#does this need a tw?

[canines-crown]

Me:

Yeah being deathkin is a really calming experience for me, it makes me feel connected to nature in this soft, melancholic way, and I really don't feel scary or violent because of it 🌹🤍🦴💫

Also me expressing that identity through art:

[minced-mangoes]

I am in love with the concept of the demons in the devildom having to shed their horns, as well as possible shedding of fur, feathers, scales, or skin. With this we have to assume the demon's horns align closer to antlers than actual horns, since horns don't shed, but antlers do. Either way these are magical creatures so fuck logic. I can do what I want. Maybe they don't actually fall off, but instead shed a layer of keratin, keeping the horns shiny, strong, and unmarred. For some demons this shedding is easier, like for Lucifer and Diavolo's horns. However, with demons like Mammon and Barbatos, the details on the horn make it much harder to come off, often needing assistance.

The shed keratin from demon's horns can be used for other things, typically the creation of beauty products, and demons can get good grimm for handing in shed horn layers. I also think Satan will have to do this with his tail.

Now, the feathered demons tend to have the problem of occasional molting, and losing feathers. I'd also imagine they'd have to spend a lot of time preening and plucking their wings. Lucifer might need your help pulling a blood feather or two. Help him, please. Fur. I'm mostly thinking Belphie here. He sheds. Everywhere. Usually Beel helps by brushing out his fur, but you can definitely assist as well, it's lot of fur and four hands are better than two. Scales, this is for Levi. Please help him shed. It's not comfortable and he can't pay attention to his games if his scales have a layer peeling off. Dunk him in water, get him some nice rocks to rub up against, and peel off anything that gets really stuck. He'll be smooth, shiny, and happy afterwards.

And for the demons with wings that aren't feathered? I assume they'd need to be cared for as well. The thin wing membrane will need moisturizing. For the bug demons? help them shed their exoskeletons. I'm thinking specifically Beel and Asmo here. Yes, I headcanon they have to shed like bugs. Beel not as much, since he's a fly, but Asmo's sin animal is a scorpion, he's gonna need to get rid of that old exoskeleton as he grows. Also he comes out so much shinier and more beautiful! You gotta help him be as gorgeous as he can be!

All and all demon forms need a lot of maintenance. But that's okay, you're there to assist. Hey, maybe this will help you bond. And when you need a little help with caring for yourself, your demons will repay your kindness. ~~~ Tomi here! I take requests via my ask box! Please PLEASE PLEASE drop ideas or just things you want me to talk about there or in my comments,,, I eat stuff like that for lunch,,,

[atlasmoonglade]

[harvesterhexenon]

Al, play ‘Obsessed’ by Mariah Carey

[nekomaniatic]

Oh boy, at least they won at the end lol

[birdmadboyy]

my idea for dark forest paradiseskies!!!!!!

shes a sort of angler fish thing, because what's farther from the sky than one of the deepest parts of the ocean?

she swims through the df, endlessly searching for anyone, anything.

her light is made to attract the poor souls who might stumble across her ghost In the real world, as if to say, "yes, this is the light, this is the light of starclan" and than they get tricked lmaooo.

(character belongs to @aphidclan-clangen !!!)

[misc-obeyme]

I was writing a serious scene when I accidentally typed House of Lamination.

Now I can't stop thinking about some poor human getting stuck in a lamination machine and getting laminated to death.

[thearomanticcactus]

So....

would fucking Nezu be beastiality?

[arthur-lesters-real-gf]

"Take this. It's very pretty, trust me." Just SCREAMS "This is my favorite item and im giving it to you because youre special and I want to be closer to you." especially knowing there was a chance he might stab himself with it. The obsession with a scar on his favorite human caused by his favorite dagger.

[sikurasha]

Cat got your tongue?

Anyway hello

[cinbian]

Miku…..sombie

[oddball-n-the-dolls]

“Pleasant Company OOAK Mollipede Doll”

Pictures from the listing:

[getuponethme]

acid reflux is diabolical

[iamshmolphrog]

It's sunday! you made it through another week! time to post cowboy crab!

there he is! this rootin tootin bad guy shootin crustacean thinks you're doing great! have a wonderful week my darling crab enjoyers

(tag your mutals to spread the joy of cowboy crab @magical-bear-dubin @snailcheeserulz @a-mushroom-wizard)

[velvetheist]

Not Her, but You

First actual post here. I definitely will be making more one-shots for each character. If you have any requests, please feel free to let me know. Or you can criticize if you feel tangy enough. Both are good. 👍

Bruno Mars was on loop the whole time making this, by the way.

It had been a few months since you and Lupin had made it official. The chemistry between you was undeniable—unstoppable, even. Things between you had been great—exciting, thrilling, and yet stable. Your relationship had grown in unexpected ways, with each passing day only solidifying the bond you shared. You had never imagined yourself dating someone any time soon, much less with someone like Lupin. However, the longer you two spent together, the more you found yourself drawn to him. His charm, his wit, the way he always seemed to be in control—it all worked, and it had found a rhythm, a kind of balance, that neither you two had experienced before.

You had always known that Lupin’s past was full of adventure, romance, and past relationships. But nothing could have prepared you for the conversation Jigen and Goemon were having late at night. You had left the room you shared with Lupin, sneeking past both of them trying to grab a glass of water. Somehow you were able to bypass them without them knowing you had entered. They had been sitting on a couch in an old cabin, talking about Lupin’s past heists, when they started sharing stories about his ex-lover, Fujiko. The way they spoke of her, the admiration Lupin had for her, the laughter, the moments of tension—it all seemed so vivid to them, so important to Lupin. It wasn’t just stories of their past; it was as if they were remembering an era in time that was special.

“Man, I can’t believe Lupin finally moved on from Fujiko.” Jigen had remarked with a cigarette in his mouth.

Goemon, ever the stoic one, had only nodded. “Yeah, I thought for sure he’d be chasing after her forever. You know how much she meant to him.”

Jigen leaned back on the couch, a chuckle escaping his lips. “Yeah, I remember the times. All the crazy things he did to impress her. Like that time he… what was it again? Stole the crown jewels of Monaco just to win her favor?”

“Yeah, and the way she would toy with him,” Goemon added, a hint of amusement in his normally serious voice. “I think Lupin was more of a pawn in her games than anything else.”

You were frozen, your mind spinning with their words, the implications. You had known about Fujiko, of course—Lupin had never made a secret about this. You never had any problems the days she showed up. She was definitely beautiful, a beauty any man or woman admires. She was surprising kind towards you as well. You had seen the way she talked towards the others and it was not nearly as close to the way she was with you.

It had taken Jigen a couple of days to get familiar with you and Goemon just a few more. They had honestly thought you were just some sort of fling that would last for a week. Someone Lupin would try to impress and spoil. As you appeared more every week, the more they realized how serious Lupin was with you.

You had always known Lupin had a complicated relationship with Fujiko, but hearing it from Jigen and Goemon and the stories they reminisced triggered a deep insecurity. Could you ever live up to the memory of someone so important to him? Were you just a distraction, a brief detour in his ongoing obsession with Fujiko?

You tried to brush it aside, but the seed of insecurity had been planted. Fujiko was more than a rival; she was the one Lupin couldn’t quit, no matter how many times she played him, betrayed him, or left him. You couldn’t escape the feeling that, in Lupin’s heart, she would always be a shadow—someone he would never truly forget. You quickly left and walked back to the bedroom, not realizing that Jigen and Goemon had been talking about how different, yet honorable you were rather than Lupin's past taste in women.

For the first few days, you found yourself avoided Lupin’s gaze. Other moments, you kept your distance with him, making sure you were at least a few feet away from Lupin. As the days went by, you had become increasingly distant. You would make excuses to avoid Lupin. You had made the excuse saying you weren’t feeling well. He responded saying he would gladly take care of you. You panicked and said that you had something worse than just a stomach bug and it was best to distance yourself for now. You packed your essentials with some cash and decided to check in to a hotel for now. Lupin decided to visit you regardless. When he had arrived to your house, you were no where to be found. He knew there was something up with you now.

He had never been particularly serious about anyone before—at least, not in the way he was with you. He was certain that his feelings for you were genuine and not some sort of lust driven craziness. But now, with you pulling away, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was something he wasn’t seeing. Lupin decided to take matters in his own hands.

A week had passed since and he decided to call you to take you out to dinner. You had made another excuse saying your friend got injured in a severe accident and needed help. Little to your knowledge, the whole phone call had been a set up. With the help of Jigen, he was able to track down the location of your phone with just one call. Lupin wasted no time and rushed over to your location.

It didn’t take him long to arrive at the hotel you were currently staying. He approached the door and knocked. His knock was firm, but not aggressive. A few moments passed before the door swung open. You stood there, eyes wide, surprised to see him standing there with a grin. “Did someone call for room service?” He said teasingly.

“What are you doing here, Lupin?” Your voice was cautious, guarded. Lupin stepped inside the room and inspected it. There had been a few tissues on the ground. The bed was undone and the curtains almost covered the window, making the room slightly dim. Something that caught his eye was the giant bottle of liquor sitting on the nightstand. It was nearly finished. Something was definitely up and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

“I think you know why I’m here,” Lupin said, his voice laced with determination. You closed the door behind you. He turned around to look at you. Your face was slightly flushed. You weren't sure if it was because you had been caught red-handed or if the alcohol was slowly kicking in. His brows furrowed. “You're making excuses every time I try to see you.”

Your stomach twisted as your eyes flicked away from his. You didn’t want to admit the truth and confront your insecurities. You bit your lip, shifting on your feet. “No, I’ve just been... feeling under the weather,” you said weakly, hoping he’d drop it.

But Lupin wasn’t fooled. He placed his hands inside the pocket of his dress pants, standing his ground. “If pops ever caught you, he could easily see through the lies you make when being interrogated. There’s something you aren’t telling me and I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s really going on.”

You hesitated. You didn’t want to tell him what had been bothering you, but the weight of the truth was already pulling you down. You were unsure of how to explain the knot of insecurity twisting in your chest. You wanted to say something, anything, to make sense of what you were feeling. You took a deep breath and looked away, not wanting to see his reaction. “It’s just... you and Fujiko,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lupin’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Fujiko?”

You nodded, your insecurity growing. “You and her... you were so... close. I just—” Your voice trembled as you spoke. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol that helped you open up so easily or the bottled up emotions that were hidden for so long. “I know you and her had something. You were... close. I can’t help but feel like I’m just... not enough. I feel like a distraction for you, Lupin.”  

Lupin’s eyes softened with understanding. His puzzled look slowly vanishing as you spoke. He hadn’t seen this side of you before—this vulnerability, this quiet fear that you would never measure up. He took your hand, his thumb brushing the back of your palm. “You are no Fujiko, I’ll tell you that.” You felt your heart squeeze as you heard those words come out of his mouth. “You two are complete opposites, like Fire and Water. Sure the fire can be hot to the touch and mesmerizing to look at, but I think the water is mesmerizing to look at as well and doesn’t cause chaos wherever it goes.”

“Gee, thanks for that comparison.” You pulled away from his grip and walked over to your bed, sitting on the edge. Lupin followed and sat right next to you. “I just... I don’t feel like I can compare to her. Hell, I am not like her. I’m not... as clever as she is, or as beautiful... I’m just... not enough.”

You continued to rant to him about your insecurities. Lupin sat there as your words were sinking in. He never knew how badly it had affected you. He was very observant about every little detail that came his way. Why couldn’t he have seen the signs before? His only conclusion was that he was too preoccupied these past weeks to see and plan the next big heist.

Lupin was silent before he reached out for your hand again, gently pulling it toward him. His touch was warm, tender, as if trying to reassure you without words. But he didn’t speak. Instead, he leaned in and kissed the back of your hand, letting his lips linger on your soft skin. He felt the tremor in your hand, the uncertainty running through you.

He continued to kiss your hand softly over and over again. You immediately stopped talking as you looked at his gesture. You raised your eyebrow in confusion. “What are you doing?” You asked as you pulled your hand away from him again.

“Reassuring you.” He replied to your question. He grabbed your hand once more and placed a kiss on your palm, holding it there for a moment. He could feel your pulse racing under his lips.

“I’m not like her,” You sighed, your frustration bubbling. You felt as if Lupin wasn’t taking it seriously. “I’m not as clever, as beautiful, as... unforgettable as she is. I can’t compete with that, not even that close.” You spat, your voice filled with bitterness. Lupin started to trail kisses up your arm all the way to your shoulders. 

Lupin was determined to show you how wrong you were, began kissing your collarbone, his lips grazing across your skin. He moved further up and lifted your chin. He started trailing kisses over your neck and towards your jaw. You started to get irritated and placed your hands on his shoulders trying to push him away. “Stop it, Lupin. I need you to listen to me.”

He placed kiss on your forehead, in between your eyebrows, then your nose. “How about you don't focus on her? Focus on us, on right now.” He kissed your cheek, your other cheek, then your chin. Each kiss was a promise to him, a reassurance that you were the only one in his heart.

“I can't,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I just-“ Lupin didn’t let you finish as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. You were caught off guard by this. Lupin always managed to catch you off guard no matter what. His lips brushed against yours with such care. It was soft and tender, as if he wanted you to open up. You were hesitant, but gave in to the kiss slowly. You pulled away a bit after. “Lupin, I need to—”

His lips came down on yours again, this time slow and deliberate. His tongue tracing the line of your bottom lip before slipping past it. You gasped, the sensation of his tongue against yours sending a rush of heat through your body. Your hands grasped his shoulders, pulling him closer, but at the same time, your mind screamed at to say something—to stop this before it went too far.

“Lupin, stop... I’m trying to—”You tried to pull away. Your frustration rising each second, but so did a strange thrill. “Lupin, I—” But Lupin was already kissing you again, his mouth firm, overpowering yours. You tried to push him away, but it was no use.

Your hands instinctively pushed against his chest, but Lupin wasn’t giving you space. His hands slid around your waist, pushing you down on the bed slowly. He didn’t break the connection as he towered over you, placing his legs on each side, pinning you in place. “I’m going to kiss you until you can't think anymore.” He said with a grin. 

“Lupin, I’m serious!” You tried to pushed him again, but your words were lost in a fierce kiss. Each kiss he gave you, felt more demanding than the previous one. Your frustration mixed with something else.

You were annoyed—annoyed that he kept interrupting you, annoyed that he wasn’t letting you say what was on your mind. But there was also something irresistibly endearing about it. Lupin wasn’t giving you the chance to doubt, to voice your insecurities. He was showing you instead—showing you just how much he loves and cares about you.

He grinned into your mouth, that devilish spark in his eyes. “I don’t think you are. I think you just want me to kiss you.” His voice was low, teasing, as if he knew exactly what was going on in your mind. Another kiss, this one softer, as he nipped at your bottom lip before pulling back just enough to smirk. He gave you that grin that made your heart do flips. His voice was full of that teasing charm that it made you weak in the knees every time. “I told you, I’m going to kiss you until you stop worrying about Fuji-cakes. Besides, I think it’s working, so why stop?”

You couldn’t help but laugh—a soft, breathless chuckle that escaped your lips. "You’re unbelievable," you muttered against his mouth, your hands now resting on his chest. You felt your body start to respond, the heat between you two rising with every second. Your breath coming faster as each kiss became deep. You couldn’t deny him anymore. The passion, the heat, the connection—it was undeniable and Lupin wasn’t planning on stopping.

Lupin simply grinned against your lips, his eyes glinting with mischief. “And you’re still talking," he whispered against your mouth, before kissing you again. His lips were softer now, almost teasing, like he was savoring the moment, drawing it out longer.

A smile was creeping onto your face as you fought to catch your breath. “I’m going to kill you for this,” you murmured, but your words were slurred.

Lupin smiled, his lips hovering just over yours, his voice barely above a whisper. “I doubt that because I know you’re enjoying this too much.”

His lips crashed against yours again, the kiss no longer soft or playful. The kiss grew more urgent, more desperate, more raw and full of hunger. It was if both of you were trying to make up for the lost time these past weeks. Lupin’s hands worked their way down to your hips. his touch possessive yet gentle, as though he were trying to tell you everything without saying a word. You responded in kind, your hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. You felt your frustration slip away as you gave up, your resistance crumbling in the face of his kiss.

For a moment, there was nothing else—no past, no insecurities, no ghosts of people who had come before. There was only the quiet, overwhelming presence of the person in front of you.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless, your faces inches apart, foreheads lightly resting against one another. Your chest rose and fell in quick succession, your heart racing as you tried to process the flood of emotions rushing through you.

Lupin’s eyes were soft, intense, his breath mingling with hers. “Y/n,” he said softly, his voice a low rasp, “you don’t have to be perfect. In fact, I happen to love just about every little thing about you. It's what really makes me crazy about you. I just need you to be here with me.”

You looked deep into his eyes. Lupin was a known to be a flirt everywhere he goes. He can say just about anything to get a woman's knees weak. When you had met Lupin, he tried every trick in the book to make you swoon. Some worked, others not so much. You would never admit it, but you did enjoy the attention he threw your way. However, what made you fall deep was how caring and loving he could be behind his ego and charm. Whether if it was in the moment or behind closed doors, he appreciated you like if you were on of rarest treasure in the planet.

And in that moment, you understood. It wasn’t about being anyone other than who you were. It wasn’t about competing with anyone from the past. It was about this—about what was happening now, between you. A connection that couldn’t be denied.

With a small, shaky breath, you leaned in again, this time with no hesitation. You had let yourself be pulled into the kiss, into the warmth of Lupin’s embrace, into the present. The world outside didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was this moment, this quiet, intimate space that had carved out for yourselves. He pulled away with a genuine smile on his face.

"How about I take you to that dinner I talked about earlier? You can get ready here and I will wait right here for you." Lupin commented as one of his hand reached over to play with your hair. "By the looks of your hair, I can tell you need a shower." He teased.

You smack his shoulder as you chuckled. When you had agreed, both of you got up from the bed. He strolled over to the couch in the corner of the hotel as you walked over to the closet and pulled out a towel. You headed towards the bathroom, only to turn around to look at him. You had a smile, but your eyes clearly hinted something more. "Join me?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

[hexolotl]