#f/o cheshire

[fo-love]

me with Cheshire cat from Alice in distorted world

searching a tag for some sweet sweet content about your new favorite thing only to find out that thing is actually niche as hell and has a fandom of approximately five people

[fo-love]

YALL IM BACK ON MY CHESHIRE F/O BULLSHIT

photo credit!!

[villain-in-love]

He's so pretty when he's sleeping. Lady Shelly was one lucky woman (who do I have to kill for him to fall asleep on my lap...)

Never mind, he woke up and chose violence (still pretty, though)

[secret-smut-sideblog]

Pillow Talk

Astarion x F! Tav

18+ complicated/developing feelings, intimacy, heavy petting, urgent sex, dry humping, public sex (kinda), dirty talk, coming in pants (m!), implied trauma, miscommunication, tenderness, porn w/o plot

Tav innocently offered to help Astarion with his morning routine. But things get very close, and Astarion is shocked how her sweet face belies the sinful mouth she has...

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"So you fill in your eyeline, right?"

He looked up from his book.

"Pardon?"

She was wiping the stray blood off of her neck with her fingers. Startling him when they slid into her mouth.

They had struck up a routine, he drank and she stayed to chat or just lay in quiet in his tent for a while.

This platonic exchange was new to him, but he found it surprisingly comfortable. Even looking forward to seeing her. Big doe eyes peeking under the flap of his tent, asking for entry.

She pointed good naturedly at him, licking her fingers clean. His eyes locked on her mouth.

"Your eyes. Your lashes are naturally white, yeah?"

They were, but he was a mite distracted.

Tav was... deceptive in nature. All eyes and lips. Her voice a bright chirp. Freckles and dimples. A beauty that was fit to the innocence of summer.

But as he got to know her found that she was more debauched. Always willing to cause chaos, down for anything.

Even shocking him sometimes with the things that would come out of her pouty flushed lips.

The contrast was... interesting.

"Why do you ask?" He intoned, looking back to his book in feigned disinterest.

"Well, I could help. It must be hard without a mirror."

"Interesting. And what would you gain from this exchange?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not trying to fuck you Astarion."

He blinked.

She had brushed off his advances by turning the tables before. He came at her with honeyed words and she called his bluff, upping the ante with crude huffed words in his ear until he walked away flustered.

It vexed him to no end. To not only be bested but also how her words shot straight to his groin.

"You sure about that?" He smirked, unable to help himself.

She smiled Cheshire at him. Started pulling her shirt open. "You want me to make you scream, Astarion?" The last of her words coming out a loud moan. A dare.

"Would you pipe down?" He admonished, voice coming out a harsh whisper.

She giggled, closing her shirt again. The sliver of the curve of her breast hidden again.

His ears were flushed, closing his book.

She sat back, legs tucked under her. All innocent again.

"So...?" She sing-songed.

"Okay, fine." He huffed, acting terribly put upon.

"Yay!" She chirped.

He bit back the smile forming on his lips.

"If you so insist, you can assist me in the morning. Now begone from me, demon."

She giggled again, high rising bells. Waving her fingers at him as she retreated from his tent.

Gods, what a nuisance.

Completely ignoring the tightness in his leathers he blew out the candle.

The sounds of morning accosted him, groaning in his tent.

He lifted the flap to get some air but laid back down with a dramatic flop.

From the window of his tent, he watched his campmates mill around.

Only Karlach excitedly preparing for her day, greeting with big smiles and hands clasped on shoulders. Everyone else a smeared facsimile of alertness.

Tav was still in her long sleep shirt, but mostly put together. Hair in a long plait down her back, face washed. Talking to Halsin, though he couldn't hear their conversation. Halsin's eyes gazing down at her in clear desire.

She had to crane her neck to look up at him, basically standing on tiptoes.

At one point, she lifted her arms to stretch above her head.

He saw the druids eyes dip to her arched chest hungrily then back up to her eyes, carrying on the conversation.

Astarion felt a heat in his chest. Then shook his head.

This was none of his concern. She was beautiful, of course their campmates wanted her.

She looked over, seeing his tent open. Her eyes brightening. Opening her mouth to say something to Halsin then bouncing away towards him.

He saw how the druids face slightly fell and felt a petty thrill in his chest.

"Good morning~" She sung. "May I come in?"

It felt good, if not foreign, to be asked permission.

"Of course, darling."

She climbed inside with a little wiggle.

He turned to his chest, pulling the small washbasin out.

As he began his morning routine, she laid on the floor of his tent, snuggling down into his newly freed blankets with a happy sigh.

She had to know how adorable she was.

He reveled these moments, where it was just them in a comfortable silence. It was intimate, but in a way that didn't make him feel like he was drowning.

He rubbed his face clear, his unmade hair falling down into his forehead. Sighing.

"What I wouldn't give for a working mirror." He grumbled.

"Well, let me see. I'll paint you a picture." She smiled, looking up at him from his bedroll.

Though he couldn't see himself, he suddenly felt exposed. Knowing his face was bare, his curly hair free of pomade and unruly from sleep.

He turned and looked down at her with a slight frown.

She sat up and took him in.

Of course she looked radiant. Her bare face giving her an even more entrancing layer of beauty.

He tried to not squirm under her gaze.

"Well, your eyes are very beautiful like this, the contrast of red and white suits you. Your lips are full and arched. Jaw sharp."

Her eyes drifting up to his hair. Tilting her head and smiling wide, her dimples on display.

"And your hair is so cute like this. Like a big sheep." She giggled.

"I am not a big sheep." He huffed. "How dare you."

She bit her lip, still smiling at him. "Altogether very handsome. It's a good look on you."

He suddenly wanted to kiss her and blinked away the thought in shock.

"So are you going to let me do your eyeliner now?" She asked, clearly excited.

"You know what you're doing?" He asked, handing her the smudging pencil.

"Just because I don't usually wear makeup while trudging through the woods doesn't mean I don't know how to use it." She teased.

"Well some of us can afford to take less effort it seems."

"Careful, that was dangerously close to a compliment." She laughed. "Here, lay back."

He laid against some propped pillows and she straddled over him.

Her face coming over his, gently holding his head still.

He knew she meant nothing by the position or the closeness. But his heart still phantom pounded.

"Look up." She hushed, lining the bottom of his eye with sure hands.

"You know, I get why you feel strange about your appearance." She spoke softly, face stern in concentration.

"People are weird about me too. Most people only give me the time of the day if they want to fuck me."

His eyes had drifted up to the roof of his tent but came back to hers at that.

"Fuck me then forget me. Thought that was how things were going to be for me for a long time."

She sighed. "Maybe it still is. If we didn't have tadpoles to keep us together I think half the camp would be culpable."

She had taken the air out of his lungs. Unknowingly mirroring his own thoughts to him.

"Sorry, that's not your problem." She murmured, switching to his other eye. Her tongue sticking slighty out of her mouth in concentration.

It wasn't, and yet he felt guilty. After all, he still was planning to seduce her. It hadn't been working, but still.

"And what if someone wanted to be with you and stick around?" He hushed.

She looked at him, pausing. Then smiling sadly.

"I don't know. I've never gotten that far." She shrugged. "Could be nice. Or a nuisance, depending on the person."

He laughed low in his throat.

"Okay, done." She leaned back, admiring her work.

"Oh, wait." She hushed, leaning forward again, lips so close to his he could feel their heat. Fingers smudging gently along the outer corner of his eye.

He leaned up thoughtlessly and slid his lips against hers.

She froze in shock, then slowly leaned into him. Moaning softly.

He cupped the nape of her neck, pulling her into him. Suddenly hungry and needful.

Aware of the tent flap still open, he turned his body over hers, shielding her from view.

Didn't need all of their companions spying on them, did they?

They pulsed into each other, all heat and slick. Tongues twisting, desperate pulls of hands. Panting.

His mind was full of nothing but spinning desire. A heady miasma of need.

He couldn't maintain decorum anymore.

With an impatient huff he kicked the tent wall, the flap falling closed.

Pulling his shirt off of his head he dove back into her. Lost in her velvet mouth, the lamb's ear skin of her thighs. All the soft little sounds she was making, sweet bird cries.

His hands pushed under her sleep shirt, gripping onto her plush hips. Pulling her into him with a low moan. Grinding his hard length into her soaked underclothes.

Her head fell back, gasping out choppy breaths.

He could tell she was trying to be quiet and it ignited more flames in his pelvis.

"Do keep your voice down, darling." He teased in her ear. Pushing her sleep shirt up more, cupping her breast.

She leaned forward and ran her tongue up the point of his ear, panting hot.

His eyes hitched back, groaning.

"I thought we were being quiet." She teased.

Evil. Evil woman.

"Oh, you're being nasty again?" He chided, hips rolling of their own accord now.

He was trying to maintain the upper hand here but he was flushed and panting. His purpose narrowed down to getting more, more, more.

"Oh you want nasty?" She purred.

She pulled on the waistband of his leathers, pulling him into her harder. Hips meeting his in time.

"How would you want me if we fucked? Hmm maybe you would bury your cock in my throat and let my sweet tongue lap at your underside till I was gasping."

Oh Gods.

His eyes squeezed shut, hips pistoning into her.

"Mmm, or maybe you'd want me on all fours, my slick greedy cunt taking your cock. Slamming your hips into my ass, seeing it jiggle with your thrusts."

She pulled his hand to her ass to make her point, suckling down on his ear.

He bit back a moan, hand gripping into the round plush flesh of her ass. Panting into her neck, bending her leg out with his. Pulling her open for him.

"Hmm, maybe not those." She hushed into the shell of his ear. "Maybe you want me to lick your nipple, suckling it in my hot tongue. Lave my tongue over your chest until your arching your back so pretty for me."

His breath caught in his throat, cock unbearably hard. Hips stuttering into her.

"Ohh," She smiled, looping a leg around his hip. "That's it."

She pulled down with her leg, his hips melded with hers now.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair she pulled taut, bending his neck open.

He was dangerously close, the hair pull nearly sending him over. Stifling the moan caught in the back of his throat.

"How hard would you shake for me when I fucked my fingers into you? Milking the agonizing pleasure from you. Spilling your spend in gushes on my bouncing tits."

He whimpered, gripping down into her hips and began spilling in thick ropes. Biting down into her shoulder to not cry out. Hard pulsing strikes of near tortuous pleasure. Ripping up through his body with merciless talons.

She held him steady as he shattered over her. Hushing encouragement into his ear.

His eyes had started to water, a lump suddenly in his throat. Startling himself.

He allowed himself one more moment of her warmth before pulling away. Sitting up and facing away from her. Forcing his breath slow and even.

"Hey," Her voice soft, pulling close to him but not touching. "Was that too much? I'm sorry."

"No, you were devine darling. Just needed to catch my breath. You wore me out, you wicked thing."

He held his hand hard to his chest, steadying himself. You're safe. You're here. You're safe.

She was quiet behind him, then planted a soft kiss on the curve of his shoulder, rising up.

"I've overstayed my welcome." She said knowingly. "Sorry. I'll be out of your hair in a second."

He wanted to tell her that wasn't it. That wasn't it at all. He actually wanted her to stay, lay in that quiet again. But his body was all sharp edges, bristling.

She slid his shirt back to him and left his tent. "I'll keep my distance from now on, don't worry."

The way she said it, with a certainty of wrongdoing, like accepting a punishment. His heart ached for a moment.

Like she had wronged him.

The sweet thing.

No. No, he would find a way to fix this.

~

Part 2

[fo-love]

thinking about the fact the Cheshire probably hasn't had romantic attraction before I arrived in warped wonderland and then he feels butterflies and his heart speed up around me and is like ??? omg what is goin on

Your f/o’s heart get all fluttery when they think about you.

proship/comship DNI

[butterbabyflapjack]

i n d r e a m s , y o u ' r e m i n e . . .

[ hypnos (hades) x f!reader ] (18+)

[ TAGS ] explicit sexual content, lovesick, somnophilia, yandere, Hypnos is kinda a pervert, and by kinda I mean really, obsession, touch starved, non-con / dub-con because you’re asleep and of course the God of Sleep is going to take advantage of that, possessive behavior, body worship, oral fixation, male whimpering, pining, coaxing, Hypnos is shy and inexperienced and absolutely obsessed with you but that does NOT make him innocent in any of this, I’m incapable of not adding angst to everything

(artwork used with permission by O3tofu 💖)

“Well, don’t let me keep you, sweetling,” Hypnos says, gaze dancing over yours. “You better run along before someone sees you with all this lovely contraband. You could get in a lot of trouble–and we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

You swallow thickly, shake your head, unsure if he actually expects an answer.

His smile grows, and you feel yourself tense as he leans down closer to your ear. “Or perhaps you would…?” you hear his cheshire grin. He chuckles, his laughter tickling your skin, and then he’s rising once more to his full height before you. “Off you go then.”

You’re a servant in the Underworld, and Hypnos – God of Sleep, Brother of Death – is undyingly obsessed with you.

What better way to worship that which he’s pined for from afar than to do what he does best? Lull you, unsuspecting, into the warm and darkened depths of sleep, before taking what he wants from you?

Wherein Hypnos, the obsessive embodiment of sleep, takes advantage of you while you're sleeping.

read on ao3 🩷

[slashmeharderdaddy]

HOMECOMING

SUMMARY: Art really missed Mal while she was out of town.

Face-fucking, oral (M receiving, F receiving)

NOTE: I’m in the middle of writing a novella and I did copy + paste some of this into a scene in my novella.

Mallory staggered in through the door and dropped her backpack on the hardwood with a dull thud. She was too tired to care that her Switch was in there; she’d worry about it later. Stretching her hands to the ceiling, she let out a yawn. Her back popped and she smiled. Mal was stiff all over from the flight, not to mention jet-lagged from the time difference. It could be worse, though; the jet-lag she’d suffered from last year’s trip overseas had left her with a churning stomach for a few days.

Mal flopped down on the deep green loveseat. Her eyelids had been heavy the whole way home, and she’d worried that she was going to fall asleep in the Uber.

BANG. BANG BANG.

Mal jolted upright. Her heart gave a flutter that she was still getting used to. Leaping to her feet, she darted back to the door and unlocked it before her visitor could knock it off its hinges. She knew he was fully capable of that; he was capable of a lot of things.

The door swung open to reveal a gaunt, white-faced clown with a black top-hat, a black and white jumpsuit, and oversized black shoes. His dark eyes glittered dangerously even as a smile stretched across his face. His expressions were always jarring, thanks to the black makeup that ringed his mouth and eyes, and the drawn-on black brows. Mal gulped. She knew having the Miles County Clown was a risk to her life, and more than once she’d wondered if she’d wake up the next morning once she told him she was going out of town. She didn’t think it would matter to him that she was returning.

Perhaps that’s why she’d brought him back a souvenir—not as a gift, but as a bribe.

Perhaps this’ll be my last night alive, Mal thought, her mind fuzzy from exhaustion. She smirked at the thought. At least I won’t have to unpack.

“I got you something,” Mal said before Art could do anything.

His eyes widened and his mouth formed a black O as he gestured to himself. Mal giggled. She still found it odd that someone as brutal as Art could make her giggle.

“Yeah. Hold on.”

Mal grabbed her backpack off the floor. It was checkered black and white—something she hadn’t even noticed until the cashier was handing her the receipt. Perhaps she’d been thinking of him without even realizing it when she bought it.

The plush moose keychain was stuffed in a side pocket. In a way, Art reminded her of mooses: goofy-looking at first glance, but they’d absolutely fuck you up. She didn’t know if he’d had anything to hang it from, but maybe the plush would be enough.

Art’s hands fluttered in the air on both sides of his face, and he flashed Mal another wide grin. He stuck his thumbs to the sides of his head, careful not to displace the artful tilt of his hat.

“No, I didn’t actually see any in the wild,” Mal laughed.

Art held his hands palm-up and tilted his head from side to side.

Maybe next time, she wanted to say, but she didn’t. She was lucky Art was fine with her flying to Vancouver…that she knew of. There was a silent understanding between the two that she was his, and the past two weeks would have given him ample time to make sure she never left Miles County again.

Art snatched up the plush keychain and grinned his Cheshire Cat grin. Mal couldn’t help but feel relieved as she watched him mime a conversation with the moose. Silently giggling, Art booped Mal on the nose with the moose’s snout.

Again her heart fluttered. This was nothing but a game to him—a long con to get her nice and comfortable before he struck. She had to remember that.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty? I could get you something to eat—“ Mallory said, stepping aside to let Art through before he barreled past her anyway. He paused on his way and turned to stare at her.

A chill ran down Mal’s spine. She knew full well the man was a cannibal. His blood-smeared lips on the night they’d met had made that perfectly clear.

After a moment he shook his head. Mal let out a breath.

He took a step forward. She sucked that breath back in.

Art threw his arms around her, knocking her off-balance for a second. Though he was much taller than her, he nuzzled against her stomach. His shoulders rose and fell, the violent clown breathing in her scent. Mal couldn’t help but smile.

“You really missed me, huh?”

In an instant he had her thrown over his shoulder, long strides carrying them both to the couch. She bit back a scream as he threw her down. This was it. This is what she had been waiting for with a sick dread curling in her stomach.

Art towered over her, a gleam in his half-lidded eyes. It was impossible to know what was going on inside his head. Again he stared down at her, considering. Reaching out a hand, he trailed his fingertips down her cheeks. It took every ounce of self-restraint for Mal not to shudder. Yet she leaned into his touch, craving the very entity she feared. Her lips brushed a kiss against his fingers.

Art withdrew his hand. A second later he was crouching between her legs, hands planted firmly on her knees. He had eaten her out before, but that still didn’t give her any power over him. He was a cannibal, and this was just one of many positions that gave him full access to her body.

There was his tongue, and the occasional scrape of his teeth—a warning, Mal knew, of what he was capable of. The temptation he was fighting. But the risk gave her a sick thrill. She’d known ever since whatever they had began how it would end: her blood on his hands, her guts spilled across the floor. Torn to shreds like every other victim. She worked to keep his interest. In the rare moments when she knew she was truly alone, she wrote out her will. The final line was an apology to her loved ones and the loved ones of his victims. An acknowledgement that she got the ending she deserved.

Mal gasped, her back arching. She bucked her hips against Art’s expert tongue. She still had no idea where he learned it, but knowing what he did, she knew it was better that way. One hand gripped his shoulder, while the other groped along his back. Her fingers curled around the folds of his suit.

His eyes flicked up to meet hers. She knew from the familiar crinkle at their edges that a smug grin was stretching across his face. Mal smiled back.

Art reached behind him. Mal’s stomach tightened. She braced herself for what was to come, her eyes never leaving his. If he was to kill her, then she would look him in the eye while he did it.

Zzzziiiip.

Art’s jumpsuit pooled around his ankles. He was slender, wiry, but strong despite his slight build. There was a dusting of dark hair at his chest. A dark happy trail started just below his belly-button, fanning out around the base of his long, slender cock. Again, Mal let out a breath.

His fingers curled around her throat, yanking her off the couch to kneel before him. Eyes glued to his, she leaned forward. Art watched her as she wrapped her fingers around his thighs and nuzzled the tip of his cock. His chest hitched. A bead of precum formed at the tip. Mal lapped it up, slowly trailing her tongue along the slit. Art’s cock twitched. He dug his hand into her hair. She hissed at the tightness of his grip.

She took his cock into her mouth, slowly bobbing her head up and down. Her movements were achingly slow; she wasn’t sure what Art thought about it, but he still let her tease him a little. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he would grab her face and fuck it, jackhammering into the back of her throat. She swallowed every time.

But now, she pulled back, releasing the head with a pop.

“I’m glad to be home,” she said softly. Art lifted a brow. The movement was almost imperceptible—his real brows were painted white, like the rest of his face. “I missed you.”

The clown’s Adam’s apple bobbed with a gulp. Still, he smirked down at her. One hand lifted to give the side of her face an approving pat.

“I thought about you every night.” Mal buried a hand between her thighs. Now both of Art’s brows rose.

Her tongue ran along Art’s cock and she moaned. Art shuddered in delight. Gazing up at him, Mal swallowed his cock, fighting the urge to gag. Art loved being balls-deep in her mouth. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of watching her choke on his cock just yet.

His grip tightened on her. He was getting impatient. Not wanting to test her luck with him any longer, Mal picked up her pace. One hand fondled his balls while the other ran along his length. When she looked up at him next, his head was thrown back, his mouth hanging open in ecstasy.

Art’s hips bucked against her. Her throat convulsed with a gag. He glanced back down at her, grinning as he ran his palm along her cheek.

Yes. Just like that, the gesture seemed to say.

Mal smiled around his cock. Art thrust into her again. She grabbed his thighs, bracing herself for what was to come. The first time she had done this, she’d squeezed her eyes shut, only to have Art slap her cheek. He wanted her to look at him when he fucked her face.

She remembered this now. As his hips snapped back and forth, she held his thighs in an iron grip, keeping her eyes on his. Art’s eyes were impossibly black, impossibly cold, yet when they held her she felt warm all over.

Mal’s throat spasmed. She dug her nails into his flesh, fighting the urge to gag. Drool ran down her chin, coating her chest. She knew he loved to see her like that.

Art’s pace quickened, grew sloppy. He huffed above her as he grew closer and closer to the tipping point. His fingers tangled in her hair, so tight as to send a jolt of pain through her scalp. And this time, she did gag, and a sadistic smile spread across Art’s face. Mal moaned around his cock.

One thrust. Two. Three. Mal choked as his cum spurted into her and coated her throat. Art thrust into her mouth again. This time he pressed his cock deep into her throat, burying her nose in his crotch. Mal was sure she was going to suffocate. Just when she was sure she was on the edge of passing out, Art pulled out, cupping her chin with an odd, detached tenderness.

Mal panted, still gazing up into his cold dark eyes. She beheld him with an adoration she never knew she could feel for anyone. Her grip on his thighs loosened. Art tugged on her chin, ordering her to stand, and she did. His hold on her was like a vise as he devoured her with another kiss.

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Ok, hear me out, but Denmark, America, or France having an s/o who’s very quiet around people and gets mistaken as shy; but they’re actually just distracted by seeing how much they can tease their partner without getting caught.

I think I understood the assignment. This is a slight spice post. So be warned.

America 

At a party, small gathering, to an absolute rager of a concert, you always manage to make his heart pump hard, especially to the other brain at times. 

-Artistotle or some shit 

This time, you were in a particularly crowded bar. Letting Alfred drabble on with other patrons about whatever it was. You weren’t contributing, just either flicking your eyes to one of the TVs closest to you, to your drink, listlessly checking your phone and….

Alfred’s eye twitches a little when he feels you pinch his ass. He was glad he wasn't mid-sentence. He reflexively reaches out his left arm to grab you by the waist. He was still fully invested in his conversation about comics with another nerd but was doing his best to try and keep you in check simultaneously. Alfred took another sip of his Jack and Coke. He’d need some lubricant not to be so riled up. He was determined to have some willpower this time. 

A Cheshire cat grin spreads across your face. It's time to up the ante just a little bit more. Your hand sneakily grabs his belt; you give it a slight tug once you do, you quickly divert your attention back to your phone. Alfred looks back at you briefly before he has to answer another question. 

That smile you wore didn’t fade. 

Your next attack, you walked your fingers up his bomber jacket. 

Alfred had to bite his lip mid-sentence this time. 

‘Damm it I can feel myself begin to rise.’ 

He continued on with the conversation anyway. 

You were trying hard to suppress a giggle. 

Alfred turned his head once more to quickly whisper in your ear. 

“I know what you’re doing Y/N….” 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, babe.” You boop his nose. Alfred’s face gets lightly dusted with red. Due to the alcohol and coquettish moves, he could feel blood begin to drain from his upper brain to his lower one. 

‘Damn it. Couldn’t they wait at least until we got back to the apartment?’ 

The people he was conversing with finally noticed you and acknowledged you with a polite nod and lifted their drinks. They hesitated to do more than that since you hadn’t shown much interest in the conversation they were having. They didn’t want to make the evening awkward. 

Alfred’s leather-covered hand squeezed your side. A silent warning? Or was it a cute tit-for-tat tactic he was employing? You were going to test and find out. 

Swiftly, your hand gripped his swiney thigh. 30% fat, 70% muscle. You liked to feel his somewhat floppy fat. 

A little more blood flowed to his lower region, making his jeans tighter. Alfred nearly bit down on his tongue, suppressing a yelp. He shifted in his seat to try and shake off your hand. 

“Y/N what are you doing?” He said on the side of his mouth. 

“Nothing~” You swirled your drink around in an attempt to feign a level of innocence. “Just enjoying my drink.” You take a long sip of it while you make eye contact with his cerulean hues. 

Alfred raised an eyebrow. 

“What? I’m just being honest.” He brings you in closer with his still attached arm and messes up your hair somewhat before giving you a forehead kiss. 

“Sure you are.” Once more, Alfred was being drawn back into the conversation. He turned his head without disengaging you. He chugged the rest of his drink hopin g it could slow the flow to Florida. 

Your hand suddenly maneuvered to the growing ball in his pants. Alfred had the urge to gasp loudly in pleasure. Instead, he extended his voice to assist him with getting out of there. 

“Hey! Bartender! Dude! I need the bill when you have a quick second! Thanks!” He then snaps his head back to you. 

“Alright, Y/N that's it game on.” He tilted your head upwards to peck your lips and both of his hands squeezed your hips. 

Denmark

From the exhilaration of old daydreams & fairytales, it mixes in together with just a bit of chaos. 

  -Sebastian the Crab idk 

The two of you had been having a wonderful time wandering the streets of Nyhaven. From the bright blues to the bold reds situated between the light whites…it all felt as though you were in a modern fairytale book. The crisp air of Fall refreshed you some as the salt from the sea filled your nostrils. It ignited an impish smile upon your face. You were only a few paces behind Mathias. As you encroached upon him, you decided to tap his shoulder from the opposite side of where you were walking. No other cyclist from the club flanked him from that side. 

“What the-? Y/N are you teasing me?” Mathias continued to walk along the colorful cobblestone path. He knew he’d have to summon all of his energy to repel your flirtatious attacks. 

“Nooooooo” You smile & guide your hand to quickly slap his ass. 

Mathias yelps in surprise. 

“Y/N being a bit cheeky today?” In turn, he pinches your butt to retaliate. You jump and playfully smack his hand away. 

“Heh. Are you annoyed that you couldn’t keep up with me and the others earlier?” 

“Nooooooooo.” Too prideful to admit that you were. 

Mathias pinched your cheeks, which now had a rosy tint to them. 

“Sure, Y/N, I believe you.” 

“Hej! (Hey) Mathias, cool bike tricks earlier! I’m jealous; where did you learn them?” A fellow biker from the club commented. As he became more intertwined with the conversation mentally, you were preparing for your next attack, so much so that you neglected to converse with your fellow companions on the trip. They tried but were met with only the basic pleasantries. Your eyes roamed from scanning the ground to remembering where his other weak points were. 

You bumped your elbow into his then continued to speed past him. At that moment Mathias's sapphire hues met your tantalizing (eye color) shades when you looked back looking for his reaction. 

Mathias cracked a coy smile. You’d be paying for your sins later tonight. For now, he continued on with the conversation he was having with other members of the group. 

You were itching to land another attack on him. A light bulb went off in your head and you were ready to try again. You slowed your pace so you could be directly behind him again. 

You walked your hands playfully up his back making sure they made it up to his broad shoulders.  

Mathias quickly snapped his head around to see the wide goofy smile you always had when you were messing with him. He adored that about. He swiftly grabbed your meddling hand. 

“Trying to start something Y/N?” 

“Hahaha. Noooooooooo. Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You flutter your eyes at him. You then pause to stand on your tiptoes so you can rub your nose against his. Mathias took that as an invitation to capture your lips for a few moments. When he finally let go he maintained your full attention with his eyes. 

“You’re a bad liar Y/N.” 

“So, maybe I am.” You boop his nose and gently grip his chin. You allow your bike to be fully supported by your legs while both of your arms reach up to intertwine with his perfectly spiked hair, which had been flattened slightly by his helmet. You tousle it, giving it more of an unkempt quality. 

“Catch me if you can.” You hopped up on your bike & sped away, knowing your Danish lover wouldn’t be too far behind. You knew messing with his spiky hair was an invitation to a playful wrestle. 

France

Romance is the passionate language of France. Nothing can defeat the suave. Except for a heart that has fallen deeply in love. 

                          -Victor Hugo, I think

You were at another one of Francis's popular soirees that he was required to hold each month as per his government contract. Since he’d been away from you since the work he had lately was picking up. He’s been on longer UN missions trying to finish up essential deals and meet strict deadlines. So you were determined to steal all of his attention tonight. 

You wandered over to your Frenchman, who had perfectly coiffed hair. It had been freshly trimmed and conditioned, giving his blonde locks a shiny quality. You were eager to run your fingers through it. You fluttered over to him, not really paying attention to the waves and gestures that allowed you to interact with others. Those people were far away from your awareness. Only one man consumed your mind. 

“Good to see you again, my love?” 

You kissed him on both cheeks to greet him. You stole a quick glimpse from his ocean-tinged eyes; there was a sparkle you cherished. 

However, you did also see the heavy tiredness that surrounded his eyes. 

“Great to see you too, Y/N.” He quickly kissed you back and grabbed your free hand that wasn’t holding your champagne flute. 

“I’ll only be here for just a little while longer. I just have to finish talking to these diplomats.” Francis whispered in your ear. The tickle of his short beard felt like a siren song. How badly you missed playing with his schlong. The wait had been far too long. So you decided that you’d speed up the process. You tightly squeezed his hand and inched it closer to him, making sure your thigh could briefly rub against his. While Francis let one of the diplomats drone on about something economy blah, blah. 

“You sneaky minx. I know what you’re doing~” 

“De quoi parlez-vous?” (What are you talking about?)  You pout before a giggle breaks out from your lungs. 

Francis missed that so much. You really did know how to envelop his heart with a special type of magic.  It made him feel as if he could fly. 

“Francis! My good chap, what do you think?” 

Breaking up the special moment that was building between the two of you. Francis gives your hand a reassuring squeeze and parts his eyes away from yours with a smile. 

You decided that it was time to turn up the heat. Can’t conversate correctly when all horned up. You separated your hand from his and traced your pointer finger to spell out, ‘You should make love to me.’ You did it repeatedly to rile him up. 

Francis had to bite down on his lower lip. The excitement began to build in his freshly pressed white pants. Your proposal was better than hearing this British man prattle on about numbers. 

You raised your eyes to glance over at him. You could tell it wouldn’t be long before he could no longer hold his cock back. 

Francis could feel the coming of Spring rushing to his neither region, making them uncomfortable. He shifted from side to side to try and stifle the uprising to no avail. 

“Oui…but…” He turned his head back to you, and a bright glint flashed across his eyes. Francis knew right then that–

His hair perked up all over his body, and he jerked up with a lightning bolt of pleasure. 

Francis's face suddenly turned brilliant rose. 

You’d had a firm grip on his Eiffel tower. 

“Well, Francis and I have some other business to attend to. I’m sure whatever you’re dealing with can be managed by you diplomats on your own.” Not caring if you made them uncomfortable with your bold and intimate display. 

“Y/N…. you naughty-” 

“Shhhhhhh… just kiss me Francis. It’s been too long a wait.” 

[fo-love]

HELLO THERE IS A FREE HORROR CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE VISUAL NOVEL CALLED ALICE IN DISTORTION WORLD (yugami no kuno no Alice!! originally Japanese!) AND I LOVE IT <33

my f/o, Cheshire, is from it !!!

heads up, though, it has blood and gore (both text and image), and has topics such as abuse (emotional and physical, both from mom), death of a loved one (and guilt because of it), suicide, delusion, control, corruption, cannibalism, and normal horror stuff (fear, discomfort, uneasiness, general threat of death/killing looming over your head)

bc it's October, horror selfshippers, feel free to reblog this post and recommend horror media (movies, books, games, shows, etc.) to your mutuals. bonus points if your f/o(s) are from the horror media you recommend. (I'll go first, may I recommend the movie Eat Locals (2017) and the novelization of the movie)

[musei-thoughts]

𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘐𝘐𝘐.

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘝𝘰𝘹 𝘈𝘬𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1491𝘸.

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧.

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘦.

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦.

"Uhm...sir, you can let go of my hand now." The gentle chuckle from you pulls Vox out of his trance. He hastily let’s go of your hand, fighting the urge to gawk at you. You looked so much like her that it hurts to even sneak a glance at you.

"O-oh, my apologies."

"Don't worry about it. I see you're new here, I hope you enjoy your time in Baba's cafe." Your smile gave off a gentle radiance that warms Vox's heart.

"I...uh y-yeah." He stutters, still staring at you.

...

You waited for him to take his food and walk away but he just stayed there like 🧍.

"Milord! Over here!" Vox turns to the voice of a kindred who was ushering him to come over to their table.

He walks over and sat at their table, "I'm so glad you considered going here. I see you've met miss Y/n." Shiro, smiled, acting as if they didn't witness Vox standing there an adorable idiot while ogling at you.

"Hey Shiro, do you know what day is it?" Nick, another kindred, asks; a Cheshire smile plastered on his face.

Shiro just rolls her eyes at her friend as he rambles on, "Today is the day where miss Y/n will finally give me her number~" Vox's ears perks up at the sound of your name. Why would you give him your number?

"First, we're gonna have a picnic date,"

'a picnic date?'

"...and then we'll fall in love,"

'Fall in love?'

"...and then KISS ( ˘ ³˘)!"

'K-Kiss?!' Vox shrieks internally at the thought and turns to Shiro in panic. The female just shrugs, "He's been like this ever since we met miss Y/n. Don't mind him." How could he not? The lad was practically fawning over you with those googoo eyes. It irked Vox a little, but he didn't let it get to him; I mean- who was he to intervene? He doesn't even know you apart from being a woman that looked exactly like his deceased wife.

Vox tries to ignore Nick and observed your lovely establishment. The café had a homey feeling to it that costumers couldn't get enough of. And for some reason, most of you regular customers were kindreds.

Vox didn't want to leave. Here, he doesn't find himself being troubled by his thoughts, he just feels so much at home...

Then, his eyes wander into the counter, seeing you serve the costumers with such kindness.

Was it you? Were you the source of this feeling? If you were, he sure will be coming back.

And he did.

"Vox! It's nice of you to drop by-"

The next day, he returns to the café.

"-again-"

And the next.

"-for the second time today."

You chuckled at the look on his face. Oh-oh, busted 🫢. "I...uhh...yes."

'I thought that was yesterday.' Vox internally screamed, sweating profoundly at your reaction. He was constantly coming to the café that he lost track of how often he went. You can't blame the man, he found solace being around you. Vox felt the comforting sense of familiarity from you but he doesn't go farther from admiring you from a distance as you tend to your costumers' needs.

He's shy, okay?

Give him a break, he's just taking his time to fully understand how he feels about you. How his throat goes dry whenever you strike a conversation with him, How he can't keep eye contact with you whenever your pretty e/c eyes meet his, How he wanted to pinch your cheeks whenever you playfully pout at him;

How his heart just longs for your company.

Crap. So, he DOES have a crush on you. 'Vox, what did you do? How could you allow yourself to fall for the sweet, beautiful, and lovable miss Y/n?' The demon whines internally, 'Though, who wouldn't? She's just so pretty- hidfhashgaslfnajwnkljs' He squeals into his hands. He was like a high school girl in love, pretty much a new look for the voice demon.

You didn't mind though. Vox was nice to have around and he seems to be enjoying himself so what's the harm of letting him come by more than once? Even so, the more that he spends his time in the café, the more you feel guilty for lying to him.

"You closing up for the day by yourself?"

"Sh*t Vox, you scared the ever-loving sh*t out of me."

"Sorry :("

"It's fine. Also, yes, I am closing up all by myself for tonight. Shinji's sister was in labor this afternoon, he had to leave early." You explained.

"How bout you, Vox? It's getting pretty late, why aren't you going home yet?"

"I'm walking you home." He replies. "Why?" You ask. "Because it's late?" and definitely not because he's curious about where you live. Oh Vox, even a 5-year-old could tell that you have a crush on her.

"Come on, Vox, I'm a grown woman! I can handle walking myself home!" You stated, flexing your 'guns' at him. Vox couldn't stifle his laughter when you started flexing your 'guns' at him. You looked so cute trying to flex your arms.

His reaction took you by surprise, god he looked so adorable, "O-oh shoot, I think I forgot my wallet inside, could you hold this for me?" You gave him your umbrella before unlocking the cafe's door and heading back inside. Vox just stood there waiting for you like a little kid, stepping on a random puddle to pass time.

"I'm back. let's go?"

The walk home was nice, the comfortable silence between you kept your mind at peace while Vox walked besides you wanting to break the ice.

'But she looks so peaceful...'

If he starts talking, he might ruin the mood, but if he doesn't Vox would have to wait for another time to talk to you and be with you like this, which he doesn't know when.

"Vox? Is there something you want to say?" You ask, worried about how constipated he looked. "I...uh, do you like twilight...?" He asks hesitantly, avoiding your gaze. "Actually, I do." Your conversation went on after that. The two of you shared such a nice time getting to know each other, just like old times.

Much to Vox's dismay, It didn't take long for you to arrive at your apartment. "Thank you for walking me home, Vox. I really appreciate it." He had a subtle pout on his face, sad to depart from you. You giggled, "Don't look like that, we'll still see each other tomorrow."

"R-right, well, I'll be going now. Have a good night, Y/n."

"You too, Vox."

Vox walks home, nothing else in his mind but you. He smiles, reminiscing about your smile and your sweet laughs whenever he did impressions of bowser or peter griffin. It's so nice to fall in love again. All Vox hoped for is for nothing to change between the two of you. Even if you stayed as friends of acquaintances, that's fine with him. He'll be satisfied even with just being in the background with you in the spotlight.

Once he waited for the stoplight to turn red, he realized that he was holding onto something. Your umbrella. He forgot to give it back to you. He stares at the umbrella, thinking.

"Should I return it tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'll just give it back tomorrow..." He nods to himself before crossing the street.

"-on second thought, I should return it now." He walks back but stops for a while, "Vox, no. that would make you look more desperate that Nick."

"fine." he sighs in defeat.

*ding dong*

You opened the door to see Vox standing there with a constipated smile. "Vox, hi! Uhm...what makes you drop by... ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ?"

"I...uh...you forgot to take your umbrella back...." he nervously returns it to you.

"Oh, thanks."

He just stood there smiling nervously like a teenage boy having a crush on his music teacher.

You sweat dropped at Vox before asking, "Would you like to-"

"-mama...?"

'Mama?' 👁️👄👁️ Vox wheezed.

He looked at the little boy emerge from behind you and watched you carry him in your arms. His heart was filled with a bittersweet feeling.

"Oh, is that your son?" He manages to ask.

"Oh, no..."

'Thank god.'

"...I'm just babysitting for a friend. This little guy just likes calling me mama." You smiled at the two year old, gently pinching his pink cheeks.

Then you spoke again, "I was about to ask if you would like to step in for some coff-"

"-YES." he exclaimed.

"E-eh?"

"I-I mean, I would love to, but sadly I forgot to wash my one-week-old tea kettle." He declines, not wanting to look and sound desperate.

"I'll be going now—again. Good night."

"Good night, Vox."

And so, the voice demon left, biting his fist and crying internally for not accepting your invite.

You closed the door, leaning your head onto it as you sighed. The guilt was really eating you alive.

"So....was that him?" A man from behind you asks.

"Yeah....

That's my husband."

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘮𝘶𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦 >:𝘋

𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 4���?

← 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 │ 𝘕𝘦𝘹𝘵 →

← 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 │ 𝘕𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 →

[xxinkys-ocsxx]

It's been a hot minute since I've shown my new Kandi bracelets so let's do another Kandi tour :D

My Kandi bracelets part 5! ^^

Kandi based off characters:

Cheshire cat bracelet because he's my comfort character as kinda one of my f/os?? Idk I just think he's cool

Randall bracelet because he is on of my F/os and I love him sm he's so silly

Bill Cipher(no yellow colour option😔) bracelet, once again he's a f/o and I was probably going to make one for him even if he wasn't a f/o tbh

This was from my friend in a kandi trade we did, I gave her a

rarity one and she gave me a pinkie pie one because she's my favourite out of the main six :3

I might remake this one, but I made a Jessica rabbit one awhile ago because I have a CRAZY crush on her lmao💀(I don't consider her a f/o tho)

[b0ba1nw0nd3rl4nd]

Roles:

Smiling Wonderland AU

Alice: Allan

White Rabbit: Pim

Tweedles: The Fun Twins (From the who murdered Salty episode) or Grim and Gnarly (Frowning Friends, IDK YET)

Bill (THE LIZARD): Rotten the f*cking snowman-

Dodo/Caterpillar/Duchess: Mr Boss (I DIDNT KNOW WHO TO USE FOR MR BOSS SO I THOUGHT U KNOW WHAT?! LES HAVE THIS MAN PLAY 3 F*CKING ROLES BABY!!!)

Duchess baby pig: ✨J A S O N✨

Cheshire Cat: Gwimbly or Charlie

Mad Hatter: Professor Psychotic

Sane Hatter (Family Guy reference): Doug

March Hare: Charlie or Gwimbly (AGAIN IDK)

Dormouse: Glep

Card Soldiers: The Bliblies

QOH: Brittney

KOH: Mr Landlord

Knave: Oscar

Gryphon and the mock turtle: Filmore and Duncan

[fo-love]

also Cheshire, rb for bookmark :)!

S/I: Hey Romantic F/O, there's something on your face.

Romantic F/O: Huh? What's on my–

S/I: *kisses them on the cheek* It was me! Haha!

Romantic F/O: ...You missed, S/I.

S/I: What do you mean I–

Romantic F/O: *kisses them on the lips* There you go. That's better.

[f-o-and-selfship-club]

My Disney F/O List!!!

Romantic F/Os❤️💖

Hades (Disney's Hercules)

Captain Hook (Disney's Peter Pan)

Jafar (Disney's Aladdin)

NOS-4-A2, Zurg and Ty Parsec (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

Maleficent (Disney's Sleeping Beauty)

Kronk (Emperor's New Groove)

Emperor Belos and Raine Whispers (Owl House)

Dr Facilier (Princess and The Frog)

Evil Queen/Grimhilde (Disney's Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs)

Ursula (Disney's Little Mermaid)

Dr Drakken (Kim Possible)

Lance Strongbow (Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure)

Jessica Rabbit (Who Framed Roger Rabbit)

Jack Sparrow (Pirates of The Caribbean)

Claude Frollo and Esmeralda (The Hunchback Of Notre Dame)

Sasha Waybright (Amphibia)

Nasira (Aladdin in Nasira's Revenge)

Darkwing Duck, Negaduck and Quackerjack (Darkwing Duck)

Pleakley and David (Lilo and Stitch)

Lord Dominator (Wander Over Yonder)

Cruella De Vil (101 Dalmatians)

Goliath (Gargoyles)

Dolores Madrigal (Encanto)

Goofy (Disney)

Fear and Anxiety (Inside Out)

[Queerplatonic]☘️💚

Gaston (Disney's Beauty and the Beast)

Ford Pines (Gravity Falls)

Toffee (Star VS The Forces of Evil)

Platonic F/Os💛🌹

Hunter and Gus Porter (Owl House)

Woody, Mr Potato Head, Bunny, Ducky, Rex and Hamm (Toy Story)

Buzz Lightyear (Toy Story and Buzz Lightyear of Star Command)

XR and Booster Munchapper (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

Varian (Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure)

Anne Boonchuy (Amphibia)

Wander (Wander Over Yonder)

Kiff Timberlay (Kiff)

Clopin Trouillefou (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Kuzco and Yzma (Emperor's New Groove)

Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck and Daisy Duck (Disney)

Oogie Boogie (Nightmare Before Christmas)

Bill Cipher and Soos Ramirez (Gravity Falls)

Honest John and Gideon (Pinocchio - 1940s)

Manny the Gargoyle (Ducktales – 2017)

Wall-E, EVE and M-O (Wall-E)

Bear (Bear in the Big Blue House)

Familial f/os💙🍒

[Parents]🍁

Jack Skellington and Sally (Nightmare Before Christmas)

Genie (Aladdin)

Victor, Laverne and Archdeacon (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Eda Clawthorne, Lilith Clawthorne, Darius Deamone and Camila Noceda (Owl House)

King Andrias, Lady Olivia and Hop Pop Plantar (Amphibia)

Clarabelle Cow, Horace Horsecollar, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit and Ortensia the Cat (Disney)

Scratch and Sharon McGee (Ghost and Molly McGee)

Geppetto and Jiminy Cricket (Pinocchio - 1940)

Bill Green and Alice Green (Big City Greens)

Stan Pines (Gravity Falls)

Dr Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb)

Horned King (Black Cauldron)

Bruno Madrigal and Pepa Madrigal (Encanto)

Smee (Peter Pan)

Glossaryck (Star VS The Forces of Evil)

[Siblings]🦋

Luz Noceda, Willow Park, Vee, Collector, Eberwolf and Kikimora (Owl House)

Tiana and Charlotte La Bouff (Princess and The Frog)

Meillin Lee, Abby Park, Priya Mangal and Miriam Mendelsohn (Turning Red)

Marcy Wu, Sprig Plantar and Polly Plantar (Amphibia)

Mabel Pines, Wendy Corduroy and Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls)

Molly McGee and Libby Stein-Torres (Ghost and Molly McGee)

Minnie Mouse (Disney)

Lena Sabrewing and Dewey (Ducktales - 2017)

Jessie (Toy Story)

Buttercup and Dolly (Toy Story 3)

Toaster (Brave Little Toaster)

Dopey (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs)

Quasimodo and Hugo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

[Children]🍰

Little Green Men (Toy Story and Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

Blanky (Brave Little Toaster)

Pinocchio (Pinocchio - 1940s)

Cricket Green and Tilly Green (Big City Greens)

Pea-in-a-Pod and Bonnie Anderson (Toy Story)

Antonio Madrigal (Encanto)

[Others]💜

Gwendolyn Clawthorne - grandmother, Edric Blight - cousin and Emira Blight - cousin (Owl House)

Hop Pop Plantar - grandfather (Amphibia)

Alice Green - grandmother (Big City Greens)

Pet f/os🐑🤍

Zero (Nightmare Before Christmas)

Flapjack (Owl House)

King, Hooty, Flapjack and Clover (Owl House)

Iago (Aladdin)

Tutter (Bear in the Big Blue House)

Slinky Dog (Toy Story)

Hooty (Owl House)

Mallymkun and Cheshire (Alice In Wonderland – 2010)

Figaro (Pinocchio - 1940s)

Pluto (Disney)

Hei Hei (Moana)

[gamercats-fight]

Welcome everyone to the Gamer Cats Tournament!!!

Under the cut is a list of all the participants in alphabetical order!

I will come up with the bracket hopefully in a couple of days, and I'm aiming for the voting to start AT THE LATEST on Feb. 4th, but I'll keep you all posted!!

#'s

707's Robot cat from Mystic Messenger

A's

Alexander the Great from Identity V

Ankha from Animal Crossing

Ann's cat from Identity V

Ashes from Fallout 4

Astrid from Spiritfarer

B's

Big the Cat from Sonic the Hedgehog

Blaze the Cat from Sonic the Hedgehog

Bloodfang Sabertooth from Far Cry Primal

Bob from Animal Crossing

Bongo from Life is Strange

C's

Cait Sith from Final Fantasy VII

Castle Town cats from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess

Cheka Kingscholar from Disney Twisted-Wonderland

Cheshire Cat from Alice: Madness Returns

Chilly from Soul Knight

Cisco from Gotham Knights

Coco from Cattails: Wildwood Story

D's

Daffodil from Spiritfarer

E's

Ebony from Marve's Midnight Suns

Eevee from Pokemon

Elizabeth the 3rd from Mystic Messenger

Espurr from Pokemon

Eve from Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

Evil the Cat from Earthworm Jim

F's

Frou-Frou from Scarlet Hollow

Fat Cat from Final Fantasy XIV

G's

Giovanni from Spiritfarer

Giovanni's Persian from Pokemon

Gizmo from Sally Face

Goomba Cat from Super Mario 3D World

Gouto-Douji from Devil Summoner: Raidou Kuzunoha vs. The Soulless Army

Grim from Disney Twisted-Wonderland

H's

His Majesty from Baldur's Gate 3

Hunter Slime from Slime Rancher

J's

Jean from Stardew Valley: Jorts and Jean the Helper Cats mod

Jibanyan from Yo-kai Watch

Jorts from Stardew Valley: Jorts and Jean the Helper Cats mod

Judd from Splatoon

Judge from Off

K's

Kabegami from Ōkami

Keats from Professor Layton and the Last Specter

Kiki from Animal Crossing

King Tom from Ni no Kuni

King from Tekken

KITR from ULTRAKILL

Kitties! from Rhythm Heaven Megamix

Kittyball from Chuzzle 2

Krampy from Cattails: Wildwood Story

L's

Léon from Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Justice for All

Leona Kingscholar from Disney Twisted-Wonderland

Leopard from Shadow of the Tomb Raider

Lucius from Disney Twisted-Wonderland

Lumi from Cats are Liquid

M's

Mae Borowski from Night in the Woods

M'aiq the Liar from The Elder Scrolls III

Meowth from Pokemon

MEWO from OMORI

Minecraft cats from Minecraft

Mitzi from Overwatch

Momo from Love Nikki

Morgana from Persona 5

Mr. Mew from The World Ends with You

Mr. Midnight from Fran Bow

Mr. Whiskers from Identity V

Ms. Fortune from Skullgirls

N's

Neko from Genshin Impact

Nintendogs + Cats's cats from Nintendogs + Cats

Nyan Cat from Nyan Cat: Lost in Space

O's

Orchynx from Pokemon: Uranium

P's

Pepi from The Arcana

Pete from Digimon Story Cyber Sleuth

Pixel from Scarlet Hollow

Pocket from Boyfriend Dungeon

R's

Raymond from Animal Crossing

[REDACTED] from Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Remlits from The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword

Rover from Animal Crossing

S's

Saber-toothed Tiger from Sacred 2: Fallen Angel

Stardew Valley cats from Stardew Valley

Shoe from Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Justice for All

Simba from The Lion King (video game)

Sims Urbz cat from The Urbz: Sims in the City

Slip from Cattails: Wildwood Story

Spider-Man/Bodega Cat from Marvel's Spider-Man 2

Spring from Lies of P

Steelclaw from Baldur's Gate 3

Stray cat from Stray

Super Mario 3D cats from Super Mario 3D World's + Bowser's Fury

Sushi Cat from Sushi Cat

T's

Tabby Bee from Bee Swarm Simulator ROBLOX

Tabby Slime from Slime Rancher

Talking Tom from My Talking Tom

Tally from American Acardia

Tango from Mega Man V

Tara from Baldur's Gate 3

Temmie from Undertale

The Beast from Slay the Princess

The Empress from A Hat in Time - Nyakuza Metro

The Star from The Arcana

The Tiger from Dr. Langeskov, The Tiger, and The Terribly Cursed Emerald: A Whirlwind Heist

Tiger from Tomb Raider 2

Toro Inoue from Doko Demo Issyo

V's

Vivi from Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE! feat. Hatsune Miku

W's

Wagahai from The Great Ace Attorney: Adventures

Y's

Yuumi from League of Legends

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

Me and my slightly unhealthy need for the lore is honestly something you're gonna get used to. Which is why I ask for 🧸, 🪩, 💖 , and 🥀 for sea otters AND chocolate cosmos pls hehe🫶

🧸 - it's valentine's day! what stereotypical valentine's day gift does your f/o give you? a box of chocolates, perhaps a stuffed animal?

sea otters - i think ace would probably want to give me stuffed animals since he knows i'm not a huge chocolate person. but if he did get me chocolate, he gets me dark chocolate because it isn't as sweet

chocolate cosmos - homemade chocolate. considering how weird orihime's cooking can be, that's russian roulette with extra steps but i try whatever she makes anyway

🪩 - you guys attend a party together! perhaps it's formal, maybe a ball? perhaps a masquerade? what are you wearing? do you/your f/o enjoy it?

sea otters - ace would probably just decide to go with the classic black and white suit and i'd probably go with a navy blue one or a navy blue dress on the form fitting side, maybe slits so my clumsy ass has some leg room but i really do rock a women's cut suit

chocolate cosmos - tbh, we'd rock the hell out of an alice in wonderland themed event with some out there ideas. i'm the cheshire cat and she's the mad hatter!

💖 - what's the nicest compliment they've ever given you? what's the nicest compliment you've ever given them?

sea otters - i told ace i loved his hands when he wasn't having the best of evenings. ace told me that he likes it when i talk a lot, i've been a stage 5 yapper my entire life and when we first met he thought it was annoying. now he finds it comforting

chocolate cosmos - orihime told me that she liked my natural hair when i finally stopped wearing protective styles in my exchange student days. i complimented the strength of her kindness and empathy which she is able to show to both allies and foes alike without discrimination

🥀 - has your f/o ever given you a bouquet of flowers? what kinds of flowers do they include?

sea otters - the first time ace ever gave me a bouquet of flowers was when we were kids and they were dead snapdragons because he thought i would find it cool that they look like skulls. and he was very much right, i loved it. dadan sighed but as long as i was happy she guessed it was fine

chocolate cosmos - i feel like orihime would give me sunflowers because they remind her of me =m=