#because Not Visual = Not In Mind a lot of the time

[bokettochild]

Okay, quick question:

Why does Legend have violet/purple eyes in your Stories? Like idk it’s my hc now too because I’ve read it so often but where does it come from?

Oh boy, I know I've answered this one a few times, but I don't blame anyone for asking again LOL

It was sort of impulse? Mostly? I remember when I was writing my first fic, I actually sat down and tried to decide what color eyes everyone would have, because eyes are incredibly important to me in my art, be it writing or sketches, and a character always feels incomplete until I can visualize them somehow while working with them.

Anyways, I don't know precisely why I chose violet for Legend, maybe because I have this character (Thane) who I wrote with violet eyes and I thought it would be a fun trait to give to someone, and so I gave it to a random Link who wasn't my current favorite (at that time, I was a huge Wild stan). It became really key to me though because, thematically, it suits him; it plays with various sorts of imagery and symbolism that make my fangirl heart scream in joy!

His eyes are the color of Fi's hilt, while Sky's are the color of her blade. His eyes are the color of a night sky, the place where stars stay, a place of peace in darkness. In my mind, I can see Hyrule as a kingdom regarding their royal family like the sun; a brightness and light that brings life. But Legend, the hero, is the light in the darkness, a star himself, who reminds them that there's hope even when the sun can't be seen. And, well, the sun is just the star closest to us, so he's a sun himself, in a way, just a distant one :)

Additionally, this works as a nice contrast to Ravio! Where Ravio has green eyes, black hair, and wears purple, Legend in my HC would have purple eyes, golden hair, and wear green, so they appear more as a reversed version of each other, just as Fable's blue eyes are a reverse to Hilda's red. (Which also means that, between the four of them, they have red, blue, green and violet! Kind of like Four!)

I also just like how it breaks up the sea of blue eyed boys. like, Hyrule is hazel to me, and Four has grey that change depending on his mood/mentality, and Wind is a ocean blue so they're almost green at times, but Legend's the only one with purple. Which means that he himself also has a blue, green, red, and purple color scheme, between his clothes and his eyes, which, in my early fics, made for another fun similarity to Four (I like tying them together, thematically)

Last of all? It's just pretty. Like, our boy changes his hair all the time, like a girl changes clothes (if you will), but purple eyes? Those go with anything! The black he had during OoX, the red, green, blue (whichever you like, or all if you prefer) of TFH, the typical blonde, or even his traditional pink! they soften his appearance some as well and give him a unique look and feature amid a sea of look-alike-links!

So yeah, there's a lot of "reasons" which mostly boil down to the fact that I thought it'd be fun and then I made it important because It Just Worked

And it's stuck with me! and some other writers have even started doing it too! Granted, I see a lot of brown eyed Legend, green eyed, and of course, the traditional blue, but it makes me smile when I see Violet in anyone's work, because while I'm not saying I've definitely impacted the perception of him by the fandom, I am saying it's nice to think of it like I have, and imagine that in some way, I got to be part of crafting a really cool character, even if it's just through a color contribution :)

[hannahbarberra162]

Mating Call, Part 3 (Marco x Reader, dubcon, monster Marco)

18+ MDNI | on Ao3 | the other parts

A/N - OK this isn’t completely consistent with waterfowl genital anatomy. Dub con all the way but everyone’s having a good time. I took a lot of liberties with our friend because fun. There's gonna be at least one more part.

Thank you to @quinloki for talking through the mechanics of monsterbird fucking with me.

Summary: The World Government has worked hard to obfuscate an interesting fact about Zoan Devil Fruits since the Void Century. In order for a Zoan Devil Fruit to be awakened, the Zoan user must find and claim their mate in accordance with their nature.

Zoan fruit users are driven to find their mates, seeking someone to fill the gnawing need within them, even if they don't recognize it themselves.

Oh, fuck this, you thought. Not only had some shitty pirates kidnapped you and forced you to be the personal vet to their birdly brother, but now it thought it was going to try to mate you. You looked forward to the mouth of the cave, but before you could even make a move to escape, the Phoenix had you pinned to the floor of the cave. Glancing to the side, its talons were tearing into the solid rock beneath you like it was thin fabric. You swallowed dryly as your attention shifted to the none-too-happy Phoenix above you. Maybe you’d stay for a little while.

“ Do not worry, mate. You will come to enjoy the mating, as did all those who preceded you,” it said directly into your mind. You couldn’t imagine how you’d mate at all, much less how you’d enjoy it. But the Phoenix’s statement brought a question to your mind.

“Can you read my mind?” you asked, suddenly fearful. You’d been thinking some less than pleasant thoughts about the Phoenix and didn’t want to enrage it further. Just in case you quickly thought a few nice thoughts about it, about how merciful and kind it was.

“I cannot. I have had quite a few spirited mates over my millennia. I recognize defiance and the desire to flee,” it said calmly as its talons cracked the rock beneath you. “Though, through the centuries some highly compatible mates have been able to communicate as I do,” it said with a mental shrug. 

“I will release you on your promise not to flee. If you lie, you will be punished,” the Phoenix said as it lowered its head to you. It stared at you unblinkingly with its teal eyes and you felt powerless to look away. A mental image popped into your mind of the Phoenix dropping you from high up in the sky. It allowed you to free fall, only to catch you before you hit the ground and repeat the process. It wasn’t your imagination creating the visual- the Phoenix had sent it directly into your mind. 

“You would not enjoy a punishment,” it said with finality. On this, you and the Phoenix agreed. 

“Do I have your word you will not flee?” it asked, its talon gripping you even tighter momentarily. You nodded fervently, you weren’t going anywhere. The Phoenix relaxed its foot, chuffing with pleasure as you remained on the floor where it had left you. 

Now content, the Phoenix strode over to the flat slab of rock that had been functioning as a makeshift table. You startled when the Phoenix used a wing to knock everything off the top, glass breaking and metal containers clanging to the floor. The Phoenix raised a talon and jabbed it into the top of the table, slowly drawing its foot in a large circular motion. You covered your ears as  a terrible high pitched scream rang through the cave as the Phoenix's talons dug through the rock. The Phoenix continued until there were deep grooves in the rock in the shape of a giant circle. You weren’t sure what it was doing but it seemed to know exactly what it was after.

Leaning over, the Phoenix opened its beak and blew a stream of azure fire onto the table, the fire catching within the grooves. The fire didn’t go out as you expected but blazed in an unearthly blue. The fire died down a little until it was glowing embers within the rock, much like the Phoenix had been mere hours before. Your desire to escape returned tenfold as you realized what it had made.

An altar.  

You shrank back as the Phoenix reached for you with its talons again, grabbing you around your midsection. You clutched at its leg as it brought you up and deposited you gently in the middle of the burning circle. Like before, the fire wasn’t hot. But this time when your hand brushed against the embers, you jerked it back in surprise. It felt like a warning, like holding a wild animal in your hand and hoping it didn’t bite.

“Remove your clothes, mate. Unless you prefer that I shred them off you,” the Phoenix intoned, watching you intently.

You had no doubt it would destroy your clothes and you didn’t want to give it cause for anger. If the rebirth was anything to go by, you were now face to face with one of the strongest and most durable beings in the world. And besides, your Soul King sweatshirt was from a limited edition run.

You pushed yourself onto your feet and shakily started removing your outer layers, throwing them over the rock and back into the cave. Standing in front of the Phoenix in your dirty bra and panties had you flushing even though it was the one who had made you undress.

“So shy? I bade you remove your clothing. That means all of it,” the Phoenix the Phoenix chuckled, ruffling its feathers. You didn’t know what to say, just shifted your weight from foot to foot. It could make you undress but it couldn’t make you do a strip tease. Wanting to get this part over with as fast as possible, you reached behind your back with one arm and unhooked your bra and pushed the straps down your arms seconds later. Your panties were next as you slipped them down your legs and stepped out of them, kicking them beyond the altar. You consciously worked to drop your arms to show the Phoenix you had complied with its demands.

The Phoenix tilted its head as if in consideration of your nude form. Whatever, it was just a body. It had probably seen thousands before, yours wasn’t anything special. Still, under its gaze your face heated once more as you impatiently waited for it to say something.

“Yeah, yeah. Take a good look,” you mumbled, embarrassed by its perusal of your body. 

“I am pleased by your features. You are a highly attractive mate. The vessel strongly agrees,” the Phoenix said with appreciation. Its words only made your face flush even hotter as the Phoenix and Marco told you they found you attractive. The Phoenix tossed its head, laughter filling your mind. “Oh, ho! He attempts to wrest control! He wishes to assert himself for you, lucky mate. He cannot at the current time, but it is interesting that he wishes to try.” You weren’t sure if you should be flattered or not given the circumstances.

“It is no matter. We must begin,” the Phoenix purred, moving closer to you. You tried to scramble back but there was nowhere to go, you were trapped by the circle and the giant bird approaching you.

“Do not fear. This will not harm you,” the Phoenix said, opening its wings wide. That could mean any number of things so you weren’t all that reassured. You backed away until your hand touched the outer edge of the circle, unsure what to prepare for. The Phoenix reared back and opened its mouth, emitting a wall of bright blue flames. Your body was completely engulfed by fire on all sides. You screamed, your hands instinctively coming to cover your face once more. 

Whereas before the flames quickly dissipated as they healed your body, now they were almost sticking to you. It felt like the breeze wafting in on a hot summer day, a moment of solace in a turbulent time. The flames were unnerving and strange but they didn’t hurt. You glanced around you like a caged animal, seeking a way to escape.

“Breathe it in,” the Phoenix urged you. You shook your head, no fucking way. Whatever ritual it wanted to do was tied to this and you still held hope that you wouldn’t need to participate. 

“I will not cease my flames until you breathe them in. And I do not need to make them feel this pleasant,” the Phoenix warned. The flames shifted slightly, beating against your skin momentarily. Now they felt like the beach on a day that was too windy, sand whipping you from every angle, too unpleasant to be enjoyable. The sensation lasted only a moment before the flames changed back to the way they were before, making your shoulders relax. OK so, could make the flames even worse for you. Change of plans. 

You opened your mouth and took in a shaky breathful of air as requested. Flames entered your mouth and lept down your throat, filling you from the inside out. You felt like you were lost in the Phoenix, completely wrapped in its essence. The Phoenix gave you only a moment of adjustment before brushing against your mind. 

You were not present anymore, not in the traditional sense. You had merged minds with the Phoenix, if only for a fleeting second. You felt the weight of eons, the slow passage of time, 1,000 sunrises gone in the blink of an eye. You felt the joy and pain of thousands, millions of people all through the sharp eyes of the Zoan bird. You felt the wind beneath your wings, the rush of diving through the air, the thrill of taking flight never lost even after all this time. 

You saw Marco as a young man, eating the Tori Tori no Mi; felt the Phoenix’s anticipation of filling a new vessel. This was to be an excellent vessel, it could tell at first glance, and it had much to do with him. These were to be interesting times and the Phoenix would be needed by many. You saw Marco honing in his powers and transforming individual body parts under the watchful eye of a younger Whitebeard.

You saw the Phoenix laying eyes on you, the rightness of finding its mate like two pieces of a puzzle snapping together. You looked radiant through its eyes, even as you clutched your broken clavicle in fear. At least you looked good, you supposed.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the Phoenix removed its mind and its fire from you. It could have been seconds or centuries, you wouldn’t have been able to tell. As you blinked back to your own consciousness, you found yourself lying on the altar. The Phoenix was watching you calmly, waiting for you to wake up. You pushed yourself to sit, bringing your hand to your forehead and closing your eyes.

Whoa.

You felt weird. 

And not in the seeing-into-the-mind-of-eternity kind of way or the I’m-too-high-for-this kind of way. More like there was something up with your body kind of way. Maybe you hadn’t quite come back to reality from the time you’d spent in the Phoenix’s mind. You felt feverish, like you’d suddenly gotten a strong virus. Your head was full of cotton and wasn’t working properly, like you couldn’t hold on to many thoughts.

You scratched at your arms, a persistent itch irritating your entire body. It almost felt like there was a thin layer of sand under your skin, bothering you everywhere. Standing up, you tried stretching your muscles - maybe your body had fallen asleep during the mind touch and that would help.

It did not. 

If anything, moving around made the feeling spread even faster. You idly wondered if this was how the Phoenix felt when it was dying. If so, you felt even worse for it because at least you were able to scratch yourself with your nails. But the scratching wasn’t helping, it only agitated the sensation more. The itch began to fade from your skin as it settled deeper and deeper in your body, until it felt like it was in your bones. It was not a better feeling, but at least you wouldn’t rip your skin to shreds.

Your skin was now tingling and you could feel your heart beating wildly in your chest. You were panting, somehow out of breath as sweat trickled down between your bare breasts. Your head was spinning so you sat back down on the altar, afraid you’d fall off if you didn’t. Your head lolled back and you moaned out loud as a wave of need hit you .  

“Wha- what’s happening?” you mumbled, lying down on your back. The cool stone felt incredible against your hot skin. You shifted around, your pussy was starting to throb and you could feel your own slick pooling at the top of your thighs. Your cunt was calling for you, practically begging you to start touching yourself.

“Your preparations for mating. Show me how you pleasure yourself, mate. The vessel is watching too,” the Phoenix cooed into your mind. You shivered, you didn’t take yourself for an exhibitionist but it felt like you would die if you didn’t get some satisfaction right now . The Phoenix fire was in your blood, pushing you further from your normal self with every beat of your heart.

Your thighs trembled as your hand snaked between your folds and found them already drenched. You’d never masturbated like this in front of someone but having the Phoenix’s attention on you was a strangely heady feeling. You roved your fingers through your slick lips, quickly finding your already engorged clit. Normally you’d work yourself up into a fever pitch but your blood was already singing with the need to come. 

You stroked your clit in small circles, your back arching as you found some of the solace you were seeking. You moaned and spread your legs wider, your feet nearly at the edge of the circle. Your other hand came up to cup your breast, harshly plucking at your hard nipple as you liked. Wanton moans fell from your lips as you rubbed your clit, your hips rising as you sought relief from the burning need inside you.

“So wet for me, such a pleasing mate,” the Phoenix said, praising you. You nearly preened at his words, you’d always been a sucker for praise. It wound your desire higher as you closed in on your mounting orgasm.

“Allow me to assist,” the Phoenix murmured, its dark voice lingering like a kiss in your mind. You weren’t sure how it would accomplish such a thing but right now you’d do anything to push yourself over the edge into climax. A gasp escaped from you as its head was pushing your legs even farther apart, its beady eyes staring at you from below. You reached for it, only for the Phoenix to nudge your hand back to its former position.

“Continue, sweet mate. Show me your pleasure,” it cooed. You were only too happy to comply, resuming tending to yourself. Resuming your rhythm was quick work, not caring if the Phoenix could see you clenching around nothing. You weren’t sure exactly what the Phoenix was going to do but you quickly found yourself keening loudly as its tongue dipped into your soaking slit.

Like the rest of its body, the Phoenix’s tongue was an amalgamation of various bird species. It was long like a woodpecker’s would be, but had a tough keratin tip at the end like a parrot. At least you thought it did, you couldn’t see anything right now. The Phoenix had its tongue so far up your cunt you shut your eyes, trying to make the incredible sensation last longer. Its tongue was thick and wet and holy fuck it was right at your gspot. 

The Phoenix was using the hard tip like fingers to prod at your gspot, making you clench tighter than ever as its tongue thrust in and out of you. You reached down and grabbed its feathery head in your hands, feeling the Phoenix’s slight surprise in your mind.

“Bring yourself to completion on my tongue,” the Phoenix urged you, now pistoning its tongue even faster than before. It was convenient to be able to speak without using your mouth, you noted in between moans of pleasure. Your breath hitched as you remembered to rub your clit, the Phoenix tongue fucking you all the while. All too soon the trails of fire you’d felt in your veins were collecting in your cunt. You bit your lip and rubbed yourself even faster as the Phoenix’s tongue hit you right there right there right there . 

Your hands wound into the feathers of the Phoenix, pulling it closer as you ground your throbbing pussy on its tongue. You let out a cry as you shattered into a million pieces, all tinged in deep blue. The Phoenix continued to lap at you through your orgasm and you sensed its contentment in your mind. Eventually you weakly pushed at its head with your hands trying to avoid overstimulation.

“Perfect mate. Now it is my turn. Roll over,” it said, gently nudging you with its beak. There were no thoughts in your brain as you complied, laying on your stomach as you tried to catch your breath.

But wait. The actual mating would start soon, according to the Phoenix. You stared at the bird, wondering about the implications of inter-species fucking.

OK, OK. You didn’t need to freak out. You were familiar with bird anatomy and most birds reproduced via a cloaca kiss (which was of course, the worst term ever coined). All you’d have to do is allow his cloaca to touch your vagina briefly and the mating would be over. 

Well, all birds except water fowl.

Which…was the case for the Phoenix’s body, you dimly remembered. 

Fuck.

Your mouth went dry as you watched a massive corkscrew shaped cock emerge from its body. It was hard and red and bobbing against the Phoenix’s stomach. You were no virgin but that?  

“That’s not going to fit,” you whispered, in awe of the massive cock in front of you. Precome was already beading at the tip of the Phoenix’s cock as if daring you to lick it off. The heat pumping in your veins had you imagining it.

“It will. Fate would not entwine us if we were not a match,” the Phoenix said with complete confidence as it positioned its massive cock at your sopping hole. You gulped, you weren’t so sure about fate. Your mind forgot its concerns as another tidal wave of need coursed through your body, making you groan in discomfort.

“Allow me to help you. It is the only thing that will complete the binding, tether us to one another,” the Phoenix suggested. It was only in your head but it felt like a whisper in your ear, making you shiver. Even though you just came, you felt the fire returning to your body. You nearly cried in frustration as the need to orgasm had your cunt throbbing all over again. 

“The sensation will abate once our mating is complete,” the Phoenix continued. 

Why didn’t it say that first? Fucking bird dosed you with an aphrodisiac and was stalling you, you groused in your head.

“I did not think you would be receptive until the sensations grew unbearable. And yes, it does ease the ritual for us both,” the Phoenix explained calmly.

“I thought you said you couldn’t read my thoughts!” you yelled as you sat up and shook out your arms. 

“I mentioned that a select few highly compatible mates have been able to communicate mentally. It has never occured so rapidly, I must admit I am curious,” it purred into your mind. “Now, shall we ease your discomfort?” 

The tingling was returning even stronger now, your body felt like it was on fire. You struggled to keep your hand off yourself again, this needed to end. There was so much energy and need building in you and you had to channel it somewhere. Could you really fuck a giant flaming bird? How would that even - you lost your train of thought as electricity zapped through your groin, making your empty hole clench as if on cue.

Whatever.

Fuck now, figure it out later. 

“I can’t take much more,” you gritted out, already turning yourself over onto hands and knees. You faced forward, maybe if you couldn’t see the massive cock it wouldn’t split you in half. As the Phoenix drew nearer you felt the now familiar ripples of power behind your back.

“Beautiful presentation. Fate has provided me such a fine mate,” the Phoenix husked into your mind. You felt like beaming at its words but the praise was forgotten as felt its cockhead prodding at your entrance. Your eyes widened – even with the aphrodisiac it had given you, you were doubtful of its compatibility with your human anatomy. A wave of assurance flooded you, though you could tell the feeling wasn’t coming from an internal source.

What the hell? You can send thoughts, pictures, and emotions? you thought even as your shoulders relaxed from around your ears. The Phoenix didn’t answer but sent its own feelings of being pleased down your strange mental connection. Your muscles loosened even as your need made itself known again, your pussy clenching around nothing. You sent the Phoenix a message back that it wasn’t time for playing - an image of your head thrown back in pleasure as it fucked you from behind, earning you a dark chuckle from the Pheonix.

You pressed your chest down to the rock and hiked your ass higher into the air, your own juices running down the tops of your thighs. You turned your head to the side and spread your legs wider. A large, cool foot pressed you down onto the altar as the Phoenix’s cock finally pushed into you. You keened loudly as it slowly pushed deeper into your sopping cunt, the corkscrew shape hitting you in all the right spots. 

“Is this what you wanted, sweet mate? Fucked from behind as I hold you in place? My little mate for the taking?” You couldn’t answer verbally or mentally as the Phoenix pushed its cock all the way in, sheathing himself in you fully. You’d never taken anyone - well, anything - as big before. The stretch bordered on painful as his cock speared you wide open. You were panting, your body struggling to adjust to the size and shape of his cock. Finally, you took in a shuddering breath and tried rocking back against the Phoenix. 

“We begin.” 

Begin ? What had everything been up to that point? You tried to keep your thoughts to yourself this time. The Phoenix doused you again in fire, the flames covering not only your body but also beyond it, like you were in a sphere of Phoenix fire. You opened your mouth and prepared yourself mentally for another wave of aphrodisiac fuelled lust. Instead a naked man suddenly appeared in front of you, looking over you with half lidded eyes. He was tall with a large purple Whitebeard tattoo across his chest and a shock of blond hair atop his head.

Marco.

You startled back, surprised to see the human half of the Phoenix. To be honest, you’d kind of forgotten about him. Staring at his chiseled body, you understood why half your medical school class had been obsessed with collecting his bounty posters. The taloned foot holding you down released and you pushed yourself back onto hands and knees. The Phoenix behind you wobbled unsteadily for a moment before righting itself. It had always been graceful in its movements so the small lurch was surprising.

Marco’s hand cupped your chin and tilted your face up to look at him. Marco wore a wicked grin as he spoke directly into your mind.

“Little mate. I have been waiting for this.”

“It’s you? N-not Marco?” you asked, trying to rear back from him. Marco’s fingers grasped your jaw firmly as his smile widened. His other hand began stroking his erect cock, his thumb smearing the precome that had gathered there over his sensitive head. The Phoenix at your back had started to rock into you, making you arch your back. You wanted to keep your thoughts on Marco in front of you but it was difficult while a corkscrew cock pistoned slowly inside of you, filling every inch of your needy cunt.

“It is I. The vessel remains in the body of the Phoenix. This is one of the final parts of the ritual. We will take you together, the three of us combining into one.” Marco’s thumb ran across your lower lip, pulling it down slightly. Your mind was cloudy as you opened your mouth, Marco stuck his thumb inside and you swirled your tongue around it, eager for what was going to happen. Marco’s eyes flashed in delight as he licked his own lips. 

“Open for me,” Marco crooned, pulling his thumb from your mouth. You readily opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, already salivating for the thick human cock in front of you. Marco fed you the tip of his cock slowly, letting you savor the salty taste of his precome. His hands wound into your hair and around your head, gripping onto you tightly. He pushed himself slowly to the back of your throat before pulling all the way out again. 

Marco thrust his cock back in, pressing farther down your throat than he had before. You tried to breathe through your nose and relax your throat but even in his human form Marco was large, his cock taking up all the room in your mouth. You tried hollowing out your cheeks but you weren’t sure it accomplished anything in your already crowded mouth. Your lips were stretched wide as you began bobbing your head up and down on his shaft. Marco’s grip on your head tightened and he began thrusting more rapidly down your throat. 

You wanted to coordinate your movement but your thoughts frazzled as the Phoenix began rocking into you even faster. The squelching sounds of the Phoenix’s cock thrusting into your drenched pussy hit your ears as Marco’s breath started to hitch above you.

“S-so good for me. Luscious mate,” Marco husked into your mind as your nose met his toned stomach.

The Phoenix was now fucking you steadily from behind as Marco fucked your mouth. Drool was dripping down your chin and your juices down your legs as the two halves of the Phoenix bounced you between them. Your breasts jiggled with every thrust from the Phoenix and every snap of Marco’s hips. Looking up, you saw Marco’s half lidded expression watching you with unbroken intensity. 

“Are you ready?” the Phoenix asked, one of his hands leaving your hair to stroke your cheek. You hummed around his cock and he shuddered. “Naughty mate,” he said appreciatively, softly tapping your cheek with a finger.

Using some unspoken signal, both Marco and the Phoenix began thrusting into you more rapidly, their rhythms aligning. The Phoenix sent a wave of pleasure down your mental connection, making you moan loudly and your cunt tighten around the Phoenix’s cock. It felt like the highest setting on your vibrator, set to your clit for a second too short.

“That’s cheating,” you thought at the Phoenix in Marco’s body. He laughed, a rich, deep sound that made warmth bloom in your chest. 

“There will be plenty of time for true pleasure, but we must complete the ritual. It is challenging to separate myself from the vessel for an extended period of time. Now be a good mate and come on our cocks,” the Phoenix said, sending another wave down the mental connection.  Marco grabbed your head and thrust himself into your face while the Phoenix rammed you from behind. You closed your eyes, focusing on the cock prodding at your gspot, Marco’s cock down your throat and if they just continued right there right there right there…

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you finally came on the Phoenix’s cock. Your cunt clenched him tightly as you groaned out your pleasure, Marco’s cock muffling the sound. Sound and vision faded from you; you’d never come as hard in your life. It felt like your orgasm kept coming in waves as Marco and the Phoenix moved quickly, timing their orgasms to match your own. You felt the Phoenix’s cock spasm within you, spurting a huge amount of warm come into your pussy. 

Meanwhile, Marco held you in place while he grunted and came down your throat, his copious amounts of come leaking out the corners of your mouth. Your mind was mush as the two of them slowed their pace, giving your weary body a chance to catch up as you came down from your high. Your thighs and arms were shaking, you didn’t think you could go another round, at least not without an extended break.

Marco pulled out of your mouth, his cock still sticky with your saliva and his come. You swallowed what was left in your mouth as he crouched in front of you. Marco ran his thumbs over your cheekbones and smiled softly at you.

“Perfect mate,” he said into your mind. He leaned down and brushed his lips against your own, the kiss chaste yet tender in its own way. 

Bright blue flames enveloped you once more and you squinted to avoid the bright blast. By the time you opened your eyes, Marco was gone and it was just the Phoenix behind you once more. You were thankful he grabbed you with a talon before pulling his cock out, otherwise you would have face planted onto the rock beneath you. He set you gently on the altar beneath you, moving away from the rock to watch you from a few feet away.

A few minutes later and you were still lying face down on the stone slab, the fire within the circle now dying embers. You were breathing heavily, unable to move until your brain and body caught up from the massive orgasm you’d just had. The Phoenix’s come was trickling out of you and you idly wondered if it was blue or white. You’d look later.

“Thank you for sharing yourself with us, dear mate.” The Phoenix said, trailing a feathered wing down your back. You gave a limp thumbs up in response. 

“I am sorry for the next portion. It must happen; it is the final step before you can rest.” That statement from the Phoenix made you perk your head up – Thatch had said something similar before he put you in a black hole and that had sucked. You didn’t have time to wonder what was going to happen as a kaleidoscope of color combined with a deafening sound.

“PHOENIX BRAND. ”  

You weren’t sure when you started screaming. There wasn’t a way for your body and mind to process the excruciating pain of the Phoenix’s foot pressed onto your back, searing your flesh where it touched. You’d seen Marco fighting on the Marine snails, but you never thought you would have to experience any of his attacks yourself. Your mind went completely white as you writhed, trying to get away from the source of the pain. There wasn’t anything to do except howl at the top of your lungs, every muscle in your body straining against the anguish it was inflicting on you.

The Phoenix removed its foot after a moment, leaving you sobbing in pain on the altar. You tried to reach a shaking hand behind you to feel your back but the Phoenix gently nudged you away with a wing. Moments later and you felt the cool sensation of the Phoenix’s healing fire on you, your pain swept away in seconds. Even so, you were still bawling loudly, the whiplash of being branded and healed too much for you to bear.

“You will now bear my mark for the rest of your days. The ritual is complete, I am Awakened. Sleep now mate, I will look after you,” the Phoenix said. Sure enough, a scarf of teal clouds rested on the shoulders of the Phoenix, rippling in time with its feathers. You were still crying, your breath coming in soft sobs, as you felt a feathery wing resting against your back in comfort. 

Phoenix POV

The Phoenix looked down on its beautiful mate, asleep following the conclusion of the ritual. This was a better mate than it could remember having in centuries; he was proud that Fate had provided him such a fine specimen. The vessel inside was petulant that the Phoenix had branded their mate, but there was no recourse. She would bear his mark on her skin, a warning to those who desired to harm her or keep her from the Phoenix.

Shifting into its largest form, the Phoenix gently gathered its sleeping mate and set her on its back. She nestled into the soft, downy feathers, needing slumber to heal her mind and spirit from the ritual and branding.The Phoenix grabbed her garb with one talon - humans were leery of nudity - and ambled to the front of the cave, careful not to wake her. 

Flapping its massive wings, the Phoenix left the cave. It flew easily in the calm night air, maintaining an even level for the benefit of its mate. It had missed flying during its death cycle, needing to reserve its energy for the rebirth.  It headed towards the ship the vessel lived upon, not needing the navigational tools the humans used. The Phoenix was rather fond of some of the humans aboard the ship; the vessel had been with them for many years. It would be proud to show off its fine mate to them. Besides, the vessel had to meet his mate and the ship would be a comfortable setting for both. 

Soaring high above the clouds, the Phoenix sent out a sharp cry that reverberated through the forest below. A blessing. A curse. A celebration. A warning.

The Phoenix was Awakened. 

Taglist: @mfreedomstuff @rebeccawinters @ratchetprime211 @starsandshht @unknown-y-person @radiantnico @starrlo0ver

[cmiru]

✦ VULPECULA. OR…various with a Foxian reader !

synopsis: general headcanons for them with a Foxian s/o :D words: 0.4k warnings/tags: none! / headcanons, fluff, general silliness, gn reader, reader bites in 2 out of 4 parts because i said so, this will flop and that is okay including: Aventurine, Sunday, March 7th, Tingyun

AVENTURINE thought you were part cat for the first two weeks. no, seriously. he spent fourteen days teasing you about laser pointers and going pspsps when he wanted your attention. it was actually only when you were offended by his gift of some chocolates that he realized your features were vulpine, not feline (…and that his well-intentioned gift was basically an offer to make you physically sick). in his defense, there aren’t many obvious visual differences between the two. anyway, good luck dealing with his “affections”; if you thought he was touchy before you gave him the go-ahead to pet you, you think he’s insufferable now. on the bright side, he doesn’t take it personally when you give him warning bites. truth be told, he enjoys them a little too much.

SUNDAY is by far the most respectful person on this list. he won’t touch your ears or tail without asking—for a while, at least. he might begin to give in to temptation once you let him know it’s fine to touch, though even then he’s gentle, just giving you a light stroke or pet every now and then. please initiate a similar form of affection towards his wings; he’s usually a bit too shy to ask you himself, but he enjoys the simple intimacy of it. note: if you’re careful enough with how you treat his wings, he might let you preen them, so it is advisable to not try to take one of his feathers as a souvenir.

to be completely honest, MARCH 7TH needs to be sedated. Dan Heng has to half-pry her off you most of the time because of her cuteness aggression—she means no harm, but there are times where she forgets you aren’t a stuffed animal and squishes your poor ears in the tightest surprise hug known to man. she definitely minds if you bite her in self-defense, but if it’s only a playful chomp she’s more than willing to risk returning it with one of her own. the type to hug your tail instead of you whenever you sleep together.

TINGYUN could not possibly be more thrilled to have a partner with Foxian features just like hers. speaking of, tail-care sessions are a must—Tingyun puts a lot of effort into taking care of her own tail, so of course she’s more than willing to help you take care of yours; you better believe she’s devoting a portion of her excess funds to combs and brushes as well as other products just for you. oh, and you know how real foxes use their tails for warmth? her new favorite sleeping position is whichever one lets you drape your tails over one another.

a/n: Aventurine’s bit might be a little confusing if you’re like me a week ago and didn’t know chocolate is apparently toxic to Foxians, so here’s a screenshot from the hsr wiki to help prove i am not making shit up. that being said, thank you for reading <3

[apollonia4]

How do you think the brothers would handle an MC with auditory processing issues? Like, they can hear someone talking, but the words get jumbled in their brain if someone mumbles or otherwise doesn't speak clearly. Volume isn't necessarily the issue, though it does impact things - "loud enough to be understood, but not so loud it hurts my head" would be the ideal way to speak to them

Example:

"I wanna hang with you."

"You wanna... claim a shoe?"

Or perhaps

"Beel just had a whole cake."

"Beel just had a cool date? Oh my gosh, with who?!"

It's not something they're doing on purpose, just a quirk of their brain / hearing I guess lol

Hellooo, thank you for your request! I did some research and tried my best to write it accurately but if you see any mistakes, let me know! ♡♡

{]MC with auditory processing issues[}

MC has problems with hearing, how do the brothers deal with it?

Genre: fluff, slice of life, gn¡MC, headcanons, established relationship (separate).

Lucifer:

♤ He first learns of it when you two do paperwork together in the council room at RAD. Despite you two being alone in the room, there's much noise outside, disrupting the enviroment.

♤ He had asked you to put the papers on the desk below and got particulary puzzled when you started doing something entirely different.

♤ Upon asking you about it, you explained that you have this issue that keeps you from processing sounds correctly.

♤ When Lucifer learns of it, he takes it seriously. He always makes sure that whenever he wants to say something important there is little to none background noise.

♤ Like the little tease he is, he will on ocassion get really close to your ear and speak slowly so you can understand better but also to see your adorable blushing face.

Mammon:

♤ We know Mamms is a yapper, he often gets caught up in his stories or praises, forgetting about the outside world.

♤ So when he's talking with you about some drama in a casino he's been to recently and you interrupt saying you have no idea what he's talking about he gets very confused. But you are sitting so close?

♤ You explain your issue with hearing and that in this scenario he's probably talking too fast and your brain has trouble processing all of those things at once.

♤ He gets worried but as usual starts bragging about how humans are hilarious but when you give him a stern look he shuts up in a second.

♤ From this point forward he tries to remember (or wants you to remind him) to speak slower and more clearly. If you are in a crowded place, he will wave before trying to say something but if you don't like it, he will just give you a little nudge.

Leviathan:

♤ Levi talks a lot too, you don't mind but when you first met, understanding him was a real challenge. Because when he starts not only does he speak extremely fast but also pretty unclear.

♤ When you felt comfortable enough, you told him about your condition. He didn't judge, he was just curious. How does that work? Your ears hear but your brain doesn't??

♤ It takes him a minute to process but with your explanation he understans how to talk to you so you have it easier.

♤ When you talk in his room it's no problem, the place is quiet and free from any outside noises but in public he will try to provide visual aid and speak louder than usuall (which took a lot cause of his antisocial nature, but everything for you).

Satan:

♤ When Satan finds out, it's probably one of the first times he reads you a book. He must be a very fast reader with the ammount of books he consumes so I imagine that even reading aloud for someone he can get carried away.

♤ That is untill you gently stop him and tell him you can't understand a lot of what he's saying. He asks why and you fiddle with your thumbs slightly, wondering how to explain it best.

♤ When you finally speak, he doesn't interrupt you, focusing all his attention on your explanation. When you're finished, he reassures you that it's okay and that he doesn't mind at all.

♤ Infact it might be a good opportunity to calm down his stormy temper. From this point forward, he speaks slower and with more patience, giving you time to understand. If it's you, he never has problems with adjusting his lifestyle.

Asmodeus:

♤ He would likely not notice untill you tell him yourself, and when you do you are sitting in his room. Asmo is sitting by his vanity, removing his makeup and talking about his day.

♤ You listen carefully but one moment he gets particulary heated on some topic and you start to loose track of what he's saying.

♤ Valuing his silly little rants you interrupt him by saying you were really invested but you can't really hear him well. He looks at you confused, a little worried tilting his head slightly waiting for you to continue.

♤ When you explain your issue he realizes and rushes to you, apologizing that he didn't notice. You reassure him that you pay it no mind and that he's a great boyfriend. Now that he knows, no getting out of it. You're sitting in his lap while he goes on with his routine and keeps talking.

♤ He'll always bring you closer when he wants to talk which is a petty excuse for this big flirt but he also just wants you to be comfortable and be able to understand above all.

Beelzebub:

♤ He suspects something when you two are cooking together and he asks if you could bring him food from the fridge and you come back with something so different he has to double check. He thinks, maybe you are sick? Or tired??

♤ When he asks you about it, you get a bit flustered that you didn't warn him beforehand, you figured you could manage! You explain everyrthing he needs to know and he just nods his head.

♤ You think that's all but then he suddenly wraps his big arm around your waist and brings you close, putting his head on yours and telling you again what he wanted you to get but this time his tone is more clear.

♤ From now he tries not to speak when his mouth is full (not that his brothers haven't told him that a thousand times but he finally got it together for you). When it's loud in class and he can see you're overwhelmed, he just writes you a note as you both giggle exchanging it.

Belphegor:

♤ Belphie sleeps almost all the time so it's easy for him to miss this kind of detail when it comes to you. He also speaks rather quietly and sometimes you can't quite make out what he's saying to you.

♤ You tell him about your hearing issues one time when you're both napping in the attic so you're both close and you can hear eachother well. At first he doesn't say anything and you almost had to check if he fell asleep but then he scoots closer, lips brushing against your ear making you blush like crazy.

♤ He says it's no problem for him if it means helping you with your daily struggles, if he's not feeling up for speaking louder, he'll scoot closer or signalize some things with his hands. It works quite well for you and he's very patient, not getting mad when you don't hear but just muttering 'humans are silly', earning a light smack on the arm from you.

Last three days been kinda crazy, covid has had almost no mercy on my soul but I AM alive and fighting. Anyways hope yall enjoyed the headcanons, I had fun!

[teatimeweirdo]

Note: can you tell when I left he overheated lecture hall and returned to my equally hot apartment? ...most of this is just Lahan being miserable in summer, cuz same. please let summer be over soon...anyways I want him

Warning: there's talk about food and forgetting to eat and drink, Lahan in general is miserable because I am miserable

Nice to Look at

Word around the Empire was that he had no interest in the allures of the flesh and to the outside that may be true, to everyone else he might only be interested in numbers and economic exploits, but behind closed doors he had his special someone, one he adored, one he cherished and according to him they were his perfect match, he enjoyed their company.

That special someone was you. When he met you, you weren't anything special, you were just a servant running around the palace fulfilling your duties, nothing of note, but you were quick and efficient, managed to do your tasks with a precision most other servants couldn't. That is what originally drew him to you, but the more he got to know you the deeper he fell, he wouldn't say it was love at first sight, rather it was a long and drawn out process of getting to know each other and a bit of bickering. Usually he hated bickering, he avoided it like the Plague but with you he enjoyed it, it was never useless nagging or fighting about mundane things, it was a constant one upping each other he found it endearing. You had great qualities, despite your unremarkable background you were smart, knew how to run things, knew how to play Go, not that it was one of his main priorities but it certainly helped, sure you weren't as calculating as he was and rather went with the flow of things, but even he himself sometimes needed someone to balance him out, while not directly giving him a headache. 

Currently he was investigating, gods know what, for Jinshi, after a failed attempt of getting a raise, not that it bothered him, he was well situated enough to not need the extra money, it would have just been nice, afterall he valued his work worth more than what he got, however that was not to discourage him  from doing his work, he found a certain kind of enjoyment in digging up dirt on people, but working well into the night was a lot even for him, even if he often stayed up late today was just somehow draining for him, maybe it was the heat that summer always brought or it might have been the fact that he didn’t see his beloved darling all day. He felt lonely and it was way to hot in his little office, so hot in fact that his spectacles refused to stay on his nose, they kept wanting to slide down forcing him to Interrupt his so he could push them back up, the skin on his nose started to burn, he felt like the first layer of his skin was already gone due to the amount of times he had to push the visual aid around. He also was hungry, he hadn't even noticed until now, he was so focused on his work but now that the discomfort was hitting it was hitting all at once.

Then knocking, only a soft knock, trying to be not too loud, not wanting to interrupt him. He only responded with a mumbled ‘come in’ thinking it was just someone else trying to put more work on him before he could finish up for the day, making his already torturous experience even worse. As much as he loved his work, he just couldn’t concentrate anymore, it was too warm, he felt too sticky, too hungry, too anything, concentration was just slipping, his mind felt fuzzy, his eyes couldn’t focus on the scroll in front of him anymore. The words just seemed to slip from the paper, everything on it just looked wobbly and wonky. His hands felt shaky and ached from writing all day, he could barely hold the brush anymore, his fingers were chafed from writing all day. All he wanted was a way out of his misery, maybe a cold bath to cool down his body after a long day stuck in a dark room illuminated by candles, while the sun outside was warming up the room as well. 

So naturally when the door opened and it was you standing in the doorway he felt genuine relief, he didn’t think he would ever be released from this prison of his own making. To see you, holding a bowl with what he assumed was food felt like the heavens were reaching out to him personally and throwing him a bone. This whole time he had just felt like he was melting away due to the heat, seconds felt like hours, he thought he had been in this room for days. His throat felt dry, he felt dizzy, it’s probably also been a while since he drank something, he was getting a headache due to his own thoughts, it added to the fuzziness and thumping he was already experiencing due to being dehydrated. 

“Thought you’d be in here. Have you eaten yet? or even drank anything? like anything at all?”

Your voice pulled him out of his own thoughts, it was like a saving grace. He was tempted to just nod, he could barely comprehend your questions. He watched you as you put down a cup of water in front of him, usually he would have tea with you but considering the heat outside some simple water was probably the better option for him. He just looked at you and then at the cup of water, almost as if expecting you to say something, he honestly couldn’t think.

“You need to drink something. You look like you’re about to pass out.”

As soon as some Water finally flowed down his throat he started feeling a little less dizzy, less fuzzy, mainly he felt a little less horrible. If it weren’t for you he probably would have long succumbed to his tendency to overwork himself and forget he still needs to eat and drink and even if he were to remember his basic needs, his day would still be brightened every time he saw you. He always looked at you as if you took the stars from the sky and presented them to him. His eyes met with yours again, this time with the same lovestruck expression he always looks at you with, his spectacles kind of slipping down again due to how moist his skin was. You moved your hand up to his face using your pointer finger to push the visual aid properly back onto his nose, Lahan, of course leaned into your touch, he kind of reminded you of a cat in this moment. You lean against the desk and softly kiss his forehead. 

He was content with how his life turned out so far, after all he had a loving and caring partner, who would do anything to make sure he was alright, as much as he loved being independent it was nice to have someone one could rely on. He finally finds the energy to sit up properly and stretch a little, getting a bit of relief after sitting around all day and doing some tedious desk work. He looks at you and smiles, it was that smile that might have reminded you of a docile fox and you smile back, he was certainly nice to look at. 

[spinnysocks]

do any other neurodivergent people feel like you're in autopilot mode. especially if you have a daily schedule that's rarely broken, you're kinda going through the motions, such as working then trying to ignore all your distractions to relax? cause like. i just realised i haven't responded to 1 friend and 3 family members in weeks 😭

[thisfuckingdork]

Some sprite practice using cybersalmon's cool characters/story :P

[kagooleo]

i've only got a few goals in mind for next year and number one is to draw more riley and lance. nearly half of these have riley in em and i have GOT to draw more of him. hashtag rileysweep

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Do you have any cherik fics recs set in the comics? Or at least not set in X-men first class

my rec list is very small for i don't really read fanfics and i only really read things when they're recc'd to me HOWEVER i do have a Very Small collection for you (descending by word count). under the cut cause the descriptions got long by accident Oops

1.) [EXPLICIT, READ WARNINGS BEFOREHAND] Chimera, by Andraste (Word Count: 1,304)

(Takes place in the Ultimate X-Men (2001) timeline) I can't really describe this fic adequately without telling the whole thing or accidentally doing an analysis on it: while it doesn't have a strict plot, calling it PWP isn't too accurate in my opinion either. The smut in this fic- in my reading- isn't meant to be erotic in the typical way we approach NSFW in fanfiction, but if I start to go in-depth on what that means this post is just going to be dissecting everything line-for-line LOL. The best way I suppose I can describe the premise of this fic is a "grim" scenario based around Charles reworking Erik's mind and keeping him "docile", and Erik catching on to what's been happening to him. This fic explores how Erik wants Charles to "atone" and confront the consequences for this meddling.

2.) As If Nothing Happened, by joshriku (Word Count: 3,289)

(Takes place amidst X-Men Unlimited (1993) #1) This fic expands on the X-Men Unlimited tidbit where Charles is rescued by a """"mysterious"""" figure (who we later learn is Erik in UXM 309) during the snowstorm he, Scott, and Ororo were entrapped by. Very domestic and "warm" and sprinkled with beautiful, playful back-and-forths, and is a joy to revisit if you want something cozy.

3.) [EXPLICIT, READ WARNINGS BEFOREHAND] Behind Closed Minds by f3armgneto (Word Count: 4,914)

(No specific verse or timeline) Honorable Mention Is Honorable i gotta include the fic that was written for me... i wasn't sure if you were looking for explicitly-stated comicverse fics only but i needed to do an honorable mention..... the art this fic's based off of is meant to be comicverse so surely that must count... Premise is essentially that Charles accidentally telepathically peeps on Erik showering and is incapable of moving beyond the instance without "proper resolution". Meanwhile on Erik's end, fully aware he'd been spied upon, thinks of a "countermeasure" to Charles' voyeurism (spoilers: it's more of a reward than a deterrent).

4.) it's going to be a long, long time, by joshriku

(Takes places amidst Krakoa period around AXE Judgment and X-Men Red) A series of events between Charles and Erik following the latter leaving to retire on Arakko. My summary does a poor job on highlighting the chemistry, dialogue, and longing between Erik and Charles in this: I can only beg you to give the fic some time to read it.

5.) not so tragic, my love- it's this dream, it's this sun, by joshriku

(Takes place post-gala/beginning-of-post of the Krakoa period, diverges from X-men: From The Ashes (2024)) Erik has Charles stay with him on Island M after the fall of Krakoa. It's no surprise Charles isn't doing so well mentally after losing everything, but- amidst the facsimile of some domestic joys- Erik wrangles with Charles' depression and anguish, the professor having long lost the light in his spirit to help his fellow mutants readjust after the downfall. (Guest Starring: Jean Grey who has a wonderfully written interaction with Charles- though this fic In Its Entirety is wonderfully written...)

when i was looking through my bookmarks i hadn't realized literally like. half of my rec list was written by joshriku AJLVKEJALK BUT THEM'S THE WORKS i owe them my life for getting charles and erik's voices, thoughts, and actions down so wonderfully. i hadn't read Number 5 in a while and i'm grateful for the excuse to do so: it's probably my favorite of their works that i have listed here, so if you read any of these fics i greatly suggest that one

if you read any of these at all tho i hope you enjoy them !!

[holopossums]

There's a lot of very emotional scenes in the ROTTMNT movie, for sure. But one of my personal favorites is the silhouette of Casey Jr. as he is slumped forward on the ground, Leo's lost katana cradled to his forehead.

Like wow. This is a powerful shot. You don't have to see his face to know he is full-on weeping, his posture says it all. It's panned out to show the crumbled city landscape and it dwarfs Casey, giving a sense of just how small and helpless he feels. Casey's form also blends in with the dark foreground, giving the impression to me that he feels he might as well lie down on the ground and give up.

Of course, he doesn't really end up losing present Leo, and everything turns out alright in the end. But in this moment, it's the emotions of losing the one he loves and most admires all over again that just yanks your heart out.

This shot looks like what grief and brokenness feels like. I think it resonates with anyone who's ever lost someone close to them. And I love it for that.

[thedrotter]

comparison!! yuu as I drew him in 2024, february 5th; and this panel from my latest post that just so happened to be drawn in february 5th 2025...

it has been a full year since i started to draw re:kinder like crazy www when drawing yuu i'd always reference one of my own drawings of him for consistency, yet even the way i draw him changed quite a lot www

but im very happy with it😊😊 thought id share this since im amused by the evolution of it

[manofthepipis]

Random question that’s answer is probably very obvious, but I’ll ask it just in case:

What kind of magic does each Addison specialize in, and what do they visually look like? I remember them being used in the big Spamton NEO fight in the last few chapters, but I was wondering if it could be a bit clarified?

Like, does Click’s magic just look like a Cursor, or is it more complex?

(Also, sorry if the question’s worded weirdly, I didn’t really know how to phrase it)

it's all good! i honestly had to go back to even remember what id written for that chapter just to regain my thoughts on their attacks lol

so i thoughtd id put a fun spin on some different types of advertising as if the addisons were enemies in the deltarune universe! their attacks are meant to be visualized in the deltarune fighting format, with bullets relating to their forms of advertising.

Clicks has a variation of cursors, based on clickable product advertisements that show up on webpages, whether that be pointer fingers or simple arrows, Banner has banner ads (which i imagined like literal fabric banners with some sort of advertising on them), Survey has poll-based advertising, which can be bullets of "most likely-least likely" (or whatever poll options they summon) being used as attacks, Sponsor is those ads that shows you sponsored items that pop up first in your search engine, and he doubles as sponsor ads in internet videos, the attacks being video shields or computerized reinterpretations of random items he's had lightners search in the past. Spam's used to be mail projectiles, but he doesn't use them anymore, with the exception of being Neo.

Like if you were in the game and had to fight an army of these particular addisons, you'd be met with a deltarune-style battle of cursors, banners, polling options, and random items from the light world's town. Maybe some coupons here and there. It'd be the reverse of spamton's battle, in where you actually have to buy things to spare them.

[seriousbrat]

I'm trying to rename a house-elf character and having a little trouble so I'm going to crowdsource opinions! She's sensible, neat, dutiful, quiet, proud to serve her (awful) family, but somewhat skittish and nervous. She wears a little mophead as a dress if that helps lol.

Feel free to suggest even if you picked one! I wanted something ending in -er so that Kreacher isn't the only elf whose name doesn't end in -y. Her original name was Patter hence why most of these end in -tter.

Here are house-elf names I've already used, so I don't want anything too similar to an existing name but something that still follows conventions:

Mine: Crumbly, Tiskey, Taffy, Kreaky Original: Winky, Dobby, Kreacher, Hokey

[sepiasys]

Oh, before I forget

I (🦊) tried to like. Headspace shit. And I ask 👑 stuff bc we're all so obsessed with him ig 🙄 (He honestly stands out the most, even tho he like. Never or rarely fronts.)(It's cuz he's british /t /j)

But yeah I asked him smth and he like. Bro did a shush gesture. I dont even remember what I asked??? But it was smth when we were gonna ask if he wanted out, like. Try and TALK and see if he was interested in fronting (since everyone wants him out 🙄). But yeah no.

This version we have in our head just likes to be a cheeky bastard sometimes ig =_= Even tho most of the time he. Like... isn't.

Also thinking about if we tried to use music as a trigger for him (which like doesnt work), it would have to be something at a slower pace, lower bpm or smth. Most of us can't rlly handle anything slow though. Probably related to adhd or some shit idfk

Idk man.

[seventeendeer]

as a fat person who's always clamoring for more interesting fat characters in media, I honestly think one of my all-time favorite depictions of a fat character is Jumba from the original Lilo and Stitch - both visually and personality wise

from a design perspective, even though he's an alien, he has so many little anatomy quirks that make him a more believable fat character than many fat human designs in other media. I love the realistic sag and layering of the fat on his arms, the lack of neck definition, the rim of chub around his face and upper back, the way his back is rounded. his clothes pull taut and pinch in anatomically accurate places (e.g. shoulders are firmer = smoother outlines, the sides and back are squishier = bumpier outlines).

and he's stylized so well! all these great details boiled down to some simple shapes and pen strokes. IMO the Lilo and Stitch art style is extremely appealing - it's warm and clean and visually pleasing, but every character is super unique. Jumba isn't supposed to be pretty, but even though he's a very large, very fat, bald older guy who spends most of the movie in crop tops, the way he's stylized and staged makes it clear the audience is supposed to find him interesting to look at, and variably intimidating/cool/powerful/capable. he's often funny, but the physical aspect of his comedy is derived from being so hefty the other characters struggle to prevent him from barreling ahead and doing whatever he wants; being fat makes him come off more in control of the funny situations he gets into, not less. also, because the art style is what it is, a lot of his character acting also just makes him look kind of cute ... though that's universal across the cast

I also really like the fact that his size clearly gives him both realistic advantages and realistic disadvantages. along with having a stronger sense of agency in the comedic scenes, his size in combination with his impulsivity also makes him a more intimidating antagonist. you never know what he's going to do, and his size makes it difficult for other characters to stop him when he's made up his mind. at the same time, it seems to take him longer to catch his breath, he sometimes grunts when moving around a lot to imply it takes more effort, and he clearly struggled to find clothes that fit him when putting together his disguise. I think it's awesome that the character's size impacts how he interacts with the world so much, and again, in relatable ways

and personality wise, it is ALWAYS great to see fat characters portrayed as intelligent - not only is Jumba an accomplished scientist, he's also crafty and witty! a few quiet scenes imply a philosophical side, as he ponders on Stitch's existence and feelings as a living weapon. with Stitch explicitly being made in his own image to an extent, I'd argue there's even room to interpret some of the things he says about Stitch being hints to how he sees himself; we never learn much about Jumba's past, but it's clear he's a social misfit and strongly defiant. I don't think it's a stretch to assume some of what he said to Stitch about being a monster who can never belong anywhere was intended to read as projection (which makes it all the more heartwarming when both of them find a place to belong on Earth)

it's also a nice twist that toward the end, Jumba is the one who is unexpectedly compassionate toward Nani, while Pleakley tries to urge him to ignore her. again alluding to a level of emotional depth and intelligence that is often missing from even well-intentioned depictions of fat people. his character isn't even fully explored, and yet he's one of the most dynamic and interesting supporting characters in a movie full of fantastic characters. the audience is expected to find him fascinating and even sort of mysterious, and he is!

the sequels and spinoffs were more merchandise-driven franchise fluff for kids than the artsy direction of the original movie, but even so, I remember Jumba went on to become Lilo's lovable, amoral uncle figure, which I also thought was so fun as a kid. I love that they committed to the fact that he was more caring and compassionate than he seemed. not only was he a cool evil mad scientist character, but he was also eventually ... a friend ...

and he was even gay

[cloverapple]

How To Finally Shift If You’ve Been Trying For 2+ Years

⚠️ Little warning before we begin: don’t get scared off! I might sound a little negative at first, but that’s not the point of this post. My goal is for you to reach the end of this and think “Oh, I’m definitely going to shift to my DR now!”

Having said that:

If you’ve been on your shifting journey for two or more years, doing methods, reprogramming your mind, consuming advice, maintaining a mental diet, manifesting, forcing assumptions, trying to create assumptions, etc, etc⏤and you still haven’t shifted your awareness to your DR, maybe it’s time to stop trying to make yourself shift.

Stop trying to shift.

Stop trying to trigger a shift.

Maybe the thing you need at this point in your journey is to stop trying to make yourself shift.

And I’ll explain why by asking you a question:

In these two, three, four, however many years of effort, don’t you think you would have shifted by now?

Think about it. You’ve oversaturated your mind with the intention to shift. You do all your methods correctly. You try to convince yourself that you're already in your DR. You feel symptoms. Sometimes you even "mini shift." And yet… you're still here. Doing the same things. Searching for advice that leads you right back to doing the same thing:

Trying to shift. Trying to trigger a shift. Trying to shift your awareness.

Trying.

Trying confidently.

Trying hopelessly.

Trying angrily.

…Trying.

If you were going to shift by inducing a shift, triggering a shift, or successfully shifting with a method, it would have happened by now.

“But Clover, I still have a lot of soul-searching and work to do! I just need to put in more effort!”

Awesome! Then click away, because this advice isn’t for you. I’m not talking to you.

I’m talking to the person who is tired. Who is drained. Who, despite applying all the sage advice on the internet, is just burnt out from the process of shifting.

And if that sounds like you, let me repeat: Maybe you need to stop actively trying to shift.

Your work is done. And that’s a good thing.

You’ve spent years ingraining the idea of shifting into your subconscious. You’ve impressed the intention to shift so deeply that it’s already there. Congratulations! You did all the mental work. It’s done.

Your DR is already yours. You already have the ability to shift.

So stop trying to trigger it. Stop trying to make yourself shift.

Let go of the “making yourself shift” process.

“Oh my god, she’s going to tell me to take a break.”

LMAO you thought.

Yes, breaks are excellent. They help reset and recharge your mindset. I always encourage taking breaks if you need them. But let’s be honest. Sometimes, even the thought of taking a break feels just as mentally exhausting as staying on your shifting journey.

“Oh no, she’s going to tell me to do nothing at all.”

Once again, you thought.

Instead, you’re going to capitalize on the fact that you’ve already done all this work. The intention to shift is always, always, always in your mind. Your subconscious knows you want to shift. Just like it knows how to shift your awareness.

So, the next time you lay down to do your shifting process...

Instead of trying to shift…

Instead of trying to induce a shift, induce the void, or force an outcome…

Give yourself exactly what you want.

Give yourself the feeling of being in your DR.

Drop the conscious, active intention to shift because your subconscious already has it covered. You don’t need to keep hammering it in. Instead, focus on inducing the emotions you would feel if you were in your DR.

Imagine waking up in your DR. Imagine being there. Imagine spending time with your DR friends, your S/O, whatever makes you happiest. Personally, I lean toward wake-up scenarios. You can listen to music, meditate, visualize, even do a shifting method if you enjoy it—but instead of doing it with the intention to shift, you’re doing it just to give your body and mind the feeling of being there. The happiness, the calm, the excitement, whatever it is for you.

This does not mean you’re lying there thinking, “Okay, this is going to make me shift.”

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Drop the idea of shifting entirely. That process is done.

And I’ll say it one more time:

If you were going to shift by inducing a shift, making yourself shift, or triggering a shift, it would have happened already.

So let it go. Drop it.

Induce the emotions of being in your DR, and then let go. Once you do that, go to sleep. Or go about your day. That’s it.

So why does this actually make you shift?

Because feeling is the language of the subconscious.

Think about it: The moments in your life that shaped you the most weren’t just things you thought. They were things you felt deeply. Joy, fear, excitement, grief. Emotions imprint on the subconscious. That’s why certain smells, songs, or places instantly bring back vivid memories. Because your subconscious records experiences based on emotions, not logic.

So when you stop trying to shift and instead just focus on feeling like you’re in your DR, your subconscious responds by aligning your awareness to match that emotional state.

Because to the subconscious, there’s no difference between imagination and reality. When you visualize something vividly enough, your brain fires the same neurons as if you were actually experiencing it. Athletes use this trick to enhance performance. Musicians use it to refine their skills. And guess what? It works for shifting too.

When you let go of the effort and just immerse yourself in the emotions of already being there, you bypass the resistance that trying creates.

And that’s when the shift happens.

It happens because you stopped forcing it.

It happens because your subconscious already knows how to shift, you just needed to get out of its way.

So, again, drop the struggle. Drop the effort. Stop trying to shift.

The more precise or perfect you want the shift to be, the more pressure you put on yourself. Your brain rebels against that because rigid control drains energy.

Remember this:

High Emotion + Low Attachment = Flow.

When you feel something strongly but aren’t clinging to the result, your subconscious has room to act. This is why sometimes, when you care less or focus on something in a passing, emotional way, it manifests easily.

This is why people can give up on shifting entirely and shift. This is why people let go of the need to shift and shift. This is why you shift without meaning to.

You: “No, I can’t do this! I need to keep trying to shift or else my subconscious will think I don’t want to shift anymore!”

Me:

*As always, take what resonates, discard what doesn’t, because we’re all different people who need to hear different things :)