#dove tail construction

[raynaweber]

Kitchen Enclosed in Raleigh Example of a large trendy l-shaped light wood floor and brown floor enclosed kitchen design with an undermount sink, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, marble countertops, white backsplash, porcelain backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island and white countertops

[fanon-elio]

By your side.

Part 5

Summary: You are the CEO of a big company and hired Lycaon as your personal attendant, however it seems that your wolfish butler has developed a crush on you. So while you and him were on a business trip, both of you were forced to confront your growing feelings for eachother.

Tag: Red Letter (Nsfw)

Minors DNI

Pairing: Von Lycaon x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional and is not canon. You are responsible for the content you consume, so if the following warnings trigger you, you may read at your own risk.

Warnings: Smut, oral (giving+receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, unprotected sex, pinning, biting(like a lot), a bit possesiveness, mating press, breeding kink, creampie, multiple rounds, reader and lycaon are dirty minded, lycaon is a service top, mentions of blood, shower sex, some small fluff.

(Please inform me if I have forgotten any)

Other warnings: lowkey my first fanfiction, so bare with me here. (T^T)

This part is once again a bit longer than the others.

This fic contains a lot of scenarios written in Lycaons pov cuz i eat this shit up for breakfast

I apologize for any mistakes you may find. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Honestly i really gotta do some self-reflecting after this part. The fact that my mind was actually able to come up with something so grafic shocks me a bit.

Once again, this part contains explicit sexual themes. Minors DNI!!

Enjoy!

"Master, please allow me to make love to you" Lycaon was suprised by his own confidence.

He hoped he hadn't misjudged the situation. The seconds of silence between you two felt like hours, but he kept eye contact with you. Finally you spoke, barely above a whisper "please do" and he let out a sigh of relieve as he dove straight back to kissing you, unzipping your dress as he did so.

He felt immense satisfaction course through his veins like hot lava when he drank in the sight of you as his clawed fingers found the clasp of your bra. You put a hand on his shoulder, gently halting his actions, he looked concerned for a second, wondering if he had overstepped a line already "Is something the matter? We can stop if y-" he started but you interrupted him "no I want to continue it's just" you reached for his cheek again and he leaned into your touch "I just want to make sure this is what you want too, I don't wan't to preassure you into anything, to make you feel like you owe it to me" he chuckled as he gently grabbed your hand, slowly guiding it from his cheek down to his exposed chest.

His fur was as soft as silk as your fingers ran over his pecks, down to his abs, and stopped at his clothed crotch. You blushed as you felt his straining errection through his pants "I hope this is enough of an answer" he replied playfully, groaning as you gave his bulge a little squeeze.

He stood up suddenly, leaving you confused for a second, but when he pulled you to the edge of the sofa and got on his knees, his intentions became very clear to you. He hooked his fingers under the straps of your panties as he once again found your gaze, silently asking for permission to continue - to cross that line.

You nodded, and he pulled your panties off, gently spreading your legs. His mouth began to water when he looked at your pussy, his tail thumping against the ground to visualize his growing excitement as he licked your inner thigh. Slowly getting closer to where you needed him. You yelped a bit when he moved your legs up to your chest, gently holding them in place. Your eyes remained fixxed on him, shivering a bit when you felt his breath against your exposed sex.

He started slow, planting a tender kiss against your clit before licking a long stripe up your folds, immediately making you see stars, his groans of satisfaction turning you on even more. He circled your clit with his tongue before spredding your glistening folds, pushing his tongue inside. You let out a loud moan and it made his cock even harder as he ate you out like a beast starved, feeling the way your walls moved around his tongue. You tried to move your legs, wanting to wrap them around his face, but to no avail. There was no fighting his iron grip, all you could do was watch him as he tongue fucked you, sometimes pulling out to suck on your clit. He felt you twitch with every movement of his tongue inside your pussy, completely lost in the act of pleassuring you "Lycaon wait I'm close" you said but it didn't fully register to him. He pushed your legs down harder, practically immobilizing you as he picked up his pace.

He wanted you to cum, he wanted you to cum all over his tongue, he wanted to make you scream from pleassure. And so you did, as your orgasm hit you full force. You burried your fingers in Lycaon's hair, pulling him even closer to your pussy as he obidiently swallowed everything you gave him. You shook as he continued to lick your puffy folds, seemingly to pussy drunk to think straight "Lycaon wait" you almost sobbed, but he didn't seem to hear you, continuing to suck on your overstimulated clit. "its too much" you said, gently pulling on his hair to get his attention. Finally he seemed to return to reality, ceasing the assault on your poor cunt. "Apologies, it seems i got carried away" he responded and you pulled him up by his collar so he was ontop of you, crashing your lips against his and tasting the remnants of your climax on his tongue. "OK, your turn" you responded, motioning him to get up and sit down.

He felt nervousness bubble up again as you positioned yourself between his spread legs. His tail continued to thump excitedly against the sofa as you unbuckled his belt. "May I?" You ask and he swallowed "you may" he responded, giving you the permission you needed. You pulled his pants down, freeing his cock from its confines as it slapped against his lower abdomen. Your eyes widened as you took in his sheer size "please, don't force yourself to take it, i don't want you to hurt yourself" he replied, feeling a strange sense of pride as he watched you marvel at his cock. "Can I still try?" You asked him so innocently, carefully wrapping a hand around his shaft, and who was he to deny you what was yours "its all yours" he replied, gently caressing your head, hissing when your tongue made contact with the head of his cock. His gaze never left your form, carefully watching all of your movements as you tongue ran over his weeping tip. He let out a moan when you put it fully in your mouth, and that gave you the confidence boost you needed. Slowly you swallowed his full member, trying not to gag as he moved down your throat. Lycaon was in awe as he watched you, you actually managed to take him completely, his cock twitched in response to his suprise, and he thinks he has fallen even harder in love with you. Slowly you bopped you head, circling your tongue around his member "are you alright he asked?" Through heavy breathing "I'm ok don't worry" you replied and he gritted his teeth when you began pumping his cock with your hand. You knew he was close, and you were ready to get payback for earlier.

You picked up your pace, fondling his balls with one hand, while the other continued to stroke him as you sucked on the head of his cock. His moans got louder, and you could hear his claws tearing through the material of the sofa "wait master I'm- " he started, and you used the oppertunity to take the reigns "cum" you comanded and he threw his head back, obeying immediately. Thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock while you mercilessly continued to jerk him off, his moans only adding fuel to your fire. Slowly he came down from his orgasm, twitching a bit when you gave his cock an experimental squeeze, noting how hard he still was.

It seems your Wolf was not yet done for the night, the thought of which excited you.

He looked at you "how do you feel?" You asked him "amazing" he responded, still trying to catch his breath. You once again stradeled his lap, gently grinding on his still overstimulated cock. You yelped in suprise when he picked you up, carrying you bridal style to his bedroom. He carefully layed you down on the soft sheets before he got on top of you again. He looked at you with a pleading expression, and you raised an eyebrow. You knew exactly what he wanted, but you wanted to hear it out of his mouth "what do you need, tell me" you said, and he leaned foreward, whispering into your ear "please let me fuck you" you gripped the sheets as he gently nibbled on your ear. You summoned all the courage you could muster "go on then" you said, moving your head to the side to give him full access to your shoulder and neck. He looked at you for a moment, as if questioning if you ment what he was thinking. You gently carassed his jaw, cautiously sticking your thumb into his maw, tracing his bottom fangs as you confirmed his thoughts "make me yours."

It was as if a switch was turned in Lycaon's head as he once again pinned you down, licking over the tender flesh of your neck.

Words can't describe how badly he wanted this.

He carefully opened his mouth, and you shuddered when you felt his canines ghost over your skin, an apology left his lip before he dug them into your shoulder. You yelped as you felt him suck on your skin, the small sting of pain making you even more drenched than before. He licked over your fresh bite mark, the taste of iron strong on his tongue as he gently carassed your thigh as another small apology for biting you so hard. Even though he secretly hoped it would leave a permanent mark.

You got on your hands an knees as he carefully brought his cock to your pussy, his tip nudging at your entrance. Your hands twisted into the sheets in anticipation, something he seemed to notice "tell me if it hurts and I will stop immediately" he said and you nodded. Your mouth fell open as you felt him slowly penetrating you, inch by inch "half way in already, almost there" he spoke through gritted teeth, your pussy having his cock in a strangle hold already.

Finally he bottomed out inside you, hitting that spot that turned your vision to static. You felt so deliciously full, and were embarassed by how close you once again were, even though he just put it in. Lycaon, ever so attentive, seemed to realize without you having to voice it, keeping still to give you time to adjust to him. He felt like he was in heaven, your pussy felt so warm and soft around his throbbing member.

He wanted to make you cum on his cock, to pleasure you even better than earlier, better than how you've ever been pleasured before. He wanted to fuck you so good that you'd never desire anyone else but him.

You wiggled your hips, giving him the sign to start moving. Slowly he pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in, your eyes started to water at the corners. You couldn't believe your luck that this was actually happening, and neither could he.

Lycaon gently carassed your back as he picked up his pace a little. He reached one of his hands down, taking one of your breasts in his hand. He was messmerized by how soft it was as he started to play with your nipple. His hand continued to trail down your body, finding your clit as he rupped gentle circles against it. He stopped for a moment, carefully repositioning himself, as he pressed his chest to your back. He sucked on your other shoulder, finally giving you all the hickeys he wanted to give you for so long. He wanted to litter your body with hickeys, you'd look so pretty covered in them from head to toe.

He felt you clench around him, it seems you were getting close again. He picked up his pace again, the squelching sounds of your cunt filling the room, fully capturing his attention. Your grip on the sheets tightened "faster please, it feels so good" you called out to him, and he wouldn't make you ask twice "as you wish master." He laced his fingers with yours as he started plowing into you at a volatile pace, your voice filling the room as you screamed his name. He already loved the way it sounded on your tongue, but hearing you scream it drove him almost mad. "Your cock feels amazing oh my god!" You praised, and he felt your pussy squeeze his dick harder, you were about to cum. "Please bite me again" you pleaded brokenly, tilting your head to expose you other shoulder, and he obliged, plunging his teeth into your tender skin. His tail wagged violently as he thrived on you allowing him to freely mark you like this, mark you so everyone knew you belonged with him.

You brokenly cried out his name as you came again, soiling the bedsheets beneath you, and he halted his movement, moaning at how tightly your cunt was holding onto him as he gently rubbed your clit through your orgasm. Lapping on your shoulder, he waited for you to come down from your high before gently speaking up "are you ok? Do you need a break?" He asked you, carefully running his hands up and down your thigh "please don't stop, you haven't cum yet" you told him, you looked over your shoulder and met his gaze "fuck me more please" you asked him, and he smiled at you, pressing a loving kiss to your neck "anything for you master."

He pulled out of you and you wanted to object, but your words got stuck in your throat as he turned you on your back, and put you into a mating press before quickly entering you again "please scream my name some more" he asked politely before continuing his volatile pace. His cock was so deep inside you, you could feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix with every punishing yet delicious thrust. It almost made you go insane, it didn't take long until you came again. You screamed out his name again as you came on his cock, your release squirting out, and drenching him. You could hear his balls slapping your ass while he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, and the impossible tightness of your cunt, sloppily kissing you to swallow all of your noises. He broke the kiss, and licked the tears off your face, thinking how pretty you were even when you were completely fucked out.

Lycaon couldn't tolerate a mess, but he started to love making a mess out of you.

He buried his face in your neck again, feeling himself slowly getting closer to his own climax. He felt his balls tighten as he started to moan louder, notifying you that he was going to finish soon "please let me cum in you y/n" he pleaded, and you let out an especially loud moan after you heared him call you by your name "let me breed your pussy please" he pleaded again, burying his head in your neck, desperate to fill you to the brim with his seed. You crossed your legs behind his back just above the base of his tail, catching his attention before you whispered in his ear "breed me Lycaon" which completely send him over the edge. After a few final strong thrusts, he pressed his cock as deep inside you as he could, drowning your womb with his cum, as your Name kept falling from his lips like a sinful chant. You felt the warmth of his seed as he throbbed and pulsed inside you. Your gaze landed on the Wolf thiren above you, mesmerized by his expression, by his half lidded eye, and his parted lips as he tried to catch his breath, revealing his pearl white fangs in a silent snarl. Clearly he enjoyed himself just as much if not even more than you did.

Lycaon himself was almost drooling from the sensation as he continued to pump his cum into your fluttering pussy. This was by far the most intense orgasm he has ever had in his entire life, nothing could ever compare to it. Especially not his hand when he would stroke himself to the thought of you underneath him like you were right now. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he came down from his high. You could feel his cock still throbbing inside your cunt, realizing that he was still painfully hard despite having cum twice already. He grabbed your hips before gently sitting both of you up, you brokenly moaned as his cock sank deeper inside you. You took in his disheveled appearence, it instantly reminded you of that night as you voiced out what you've been thinking the entire time "you're beautiful", your voice barely above a whisper. Lycaon let out a small whine as he started to slowly thrust up into you, kissing you apologetically as he tried to muffle your screams from being overstimulated. "I'm sorry, just one more load I promise" he told you, his cock squelching through the load he had already filled you with. He took one of your nipples in his fanged mouth, his canines gently tracing against the sensitive bud as he sucked on it "I'm close" you told him and he kissed you again. The kiss was sloppy and desperate, a mess of teeth and tongues as you both chased your final releases for the night. Your orgasm hit you like a truck, stronger than any other orgasm you had earlier, and you stopped thinking. Your head couldn't form a single coherent thought, and in the heat of the moment you opened your mouth, biting Lycaon's shoulder as hard as you could. It caught him off guard, and he grabbed your ass as he mercilessly impaled you on his length, his voice cutting through the fog in your mind as he repeated the same sentence over, and over "I love you y/n". Finally he let out a loud moan filling you once again to the brim with his release as you clamped down on his cock, milking him for all he's worth. But it was too much, and his cum slowly dripped out of your pussy as it ran down his pulsing shaft. Both of you breathed heavily as he looked at his shoulder, small red spots forming from your bite mark, and that was the moment he knew he had to marry you, no questions asked.

He gently layed your exhausted body down into the unsoiled sheets, wanting to get up in order to clean you both up, but you stopped him "stay" he turned his attention to you "we can clean up tomorrow" you said, your voice heavy with sleep, and exhaustion. He smiled lovingly, carefully lying down next to you as he pulled you into his soft embrace, his length however remained buried in you. He kissed your head, thanking you for letting him share this experience with you as the sensation of his soft fur slowly lulled you to sleep.

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Sunlight found its way through the parted curtains. Slowly your eyes cracked open, still heavy with sleep as your eyes fell on Lycaon, the Wolf thiren himself was still fast asleep. You reached a hand up, first caressing his cheek, and then slowly moving up to his ears, gently petting them, and gushing over how incredibly soft they were. You moved your hand to scratch behind his ear, and he let out a satisfied little grumble as his hold on you tightened ever so slightly. You heared his tail thumping against the mattress as you intently listened to the little sounds he made, only to be interupted by a familiar stretch as you felt his cock harden again. You stopped for a moment unsure of what to do now. You didn't want to wake him, he deserved his rest after how well he had fucked your brains out last night. Your hand ran down his chest again, gently groping his peck as you moved lower, letting your hands run over his defined abs. You bit your lip, slowly moving your hips while your hand continued to roam his body. You looked at his expression, noting how he furrowed his brow to the sensation of you fucking yourself on his morning wood. He moaned quietly as you tried to take him even deeper, moving your hand around to first run down his back, and then mischeviously grabbed a handfull of his ass.

You eyes fell on his eyepatch, and his muzzle, as you realized that he hadn't taken them off before he fell asleep. You couldn't help your curiousity from invading your mind, wanting to once again see him without them. Only this time you wanted to look at him properly. You pondered if you should ask him about it once he woke up, not realizing that the moment you thought about was just upon you. You halted your hip's movement when you felt his hand grab your thigh, gently kneading it "I wish you a good morning as well" he spoke, his voice low and filled with sleep. "M-morning" you said, feeling a tad bit embarassed that he had caught you red handed like this, even though you've been playing a risky game from the start, knowing that the sensation of your velvet walls could always break his slumber. "Sorry" you apologized, and he huffed feeling like teasing you a bit "what are you apologizing for master?" He asked, kissing you on the crown of your head. "You know... for..." you said, hoping he would understand what you ment without you having to voice it. But he deleberately played dumb, something you noticed "I'm sorry it seems I don't quite follow" he said, and you shot him a little glare "I'm sorry for... grinding myself on you" your face now almost the same shade of red as his eye. Truth is, he had been awake for much longer than you, silently admiring you. As he felt you fucking yourself on his dick, he had no intention of stopping you, why would he? You were just so precious.

He lifted your head with his fingers, kissing you deeply. You moaned as your tongue moved against his, wanting to continue grinding against him, but his firm grip stopped you. You hoped that he'd once again fuck you stupid like last night, the fire in your stomach igniting, and setting your nerves ablaze. But Lycaon had other plans, as he broke the kiss, and slowly unseathed himself, you moaned at the sudden feeling of emptiness. You made him aware of your discontent, wanting to keep going but he just smiled, and pressed another kiss to your head before he got out of bed.

He was teasing you, you knew it. Sure, you were suprised that he had it in him, but you also knew that this was a game both of you could play. He scratched the back of his neck as he made his way towards the bathroom, he turned his head wanting to give you another glance. Instead, stopping dead in his tracks as his eye fell between your thighs again. He watched as his cum began to slowly leak from your core, and he could feel a tinge of discontent shoot through his brain, a feeling he could neither describe nor pinpoint. Its supposed to stay inside, he thought as he watched you reach down to your pussy, scooping up his release on your fingers, and pushing them back inside your heat. His mouth watered again as he watched you finger yourself, while you watched his hand gently stroking his once again erect cock. Suddenly you stopped, and he fought with himself not to pummel you, but instead he cleared his throat, realizing that he had totally fallen for your trick. "We should get cleaned up" you said, closing your legs and breaking his trance "right" he responded shortly, making his way over to you "one moment I'll help you" he picked you up gently, carrying you to the adjacent bathroom.

He put you down on your wobbly legs, as you held onto the sink in order not to fall over. Unfortunately neither his nor your bathroom had a bathtub, both having admittedly very spacious showers instead. He turned the shower on, holding his hand under the water to set it to the right temperature, hoping that it wasn't to hot for you. Against popular beliefe, Lycaon very much enjoyed hot showers and baths in contrast to the Ice he operated with in combat. You watched him as he got on one knee, reaching out one of his hands for you to take, patting his left thigh with the other as a silent invitation for you to sit on it. The warm water, and Lycaon's hands felt good as he gently massaged your sore body "last night was beyond amazing" you spoke, leaning your head against his shoulder "I'm very glad you enjoyed it" he replied, and you could hear the smile on his face.

You once again noticed that, dispite being in the shower, he was still wearing his eyepatch and muzzle. "Can I ask you something" you started, running your hands up and down his soaked back "of course, anything" he replied, rubbing your bodywash on your back. "Can you take your those off?" You asked, running a finger over the leather of his muzzle. He halted his movement for a moment, and your heart hammered against your rip cage. "Of course you don't have to if you don't want to, I didn't mean to pry" you rambled, thinking that your curiousity had offended him. Lycaon however thought that it was now well enough time that he would show you, to place the same trust in you that you placed in him. He put a finger to your lips, gently shushing you before he sat you down in front of him. His fingers moved to undo the clasps of his eyepatch - to remove the last wall he had build up.

He put both to the side, now being fully exposed to you, not just physically, but also emotionally. "Just be warned that it is rather... unpleasant to look at" he said. You gently took his hand in yours as you looked at him "May I?" You asked, and he nodded, understanding what you ment "please do" he replied as you moved your hand towards his face, gently brushing his hair to the side to take a proper look at him.

His left eye was rendered shut indefinetly as it was covered by a giant scar, another smaller cross shaped scar having its place on his right, atop his muzzle. He studied your expression, trying to discipher it, as your fingers traced over his scars. Normally he would have recoiled, not even he himself touched it often, the memory of its creation still too painful for him to fully confront. But your touch felt... nice, very nice. His voice broke the silence as it bounced of the shower walls "I want to tell you about me" he started "I love you, and you deserve to know..." he carassed your cheek "...to know who I was." You stayed silent while you listened to him, rubbing soothing circles on his hand as he spoke. He told you about his criminal past as a thief for Mockingbird, his then partner, the betrayal, and about how he chose to leave this life behind to change for the better. His gaze wandered down to his legs, and he swallowed thickly. It has been a long while since he had last talked with someone about this part of him. "I- uh... in regards to my legs" he stammered, his discomfort about the topic clearly written across his face. You reached out to him, giving him a peck on his nose, the sudden act of affection making him halt his explination "I'm so proud of you" you said, caressing over the small scar on his muzzle "and I'm grateful for the trust you place in me, I swear I'll honor it" you place a hand on his mechanical knee, the water had made it warm to the touch compared to the metallic coldness it normally displayed "if you're not ready to talk about it yet, that's absolutely alright" his ears dropped a little in dissapointment, less towards you and more towards himself "I'm sorry" he said quietly but you just caringly shook your head "there is no need, I feel very happy that you told me about yourself" you replied, and leaned in close, letting your lips ghost over his "I love you too Lycaon" your lips connected with his, a kiss so gentle and so full of love Lycaon feels all his worries melt away in the warmth of the moment, and your affection. He deepened the kiss his tongue finding its way once again into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, a sound that he loved so much "you're eager" you said after breaking the kiss to catch your breath "is it alright if we continue where we last left of?" He asked, kneading your inner thigh with his hand. His cock once again stood at full attention, ready and eager to please you, just like him. You gently took his length in your hand, running your thumb over his, already precum leaking tip "i'd love to" you said giving it a few pumps "If you let me suck you off again" you told him, a mischievous smirk on your face, an expression he actually mirrors "if you let me eat you out again" he replies.

a few minutes later, Lycaon stood in the shower, leaning himself with his arm against the shower wall, shielding you from the downpour as you sucked on his cock. His free hand gently combed through your hair as your tongue ran over the head of his cock. He couldn't help but think of how you had sucked him off yesterday, the image of you taking his cock balls deep was still fresh, and remained so unbelievable hot to him. Would you do that again if he asked you? "Master wait a second" he placed a hand on the top of your head, gaining your attention "what's wrong?" You asked, and his hand returned to comb through your hair "everything is alright, I would just... like to try something if you're alright with that" you perked up at his proposal "absolutely! What did you have in mind" you asked him, teasingly slapping his dick against your cheek, enjoying his reaction as he watched you "can you do it like yesterday?" He asked, and you understood. Of course his reaction to you deepthroating him yesterday hadn't been lost on you, and you smiled up at him "of course" you said, rubing his stomach. Without further ado you took him back in your mouth, enjoying his moaning as you once again shoved his impressive length down your throat. You let out a little noise of surprise as he slowly started to move his hips back, and forth "I'm sorry, is this ok?" He asked, you giving him a playfull thumbs up as he gently facefucked you. He ever so slightly picked up his pace, and you knew he was gonna cum soon "I'm going to cum soon master" he warned you, originally wanting to pull out before he climaxed, but before he could you reached around him, grabbing the base of his tail. A little yelp escaped him as he looked down at you, understanding the look on your face instantly. He nodded in a little silent "ok" before he started moving again, his breathing becoming more rugged with every thrust "I'm coming" he said, flooding your mouth. He looked at you as you swallowed his load, completely starstruck and in awe.

You were beyond perfect.

He gently removed his still twitching member from your mouth, leaning down to capture you in a sloppy kiss. Tasting his release on your tongue just like you had done yesterday, and it drove him feral. "Your turn" He said, breaking the kiss, and made you stand up "wait, my legs are still weak" you said but he told you not to worry before he leaned you against the wall, putting your legs on either side of his head before diving between them without warning. He wasted no time lapping on your folds, and sucking on your clit, your moans only seeming to encourage him more. You were close, and grabbed a fistfull of his hair, grinding against him as you came closer, and closer to the edge. But before you could finish, he pulled away, giving your inner thigh a little bite. You looked down, making eyecontact with him. Originally you wanted to ask him why he stoped, but he spoke before you "please look at me when you cum" he said, licking your inner thigh. You nodded in agreement, and he dove back between your legs, continuing his assault. Finally you toppled over the edge as you came, once again grabbing a fistfull of his wet hair, grinding yourself against his face. You moaned loudly as you watched him swallow your release without breaking eyecontact. You let go of his hair, gently smoothing it down as a silent apology. He placed a small kiss against your clit, and you shuddered "May I continue please?" He asked you while he carassed your thighs "yes you may, but not in this position" you breathed out, and he obliged. Carefully laying you down in the shower. He gently took hold of your hips, elevating them to bring your pussy closer to his mouth before he started to once again pleasure you with it. In this lewd position you could see even more clearly what he did to you, as you watched him tonguefuck you again. Dispite all that, he kept eyecontact with you, gobbeling up all the expressions that your face made as he worked your body. You didn't last long "I-I'm gonna cum again!" You said, reaching for his hand to hold onto. He laced his fingers with yours as another orgasm hit you, some of your release dripping onto your chest. Lycaon carefully lowered your hips before getting on top of you. Your eyes remained fixed on him while he licked up the remnants of your cum from your titts, taking one of your nipples in his mouth to suck on it. He ran his tongue over your left nipple before he released it with a popp, and switched his attention to the other "do you wish to continue?" He asked, pumping his cock which you noticed "yes I do" you replied. He gave you a quick kiss before sitting back, making you straddle his lap, his cock twitching against your cunt "this way you can direct the pace" he told you. You grabbed behind you, taking his cock in your hand before guiding it to your entrance. Slowly you lowered yourself on him, his own eyes entranced by how your pussy swallowed his member "just a little bit more, you got this" he told you before your hips met his. His dick now fully sheathed inside you again.

You carefully started bouncing on his cock, holding onto his shoulders for support as you moaned in unison. You threw your head back in pleasure, and he found his attention once again drifting to your beautiful breasts. The way they bounced up and down seeming to hypnotize him, as he leaned foreward to once again suck on your left nipple, kneading the other one with his hand. Your pace slowly stagnated, and he looked up at you "do you need a break master?" He asked concerned, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath you took. You leaned foreward, brushing his hair to the side again before placing a gentle kiss on his scar "I ment what I said last night" you spoke through deep breaths "you're beautiful" you carassed his cheek, and he leaned into your touch. You then leaned foreward to whisper into his ear "so please, ravage me again like you did last night."

You yelped in surprise as Lycaon grabbed your ass before abruptly standing up, with you still impaled on his cock. He pressed you with your back against the shower wall, kissing your forehead before he spoke "your wish is my command" with that he fucked into you at a brutal, and demanding pace, the small drops of water that came out of the shower head bounced right off his back. "You make me feel so good, so happy" he babbled, already completely pussydrunk as he ground his cock against your cervix, wanting to make you scream his name again. And that you did, holding onto his shoulders for dear life, as if he would vanish if you let go. You burried your face in his neck, telling him over, and over how much you loved him, his tail wagging in pure ecstasy at your declaration. "I-I'm close, I'm close again!" You cried out to him "I'm close as well" he whsipered in your ear "do you want me to pull out?" He asked, licking over your neck, feeling how quick your pulse was "no, please don't pull out!" You said, his moaning getting louder at your pleading "please cum inside me again!" he picked up his pace even more, hammering his cock into you.

If you wanted him to fill you pretty pussy with his seed again, who was he to deny his perfect mate her wish.

He was ripped out of his thoughts by a familiar sensation on his shoulder, noticing you biting him again. His heart swelled at the act of you marking him - making him yours.

And this time he followed your lead, as he leaned in, and bit your shoulder again, his fangs punching right through your tender skin. The overwhelming satisfaction shooting like electric currents through his veins, as he fully indulged in his instincts. The little voice in his head repeating the same word over, and over.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

The sting of pain sending you over the edge, clawing you hands in the fur at the back of his neck as you clamped down on his dick. Lycaon moaned loudly, still needing a little push for his own climax. He felt his balls tighten again as he fucked you through your orgasm, finally arriving at his own. After one last final thrust, he fully burried his cock in you, filling your womb with pulse after pulse of warm cum. He felt a tad bit light headed as he kept filling you with so much cum, it oveflowed from your poor abused cunt and splashed against the tiles of the shower.

Both of you remained in this position for a while, breathing heavily while you slowly recovered from the intense orgasms that had ravaged your bodies. You held eachother close, as Lycaon ran his tongue over your bite mark, licking up the small pearls of red forming on it "I can't feel my legs" you chuckled, and he followed short. He slowly pulled out, sitting you down on the warm tiles of the shower before kneeling in front of you "I'm sorry, it seems I've bitten you to hard" he carefully ran his wet fingers over your wounded shoulder, still silently marveling at how it looked on you. You leaned your head against Lycaon's chest while he carefully cleaned you, apologetically kissing your bite mark. "Are you alright?" He asked you, his hand running up and down your back. More so to soothe his own concern. "It's quite alright" you respond, being cut off by the grumbling of your stomach "just very hungry" he chuckled again "I will prepare breakfast as soon as we're cleaned up."

After getting both of you, and the shower cleaned up, he turned off the water. He opened a window to rid the bathroom of the steam the hot shower had filled it with, wondering how much time had passed while you two had indulged in eachother. Looking around he noticed the small droplets of water clinging to the walls, the mirror, and the furniture. A small drop of water fell on his nose, sighing as he noticed the condensed water dripping from the ceiling lamp. He definetly had some cleaning to do before both of you departed tomorrow.

His eye fell on your tired form in his arms, and he smiled.

But that had time, right now he wanted to make sure you were alright. After drying both of you off he placed you back on the bed, scavenging the room for his boxers while you had once again drifted off to sleep. Lycaon made his way towards the living room to pick up his pants he had abandoned there yesterday, his eye falling on the stains on the sofa cushion, and the carpet. Those stains were by no means difficult to get rid off, the problem was the big claw shaped tear in it, the wadding starting to pool out of it. He cringed, running his hand through his hair as he wondered how he would explain the damage to the owner.

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Part 4 ->

To be continued ->

I hope you enjoyed this part. It was definetly shocking to me that my mind was able to come up with something so grafic, but life is to short to think about if something is cringe or not. Lastly I want to inform you that I'll probably close this Story off with a shorter epilogue. After that I will upload a masterlist with all parts on my Blog for easy accessibility. In the coming days I will inform you about the projects I have planned for the future. I hope you stay tuned for that.

-Elio

[eastwindmlk]

Last and probably my least favourite one! Day 31. Prompt accidental couples costume. Word count: 1015

The boy were ecstatic about their costumes, it was hilarious and clever and no one but they would know. Which they thought was only making thing better. Still basking in the victory of becoming Animagi, they collectively decided to dress up as each other.

To make things fair they’d drawn lots and went about collecting their costumes, most of the raided from trunks and laundry piles. There was some secret arts and crafts, some nifty transfiguration and just like that they were dressed as each other.

Remus had been mildly disappointed, though they’d all agreed that the rat was the worst costume to get. They’d teased him about the large ears the moment they appeared on his bedside table, a spell-o-tape and coloured paper construction.

Peter, in turn, was more than a little chuffed to be dressed as Sirius. The moment they’d drawn their names he dove into his head first. Even going as far as to make Sirius sit for some sketches before disappearing to the library for long enough all of them were worried. Only to emerge with a pair of enchanted ears that moved and a tail that wagged.

Frankly, all of them were impressed. Though not impressed enough for Sirius to lend him his favourite dragon hide boots.

Sirius worked smarter, not harder and transfigured some branches into antlers and called it a day. It wasn’t like anyone would be able to tell the difference between his and James’ clothes. The night of the party he fished James’ old frames out from the bottom of his trunk, one of the glasses already missing after a particularly rough quidditch game. It was perfect.

That left James, who had absconded a jumper quite early in the month and then got to work on transfiguring hair colour and growing out his sideburns. Something he considered keeping after Halloween since he thought he looked quite handsome with them.

He, just like Peter – Who was beside himself when James asked him, him, to explain the charm that he used for his tail and ears. - he managed to pull it off just in a nick of time. Only half an hour late to the party, he wandered down to find his friends.

The common room was packed and he found them around the same time that he found her. Now, he wouldn’t have thought much of things if Lily had not looked at him in shock and horror before pulling the red hood further over her face.

First, James simply assumed that this was just her being peeved at him for something. While they weren’t at each other’s throats the way they used to be. - Probably because he did not make a sport about getting into arguments with her. - They weren’t friends by any stretch of the imagination either.

It wasn’t until he was talking to Fiona, a third year who had tried out of the team but barely not made it, that her look, or rather glares, started to make sense. “Didn’t know you and Lily were that close?” she remarked, eyeing his flask of gin expectantly until he poured some into her pumpkin juice.

“What do you mean?” James asked curiously, tipping a little more into his own drink before practically sinking it. His eyes searching the crowd for the red hood.

Fiona laughed and elbowed him playfully. “Funny! You know, usually only couples do couple’s costumes,” she pointed out and he nearly choked on his drink.

“Couple’s costume?” James blinked at her.

The horror on his face clearly giving her pause before bursting out into a fit of giggles. “You didn’t? Little Red Riding Hood and Big Bad Wolf? Really? That’s not a wizard story then?” He shook his head in response. “Well, you could have fooled me.”

Which was precisely what Lily thought too when she followed after him when he and Sirius disappeared through the portrait hole for a fag. Her cheap boots clacking loud against the flagstones as she shouted for him. "Potter?"

The two boys paused and Sirius nudged James with an encouraging grin. "Look who's coming round! Go them 'em, wolf boy," he teased before giving him a shove in the right direction.

The moment James stepped closer, he knew something was off. She did not look happy, actually her narrowed eyed and splotchy cheek were big warning signs. Like the ocean retreating from the beach before a tsunami.

Still, he lifted one hand and smirked at the redhead. "All right, Evans? Couldn't wait to get me alone, could you?"

She did not dignify him with an answer and instead crossed her arms over her chest, defensive now. "Did you know? You did, didn't you?" she accused.

James stood there, gobsmacked before managing to croak out the words. "Sorry, what?" Taking off his glasses to polish them on the edge of his jumper. An excuse to not look at her fuming for a moment.

"You somehow worked out my costume and decided to do-" Instead of finishing her sentence she flung her hands out at him and wildly gestured at him. "That!"

He knew he shouldn't laugh and he managed to swallow most of it, only letting a short burst escape before reigning himself in. "I hate to break it to you, Evans but you didn't even cross my mind when we chose this," he informed her smugly, bristling just a little to rub it in.

Lily sputtered and huffed before stomping her foot. "Bullshit!" she exclaimed and turned her face away from him. Almost like she couldn't even stand to look at him. He'd have taken offence if it had not been for the bright red colour of her cheeks. "What are you even supposed to be?"

"I'll let you work that one out for yourself, Little Red," he taunted and rolled his shoulders back. "But who knows, if you ask me nicely I might be your big bad wolf next year." And with that he tuned on his heel and walked away. Though, he hoped that Sirius had caught her expression for him.

[dawnthefox24]

Yup its that time of year for me...I'm not artist but I decided to make an Ace attorney AU

Basically its a wing AU called Birdcage.

so Far the plot is still under construction, though all the characters have bird traits too them. Even if their hybrids they still have some parts of it like for example 50% owl and 30% peacock.

So far what I have down is there are two types of people in my AU people who are grounders(no wings) and people who are fliers (with wings)

So far here's the list of who has wings

Phoenix Wright~ (Phoenix)Fire bird wings(Rare)

Maya Fey~Crow wings

Mia Fey~Crow wings

Pearl~Sparrow wings/Crow wings(hybrid)

Miles Edgeworth~(Grey)Dove wings/ Snowy Owl wings(hybrid)

Franziska von karma~(Silver) Pheasant wings/Royal-Regal Pigeon wings(hybrid)

Manfred von karma~ (Silver) Pheasant wings

Apollo Justice~Red tailed Hawk wings

Klavier Gavin~Eurasian Eagle-Owl wings/Ural Owl wings(hybrid)

Kristoph Gavin~Eurasian Eagle-Owl wings/Ural Owl wings(hybrid)

Trucy Wright~Oriental turtle dove wings

Detective "Dick" Gumshoe~Raven wings

Wendy Oldbag~Bluejay wings

Dahliha Hawthorne~Mocking Jay wings

Iris Hawthorne~ Mocking Jay wings

Simon Blackquill~Falcon/Hawk wings(hybrid)

Athena Cykes~ Harpy Eagle wings

Larry Butz~Brown-Eared Bulbul wings

This is what I have so far at this point in time but there's more on the way and my hands are seriously killing me at this point which how everything is going to come out of this AU, though I might write it when I have time.

[theone-with-thestuff]

Power Rangers: Zeo💠

Hey guys! Here's an awesome new series of commissions made by the super talented @artandfail showing what I think could have been the 2017 movie sequels!

Following Zedd's attack and the Rangers separating, a new threat rises from the wreckage of the destroyed alien main ship. Capturing civilians and building an unknown structure. What is this new enemy's goal? And without the Rangers, who will be able to stop them?

We now get to the next part of Tomi's story! Where she has to take up the mantle of Red Ranger and train a whole new team to become Rangers after the previous team separated following their losses and sacrifices.

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In the aftermath of Lord Zedd's invasion, the loss of their friend and losing their ability to morph, the once proud Rangers have disbanded.

Zack has decided to leave with his mom for a new city to focus on her health and treating her long-term illness.

Jason and Kim, grieving and in need of a fresh start, applied and were accepted to a college far from Angel Grove.

Tomi and Billy stayed behind... resolute to maintain the ship and keep watch over the reformed Zeo Crystal.

"After Trin-... I'm sorry, I just need some time to deal with this. And I can't do that here."

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Deep in the quarantine zone, in the heart of Lord Zedd's mothership wreckage, evil still remains.

Analyzing its new habitat, capturing preys to assimilate, reconstruct and remold. Creating the perfect warrior, the perfect hunter. Create an apex predator, a drone to control just as its Bio-metalic system dictates.

It recreates the greatest warriors of this planet in its own image. Recreates these... Power Rangers.

But it will need more drones to construct a signal tower to contact the rest of its kind. It will need-

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?"

To assimilate another prey.

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School project partners Aisha, Adam, Rocky and Kat were taking pictures near Angel Grove's quarantine district when the... Ranger attacked. They tried to talk to it, tried to run but it was useless, it was hunting them, separating and isolating them.

But moments before it could strike and capture one of them, someone else managed to strike IT.

"I don't know what you think you are, but you are no Ranger. YOU'RE NOT WORTHY!"

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After facing the Dark Ranger and reviewing the pictures taken by the four teens she had just saved, Tomi came to a simple conclusion. Angel Grove needed the Power Rangers again. This new threat was too big. It was building some strange structure within the quarantine zone, not only that but it was also capturing civilians and transforming them into these Dark Rangers.

With that in mind, Tomi headed back to command center, unknowingly being tailed by the same teens she had saved.

With the help of Billy, Alpha, Zordon and a broken piece of her own Power Coin, Tomi managed to imbue slivers of the Zeo Crystal with Morphing energy and strap them into six pairs of modified wrist attachments in order to create a new method of morphing, stronger than before, the Zeonizers!

Tomi took the first set and shortly followed by giving Zeonizers to each of the four teens that had followed her into the ship, finding them worthy after seeing them in action and observing them at school. She then offered the final Zeonizer to Billy... Who refused it, holding his own now powerless Blue Power Coin in his hand.

"I was proud to be a Ranger, we were heroes, we saved the earth over a dozen times... But my time is over. This isn't my team, It's yours. You are the new Red Ranger, this is your time."

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With the help of her new teammates, Tomi dove back into the mothership of the monster that had taken so much from her. Intent on stopping this new enemy and destroying the mysterious machine sending deep-space signals that has been constructed in its center.

Fighting these bio-metallic twisted versions of her previous team, Tomi and the new Rangers will show them that no matter what, Power Rangers never lose!

"I've fought against witches, aliens, monsters, invaders and tyrants. You think you upstart Venom-wannabes are going to be the one to conquer earth? Well you've got another thing coming!"

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Celebrating their victory, the newly formed Zeo Rangers returned to the ship and celebrated in the pit. Four teens joking together in the sandy terrain as two others stood farther away, picturing four other friends who once stood in that very same spot, joking in a very similar way after a difficult battle.

"So, what did you think of them?"

"They'll need training, lots of it... But they have the heart... They'll be fantastic."

"Rangers at the core, huh?"

"You could say that... What about that sludge we brought back for analysis from our latest planet ending event?"

"Metallic bioplasm, living metal, I'm not sure how to even start defining it. We ran it through the ships archive and had a match but the files are encrypted. Not even Zordon could access them. Alpha is trying to brute-force the system but we can't figure out exactly where that deep-space amplifier was trying to send out a signal until then.

"I just hope we were able to destroy it in time before it could reach whatever it was aiming for."

"Me too... We were able to access one thing from the files though."

"What was it?"

"Just two words, something called the Machine Empire."

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In a deep, old and forgotten part of the universe, an ancient evil awakens.

Something so depraved and vile, even Lord Zedd himself had deemed necessary to seal away.

A hive of living machines, assimilating all biological matter it finds.

And after millenias of slumber, a blip, a hint of a signal reaches one of its communication captors, breaking their weakened prison.

The Machine Empire lives once more.

Hope you guys like it!

[cupidsloove]

hello, could i request prompt 11 with leona kingscholar please? (gn!reader), thank you

Sweet night

Words: 442

Part of my writing event

Summary: it was late at night and someone you love was waiting for you at the Ramshackle dorm

Relationship: Leona x GN! Reader

Reblogs, likes and constructive criticism is appreciated!

It was late, around 8pm and nature had already put a layer of cold in the campus. Your tired eyes watched small creatures make songs. The songs were pleasant to your ears and made you sleepy. You can't wait to arrive at Ramshackle and get some good sleep after a hard day.

When you finally approached the old dorm you could feel something different. Someone familiar is here . You just hoped it wasn't Crowley. Opening the rickety door, you are met with your lover, Leona. 

“Hi love,what are you doing this late?” you asked

“It was loud at Savanaclaw so I wanted to sleep with you” said Leona while looking at you, in his green eyes showing loneliness and longing for affection. 

“I understand” you told him while hugging him out of the sudden 

Leona suddenly flushed due to a surprise love attack and you can sense his tail was moving.

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It was very late when you and Leona somehow fit in the small and creaking bed. Covered by a big warm blanket, the fact that you and your lover hugged each other made it warmer. Then the heavy eyelids of both of you closed for some while, the cold room also fell into a deep sleep. The ghosts of Ramshackle dorm decided to watch the young couple sleep peacefully.

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The dream was sweet, you imagine yourself hugging the people you love and care about, it was lovely. If you described the dream in colours it would be a pastel one, it doesn't matter what colour it was just a sweet pastel that was pleasant to the eye. 

You dreamed of your relatives and friends from your world. Oh! How much you missed them. You wished you could meet them one more time or just spent time in the world you were born in. But you realised…you also enjoy Twisted wonderland, even if it is a strange world.

Then you dreamed of your beastman lover. You imagined him in all his beauty holding your hand gently and smiling at you in admiration and love.

 Then you woke up.

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It was a sunny Sunday and the rays hit your eyes. Looking to the right there were some green eyes that just woke up.

 

“Good morning love” 

“Morning dove” said Leona “You know I just realized right now after all I've been with you...I want to wake up next to you. Every morning.” he continued Leona while getting closer to you.

You flushed, even he tells and flirts with you almost all the time, the declaration of love from the person you love, even if it was small almost unnoticeable it would be always your weak point

Author's note: It's like one of my first “x reader” type of fanfic so it is kinda cheesy for some kinda cringy but I hope you liked it!

[themanirealityshifter]

🔥🐉Wings Of Fire DR Script🐉🔥

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• {{ Dragon Form }} •

• {{ Name: Stormbreaker }} • • {{ Nickname(s): Storm }} • • {{ Tribe: RainWings and NightWings }} • • {{ Age (dragon years): 7 }} •

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• {{ Pronouns: He/It/Xe/They (no preference) }} • • {{ Gender Identity: Genderfluid Genderflux Enby Male }} • • {{ Romantic Orientation: Aromantic }} • • {{ Sexual Orientation: Myrsexual (Neurosexual, Nebulasexual, and Merosexual) }} • • {{ Other Orientation(s): Ambiamorous; Homoalterous; Omniqueerplatonic; Panexteramo; Pansensual; Panaesthetic }} •

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• {{ Parent(s): Crocus (Dad); Kiwi (Mom); and Eclipse (Mother/Father/Parent) }} • • {{ Sibling(s): Dove (sibling); Cosmos (brother); Jasmine (sister/sibling); CallaLily (sister); and Crow (brother/sibling) }} • • {{ Other Family Member(s): Unnamed Family Members }} • • {{ Partner(s): SunBeetle }} • • {{ Best Friend(s): All siblings; Plus a couple of yet-to-be-scripted dragons }} • • {{ Friend(s): None (as of now) }} •

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• {{ Description: NightWing-like snout and body; RainWing-like tail and wings; Usually stays dark purples and greens, like a NightWing would be, but switches it up whenever; Silver tear-drop scales by eyes; No RainWing ruff behind ears; Prehensile tail; Sharp claws like a NightWing’s; Black eyes like a NightWing’s; Lean body and average sized overall; Scales are very shiny and polished; Straight black horns }} • • {{ Personality: Same as in my CR }} • • {{ Accessories: One crescent moon earring in left ear; Several small iridescent blue and green studs on both ears; Small silver hoop earrings on both ears; Silver glasses twining up and around horns; A couple of small pouches across chest with personal belongings inside (books, random rocks and jewels, wire, ink, paper, random leaves and flowers in small jars to help with healing certain wounds or getting rid of headaches/stomachaches or just to paint about snout/body with); A small pouch on left back leg with a couple of earrings inside }} • • {{ Abilities: Powerful Mind-reader; Powerful Prophet; Mind Manipulation/Control; Mind Projection; Color-changing scales; Venom; Fire-breath; Can speak Human; Prehensile tail; and Shape-shifter }} • • {{ Extra Personal Fact(s): Needs sun naps like other RainWings; Not good at hiding emotions from scales; Venom is searing hot; Took a while (longer than usual) to learn how to use venom and fire-breath at the same time, usually ended up burning and melting stuff as a dragonet; Knows how to block out thoughts and how to get past even the strongest of mental shields }} •

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• {{ Location: Pyrrhia (Rain-Night Kingdom) }} • • {{ Diet: Pretty much anything except for poisonous things and Humans }} • • {{ Pet(s): Gecko (named Mango) }} • • {{ Extra Fact(s): Homophobia, transphobia, acephobia, arophobia, queerphobia, sexism, etc. does not exist; There are no more wars; All the Queens are at peace together; No one dies/can die (except from old age or natural causes); There is a giant bridge made by SilkWings (and others that are good with construction) that connects Pantala and Pyrrhia }} •

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• {{ Name: Stormbreaker }} • • {{ Nickname(s): Storm }} • • {{ Species: Human }} • • {{ Age: 20 }} •

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• {{ Pronouns: He/It/Xe/They (preference for He/They) }} • • {{ Gender Identity: Genderfluid Genderflux Enby Guy }} • • {{ Romantic Orientation: Aromantic }} • • {{ Sexual Orientation: Myrsexual (Neurosexual, Nebulasexual, and Merosexual) }} • • {{ Other Orientation(s): Ambiamorous; Homoalterous; Omniqueerplatonic; Panexteramo; Pansensual; Panaesthetic }} •

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• {{ Parent(s): None (Was born a Dragon, so no Human parents) }} • • {{ Sibling(s): None (Was born a Dragon, so no Human siblings) }} • • {{ Other Family Member(s): None (Was born a Dragon, so no Human relatives) }} • • {{ Partner(s): SunBeetle }} • • {{ Best Friend(s): All my Dragon siblings; Plus a couple of yet-to-be-scripted Humans }} • • {{ Friend(s): None (as of right now) }} •

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• {{ Description: 6’0”; Dark brown hair (wolfcut) with pale white braids here and there; Dark brown eyes; Lean, fit, healthy body; Top and bottom surgery scars; Broad shoulders; Faint stubble on my jaw; Sharper jawline; Round gold-rimmed glasses; Tanned skin; A moon crescent tattoo on the inside of left wrist; A all-black NightWing-RainWing-looking birthmark that covers whole left shoulder blade }} • • {{ Accessories: A moon crescent earring on left ear; Several iridescent blue and green studs; A pair of small silver hoop earrings; A silver industrial in left ear; A silver septum piercing; Silver hoop snakebites; One brown leather satchel with personal belongings inside (books, ink, quill, paper, jars of bugs, leaves, flowers with various purposes, cool and precious rocks, jewelry of all sorts, etc.); Several silver rings on both hands }} • • {{ Abilities: Shape-shifter; Can speak Dragon }} •

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• {{ Location: Pyrrhia (Rain-Night Kingdom) }} • • {{ Diet: Pretty much anything except for poisonous things and Dragons }} • • {{ Extra Fact(s): Same thing as for Dragon Form version, except that it’s all Human leaders that are at peace }} •

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@anglptera here’s the script btw!

additional:

My siblings in my WoF DR

My parents in my WoF DR

My partner in my WoF DR

[hungry-tum-stuff]

Regional Phenomena - Rito Village: Fanfic

! Spoilers for the Regional Phenomena Questline in Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom !

Author’s Note: In my interpretation of the timeline, TOTK takes place 3-5 years after BOTW, placing Link in his twenties. This is not everyone’s interpretation, but there is reference to Link’s age in this fic, so just bear that in mind as being my interpretation.

CW: Depictions of pushing oneself to the point of exhaustion, ignoring physical needs, physical injury, (blunt force trauma) descriptions of hunger, refusal to eat.

Word Count: 1.6k

“Come on Link! What’s taking you so long?”

Link grunted and hoisted himself up onto the floating rubble of the ruins they were traversing, doubled over and trying desperately to catch his breath. Tulin, who had been flying just ahead of Link the entire time, tilts his head and lands beside the hero.

“Are you okay Link? We can stop if you’re tired, I know you can’t really fly like I can.”

Link stands back up straight and glances at Tulin, then looks up at the storm swirling around the mass of islands they still had to climb. He just sighs and shakes his head, and Tulin nods, taking flight once more.

“Alright, let’s keep going then! I’ll race ya to the next island.” Tulin challenged before darting off. Link shook his head and smiled, following after at a light jog in the hopes that he could mask his exhaustion.

He wished he could match Tulin’s energy. It hadn’t been too long ago when he was a kid rushing around trying to save Hyrule. Which he still was, but being in his twenties and adventuring alongside a literal child aged him just a bit. He knew it wasn’t just that though, the effects of the gloom were still weighing heavy on his body. He didn’t have the endurance or the constitution he was used to, and while the Light of Blessing he’d received so far had relieved some of the damage done, he still felt like he was fighting off some kind of sickness that had sapped all his strength.

Which might end up being the case if he stayed out in this blizzard for too long.

Link stopped at the edge of a gap and whistled to Tulin, who turned tail to see Link making the sign for his Gust. Tulin grinned and sped back, flapping his wings and creating a gust just as Link dove off the ruins and opened his paraglider.

“You know, you fly better than most Rito!” Tulin called through the gale as he sped to fly alongside Link. “Not me though, of course.”

Link chuckled silently as he landed on the next platform, folding his paraglider and signing a quick ‘Thank you.’ Tulin landed and repeated the sign, pausing to think for a moment.

“Oh! That meant ‘thank you,’ right?”

Link nodded encouragingly, and Tulin beamed.

“Good. I’m getting better, it’s just hard to find a good teacher when nobody in your village has fingers, y’know?”

Link chuckled and nodded understandingly as they continued to walk through the ruins. True, there was a bit of a language barrier between them. Tulin only knew what Link had taught him, which was the alphabet and a few basic signs. But they found ways to communicate aside from that: They’d come up with their own sign for Gust, and Tulin was fairly good at charades.

“Look out!” Link rounded a corner and didn’t have the time to react to a construct’s hammer hitting him square in the ribs. He’s sent flying into a nearby pillar, and Tulin gasps, drawing his bow and landing an arrow square in the construct’s eye. Tulin looked around worriedly as two more constructs noticed the fight and rushed over to them, and it was the most Link could do to roll out of the way as a construct’s blade swung down at him. Link fought to get to his feet, his muscles aching with effort.

And thankfully, he and Tulin didn’t need language to fight together.

Link drew his own blade, and Tulin wasted no time in covering Link with his pinpoint aim as he went in and smacked the constructs around, taking down one after the other. Tulin sent the killing blow into the last one, and Link watched as the thing crumbled into a heap of Zonai tech.

And as soon as the adrenaline of the fight subsided, Link took a knee, clutching his surely bruised ribs.

“Link! Are you alright? Gosh, that was a close one. You should probably stop and rest, you got hit pretty hard…” Tulin suggested, only for Link to shake his head and push himself off the ground, using his blade to steady himself before walking away from his friend. Tulin frowned and followed Link to a ledge, where he paraglided down into an overhang in the ruins, where the blizzard was briefly off their backs.

“Okay, well I want to take a break. Look, there’s a cooking pot here too! We can make something to eat.” Tulin said excitedly, rushing over to the pot and beginning to gather up any nearby kindling that wasn’t soaked through from the storm.

And Link froze in his tracks and his hand slid down to his belly as soon as Tulin brought up making food.

That was another reason why he felt so weak: He was absolutely starving. Ever since Zelda went missing he couldn’t say he’d been paying the most attention to his needs. When he woke up on The Great Sky Island, he had eaten just enough to get by. After all, for all he knew he wasn’t even in Hyrule anymore. He got about a day of recovery when he first arrived in Lookout Landing; Everyone had been happy to have him back, and he got the chance to eat a few proper meals and sleep in a real bed again. But after that he jumped right into helping out in the search effort for Zelda: Which had led him out to Rito Village.

And he hadn’t eaten a proper meal since he set foot in the tundra.

He hadn’t meant to go this long. In all honesty, he forgot that the stable by Rito Village had been converted into The Lucky Clover Gazette, so there wasn’t a cooking pot available. And when he got into Rito Village… Well, he didn’t exactly feel great cooking up a meal for himself when the village was full of kids who didn’t have enough food amongst themselves to keep the shop’s shelves stocked.

So, he gave up a couple meals. Which really bit him in the behind when he had to scale floating ruins to stop a magic storm. Because he was running on fumes, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last.

“Link! Do you have anything to cook?” Link snapped out of his momentary trance to see that Tulin had started a fire, and he nodded. He sat down beside his friend and took some fish and mushrooms from his bag, setting them in the pot to simmer.

And as soon as they began sizzling and the smell of food filled the air, Link’s mouth began to water.

“Gosh, that smells great! Where’d you learn to cook so good?” Tulin looked over at Link for his response, but to his surprise, he found the hero doubled over onto himself with both arms wrapped around his middle. A grimace was stuck on his face, and Tulin immediately rushed to his side.

“Link! Are you okay?” Link cracked an eye open to look at Tulin and nod slowly, but his body language, and his own body betrayed him as his stomach growled desperately. Link grunted in pain, and Tulin furrowed his brow.

“I’m glad we stopped, you sound really hungry… Hang on, I think the food’s done. If it’s not, then we can just put it back over the fire, right?” Tulin chattered, trying to make conversation to keep the mood up. Eventually Link was able to open both of his eyes only to see Tulin standing right in front of him: Holding a plate of delicious-looking roasted fish and mushrooms.

Link’s stomach grumbled again. But he shook his head, and pushed the plate away.

“Huh? What are you doing?”

Link pointed to the plate, and then pointed to Tulin.

“Me? Eat it?”

Link nodded. Tulin frowned.

“Well then how are you gonna get up to the flying ship? You gotta eat, Link… We don’t know what else is waiting for us out there! And I don’t want you to keep fighting on an empty stomach… You already got hurt.” Tulin reasoned. Link thought for a moment and glanced away, raising his hands to sign to Tulin:

‘U-R-A-K-I-D’

Tulin processed the signs for a second, gasping as soon as he put the sentence together.

“I’m not a kid!” He stamped his foot. “Is that why you won’t eat? That’s dumb. And no offense Link, but we were fending for ourselves just fine before you came to town. My scout teams are ah-mazing.”

Link was able to crack a small smile past the tearing ache in his belly at that, and Tulin sat down in front of him, setting the plate on the ground and staring Link down.

“We’re both eating. I don’t want you giving up stuff for me, because we’re supposed to help each other.” Tulin insisted.

And Link pursed his lips, sighed, and nodded.

“Yes! Oh, I call that mushroom though.” Tulin insisted as he swiped it off the plate. Link chuckled silently and reached for his own helping, opting to take a bite of the fish first.

“Mhmm…” Tulin looked up from his food upon Link’s wordless exclamation.

“You know, after all this, I get to go back to Rito Village and say that I saved Link! The Hero of Hyrule, cornered by monsters and weak from the cold, saved by the brave, Rito Warrior: Tulin!” He said exaggeratedly, and Link chuckled and rolled his eyes.

‘Don’t get too cocky.’

“Hey, what did you just say?”

Link just shrugged, feigning innocence. And as the meal settled in his tummy, he knew that he would have the strength to carry on alongside his friend.

[dariusult]

FFXIV Write Day 16- Third-Rate

Samga didn't like playing nursemaid, but with Sudeki in the state that she was, there wasn't much choice. The escape from Rhalgr's reach hadn't gone well for anyone, but Sudeki had somehow drawn the short straw during the team's escape from the Twelfth Legion. The Miqo'te's injuries weren't life threatening, but they were bad enough that she'd been confined to bed for a while, or in this case, confined to a makeshift cot. Twilight Dove had been doing most of the work looking after Sudeki, having gotten out of the confrontation with only light wounds, but she needed to rest, so Samga was taking over.

The young Xaela picked her way through the hastily constructed tangle of tents and lean-tos thrown together by the retreating forces of the combined Eorzean Alliance and Ala Mhigan resistance. In her left hand a brown earthenware jug lazily dangled. She was going to fill it with water to bring back to the injured Miqo'te. After having a drink herself, of course. As she left the perimeter of the camp and headed towards the river on the edge of the woods, the Xaela suddenly realized she wasn't alone. Before she could turn to see who had been tailing her, the individual in question announced themselves.

"Well now, I'd heard a little blue lizard had been tryin' to kill my Sudeki. Then I heard she went 'n got herself hurt out in these parts... And here you are." The voice had a familiar cadence to it, very similar to Sudeki's own.

Samga recognized it immediately. She'd never heard the voice herself, but the memories she'd seen, the vision the echo had showed her before she'd left the steppe... The Xaela whirled around, eyes wide, and standing behind her she saw someone whose face she'd seen thousands of times in her dreams but never in person. A tall, muscular Miqo'te man with a head of wild, shaggy, pinkish hair the same color as Sudeki's, a cocky grin graced his face, which had more lines on it than in Samga's memories... But there was no doubting who he was: S'nankali Nunh.

Samga's hands clenched into tight fists, the handle of the earthenware jug shattering under the force of her grip, sending the vessel falling to the ground, whereupon it cracked open and fell apart into several large pieces. She was stunned, she was beyond stunned. Why was he here? Why now!? Seeing him in person was almost too much for her to bear. Conflicting thoughts screamed at her as they raced through her mind, her tightly balled fists began to tremble.

S'nankali glanced down at the smashed jug and then back up at Samga, still wearing the same cocky grin. "Hey now, that jug didn't do nothin'... Or do you just like breaking things?" He took a step forward, slowly bringing his hands together and cracking his knuckles, his grin faded and his eyes grew cold. "Cause I'm pretty good at breaking things... And if you're intent on coming after my daughter, maybe I should break you."

Samga's gaze met his, and she felt a chill run through her veins. The young pugilist took a slow deep breath and narrowed her eyes. She was doing everything she could to still the trembling in her hands. She could feel the primal tinge of fear running through her, but it wasn't fear alone. Anticipation, hatred, confusion, and bloodlust all swirled around inside her head, spurring her to action while also freezing her in place. This man was the man she'd come to Eorzea to find, this man was the entire reason her life had taken the trajectory it had. She'd only ever bothered to fight Sudeki at first because she was a stepping stone to this opponent. The man who'd ruined her life before she'd even been born. She shouldn't have felt so conflicted; her goal was standing in front of her, but other feelings were getting in the way. He was Sudeki's father, her friend's father. She felt her breath hitch in her throat as that last thought brought a sudden revelation. Her friend? When had she started thinking of Sudeki as her friend? The Xaela's eyes narrowed, at some point she'd lost her way... Started wasting her time messing around with people who didn't matter. But that could all change right here, the chance to course correct was staring her in the face.

Seeing Samga's eyes narrow, S'nankali's grin crept back onto his face. "Now there's a look." The Miqo'te raised a hand and beckoned the Xaela forward. "You think you can take me? You're welcome to try." He slowly slid a foot back, bending his knees as he lowered himself into a ready stance. "Either come at me, or I come at you. If you're tough enough, maybe I won't kill you."

Samga pushed the fear and uncertainty out of her mind. Slowly, wordlessly, she lowered herself into a fighting stance. She'd relived the echo vision of S'nankali fighting her father a thousand times in her memory, she knew she was stronger and faster than he was then. She could beat him. She would beat him. The Xaela slowly inhaled and focused on her opponent, reminding herself of the hate she held for this man. The suffering he'd caused, and how with his death she'd finally be able to dispel the curse that had been hanging over her and her family for years. With that hatred held tightly in her heart, Samga lunged with the speed of a coiled viper, aiming a kick directly at the side of S'nankali's head with as much speed and strength as she could muster.

S'nankali's eyes widened as Samga made her move, but the Xaela didn't see surprise in the Miqo'te's eyes, she saw anticipation, thrill. His eyes stayed locked with hers as she closed in, his grin widening as he felt the bloodlust practically rolling off of her in waves. She wanted him dead, and she'd need to fight with that level of ferocity if she wanted to stand a chance.

Right before Samga's kick found its mark, S'nankali's arm shot up, intercepting the Xaela's kick by spiking his elbow directly into her shin. He immediately followed the attack by stepping forward and driving his opposite fist directly into her stomach.

Samga had been sure she'd moved too quickly for S'nankali to react, but his own reaction had been so impossibly fast that she couldn't even register what was happening before the pain set in, first a sharp pain radiating up through her shin and then an explosive impact that sent her flying off of her feet and tumbling backwards across the ground. Not one to get knocked down so easily, the young Xaela caught her footing, sliding backwards out of the tumble, throwing a hand down to steady herself as she sucked air into her lungs, fighting the urge to gasp from having the wind unceremoniously knocked out of her. She should've known better than to attack S'nankali from the front when he had been goading her to do just that. Of course he'd be ready to intercept a frontal assault!

Samga steadied herself and instead of preparing her next move, was immediately struck by a second punch, this time hooking across the right side of her face, which she just barely kept from knocking her out by clenching her jaw as hard as she could and then spinning her body so she could turn and roll off of the fist. S'nankali had followed up his first strikes immediately, she needed to turn the momentum back in her favor! She continued turning using the momentum of her spin to bring her right arm around, balling a fist up tightly and-

Her right arm was snatched out of the air, then her left, she was yanked forward as S'nankali pulled her in towards him and jumped, shooting a knee straight up into her jaw. Samga's vision flashed and she could hear ringing in her horns, but she clung to consciousness, partly out of determination and partly out of desperation. She stumbled backwards, but before she could even catch her footing, S'nankali was attacking again, keeping his hold on her right arm and spinning with his grip tight, flipping her over his back and throwing her into the ground hard.

"Kuh!" Samga coughed as air was slammed out of her lungs, she could taste the coppery tang of blood in her mouth. She needed to find a way to overturn this situation, but the only coherent thought in her head, the one piercing through the haze of pain and disorientation was one simple feeling: It's not fair. She was stronger than he had been when he'd fought and blinded her father, but the S'nankali that she was fighting in the here and now was so far beyond even that. The Xaela's eyes regained their focus just in time for Samga to see S'nankali's fist streaking towards her face. She raised her arms and deflected the blow to the side, sending his knuckles into the dirt next to her head with an impact so hard she could feel it through the ground, the back of her head, and into her teeth.

S'nankali pressed the attack, climbing over Samga and straddling the young pugilist to pin her onto her back while raining punches down on her. The steppe-dweller struggled to defend herself, throwing her hands and arms into the way of as many hits as she could, but more often than not, S'nankali's fists found their mark as her head was snapped in one direction, then the other. She clenched her jaw as tightly as she could and held on to her consciousness, but as she managed to catch glimpses of him through the rain of fists—eyes wide and unblinkingly fixed on her, lips drawn tight and jaw set, breathing steady, calm, and powerful—she came to a cold, sober realization. "He's going to kill me. If I don't escape from this fight, I'm going to die."

Samga desperately continued trying to defend herself from his punches, waiting for any chance to find an opening. She eventually got one as S'nankali drew his arm way back, clenching his fist for a blow that would surely kill Samga if it landed. The Xaela flicked an arm forward and in an act of desperation, flung a fistful of sand and grit directly at S'nankali's face. He swept his other arm through the air, effortlessly batting the attempted distraction aside and swung his fist down hard. Samga had created just enough of an opening, pushing with her hands, she slid down between S'nankali's legs and out from under him just as his fist cratered the ground where her head had been just a split second earlier. She was behind him now, and she knew what she had to do: run. She threw herself forward into a sprint, it didn't matter where she was going, she just had to get away. But as her feet dug into the ground and she sprung forward, a strong hand clamped down around her ankle and she was yanked backwards off her feet and thrown through the air, tumbling head over heels until she was stopped by a tree, slamming back into it hard enough to crack the trunk. The Xaela was splayed out in a sitting position, her back against the tree and her head slumped. She couldn't feel her arms and legs, her lungs were burning, her mouth tasted like blood, her eyes were hot and stinging, and the corners of her vision were starting to go dark. She tried to mouth a curse, but nothing came out, she only managed to send a dribble of blood and spit down her chin.

"That's it...?" S'nankali said as he slowly stood up to his full height and began walking over to Samga. "This sad excuse for a fist-fighter is the girl who almost killed my daughter?" His face came into view, his head was raised high, and he looked down at Samga with pure disdain. "What in the seven hells is that girl doing that someone like you is even remotely threatening to her?" The Miqo'te let out a long, disappointed sigh and slowly lowered himself into another fighting stance. "I guess I can find her and ask her once I've dealt with you." His eyes narrowed. "Better luck in your next life."

S'nankali flashed forward, Samga shut her eyes tight, there was a thunderous impact, and... Nothing. The sound of a blow landing had resounded out around her, but the blow itself never came. Samga slowly opened one eye only to see the hulking frame of Twilight Dove between her and S'nankali; the Miqo'te's fist tightly gripped in Dove's own hand.

An appreciative whistle escaped from S'nankali's lips. "Not bad! Wh-" As he began to speak he was immediately cut off as Twilight Dove lifted him clean off the ground and threw him overhand like a tomahawk, sending the Miqo'te man flying backwards through the air. He flipped himself upright in the air and crossed his arms as his feet made contact with the ground, bringing him skidding to a halt. His grin reappeared as he regarded the Hellsguard woman. "Pretty good!"

"Fight's over." Twilight Dove said curtly, placing herself in front of Samga and spreading her arms out to shield the battered Xaela from view. "I dunno who you are, but you've got nothing left to prove."

S'nankali offered a nonchalant shrug in response to Dove's declaration. "Alright, suit yourself. Not like she was much sport to begin with." He then pointed at the Roegadyn, grinning like a boy who'd just been given a brand new toy. "You on the other hand, look like you might actually be tough. Fancy goin' a round or two?"

"I'm not interested." Twilight Dove replied immediately, keeping her eyes locked on the Miqo'te and her expression stern. "I'm only here for the girl."

S'nankali let out a long sigh, slumping his shoulders and throwing his head back. "Gods, this is a day for disappointment." He held that position for a moment, until his ears perked up as he had a little idea. He pointed past Twilight Dove to Samga. "Y'know I absolutely trashed her, was totally going to kill her, right?" His mouth curved into a smirk. "Just gonna take that lying down?"

"Yes." Twilight Dove said flatly.

"If you take her and run, that means you cowarded out and I beat both of you." He added. "It means I'm stronger than you."

"Yup, congratulations." The Roegadyn continued to sandbag the Miqo'te's attempted provocations, slowly turning around and beginning to check over the fallen Xaela, quietly speaking to her. "You're gonna be alright, Samga."

S'nankali stood in silence for a moment, staring at the burly Roegadyn woman's back. He could probably attack her and force a fight that way, but fighting a reluctant opponent was never much fun. He could threaten the Xaela girl's life and force her to fight that way, too. But again, not very interesting. If he was gonna fight someone who could catch one of his punches, he wanted them to want it. If her heart wasn't going to be in it, then there was no point. The Miqo'te sighed angrily and kicked the ground, sending a few pebbles bouncing away into the underbrush of the woods. "Fine, have it your way." He spun on his heel and grumbled, scratching the back of his head as he began to trudge off. "But if that girl ever bothers my daughter again, you're gonna need a dustpan to pick up what's left of 'er."

Twilight Dove glanced back over her shoulder and glared after S'nankali as he left, the light of realization flickering across her face as the pink-haired Miqo'te man mentioned his daughter. Twilight Dove held that position for a moment, watching S'nankali walk off down towards the river before finally turning back to Samga. Once she had determined that moving the young Xaela wasn't going to hurt her more, Dove gingerly picked her up off the ground. With Samga cradled in her arms, Twilight Dove stood up to her full height and began walking back towards the camp. "That was a close call, Samga. But you're gonna be alright." She glanced down at the young Qerel and smiled reassuringly. "Whatever that was, I can guarantee Sudeki didn't have anything to do with it. That shite he said doesn't matter."

What Twilight Dove had said barely registered to Samga. The Xaela's mind was clearing, feeling was returning to her arms and legs in the form of intense pain—but more painful than that was the crushing feeling in her chest. Hearing Sudeki's name mentioned snapped Samga back to reality as she remembered the conflict in her heart before the fight. Her friend, Sudeki. Why? Why were they friends? If this was as far as Samga had come after everything she'd done, what had been the point of any of it? The Xaela clenched her teeth and lowered her head, trying hard to swallow the hot hard lump forming in her throat. There was no point. It had all been for nothing.

[darkdoverpseeker]

Hi there! :) 21+ queer autistic roleplayer looking for some people who would be interested in roleplaying in one of my original universes.

Universe 1

in this universe humans have achieved space travel and discovered another planet with life on it. The most sentient species are the Tinnu. Their sentience is equal, or perhaps more than, that of humans. They have a deer-like shape and size, but are more closely related to canines. They have paws, two long tails that end in feathered tufts, a wolf-like nose, wolf-like teeth, two small horns on their heads, and a pair of sensory tendrils just behind the horns.

Despite the Tinnu's intelligence, human explorers refused to recognize them as equals, and instead treat them like animals. Some have been brought to Earth as pets or circus animals.

Some plot ideas I have are: a) I play a Tinnu who has been brought to earth and is kept in a horse stable, you play a human. Maybe your human bought the property, maybe they are a new worker, etc. The human sees the Tinnu is mistreated and works to gain its trust. b) we both play Tinnus who have been brought to a farm to be bred. would involve 🕊️ noncon or dubcon. Our Tinnus form a bond after mating and work together to find a way to escape. You would play the stud. c) open to your ideas!! Since I have constructed the universe I don't have a lot of plot ideas.

Universe 2:

omegaverse where both omegaverse characters and regular humans exist. Omegaverse characters can shapeshift between 2 forms, one humanoid and one wolf form. They used to be seen as equals to humans long ago, but over time with stories of werewolves and such, humans have come to view them as beasts rather than people. They are kept as pets, used in fight rings, etc. Humans take advantage of their natural hormone cycles to breed them.

I'm open to your plot ideas! I already have an omega character I'd like to use but I can also make an alpha if you want to double.

Looking for someone who is 21+, comfortable with nsfw with these characters in their animal-like shapes, open to dead dove 🕊️ themes.

If you are interested please COMMENT on this post with what universe you are interested in and a plot idea(s) you'd like to rp.

interact if interested!

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For King and Country (20/122)

For King and Country | saratogaroad rating: T total wordcount:  280,466 characters: Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Roland Crane, Aranella, Batu, Tani, Lofty, Leander Aristidies, Bracken Meadows relationships: Roland Crane & Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Aranella & Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Roland Crane & Aranella, Batu & Tani, Batu & Evan, Tani & Evan, Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum & Lofty, Rolander other tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Mother-Son Relationship, Father-Son Relationship, Place Slowly Becomes Home People Slowly Become Family, Found Family, For Want of A Nail warnings: none

Pulled from his world by mysterious powers, former president Roland Crane finds himself caught in the middle of a coup meant to take the life of the young King Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum. Joining forces with Aranella, the pair of them set out to aid Evan in making his dream of a kingdom where everyone can live happily ever after a reality.

But the road to peace is a long and treacherous one and there is no promise of success in a world where darkness spreads ever thicker with each passing day. If they are to stand a chance, they must stand together, for king and for country.

(A retelling.)

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For all his lack of experience in actually ruling anything, Evan hit the ground at a run. Where other leaders would have delegated most of the work, Evan was outside doing it. From morning until evening he was out among his people, helping wherever anyone needed one more pair of hands. More than a few times Roland had spotted him helping the Pirates with construction or the Greenlings with planting or the Dellians with any matter they couldn’t handle themselves. He didn’t hold himself like a King, lording himself above his subjects, but instead he acted like he was one of them.

Just one more ordinary citizen trying to carve out a new life for himself, down among the masses. It was clear to Roland that the masses—if you could count just over fifty people a mass—loved him all the more for it. Having a King who cared so much and so obviously for all of them was doing wonders for morale, though it did also mean that Evan was a little harder to track down than Roland would have liked. More than a few times he had crossed paths with a frustrated Aranella as they tried to track down their wayward charge to little avail.

Thankfully Evermore had yet to grow very large, so with enough legwork it was possible to track Evan down…even if that sometimes did mean finding him in the oddest of spots.

Like right then, on a fine late spring morning. Roland stood back and silently watched as Evan dug a hole in one of the crop fields. He was already elbow deep in the soil, sleeves more mud than cloth, and there was mud streaked across his face and clumped in his hair, throwing his bared teeth into stark contrast.

“Evan?” Roland asked, bemused. The only response was the flick of one ear and a lash of Evan’s tail. Slipping the papers he had brought into his arms band, Roland walked closer. Evan had stopped digging for the moment and seemed to be trying to pull on something with all he strength. “Is everything okay?”

"Just--fine--ah!" Evan tugged a little too hard and fell backwards onto his rear end in the dirt. He growled low in his throat, sitting there for a moment. “I almost had it that time!”

“Had what?” Roland asked, though he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to know. Evan kicked at a clump of soil with one heel.

“There’s a rock down there,” he said, “And the Greenlings already lost half a crop to it." He got back to his knees and dove back into the hole. Roland’s eyebrows shot up. Had he dug that whole thing with his bare hands?! “I’ve been trying to get it out all morning!”

And it was clearly giving as good as it got. Quickly taking off his coat, Roland slipped that into his arms band as well. Rolling up his sleeves, he stepped onto the field.

"Scoot over," He said, "Let's see if we can't get it together."

Even poked his head up, a beaming smile spread wide across his face. It stayed there even as he dove back in for a second time, throwing dirt in nearly every direction as he dug his original hole wider. Dirt landed in Roland’s hair a couple of times but he closed his eyes against it, going by feel. Sure enough, at the bottom of the hole, there was a fairly large stone. About as big as Evan’s head and slippery with mud, it was no wonder he’d been having such trouble! Working by feel he grabbed Evan’s hands and placed them on the rock.

“Got it?”

“Got it!”

“On three.” He adjusted his grip. “One, two, three—”

Together they heaved the stone up the slope of the hole. It wanted to roll back down but with another massive heave they pulled it up and thumped it onto solid ground. Evan gave a triumphant cry, uncaring that he was covered in mud.

“Yes! We did it!”

“We did.” Roland got to his feet, shoving the rock—really it was more of a small boulder—off to the side of the field. There was mud under his fingernails, but a warmth lingered in his chest as he turned to see Evan still beaming. It was good to see he still had a chance to be a kid every now and again. He deserved it. “But if you go back to Aranella like that, she’s going to skin us both.”

Evan blinked, then gave himself a good look. Laughing sheepishly, he pulled on the fabric of his top, leaving a muddy handprint in the blue for his troubles.

“We do look a fright, don’t we?”

“You could probably use a bath,” Roland said, and had to swallow a laugh at the look of distaste that crossed his face. Cats not liking proper baths must have been universal, even if Evan wasn’t really a cat. He gestured over his shoulder at the river. “At least wash the worst of it off.”

Evan still didn’t seem happy. With the air of a teenager off to do something they didn’t like, he trudged to the riverbank. The water was shallow enough here that it came up to his knees, rippling around him as Roland stepped into the cool water beside him. It was a welcome break in the heat of the afternoon, and the pair cleaned off in a companionable silence. Once the water ran clear from his hands, Roland looked at where Evan was picking mud out from under his nails. He was so focused on them that there was still dirt on his face.

“Hey, Evan?”

“Yes?” Evan lifted his head and turned to look at him. Moving quickly Roland cupped the cool water between his hands and sent it flying in a massive splash. Evan had no time to get out of the way; it hit him face first, washing away the dirt but leaving his hair clinging to his forehead in bedraggled chunks. He was too stunned to even sputter. Roland fought back a smile.

“You had dirt on your face,” he said, voice trembling with the effort to not laugh. “Took care of that for you.”

Evan blinked once, twice, three times, before his eyes gleamed and his stunned expression gave way to a plotting little smirk.

“So do you!” he cried, and came out swinging both hands through the water. Roland leaned out of reach with a laugh, but Evan gave chase, laughing and splashing the whole way. Quick as he could Roland returned fire, and before too long they were both soaked to the skin. Roland spun on his heel to retaliate to a double-handed splash, but the rocks twisted beneath his foot and with a short cry he fell into the water! Evan let loose a triumphant yowl and dove closer.

“I’ve got you now!” he shouted, laughter breaking up his words. Roland threw up an arm in useless, sopping wet defense as Evan bombarded him with rapid splashes.

“I yield, I yield! You got me!” He cried. Evan let one final splash go, then stood back with a beaming grin. Smug as only a cat could ever be, he planted his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest.

“That’s right,” He said firmly, “And don’t you forget it!”

“Do I want to know what you two are up to?” Aranella’s voice came from the shore. Evan whirled around, still grinning.

“I beat him, Nella!” He said, running back out of the river and up the shore. Realizing he was streaming water in his wake he slid to a halt before her, but nothing could dim his smile. Warmth uncoiled in Roland’s chest as he got to his feet, Evan saying, “I took him down!”

“I can see that.” Aranella rested a hand on Evan’s head, then raised an eyebrow at Roland. “A training bout?”

Hardly. Though that was an idea worth considering.

“Oh, just making sure his reflexes were good.” He said, reaching back to wring water out of his ponytail. “I don’t think we need to worry about that anytime soon.”

The gleam in Aranella’s eye told him she did not buy his cover story one bit, but she didn’t call him out as he waded back to shore. She simply smiled.

“That,” She said, “Is a very good thing to hear.”

[creative-anchorage]

[ID: article by E.A. (Beth) Jefferson in Ontario Birds, April 1994, titled Successful Hybridization of Common Raven and American Crow:

Since 1985, a single Common Raven (Corvus corax) has frequented an urban environment approximately 145 km south of its usual range. It has been observed pursuing, killing and feeding on Rock Doves (Columba livia) and Gray Squirrels (Sciurus carolinensis) in Metropolitan Toronto, Ontario (43° 36’N, 79° 31’W). This raven has been seen most frequently in the area of the former Etobicoke Lakeshore Psychiatric Hospital. Two nests were built by this bird under the eaves of one of the four-storey buildings during the spring of 1987. At that time there was no sign of a mate (Jefferson 1989).

Many observations during 1990 indicated that the raven had paired with an American Crow (C. brachyrhynchos). During April 1990 the raven was observed (M. DeLorey, pers. comm.) performing courtship flights around a crow. On 8 May 1990, the raven was observed shredding white material, and adding it to one of the aforementioned nests. It was then seen sitting on the nest for at least 45 minutes, with only its tail visible. The next day it was observed flying into a Norway Spruce (Picea abies) to alight beside a crow. The raven fed the crow what appeared to be fresh “meat”, and then mounted the crow. The raven and crow were subsequently observed allopreening (D. McClement, pers. comm.; Bent 1946). Since 1990, the raven and crow have been seen flying together frequently (Jefferson 1991).

In 1990, the raven began to mimic the calls of the crow, which might have led to its acceptance by the crow. Vocal interactions between the crow and raven have been heard - a pattern of two caws coming from the crow answered by three deeper caws from the raven.

In late April 1993, the Common Raven was observed actively constructing a nest in a crotch of a spruce tree on the above site. The nest was approximately 60 cm in diameter and 40 cm deep, one metre from the top of a nine to ten metre high tree. During the next two months the raven was occasionally seen on the nest; invariably it was observed perched nearby, well-concealed in the spruce branches. In a few instances, when intruders came rather close to the nest, it flew from elsewhere on the property into neighboring trees.

A crow was thrice seen leaving the nest, but all nests were too deep for any observations of a crow sitting there. On 29 May 1993, the crow was viewed leaving the nest area to confront a high-flying Turkey Vulture (Cathartes aura). Three minutes later, as the crow dropped back down, the raven flew up to meet it; both corvids then returned to the nest site (G. Fairfield, pers. comm.).

On several occasions - 3, 5 and 8 May 1993 - after consuming several pieces of squirrel, the raven flew to the nest where it remained for 40-60 seconds. Precise activity at the nest was obscured by the dense evergreen branches.

On 14 June begging calls were heard from the nest vicinity (A. Fairbridge, pers. comm.). The next day the author observed much activity from around the nest, with a crow and raven repeatedly calling to each other. What were later deemed to be two recently fledged hybrids made short flights between nearby deciduous trees. On 18 June 1993 positive confirmation was made of the two hybrids. They were almond raven-sized, with the wedged-shaped tail of a raven and the head of a crow. Their bills appeared very thin, shorter than a crow, with a small amount of yellow at the gape. The two hybrids were photographed several hundred meters south of the nest in the crowns of large maple trees.

Repeatedly, both the crow and raven flew away from the young birds making loud distracting noises whenever these fledgelings were approached; a few minutes later the adults would silently appear from behind the observers. This behaviour was noted frequently over a 90 minute period. Begging calls from the young were silenced when the crow flew into the trees where the young remained. Dense foliage prevented precise observations of behaviour from our position 10 m to the north. Later, cawing from these fledgelings sounded more highly pitched compared to that of the crow, which in turn made calls which were higher than the deep resonating caws from the raven. The crow, raven and two hybrids continued to be seen flying together until the end of June (D. McClement, pers. comm.). During the fall of 1993, the two hybrids, were frequently observed with the raven. On 27 October, all of them were seen briefly by the author chasing Rock Doves.

Both sexes of crow take an active part in nest building. Both sexes of ravens also contribute to the building of a nest and both sexes of crow may help incubate (Bent 1946: Goodwin 1976). With ravens, the male is not reported to incubate but only to cover the eggs when the female leaves the nest. In corvids the male feeds the female during incubation and the female sometimes leaves the nest to be fed by the male nearby (Bent 1946: Goodwin 1976). From these descriptions and the other direct observations cited above, it has been concluded that the raven is a male and that the crow is a female. 

If fledging took place 14 June 1993, the eggs would have hatched in early May during which time the raven was observed making frequent trips to the nest after ingesting squirrel meat. If the crow laid the eggs as is speculated, it would have occurred approximately 18 days prior to this in the second week of April. These dates have been deduced using averages cited in Ehrlich et al. (1988).

This appears to be the first known documentation of successful hybridization of Common Raven X American Crow in North America. In Britain, three reports of hybridization of Common Raven X Carrion Crow (C. corone) are cited in Gray (1958). But these records date from 1897 to 1936. If undocumented raven X crow hybridization has occurred, it would be virtually impossible to distinguish in any of their offspring. (For example, visual hybrid features would not be as apparent as in Lawrence’s and Brewster’s Warblers.) The atypical location of this particular raven, and the distinguishing silvery-gray cast to its back and wings creating a two-toned effect in flight, have enabled this particular raven to be subjected to intense scrutiny. Thus details of its behaviour have been noted by many birdwatchers. 

Prior to the spring 1993 observations described above, in May 1992 (G. Coady, pers. comm.) and during the winter of 1992-1993, “small ravens” were seen in the vicinity of the hospital. In addition, on 13 November 1993, a small raven-shaped bird was observed being chased by two crows, several km northwest of the hospital grounds, above High Park. This corvid was only slightly larger than the pursuing crows (B. Yukich, pers. comm.). It is speculated that these smaller “ravens” might possibly be hybrids from previous years. The 1993 adult hybrid “cravens”, as they have been unofficially dubbed, closely resemble a raven. Identification could be quite tricky, especially if they leave the natal area. End ID.]

I'm not an expert, I know nothing about ornithology or biology or zoology or wildlife science or animal behaviours or animal intelligence, but sometimes I think about the fact that birdwatchers in Toronto observed a raven learn how to mimic crow calls, make a nest with a crow and raise a pair of crow-raven hybrids the birdwatchers referred to as cravens and I just think. That's gotta be love, baby.

[mikumanogi-blog]

2023-07-10

"Be the one" Tereblog #85 [ENG]

Tere-panda update

Hello, I’m Nogizaka 46’s 5th generation member Ikeda Teresa （◤✪  ̫ ✪◥）

Thank you for coming to read my blog today!

I typically put up my hair when I’m at home.

Ikeda Teresa’s 77 unknown truths number 25, her forehead hairline is floofy!!!

It’s been like that ever since I was younger and my mother told me to take good care of it so I’ve sadly raised it (.. ).

Today I’m going to do a Q&A!

✉️ Do you like long wallets or fold up wallets?

(letter name: Okita sou 7)

🕊I always use the one my father gave me ( `-´っ👛 c)ｷﾞｭｯ

✉️ Teresa-sama. I’ve just arrived at the National Tour café in Shibuya, I’m anxiously waiting for a bread menu.

(Letter name: Hijikata takuan)

🕊 I don’t have anything on the menu, what did you order…?😡

✉️ How do you deal with the heat?

(Letter name: o mutsu)

🕊 I don’t, I melt ⎝｡⌓°⎞

✉️ What’s your favourite ice cream?

(Blog name: Gratin)

🕊 Shirokuma🐻‍❄️ After that is Seven Elven’s Marude Mango

✉️ Do you and Sa-chan talk about Letters from the fans? Before the LIVE started I sent a letter to Sa-chan saying that her side profile is really beautiful! And then I received a side profile picture from Teresa lol

(Letter name: Tei Natsu)

🕊That was probably just chance, however it’s been a hot topic amongst the 5th generation members 💌

I’ve been showing off dove pictures, everyone is really nice so please look at them.

✉️ Is there a sound that soothes you? I really like the sound of when you put ice into a drink.

(Letter name: Kagurazaka doppo)

🕊Apparently the sound of pouring hot and cold water are different! Chorororo… and kopopopo… or something like that. I like the sound of shaking trees, deadly wind 🌿

✉️ It’s surprisingly hard to spot wild birds🐦, I now know how amazing Teresa is…

(Letter name: Tails of Ko)

🕊 I only spot the ones that are walking on the ground and that’s because I always walk while looking downward.

✉️ Chicken or Beef? By the way, I like pork.

(Letter name: Soranchu)

🕊 Salmon yukhoe is what I’ve been addicted to recently. I want to try making it myself!

✉️ What app do you use to edit your pictures?

(Letter name: Mayora beam)

🕊 I’m still not well acquainted with Illustrator or Photoshop… The pictures I took recently were made in LINEcamera 📷💭 ̖́-

✉️ Teresa, have you ever order a pizza by yourself?

(Letter name: zoff zaki)

🕊 I have 🍕 Margarita, tomato sauce and mozzarella cheese and basil. I like simple ones, ones without mini tomatoes on it!!!

This was taken on the same recording day🎥

Were you able to tell?

Nogizaka Under Construction Every Sunday, late night at midnight.

Kotoge Eiji (san) no nante bi da! Every Tuesday, late night at 24:00

Super Nogizaka Star Tanjou! Every Monday 25:29-25:59

So on and so on, please check out the shows I’m appearing in (●︎´▽︎`●︎)🤍

Well then! I’ll write again.

Today’s song of the day → Hatsune Miku no Shoushitsu/cosMo@ BousouP

#tereblog #6542954206

[themanirealityshifter]

🔥🐉My Siblings in WoF DR🐉🔥

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• { Dove } •

• { Name: Dove } • • { Nickname(s): None } • • { Tribe(s): RainWings and NightWings } • • { Age: 11 } •

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• { Pronouns: It/Its } • • { Gender Identity: Non-binary (AMAB) } • • { Romantic Orientation: Loveless Aromantic } • • { Sexual Orientation: Loveless Asexual } •

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• { Parent(s): Crocus (Dad); Kiwi (Mom); and Eclipse (Mother/Father/Parent) } • • { Sibling(s): Cosmos, Jasmine, CallaLily, Stormbreaker, and Crow } • • { Other Family Member(s): Unnamed Family Members } • • { Partner(s): None • { Best Friend(s): Unnamed Dragon } • • { Friend(s): None } •

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• { Description: Large, stocky body; Usually cool grays and greens; Has a moody, cool expression always; Bright green eyes } • • { Personality: Quiet, sarcastic, wise, kind, and funny } • • { Accessories: Silver hoop earrings in right ear } • • { Abilities: Venom; Color-changing scales; Prehensile tail; and Can speak Human } •

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• { Location: Pyrrhia (Rain-Night Kingdom) } • • { Diet: Pretty much anything except for poisonous things and Humans } • • { Pet(s): Snake (named Spider) } • • { Extra Fact(s): Same as in my WoF Script } •

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• { Cosmos } •

• { Name: Cosmos } • • { Nickname(s): Cosmo } • • { Tribe(s): RainWings and NightWings } • • { Age: 10 } •

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• { Pronouns: He/Him } • • { Gender Identity: Cisgender (AMAB) } • • { Sexuality: Bisexual (preference for males) } •

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• { Parent(s): Crocus (Dad); Kiwi (Mom); and Eclipse (Mother/Father/Parent) } • • { Sibling(s): Dove, Jasmine, CallaLily, Stormbreaker, and Crow } • • { Other Family Member(s): Unnamed Family Members } • • { Partner(s): None } • • { Best Friend(s): Unnamed Dragon } • • { Friend(s): None } •

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• { Description: Scales are a deep purple color with swirls and patterns of bright green, pink, blue, yellow, orange, red, and other colors all over; Black eyes; Scales are dull and unpolished, covered in dust and sand; Has a smattering of rainbow freckles on snout, forelegs, back legs, and tail; Has a friendly, soft smile usually } • • { Personality: Quiet, kind, sweet, encouraging, thoughtful, caring, and always tired } • • { Accessories: A single gold hoop in right ear} • • { Abilities: Fire-breath; and Can speak Human } •

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• { Location: Pyrrhia (Sand Kingdom, helping with construction in the Scorpion Den) } • • { Diet: Pretty much anything except for poisonous things and Humans, has preference for fruit though } • • { Pet(s): None } • • { Extra Fact(s): Same as in my WoF Script } •

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• { Jasmine } •

• { Name: Jasmine } • • { Nickname(s): Jazz } • • { Tribe(s): RainWings } • • { Age: 9 } •

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• { Pronouns: She/Her } • • { Gender Identity: Agender Female (AFAB) } • • { Romantic Orientation: Straight Frayromantic } • • { Sexual Orientation: Straight Fraysexual } • • { Other Orientations: Polyamorous } •

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• { Parent(s): Crocus (Dad); Kiwi (Mom); and Eclipse (Mother/Father/Parent) } • • { Sibling(s): Dove, Cosmos, CallaLily, Stormbreaker, and Crow } • • { Other Family Member(s): Unnamed Family Members } • • { Partner(s): Several boyfriends • { Best Friend(s): Unnamed Dragons } • • { Friend(s): Unnamed Dragons } •

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• { Description: Scales are a new color every day, usually very bright colors though; Bright amber eyes; Has a disinterested, bored, and haughtier expression always; Small, agile body } • • { Personality: Quiet, sarcastic, a bit blunt, sweet when wants to be } • • { Accessories: Several flower necklaces; Flower crown } • • { Abilities: Venom; Color-changing scales; Prehensile tail; and Can speak Human } •

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• { Location: Pyrrhia (Rain-Night Kingdom) } • • { Diet: Fruits and vegetables } • • { Pet(s): Sloth (named Narcissus } • • { Extra Fact(s): Same as in my WoF Script } •

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• { CallaLily } •

• { Name: CallaLily } • • { Nickname(s): Lily } • • { Tribe(s): RainWing } • • { Age: 8 } •

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• { Pronouns: She/Her } • • { Gender Identity: Cisgender (AFAB) } • • { Sexuality: Lesbian } •

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• { Parent(s): Crocus (Dad); Kiwi (Mom); and Eclipse (Mother/Father/Parent) } • • { Sibling(s): Dove, Cosmos, Jasmine, Stormbreaker, and Crow } • • { Other Family Member(s): Unnamed Family Members } • • { Partner(s): FireFly (MudWing, They/She) • { Best Friend(s): Unnamed Dragons } • • { Friend(s): Unnamed Dragons } •

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• { Description: Usually white or a mixture of pinks, but it changes a lot; Has a tough expression always; Stockier body, but still agile; Bright green eyes } • • { Personality: Quiet, tough, sweet, whiny, and kind } • • { Accessories: A single flower bracelet on back left leg } • • { Abilities: Venom; Color-changing scales; Prehensile tail; and Can speak Human } •

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• { Location: Pyrrhia (Mud Kingdom, with FireFly) } • • { Diet: Fruits and vegetables } • • { Pet(s): None } • • { Extra Fact(s): Same as in my WoF Script } •

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• { Crow } •

• { Name: Crow } • • { Nickname(s): Little Bird } • • { Tribe(s): RainWings and NightWings } • • { Age: 6 } •

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• { Pronouns: He/Ze } • • { Gender Identity: TransMale (AFAB) } • • { Sexuality: Gay } •

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• { Parent(s): Crocus (Dad); Kiwi (Mom); and Eclipse (Mother/Father/Parent) } • • { Sibling(s): Dove, Cosmos, Jasmine, CallaLily, and Stormbreaker } • • { Other Family Member(s): Unnamed Family Members } • • { Partner(s): None (but has crush on a SandWing at school) • { Best Friend(s): Unnamed Dragons } • • { Friend(s): Unnamed Dragons } •

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• { Description: Has black scales with hints of metallic blues, purples, golds, and greens; Has a smattering of rainbow scales under wings like the night sky; A line of rainbow scales around foreleg that looks like a bracelet (shush, i can steal this from Fatespeaker if i want); Bright green eyes; Has a shy, soft, and wistful look usually } • • { Personality: Quiet, sweet, anxious, small attention span, and very daydreamy } • • { Accessories: A gold nose ring } • • { Abilities: Fire-breath; and Can speak Human } •

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• { Location: Pyrrhia (Jade Mountain Academy) } • • { Diet: Fruits and vegetables } • • { Pet(s): None } • • { Extra Fact(s): Same as in my WoF Script } •

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