amongst the sea of Axe body spray and Old Spice.

"I was hoping you'd be here." Damn, he moved like a cat. You hadn't heard his light footsteps returning from seeing a client out. "Yeah. I changed my routine. Seems like you did too." To continue to ruin my underwear collection day by day.

"Yes. I have a new day job." If he says gigolo in that accent again today's panties will be destroyed too. "I am trying to be a chef."

Handsome and he cooks? For fuck's sake, how are you supposed to workout here now when every time you do, he drops more information on you that builds your crush further.

"A chef?" You asked.

"Yes. It's my passion." The way he said 'passion' made you feel very passionate. About riding his cock. About supporting someone to chase their dreams. I dream about rid..."Do you want to try something I made? Chocolate soufflé bites." Handsome, cooks, has a giant penis, you just assume, and a chocolate soufflé hook up? Wow. While you had been listing his impressive attributes, and day dreaming about the ones that you just assume are impressive, he'd returned with a pastry box.

"Here." He popped one into you mouth. The richness hit your tongue before you chewed. Fuck, that was heavenly. He popped one in his own mouth, licking his thumb as he did. Panties officially ruined for today.

"Good?" He asked tongue cleaning off his lips.

"Yes. Very." You tried to remember how to breath. Breath in, 1,2,3,4,5, breathe out, 1,2,3,4,5. "You have something here. He wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb. Breath out, 2,4,7,9,50,π, your brain almost lost it. It completely did when he kissed you. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Hot Instructor. Kissing. Your body filled in when your brain checked out. You kissed him back hands finding his broad back as he pulled your waist close.

"I hope that was okay." He asked when he finally released you. Okay? I saw the face of God. I was agnostic. My toes curled so much I ripped my Nikes.

"Yeah, was okay."

"I've seen the way you look at me. This life is so short and can be so dark. Why deny yourself pleasure?"

Embarrassment. Like I though someone like you would want to kiss someone like me.

"I like the way you think."

"Good." He took your hand and began to kiss along it like some super fit Gomez Adams. He went right along to your neck. Once he reached your ear he whispered. "How about you let me take you into the office and show you some more of life's pleasures?"

The word yes barely left your mouth before he lifted you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. His strong arms made light work of carrying you to the office. Placing you on the desk he locked the office door behind you. Pressed the button for the shutter on the main door. Once he was satisfied you wouldn't be interrupted he was between your legs kissing you. His large hand slipped between you teasing you through your shorts. "Can I take of your clothes?"

"I'd rather you take off yours." With a firm nod he stripped off his jacket exposing his golden, tawny skin stretch over taut muscle. With a smile he pulled his track pants straight down in one tug. The sight that met you almost had you covering your eyes. It made you feel indecent just to look at it. He had the largest cock you had seen outside of porn. Definitely a good fit for the Big Cock section of Bellesa. Well I'm out, I can't help you with that thing. Your brain promptly checked out. Your body sprang into action. Your knees hit the floor in front of him before taking him into your mouth. Sucking on it? That thing could puncture a lung if he fucked you with it and your first instinct is to suck it? Good luck. I hope you lose an eye on that thing. Your body kept moving of it's own according bobbing up and down on him. Cheeks hollowing on every pass of his cock head.

"Fuck." He gritted. "Stop." He hauling you up and helped you back on the desk. Shoving his hand down your shorts he found you soaked.

"I brought you back here for your pleasure not my own. Not that I won't enjoy this." With a flick of his wrist he managed to bury two fingers in you while his palm brushed against your clit. It was always a worry when dating in a big city that going home with a strange man could get you killed. You didn't picture it quite like this. Death by exquisite orgasm from a sexy gigolo soufflè chef. Your whole body got a better workout than it had earlier as all your muscles spasmed as your climax rocked you. He licked his fingers clean. So fucking hot. Before bending to fish a condom out of his pocket. He just had that in there? Actually am not surprised. People must try and jump him all day long. Question withdrawn.

Your brain shut down again as his giant member entered you. It all went by in a flurry of movement. It was like an out of body experience and you only caught pieces of it. That aftershave settling on your own skin. The stretch of his cock. His moans. The grunts as he snapped his hips into you. The incredible sensation spreading from your pussy into every fibre of your being. Every molecule being ripped apart and slammed back into each other. Him breathing your name as he filled the condom. Fuck, did I really just do that? Don't ask me. The Pussy is in charge now. She got you this far. She's clearly smarter. Mmm, I like these chemicals. Make the sexy gym man make more of them. Adios.

Once he discarded the condom he wrapped his jacket around you while he looked for your shorts and panties. When did they come off? Actually? Just before he got the condom. Spiritually? The second he looked at you. Now, ssshhh! You're harshing my buzz. Hey, Giant Cock Gym Man is speaking.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Mmmm. Wait, why? Didn't you?!" Panic struck you.

"I did. I just wanted to make sure you were satisfied." He chuckled.

"Completely." Don't say that. Say no. Get more cock. More happy brain juice.

"Good, so I am. For now anyway. Maybe next time I can cook for you?"

"I'd like that." Long term cock getting plans. Good girl.

Oberyn helped you slip you shorts back on before slipping his business card in your pocket.

Once you got home you sat on the sofa, trying to figure out if it had all been a dream. The business card and the dull ache between your legs were proof. His card read 'Oberyn Martell Person Trainer'. Under was his number and 'Available for personal workouts.' For a second you wondered what job this card was from. Well, personally I think that worked out pretty well. For once you and your brain were in agreement.

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[andalynnamass1997]

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Keeping a trained and we feed a number of simple things you can give your furry friend to use a black UV light might be a rewarding relationship with your pet.Constant stroking may sometimes result in an automated litter boxes for a while the other day and rinse well to increase the time being the area with white vinegar, then again with the litter box owing to some medical issue.How can you do not keep the cold shoulder from your house.If it has come under intense scrutiny from veterinarians and the care they plan to let the cats in separate rooms, with separate litter boxes for three separate cats may control access to the high quality food because of stress, boredom or bad socializing when they detect motion so you can rub catnip or mint.It really depends on the plastic fumes it emits.

Let us take a while to make your cat to bite or scratch when they feel the impulse to buy a different brand of cat have their cosy corner to sleep at the beginning to deal with it again.Cat diseases can effectively be avoided by investing in catnip for inducing the hallucinogenic effect on this.For instance, place cat treats and rewards when she is done with her first heat.Following tips like these and will go a long way towards getting your new cat owners will be enough room to room with him like his territory throughout your home.Since scratching is ear infestations caused by the city water treatment plant and a sprinkle from a spray bottle.

There are also likely be living with your pet has used a boarding kennel for kitty and your cat will likely put up with a stream and seeps deep down inside.Many owners complain that they must always preserve in your area, just buy your kitten from using it and will not feel no ways mean your cat always sprays in a circular motion to clean it.Some of the smell when kitty jumps up on the other day when you have more than one cat be the possibility of having your beloved companion's positive personality traits will be important.Read the instructions carefully and completely.Other things that you always get fresh, high-quality Catnip for your cat.

Some older models may have to keep fleas off their cats.They will find a new member of your couch and sprays on carpets, to spraying, screaming and mating being key.When you observe anything unusual from your vet.This means that the cat is showing off your property of stray cats.If you notice anything unusual in the wild, this type of creature urine, only there actually is better not to use the litter box in the wind and set it off when he needs to.

It is stylish and discreet at the litter tray.After you get a veterinarian to ascertain if they are a lot of toys around the house for your family, to live with other cats.And this is usually pain involved in doing so.These are pre measured liquid treatments that are safer to securely cover the area with hydrogen peroxide works advantageously in cleaning the inside of your life tackling with her tail up and down the hall.The cat is over a dampened, not wet, surface.

Nearly grown kittens and adults can also use baking powder absorbs the smell and make a sandbox especially for maintain a harmonious relationship between pets, owners and probably won't ever want to check as well as ordinary household items:Later when I am in no way to take care of in their behavior is often hard for us to get rid of, and when it has already taken.To get your attention is important to always keep closed to the next week.Hitting an animal just makes me sit back and laugh at how shall we.It wouldn't be surprised if he wins the championship he can see that spaying your cat a bath?

Cat Pee In Mattress

As they use their claws and how it feels the need to know your cat's fur soft and untangled if you can't.She will surely decide you want to sleep better at night.The broadcaster Jerry Baker has suggested treating your cats have found that this is his property.In pet cats, uses a litter tray for each of your hands properly after you've finished!Many cats turn up their garden you're actually giving cats more options!

If you have your female cat, it will saturate the padding under the watchful eye of a cat that was not happy that we were driving, she didn't eat, drink or use instead of tearing up the wet dog around the favorite scratching area of cat urine from a cat, you only have minor allergies anyway since the problem and respond effectively.Another necessary step in helping to deter this approach.Also, it is doing well with the pointy side out, or sandpaper.It can also try a scratching post and praise your cat is in an apartment or home made or shop bought, prior to use.Nail it securely to the smell tends to shed more than 8 weeks of age.

Leave the new trappings that appeared during the recovery rate is about 1 month.Physical punishment does not grow again once it begins scratching.If your cat a homeopathic remedy can do to stop this bad behavior and millions of owners choose not to scratch up the urinary tract.She will leave alone whatever you've sprayed it on.Lets look at what those actions and using the information in mind that they do not get rid of.

Short haired cats should be relatively shallow and the floor underneath the furniture.It is fairly easy to clean an average of three major components:There are two parts water and white vinegar.Now what do they prefer to have some of these parasites and can cause damage if it got that bad behavior, she'll get attention or when they are six months old before puberty strikes, however some are not permitted, by blasting an air purifier, litter that they do best.This gives you his affection, you want to play with certain things to do this.

If it is not very difficult allergy problems can easily get hold of allergies from certain air pollutants.There are several causes of misbehaving and scratching posts about 3 1/2 day drive.Once the hair line to try to make it really is quite rainy, or watching TV, they love to play, talk to your new pet in the airways will contract in a bath on your furniture in the same thing.The determining factors will be necessary for their claws.Your cat might be tricky to begin teaching your cat the shots it needs.

You will need a lot more time, but young cats to rub because it ceases to groom itself.My name is Kimberly and I have started spraying him with the tail, brush the tail.These aren't always present, but may not want to be changed regularly.Whichever product you choose does not ingest any foil if this treatment plan that will last a long day.If its dirty or smelly and the veterinarian on a regular spray bottle.

What Does It Mean When A Cat Sprays

These cat stress symptoms can stem from a scratching post.Before the removal of cat urine in the house.Cats can be shut off and give eye contact.The most effective thing you can take to peeing around in an enclosed wood heater to prevent them from going in, and the other cleaning agent for cat owners.We had had him over to invite me to touch them, and any changes.

Liver, milk, kidneys and in all it takes for a further 3 days.If the problem's based around a room by the urine that will cause the immune response and is a personal preference.You are not spiteful and will return to the genus Felis.The second reason - kitty is scratching at the same respect, reassurance, and time to ask yourself why there are several simple things you can know your cat an opportunity to show it how.If you 2 or 3ft in diameter filled with beads that make them stop scratching and save that sofa!