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My Partner Turned Into A Cat And I Don't Know How To Fix It (4)
ă content; established relationship , fluff , humour , slight shenanigans , gn!reader ă
ă characters; alhaitham , arataki itto , baizhu , cyno , dainsleif , diluc , kaedehara kazuha , kaeya , kamisato ayato , kaveh , neuvillette , tartaglia , thoma , venti , wanderer , wriothesley , xiao , zhongli ă
ă premise; " You have been struck with a curse of some sort which has turned you into a cat, your partner has no idea how to fix it nor how long it might take. Yet he also cannot help but be rather amused by the situation despite the uncertaintyâŠ" ă
ă note; im sorry. this is so long... lol. ă
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Alhaitham;
He usually wouldnât allow pets in the house⊠not because he dislikes themâAlhaitham simply wouldnât want to have to clean up the hairs that fall off you after moving between every spot you lie down in.Â
 Nevertheless⊠here he is, with a brush in hand as he tries to get it out of the sheets. You sit next to him apologetically (getting more hairs into the same sheet where youâre currently sitting, of course) and watch as he scoops it into a small bag. Alhaitham sets the bag aside and picks you up easily with one hand, his large palm lifting under your tummy and plopping you back down on his lap as he turns back to brushing your hairs away.Â
 Feeling eyes on himself, Alhaitham looks down to see your large, round cat-eyes looking up at him, tail swaying.Â
 He put you in his lapâdoesnât that mean itâs petting time?
 Whereâs your damn attention?
 Slightly exasperated, Alhaitham tries to multitask and pet you while he's scooping your hairâbut more keeps tossing around with every upstroke of your thick fur⊠why did you have to turn into a hairball? Couldnât you have been a hairless cat? Heâs almost tempted to just put you in the bag.Â
 Heâs a respectable âpet ownerâ, but does lack in one aspect thatâs quite important to you, at least⊠perhaps not all cats
 No kisses??Â
 Youâd at least like some on your headâhe doesnât have to kiss your nose or anything. Though you shouldnât be surprised, Alhaitham isnât very forthcoming with his affections and most of your casual kisses are by your initiation and his response to it.
 So now you have to effectively smush your furry little head into his face to communicate that you want kisses.Â
 It takes him a few tries to understand what you need, but thankfully he got it rather easily, smart lad.Â
 Kaveh sometimes catnaps (kidnaps) you for⊠cat naps. He says itâs nicer than hugging his own pillowâand you donât particularly mind, but Alhaitham does. Once he canât find you after a general sweep of the house he figures Kaveh took you again and like a seasoned thief, swaps you out with a pillow while the architect is asleep.Â
 âHmph⊠he should get his own cat,â Alhaitham says to himself after shutting the door quietly, holding you like a baby in his arms, your paws in the air. He looks down, grey hair tilting over his eyes as he smiles only slightly. âWhat? You are my cat. Perhaps I should call you kitty from now on, even after youâve changed back.â
 You tried to climb onto the back of the chain in the study when Alhaitham was doing some studies once, but quicker than you could reactâeven with these new cat reflexesâhe grabs you by the scruff of your neck and hoists you off. âYouâre scratching the furniture,â he moves you from the back of the chair and plops you down on his lap. âDo refrain from doing that.â
 Hmph. You wanted to bite his hair a bit⊠it smells nice. But fine. Lap it is, you can settle for that.
 It takes you about two and a half minutes not to be satisfied with that, and lounge over his book instead, hoping heâll stop and pay attention to you instead. You have a feeling he would do the same if he were in your position.Â
 Alhaitham seems annoyed for a few seconds, but he only needs to stare into your big, cute cat-eyes for a few seconds to fold. What can he do? It doesnât take much for you already to rope him into whatever shenanigans the day brings, and especially not like this.
Arataki Itto;
You just wanted a nice, cool nap.Â
 Itâs hot as balls in Inazuma, and you found an excellent spot under a slanted roof. You got comfortable and were half asleep already when youâre suddenly dragged off the crate and raised in the air like a divine heir.Â
 Flailing in protest, your screaming of; âPUT ME DOWN YOU OAFâ isnât translated very well into frantic meows and hisses.Â
 And of course, Itto has no idea what youâre trying to communicateâin fact, he thinks youâre just a bit surprised yet happy to see him. He sets you on his shoulder and you hold on for dear life. Heâs broad, but broad muscles are also rather round and his outfit isnât easy to grab ontoâyou just thank feline evolution that you have good balance and can hold yourself somewhat steady.Â
 He sometimes just parades you around on his head like a strange hat, he doesnât even seem to mind the death grip you have on his scalp.Â
 Best naps, laying out in the grass on a warm summerâs day as the bright rays of the sun shine down on you. Itâs comfortably warm, your fur keeps you cool enough that you donât get lightheadedâdespite popular belief, Itto is not a snorer, but he is a hugger.Â
 Youâre caged against his broad chest and thereâs little escape or ways to wake him without scratching, biting or wailing like youâre trapped under a boulder.Â
 Itto is a seasoned pet owner, he has multiple beetles that he takes good care of and thus heâs surprisingly adept at handling you. He doesnât toss you around (except to put you on his shoulders or head) and doesnât lock you out of the house or forget to feed you. In fact, youâd say heâs a top-notch owner, though you might be slightly biased.Â
 The summer days are warm in Inazuma, and sometimes one just needs to do something to keep their mind off of the heat. Even with your coat protecting you from most of it, even you are starting to get dazed by the sharp, overbearing heat of the sun. And Itto is also very good at filling empty time.Â
 He takes you out to the beach, though it wasnât the best ideaâhe thought it was genius, the ocean is cool enough, there are not many around on the eastern beaches because of the awkward positioning and further distance from the city⊠but he didnât take it into account that you absolutely refuse to get in the water, and thereâs no shade. So that idea gets abandoned quickly.Â
 For some reason he loves to touch your nose; poke it, kiss it, rub it⊠anything. And every time he does, you have to wet it againâit almost becomes a funny game to him to touch your nose and watch as your tongue darts out to wet it again.Â
 Being unable to communicate with you isnât a problem, heâs a yapper and can talk enough for the two of you. You try to meow along in response to show that youâre listening, but even if there was no brain behind your eyes, heâd still talk your ears off.Â
 He creates a makeshift cat-bed for you out of some blankets and cushions, Itto was rather proud of himself for the craft that went into making it as soft as it isâŠ
 It still always ends up with you on his chest or legs at the end of the night. Without exception.
Baizhu;
He really scratches his head over this situation, how did this happen to you? You had gone out to deliver some medicine to those who arenât well enough or mobile to come fetch it themselves, and had stayed out far longer than usualâBaizhu had started to worry and nearly had gone to look for you⊠when a cat with your eyes and mannerisms stumbles into the pharmacy meowing up a storm trying to explain itself.Â
 Distressed, confused and much smaller than youâre used to being, Baizhu quickly scoops you up into his arms to calm you down. âDo not worry, I recognise you,â he assuresâhe feels a little silly saying this to a cat, and has a twinge in the back of his mind that he might be wrong. But the way youâre waving your paw is strangely⊠human, though muddled by the restrictions of your cat-joints.Â
 Changsheng however, finds this HILARIOUS. She unwinds a bit from Baizhuâs shoulders and nearly bumps snouts with you as she wonders whether you were even fully aware of yourself, and after some arguingâin the form of loud yowling and meowingâthey concluded that yes, your mind is well.Â
 Baizhu tries everything he can think of, but heâs never really encountered a situation like this before and he has to use a lot of his attention to theory-crafting and tests.Â
 The only thing that made a difference, was that one concoction he crafted made your ears twice larger⊠but it didnât change you back. So now you just have unnaturally large ears for a cat.Â
 He smiles sheepishly as he examines you to make sure nothing else is affected. âAh⊠apologies, my dear. I donât mean to laugh⊠but the ears,â he tries his best not to smile too widely, or give a soft laugh. But itâs difficult, you look so disproportionate itâs just adorable.
 Despite your grievance over your proportions, Baizhu canât help but rub your ears and scratch behind them. He gives you some good treats as an apology. You reluctantly accept.Â
 Unfortunately, Baizhu has a job to do and canât just close the pharmacy off from his assistance to tend to you. He multitasks as much as he can, but there are scheduled appointments to be present for.
 But he has a good idea of how to utilise you, after all, youâre the usual delivererâcustomers likely wonât mind if youâre cat-sized.
 Thus, he gets some help from contacts and a day later you have a fancy harness with a delivery box on your back. Baizhu sets some medicine in it and fastens it properly so it wonât slip off and you donât feel too constrained⊠and sets you on your way.Â
 You were getting bored lounging around in the pharmacy anyway, so you revel in getting to stretch your legs a bit. You make the deliveries in record time, able to get through tiny crevices you werenât able to before and hope through shortcuts you didnât even know about.
 As you return to the pharmacy after the final run, Baizhu smiles and kneels down in front of you, removing the harness and scratching where the lines of it had pressed against your fur. The nice feeling of being pet brings a rumbling purr from your chest and your tail sways happily as he gives you some water to drink and attention.Â
 âGood work today,â he strokes between your large ears and rubs his thumb on your cheek. âItâs almost time to close up, letâs go upstairs and continue trying to figure out how to turn you back.â
 The soft ambient light of the room and the sound of Baizhuâs brush stroking against the paper of a scroll makes you much more tired than you expected. You lay curled up on the desk against the wall where he sits and writes formulas and theories, Changsheng slithers up next to you and bundles herself on your backâitâs not particularly comfortable, but youâre too lazy to move, and itâs kind of cute.Â
 Baizhu hums to himself and looks at you, his gaze lingers for only a short time before returning to the scroll in front of him.
Cyno;
He stares at the cat in Tighnariâs hands, his eyes look up to the man holding you and then back down. âWhat.â
 The ranger deadpans and plops you into his arms. âIâve been scouring the library for days while you were in the desert, I donât know what happened, but itâs just how they are right now.â
 Cyno lifts you up by holding your torso under your front legs, he peers at your face as you dangle like an idiot but have no way to really wriggle away. âBlink twice if itâs really you.â
 You blink twice.
 âHuh,â he just makes a sound of affirmation, then tucks you under his arm. âThank you, Iâll take it from here.â
 Tighnari stares at him, unimpressed by his lack of reaction to the fact that his partner is currently a small, furry cat. âYou're not going to ask where I found them, how I know itâs them or how my progress is going when it comes to turning them back?â
 Cyno is silent for a beat before he speaks again. âI know itâs them, I know their eyes.â
 Somehow, the duty of getting you back to normal remained on Tighnariâs back, and Cyno sets you down on the dining table in your shared home. He folds his arms over his chest and analyses you, itâs a little awkwardâyouâre not sure why heâs staring so intensely at you.Â
 âThis is⊠quite the cat-astropheââ
 Oh no.Â
 You have no way to stop him, and though you usually let him get it out of his system once he feels the need⊠you could also stop him once it gets out of hand. In this form, youâre effectively defenceless and unable to protest in any meaningful ways.Â
 Thankfully, he does stop after you dive under your bed and hide for ten minutes in hopes he wonât drag you back and perform stand-up for you for the rest of the night.Â
 Once Cyno is assured this strange transformation isnât dangerous nor necessarily permanent, heâs rather laid back about it. He finds it quite funny (evidently) and thereâs no way around it, youâre cute like this. Not that he didnât consider you cute before, but itâs especially unavoidable now.Â
 Thereâs no real way to stop him from making jokes or puns about this situation, itâs in his soulâand though you wouldnât trade his soul for the world, you get moments of temptation when his brain hyperfocuses on one thing to centre his jokes around.Â
 They get a bit tired.
 You follow him around everywhere, itâs not like youâve got better places to be. He thinks itâs rather adorable to see you trotting around at his heels as he walks through the city, though he tells you to remain home when he has work to doâit can turn dangerous sometimes, depending on the day, and he recognises that your body is smaller and more fragile than it used to be.Â
 He does always come back right away, he wraps up any follow-ups and paperwork as quickly as he canâif only for the moments of arrival. Of opening the front door and being greeted by you sitting at the entrance of your home, staring up at him with a swaying tail. Waiting excitedly.Â
 Dainsleif;
Youâve never seen this expression on his face, in the moments after you touched a strange-looking artefact, thereâs a poofâand your body shifts to that of a small cat. It wasnât painful, nor do you feel as if you were cursed in any way.Â
 â... meow?âÂ
 Dainsleif stares at you, lips parted slightly, heâs positioned with one foot forward as he had been in the process of rushing towards you to hopefully stop you from touching what you shouldnât⊠but he was a tad late.Â
 He straightens and takes a breath. Okay⊠from one mystery to another.Â
 He approaches you and picks you upâa bit awkwardly, as if he doesnât know how to hold a catâand youâre too confused and disoriented as to what just happened to process you being turned back towards the round artefact. Dainsleif takes your front right paw and makes you touch the artefact again.
 Nothing. No glow, no poofing.Â
 There goes his only idea.Â
 The following days were confusing and mildly frustrating. Itâs been a while since Dainsleif traveled alone, and though he isnât technically aloneâyouâre still there, it doesnât feel the same. Heâs quite struck with the confrontation that heâs become very accustomed to your presence and how much heâs come to rely on it.Â
 Heâs a bit quiet and distant from you for a few days, while it makes you sadâif anything, you should be the one who needs comfortingâyou do try to slowly approach, you know that he can run the danger of isolation.Â
 After starting a flame one evening in the alcove of a cave beneath a bright starry sky, Dainsleif sits down to rest for the night. You walk over with slow steps, careful and quiet, before sitting down next to him.Â
 Far enough that youâre not touching, not even your tail⊠but close enough to be present.Â
 His eyes slide towards you, and his head follows. â... what is it?â
 âMeow.â
 His eyelids squint, unsure what to make of your reply. Your answers always make sense to him⊠but what can he decipher from your feline face? The only familiar part of you is your eyes, shining under the light from the flames. âI see.â
 You doubt he deciphered any meaning from your meows, but heâs engaging with you now. Progress.Â
 Trying your luck, you move closer. He stays as he is, watching you closely.
 You move closer yet, your tail touches his coat.Â
 Dainsleif sighs.Â
 You stop.Â
 He canât particularly feel your presence, not yoursâbut there is a presence next to him. It is yours, despite the fact he canât sense it⊠and perhaps one day, were he to outlive you as if likely, he will have to find your presence in something youâre not.Â
 And though you are this weird-looking cat, somewhere between a sentient human being and a feline animal, youâre still you.Â
 The same, those same eyes, the very same gaze and mind.Â
 He reaches out and sets his palm onto your furry head. Dainsleif pets your head slowly, and you nuzzle into his hand. You sit in silence before the swaying flames.
Diluc;
He canât help but think that you mightâve done this on purpose.Â
 Diluc has been very busy the last weeks heâs been coming back home to the winery late, leaving earlyâgetting up in the middle of the night and waking you up when he goes out for his Darknight hero dutiesâand though you rescheduled it for next week, missed a dinner in the city that had been booked in advance.Â
 He does feel bad, Diluc wants to spend all the time he can with you, all his free time and moreâbut with the winter months drifting by, business in the winery booms as people stock up on wine for the holidays. Businesses buy in bulk for holiday menu changes, and such.Â
 And now, after hurrying back home when he was contacted that âsomething had happenedâ to you⊠heâs standing in front of a cat.Â
 He thought you mightâve been hurt, or sickâhe had run so fast his hair was loosening from his usual tail.Â
 And while youâre not hurt or sick, you are⊠different. Something definitely happened.Â
 He sits down and you climb onto his lap, sitting down and pawing at his chest, small meows leaving your small mouth. Diluc strokes your back and ruffles your fur with both hands. âHow did this happen?â he knows you canât answer him, but he canât help but ask anyway.Â
 You rise up on your hind legs, front paws on his chest as you lick and wet his cheeks. Dilucâs eyes close and his face scrunches up. âH-hey, stop that,â he puts his hands around your torso and holds you away from his face, your little tongue bleping down out of your mouth.Â
 A smile tugs on his lips at the cute expression.Â
 He still has to attend to his job, but while he usually handles most things himself, Diluc does accept help from his staff now that youâre⊠like this. So now he has more time for you, which isnât exactly how he intended to spend that free timeâsearching for ways to turn you back, and having you loafing on his lap and being unable to stand up and fetch his coffee.Â
 Heâs not going to move while youâre so comfortable⊠he wouldnât do that even if you werenât a cat.Â
 Not the biggest fan of the hair you leave around you, he needs to wipe his clothes thoroughly after youâve so much as looked in his direction.
 You get so much attention around the winery itâs not even funny, every employee pets you, gives you treats and treat you like youâre more of a royal cat than just a normal person turned into one.Â
 Diluc came home one evening to see you loafing on the sofa, a shiny bow tied around your neck and a bowl of treats next to you⊠in reach for whenever you wanted it.Â
 He had a conversation with the staff about making sure you donât eat so much that your stomach will hurt⊠and that maybe not make you get too comfortable like this, he wants to turn you back to normal after all.Â
Kaedehara Kazhua;Â
He thinks itâs adorable, Kazuha is a rather laid-back person overall, and heâs certain youâll be okayâso why not have fun while youâre like this?Â
 It started all fun and games when on land, Inazuma is filled to the brim with foods that cats would love, every shop has some form of fish or vegetables that Kazuha can share with youâŠ
 But as soon as you go out on the open ocean, itâs over.Â
 Kazuha has never seen you so violently unhappy on the ship, every rock of it makes you yowl and dig your claws into whatever youâre standing on, be it a crate, table, bed or Kazuhaâs clothes (you ruined two pants, but he doesnât particularly mind).Â
 You have an irrational (or very rational) fear that you might be tossed off the ship and into the ocean at the slightest dip of the deck. Kazuha does his best to calm you and comfort you, he even offers to make a harness and leash for you so that he can yoink you back if you happen to fall overboard.Â
 You donât find his idea as funny as Beidou does.
 Thankfully, you donât get tossed overboard you donât spontaneously die or have any other terrible event happen to youâand youâre so thankful to touch land that you hop off the side of the ship and to the harbour the ship docked by before it can even properly be tied down by the dockworkers.Â
 Kazuha leans over the railing of the ship and calls your name, a bit worriedâhe hopes you donât get lost before he can catch up to you.Â
 It takes a while for the ship to dock and open up for people to leave, Kazuha convinces another person on the ship to take his duties for a while as he rushes out to find you. Heâs not worried you might get yourself in troubleâyouâre rather good at keeping out of it, but he doesnât want you to get lost or have to spend all day looking for you.
 Even though thatâs kind of what heâs starting to do right nowâŠ
 Kazuha shoulders past the crowd in the busy markets of Port Ormos, itâs early noon and itâs starting to fill up. The Crux has stocked up here often before and thus the both of you are quite familiar with it, but the winding streets and large crowds filling the markets can make it disorienting for even seasoned visitors.Â
 After looking around for longer than he cared for, Kazuha finally spots your tail disappearing behind a corner.
 Kazuha picks up his pace and somehow manages to catch up to you, perhaps the soft breeze is on his side, as he swoops up next to you and scoops you up into his arms.
 He smiles, ducking out of the crowds and into a small alley where some crates are stored for the market stalls. âNo need to run away, youâre safe on land now,â he holds you like a baby, your paws in the air as his arm holds your back steadily. âThough you are also very safe on the ship, I wonât let you fall overboard.â
 You meow gently, Kazuha isnât sure if youâre thanking him or expressing concerns⊠but the way you look up at him in this position is pretty cute. âLetâs find some good food, hm?â
Kaeya;
Funniest shit heâs seen all year.Â
 Kaeya tries not to look like heâs very happy this happenedâso long as he knows itâs not dangerous or permanentâor that watching you lick yourself to clean your fur isnât very amusing.Â
 He brings you everywhere, lets you follow him around and even holds you and lets passersby pet youâŠ
 Kaeya is just straight-up treating you like a real cat.
 At this realisation, that he was acting like you were a pet, and not his very real (though cat-like for now) partner and previous human⊠you got angry! you wriggled in his grasp, surprising him and causing Kaeya to almost drop youâhe righted his hold and blinked at you with a confused expression. âWhat is it? Did I hold you wrong?â
 A series of angry meows and swats of your paw later, Kaeya was none the wiser.Â
 He tried to bait you to âforgiveâ him with some nicely cut fish⊠and it kind of worked, that was some good fish.Â
 Kaeya sits by the table youâre on as you gobble down the fish he bought you, he leans on his fist with a smile and watches as you lick your muzzle after getting fishy-oil on it and shake yourself when you accidentally dip your whiskers into the water next to the plate.Â
 The sun almost makes it seem like your fur shines and sparkles under it and as you sit down, belly full and satisfied, Kaeya reaches out and scratches behind your ears. âDid you take behavioural classes before this? To behave like a real cat? Youâre really nailing it.â
 You make a huffed sound, but reach your head further into his hand.Â
 He tries to get you to play with toys, he buys a stick with a bundle of feathers on the end in hopes that youâll chase it when he dangles it in front of you⊠but when he sat down with you on the floor of your shared home and dangled it in front of youâŠ
 You stared at him as if he had just grown three additional heads.
 Kaeya pouts, he wriggles it a bitâand though you follow it around with your head, you still sit where you are and donât move.
 Not until he lowered the toy and the feathered end touched the floor.
 You pounced onto it.
 Kaeya pauses, blinking at you in surprise. You look up like you got caught with your hand in a cookie jar.Â
 And then he just laughs, he wriggles the toy again and you swat at it in frustration for making you leap at it like that, youâre not a real cat!!
Kamisato Ayato;
He doesnât leave you alone.Â
 Youâre trotting along the engawa of the estate on your way to find a nice spot to napâand suddenly, youâre swooped up into his arms. Ayato smiles and strokes your head. âThere you are, my dear. I was searching for you,â he hums and turns around to walk into the estate.Â
 Ayato spends about half the dayâand sometimes moreâin his study tending to paperwork of many kinds. Unusually, you would lend a hand and help with the neverending piles on his desk, but youâre little help like this⊠still, he demands that you âlend your pawâ and sit on his lap the entire time.Â
 It was nice at first, heâs got a nice lap to lay or loaf on, and he would scratch you in spots you couldnât reach yourself, or just stroke your back⊠but after five hours, you really want to stretch your legs.   So, you squeeze out from under his arm and stretch next to him, letting out a big yawnâonly to find a finger poking your tongue?!
 The bastard actually stuck his finger in your mouth when you yawned. Ayato smiled, all smug and somehow innocent at the same time. You meowed in disapproval, but it went straight over his head, as if he had any idea as to what you had just said to him, insult or not.Â
 He also keeps pinching your toe beans, sometimes making your claws stretch out and then back inâeven in the middle of the night, he rubbed your paws and stuck his finger between the beans. What is wrong with this guy.Â
 Other than messing with you and pulling your leg, he does provide the best food and treatsâas usual, you have the privilege of accessing the clan kitchens and being made food by them on a daily basis and it never fails to make you nearly cry with how good it is.    And even now, as you sit next to his desk and his dinner is brought to him (even though youâve tried to ask the staff to not bring it to him, and that he has to eat outside of his study or else his ass will get stuck to the floor) you are given your own tray of dishes as well.Â
 Gobbling down the freshly made meals tailored to you even in this form, Ayato is happy that you seem to have a good appetite. He had been concerned that this⊠situation might stress you out and you wouldnât be able to eat or sleep.Â
 Despite his endless workload, Ayato somehow finds the time to pamper and take care of you between his busy schedule. He sits down with you in the gardens and brushes your fur, rubs your cheeks and kisses your nose (and you need to wet it again every time). As if you were a little fur baby for him to take care of.Â
 He still talks to you as if you were as you always are, though Ayaka uses a baby-voice like one would use with a cat (she tries not to, but fails), Ayato speaks to you normally. He plucks the seeds out of a small cube of watermelon before feeding it to you as he recounts his day, humming in affirmation as you meow back about your own⊠he doesnât understand it, but you need to get it out as well.Â
 Your snout is practically pink by the end of the watermelon bowl, and Ayato gives you that smile⊠oh no.Â
 âItâs been a few days now, and you ran around the garden yesterday⊠and now youâre covered in melon juice. Why donât I ask Thoma to warm a bath to wash your fur?â he asks innocently, and watches in amusement as you shoot out of his lap and flee into the estate. Not a chance.Â
Kaveh;
Kaveh gapes at you. You stare up at him. He blinks. You blink.
 âH-hah???!â he scoops you upâaccidentally upside down, but you just flop in his arms, still blinking at him from your angle, you know he wonât drop you. Kaveh rights you and brings you nearly nose-to-nose as he stares into your eyes. âHow did this happen? You were justâI was⊠thisâŠâ
 He holds you a few centimetres away so neither of you go cross-eyed. â... Do you understand me?â
 You nod and raise your paw, pressing it onto his cheek.
 Kaveh doesnât move his face away and lets your paw just press against his skin. âOkay, youâre⊠uh, aware⊠how do I fix this?â
 âMeow.â
 â...â right. Maybe this was a stupid question.Â
 Kaveh goes a bit overboard, he researches the best ways to take care of a cat, the best foods, beds, toysâeverything. And suddenly, he comes home after a short day at work (he has more important things to tend to!) with⊠so much stuff.Â
 You stare, dumbfounded, as Kaveh carves out a cat-space in his and Alhaithamâs house⊠did he get Alhaithamâs permission to do this? You somehow doubt it.Â
 After everything is set up, he stands and sets his hands on his hips with a wide smile. âWhat do you think?â Kaveh asks, looking down at you sitting by his feet with a swaying tail. âI think it fits very well, the colours compliment our living roomâand I tried to arrange it in a way that mostly hugs the wall and doesnât intercept with the flow of the roomââ
 Heâs rambling again. You donât mind when he gets going and his interior design skills ARE good, despite it not being his expertise, it goes hand in hand with architecture.Â
 But⊠did he consult the other half of this house before doing this?Â
 You found out quickly, you had just settled in the high cat-bed that hung on the wall, giving you a good view over the living room as well as a height advantage to him (now you get why cats enjoy the high ground)... when the front door opens and a very familiar Scribe enters.Â
 Alhaitham wasnât even aware that you had turned into a cat, to him⊠he just came home to see a random cat in the living roomâand that it was arranged completely differently to give you space.Â
 Thankfully Alhaitham has a good few brain cells to rub together between his fingers, and isnât quick to rise, so he looked to Kaveh and tilted his head towards the kitchen⊠where they had a lengthy discussion, where Kaveh explained everything to him and asked him if it was okayâŠ
 Which is a tad late when heâs already rearranged the entire living room and gotten you comfortable there⊠but fine. So long as he takes it all down and makes everything as it should be once youâre back to normal. When asked, Alhaitham said he was too busy to help turn you back and told him to consult the library.Â
 Kaveh is a hugger in his sleep, and youâre a victim (you love his hugs). He practically wraps himself around you and holds you to himself the entire nightâand donât you dare try to leave, heâll wake up and whine about it. He does sometimes squeeze a bit too muchâyouâre not as durable as you usually are, youâre just a little kittyâŠ
 He gets cuteness aggression when you do anything mildly affectionate. Rub against his legs while heâs at his desk, loaf on his lap and slow blink up at him, lick his hand when he strokes your head⊠Kaveh tries his best not to squeeze you or shake you like a keychain, he bit into his own hand once to refrain from biting your full cheek of food once.Â
 He drew a full sketchbook of you over the span of two weeks, he canât help itâyouâre too adorable and he wants to keep the image of you forever.Â
Neuvillette;
Not chill about this, Neuvillette was immediately concerned with how to turn you back and if this curse-spell could have any permanent effects on you. He doesnât really have many tomes to consult, nor are there many people he could ask for advice as to⊠how to fix this.Â
 After some time, and you rubbing your furry cheek on his arm and leg to try and calm down his nerves, Neuvillette does slow down. Heâs usually very calm in the face of the unknown or dangerâbut heâs never had to deal with direct danger (or not, he hasnât figured out if itâs dangerous or not yet) when it comes to you.Â
 Thankfully, youâre still there with him, just⊠a bit smaller, and furrier⊠and you smell a bit weirdâstill like you, but also with a tinge of something else. Perhaps that part of your scent has always been your humanity.Â
 And now youâre a cat.Â
 Heâs never owned a pet beforeâand youâre hardly a typical pet, and thus consults the only person he can think of. Furina (though heâs unsure sheâs ever owned a pet either?).
 And she loves you, she already likes you well enoughâbut like this? Youâre getting picked up, petted, smooched, pampered and loved. Neuvillette just stands a bit awkwardly as Furina gets it out of her system and you get dangerously close to being fed up with her hugging and smooching⊠youâre not an actual cat! You just look like one!!
 After being freed from her clutches, Neuvillette holds you with more dignity for a while until you feel safe enough to walk around the ex-Archonâs home (and wonât get swooped up again). When the initial chaos is over, he sits down with Furina and they put their heads together to try and find a solution to this. They write down how it happened, what exactly changedâyour mind is the same, your scent as well as your eyes. Though your fur has turned a shimmering white regardless of your head and body hair colour before.Â
 You look like a big snowball.Â
 Thereâs no real conclusion to the first session of brainstorming, but they manage to narrow down that though neither was there to see what exactly happened, it was likely a spell, or perhaps an artefact you touched (where would that even happen inside Fontaine?) or something along those lines.Â
 Thus, Neuvillette takes you back home for the night. Heâs a bit stiff around you, he doesnât interact much with animals and though he wonât avoid them if a cat approaches him on the street (heâd mostly greet and nod at them) he hasnât exactly had to care for one before.Â
 He has to rely on asking you yes or no questions that you can nod or shake your head to, and makes it through the first few days like that. And while youâre⊠cute? (Heâs not entirely sure how to describe you) Nauvillette does much more prefer you in your normal state, where he can communicate with you, hold your hand and touch your cheek without getting sniffed at by a wet nose.
 Not that Neuvillette doesnât enjoy petting your fur and scratching under your chin, itâs just not the same.Â
 It is very amusing to watch your head move left and right as you sit on the kitchen counter and watch Neuvillette prepare dinnerâmostly for himself as you donât eat typical foods now. He offers a small piece of a carrot and watches as you crunch on it for a good thirty seconds until itâs mushed enough to swallow.Â
Tartaglia;
Another situation of; the funniest shit heâs ever seen.Â
 He brings you everywhereâChilde has no concept of âpet-free zoneâ because youâre not his pet? Youâre his partner? His beloved? Why is he being shooed out, youâre on a leash and everything (half chewed apart because you refuse to wear it with dignity and do all in your power to get free, how dare he put you on a LEASH).
 Of course, initially, he was confused and rather concerned. He thought you might have been attacked, or targeted and thus had been made into this⊠cat, maliciously.Â
 But you honestly seem pretty undisturbed, so he is as well. Calm cat, calm Childe.Â
 He dresses you up before taking you outsideânot necessarily for fun, but rather because itâs insanely cold in Snezhnaya in these months, and he doesnât want you to be a block of ice after a few minutes. So he goes and buys some puffy coats, socks and a warm blanket for your return. You feel like you look like an idiot (you already look like a catâŠ) in all these clothes, but his cooing and smooching make it less annoyingâmostly because now your annoyances are focused on him.Â
 His siblings donât really understand that itâs you, not at the younger rangeâand Childe just tells them that youâre a cat he and you decided to take care of for a while and that youâre busy elsewhere. Tonia doesnât seem as convinced when Childe keeps smooching your nose and rubbing his cheek against yours.Â
 Embarrassing enough as it is, Childe starts to call you nicknames nowâit isnât entirely unusual, but theyâve always been normal⊠now heâs calling you âCombat kittenâ and âFuzzy comradeâ... worst of all was âGeneral toebeansâ
 You wish you could tell him to stop, but all you have are meows and hisses.Â
 Snezhnayan homes are made to withstand cold and harsh winds, and thus have excellent central heating systems⊠also known as a fireplaceâand a furnace elsewhere. And curling up on some soft blankets or a plush chair by the furnace as snow gathers on the windowsill and winds brush against the exterior of the house⊠there are few places more comfortable to take a nap.
 Unfortunately, Childeâs humming and singing from the kitchen disturbs your perfect peace, but youâre just glad heâs having fun. Youâll live.Â
 And he brings you some treats, places a small kiss on top of your furry head and sits down in the other chair, dragging the one youâre on to be next to his so that he can stroke your back and belly when you eventually flop on your back for more attention.Â
 Heâs pulled every string and contact in the Fatui to try and figure how to turn you back (except a select few who will either be last measures or just straight avoidances despite advice they might give) but hasnât had much luck so far. Thankfully you've only been stuck like this for a week or so, and thus it hasnât been so long to be concerning.Â
 Perhaps itâs just a matter of waiting it out, and Childe is surprisingly patient.Â
Thoma;
The Housekeeper stands in surprise as a cat is suddenly plopped into his arms. âAh⊠is this⊠a new house petâŠ?â the Kamisato estate doesnât exactly have pets, there are some cats that come around and nap in the gardens every now and then and leave after a while, but this cat is staring at him as if theyâve known him their entire life.
 Ayato only hums as heâs already turned to another task, rushing from one thing to another as the busy days of summer come along. He doesnât have much time to explainânor is there much to explain. He had borrowed you for a few minutes to help him with something, he turns around for a moment, and the next youâre a cat.
 Thoma stares at him, silent for a time. Heâs not entirely sure if Ayato is messing with him or notâitâs entirely possible, and par for the course for his lordâbut as Ayato shakes his head and waves his hand in dismissal, he speaks again. âI already have someone looking into it, take care of them in the meantime. Iâll have someone fetch you if there is news.â
 Youâre actually a cat.Â
 After leaving Ayatoâs study and sitting down outside where the afternoon sun has begun sinking towards the oceans beyond the cliff the estate sits on, Thoma stares at you as if heâs not entirely sure what to do with you.Â
 Despite the initial confusion (and the followed concern, but itâs quickly dampened somewhat, Ayato has someone on the case and he trusts him to find a solution) Thoma is a very responsible person. He makes sure youâre not uncomfortable at all despite some estate staff vehemently refusing to let you in specific places⊠such as the kitchen. Fair enough. But there are also certain rooms and areas that have to be kept very clean and they donât want cat hairs to get all over the place.Â
 Thoma brings you around, heâs got many places to be, and heâs sure youâd like to stretch your legs anywayâitâs always nice to leave the estate for a few hours and run some errands. He had to head down to a nearby village and see whether trade agreements were coming along smoothly, they produce a lot of high quality rice and are often stuck in trade deals with large towns and clans for their riceâand for a well enough reason. Recently, Ayato had struck a deal with them and everything was signed and well along its way, Thoma just had to go and make sure they had everything they needed for transport.Â
 It was a good walk, but you kept up easily⊠somehow having four legs rather than two makes you less tired after walking for some hoursâŠ? Or perhaps itâs because your body is so light now, you donât know much about cat anatomy.Â
 The meeting went well and you didnât linger for long.
 Unfortunately, a heavy downpour began to fall on the two of you as you headed back. Thoma quickly scooped you up and tucked you into his jacketâitâs not much of a jacket, it barely reaches below his ribs, but it was just big enough for him to cover you (and lean a bit to cover you better) and pick up his pace to run back to the Kamisato estate.Â
 After making it back inside, the rain was as if a waterfall had opened in the heavens to drop down on the roof. Thomaâs hair is wet and sticks to his cheeks as he sets you down. âAh, that was close,â he laughs softly. âAre you dry?â
 You shake yourself after being pressed against his chest for so long and sniff around your fur, then give him a nod.Â
 âHah, thatâs good, Iâve heard cats donât like water much,â he smiles. âI need a change of clothes, come with me?â
 You let out a happy meow and follow him along further inside.Â
Venti;
Cooes at you and talks to you with a baby-voice, he puts both thumbs on either side of your cheeks and rubs your face like itâs dough⊠even though it makes his nose red and his eyes puffyâdespite the cursed allergy that torments his everyday life (thereâs so many cats in Mondstadt) he doesnât let it stop him from being around you. Pestering some healers for a medicine that could help, he feels⊠less bad, but it doesnât really dampen the itch in his eyes and throat well enough.
 He doesnât take this situation seriously at all, at least not nearly as much as you doâyou should probably trust his reactions and instincts, as heâs far more knowledgeable than you (even though he doesnât act like it at all) and if you were in any danger, he wouldnât be smooching your cheeks and nuzzling you like HEâS the cat.Â
 Thus, you try to calm down, to focus on just getting through the days and not feel embarrassed when you have to clean yourself or relieve yourself as a cat.Â
 But Venti also doesnât make it easy for you, he builds a âthroneâ for you out of books and pillows for you to have the high ground (he doesnât want to put holes in the wall for a hanging bed) and gives you âMondstadtâs finest tunaâ that tasted very much like a normal piece of tuna, but you appreciated the gesture nonetheless.
 Sometimes you really wonder if he was the one who cursed you just so he could mess with you and cuddle you without you being able to fend him off. Not that you would be particularly opposed to cuddles in the first place? He could just ask?? Besides, why would he choose the form of a cat out of every other pet considering his consistent sneezing up a storm around them.
It doesnât add up, you discard your theory.
 You canât sleep in the same bed anymore, both because Venti moves a lot in his sleep and being a cat does not make it safe, he could crush you! (as if heâs heavy enough to do that) and because he might well and truly pass away if he had to be so close to your furry-ass for such a pronged amount of time⊠and thus, Venti makes a nice bed for you out of blankets and pillows next to your usual one where you can rest.
 There was a time where these new cat instincts took a bit too much over, and when you were chasing a crystalfly on a walk along the roads outside the city, you had hopped onto a big rockâand after missing your chance to catch the crystalfly, you hopped onto Venti and tried to eat his braids.Â
 He yelped in surprise, but laughed once he realised what you were doing. âMy hair isnât for eating, itâs no good for your digestion either!â
 You felt embarrassed about this little incident, and he kept making fun of you for itâthough not necessarily maliciously, Venti just thought it was funny that you didnât go for his hat, but his hair instead.
 Climbing to the top of the Mondstadt cathedral or the statue of himself isnât your favourite pastime, but itâs surprisingly much easier in this formâand thus when Venti suggests you go to the top to play some songs, you had been hesitant at first.
 Making it to the top, Venti sits down comfortably as if heâs done it a thousand times (you sometimes suspect he climbs it to make you feel better, because you know he can just float up with a gust of wind) and pats his lap for you to sit down.Â
 You plop yourself onto his thighs and settle comfortably as the sun sinks below the horizon, Venti takes out his usual lyre and tests a few tunes to ensure itâs properly set. âLet me play you something nice, itâll help you sleep.â
 And it is nice, your ears flick as his fingers dance along the harpâs strings, he hums along with it but doesnât sing full wordsâthe vibration of the song calms you and you rest your head on your paws.Â
Wanderer;
âYou are the ugliest cat Iâve ever seen in my life.â
 Heâs being dramatic, youâre not that ugly⊠butâŠ
 Why did you have to turn into a hairless cat?Â
 You feel strange, and perhaps you would also feel the same way if you had a lot of hair, but every single breeze makes you feel you are especially nakedâbecause you are!
 Wanderer isnât exactly happy to have to take care of youâhe will do it, of course, but he will also complain about it. You were perfectly independent and functional as a person before you just had to go and sniff some plant in the wild that poofed you into a cat before his very eyes.Â
 He refuses to seek help to find out how to turn you back, not because he doesnât want anyone to know that youâre a cat, but rather because heâs certain he can handle it himself.Â
 You whack at his arm with your paw, meowing up a storm after a few hours of not being fed the day afterâhe had completely forgotten that he needs to prepare something digestible for you⊠heâs never had to take care of a creature like you beforeâwhat can you even eat?? He clicks his tongue. âDonât swat at me like that. Youâre human, act like itâŠâ
 Youâre not human right now!! Give me food!!
 Eventually, he does begin to take proper care of you, even though he keeps telling you that you look like a peeled potato⊠you donât have many ways of retaliation except whacking him with your paw or hissing when he lightly pinches a big patch of your skin.Â
 Surprisingly, during one strangely cold night when you were curled on the bed and trying to stay warmâeven the slightest drop in temperature was very cold to your hairless body⊠you feel something soft drape over you.   Half-asleep and cold, you squint up and scrunch your nose as your whiskers squish against the blanket, you see Wanderer turn back around after setting it over you. Hah⊠heâs soft under that hard shell as always, even if he tries to act aloof.Â
 After several days of no luck in trying to turn you back, Wanderer does begin to cave to asking for some⊠advice. Not help. Advice.
 With you in his arms, head reaching towards the market stalls of Sumeru city (literally everything smells good and extremely edible) as he passes by, Wanderer takes you to meet with Nahida who is rather enthusiastic about this mystery. She pets you and smiles, humming as he recounts what happened and describes the particular flower you smelled.Â
 âHm, I have an idea, but itâll take a while to execute⊠do you think itâll be okay for them to remain like this for a few more days?â the archon taps her chin in thought, mind swirling with ideas and possible solutions.Â
 Wanderer huffs, not exactly a scoff, and clapped his hand onto your head. âItâs fine.â
 But as soon as you returned back home and he set you down on the living room table, Wanderer points at you. âYou better turn back to normal soonâŠâ he folds his arms over his chest, his expression isnât as tight as it was before. âI donât want to deal with this forever. Just get back soon.â
 You inch closer to him on the table, reaching your paw out to tug his sleeve closerâonly to rub your head into his palm. He clicks his tongue. âWhatever⊠donât think this counts as an apology. Youâll have to make up for it properly when youâre you again.â
Wriothesley;
You are, quite possibly, the smallest cat he has ever seen.Â
 He holds you in the palm of his hand, itâs adorable. Wriothesley cracks a grin and lifts you to eye-level. âHm, youâre not nearly as scary like this, no one in this prison will listen to you like this.â
 You want to whack him on his nose, but politely refrainâif only because you donât want to get dropped. You meow at him, ferocious and upset at this situation, you have a job to tend to! Things to do!
 But Wriothesley has other ideas, he sets you down on his desk and sits down. âNow, how did this happen? I assume this wasnât intentional?â is he teasing you? Most likely. He knows you canât just answer his questions, and you assumed he would be slightly more concerned when a guard brought you to his officeâŠ
 But no, he instantly recognised you and dismissed the guard. Had it been the eyes? The fur? Is he somehow responsible for this??
 All unanswered questions, and though he sends out word to some people he thinks might be able to help decipher this mystery, he doesnât seem to be in any hurry to get you back to normal. He sets you in the pocket of his vest (itâs embarrassing that you actually fit) and goes on with his days as normal.Â
 Siegwinne was initially very concerned, she seemed much more sensible in her worries that leaving you in this form for too long might be dangerous and that the Fortress isnât exactly a good place for pets. There are a lot of crevices to get stuck in and things to get hurt on.
 Though you still retain your mind, so you should be alright in that sense⊠so long as you donât get overly curious.Â
 He is undeniably very warm, and cuddling up to him at night is very comfortableâespecially now that you can just lay on his chest and snooze there and not worry about being dragged back into his embrace if you move too much in your sleep. You barely move at all in this form.
 Come morning, Wriothesley was already awake by the time you open your eyes, he strokes your fur and scratches behind your ears. Having a day pass by does make the initially amusing situation a bit more⊠real. He doesnât want you to be struck with a permanent curse, or some kind of spell that might harm you in the long run.Â
 âDonât you worry,â he mumbles, voice rough with sleep. âIâll make sure youâre back to normal soon, just stick close by.â
 And you do, mostly because you couldnât have been blessed (cursed?) with a normal-sized cat body, but possibly the smallest there could be. You canât even jump up onto his desk by yourself and have to yowl at him to let you up.Â
 He does so happily, surprisingly eager to carry you around and help you with the smallest things.Â
 Wriothesley doesnât even change in mood from amusement when you chase the pen in his hands as it glides across paperwork he signs, you leap onto his arm and try to whack at the pet in either some strange instinctual haze, or an attempt to playâand though you whacking the pen makes it seem like he has the handwriting of a toddler, itâs just rather funny.
 The Fortress doesnât exactly have a large variety of foods, not in the sense that it can be adjusted for the diet of a cat that isnât accounted for during inventory fills, and thus Wriothesley sends for specific ingredients that wonât be heavy on your tiny little stomach.Â
 And he also⊠got some cat-related things delivered, like a bed, some string toys and treats. You never used the bed, either preferring his lap to nap on, or just slept in the strangest places he never even imagined you could reach with those stubby legs.Â
 But heâs a very responsible caretaker, at least, thatâs what he claims as he holds you down to brush your teeth and you wriggle and flail like an eel.Â
Xiao;Â
Very worried, he didnât even realise the cat sitting in the clearing of the forest was you at first and searched for you for several minutes before seeming to realise that you had just⊠shrunk. Into a cat.Â
 He stares at you for a good minute, lips parted and eyes large⊠before your name tentatively leaves his mouth.
 You meow in affirmation, standing and shaking yourself as you try to understand the situation yourselfâstill a bit disoriented.Â
 Xiao approaches you quickly and kneels down in front of you, he lifts you up to your hind legs, puts you down and inspects your ears, your tail and under your paws. You meow in curiosity as to what he is doing, and surprisingly he seems to understand your question.Â
 âThere might be traces of whatever did this on your body, it will make it easier to track or reverse,â he says and even checks inside your mouth, which you werenât really happy with.Â
 Unfortunately, he doesnât find any answers, and kneels there rather awkwardly with you in front of him⊠what now? This situation has stumped him a bitâheâs supposed to be able to keep you safe from all manners of danger and curses like this (perhaps not exactly like this, he never prepared for this exact scenario) and now that heâs not got many leads to fix it, his mind is a bit aimless in where to search for information.Â
 He has no idea how to care for you, and while he has vague ideas of the behaviours of animalsâŠthey mostly stem from wild animals and their reactions to foreign presences in their territories, or similar scenarios.Â
 What does a meow mean? Is there something wrong? What does it mean when you paw at the door? Do you want to go outside? But itâs two in the morning?
 He severely overestimates the portions of food you eat, giving you a full plate of something the Wangshu Inn kitchens prepared on his request (they figured out what happened and have been trying to help him, but Xiao is still trying to be subtle and secretive about the situation) and being confused when you only ate a fourth of it.Â
 Are you sick? Was it the wrong kind of food?
 He brings you along with him on his hunts, while he could leave you at the inn⊠how can he be sure that you wonât get into trouble? The window is high above the ground, what if you tumble out of it? What if you try to climb up on the dresser in the room and get stuck? Or fall down and hurt yourself?
 No, youâre safest with him, even if he has to wield his spear with one hand and hold you with the other.Â
 Heâs surprisingly good at it too.Â
 Desperate after a week of unsuccessful herbs and potions he tried to make, Xiao caves and contacts Liyue Harbour and the adepti that reside there for help.
 It seems his message had gotten into Cloud Retainerâs hands, and instead of any actually helpful advice on how to turn you back⊠she had sent an entire booklet of cat behaviours, diets and how to take care of them.
 Helpful, sure⊠but not exactly what he was asking for.Â
 One evening as he was out on the usual hunts, he noticed that you were walking slowly by his side, yawning and rather cold so high in the mountains. He didnât even have to think about what might be wrong or what to do, as he had already scooped you up into his arms and teleported back to the inn, where he sat down with you on the bed.Â
 âYou should tell me when youâre tiredâŠâ he grumbles and tugs one of the covers on the bed to his lap where he wraps it around you as if bundling a baby up. Xiao reaches up and scratches behind your ears as your eyes blink closed in the comfort of being back in the warm room.
 He had only been petting you for s few seconds when he felt you⊠tremble? There was a strange rumbling sound coming from you, are you uncomfortable? He doesnât quite understand it⊠but you continue to rumble as he scratches your head and ears.Â
 Ah, was this the ïżœïżœpurringâ he read about in one of the booklets Ganyu sent him? How⊠cute.
Zhongli;
âAhâŠâ Zhongli stares at you, this isnât quite what he had imagined would happen⊠he had been crafting a potion in hopes it would help Ganyu sleep better, she had been overworking herself (again) more than usual and was so tired that she couldnât sleep. It can happen.Â
 The combination of herbs and materials required for the potion he had put together wasnât very suitable for humans, and of course he made sure to let you know so that you wouldnât drink it⊠but he hadnât expected that only being touched by a single drop onto the back of your hand would lead to a poof, and your size being reduced and body turned to that of a cat.Â
 You had only wanted to help by handing him ingredients so that he didnât have to turn around so often⊠you didnât anticipate this either!
 He makes sure the potion wonât burn and sets a lid on the pot before turning towards you. âI⊠had not foreseen that this could have been a danger to you, my apologies,â he kneels down on one knee and holds his hand out for you to sniff. You do so, snout twitching towards his finger before you bump your head into his palm.Â
 âHave you retained some sense of consciousness?â he wonders, gloved hand moving to stroke over your small head, your ears flattening under his palm. âIâm sure I can find a way to reverse this.â
 He was sure, at least. But after some research and testing⊠he wasnât making any progressâat least, he wasnât making progress in finding ways to turn you to your normal self without some potential risks or aftereffects.Â
 What he did find, was that the herb that you had been touching, and the potion he had halfway crafted was similar to another concoction that he had made beforeâand the effects of that had only been temporary.Â
 It seems you will simply have to wait until the effect wears off.Â
 Zhongli had instinctively prepared a delightful meal in the way he knows you would enjoy while you sit in the kitchen counter and watch with interest, your tail swaying happily as you watch him chop some vegetables and set them into the pot⊠but halfway through the process as heâs setting spices and herbs into the pot, Zhongli realises that more than half of the ingredients in the pot are unsuitable for cats to eat.Â
 He finishes the meal and sets it aside, before fetching some fish you had purchased just yesterday that he was going to use for lunch tomorrow and cut it into nicely bite-sized pieces. You tilt your head slightly as you watchâthe meal he had just been putting together doesnât have any fish in it?? Whatâs it for?
 And honestly, when he plated your food (in a very professional and presentable way) and set it down on the dining table, then set his own on the other side for himself⊠you felt a bit offended. Raw fish, some rice and a hard boiled egg⊠next to his delicious smelling beef stewâŠÂ
 If you couldâve cried, you would have. And Zhongli felt pretty bad for the rest of the day, he tried to offer you some âsafeâ treats or make it up to you with some pets and scritches, but you still sulked.
 You had looked forward to this dinner all dayâŠ
 Thankfully you got over it rather quickly and Zhongli is glad that he didnât offend you too badly⊠it seems having been turned into a cat had made you quite dramatic as well, he doesnât recall you ever having sulked like this over a meal before.
 Knowing that it was simply a waiting game, Zhongli isnât very concerned about your state, but he does ensure that youâre comfortable and not afraidâhe understands that perceiving the world differently like this can be strange and even scary, but heâs glad when it seems that youâre relatively calm.Â
 Your nightly routines are slightly out of whack nowâsomething that Zhongli isnât very fond of, he quite likes it that after cleaning up after dinner, the two of you settle in the living room for a while. He tends to read and it varies what you get up to, but itâs always a shared time where you sit in silence or chat about your days.
 He does talk about his day to you, sitting on the comfortable seat in the living room with you on his lap, Zhongli recounts his day to you and expresses that he hopes you werenât too bored alone in the home today, and that perhaps he can convince the director to allow him to bring you for a day. He strokes your back and smiles as a rumbling purr leaves you, he scratches under your chin and touches his forehead to yours as you seem to have fallen asleep on his lap. He reaches for his book and decides to read for a while before taking you to bed.Â
 Despite the mishap, heâs glad youâre safeâhe will endeavour to be more careful in the future and ensure you wonât be hurt or disturbed by his work.Â
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DETESTATION ââ Fiyero x fem!reader
author's note; this was previously titled 'kiss me' lol. i cant lie, i was sort of just winging it with this one â i've been doing a lot of rivals to lovers u guys, my brain is a little confused now đ idk if i liked this but i hope its good! <3
prompt; âYou canât justâŠkiss me to win a fucking argument, [NAME]!â âYouâre rightâŠbut did it work?â ps; i changed it up a bit, oops
summary; the constant back and forth was totally out of total detestation. . . right?
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It was the third invite to the Ozdust Ballroom within the month.
Ever since the Winkie Prince showed up at Shiz a few months back, he's been influencing quite a few trips to the scandalocious venue. In fact â he started it immediately on his first day.
She didn't plan on going this time either. Even if the invite had come directly from him, while he was following her tail all over campus.
"C'mon, princess, it'll be fun," Fiyero urged as he walked behind her like a little puppy.
Typically, she refused to even be in his vicinity. With her luck though, somehow Doctor Dillamond decided he needed a tutor to push him through history class â so of course, she was chosen, being the current top student.
"Think of it as me thanking you for helping me ace history," Fiyero continued.
He did, in fact, ace his history after that. A whole A solid.
"For the millionth time, Fiyero, no," she huffed.
He rolled his eyes at another rejection, still following her as they found their way into the dining hall. It was sparse at the moment, they were quite early this time.
"Your welcome for history. But that's it," she added.
She grabbed a tray, starting to put food on it. As she did though, the infuriatingly charming â and annoying â prince stole a piece right out of her plate.
"You should learn to live a little. See the nightlife. Go dancing. We don't live forever, you know?"
She stared up at him as he just went on his little ramble about life.
"If you're worried about a dance partnerâ"
"I really don't careâ"
"I'm sure Boq is very kind to help in that," Fiyero said with a sly smirk.
Respectfully, Boq was nice and cute in a way, but she would much rather drink a tub of toxic elixir.
She could only scoff in response, picking up her tray and finding a seat. Still he refused to let up.
"One night. Its just one night, it really won't kill you," Fiyero insisted.
"It won't, but I might kill you."
She set her tray down with a huff, but she didn't get the chance to sit yet before he was pestering her again.
"I've lived quite well, I wouldn't mind dying at your hands," he shrugged.
"Are you serious right now?" she scoffed. "I have a fork and knife an inch away from my hands, don't tempt me."
"Oh, how horrifying," he mock gasped.
Oh, this littleâ
"Truthfully, I find a death by my history tutor to be a beautiful exit," he continued with a smug grin.
"You have no sense of self preservation. My hands would be a painful way to die," she retorted.
He didn't miss a beat, grabbing her hands in his in such an oddly gentle manner that had her brain crashing for a moment.
"These soft hands? I find that hard to believe."
She blinked rapidly, just staring at the way he held her hands to his chest for no reason. Why was her head spinning? Why was her pulse rushing?
"You're infuriating," she managed to hiss as she pulled her hands away.
Really, she had no idea why this man annoyed her so much. She felt an irrational amount of irritation when he was around. Her head would sometimes go empty when she looked at him, her heart suddenly going too fast and her stomach feeling like it was floating.
Dislike. Pure, utter, dislike. Loathing, perhaps. Detestation.
Those were the only acceptable answers.
She ended up taking her lunch to go, bringing it with her to eat somewhere else where she could escape him.
"Come dancing tonight!" he tried again even as she stomped away from him and replied over without turning back.
"Eat grass!"
It was her roommate that dragged her to the Ozdust Ballroom that night. No one else.
Certainly not the persistent, annoyingly handsome prince. No.
She allowed herself to have fun for a while, dancing around with her roommate. She didn't catch a single glimpse of him so she assumed he bailed.
She would be absolutely wrong when she ended up twirling right into his arms.
Fiyero's hands were on her waist, keeping her right there as her hands ended up on his biceps. He grinned down at her, that casual and laidback smile he always had.
"You came."
"Not because of you."
He chuckled at her quick defensiveness. It was cute to him. Taking her hand, he gave her a quick whirl before pulling her close again.
"Of course not," he agreed.
"Plenty of other reasons to come to a party," she nodded.
"Mhm."
"Nice ambience, people in nice outfits," she started to list aimlessly.
"Yes, they do dress up nice," he continued to agree.
"Good music, exceptional dancingâ"
"You dance well."
"Random excuse to dress myself up tooâ"
"You look lovely."
"The lights are quite nice too, all blueishâ"
She didn't get the chance to keep yapping when suddenly a pair of warm lips were on hers. It felt like she was on fire. A good kind of fire. When she opened her eyes again and their lips parted, she met his gaze under the lights.
Her lips were parted, her breath catching. Her face was definitely flushing and Ozâ her head was reeling. She was too flustered she ended up fumbling her words.
"You can't just kiss me to win an argument, Fiyero!"
He laughed at her reaction. In hindsight, he should've probably not do it out of nowhere. But her reaction was priceless.
"Yeah, probably not. But it shut you up," he mused.
She stared up at him, eyes wide as she was clearly baffled.
"You need to stop finding excuses, princess," he teased, giving her yet another whirl.
Her dress flared out before she ended up back with him, flush against his chest. Whatever she felt for him was strong. Though she was starting to suspect it wasn't actually detestation.
She'd likely been in denial.
"You need to not kiss someone without permission," she retorted anyway.
Fiyero only smiled, but at least he nodded sincerely with a bit of a shrug.
"Fair enough. Sorry," he agreed. "Can I have a redo?"
She raised a single brow up at him, this time catching up with the dance way better than when she initially ended up in his arms. A coy, almost teasing smile pulled on her lips as she casually ended up leading the dance.
"Let's see your dancing first, Winkie Prince."
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remember those sonamy for sonic 4 ideas? here they are i couldnt wait
So, now that Amy is definitely confirmed, based on the after credits scene in Sonic 3, I have some silly thoughts about how Sonic and Amy's relationship could unfold in Sonic 4.
So, first, I think their general dynamic would definitely change. In pretty much every other form of Sonic media, while it has changed a bit recently, Amy is shown as constantly chasing after Sonic despite him avoiding most of her advances anyway.
Now, movie Sonic is definitely not as mature as the Sonics in other medias. A huge part of his continuous character arc is that he's still a kid, a kid that doesn't really know what he's doing.
And here, we have Amy, which, from the very small amount of her character that we've seen, at least seems like less of a damsel in distress. (It reminds me of how they changed Princess Peach's character in the Mario Movie.) In contrast to the story of Sonic CD, we see Amy saving Sonic from the many copies of Metal Sonic.
Now how exactly does this make their dynamic different? Well, if you take an immature Sonic, and put him in the same room as an Amy that needs less saving than the usual, the firsthand difference is undeniable. Thus why I think their dynamic would be reversed in a way, at least, that's what I want to happen.
I have a feeling Sonic would be "chasing" after Amy, but more so in the way that he's constantly trying to impress her. He'd probably get into some unsavory situations due to his most likely failed attempts at this, prompting Amy to have to make sure he doesn't keep doing stupid things.
Amy herself wouldn't understand why Sonic kept getting himself into trouble like that, much less that he did it for her, until she sought out some third-party information.
Speaking of (I never really mentioned anything related but just go with it), I haven't talked much about Amy's own feelings yet.
So we know about a possible tiny fraction of her character, and while that's not a lot to go off of, I don't see any harm in forming early ideas based off it.
When Amy, presumably, met Sonic by saving him from the Metal Sonic copies, I don't think she would really think too much of him at first. As soon as he actually started talking, though, she'd find interest- I wouldn't wanna take away the part of her that probably falls in love way too easily.
Unlike the usual Amy we're probably all used to, she wouldn't show her feelings that much. She'd have the occasional giggle at Sonic's attempts at impressing her, even if she didn't know that was why he did it. For all she knows, that's just what he's usually like! Until she inquires with Tails- she learns that she's somewhat special to the blue blur.
I might just be projecting, with the weird way my own feelings work, but I think Amy's little crush on Sonic would skyrocket at that information. Sonic, the guy she only really had a small crush on, was trying that hard to win her over? Admittedly, that was pretty cute in her eyes.
After that Amy would definitely be more forward with Sonic, causing the latter to be a little confused and wonder if a certain two-tailed fox said anything...Guess you can't even trust your best friend with secret crushes anymore, sigh.
If they ended up together, if we were to ever get so lucky, I don't think either would really change how they act around each other, other than holding hands occasionally and maybe a few kisses here and there. Sonic is still adventure focused, though how much he likes Amy is sometimes painfully obvious. He'd gain a little confidence boost if they became official, but overall, if they went on any dates, they'd be dates to kick Eggman's ass for the thousandth time.
That's all I have for now, I'm gonna let the brain worms rest LOL. Thanks to anyone who actually went and read my yapping session
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Working some more on this Weird Little Guy (Patreon)
#Doodles#The weird little guy is me#Much closer now! Nearly complete! Just one more push#I actually did the entire design iteration process in one sprint and it was really fun :D#So these are very close! But there's still a few details to get right in the next set >:3c See if you can guess them before they appear!#I think the rattails were really the biggest and best addition - darkening and adding opacity to the inner hem of the fabric is good but âȘ#The hair! Oh and the Center lol finally decided on a nice simple design :) I'll go into it more in the next one but it's a pink-drip heart!#Since they're at least partially Fallen but still an Angel I don't think I'll be following the AGE lore that closely#Just something unique to all the established angels haha#Not cleaning the guidelines was really hard haha I was like ''But...but I could! I could do it!'' No that defeats the purpose lol#Gotta do the classic over-the-shoulder kicky feet pose! Did the same with Celestrians it's a good pose!#I'm just glad they're finally at a point where the details are Enough that it's fun but not So Much that it's hard to keep track of#I'm pleased :) Balanced âȘ#The goop panel lol >:3c#I mentioned in the first one thinking along the lines of Charm and [Purple Text] but I didn't want to just make Geode again - distinct#But I love the ink/candle gloops! Same with Sky and Hiraeth's angel forms! And Hiraeth's god form! It's just fun shapes!#So I was thinking of making the goop a conditional form for High Emotions - positive or negative causes melting haha#It reflects their Center :) It's just an extension of the base of self#Also did some testing with different feathered tails - I like the peacock one but it might be a bit busy haha#The little tail is cute but I don't like it at all lol#And the bird legs were definitely too much! Haha but they were fun to test out âȘ That's what concept art is for :D
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So uhh...his tail?? He's used it before. 18+ below cut, MDNI
You cannot look at me and say he's never used his tail during sex. Impossible. Look at him.
Warnings: Afab reader, oral sex, tail usage duhhh, slight nipple play, vaginal sex, slight anal teasing. Ignore mistakes, not edited (default at this point lol).
WC: 1.2k
Sucking him off would be the best thing ever, he would absolutely tease the hell out of you. Kurt likes to give more than he gets, he's a gentleman that way, so when you blow him, he likes to reciprocate as much pleasure as possible. You could be slobbering on him, making him see stars but he still finds a way to make you feel an orgasm.
His tail sneaks between your legs, the spade slipping into your underwear and he strokes your pretty slit with it. He can feel how soaked you are, and it makes him moan louder. His tail is sensitive to touch in the same way of his neck being sensitive to biting. So rubbing you felt good, and his spade gently poked your entrance.
"Liebe....you are so wet, all for me? Just from tasting me?" he asks slowly, his half lidded eyes and slightly open mouth drove you insane. Your mouth took more of him, his head brushing the soft flesh in the back of your throat. You suppressed a natural gag, he looked a little worried and frowned. "Es tut mir leid..." he rasped, "A-are you alright, schatz?"
You nodded, refusing to pull off his delicious cock. You drooled so much, it dripped down his balls, the tiny trails of saliva running down his sensitive flesh making him shiver. His tail, in turn, reacted to his increased pleasure and slowly attempted to push into your tight pussy. It was an awkward shape, but his spade was flexible and not a set arrow.
Your eyes widened when you felt his spade enter you, he was only about halfway inside, but it was surprising to say the least. He had rubbed you and stroked you before, but never inserted it more than just the tip to tease. You weren't opposed, it was hot, and you pressed your hips back into his tail for encouragement.
"Oh, you like it, then?" he looked down and grinned a little, pushing more of his spade inside you. Kurt pumped it in and out, it flared and stretched you as he worked it. You reflected your pleasure by sucking him with more passion, so you two were both experiencing pleasure from one another.
He pushed his tail further and there was a pop - his spade had slipped inside completely. You mewled around his dick, his hips lightly moving against your lazy bobs. "You swallowed my tail, liebling...so eager for me. I know you've wanted this, each time my tail touches your beautiful body, you shiver and press against it." he gently flared his spade inside you, the edges rolling along your walls.
You moaned loudly over his cock, so sloppy and messy, you didn't dare pull off him. You just bobbed your head faster, your hand stroking what wasn't in your mouth. His tail continued to move inside you, expertly flaring and thrusting his spade in and out of your pussy. It wasn't like a dildo or anything, but it was enough to make you squirm with need.
Kurt pulled it out of you, soaked in your juices, and he rubbed it along your slit. The tip of his spade hitting that sweet bundle of nerves that made you feel like you were on cloud nine. Your groans made his cock vibrate in your mouth and he pulled you off him, allowing you a reprieve to take a breath and relax your jaw. "Aa, ah Kurt...your tail...feels so good..." you drooled and leaned down onto your elbows, your hips raising up as his tail got to feel more of you.
Before you knew it, your back hit the bed and he was over you, grabbing your hips and you felt his cock against your cunt. He rubbed himself there while his lips attached themselves to one of your nipples, his tail wrapped around your other breast and teased the cute bud.
Your hands tangled in his hair, gripping him tightly, "Oh my god...Kurt, fuck's sake...don't stop." You managed through your blissful pants, his lips pulled off your swollen nipple, and moved to the opposite one. He attached himself and suckled, his tongue rolling around in circles while he sucked. You moaned at the sensation, your hand tightening in his curly, dark hair.
He pulled off and slowly pushed his cock into you, sliding in with ease from how slick you already were. "You are so wet...have I done this to you?" he chuckled against your neck, his face contorting with pleasure as he pushed himself completely to the hilt. "Du bist wunderschön, mein Engel..." he cooed to you as he began his steady pace.
You rolled your hips up against his thrusts, wanting to meet him as much as possible. His tail continued to fondle your breasts gently and tease your nipples, his arms tight around your middle while he thrusted into you. His face tinted a purple blush as he let out quick breaths with the sharp juts of his hips.
Kurt's hair became messy as he groaned loudly, "You are so tight around me, liebchen, I will not last much longer," his grunts got a little louder and you felt his canines along your neck. He hotly kissed the skin, his teeth nipping and biting where he could and leaving dark marks in his passionate wake.
You felt his tail disappear from your chest and travel down your body, sneaking lower and experimentally poking you right beneath where his cock was. You stiffened at the sensation of his tail tip rubbing your other hole and your eyes shot up to his. He was watching you carefully, even in all his overwhelming waves of pleasure, he was making sure you were okay. "J-Just...teasing." he reassures, a playful yet mischevious smile on his lips.
"Just playing...." you repeated softly, sighing and reaching down to spread yourself ever so slightly. "Play then, but no penetration....not yet." you winked back, matching his playful demeanor. His grin widened and he got his confidence back. His tail gently massages the tight ring of muscle, his hips continued their steady thrusting into you.
You felt your body shake as your orgasm ran through you, it felt like your body exploded from your core and spread to your fingertips. Your toes curled from the intensity and you couldn't believe how quick you were to reach your climax after he began playing more adventurously.
"Ah, liebe! You are so much wetter....and hotter...I am going to cum," he warned briefly before his cock thrust to the hilt and he spilled himself inside of you with a loud, gorgeous moan. Kurt was undoubtedly so hot when he came, you could've cum again just watching him unravel.
He fell beside you, pulling his tail away and slipping out of you. The mess soon came with and he whimpered watching it, almost tempted to push it back in with his cock.
"Ah, Kurt, that was...unexpected, and amazing." you chuckled lightly, reaching to stroke his soft, velvety cheek. His head leaned into your hand instantly, placing a kiss in your palm. His hair was a mess and he looked so worn out, but he still was just as handsome as ever. You liked when he was blissed out with you, neither of you cared how you looked.
"Ja, liebling...it was." he pulled you into him and snuggled close. "Clean up later...right now I just want to keep you in my arms." He insisted, his tail coming around you and holding you in place.
"Fine, fine," you smiled and buried your face into his chest, "Five minutes..."
"Ten minutes."
"Seven."
"...okay. Seven."
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dividers by @/adornedwithlight
Cover Image: Nightcrawler #5 (2014)
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Sigh. Okay. Here's the Levi demon form smut. I don't think it turned out very good, but I'm tired of messing with it. And I spent time writing it, so I figure I might as well post it. I'm sorry, Levi, I swear I'll do you justice one day~
GN!MC x Leviathan
NSFW MDNI
Warnings: penetration (reader receiving), Levi being silly and blushy and anxious, demon form, tail stuff (I'm struggling with how to label this - the tail wraps around MC, MC sucks on the end of it, and it also stimulates MC but doesn't penetrate... okay that'll have to do I guess), sexy potion (briefly mentioned and Levi drank it lol), cockwarming, biting, man I hope that's it
Leviathan was already bright red. He kept his eyes squeezed shut, but the blush covering his face was so sweet. He was in his bathtub, back against several pillows and you in his lap. Two piles of clothes were on the floor nearby. He'd been nervous from the start, even though you had done this before. You tried to get him to relax, but it was clear that most of the things you did only made it worse.
You ran your hands over his chest as you pushed back against his erection.
You put your hand on his cheek. âPlease, Levi?â
âM-MC!â he protested.
You had asked him if he would shift into demon form and the idea of it flustered him so bad he couldnât look at you.
You kissed his warm cheeks. âI just wanna see you,â you said as you trailed your lips down his neck.
Levi shivered at the light touch, but he still couldnât open his eyes.
You sighed and sat up a bit, so you could cup his face with both hands. You rubbed your thumbs across his skin. âLook at me, Levi.â
Obediently, Levi opened his eyes, but it was still difficult for him. He turned his face away, like he was trying to only see you in his periphery. You turned him back to face you.
"Whatever you think about yourself doesn't matter," you said. "I want to see all of you. You can do that for me, can't you?"
Something seemed to shine in Leviâs eyes. Not tears, but a confidence you knew he often didn't feel. And then he was in demon form, confirming that your words had boosted him enough to feel comfortable granting your request.
You watched as the complex horns emerged and the black and indigo coloring splayed across his neck and shoulder. You could feel the tail wrap around your waist. You shifted slightly so the scales rubbed gently across your skin.
You traced your fingertips across the pattern on his neck and the way he whined in response filled you with satisfaction. You leaned back down to press kisses along where your fingers had touched, enjoying the way he began to squirm beneath you.
You rolled your hips, grinding yourself down on his erection, making him cry out.
âA-ah!â Leviâs fingers were suddenly digging into your arms, a sensation you found you liked. His tail tightened around your waist. âMC! Please!â
You smirked and looked down at him. âPlease what?â
But Levi couldnât say it. You knew he would be too embarrassed to. He squeezed his eyes shut again, pressing his lips together and shaking his head.
You laughed a little because his reaction was so cute. You ran your hands through his hair, letting them slide gently up his horns, enjoying the way he shuddered in response. Then you kissed him, running your tongue along those tightly clamped lips in an attempt to get him to relax. It worked. He opened his mouth for you, letting out a little gasp as your tongue slipped inside.
Your kiss became sloppy fast, your hips occasionally rolling languidly downward. Every time you did this, the tail around your waist twitched and tightened just a little.
You pulled away to look down at him again and while his expression was a little more open, the anxiety was still clearly written there.
You pressed kisses across his face, pausing by his ear to whisper, âYouâre safe with me. Itâs okay to let go a little.â
It was like you had unlocked a secret level. Leviâs hands moved from your arms to your hips and he bucked up into you, letting out a whine that was so needy you couldnât help but smile.
You rearranged yourself a bit, then sat snugly on his cock. You went slowly, inching down bit by bit so you could hear his noises.
As you went, Leviâs tail wrapped even more circles around you until the tip was brushing against your cheek. You smiled as it edged along your lips then opened your mouth to let it inside.
As soon as the tip of Leviâs tail was inside your mouth, you clamped your lips closed and sucked. You were rewarded by the sight of Leviâs eyes rolling back into his head as he moaned and bucked beneath you.
You steadied yourself with your hands on his chest as you moved your hips, setting a decent pace. Every time his cock was fully inside you, it sent spikes of pleasure through your gut. You moaned around his tail, but didnât let it out of your mouth. Your tongue was too busy exploring the unusual feeling of his scales.
Levi was a mess beneath you, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew thereâd be marks later. He couldnât stop himself from meeting your movements and the lower part of his tail that was wrapped around you seemed to be moving you, too. You found you barely had to do any of the work yourself. You still maintained the pace and position, though, and Levi seemed to be content to let you.
Your heavy breathing filled the room along with the sound of skin smacking against skin and Leviâs soft whines. You decided you wanted to hear a little more, reaching out to pinch one of his nipples.
Levi cried out and you laughed softly around the tail in your mouth. Levi pulled his tail out as it squeezed around you even more. It was almost painful but not quite. You knew he didnât even realize what he was doing and that made it all the more enjoyable.
âSorry,â you said between heaving panting now that your mouth was free. âDid that hurt?â
Levi whined. âD-do it again-â
He didnât have to ask twice. But you decided this time it would be more satisfactory to use your teeth. The tail around you slackened just a bit as you moved your body forward and bit down on the sensitive skin.
Levi was squirming hard beneath you now and you knew it was only a matter of time before he came. You increased your pace, letting your arms rest on his shoulders, pulling him into your body as you focused on your movement.
Everything around you tightened - Leviâs tail, his hands, even his eyes squeezing shut - as he came inside of you.
Levi cried out your name so beautifully as his tail went limp, falling into a heap around you.
Levi kept his eyes closed tight as your pace slackened. You were about to stop when you felt the tip of his tail, still wet from your mouth, finding its way between your legs, just barely touching your most sensitive spot.
It was so unexpected, you gasped.
Levi peeked at you, opening one eye just enough to register the look of surprise on your face. âD-donât stop,â he said. And his hands gripped your hips hard again, keeping you moving.
âBut-!â you protested. âHow are you still-?â
The blush that alighted on Leviâs face made you smile. You were about to ask him how he was still hard after he came only seconds ago. There was something going on there, but you felt too good in that moment to pursue it further.
The tail between your legs seemed to have a mind of its own. It was only moments before you werenât able to form full sentences anyway. You barely registered the look of adorable determination on Leviâs face before you felt that tightening in your gut.
You ended up leaving light scratch marks across his chest as you came, his tail continuing its ministrations as you rode out your orgasm.
You drew in some heavy breaths as you collapsed against Levi, letting your head settle in the crook of his neck. His arms moved to wrap around you, hugging you close to him, and his tail did the same, but not too tightly.
âYouâre still hard,â you said, pressing light kisses to his neck.
Levi groaned. âAsmo gave me this potionâŠâ
You laughed softly against his skin. âOh, was it more potent than you thought itâd be?â
âD-donât laugh, MC!â he said even as his grip on you tightened.
âIâm sorry,â you said. âDo you want me to help you out?â
Levi was quiet for a long time before he finally said. âA-actually, if you could just⊠stay like thisâŠâ
You were more than content to stay in Leviâs arms and cockwarm him all night if thatâs what he wanted. You both fell asleep soon enough, though it would take some time for the potion to fade.
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Hugging ur stupidly large eel boy and hearing the *thump thump thump* their thick ass tail makes against the ground because they love u (God forbid that you guys are in the beach because sand is getting everywhere)
Just spoiling the big fishes for a bit I have seen so many fanarts where yuu starts to pet the tweels and they cling to yuu acting like those really clingy cats that when u pet them they feel the need to have both of ur hands or else u aren't fully committing to giving pets and they purr like loud as fuck too I would adore if there's an equal sound for mers similar to purring I think going "Furr/frr" is very cute just if the tweels were cats or THEY COULD PURR SOMEHOW I can hear them going either "fffRrrrRr...fur..FffFffrrr" or "ffffRRrrrRrrRRRRRR...FRR FRR FRR frr" if that makes sense
-Vaquita
I don't think eels can purr but some fish can and that gives me enough of an excuse to say that the twins do too lol
I like to think that they're a lot more expressive in their merforms than in their human forms since there's a lot of body language stuff that they don't always realize. I think the stripes and speckles on their bodies glow not only in response to being underwater and needing to see, but also to their emotions.
Surprisingly, Floyd is a lot better at hiding his body language than Jade, mostly because he is already outspoken and doesn't hide most of his emotions (most...not all of them). Jade on the other hand, it's like his body knows he's trying to be secretive and mysterious. The reality is that he doesn't like to be vulnerable with others, and part of that is being honest with his emotions. So his merform compensates all that repressed emotions by making him a motherfucking glow stick.
It's great though when cuddling with one of them! You have to go into a shallow pool of water if on the beach or go to the side of the pool that lets you sit. But you can tell he's content when his tail sways back and forth and there's a little rumbling coming from his chest. It sounds a mix of growling and purring, and vibrates your chest as he holds onto you.
He's especially fond of the way you run your fingers along his fins and spines. You know as a kid when your mom would gently scratch your back or arm to help you fall asleep? It feels like that, very pleasant and almost tingly. It's also just nice to be with the person you love and have them shower you with such soft and sweet affections, so he can't really help the way he reacts. If it happens to be dark, you might even see him dully glow in response, getting brighter every time you scratch a particularly good spot! Even his ear fins will react, drooping down when pleased, it's awfully cute.
It's nice to be soft and sweet, everyone else is so scared of him and worried about pushing the wrong buttons that they forget he's just a dude! He's just a guy who loves his partner and their sweet way of loving him! But maybe that's intentional, maybe only you are allowed to see this side of him. A privilege, truly.
#mochi asks#vaquita anon#twst#twisted wonderland#jade leech#floyd leech#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#jade leech x reader#floyd leech x reader#this is my argument to write more sweet things with the twins#they deserve it as much as the suggestive stuff
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Helloooo! Iâve never done a request before so I hope this comes off okay :)
I love the song âflower lineâ by om shankar, it makes me smile every time. So, I was wondering if you could do a drabble based that.
If not, maybe the prompt: âreal smooth, tripping over airâ
If you take this request, thank you so much but if not I completely understand đ«¶
call it what you want.
pairing: hyunjin x f!reader genre/warnings: strangers to lovers, college au, fluff; some light cursing, very unedited i am half asleep rn lol, italics indicate flashbacks word count: 1.4k note: hi anon! thank you for the request hehehhee. i decided to go with the prompt and also you didn't specify a member so i went with hyunjin, i hope that's okay :) happy reading <33
as always, iâd appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading âĄ
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"real smooth, tripping over air."
hyunjin came back to the table and set down two coffees, the content of seungmin's plastic cup spilling over the rim just a little bit when hyunjin pushed the beverage toward him rather aggressively.
"shut up," hyunjin grumbled, covering his face with his hands as he wallowed in his misery. "literally shut the fuck up."
it was burnt into hyunjin's subconscious, the feeling of utter embarrassment when he had quite literally scrambled to stand up after you called out his order number and stumbled as he made his way over to the counter.
this was the fifth time that seungmin had been dragged to the campus cafe where you worked part-time as a barista, just to provide emotional support while hyunjin tried not to chicken out of chatting you up. every time, hyunjin swore today's the day, and every time, he went home with his tail between his legs and a brain that was wiped clean the very second you smiled at him.
seungmin only laughed despite losing a few drops of his coffee to hyunjin's dramatic ass. it was entertaining to see his friend like this, panties all twisted in a bunch over a crush on a cute girl whose number he couldn't even muster up the courage to ask for.
"you're such a pussy," seungmin tutted, shaking his head in disapproving amusement and taking a sip of americano as he looked at hyunjin who seemed like he could have a mental breakdown if even a gust of wind were to breeze past him right now. "it's not like you've never asked for a girl's number before. just do it."
"do you want to broadcast my shame to everyone here? keep your loud ass voice down." hyunjin removed his hands from his face and hunched forward to scold his friend in a half-whisper, even though the cafe was busy that day and it was almost impossible for you to hear him from all the way in the corner and over the lively chatter of the other students filtering in and out of the place. "you don't know what it's like. she might be the prettiest girl i've seen in my entire life. i go stupid every time i look at her."
"to be fair, you go stupid pretty often," seungmin said, which only earned him another murderous glare from across the table. "for real, why am i wasting my time here with you if you're just not gonna do anything? you're not even paying for my coffee. i could be in my room sleeping and saving money right now."
a pathetic whine slipped from hyunjin's lips before he sneaks a glance in your direction, where you were focused on writing down some guy's order by the register. "i don't know what to say!" he groaned, "it's so hard. ughhh."
he remembered the first time he saw you, and it wasn't in this cafe. it was at some lame party that he was forced to attend, where the drinks were shitty and the music was even shittier. he was sipping on cheap beer when he spotted you talking to another girl in the corner of the room, both of whom he'd never seen on campus before. what caught his attention was your easygoing smile and how your mere presence just seemed to pull him in despite the roomful of people separating you. he couldn't look away, and as if you could sense his stare on you, you'd turned your head and met his eyes. you'd sent that same charming smile his way, and hyunjin was enamored for the rest of that evening.
he lost sight of you soon after though, and none of his friends knew who you were. that was that; you were a pretty girl that he saw at a party once, whose name he didn't even know but whose smile he had memorized.
then three weeks later, as though the universe had given him a second chance, he saw you again when he came to the cafe for a quick bite before class. you'd smiled at him the same way you did at the party, and he was tongue tied.
fast forward another month and here he was, with his head in his hands as he agonized for the nth time over what to say to you other than "hi," "one iced americano please," and "thanks."
"just tell her you think she's cute and you'd like her number," seungmin said. "it literally doesn't get more straightforward than that. the worst thing she can say is no."
this was how their last four visits to the cafe went, the conversation always ending with hyunjin neglecting his friend's advice in favor of sneaky glances and a mouth shut tight when he failed to hype himself up enough to utter a few words to you.
"if you don't do it today, you're on your own," seungmin told him when he was only met with silence from hyunjin's end. "i'm not coming back with you again. the coffee isn't even good."
"wait, come on, dude. just... wait. i need to think."
"stop thinking. nothing in that brain of yours is going to help."
"hey!"
"are you gonna do it or not?"
"hold on, i need a plan."
seungmin rolled his eyes before he downed the remaining few sips of his coffee. "you know what? if you don't ask for her number, maybe i'll just do it myself." then he was already coolly standing up and heading in your direction without even looking to see if hyunjin heard him correctly.
"seungmin!" hyunjin called, hurriedly gathering his phone and wallet and scrambling to catch up with his friend in a panic. they both stopped in front of the register, where it was thankfully empty now and no one nearby had to watch hyunjin burn himself to a crisp with embarrassment.
"how can i help you?" you asked, looking at them curiously when hyunjin's eyes flit between you and seungmin in a panic.
"uhm... i.... uh..."
"this is hyunjin." seungmin was the coherent one between the two of them as he clasped a hand on his friend's shoulder with a sly grin. "he thinks you're cute and wants to get your number."
"the end," hyunjin says flatly. "the rest was history. you were there, you know what happened."
"come on, please?" you pout, tugging on his arm as you lean closer to nudge your nose against his cheek. "i've only ever heard it from seungmin and he doesn't tell it like you do."
he glances at you from the side. "what do you want me to tell you? that in that moment i considered running out the door and not stopping until i found the nearest ditch to fall into?"
you laugh, all light and airy and it still makes hyunjin as smitten as he was that afternoon in the cafe. "no, the other part."
"the part where i actually did kinda try to run away and bumped into someone and spilled coffee all over myself? and you had to take me to the backroom to let me borrow someone's shirt?"
this draws another giggle out of you as you recall the moment, when you had been so endeared by him that it was hard to let him go home afterward without your number saved in his phone. "yeah," you say, utter fondness dripping from your voice. "that part."
"that was the most embarrassing day of my life. i made a complete fool of myself."
"you were adorable. it's my core memory of you."
"i'm glad you found my humiliation entertaining."
you roll your eyes half-heartedly before pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek to appease his faux sulk. "we wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for your dramatic overthinking ass that day, would we? unless... you'd rather take it all back."
hyunjin softens in an instance, huffing out a breath as he mumbles bashfully, "i didn't say that..."
"you big baby," you tell him with your lips still ghosting the side of his face. you're so close like this, so tightly pressed up against each other on your couch that you can feel the warmth of his body and the thumps of his heart when you slide your hand over his chest. you give him another peck on the cheek, then you smile against his skin. "happy six-month anniversary."
there's a light blush that rises from his neck until it covers his face in the most beautiful rosy shade. a shy grin, his eyes turning into little crescent moons from the happiness that spreads from his head down to his toes, then hyunjin is smoothly turning over so he could pin you underneath him, where he presses his lips against yours so your smiles could meet.
"happy six months, baby."
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#stray kids fic#stray kids imagines#stray kids x reader#skz fic#skz imagines#skz x reader#skz x you#hyunjin fluff#hyunjin scenarios#hyunjin x reader#hyunjin imagines#hyunjin x you#hwang hyunjin x reader#hwang hyunjin x you#stray kids#hyunjin#hwang hyunjin
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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMhrnNVxy/ this but with wukong, I don't think DO would be like that, more like brooding in the corner, all pouty
LOL yes anon!
While I donât think Wukong would be insecure about your love for him or anything (if youâre together), I do think if you give just too much attention to someone else heâd start getting huffy about it.
I can definitely see you talking to someone and giving them your full attention, maybe trading stories or just idk someone who youâve been talking to for A WHILE. And Wukong notices it and will subtly start making sure he walks by all the time and brushes his tail against you. Or hands you things like snacks or drinks or just random shit he finds purely to have your attention for a moment. Or circles behind the person the give them dirty looks. Because what makes THEM so interesting to you? (If heâs particularly annoyed he might âaccidentallyâ throw stuff at them or drop things on them or hit their shins with his staff/steel bar of a tail.)
While I donât think heâd be overly jealous I definitely think heâd be curious as hell and probably insert himself randomly just so everyone involved knows heâs there. You especially.
Also, I was just thinking that I donât personally think heâd be jealous of baby monkeys getting your attention BUT on the off chance that he is, I can see him being a big pain in the ass about it. He thinks its wonderful that you play with them and indulge them. That you donât mind when they just nap on you or climb up you excitedly. At first.
But thenâŠ.then you continue to do so and in turn ignore him for hours on end and even groom them as they nap on or next to you. Hearing their adorable little happy trills as you scratch them gently or comb your fingers through their fur.
Itâs cute as hell. But also, WHERE ARE HIS SCRATCHES AND NAP TIME GROOMINGS? AND YOU HAVENT LOOKED AT HIM IN AN HOUR!
Heâs definitely going to make sure to take the prime place on your lap for his head and require scratches and pets. Will definitely put your hand back on him if you take too long with the baby monkeys around you or in between grooming them. When the baby monkeys start climbing on him or taking naps on him too, heâs more than fine with that. As long as you give him his deserved attention too.
Destined One:
I think heâd definitely be pouty and huffy as hell. Heâd sit there with his arms crossed glaring at the person who has been holding your attention for so damn long. At first he didnât care much, but the longer you spent with them the more pouty he got. Especially when you didnât respond to the noise he makes when heâs trying to get your attention. His frown deepens if they can make you laugh or something. He knows you arenât into them or anything but that doesnât mean he wants to share you especially for so long.
His tail will be thumping the ground if heâs sitting or whatever heâs standing next to. Might even âtrainâ or something and do it loud enough to cut the person off every time they try to speak by hitting his staff against something loudly in a well timed manner.
#black myth wukong#sun wukong x reader#black myth wukong x reader#destined one x reader#bk kai writes#very cute viddy!!!
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oh my lord... mentioning merfolk finally pushed me into sending in an ask for you, so hai!
im a huge marine bio nerd and i could probably ramble about that kinda stuff for awhile so im gonna keep it shorter and stick to sharks, aka my favorite species... i apologize for the very long ramble incoming
id imagine that the kind of shark makes merfolk vary heavily - you have smaller, less aggressive sharks (bamboo sharks, nurse sharks, leopard sharks), then you have dogfish which are aggressive small schooling sharks (that actually have venom from what i remember), and the big bois that are mean like bull sharks, oceanic whitetip sharks, great whites, ect. also you have basking sharks and whale sharks which are big ass chill lads. as much as i love them having a tail instead of legs, i think there'd be two "forms" of merperson, one with legs and a tail and one with just the tail. im mainly referring to the ones with legs and tails when i talk about them
like i was saying, the kind of shark species a merperson (or mershark, ill start calling them that) makes them differ between general personality, strength, size, ect ect. bigger sharks are more popular due to their strength, aggression, and speed, making them very useful in the military. smaller guys also have their advantages - its just that a bull mershark would have a much easier time in the military compared to a lemon mershark. although bigger lads are definitely more of a pain in the ass to work with if they grew up in the ocean over on land, cause i like to think most mershark (and merfolk in general) prefer living in the ocean. smaller sharks are easier to control, as they tend to be less prideful and stubborn compared to the bigger species. oceanic whitetip would be especially bad due to their aggression and pride, they're probably the most aggressive species of shark in the ocean
then when it comes to mating/courtship rituals... they don't do any of the fancy things like a werewolf, harpy, or dragon, they're rather direct. sharks in the wild don't court, typically when they meet another shark of the opposite gender they mate due to how rarely they meet other sharks, although mersharks would probably have small courtship rituals. it's pretty simple, just spending more time around who they want to court. i also think it'd be really cute if they gave the person they were courting a shark tooth of theirs that fell off as a memento of sorts. when it comes to mating, male sharks bite as a ritual. not as hard as they'd bite prey, but definitely enough to leave scars. shark mating is pretty rough, but mersharks would probably tone it back a little bit, though there will be times when their instincts slip.
mershark are also oblivious as fuck to other courting rituals if they grew up in the ocean. almost no shark species really have courting, so they don't have instincts when it comes to someone courting them, and they don't have the same socialization that a mershark that grew up on land would have. i just think mersharks are very interesting and very cool <3
thank you for reading my insane rambling about sharks and sharkpeople... once again, sorry for the long ramble, but i had to share my thoughts
Oh god anon this is some GOOD SOUP and as a fellow animal nerd I absolutely love hearing weird animal facts and all I can imagine is just Ghost and Sharkmer reader being absolute idiots lol :D
CW: NSFW at the end, short and quick bc brain isn't braining but this concept of your anon is so cool!
Like Ghost initially thinking all monster courting rituals are complicated as fuck, and the info he finds on the internet doesn't help one bit. And you, having grown up in the ocean, have no fucking clue he's trying to court you in some convoluted way.
You'll spend days just existing next to him, or very gently nibbling on his fingers, which, in your mind, makes it very clear you want to mate, but all Ghost thinks is that you want to eat him. And the next thing you know he's shoving an energy bar into your mouth and walking away and you're left confused.
And Ghost, bless the poor fool's soul, eventually gets lured into the waters by your sparkling eyes and wide grin of sharp teeth. The same teeth bite down on every piece of his skin, not enough to actually hurt him, but your teeth marks litter his thighs, his ass, all across his chest and especially around his pecs, from shoulders down to his biceps and anywhere you can reach while you stretch him.
God the sex is one of the best he's ever had, his usually cold body warming up from the proximity of you and the warm waters you're in as you slowly fuck both of your cocks into him, having stretched him open until he was unable to beg between his hiccups. And he's so pretty beneath you, rough groans as he rubs his cock while you move your hips in a slow rhythm, your dicks pushing in and out, in and out, brushing against his prostate until he was close to losing his mind with how you stretched him beyond imagination.
Some of your teeth end up lodged in his shoulder, and when you finish mating him you tell him to keep them, making them into a necklace he now wears around his neck.
#gnome correspondence#cod mw2#x reader#trinkets from the hoard#top male reader#male reader#simon ghost riley x male reader#simon ghost riley x reader#cod x male reader#cod modern warfare#monster 141 au#monster cod au
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I had a weird dream and crack ship was born
Frowny: OhâŠyeah she seems. Nice. Dogday? Where are you going?
Dogday offscreen running away as fast as he can.
I don't even remember the dream but I remember the ship.
I need possible ship name. Ideas? Right now I'm thinking Chocolate Rain lol.
Gametoons is so bad. But I somehow someway had a liking for Frowny Fox (and maybe some of the other forgotten critters)
I also wasn't satisfied by how i drew Maggie in my last comic. That's what I get for trying to draw her from memory and not just...looking up a picture. So I tried again. I like this design a lot more.
A short oneshot fic under the cut. At the last minute I changed it to be Christmas themed which is why the picture isn't Christmas themed.
The Day Frowny Realized Maggie Wasn't Just Scary
The outdoor mall was chaos. With the holidays right around the corner, critters flooded the square, scrambling for last-minute gifts and bargains. Stalls were crammed with shiny trinkets, festive treats, and decorations that probably cost twice as much as they should. Frowny hated this. Crowds made his fur itch, and the pressure of picking the perfect gift didnât help.
He was here for a Secret Santa gift exchange, and the name heâd drawnâan acquaintance who loved puzzles and had a mild obsession with coffeeâhad him stumped. He hovered by a table of mugs, frowning at one shaped like a sleeping squirrel. It was cute, but not too cute, right? He didnât want to send the wrong message.
Just as he reached for it, something slammed into his side, sending him stumbling into the stall. A sharp hiss of pain escaped Frowny as he caught himself on the edge of the table.
âMOVE IT, BUDDY!â
Frowny turned, his tail bristling, to see a yellow gecko in ugly brown pants rushing through the crowd, shoving critters out of his way like a hurricane. Before Frowny could even get a word out, the gecko shoved another critter. This time, the wrong one.
Maggie Mako.
Oh no.
Maggie didnât budge. Didnât even sway. She turned her head slowly, towering over the gecko like a tidal wave about to break. Her grin was wide and full of teeth. âYou wanna try that again, pal?â
The gecko froze, his cocky energy deflating immediately. âUh⊠my bad,â he stammered, his eyes darting for an exit.
âYou shoved someone else, then bump into me? Oh, youâve got guts. Letâs see if you like keeping them inside.â
The gecko's yellow scales turned white. âS-s-sorry ma'am! D-didn't mean toâuhâyeah, Iâll justââ
âScram,â Maggie growled, crossing her arms. That was all it took. The gecko bolted, nearly tripping over his own tail as he disappeared into the crowd.
Maggie rolled her shoulders and went back to considering some very ornate holiday cookies, looking more annoyed than anything. âSome critters. That's what I thought.â she muttered, dusting her hands off.
Frowny, who had been standing frozen with one paw still clutching the squirrel mug, finally remembered how to breathe. He adjusted his scarf and was about to slink away unnoticed when Maggie turned, catching him mid-stare.
Her grin softened with recognition. Less teeth, more playful.
âYou okay, Foxy boy?â
It took a second for Frownyâs brain to catch up. Maggie had just defended him. Maggie, the big, scary shark woman who could probably bench press two wagons full of pumpkins, had stepped in for him. And now she was looking at him, smiling, as if she hadnât just terrified someone out of their scales.
âI, uhâŠâ His left ear flicked nervously. âIâm fine.â
âYou sure?â Maggie stepped closer, her shadow falling over him like a blanket. âYou look a little pale. Well, paler than usual.â She smirked, her tone teasing but not unkind.
Frowny wanted to say something clever, but his brain had short-circuited. Instead, he noticed something odd: Maggie didnât seem scary in that moment. She seemed⊠safe. Yes. safe, strong and confident, but not in a way that made him want to hide. In fact, it was kind of⊠nice?
And then it hit him. It wasnât just nice. It was attractive. Hot even? Did his brain really just go there.
Oh no.
Maggie arched a brow, waiting for a response. When none came, she leaned down, eyes twinkling. âWhatâs the matter, Foxy? Catnap got your tongue?â
Frownyâs ears burned. He yanked his scarf higher over his face. âNo. Iâm fine. Thanks. Bye.â The words came out in a rushed jumble as he turned and awkwardly strutted away, his tail puffed up like a bottle brush.
Maggie blinked after him, then laughed. âYouâre welcome!â she called, shaking her head. âWeird little guy.â
Meanwhile, Frowny ducked behind a corner, clutching his chest like his heart was about to escape. What was that? What was that?! Heâd spent weeks avoiding Maggie because she was terrifying, and now, after one incident, he wasâno. No, no,no. This wasnât happening! He did not have a thing for Maggie Mako.
âŠBut her smile had been kind of nice. And her strength had been⊠really nice. Pretty smile, very white cheerful teeth that didn't frighten him like they'd used to.
âOh no,â he muttered to himself, ears flat. âThis is bad.â
It was the beginning of the end. Or maybe the start of something good? No of course not! Or maybe it could be? Frowny wasnât sure yet. He just knew he was doomed.
#smiling critters#smiling critters au#poppy playtime#popply playtime au#dogday#frowny fox#maggie mako#nightmare critters#nightmare critters au#fanfiction#writers on tumblr#artists on tumblr#fanart#oneshot#gametoons#critter cross au#critter crossing au
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AITA for giving my dog kisses?
I (F20s) have the cutest little pug of all time who I love and cherish more than anything. I love cuddling him, taking him on walks, and giving him kisses all over his cute little head. I just get such cute aggression with him I have to kiss him lol I like giving him kisses on the top of the head, between his eyes, on his cheeks, on his floppy ears, I kiss his little snout sometimes too. The one thing is, I don't like being licked by dogs, and luckily he's not a licker, so he never actually licks my mouth or face when I give him kisses. He loves getting kisses too, btw, and wags his tail and cuddles up to me when I'm showering him in kisses so it's not like it's smothering to him or uncomfortable.
Anyway, my partner (M20s) recently told me that he thinks it's gross that I give our pug so many kisses, and told me that it makes him not want to kiss me. I said that the dog is clean and I'm just kissing the his fur, not his mouth, and it's not like he ever licks my lips, so I don't see the big deal. But partner said he doesn't like it, and asked me to stop kissing the dog and I was like, I literally can't it's like this maternal instinct and the dog is so cute and I don't want to give up my pug kisses đ„ș So I basically told him I'm not going to stop kissing the dog and said he doesn't have to kiss me if he doesn't want, though I'll just try to remember to wash my face and mouth more frequently if it bothers him that much. He didn't really like that. And he's a little annoyed that I'd rather give up kissing him than give up kissing our dog đ
So uh AITA for giving my dog kisses?
What are these acronyms?
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Obey Me- Dragon mc Drabble
Scroll to the end for a little doodle lol.
Word count: 2,134
Gn mc, could be seen as romantic or platonic
Characters: All seven bros!
Warnings: none
Being a large fluffy creature has it's benefits. Snow is plain fun and not horribly cold, you're soft to the touch, and you look cool as hell.
Being a large fluffy creature also has it's downsides.
You were coiled at the base of the couch, scrolling Devilgram with the talons on your wings, paws tucked under your form as you caught up on the latests trends
.... that was a lie, you were looking up unethical curses. Come on, it was interesting!
You halted, though, as a weight not-so-subtly plopped against your side.
"...Belphie, the couch is empty." You muttered, not finding the heart to be annoyed at him. He looked at you with a sly grin, before promptly taking one of your wings to tuck over himself like a blanket.
"Yup. I know," He hummed, getting cozy.
"I'm taking the other couch."
"Nooooo." You pouted. He laughed.
"Yeeeees. It's too late now, anyways. I'm not moving. Accept your fate."
It was admittedly a nice feeling having someone curled up into your side like that as he nestled snugly into your fur. He felt somewhat like a weighted stuffed animal or a pillow, aside from the rise and fall of his breathing.
"Oh, there you are." The voice of Beel came from somewhere behind you. You craned your neck as he came over.
"Free me."
He shook his head with the slightest smile. "Nah. You two look cozy." He took a few chips from the bag he was holding, before ultimately deciding to join in.
Beel settled next to his twin, closer to your front paws as he leaned against your upper shoulder. He made a contented noise before commencing with his snacking, but not before offering you a bbq chip as payment (which you happily accepted).
It was comfortable for all of another minute before you heard another voice approach.
"Where did they- oh!"
Asmodeus looked over the couch to be surprised by your little pile of three, before he quickly squeaked.
"Aww, look at you~! All cuddled up, that is so CUTE!" He gushed. He pulled out his D.D.D, pointing it at you for an impromptu photoshoot.
"Asmo, wait-!" You laughed, but it wasn't working. He circled you a few times to get the right angles and framing, making comments about the three of you, and generally causing a flustered dragon.
"You know what? I should get in on this, too! It'd be such a waste if I didn't~" He cooed once his photographer instinct was satiated.
"Go for the tail." Belphie offered, sounding barely awake in the way he mumbled the words.
Asmo hummed, before shooting you a wink.
"Actually, I think I'd prefer the be a bit more up-close-and-personal..."
"OH NO YA DON'T!"
Mammon had come in to hear what the mild commotion was about, only to see his brothers snuggled up to HIS dragon.
"OFF! All of ya!" He barked, stomping over much to the amusement of the others.
"Hey Mams." You said with a grin, upside-down as you flexed your head to meet his gaze. He frowned with a pout.
"What do ya think you're doin', letting these guys snuggle up to ya, huh?! Don't forget, you're MY dragon!"
"Ugh, be QUIET." Belphie grumbled, shooting the man a glare.
A weight draped itself across your back as Asmo suddenly chose his spot, splaying himself over you comfortably. It earned a loud 'HEY' as he shot his brother a gloating look, not caught by you.
You looked at Beel, who simply shrugged.
"You know, if you spent less time complaining..." Asmo drawled, a smile in his voice.
"Then maybe YOU'D be the one all cozied up to them, hmm?"
Mammon growled, hopping over the couch as he tried to push his brother off his spot.
"Guys..."
"OFF! Go snuggle up with Solomon, or someone, I don't care!"
An uncomfortable squabble broke out as the two fought for the throne seat. Beel had to break it up once they got too rowdy and caused you to wince. He pulled them apart, earning a grateful look from yourself, and settled back down. Asmo ended up closer to your tail, while Mammon had managed to claim your back for his own.
There were sparkles in his voice as he laughed triumphantly, adjusting his shades as he got comfortable.
"HA! See, that's what ya get for messing with The Great Mammon!"
Asmo rolled his eyes, huffing as he ran a hand over the soft fur of your tail. You let the tip of it come over to gently coil around his waist, appeasing the demon as he giggled at your action.
"Oh, please," Asmo hummed with an annoyed glance to Mammon.
"You're not the great ANYTHING. That spot dosen't look comfortable, anyways."
He had a point about that. Asides from the padding of your wing muscles, it was a pretty rigid seat. Mams wasn't about to admit that, though. Not when he had the throne.
"Wha-? You say that to my face!" He challenged, defending his self-appointed title.
"Guys." Beel chimed in, sounding annoyed. "Be quiet. You're hurting my head."
Belphie mumbled in unconscious agreement.
The two arguing glared at eachother, debating on whether or not to listen. You let out a low hiss. That seemed to finally break the tension.
Mammon leaned back, resting his head against the base of your neck with his arms crossed. He still felt a little triumphant.
Asmo continued using your tail as a shawl, curling into your flank. He brought out his D.D.D to begin scrolling, as you had been before The Pileâąïž.
...
....?
...You felt your ears prick as faint yet fast-approaching steps came into hearing.
You looked towards the sound, confused, prompting a questioning noise from the demon on your shoulders. A few seconds later, Satan came into the room, looking around rapidly as if searching for something.
Beel turned to look at him, lowering his second chip bag, brows furrowed. "Satan? Is something wrong? Why were you running?"
He took a moment to catch his breath, still searching the room.
"I- is there a cat in here? I swear I heard one." He panted.... how good was this man's hearing???
"What? There aint' no cat here. What are you talking about?" Mammon questioned, looking him up and down with a squint.
"I was hissing at them to be quiet."
You said, connecting the dots. Satan looked at you, before letting out a sigh.
"Oh." Was all he said. You saw the faint blush on his face nonetheless.
You glanced down to the others, all situated somewhere along your form, and then back to him.
You accepted your fate, offering an invitation.
"Join the pile?" You suggested, tilting your head cutely.
"It's warm."
"And soooooft." Belphie mumbled from under your wing. Satan thought for a moment, before shaking his head with a chuckle.
"Well, if there's no cat here... fine, I suppose. Make some room."
He came over to the other side of the couch, scanning to see where he'd fit best. There was a book tucked under his arm, a bookmark hastily tucked into the pages. He must've been in the library just before he heard you.
Satan settled himself against your wing, leaning into the feathers. A small, rare smile graced his features, making you smile in turn.
You looked away before shifting just a little, bunching your neck to take on more of a resting position. T'was a prime nap opportunity.
"Hm, now there's a whole five of us here..." Asmo mused to himself a minute later, not looking up from his phone.
"I wonder if Levi and Lucifer are going to join in? Maybe I should text them."
"Don't." Satan said with a frown, clearly opposed to the thought of his older brother coming to ruin the fun.
"But it'd be so cute! Everyone joined together for a cuddle pile~"
Belphie murmured his protest.
"Ugh, gag me."
It was a peaceful few minutes, but, not unexpectedly, you heard someone's voice calling your name after a while.
You beeped in response before Levi came in the room, looking dejected.
"Whatâs up?" You hummed, frowning at his expression. He grumbled.
"I just spent all of my tickets on this new gacha event... I was saving them up forever..." he explained. You nodded at him to continue.
"- And I didn't even get the limited edition character! The odds were in my favor, how could I NOT get her?!"
He hopped over the couch, flopping down onto it face-first.
"Boooo, who cares." Mammon said unsympathetically. You turned your head to give his hair a nip of annoyance, shutting him up.
You brought up your free wing to pat Levi gently on the head. He mumbled something, but didn't pull away.
"Wait, was that from that MMORPG you had us play a few months ago?" Satan asked, looking thoughful. Leviathan nodded.
"I still have my account." Beel piped up. Asmo nodded as well. "Me too!"
Satan confirmed his account, as well as yourself. Belphie was dead to the conversation.
"If I'm not mistaken, the event gives free tickets at the beginning. We should still have ours available,"
Satan continued. Levi looked up from the couch with renewed hope.
"-if we all enter the gacha, one of us may win. We could trade the character to you."
Leviathan blinked, processing the info as you and the othes all agreed, willing to help him out.
He was silent for the moment, before letting out a high pitched noise you didn't know was possible for him to even make.
"EeeeeEEEEAAAAA-! YES! THANK YOUUU! YOU'RETHEBESTBROTHERSEVER-" He got up with sudden vigor to wrap his arms around Satan, who suddenly looked very uncomfortable. After a minute or two of boincing around, Levi seemed to realize what he was doing, letting go with a stammer and a red face. You had to force down a chuckle, endeared, as you didn't want to embarass him more.
"I-I um... t-thank you. That means a lot." Levi said, a bit more calmly. He was still clearly happy, though.
You chuffed to catch his attention, taking the moment to offer him a place under your other wing, raising it to create a small fort between you and the couch.
He looked at the offer for a moment, loading, before he quickly nodded and rushed over to hide himself. Mammon rolled his eyes as Levi squiggled in, joining the pile.
You now had six demons on you.
Belphegor and Levi under either wing.
Beel at your shoulder.
Satan against your outer wing.
Asmo coiled in your tail.
And Mammon in the throne seat upon your back.
You didn't even know if anyone else COULD fit. You felt spiritually connected with a beanbag chair. But there was one missing.
"Lu- " you started, but a low, deep voice cut you off.
"So this is where you all have been."
He stood in that far doorway, looking at your makeshift couch, placed right in front of the real one. His expression seemed a mixture of exasperation and amusement.
You blinked.
"We've been waiting for youuuuu~" You crooned in a mock-creepy voice. Although a few voices near your sides disagreed.
Lucifer made a noise somewhere between a huff and a chuckle, shaking his head.
He walked over, staring down your current amalgamation. He crouched down once he go to you, meeting at your eye-level. You slow blinked at him, earnestly hoping not to be in trouble.
Lucifer took your head in his hands, petting your chin and between your ears (like he did with Cerberus, you note), earning a happy purr.
Satan glowered at him, along with the orange and sunset eyes each beneath your wings, but he paid no mind.
"You seem comfortable. There's room for one more, I presume?" He asked, that signature and sly look on his face.
"No there ain't!" Mammon responded at once, but he was all but unheard as Lucifer took his place at your front, leaning his head against your throat. He could probably feel the pulse in your neck, normally an off-limits spot
.... but you made exceptions.
The demon sighed, quietly enough to only be heard by you. Even though he kept his somehow perfect posture, you could feel his muscles relax a little.
"...I suppose that makes all of us then, hmm?"
"Looks like it."
"LOL, I think so."
"Mhm."
"Munch."
"Can Lucifer leave?"
...
"Ooo, I should take pictures of all of us~!"
*click*
*click, click*
"AAA, STAHP!"
___
You chuckled quietly to yourself. It was moments like these that felt nice. Everyone was here. There was no danger or looming responsibilities.Just you and your boys
....Even if it was guaranteed you wouldn't be leaving for a good long while.
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in the middle of working on a lucifer redesign :)
thoughts/explanations + minor character analysis under the cut (this was supposed to be short but it ended up being very thorough lmao):
honestly love his canon design so I'm kind of working from that more than I'm trying to rethink stuff from scratch
I'm gonna admit right now that a lot of the design choices were very self indulgent lol; I just want him to be pretty :<
circus stuff~
I've seen a lot of people raise their eyebrows at the circus motif, so I was going to try something different, but I actually think it makes a lot of sense!
I think freakshows/circus acts have been tied to this idea that certain identities/abilities are strange and shameful, only valuable as dehumanizing entertainment -- they're mistakes, freaks of nature
but at the same time many circus performances require a lot of skill and work and love that can go unappreciated, each and every performer at the very least a person worth respecting
I think lucifer sees hell as a freakshow/circus he's been forced to lead and try to control
a bunch of wayward toys meant to be bright and beautiful that have been twisted into something terrifying
and he needs to discover a more empathetic, appreciative, and loving way to think about sinners
and also to realize that it's not about him or his mistakes; it's about a group of people with their own emotions and autonomy that he needs to respect
anyway
all that to say: we're keeping the circus ringleader thing!
I think a whip would make more sense for a ringleader, esp since alastor has a staff already (but they're enemies/foils so maybe their designs should reflect each other?)
there's room to turn the whip into a snake maybe
in the pic I made it look like his tail bc I considered making his actual tail a goat tail (cute! but the longer one suits him better I think)
maybe an apple on the top/handle still
the tux honestly looks a little too formal/cool for him most of the time lmao
so I think he should take off the jacket/have the toymaker apron on instead unless he's fighting
vaudeville doll~
lucifer has a lot going on tbh: circus ringleader, angel, devil/demon, snake, goat, vaudeville porcelain doll, toymaker, etc.
I think I'm gonna take out snake just to simplify a little, but I'll talk about that more later
I was also going to take out porcelain doll but
1) the rosy cheeks are super cute
2) fits with the circus theme
3) fits with the idea that he's both a toy and toymaker (an angel that tried to play god)
uhhh there's a couple self indulgent doodles of him in a vaudeville doll dress lol. not relevant to the design at all; I just like drawing stripes and ruffles
I ended up making him sort of androgynous in a lot of ways? (not that he wasn't already lol) which works for him I think
part of it was the vaudeville doll thing; I wanted to give him (keep?) the eyeshadow and add those little vertical marks you see on them sometimes
also because I really liked the puff sleeves in one of the references I used; it kind of emphasizes an extended hourglass shape with the puffy pants
plus I love drawing the more classic tuxedo shape <3 very yummy lines and details
hair/shape~
I fucking LOVE when people draw him with messy hair, so I made that permanent
I also think (esp since he's blond) having the hair stick out in tufts kind of makes it look like a star (morningstar, lightbringer, etc. etc.)
even more so with the pointy horns (those are also fun to draw cause they're right in the corners of his widow's peak)
I drew a random triangle on one of these as a reminder to keep the pointy/triangular shape language throughout lol
squares would def be wrong with the implications of sturdiness and stability
I think circles would be wrong too? he's vulnerable and ultimately very soft inside so I kept a lot of round lines, but I don't think he's the traditionally bubbly/friendly/peaceful archetype circles are usually used for
triangles are apparently dynamic, dangerous, and unpredictable, which is a little closer to what I'm going for
(shape language is a very flexible rule btw; I'm not saying they determine everything about a character or that one shape has to mean exactly one thing)
he's also a depressed, tortured soul, so I feel like he should look just a little unhinged and exhausted <3 (hence the eyebags on top of the messy hair)
angel stuff~
(sidenote: cherub and seraph are singular, cherubim and seraphim are plural. even the show gets this wrong tho, so feel free to say whatever ig)
I'm pretty sure most people agree lucifer was probably a cherub? cherubim only have 4 wings so I might go with that
I do think it makes more sense if he's higher ranking like a seraph tho ... it's hard to decide whether to go with the show's ideas about angels or actual religious texts cause both are interesting in their own ways
snake~
ARHHGHJF idk how I feel about his nose
again I thought about taking out the snake motif, but he honestly looks good w/o a nose (I mean it's there obviously but you can't see it if it's just snake slits lol), and I definitely like the idea of him having a forked tongue or his eyes turning into slits when he's angry
also also
mini rant on animal motifs in hazbin:
I get the impression that a lot of people think it's a bad thing that you can't tell what animal a character should be? and/or that a motif has to be clearly present in the entire design to be good
and I kind of just accepted that until I started thinking about ozzie's design from helluva boss
like the original demon he's based on is really just that fucked up and mixed with animals you can't always identify
and chinese dragons are like a billion different animals even though they sort of just look like lizards at the end of the day
like obviously if you want the audience to associate a character with a specific animal (like if you want people to think a character's spooky because they're a spider or something), then you do want the animal motifs to be clear/consistent
but sometimes you just want certain elements there and it doesn't matter if the audience picks up on it (at least consciously)
and I think with someone like lucifer, having a lot of animals/concepts mixed together in an ungodly combination makes sense lol
so idk
maybe we'll just give him the nose/tongue
I did try just giving him a button nose in some of these for the doll thing tho
goat/charlie~
urgh I hate realizing I should've designed certain characters together lol
I took out the rosy cheeks in my original charlie design since I wasn't thinking about lucifer, so I put them back in this time lol (and generally thought about how they should be visually related)
I like that it enforces the idea that charlie's lucifer's creation (toymaker makes a doll in his own image yk)
also they both have puff sleeves now :) (charlie's design is basically princess dress silhouette but make it a suit)
I also gave her goat ears, so I figured lucifer should have them too? idk because I like the way his hair looks a lot better without them, and I kind of like the idea of giving them diff combinations of goat features (maybe she should have a goat tail?)
also drawing this made me realize I have no idea why charlie has a puppy nose??? I thought it was the goat thing for some reason but that doesn't make any sense
maybe I'll just give her no nose
anyway! fucking incredible if you read all of that; idk what possessed me to write so much about a half-finished design lol. feel free to leave suggestions/answers to the questions I had!
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Pretty clothes for you! âš (Patreon)
#My art#Solanaceae#Satine#Ahh!!! Even with this one being done I'm still so nervous about it somehow!! Haha âȘ#It's been so so soooo long since I've participated in an Event that I've forgotten everything I've ever learned or done in one haha#But yes! This is an event piece! DCS put out an art call and I wanted to join and I'm very glad I did! :D#I would consider myself a very casual fan of Solanaceae like it's been way too long since I've reread in earnest but I like to stop by#Lovely art and characters and interesting movement and feelings and problems everyone runs into it's quite cool :D#Satine is probably my favourite of the bunch even if it has been too long since I've properly caught up with everyone!!#I remember always feelings very positive and like - mixed-love? They're complex in a way that I really like#Ahh all the more reason to catch up again! So I can properly express how I feel about Satine /now/ not just partially remembered haha#I'm also just generally a fan of DCS' art style and passion and ah <3#I don't think I've mentioned it anywhere but DCS was one of my Very Big - maybe even Main inspirations to make VargasLovingHours#And then I also get to draw their pretty lad in Satine! Yes!!#I have a lot to feel thankful for inspiration-wise haha â„#This was a fun outfit to design :D I really wanted Satine to feel pretty 'cause they are!#A kind of cool pink and scalloping I will always choose scalloping if there is an option for scalloping to be chosen#And I got to bring back a bit of the rainbow-opal look I used for Winter King a bit back as well! :D#And mirrors and sparklies and just - yes! Many good and fun things!!#I do think it's a bit funny since those were supposed to be thought bubbles but then I just - forgot to make the little bubble tails lol#Remembered them on the flowers! But not the thought bubbles! Haha oh well âȘ#Does not diminish the cutes or the pretties â«
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Could we get more shy Buggy content pls đđ I'm love
YEAH WE CAN. We love a shy and awkward clown.
Let's have some headcanons about shy Buggy!
WC: ~500 Warnings: sfw, fluffy af, buggy x gn!reader
Buggy tries foods and drinks that you like, partly to get to know more about you, but also because he wants you to notice that you like the same thing and and start liking him because of it.
He researches your interests - looking through his books, listening in on your conversations, buying new books, stealing books, eavesdropping, finding a way to stand nearby so he can listen to you talk without you noticing - all to learn more and be knowledgeable. Whenever you bring up a particular topic, Buggy will jump right in full of confidence and showing off. You're paying attention to him, it's great! Until you ask about some specific detail and â OOPS SORRY, someone's calling him, he's gotta go byeeeee
GO DO MORE RESEARCH. Hours, maybe even days, later Buggy will swagger back up to you and act like no time has passed since that last conversation. Now he's ready to talk about it more. You see what's going on and give him a break. No hard questions this time. As adorable as it was to fluster Buggy, you also like when he's pleased with himself. If he was a dog (a dirty sea dog lol), his tail would be wagging so fast that it's a blur.
When you compliment Buggy on something, he is riding the high for the rest of the day. Playing it on repeat in his head, strutting around with his chest puffed out, he's practically glowing. (Wait, does his nose look a little extra lumiescent? Don't say anything, it's cute.) He keeps boasting about it too - "You're not fashionable like me. Maybe you should get a flashy scarf like this." "Only someone like me could have a belt like this!" "Oh, I wash my hair once a month, that's why it's so silky." (It's greasy, Buggy. You got the compliment because you showered yesterday.)
He also tries to get you to compliment him again. Wearing the same combination of clothes, putting his hair up the same way, whatever it was, he's doing it. But Buggy would say anything about it. It's like a weird trick, he'll flounce around and try to get your attention so that you compliment him again. Swaying and tossing his hair back. Standing in front of you, hand in a pocket so you can see his belt, or his hands resting on the jolly roger belt buckle. Fidgeting with his scarf.
Here's the problem, though. He can't handle it. He can't handle the way that your eyes flick down to his belt (his crotch). Or how your eyes are over his face, staring right through him, watching him lick his lips, looking at his neck, at his handsâŠ
Even if you don't compliment him, Buggy takes it as a win. And he's definitely the kind of guy to fist pump behind your back.
Silly guy, he doesn't realize that you can see his shadow.
#buggy x reader#buggy the clown x reader#buggy the clown#buggy x you#x reader#buggy op#opla buggy#one piece buggy#hey-august buggy headcanons#hey-august replies
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