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Hi love can I get a tiramisu with a side hot coffee (w baby trapping) made freash by Max Verstappen ty 💛

bakery menu (complete)

want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! i have tons of items to choose from and i'd love for you to check them out! any driver is available (must be 18+, duh) so please feel free to throw your orders my way <3 i love the way your mind thinks, lovely anon. that's one way to get competition off the track! i hope you love the fic!

tiramisu (“my little slut to ruin.”) + coffee (rivals au) served by max verstappen (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, driver!reader, rivals au, baby trapping, (technically) unprotected sex, jos verstappen jumpscare, missionary & mating press,

max knew the hunger of racing. it was almost a blood lust. it was a fire in the belly of a driver that pushed them to such limits that it would kill some. formula one drivers were all striving to be the best. max knew this quite well, spending years in a shadow he could never escape. he yearned for approval but it always came to him like a bitter pill. but, not you. you were the track's princess, praise came to you on a silver platter.

and it annoyed the hell out of max. many prayed for his downfall both on a driving level, but also on a personal level. people wanted him to fail, but those same people wanted you to fly high to a second world championship.

so when he saw his own father smiling at you and give you a firm hand shake followed by a pat on the back after a spectacular win. max knew there was one thing to do.

make sure you never stepped foot on the track again.

"c'mon, schat." max said as he leaned against the doorway of the motor home on the track. he saw you walk by back to your teams. he crossed his arms and watched you on shaky legs.

you made a face, "treasure?" you laughed, your voice bounced a little down the row of motor homes for the weekend, "max verstappen, do you forget who i am?"

he snickered, "currently you look like a shaky deer. why are you in heels, you never wear heels?" the two of you butt heads often. you seemed to get under each other's skin often enough.

"it's called going on a date, max. have you heard of those? plus, shouldn't you be fucking some grid bunny tonight? we are on your home turf, might as well trap some poor girl with your bastard."

he laughed louder, "funny. were you having a night on the town? i bet you opened your legs to whatever manager you could find. whoever would give you the biggest contract." his words were biting and so were yours. while it was always better to catch flies with honey than vinegar.

it was easier to catch a rival with vitriol than kindness.

you got your heels off and threw them one after the other towards him before you stopped over bare foot to get in his face. you got onto the small porch and he was all smiles.

"do you have-"

"of course. after all, you're not the first grid bunny of the weekend." then pulled you into the motor home with a slam of the front door. before you could chew him out for that term being used towards you. he had you pressed against the door of the motor home with your leg wrapped around his hip and his large hand pushing up the already short skirt of your dress.

he had no interest in any of the fans with his face plastered across their fat tits. while the women of his home country were beautiful, his eyes were set on the snapping jaws of another driver.

his lips down your neck, teeth grazed across your pulse point and it made you shudder. nipples grew hard under his touch. he started to grope your breasts and you moaned out loud in the near empty motor home.

clothes were shed, leaving you vulnerable. it was a surprise that you made it to the bed. for a brief moment as you dragged him to the bedroom, max thought he was going to breed his future wife on the linoleum wooden floor. and max may have wanted you bred asap but, he wasn't going to hurt your poor elbows and knees. his wife deserved the best, you were going to be doing a big thing. giving birth to the next legend of the track.

"schat." he said softly his mouth to your ear. his strong arms wrapped around you and pulled to his chest. his hands then went to your breasts where he groped the flesh, near bruising them. they were only going to get prettier once you got pregnant. he felt lucky tonight.

"max. fuck." you groaned before you managed to pull yourself away from him and get onto the bed. you propped yourself up on your elbows as you gazed at him. he eyed your beauty as he got closer to you and the bed. his cock at full attention.

oh yeah, you'd never step foot in a car again after tonight. well give it a few weeks and then you'll be off the track for good. he got between your legs on the bed. he got those lovely thighs around him as he continued to gaze at your figure.

"pretty thing." he said, "should i be worried that another man touched you tonight? or were you a good girl?"

you looked at him, "you're not my husband. max. you don't own me."

max smiled before he leaned over you, his bare cock almost slipped into your slick hole as he grabbed a condom from the box in the nightstand. you were trying to get out from under him before he slipped in without protection. a condom was what you thought was your savior. but, max had pricked little holes in it earlier, when he found out you'd be back to the track late.

you watched him get the condom on, the low light made it almost impossible to notice that there were small tears int he tip of the condom. with enough force of his hips, max could probably tear through it. you held onto his forearms as he rubbed his cock up against you for a few moments before he sank inside your sweet cunt. it made him groan and feel a heat in him.

"perfect little thing. i bet you thought about me while you were out. thought about all the thing i'd do you that's why you came in here, right? because you knew you'd get that cunt fucked out."

you felt your ears burn as he continued to rut against you. you dug your short nails into his arms as he thrusted against you. his cock was like a bully, just like the rest of him. but it made your toes curl as you laid under him.

max verstappen was your rival and now he was too busy gorging on your cunt like he owned it. like you were a couple. but, little did you know. the plan was going well in max's mind. it wasn't a difficult one anyway. he just needed his achy, thick cock inside of your gooey cunt and finish inside of you. the rest was biology's doing so he could take his hands off the wheel for that.

and if you weren't pregnant there was a whole other leg of the season plus the off season to really make sure it took. but, you strived for perfection, it was written in your dna. so you'd be good and take him the first time. let his baby sprout in your sweet womb. no need to think about racing when you're caring for his child.

"jij bent de mijne." he said like a promise as he picked up the pace. his cock shoved into the softest parts of you. for such a bitch on the track, your pussy was gummy soft and just pulled him in.

you whined and arched your back. max enjoyed the heavy rise and fall of your pretty breasts. oh, you were beautiful. maybe he was lucky, giving you a baby now. not allow anyone else on the grid to get a taste of you. because you were the kind of woman that men got addicted to.

he picked your hips up further and started to really work at it. your legs were over his shoulders while he fucked you with such vigor that you couldn't find it in you to grip onto the covers under your back. your toes curled while he pounded into you. heat flashed across your body and you felt like you were on fire.

you panted and moaned while max was determined to breed you. you'd be such a pretty mother to his children. did you think he was stopping at one? no. because with you he was going to breed champions and that fact made pleasure lick up in his stomach. he watched you squirm a little as you neared climax and it made max hot all over.

yeah, it was only right that he bred you. keep you off the track and at home with the kids. no need to step on anymore toes in formula one. retire with grace and raise his kids. put that hot feminine body of yours to good use, grow them well in your soft womb. be good for your husband.

he leaned further, pushing you further into yourself to kiss you hotly on the lips once more. he felt your cunt tighten around him as you panted heavily. he had you in a full mating press as his cock bruised your sweet insides. poor thing, marked forever by your rival. the kissed between you two were hot and left heat dripping through your body. his cock felt heavy between your legs. pushing you to your limit. that was a good future mrs. verstappen. you climaxed, he watched bliss crossed your face as you tensed up then relaxed. your heart hammered in your ears as you laid under him, knees to your chest and over his shoulders while his leaky blunt cock head hit against you.

he came soon after, but even when he stilled to a stop. he kept the position to make sure every last drop knew where to go. now wasn't the time for mishaps. he knew that the condom was fully torn at the tip. there was nothing protecting that pretty cunt of yours.

sorry, schat, that was the game. and as max looked into your dazed eyes, he thought that you didn't mind. when he put your legs down and got you on your stomach.

you whimpered a little and he shushed you with heated kiss. he didn't even try to pretend he changed the condom before he was back to being inside of you. you two had a long night together.

max hungered for a lot of things, but as he listened to your sweet whimper and moans, he hungered for one thing. your cunt happily drooling down his cock.

"think he's going to do it?" max asked, his arms crossed over your rounded middle. his head on your shoulder as you both watched your eldest son do a second lap on the track.

you looked at him and replied, "of course he will. he's our son." your son, remko was eight now and had taken to the track like nothing else. maybe max's plan didn't work when he made you retire years earlier due to being pregnant with your son. you would eventually step on the track again, first watching your husband win three more championships and now your son taking an interest in it.

you turned back to your son as he hugged the curves of the track. you worried your bottom lip a little. it was a little too much hugging for your liking. you rubbed your lower back. maybe it was the pregnancy emotions getting to you. making you worry.

your career ended after two championships. something you held with pride. you were married to max now, had a son and expecting another in a few short months. as max rubbed your middle and kissed your cheek. you did get one thing out of it though, a promise from your young son that while he would race under the verstappen last name, he'd happily race under your country's flag.

so while you couldn't bring your nation joy, you'd be nothing but smiles when your son held the flag high in due time. some would've considered that max trapped you with a baby (or rather two). but those same blue eyes and charming smile still lured you in. even though you had your doubts about that night being an 'accident', there was nothing you could really do now. both your boys needed their father.

"i love you." max said, hand wide across your swollen middle.

you looked at him, your rival turned husband. as your son crossed the finish line for his practice, you kissed your husband on the lips. the time of the laps were called and you said to max, "i love you too." then watched your husband pull away to congratulate remko on a good practice.

knowing your luck both of your kids will be in racing. and you knew if max had his way, the entire future grid would have the verstappen last name. <3

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punksocks · 9 months ago

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Signs Your on the Right or Wrong Path:

(Check your Moon sign, Mars sign, Ascendant, and/or North Node)

(Also wrong path behaviors tend to fit underdeveloped energy, so you may recognize these behaviors in low vibrational people with these placements)

Right path:

-Aries: You feel energetic, you may start working out more/doing more physical activities, you’re going on new adventures, pure enthusiasm, you’ve got a lot of new prospects, you still charge into situations and sometimes arguments but you avoid constant fighting and long term grudges

-Taurus: You’re making money/feeling abundant, you’re feeling creative, feeling satisfied with physical comforts (perfect meals, great self care, etc), feeling stubborn still but in a reasonable grounded way with a bit of flexibility

-Gemini: You’re quick on your feet, constantly coming up with new ideas, you’re winning a lot of verbal sparring matches/debates, suddenly absorbing a lot of new information, feeling like you’re in an intellectually stimulating environment

-Cancer: Emotionally at ease, feeling protective without being defensive, feeling at home with whatever loved ones you’re around, peaceful nostalgia, comfort in your environment/home life, being nurturing without forcing it, feeling more fertile (as straightforward as pregnancy but as all encompassing as getting a lot of new ideas or being great at cooking or growing a garden that blossoms, etc)

-Leo: Gaining attention effortlessly, increased self confidence/charisma, more creativity, getting more compliments than usual, feeling empowered and like your gettting the right amount of attention and feedback on a regular basis

-Virgo: Great productivity, being seen as reliable and supportive and being appreciated for it, getting to cross items off your todo lists, -less- anxiety and overthinking/finding ways to soothe this, improved mental health, your hygnine and routine improve and flow better, being supported and given space to rest and relax when you need to

-Libra: increased charm/beauty (a glow up essentially), peace in your social life, increased romance, getting more compliments than usual, ease in making choices, generally feeling more balanced, feeling more creative

-Scorpio: Being around people/a person you can actually really trust, being allowed to open up in your own time, great intimacy with passion and payoff and all that, transformations come easy-like shedding a second skin, feeling rewarded with safety in exchange for the vulnerability you do show, depth and understanding even if it’s only with one or two people

-Sagittarius: constant stimulation and exciting adventures (big or small), growing understanding and philosophies, more opportunities to travel and good things coming from travel, more opportunities to learn about cultures outside of your own, increased optimism and luck

-Capricorn: making money/long term investments & projects starting to pay off, clear and healthy skin, getting money from random places, your new ideas work out better than expected, gaining recognition for your hard work, elevating to new heights/gaining promotions at work, being able to carve out your own path of progress

-Aquarius: embracing your uniqueness and being celebrated for it, one of a kind ideas, feeling innovative, feeling good will and participating in humanitarian efforts, getting involved with the local community, embracing chaos and being rewarded for it, losing the desire to fit in.

-Pisces: good dreams, fluidity in daydreams and reality, new sparks for your creativity coming from your subconscious/good spiritual efforts, heightened clarity, peace of mind and tranquility coming more naturally, understanding what you process subconsciously and trusting your intuition more

Wrong path:

-Aries: Feeling lethargic/losing energy after short bursts, headaches, restlessness, constantly being stalled when you try new things, constant fighting with everyone and anyone that never seems to end

-Taurus: You’re losing money/abundance, you’re feeling rushed, you’re overindulging/binging on comforts- none of your luxuries fill the void, every hill is a hill you’re willing to die on (feeling especially stubborn)

-Gemini: You’re bored, feeling stuck, you’re having issues communicating (suddenly stuttering or drawing blanks, for example, you could even lose your voice), trouble learning and thinking, feeling like no one around you can match your intelligence

-Cancer: constantly manipulating emotions around you/your emotions being constantly manipulated, toxic codependency on family/loved ones, chest pains, yearning for the past and dissatisfaction with the present, lack of care, lack of fertility

-Leo: attention starved and you have to beg for others to pay attention to you, back pains, feeling like you only get attention at the wrong times/for the wrong things, a lot of envy/jealousy, acting out in bratty/diva ways, partying too much

-Virgo: overthinking (like you’re always going to overthink, but when it’s bad you cannot stop overthinking), uncontrollable anxiety, stomach aches, a lot of busy work with very little progress, endless to-do lists, sudden forced changes to your consistency/routine, being used for support and this being thankless, insane levels of restlessness

-Libra: Loss of appeal (not being ugly but finding your charm and general appeal towards others works less than it usually does), being depressed/uninspired about your looks, feeling like all your connections are shallow/loss of romance, being surrounded by conflict, finding it impossible to make decisions, loss of creativity

-Scorpio: feeling like -something- is off and not being able to shake that feeling (something probably is off, trust your gut), feeling like you need to guard your secrets/yourself with your life, gossip and rumors about you coming from your inner circle, intimacy that doesn’t feel worth it, you or others trying to bar you from changing & transforming, shallow connections, repeating cycles of toxic behavior

-Sagittarius: Boredom/stagnancy, shutting down discussions/learning by being too blunt, close mindedness in general, feeling stuck or cagey, environments that lack cultural stimulation, sudden bouts of bad luck/things falling apart

-Capricorn: losing money/going over budget, business ventures failing, skin problems/breakouts, drowning in work but not being able to finish any of it, being stuck in toxic systems/patterns of behavior, being controlled/dominated, having your ambition capped/hitting a glass ceiling of some sort in your goals

-Aquarius: conformity/changing your identity or ideals to conform to others, feeling cold/too disconnected towards others (like seeing people as a problem to solve instead of individuals to help), calculating behavior in general, lack of ingenuity/out of the box ideas, being too rooted in the past/how things once were

-Pisces: nightmares, not being able to tell the difference between reality and daydreams, increased problems with mental illness, being triggered uncontrollably by your subconscious, dealing with more illusions and lies, creativity stalling, romanticizing your connections and the people around you (seeing depth where there is none or vice versa)

#astro observations #astroblr #astro notes #astro community #astrology #capricorn #aquarius #taurus #Libra #Scorpio #Aries #Gemini #cancer #Leo #Virgo #Sagittarius #Pisces

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nottivagos · 7 days ago

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MAFIA CARLOS MAKING A COMEBACK?? i'm the one who is going to cry ヽ(；▽；)ノ no rush for the fics but i so want to wait until you get jock!carlos out before sending ideas, maybe art student!danny even if i'm not a danny girlie but i have an idea 👀 i don't to overwhelm you with ideas. you got this! good luck!!

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You're back again I see.... Welcome Notti's "Not So Innocent" Notebook where I write some filth to make your Wednesday a little bit better <3 || 18+ mdni pls and ty

an: 🐇NONNIE!!! ugh i love you. this one has been sitting in my drafts for WAYYYYYY too long. if you want a song to listen whilst reading this one, check out "When You Dress Up" by Lucia and The Best Boys <3

Smokey air clung around you as wisps of grey floated to the ceiling, in the vast, antique Billiard Room on Carlos’s estate. The stagnant stench of rich Cubans and imported whiskey burnt your senses. The atmosphere heavy with the weight of dirty money, the reek of wealth wrapped suffocatingly tight around yourself.

The eyes of men that dared look at you for too long burnt into your bare skin that dared make itself noticeable, their gazes lingering on the flimsy fabric that clung ever too desperately to your frame. The faint sounds of cheap lighters crackled every so often, followed by men’s relaxed sighs as they took that initial drag of the sweet nicotine which rushed through their blood. Condensation off of your crystal glass became uncomfortable to the touch as you sat silently in the lion’s den, waiting for that hungry someone to pounce.

Low murmurs was the ambience for the evening. Business talks lowly conversed as men whispered into each other's ears about their next deals with sleazy politicians or when their next imports of drugs were coming into the country.

You’d become accustomed to the large fortune Carlos Sainz owned. The empires he’d conquered to be at the top, the blood that had been shed on the pavements of Madrid, the screams of commonfolk’s fear that rang around your ears— it was like second nature now. At first it was endearing. Really, it was. Why wouldn’t it be? You were allowed as many shopping sprees as your heart desired, unlimited budgets for items you didn’t need more of, the designer goods that were constantly being added to your ever growing wardrobe— you swam in Carlos’s luxury, indulging in materialistic filth.

However, you soon found yourself becoming desensitised to the thrill of receiving such gifts. It was obvious to the naked eye that Mr Sainz had a looming, heavy influence on what you wore around his lavish grounds. Yes, you had the liberty of buying whatever you chose, but you didn’t have the liberty of showing off the full outfits that you wore.

‘The first rule of being a trophy: play dress-up and sit pretty.’ You remembered one of Carlos’s lackey's wives telling you. The advice was like a distant memory back then. You recalled not knowing what a ‘trophy’ meant in that scenario, but you soon came to understand why she said it.

Stay silent, sit pretty, don't bring too much attention to yourself and you'll survive in this life. That was what ingrained into your mind as you adjusted yourself slightly waiting for Carlos to arrive.

Wearing something that he wouldn't approve of was frisky, you knew that, but what you also knew was that you were practically untouchable. Despite wearing the black, flimsy, low cut dress that rode up your thighs which made heads turn, and their eyes glimmer with hunger at the sight, Carlos’s men knew their place in correlation to you, and it was very noticeable that you weren't going to be touched by them anytime soon.

Time droned on deadly slow, the soft ticks of the antique grandfather clock made it even more harrowing. You could sense a shift in atmosphere when Carlos arrived, the small talk dissipated into nothing. Long hair tickled your bare shoulders as you locked eyes with him for a brief moment. Carlos always had a knack for giving you an unreadable expression— a walking paradox for emotion, some may say— but the way his jaw locked into place as he assessed the way the dark fabric clung to you in the wrong places was enough to make your heart drop.

He took his seat next to you, a large hand coming to rest on your bare thigh almost immediately. The touch wasn't as loving as it usually was, no, this one held possessiveness to it. A flicker of agitation glimmered in his eyes before he cleared his throat to proceed with the meeting he'd arranged.

How you dreaded everything from the moment he started talking, the murmuring of others following. A smug burst of confidence was your overall tragic downfall, as a cocktail of emotions swam around in your stomach, mixing with the alcohol that burnt in its wake. You'd never even wanted a meeting to be over so fast, yet secretly yearning for it to not. Biting your inner cheek in desperation, you caught one of Carlos’s lackey's giving you a smirk in your peripheral vision. A hitched breath followed, as you swallowed your embarrassment, looking straight ahead to try and compose yourself.

Carlos gave you a harsh squeeze on the thigh in response to the change in your demeanour. It was almost as if it was a warning. Maybe even a silent ‘I told you so’. You didn't dare look at him, the intensity of his anger suffocating you as the meeting blurred into nothing whilst your head screamed out in agonising dread.

The rest of the evening was a blur. One by one soon enough Carlos’s lackeys were leaving, some with their partners, some after slipping wads of cash to the man sat next to you, some with no recognition of Carlos on the way out.

The last man finally exited the large room as the large, oak door closed with a stark click. Carlos had already moved over to the pristine, untouched pool table at this point, pouring himself a glass of whiskey from the decanter placed on another small table beside it. He let out a tut as he let his glass fill to a moderate amount, before a sharp snap of his fingers followed, demanding you come to him.

“Carlos, I—” you began to try to reason, your voice a little shakier than usual. The cold man was emotionally unresponsive, as you brought a hand to brush against his upper arm in hope of a little change in demeanour.

If anything, trying to reason made it worse. Something in Carlos snapped, a large hand wrapping around your wrist as he tugged you towards him, before he pressed your back against the pool table, his body looming over you as his brown doe eyes stayed locked onto your's from above.

Opening your mouth to plead your case, a finger came to press against your lips. “Not another word,” Carlos’s thick accent was dark, the command evident as you submissively nodded helplessly.

“You've already made a few heads spin this evening, haven't you princesa?” His interrogatives bit harshly as he settled himself in between your legs. “What were you thinking, huh? Dressing like that in front of my men? Looking for some kind of reaction?”

“Carlos,” you breathed hopelessly, eyes widened as you stood below him completely at his mercy.

“I didn't tell you to speak, did I?” He butted in, a dark eyebrow raised in response.

“No Carlos,” you responded, “you didn't.”

“Then be a good girl and don't talk,” he drawled into your ear, his hot breath fanning onto your ear as he pressed his lips against your neck, a little underneath your earlobe.

You shivered slightly, feeling his hot kisses trail down the side of your neck as his teeth grazed the skin. A pathetic whine escaped your lips as you laid underneath him helpless, just letting him barrage you with hard bites and soothing licks of his tongue over the sore spots on your collarbone.

You moaned softly, writhing slightly in Carlos’s grip. You felt yourself getting wetter as Carlos peppered wet kisses across your visible chest, before finally catching your lips with a searing one. Your lips melted on his as your mouths fought for dominance, Carlos’s growing clothed erection grazing against your damp panties, the friction driving you crazy.

When he pulled away, a little line of saliva connected both of you together, his lips forming into a wicked upon the sight of you lying on the pool table. Chest rising with ragged breaths, cheeks flushed a harsh crimson, eyes wide and pleading. Carlos’s bites still stung, and you both knew there would be hickeys in their wake tomorrow, a punishment for dressing like you did this evening.

“Carlos,” you pleaded with a soft whine. “I'm sorry, please,” you whispered, the look in your eyes begging for more.

He just chuckled tauntingly in response. “You really think you deserve being fucked after what you've done, huh, cariño?” He teased with mockery, his brown eyes darker than usual.

“Such a dirty girl for me,” he drawled, calloused fingertips tracing along your collarbone ever so slowly which drove you even more insane. “Is that what you wanted all along? To dress like this just so I'd fuck you?” He asked as his hand came to cup your cheeks, his thumb rubbing soothingly across your flushed apple.

You bashfully shook your head, an obvious lie on your part, gulping nervously in response. You couldn't make eye contact with him, not with the pooling desire burning in between your legs, which you'd begun to rub your thighs with to help alleviate.

“My, my,” Carlos hummed, licking his lips ever so slightly. “Maybe if you weren't so much of a slut, I'd take you right now,” he mumbled, “but after that little show you put on for my men? Now I'm not so sure.”

You groaned in response to his words. Your body yearned for his touch, the slow trails of his fingertips ghosting over your hot skin as it practically begged for more. Carlos pitied you. The sight was so beautifully saddening, you looked so desperate, so needy for him and it only added fuel to his own fire.

“Look at you,” Carlos sighed before letting out another tut in mockery, looking down at you with a feigned frown, “all helpless and needy for me. Whining underneath me like the bitch you are,” he added before he slid down your thighs, positioning himself on the floor in between them.

“Open up for me nena,” he commanded lowly, nudging your thighs apart slightly. “Come on,” he encouraged.

Abiding to his command, you spread yourself apart, just so your soaked panties were on display for him. Carlos let out an amused laugh in response to the sight, before his fingertips came to clip themselves around the hem and pull them down your legs with ease.

“Carlos,” you breathed again, feeling his hot breath mingle with the cold air of the room on your slick folds. “Carlos, I—”

You were cut off by Carlos’s tongue delving into your weeping cunt uninvited, nose slightly nudging against your clit as you gasped in response. Hungry hands clawed at his head almost instantly, nails combing through his beautiful brown hair as he continued to lap up at your pussy, his tongue working miracles as you moaned loudly.

The heat in your belly burnt swiftly as you felt yourself teetering over the edge with every lick or suck Carlos made on your slick cunt. Eyes rolled back as the coil began to tighten to a new intensity as you felt your imminent crash of ecstasy waiting to happen impatiently.

Your nails dug into Carlos’s scalp as your body finally let go after the pleasure became agonisingly too much to handle, your body shuddering uncontrollably with the longing release your body was desiring for. Crying out with an overwhelming pleasure, you whined as Carlos lapped at your dripping pussy, savouring the taste of your orgasm on his tongue.

“Good girl,” he purred onto your cunt, before pressing a soft kiss against it. He stood up from his knees, some of your juices still congealed on his face as he looked down at your panting mess of a state.

“Next time I won't give in so easily, cariño,” Carlos cooed as his hand came back up to your face and rubbed your cheek again. “Dress like that again in front of my men and I'll take you in front of them,” he warned, his thick accent low as he had a devilish smirk on his face, “but I bet you'd like that wouldn't you, princesa?”

like mafia!carlos? fancy sending me an ask in my inbox so you can be included in my notebook! - notti <3

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interstellarsystem · 18 days ago

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I'm A Skarmory

I haven't fronted in a bit, though I do come out here pretty consistently at least once every 6 months. But man it never gets less weird not aligning with the body's anatomy. And yeah I get it, most nonhumans don't align with the body they're stuck in! But I'm a skarmory, and I see a lot of quadruped experiences, but not much from avians. So I'm weighing in with my stuff!

My feet--my primary gripping tools aside from my beak--are now replaced with simple, hardly useful for holding onto anything, human feet. They're just flat. There's no claws on the ends of the toes and god DAMN are there way too many of them. I understand they're to walk with, but mine doubled as tools and weapons. I guess I can kick people here? It's nowhere near the same, though.

My leg bones are much too long and much too short in places. Walking in this body feels like I'm walking on what should be almost my ankle. It feels like my legs are even just bent in the entire wrong direction, sometimes--definitely a weird feeling!

And my wings are now replaced with... What I'd consider the human equivalent of what my feet were. Gripping tools! Except.... Almost where my wings should be?? Why are my talons where my wings should be? This especially confuses my brain, because it tries to map my phantom talons onto our hands, which leaves my lower half feeling like it shouldn't be there at all. My legs are where my body ends, so if my hands are my talons, then... Why is there more body down there? It's led to me feeling phantom talons on both my hands and my feet on more than one occasion which is definitely something that feels so strange.

One thing I like is that my skin is smooth still. Though it may be smooth, sure, unfortunately it's soft too. It squishes like something I'd have considered food back home--and it's easy to accidentally injure. My body before was polished and metallic, right down to the knifelike feathers. Now if I trip and fall I have to be worried about more than just a little dent or two? You're telling me I can be seriously injured from something so simple? I can't just shed the feather and grow back some more armour?

My mouth. Oh my god don't get me started on the mouth. It's the worst part to me. One, why is it squishy like that. Two, why is the hard biting surface INSIDE the squishy skin? That just lines up with it being all too easy to bite into my own lips or cheek. Three, the teeth are brittle in comparison to my beak anyway! I have to be careful of chipping a tooth and not eat anything ridiculously hard--whereas before my beak was basically a pair of scissors. Why do I all of a sudden need to be so so careful with it? Why is it shaped like that? Why is it so flat on my face?

The mouth being one of the things I used to hold things with in my memories also lends itself weirdly to human anatomy. I can't open it as far, so I can't hold items I'd normally consider easy to carry in it. But it's also not generally socially acceptable to carry things around in your mouth either, for some reason? My hands get full so the logical conclusion to me, is holding whatever's lightest and less likely to be damaged in my teeth! A lot of our system members carry things in their mouth anyway if it's convenient, regardless of the social stigma--but it's still weird to me that there is stigma about it.

Overall the body feels feeble and brittle in comparison to what I used to be. It's also distorted in such a way that my own phantom shifts are inconsistent with how they're arranged, so even when I get shifts it feels dysphoric. It's so weird! I don't necessarily mind having a human body but every time I come to front, it ends up throwing me off a lot more than just a little.

Life here isn't all that bad though, there's plenty of things I like here too. A lot of the lifestyle changes from before are nice, and I do actually like some parts of our body!

I like that we have a lot of fingers, in this body. My feet before only had 3 toes each, but having 5 fingers per hand is actually useful! It kinda helps fit more things with less likelihood of dropping stuff. I think the thumbs on these ones are a lot more useful than my feet were before, too--they're adaptable! Able to be used in all sorts of situations, not just grabbing things! I think that's cool. Like, I'm typing! Much faster than I'd ever be able to with my own beak or feet in my body--if metaphorical me knew how to type, that is.

I also like hair, even though everything on my body before was sharp or metallic. I just like the texture honestly--it's soft in a way that isn't all too dysphoric for me. It's a nice, like.. Stim toy, almost? Now that I think about it... Maybe I had fluffy down feathers between plates of armour to keep me warm? I haven't looked into it in all honesty. Not that the enjoyment of texture needs to relate back to me being a skarmory--just some pondering aloud.

I also definitely like that I don't have to be wild anymore. In headspace I can do what I want without fear of some predator who happens to know flamethrower coming up to me and deciding I'm a nice snack or I got too close to their territory. It's nice to be able to feel that in front too--the outerworld feels much more realistic to me and it's great to be able to feel alive and not constantly hunted.

Houses are cool, and so are beds. Having a bed and being able to make it all nice and comfy feels like nesting, to me. Where I would nest in thorns before to polish and harden my armour, this body nests in soft, fluffy things that protect us from getting injured by anything too hard. I think it's nice, actually--both I and this body nest in materials that match their body type! Kind of a cute little parallel.

I guess the conclusion I've come to after I've sat here rambling? Life is complicated, life is weird, but I'm here and I'm going to take as much joy out of living it as possible. Human body, skarmory body, doesn't matter. I'm here anyway, why not make the most out of it?

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blazingstar29 · 2 years ago

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What's your thoughts on mav wearing ice's clothes and being swamped, like sweater paws and everything 🥹🥹

first of all, YES. second of all:

They both choose to spend their money on different things, that's how it starts. For Maverick it's an obvious choice, his bike. Everything goes into the Kawasaki and what's left goes into less exciting things like rent and groceries. Ice on the other hand pools his money into clothing. Only a few pieces at a time, nothing crazy, but he's a firm believer in comfort and longevity. Which also means he's never out of fashion, though he does play into trends he think will last. (slider calls ice a sloane ranger and he didn't talk to him for a week)

He buys the softest wool jumpers and light, breathable cotton t shirts. It's a luxury he can justify. It's also a luxury Maverick's never bought into (white shirts and blue jeans all year round baby). When they move in together, it doesn't take him long to discover these items of clothing.

It's love at first sight.

Maverick starts to come home and shed his uniform before donning Ice's soft clothes. Some of them are already oversize on Ice which means most of them hang past Maverick's hips. He can't help it though. As much as he loves the uniform, when he's tired and a little bit over stimulated, all he wants is familiar, gentle fabrics.

The first time Ice sees him wearing on of his shirts, Maverick is standing in the kitchen. The collar slips down on one shoulder, exposing the freckled skin. Ice fucks him in it before the week is out.

When the winter months draw in, Maverick continues to steal the clothes. The jumpers are harder, because if he wants to get stuff done the sleeves are just too long and piss him off. But when he's not doing anything? He secretly enjoys the way it the jumpers loose and baggy. It makes him feel safe. Once or twice he uses his sweater paws to slap Ice on the ass.

But some quick notes

Maverick thinks that Ice's woolen sailing jumpers are way to scratchy and thinks its the reason rich people are so grumpy

"imagine wearing that all the time. you've got your awesome boat and you're wearing an itchy jumper. i'd be grumpy too"

ice wears mav's shirts for funsies but they're tight enough to give him a public indecency charge

Mav loves steaing ice's shirts and jumpers and any tops really, but he hates the feeling of trousers being too big, so ice gets to keep those

eventually ice offers to show mav where he buys his clothes so he can have some of his own but mav said he'd still love them just as much if they were college handouts

after this, ice goes to the thrift store and buy some random shirts and wears them for a while. that way mav can have some of ice's shirts to do odd job and work on his bike

#i loved writing this anon <3 tysm #i love the idea of them sharing clothes but having long sleeves/sleeves that are too long is my sensory hell LMAO so i'm like awe cute #but i'm also like DOESN'T THAT ANGER YOU so when i write about it i have to only think about the pros of oversize clothing lmao #top gun 1986 #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #iceman x maverick

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justshapesandshitposting · 5 months ago

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New Tweaked Designs for the Bosses, as well as some up-to-date headcanons for them! it's a bit long so it's going to be under a readmore-

Fresh

His voice is actually high pitched (like the vocals in the actual song) he doesn’t see any issue with it, but if someone starts giving him shit about it he will get annoyed and start getting hostile

Borderline blind, has to actively focus in order to see things clearly, so he mostly relies on his energysense to get around for the most part.

He actually likes kids, despite his grumpy demeanor, and he’s pretty good with them too, one of the best folks to leave your kids with if you don’t mind the trek to get to his den in the caves

Actually leans more on the feminine side for other centipede shapes, since he's larger than most (this tends to be a trend with arthropod shapes, larger individuals leaning more towards the female side of the shape gender spectrum)

Semi-transparent midsection with less plating than normal for centipedes, allowing you to see some of his bones (you can’t see his spine, or any of his organs, since they’re deeper in, though sometimes if his stomach or crop is really full, or if there’s something glowing brightly enough in there you might be able to somewhat see it through his skin, it’s more reliably seen with his crop though-)

Territorial towards places and people that he likes, you can tell if he likes you even if he doesn't tell you since he'd start getting lowkey territorial in regards to you

as close to cold-blooded as a shape can get, but it's offset by his general chunkiness and the fact that he dresses warmly

Collar is a comfort item that he almost always wears (also the spikes on them are made with carved treeangle wood, normally they absorb the excess beat-energy he produces, the corruption however overwhelmed them)

if he gets too cold he can go into torpor, sometimes quite suddenly (longest time he's been in torpor has been a month)

has a instinctual behavior pattern of eating more and starting to bulk up during colder months/seasons, even if he doesn't go into torpor during the season. (sometimes he can get pretty mindless with it. Try to avoid being around him if you happen to be small and roughly food-shaped.)

Surprisingly soft, good to cuddle with (as long as you ignore the scattered small plates along his back) don’t expect him to start cuddling unless he likes you though, he’s more likely to straight up eat or maul you, especially if it’s sudden and you startle him.

Likes to dig and burrow, if you can’t find him, just start looking for the big holes in the damp dirt.

He eats rocks and dirt sometimes, no real reason for it, he just wants to-

Rarely washes his clothes, washes his modified boots even less.

He normally keeps his mandibles tucked into his mouth, but if he wants to paralyze someone with his venom or just eating they tend to pop out. (if you get on his nerves enough he can and will bite with intent to paralyze and leave you there)

If he’s feeling strongly about something he starts growing spikes and more plates along his body.

Those ‘spikes’ along his tail are actually tiny centipede legs, they don’t really get used except as a pouchlet or in his shape form, but they’re there.

He actually knows how to make clothes, kinda had to in order to modify his own to fit his needs better. (most of his clothes are made of denim to last longer)

Lycan

Thrives off of chaos and like the goose from untitled goose game, they will cause problems*… on purpose (*minor problems, more mischievous rather than actual problems)

Grows ��petals’ (they feel closer to feathers) during spring and winter, after that they tend to shed, leaving them with only their short fur

They are a carrier of the shape version of the vitiligo gene, which while meaning that they aren’t actively vitiligo, if certain conditions are met, the gene can get triggered and cause their colors to start to change, a condition/coloration that’s often referred to as ‘False Vitiligo’ (true vitiligo turns the shape white, gray, or black) in their case, their corruption triggered the gene, and after getting purified their fur and petals gradually started turning magenta.

They’re one of the few shapes that Bitis actually tolerates/likes, since they know when to shut up and calm down when needed. Plus they’re warm, and willing to act as a living heater for them.

Very loyal to their ‘pack’ which is mainly Fresh, Bitis and themself, though they have a few others that they consider as ‘pack’

Has a tendency of burying things, and also likes to dig, just to make holes

High energy, social, and a ball of furry chaos in general, prone to affectionate biting and scratching as well, not enough to break the skin, but still-

They do like being pet, and will invade people’s personal space, but tends to be leery and wary of people they don’t know petting them

Their sense of smell and hearing is really good, and can often be driven crazy by things like dog whistles and can hear and smell things that some others can’t

They can in fact howl, and sometimes they have the instinct to howl back when they hear it, it’s a impulse thing and they can resist it sometimes, but if they get caught off guard they will howl if they hear another howl

Will affectionately bully the folks that they like, but will cut it out if they upset them or if they’re not in the mood.

Bitis

Their corruption essentially swapped their purple/magenta colors when it came to their markings

An ‘ew people’ type of introvert who only tolerates a few shapes, everyone else can fuck off in their opinion

They’re a sea snake, so they do spend a good deal of time swimming and hunting fish to eat.

VERY venomous, and fatally so if too much gets put in, which is why they tend to keep their mouth sealed unless they’re actively using it.

Their venom is paralytic, and they mostly use it to hunt

However the instinct to bite something that startles them is still there, which tend to mean that if you startle them you are going to get headbutted, which is going to hurt both of you-

As close to cold-blooded as a shape can get, however, they can’t go into torpor to hibernate through the colder moths like fresh can, so they just stick to the volcano and bundle up in their ‘sweater’ for the most part. They don’t tend to leave the volcano at all during the colder months.

Shorter lengthwise than most serpent/snake shapes, but they’re built more powerfully and thicker as a compromise. Makes them actually pretty fast in the water, if somewhat less agile and harder to fit into crevices.

While it is possible to create a anti-venom for their venom, that involves having to interact with other shapes, and Bitis would rather not have to subject themself to being forced to interact with other shapes if they can avoid it.

Scales are smooth, to the point that it’s hard to find where one ends and another begins.

Keeps their hair braided, keeps it out of the way and in one place, since it constantly looks wet/greasy and is slightly heavier than the average. (the braid is what’s causing it to puff up into that hood shape around their head, nobody knows why and Bitis doesn’t care to figure it out)

Aro/Ace and gets annoyed/disgusted if people start talking about things like relationships or sex in front of them. You will get forced out one way or another.

Their serpent attacks are structures, and they do in fact have a few pet snakes as well, that are well taken care of.

Prone to stress-shedding random scales, which can be good when pressed underwater by something dangerous, distract the thing with sudden swarm of shiny scales, but it leaves that area without scales until they shed.

They can and WILL pop out their fangs and start threatening if someone starts getting on their nerves enough, and if they don‘t get the message they’ll do a ‘dry bite’ that normally gets other shapes to fuck off-

There’s no proof but there was slight increase in drownings when they first arrived, though honestly, Bitis straight up told people that they’re venomous, that it’s paralytic and that they want to get left the fuck alone unless they like you when they first arrived, so if you go swimming/flee into the water after getting bitten by them it’s kinda on you? (def still manslaughter/shapeslaughter though)

Widow

Prefers to live off of the land in the caves, there’s plenty enough big bugs and other animals that they can feed off of, so she really only tends to go into town for supplies she can’t find or make in the wilderness

Makes her own silk cloth with her own thread/silk and makes clothing and other cloth things like bags.

Gets along pretty well with Fresh, and will ask him to babysit occationally while she does something.

Def a milf, and can be quite flirty, though understands if people are a bit anxious about her, it’s only natural. (Arthropod shapes do have a tendacy to have… slightly cannibalistic urges, especially ones that are female/more on the female side of the spectrum, and DEFINATELY while gravid, even if the eggs aren’t fertile/fertilized)

Pretty chill and laid back. she knows that she’s one of the largest shapes on paradise and that most things can’t threaten her, so she’s pretty laid back

Do NOT threaten her kids though, she can go from 0 to 100 on a pin drop if her kids are involved.

Speaking of her kids, she has a decent amount of them, not a large amount (at least for arthropod shapes) but a decent amount, roughly around 8 of them currently, and a good few others which are fully grown now.

Currently single, and yeah she’s open, though generally isn’t fond of marriage, she’s not against the concept, but she likes having multiple partners that she can dote on

She’s very doting and affectionate with her partners and her kids, can and will pick people up and carry them around.

Her voice is chirpy and relatively high pitched, and sounds like it belongs to something far smaller than her.

Will affectionately nibble on folks that they like as long as they’re comfortable with it (no mandibles though since that’s where the venom’s kept)

Her venom is a flesh-melter (she does have anti-venom on her so if she accidentally envenoms someone it’s dealt with quickly) which helps her feed her kids (most pouchlets can only eat fluids or soft foods at first, and spider shapes can have some difficulties eating solid food sometimes)

Morbid

Yeah, they’re a bit bonkers because of their isolation in the tree/level void:™: and are desperate for company, food, and touch- (they need a good amount of therapy)

However their unstable mental state and their starvation often results in… well… bad outcomes for most who come into contact with them in the level void-

Fossilized is really the best way i can describe what’s happening to their beat-energy- since their beat-energy is still the same but it’s gradually getting well… replaced or petrified by the ambient energy of the tree void-

if they were to die in the tree void:™: their energy would still stick around it would just… decay or regress into something that’s more similar to the levels (yes that’s my headcanon about the tutorial levels, the tree’s gotta eat too-) until eventually fading away into the background

However, since they’re a spirit and elemental hybrid, they can feed off of things that other shapes can’t, specifically since they’re a fire elemental, they can feed off of anything that’s flammable, things like clothes for example (which is why they don’t have any clothes) and spirit shapes can essentially parasitize off of other sources of energy, and in their case, they’re feeding off of the energy in the level void itself. It’s not the best, and they are still very much starving, but it’s enough to keep them alive.

Due to their isolation and general insanity, they don’t really remember anything about themselves from before their entrapment there, they can only get glimpses or blurred sensations occasionally, though once they’re freed they do start to remember a bit more

Their mind is actively suppressing their memories to avoid trauma (they were very attached to the rest of their group, which well… aren’t alive anymore- save for antimony’s ‘familiar’ which is prolly the only thing keeping them sane… or as sane as they can be after their release, and tree help you if you are a threat to their only remaining link to their friends their companion)

Pyromaniac (they had this condition before, but being trapped there made it worse and caused them to start trying to set everything on fire just so there’s something else apart from the darkness there) it gets somewhat better after their release but they still have urges to set everything on fire-

VERY touch starved, but wear something flame-resistant or fire-proof because they WILL become VERY hot temperature-wise VERY quickly

Oh yeah since they’re a fire elemental they can control their body temperature, but it normally runs hot enough to burn people without protection (at least internally) and it tends to be a bit wonky due to their mental state as well, sudden highs and lows along with their mood and current state of mind. If they focus they can control it somewhat, but they have to re-learn how to do it, since it’s so unpredictable now.

They can phase through objects and walls since they’re a spirit hybrid, but anything that they have on them that isn’t made with their own beat-energy will get stuck on surfaces unless they actively surround it with their own energy and sorta ‘falsify’ it being part of them

This does mean that they can sometimes get stuck in walls after eating or drinking something.

They are VERY clingy and a bit obsessive towards those who they enjoy the presence of-

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uchiha-archives · 16 days ago

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Hi! You said that he always talks about her to Obito and the poor boy doesn’t know what to do to make him stop. What does he talk about? Does he ever cry? Is there something of her he still has? How does he remember her?

Hello! Thank you for your ask.

I think the conversations would usually start with something Obito says half-heartedly without fully thinking it through. In the beginning he’d just go “No wonder you’re out here hiding while being all wrinkly. If you were a normal old geezer then maybe you’d be married.” Obito didn’t mean much by it, - he was grumpy and upset and battling his own demons. He didn’t realize the floodgates he would open by saying something like that, though. He’d learned exactly like this that the old geezer in front of him was Uchiha Madara, which means he was, in fact, married to Uchiha Y/N. The Uchiha Y/N. Obito knew about them, of course he did. But the words he had spoke to rashly gave him so much first hand information he didn’t even think possible to know.

Those type of careless phrases would immediately launch Madara into a yap session about his beloved wife. Obito was pretty sure he knew more about this woman he’d never met than even her own parents at this point. It’s not like Obito didn’t know, it’s just that now he knew her from this brand new lens, - this more intimate and private lens. If you’d ever asked him, Madara could probably spend the rest of his years talking about nothing but her until his body was six feet below the earth and he still wouldn’t have think he’d told you enough about her.

Later on, once Obito knew everything, he’d have a habit of accidentally thinking out loud and letting some mention of Y/N slip from his lips. Something like, “Oh my good, you’re so annoying, you old geezer. I know you’re Madara and all, but how did someone like Uchiha Y/N ever put up with you?” This would, unknowingly, launch another session.

Madara would call Obito a ‘brat,’ telling him he knew nothing of their love, that he couldn’t even begin to comprehend how deep their love ran, that it was beyond time and life. But this also caused Obito to crack, because how dare he? How dare this old grandpa insinuate that he didn’t know love? That he didn’t know sacrifice? He’s sitting here and moping with a wrinkly old man, all alone. He had a love, - he had Rin. Obito understood love during the war time because he was going through it, too. “You know what, you old geezer?! It’s actually worse for me, because Rin never loved me, and I’ll never marry her! I can’t even think of having her as mine anymore. At least you could hold Uchiha Y/N in your arms and call her yours!”

Some sort of realization snapped then in Madara, too. They were both mourning their beloveds, just for different reasons. But in their own twisted way, they learned to cope together. It was a lot of the reason that Obito went along with the plan, anyway, - because Madara understood the same type of loss as him. He understood that the woman he loved was too pure for this cruel world, that this cruel world which hurt their beloved didn’t deserve to keep standing.

Madara is a prideful man, always. But for his wife, he’d get on knees in front of the Senju brothers if he needed to. He was never ashamed to shed tears for Y/N in front anyone’s eyes, let alone Obito. If he ever spoke of her for too long, he’d cry. They’d be quiet tears, but Obito would have to lay awake at night as still as possible, pretending he couldn’t hear Madara calling her name in broken sobs in his dreams.

Y/N used to make items sometimes to pass the time, - she wanted a slower hobby as a counter for her usual Ninja missions that she worked with. She would make some jewelry sometimes, - handcrafted bracelets she’d give to Madara. He kept every single one. After her passing he definitely snuck into the village and into their home, - he’d go quietly before they cleared everything. He’d take the oils she rubbed on her skin, the hair oils she used and always nagged him to use, and he’d take some of her Kimonos. He kept all these items from her in a chest, - he definitely threatens Obito with torture should he ever touch or open it.

He’s very careful with what he’s got left of you, - he won’t always wear or use these items because he’s afraid of them breaking or getting damaged, but he’ll use them frequently enough. If he missed your scent, he’s rubbing some of the oils into his skin or combing it into his hair. If he misses the feel of you he’ll lay your Kimono down before lying on top of it, - his own way of trying to pretend he’s back in the compound, safe with you in your shared home, in your shared bed, his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat and you rub circles into his back. Sometimes he’ll take your bracelets and wear, just to feel like it’s you holding his hand again, grounding him and keeping him steady on his feet when he can’t even think straight.

Obito doesn’t need to see much, really, before he can tell Madara thinks of you as some kind of goddess. ‘And maybe you were,’ he thinks. ‘Because you’d definitely have to be a goddess to bring a man like Madara to this pathetic state of desperation and grief.’ It was truly sad to see a man as strong as Uchiha Madara be so broken and crumpled.

#archives asks #eternal love #drabble

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girldragongizzard · 4 months ago

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Chapter 10: Catalyst

At first I just try to endure it. I enter Rhoda’s apartment and go to take my customary seat. The one I use when in my protective coloration of looking vaguely like a human. And I try to ignore the itch as it ever so slowly grows and spreads.

“I was going to say no Artists and no immortal talk, no metaphysical supernatural bullshit,” Rhoda is saying as she thumps her way to her kitchen with her cane. “But I realized that wasn’t going to work if I do want you in my life, and it wasn’t what was actually draining me. No. It’s trying to figure out why it’s happening, and what to do about it. Especially the what to do about it. Y’all need to do that work. We all do. But a woman’s gotta pace herself, you know?”

“Yes,” I say, stretching my back and working my muscles, tilting my head back and forth, trying to get the itch to stop. When I touch the back of my neck as I am, I can’t touch the itch. It’s the wrong neck.

“But then I got to thinking about something…”

“Rhoda,” I say with my syrinx. And then pull out my tablet in anticipation of saying something more.

“Yes, Meghan?” she steps back into view in the doorway of the kitchen.

“I itch,” I say. “Molting. Can’t talk. Need shed.”

“Right now?” she asks, screwing up her face. “You came to talk when you need to shed?”

“Sorry. Surprised me,” I reply. “Just now. Itch bad.”

“Oh! Well,” she looks around a bit, looking like she’s at a loss. Then she perks up, grinning. “You came to the right place! Come. I’ve been ready for this. Follow me.”

I end up getting up and following her to her bathroom, which is so small that I can’t fit in there with her, really.

“This isn’t going to work in here, is it?” she says more than asks. “Would you be a dear and go get one of my grocery bags? They’re all in the closet by the door. The stripy pride one will work really well.”

“Okay,” I say, and leave just as I see her opening the sink cabinet and reaching in to get something.

When I get back, she’s got a mop bucket sitting on the toilet seat, and there are a bunch of newly purchased bath items in it, plus a couple things that look like they came from the hardware store. Sponges, loofahs, exfoliation rags, a pair of salad tongs, and a scrub brush are the things I see immediately.

My back yearns for them.

“Here. Thank you,” she says, and takes the bag to put it on the floor and starts transferring items to it. “I read up on this a couple weeks ago, after your first molt. I’m gonna pour some lukewarm water in this bucket, and then I’ll need you to carry it down to the alley with me, and we’ll do the thing there.”

“Oh,” I say, watching her work. I don’t know what else to say, but I also don’t have many words outside my tablet, which is now on the coffee table. I don’t think I ever expected this.

It feels surprisingly intimate, despite how I let the young girl Molly help me last time. Well, Molly only took my purse off for me. But also, I’m eager to have help. Holy shit am I eager to have help with shedding!

“You know, most reptiles shed only once or twice a year,” Rhoda rambles. “If you’re doing it this frequently, you really must be growing.” Then she turns the bath faucet on and we both watch silently as she feels the water, nods, and then puts the empty bucket under it.

When she turns it off, I say, “Thanks.”

She shakes her head and smiles at me, saying, “This way, I get to do most of the talking, because I bet you’ll be too distracted to use that tablet. And it’s not waterproof anyway.”

“Yes,” I say, bobbing my head.

“Also, now I don’t have to break my own rule the night that I made it,” she says more quietly.

—

“I really don’t think this is like any lizard I read about,” Rhoda says as she looks me over. “It really just wants to slough off of you all at once, doesn’t it? Wonder if it’s a vulnerability thing. Get it over with as fast as possible.”

We haven’t even gotten started. She can simply see already just how much of my old skin is ready to be removed. And I know I can get it all off myself just fine. I can burn it off if I have to. But the brush in her hand and the water in the bucket both look so good to me.

I’m standing full form in the middle of my favorite alleyway, between the Apartment lobby and a boutique bakery named Special Ocakesions.

We’re far enough away from the mouth of the alley to have a decent amount of privacy from the usual nightlife in this area of the city.

“OK,” Rhoda says. “Let’s work on this together. I’ll start brushing and pulling off the obvious bits. You lick where it itches, and I’ll give that some special attention with the water and sponge. And then, while I work, I’m gonna talk.”

“Okay,” I say. And then we get started.

And oh heck do I just want that brush worked all over me. Any time it hits a particularly itchy spot, the relief is so intense everything else is ignorable for a while. So, in the beginning, I just let her do all the work, and only start directing her later, when it gets more complicated.

This is dragon Heaven.

I’m so happy that it’s hard to keep my eyes open.

And she talks.

“I’ve been thinking about what you mean to me, Meghan. A lot,” Rhoda says. “And I couldn’t always figure it out. Kind of like how you are want to react to a challenging dragon by screaming your dragon name, whenever I saw you I just knew I had to step in and be there with you. And I went with it. And I think you not reacting much to me in the beginning made it easier, really. There was no cost.” She pulls of a phenomenally large piece of dead skin and I take it from her and eat it. “Do you have to do that, Meghan?”

“Yes,” I say. I have no means to explain, so I just smile deeply and smugly.

“Well, OK, I guess,” she says. “Anyway, that was before your change, and you know that. There was no investment. No strings. I just showed you a kindness every now and then, and you took it, confused, and we were both happy. Then after your change, and I gave you that app, we started talking.” And she takes a long shaky breath, then says, “And it was just so easy to share with you. I told you about my child, Jacob. And it bewildered me, Meghan. It bewildered me.” She leans over from her work to look me in the eye and asks, “Did you once tell me that you weren’t autistic?”

“Yes,” I say. Like I’ve said, I relate to a lot of autistic people, but I could never make the diagnosis fit my own life. Everything I’ve heard about it is just off a bit. Except maybe the sensory stuff, but ADHD has that, too. And, I’m a dragon, not human. Does autism mean anything to a dragon?

“Well, you’re wrong,” Rhoda says. “Or, at least, you were one hell of an autistic for a human. Classic case. I should know.” She looks at me with a flat lipped wry knowing smile, a challenge for me to contradict her.

“Shit,” I say. It’s the only word I have that comes close to “what do you mean?”

“Meghan Estragon Draconis, you have got to learn that in your tablet’s voice,” Rhoda chides me. “Caleb told you to stop using his.”

“Yes,” I agree.

She shakes her head, “Anyway. You remember when I told you I’m like an old dog on her last legs and you’re like an old lady who needs companionship and someone to take care of, and we could get the best of it?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I meant it. I like that vision, still, but I also didn’t know what I was talking about. And then you go and drop this shit about being just a myth in my lap,” she says, bending over to soak the sponge, to apply it to some stuck skin. “It’s shit, Meghan. And you know how I know that? Good Lord, I am all over the place. I don’t know how to organize my thoughts. Look.”

She walks around to the front of me, to look me in the eye. Which she needn’t do, but the movement gets my attention as sure as anything. It helps me focus on her.

“I don’t have relationships with myths,” She says. “I have a relationship with you, so you’re not just a myth. Got it?”

I bow my head.

“Shit,” she exclaims, then wanders back around to work on the spot she’d started tending. “No. I do have relationships with myths and stories. I’ve thrown a damn book across the room. I’ve yelled at the author. And that’s to say nothing of the damn Bible. I’ve laid in bed crying over words. But there’s a difference, Meg. When I get angry and throw that book across the room, I don’t feel like I’ve lost hold of my whole life. It’s just a book.” She looks sideways at me out of the corner of her eye for a couple of beats, and then asks, “Do you get me?”

Has she thrown the Bible across the room, too? No, Meg, that’s not the point of what she’s saying.

I know I get her. I know she’s saying she’s had strong feelings for me, and that to her that’s proof of my personhood. But I feel like I need to respect it more than that, so I take a moment to make it at least look like I’m thinking about it, then I bow my head and say, “Yes.”

I wish I could just get my brain to accept what she’s saying, and feel the actual impact of it, though.

Why do I dissociate and distance myself from what I want to hear when it’s finally said to me?

“Meghan!” Rhoda calls to me. “I’m invested in you. And whether I like it or not, my heart says that you’re family to me.”

“Oh,” I say. I think I let that sink in, and lower my head and close my eyes in acknowledgement.

She reaches over and strokes and scratches the bridge of my snout, right between my eyes, and then picks off the dead skin that is there.

Then she says the words that make it all come into focus, “When I look at you, as shit as your life is sometimes, as scary and alien as it is, I see you having everything I ever wanted for Jacob. Everything I think could have saved his life, maybe. Friends, a network, support, being seen, almost a whole city of chosen family gunning for you. And I think you have a whole hell of a lot of it because I gave you that damn app for talking.”

Oh.

I lift my head up and open my eyes to look around. I’m not startled or worried or scared. I just find myself alert with thoughts and need to let them fall together.

I’m still not taller than she is when I’m on all fours. I’m growing, but not that much. And she just stands there and watches me as I look around.

“You’ve done so much of the work yourself, Meghan,” she says. “Maybe you would have anyway. Someone else would have suggested the app. And I don’t know if Jacob would have wanted to be a dragon, or a girl. I really don’t. Those things are what you are, not what you’ve got. But I think what’s important is why I –”

“What’s important is that you, Rhoda, are the keyhole,” Ptarmigan says from the dark corner between the nearest dumpster and the wall it’s up against. “Or, rather, it’s the other way around.”

And then there’s a huge, weird, fizzy wump and the whole sky turns white for a split second, and that is followed by the loudest, most thunderous noise any of us have ever heard.

I flatten myself to the ground before I realize what I’m doing, nictitating membranes tight over my freshly shed eyes.

“Holy Jesus fuck, Chapman!” Ptarmigan exclaims, arms over head, ducking while looking up.

And then the whole sliver of sky above the alleyway becomes nothing but swiftly moving Säure as he glides Southwest over my building and out toward the bay.

And he’s gone.

“What was that?” Rhoda gasps for breath, struggling to regain her balance.

“Chapman,” I say.

“Sure looked like Säure!”

“No,” I say. Trying to start a sentence I can’t finish.

“That was Säure,” Ptarmigan says. “But he set off Chapman’s anti-Säure trap.”

That.

And now it’s hard to talk because the night air is being filled with the cries of my neighbors answering in challenge, all at once. Each one is repeating their cry over and over, while Wentin’s spooky saw wave whistle whines and weedles its way through them all like the klaxon of an alien world machine about to go critical.

Säure calls back from the middle of the bay, once, an indescribable noise not matched by anything. And all that does is incite the angry cries of the rest of the city’s dragons, and we all get louder.

I realize I’ve joined in.

Loud and proud.

I want to climb a building and scream it from the highest point, but Rhoda puts a hand on my shoulder and I don’t. The alley is working as a sound box for me anyway.

I notice Ptarmigan relax and lean against the building, nodding. She doesn’t do anything more.

And then, when Säure seems to have moved on and everyone starts to quiet down, I see Rhoda staring across my back at Ptarmigan.

She says, “You are the last person I want to see.”

“Fair,” the Artist of Nightmares says. “But I’m here with an observation that you’ll want, and then I’ll leave.”

“I don’t want it,” Rhoda says. “I heard it, and I don’t want it. That’s not going to be part of my life.”

“OK, then, I’m going,” Ptarmigan says, holding her hands up and walking toward the alley entrance. “But…”

“No ‘but’,” Rhoda says. “Just go.”

“You’re the dreamer.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Rhoda asks, taking a step toward Ptarmigan, clenching the sponge like a weapon. “That better not fucking mean I’m a myth, too. A symbol. No one should ever have to be that!”

“This is all real,” Ptarmigan says, backing away. “It’s all physical. And it’s not going to go back the way it was. The lessons have been learned. But it has been a nightmare, Rhoda. And it has been yours.” And at that point she’s at the sidewalk, where she stops, nods once, and waits for Rhoda’s reaction.

“Oh, hell the fuck no!”

“We’re in the middle of a mass extinction,” Ptarmigan says. “Dracomorphosis was going to happen anyway. It was right on the brink of exploding. But all it needed was a catalyst, that one fragment, that one particulate around which to crystalize. And that’s why Maghen was the center of it, the first to coalesce. Because of what you put into her, and what you needed to see in her, and who she was to you. Her truth, that she’s really a dragon, that needed to be brought out and made physical, for you.”

“Why?” Rhoda screams at her, throwing the sponge down in exasperation and desperation. “What do I even do with this?”

Ptarmigan shrugs and says, “Nothing. If you don’t want to. But, as the dreamer of the nightmare, you’ve been imbued with its power, and you could make it lucid. Make it turn out the way you want it to. For you. For no one but you.” Then she gestures toward the coffee shop with her head, and turns, and walks that way with her hands in her pockets.

Rhoda collapses to her knees and drops her head into hands and starts shaking, big, heavy shakes, as she sobs.

Quietly.

I take a few steps up to her and settle down beside her.

“I just want,” she mumbles. “I just want to live in a world that makes sense to me.” And after a little bit, she adds, “I don’t think I ever have.”

—

The sun starts to come up as Rhoda is scrubbing the last bit of dead skin from the back of my head.

We’ve been working on it all night, even though we really didn’t need to. Quietly, ever since Ptarmigan and Säure interrupted us. I didn’t have much I could say, and Rhoda seemed to need to just do something once she got back on her feet. Even if they weren’t as articulate as she wanted them to be, she seemed to have said all the important words of hers earlier in the night.

“That’s the last of it,” she says.

“Thanks,” I say.

“You’ve got your morning calls to do. I think the others are waiting for you,” she tells me. “I need some sleep. You can come join me when you’re done. Please. I think I’d feel better if you were in my place for a while.”

“Okay.”

“And I think I’m making a new rule.”

“Yes.”

“No one. No human. No dragon. No Artist. No one gets to interrupt me with their bullshit again.”

She says that quietly, with a subdued, calm, confident resolution, like it’s a fact she can rely on.

And then she pours out the water from the bucket and starts putting everything back in the bag, to put the bag into the bucket, and leads the way back down the alley to the front door of the Magnolia apartments, leaning fairly heavily on her cane as she goes.

And when she steps inside and the door closes behind her, I climb the sheer wall of the building in my own determination, strong enough to match hers.

#dragons #writeblr #original fiction #serial fiction #transformation #transgender

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snoozingredpanda · 1 year ago

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are their any notes or lore facts we can get about dragon culture, I need every crumb of rudy I can get

I’ve been wanting to explain this 😭

Please note this is my dragon universe, not based on anything, although parts have been taken from the omegaverse AU

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• First thing you’ve gotta know about dragon culture is that they live in clans in a hierarchy. Usually it’s a family, the parents, children, possibly the grandparents, and loners, with the healthiest and strongest couple being the leaders.

• Each dragon is born into a category. Alpha, Omega, or Beta. Betas are pretty much your average dragon. They don’t breed often, but they still find partners, and they never make their own clans, staying with their parents, or joining an existing one as a loner, and helping the clan out with other things such as hunting and grooming.

• Alpha’s are aggressive and dominant. Usually there’s only one fully grown alpha in a clan, who’s in charge, and any children who are alphas are made to make their own clan when they reach maturity. Alphas impregnate, whether they’re born male or female, and go into rut, increasing libido and fertility. Female alphas also grow the required genitals during this time.

• Omegas are the lowest in the strength hierarchy, but they’re also the most treasured. An omega will most likely bond with an alpha and they will produce offspring, and any alpha that has an omega is very protective. They are usually smaller than average dragons, and more submissive in nature. Despite their sex, all omegas have a uterus and can be impregnated. They can be mated by both alphas and betas, but since omegas are more rare than alphas, each omega usually has multiple alphas after them, and the beta won’t really have a chance to court them. Omegas go through heats, which is the same as a rut but hurts a bit more if not tended to. Omegas stay with their clan until they mate with an alpha and start their own clan.

• Rudy is an omega, however she doesn’t live with her birth clan. She simply left them one day because she was neglected and ignored by her clan since she was a mutation.

• You see, each clan has one colour scales. Blue, black, yellow, green, etc. Different colour clans don’t often get along, and Rudy’s clan colour was black, which is regarded as one of the most elite colour dragons. However, Rudy was born with black and red scales, and was simply seen as a bother for years until she decided to leave.

• Now she lives alone and she’s much happier. Although when mating season comes around, alphas barge into her cave trying to mate, only to be met with the sight of Rudy curling up around you, a mere human. Dragons don’t fuck with mated couples, so they’ll simply fly away grumbling.

• Or maybe you are one of those dragons. She rejects everyone because all they want is to have offspring, yet you bring her gifts, shiny gifts that she loves. So she chooses you as her mate, just due to your kindness.

• As for other random dragon facts, they shed every year. Their scales simply fall off and the skin underneath will be all dry and itchy until the new ones grow back. Clans usually groom each other, picking out loose scales to make it a better experience for each other, so if Rudy starts to squirm and itch, help her out, won’t you?

• Nesting is a very important thing for dragons, especially omegas. They’ll spends years building their perfect nest, filling it with stolen items and anything soft. That’s where an omega will want to mate and give birth, it’s their safe space. You have to ask permission to get into their nest, or they’ll go crazy, even if you’ve been mated to them for years. It’s just common courtesy.

• Dragons don’t see gender. All they see is whether someone’s an alpha, omega, or beta. Humans are considered betas.

• Dragons take heartbreak very hard. Some dragons will literally die of sadness if their mate passes, or leaves them. So don’t hurt Rudy, she’s as fragile enough as it is.

#yandere #oc #x reader #oc x reader #yandere x reader #fem oc #gn reader

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thetriforcetriohouse · 5 days ago

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Other Characters

Koume and Kotake

Ganondorf's moms. Very spooky old women who are always up to something.

Will drop in for surprise visits to see Ganondorf, much to everyone else's discomfort.

They adore their son, but will not hesitate to smack him with a broom if he's being foolish.

Local black market pharmacists. They can't get you prescription drugs, but their home remedies are extremely effective. They're absolutely foul to ingest and they hit like a freight train, but they work. Their most well-known product is their back-alley period symptoms cure--it's like drinking battery acid, but it's instantaneous.

Darunia

Zelda's eccentric 'uncle'.

Retirement age, but teaches Zumba class at the local recreation center.

Always willing to drop what he's doing to lend a hand if he's nearby and you need him.

Local wrestling champion.

He and Sidon are fitness bros.

The Kokiri

The children taking Sidon's swim class and Darunia's Zumba class.

They give Link life advice when he talks to them.

Agitha

Another child at the recreation center that gives Link life advice.

Rich child. Her parents don't quite 'get' her neurodivergency, but damn it, they support her.

Special interest is bugs.

Always eager to share Cool Bug Facts!

Knows everyone's secrets. She claims the bugs told her.

She'll share those secrets if you give her cool bugs or bug related items like shed skins or shells.

Lolita fashion enthusiast.

Linkle

Link's ADHD sister.

Keeps Cuccos.

Absolute shit at directions. Unless she has a GPS, she's not going to get there in a timely fashion.

An absolute crackshot with her crossbows. This translates over to first person shooters, and she always tops the leaderboards.

Annoys the fuck out of everyone in the game chat because she comes off as ditzy and Not Really Trying, yet is constantly top 3.

A frequent guest on Midna's livestreams.

Tingle

35 years old, unemployed, and always trying to Get Rich.

Sells weed. It's good weed, but if you buy from him, he always invites himself in and helps himself to your food.

Hopeless otaku. His favorite anime is Sword Art Online.

Constantly getting into flame wars with Zant over their conflicting media opinions.

Cryptobro. Has invested so much money into the cryptocurrency market and lost almost all of it because he's absolute shit at it.

Has his own currency called TingleCoin he'll shill at every single opportunity, and he has at least three 'unpaid interns' constantly mining it.

Will text you unprompted to try and involve you in his latest Multi Level Marketing scam.

Ren Faire connoisseur, but pervs on the women there enough that they have him on a list. They see him coming in those little red undies and they go running the other way.

Impa

???????????

Just a mysterious woman who comes to the house and talks to Zelda every now and then to make sure she's okay.

Then she leaves on her motorcycle.

Whenever anyone asks, Zelda just tells her Impa is 'a friend of the family' and drops it.

That's it. That's all anyone knows about her.

Groose

Total meathead, but he has a good heart.

Was carrying a torch for Zelda for years, but has finally decided to 'let her down gently' after getting together with Cadence. Zelda was incredibly receptive.

Works at the gym. He always looks out for everybody coming in to work out. He means well, but he also does the thing where he shows you how to do the exercises or use the equipment and you can't quite help but feel like he's showing off.

Competitive. The quickest way to get him to do something is to imply that he's incapable of doing it.

He'll offer to share his food with you. Do not take it. It's all protein and fitness stuff and it's absolutely rancid.

Taking engineering classes on the side. He likes to build.

Keeps birds.

Shad

35.

Eccentric scholar, works as the local librarian.

Delightfully befuddled most of the time.

Close friends with Sonata, and concerned for her wellbeing.

Physically fragile. The wind could blow the wrong way and he'd fall over.

"I'm not 'feeding the trolls', this is an internet debate and I'm sharing what I know!"

Gets targeted often by Sonata's stalker (Zant), much to his misfortune. This man can't use the computer anymore because Zant keeps fucking up Shad's mainframe.

Is only slightly aware that he and Dirge are dating, and both of them are fine with that.

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imaginarydeviance · 1 year ago

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You live alone, in your small cozy cottage turned into a small shop. you've seen many a travelers, of different shapes and sizes. Wizards, vampires, even ghosts sometimes visit you.

Being a witch yourself, you go on week long trips to collect resources to sell and use for your own spells and potions. As you come back from one of your trips, you look into your mirror to see a small bit of dirt smudged on your bright, freckled face. The bright purple irises you possess find it easily, and you clean your face.

As you're putting your findings away in their right spots, and writing down all your inventory in your journal, someone walks in.

A tall beautiful woman, with long, dark hair walks in and starts looking at the selection. You have to stop yourself from staring at her. However, from her clothing you can tell she is a noble. The navy blue garments with a golden trim that encompass just about all of her skin but her neckline. Her dress is sleeveless, and shows off her perfect, pale skin. Even a tattoo of a snake on her back, that her hair mostly covers, shows through sometimes when she moves.

"Where did these cat whiskers come from, if you don't mind my asking?"

Her voice is smooth like silk, and it takes a moment before you realize what she said.

"Oh! they actually come from my own cat Freya. I collect them when she sheds them..."

As you say that, Freya, your black cat familiar hops on the sells counter and mews. Hearing the sound the woman looks up finally, to the cat then to you. Once her bright, entrancing, blue eyes fall on you, she is taken aback. A concerned look spreads on your face.

"Have we met before?"

"No ma'am, I don't believe we have"

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry love. You just seem so familiar to me..."

You can't help but blush a small bit when she called you "love". However, seeing her eyes, she also seems familiar to you as well.

"How much for these?"

She places some cat whiskers, some obsidian stones, a glass bottle, and a few other small objects on the counter. She never looks away from you.

"All of this would be 10 gold pieces"

The woman opens her small bag, and brings out a pouch. She places it on the counter, then collects her items. As she starts to walk out, right before she steps out the door, she turns to you.

"My name is Lilith, may I ask yours?"

"Wren"

"Thank you, Wren. I hope our paths meet again"

Then just as quickly she appeared, she's gone again. And you too, hope that your paths will meet again.

#short story #writeblr #writers on tumblr #oc #lesbains?#love story

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cyanocoraxx · 1 year ago

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Hello! You have cool snakes and know a lot about them too, could I have some of your advice? I've recently been really into snakes, and seen tiktoks of how happy their owners are with them, it makes me really jealous and wishful for a snake companion of my own.

Except I know NOTHING about them, their care, needs or expenses. My experience with pets is a typical low to average maintenance dog, that's it. Never handled reptiles in my life. BUT SNAKES ARE SO ENTICING, and supremely cute too

I was wondering if you have any advice for a complete beginner on what kind of snake to get that's easy and as I said, for beginners (if it even works that way, I don't know a lot about snakes). If you have any resources and such.

Or even like, a checklist to see if I'm even eligible to own a snake (it could be hard idk). Want to know if it is even within my capabilities, the lifestyle needed and stuff like that.

Could you also give tips on their body language? I remember you mentioning in one of your posts that body language is important, and I wouldn't want to mess up. I want the potential cutie to like me after all.

Thank you anyway for your time! Appreciate it <3

so sorry for the late response i wanted to sit down and give a proper thought out guide and just haven't had time <3

checklist for eligibility:

you will need: a terrarium/vivarium, a heating device (heat mat, ceramic emitter or heat bulb), a thermostat (to control the heating device), a water bowl, a hide, substrate, and enrichment (sticks, leaves, decoration etc). make sure you have all of this on hand before you bring your pet home

you'll need to be comfortable or at least willing to feed your snake frozen prey, which means being able to consistently provide mice or rats (most common). most reptile stores will stock frozen!

depending on the species you want you'll need space for a vivarium. if you want a snake that can grow to be 4ft for example you'll need a space to put a 4ft viv.

you'll need to have time to regularly spot-clean their enclosure, which means binning their waste and removing shed skin. a full clean out once a month if not bioactive.

best "starter" snakes (imo):

rosy boa (2-3ft long, 25 years+)

royal python (3-6ft long, 20-30 years+)

corn snake (4-6ft long, 15-20 years+)

rosy boa - these little noodles don't get enough credit! they stay very small, they're very docile, and easy to care for. due to them being so small they only need small prey items which won't take up a lot of space in your freezer. they're very good eaters. downside is they're less common than royals and corns so depending on where you are you may struggle to find one near you. they can also be more food-motivated than royals and when they have food on their mind they can be a little more bitey - but with their tiny size, i promise you can't even feel it (from experience)

royal/ball python - a very common snake that can be found in most reptile shops. they're well known for being extremely docile and easy to handle as well as being super duper cute. they live longer than corns and rosys. downside to royals is they can be "fussy eaters" which can make new owners nervous - they're known for going off their food for months. they will also need larger prey items as they grow, so if you're not keen on keeping larger mice/rats in your freezer this is a downside. they're also more sensitive to improper temperature and humidity than corns.

corn snake - very common so can be bought easily! they also tend to be some of the cheapest snakes, especially if you want to get a "normal/wild type" morph. due to them having a large range in the wild they can tolerate a wider range of temperatures and humidity levels. corns are much more active than royals and rosys, so if you want a snake you can watch do its thing then a corn is a good shout. with this being said, they can be more "squirmy" when being handled compared to royals and rosys as they kind of struggle to stay still.

however, you're not limited to a choice of just three species. as long as you research your snake thoroughly and make sure you have everything you need, you can keep whichever you prefer. my first snake was a brazilian rainbow boa which is a more "intermediate" species and "not suitable for beginners" but he's been great. with their more extreme humidity requirements, i just made sure to keep a hygrometer on hand (to measure humidity) and provided plenty of moss, a large water bowl, and regular mist spraying. never had an issue <3

basic body language:

it's important to note that when a snake is preparing to shed its skin it will be vulnerable. its eyes will cloud over and its skin will feel irritated. we call this being "in blue" because the snake takes on a milky blue colour. during this time your snake might become defensive and this is normal. you should leave a snake in blue alone.

signs of a calm snake: short tongue flicks, loose and relaxed body, moving slowly, fluidly moving towards stimuli, curiosity, regular breathing. a calm snake may sit in an "S" position but it will not be coiling up or fixating on you.

signs of stress in snakes include: long and slow tongue flicks, tail rattling, tail wagging, hissing, striking, open mouth breathing, regurgitation, body flattening, gliding (moving very quickly away), coiling with the head raised (preparing to strike)

this is a very obvious example of a defensive corn snake: their body is coiled into an "S" shape, the head is raised. it takes this position so that it can 1. have a clear view of you 2. to strike upwards/forwards at you if it feels threatened 3. to look bigger to frighten you off. this is a snake who doesn't want to be touched at ALL

let me know if you need anything else <3

#asks #snakes

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krys-lil-corner · 1 year ago

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ideal life as a witch/some kind of magic user that lives in a humble forest cottage with all the modern necessities on the outskirts of town and uses magic to create enchanted items and trinkets. (Long post under the cut btw)

Spell/Magic word: Tweek/Edit. Change the item at a cost. Store bought figurines of dragons and other fantastical beasts that through equivilent exchange magic have themselves enhanced. got unrecyclable junk? Use that as matter and energy to add detail to the beings of stone, bringing them from simple sculptures to having such an intricate level of detail you could cut them open and they'd have cells, organs, bones, nerves and muscle, indestingishable from a real living thing yet made entirely of stone. They remain as figurines with impossible levels of detail. When like this it uses less magical energy to have them move and change pose, at night they curl up, close their eyes and tuck in their wings. Also useful for transporting them long distance, want to mail a client one of the little beasts? Make them tuck their wings close to their body, coil their tail around themselves and make themselves as small as possible, less likely to break and snap.

Spell/Magic word: Restore/Heal. Often used before Tweek/Edit to avoid unessisary strain while changing. Putting energy into the object yourself, letting it draw from it's surroundings to heal any damage done to it, useful for mending boxes, torn fabric or simply restoring a well loved toy to how it was when it was brand new. Wear and tear being undone before your very eyes, fabrics fibers snaking out to reach each other and fusing together once more. Can even be as simple as cleaning a surface, your pc absorbing the dust on its surfaces as sustinance to undo the damage of entropy. Maybe even just removing a stain from your favorite shirt. Once the restoration is complete, the object will return to being a regular, unenchanted object.

Spell/Magic word: Self heal. An alternate version of the above spell, this one doing the same things with the difference of the enchantment is permenent, the object will remain magical in nature and continue to heal itself if any further damage is done to it. Good for clothes and tweeks figurines as it removes pressure from the caster to manually cast the spell each time.

There is always a price to these spells, matter must be exchanged so the caster doesn't exhaust themselves magically, thankfully the prices can be pretty cheap if you know what is favoured. -Living matter will always be at the top of the list, you allow some of your own body fat to be consumed? You'll hardly have to rely on your magic reserves. -Dead matter (matter that was once alive but is no longer) also counts towards this, so you can allow objects to draw from your own shedded skin cells and you're good to go! -Byproducts of living things (shed fur from pets, hair from you, poop if you're really lazy) are also pretty high on the list, this also means things like cows milk are pretty lucritive to use. It's also a nice treat for the enchanted figurines, allows for higher magic reserves. -Matter that was never alive (waste plastic, dirt and dust and many other processed materials) are the last matter teir, but some can still be very lucritive to use.

Spell/Magic word: Create. The most costly of the spells listed, this one allows you to fundamentally change the makeup and state of matter and turn it into a new object. Say you wanted a custom case to store a poster in, you would gather enough matter from other objects into one place, cast, and then you'd be able to change that matter into a case for the poster. It isn't like sculpting or drawing, if you think it, it will be projected onto the matter.

#kry rambles #magic thoughts #spell thoughts

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wind-sage-serin · 2 years ago

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If you aren’t interested in the baneful magic thing I’ve been doing to friggin move on with my life and let go, you should probably just keep scrolling. But if you’re interested, below this cut is my experience so far.

This spell work is entirely for the sake of ensuring that someone never ever comes into contact with me again by absolutely tearing the person several new ones.

After I placed red pepper and my nails into the curse box everything went nuts. I got called the next day by his wife as she assumed he was in an affair with me. I was not. I learned of a lot more disgusting actions he supposedly has taken so that’s also why I’m doing this— I’m no longer his only victim. For the sake of her privacy I won’t be discussing the gritty details of her side of things (not my place), but suffice it to say it’s enough that it drew blood.

Before you say “why would you put something that’s a part of your body in there??”— I don’t consider my nails a part of my body, not after I cut them, they end up in the trash otherwise. I have dissociated what was a “part of me” and thrown it away. Additionally, it’s more the hair that is associated with a witch’s magical power, and the nails are more negatively associated.

In Japanese tradition you’re not supposed to leave them in open spaces as spirits and witches will take and use them for evil. In a few Jewish traditions they’re meant to be disposed of ritually and kept short, especially during grieving periods. Nails, unlike hair, have less personal power attached to them as hair does.

Symbolically, I am giving the person the box was meant for the part of himself that he grafted onto me— the part he convinced me was “me” but was little more than an emulation of himself. By putting the nails in the box, I’m permitting the mirror he tried to construct within me the permission it needs to wreck his shit.

My nails are also really sharp when long, so putting them in the box is the grafted personality directly attacking. Animals use their claws, after all, to fight for their right to live. And I’ve earned it.

So no, I don’t think nails and hair work the same for baneful magic at all. Nails are attacking, hair is defensive. You’d be much better suited to use your own hair in a spell for loving yourself.

Another tip for that: if you don’t want to use your nails, get black nail polish that’s good at peeling off easily, get it in black for drawing out the negative energy, and when you feel it’s time, peel it off and use it instead of nails.

Now that it’s all sealed up, it’s time I tell you all the things that went into it:

1. A ceramic disc with a rare element in it (the cursed object that best encapsulates it all and the epicenter of attachment)

2. A thorn from a bush (the bitter side of sweet, it’s also a huge 2" thorn too, represents the knife stuck in my back)

3. Rose thorns from the decaying part of the bush (cursed with a decaying love)

4. A few rusty nails (items the fae wanted me to put in there, guess they’ll be getting in on the action)

5. A perfect “glove” of my pet gecko’s shed skin (to never feel comfortable in one’s skin again)

6. Every hematite ring I’ve ever broken (4-5 rings total, all the energy left over the years of agony will haunt the person)

7. Clipped fingernails (constant scratches and attacks from the fake personality he made up to harm me)

8. Red chili flakes (to make him stop talking about me)

9. A ticket to the 2018 Slender Man movie i saw with him (to invoke paranoia)

10. Crushed selenite/ “stardust” (simulates the Ash Phoenix Isthangr’s Cremated Remains, which are Ganim’s version of Hell)

11. A clipped feather dropped in our front yard from a small wild bird (I clip the upper plumulaceous portion and save it to burn so it can never be reunited with the lower plume and calamus, which are shoved into the box through a narrow crevice, represents “clipping one’s wings” to keep them from taking off)

12. Beeswax (seals the box closed pretty well, couldn’t brute force it if I tried, represents the Six sealing in the evil)

13. Teal candle wax (the least favorite color, used to add insult to injury)

14. Dolomite on Pyrite (standard “gift rock” he often gave when he didn’t have a gift, using that “gift” as an anchor that represents a stone-cold heart)

15. Black jute cord holding rock to box (binding the anchor to the box, ensnaring him in his final fate)

16. Black candle wax dropped all over rock (to blot out any positive associations with the rock and to completely seal the curse in place)

Since I’m going up to Wisconsin for vacation, the next step is (logically) to release it. I intend on ritually dropping it into the water. Though it isn’t anywhere near as many shipwrecks compared to Superior, Lake Michigan still is (in some places) a shipwreck graveyard. The final step, allowing the stone to drag the box into the deep, will have the intended effect of amplifying his greatest fears. He’s terrified of heights and that extends to not being able to touch the bottom when swimming, and he’s terrified of death, which the box will forever be surrounded by.

Am I a monster for going to this length? Perhaps. But after what I have gone through and what his wife is allegedly going through in this moment, I can’t stand for it any longer. Once I get back from vacation, I’ll be following up with a return-to-sender for the remaining malice (found through an egg cleanse) as well as a cord-cutting candle ritual for the sake of ridding myself of this wretch.

#baneful magic #serin.exe #pagan practice #magic of Ganim

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idyllic-affections · 1 year ago

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Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo

Tis' I, 🐉Anon!

I enjoyed those brainrots between you and Kaixserzz about Kaveh and Younger sibling![Name]'s relationship with each other and their... "differing" views of their mother, to say the least- and how it affects their relationship as the siblings grow up. I always enjoy those sort of part-character analysis part-drabble fics(?) That really dive into the perspectives and nuances of the characters, as well as address the issues that come up with issues like your mom deciding to bounce and re-marry… while both her children are still clearly wrestling with the grief of their fathers’ death (and one of them maybe or maybe not blaming himself for their death). Quite the intriguing read all around! The dichotomy was just lovely.

And oh yes. Yes yes YES! Dragon parents for the absolute W I N!!! Dude, dragons are the absolute coolest fantasy creatures, it ain't even up for debate. And dragon babies going through their growing pains ;-;Since dragons are reptilian, do you think they shed their skin like irl reptiles do? I imagine it'd be as painless as the horn shedding (I can't get the image of somebody witnessing that for the first time- maybe while giving the lil' guys™️ headsets and unintentionally brushing up against a horn- and just fucking FAINTING on the spot from sheer shock).

Oh oh, imagine dragon parents waking up (or getting woken up) to their dragon kiddies teething on their horns of tail, they're a tiny bit annoyed by it, but also find it really cute, so they decide to be wilfully ignorant for that moment.

Oh oh oh, you know how often in fantasy settings, how dragons tend to have "hords" of valuable items (most often loads and loads of prescious metals and gems… which would be oddly fitting for Zhongli, in spite of his horrible financial skills lol). Imagine the Dragon kiddos having their own little hords, but rather than gold and jewels and gems, they collect pretty looking rocks, feathers, sea shells (from visits to the beach with papa dragoon)... and maaaaybe some gold/mora/credits that they just so happened to find strewn around the streets.

hi lovely hello!!!! i'm sorry that this response is a little late but i am here to reply now ajskahahf <3

that's why i love having those kinds of discussions! it really creates a good opportunity to exchange thoughts and ideas about how such a specific scenario might affect each child differently. there is a ton of nuance in issues like that. i personally cannot sympathize with faranak. i don't like her. i don't care if she turns out to be genuinely sweet like kaveh. i do not like her whatsoever and i don't think her actions are justifiable. but from a writer's pov, it is... a lot more nuanced than that. and that's why i find such discussions to be really fun and enjoyable!

YESSSS DRAGON PARENTS...... pleasejshssng...... that is such a good question though! i feel like they would shed. or maybe some specific types of dragons would shed. but if they did shed...... imagine them taking little baths with warm water to help make it easier... i feel like that could be very soothing and comforting, especially if the dragon has a friend helping (because sheds have been known to become stuck sometimes, so i imagine it would be helpful to have someone gently hold on to the skin. i am planning on getting a snake soon so i have a handful of random bits of information related to this kind of thing stored in my brain!). i definitely agree that it's painless, though. AND THE HORN SHEDDING THING LMAO I LOVE THAT fucking PASSING OUT because the poor victim--who is presumably not a dragon of any kind--is just in pure shock

PLEASE teething on their horns and tail... i imagine it would be a little uncomfortable, but it's just very cute because this baby has the most innocent look in their lil eyes. and dragon parent also happens to know that it's probably helping relieve some of the pressure caused by their teeth coming in, so... they just deal with the slight discomfort it causes. maybe they also gently chide their kid later, but it's not severe punishment or anything.

YOU KNOW. AS SOMEONE WHO HAS A LITTLE HOARD OF GEMS AND MINERALS... i like this idea. i grew up collecting seashells and pretty rocks and honestly it's such a cute idea that the dragon children would do something similar. also you're so right about zhongli AJSHAKFHSNZG

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