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foxesscramble · 19 days ago

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Advent Calendar: Day Three

Kissing When the Ball Drops - Silencing Someone With a Kiss - Magical World AU || "Let's go home."

Lots of couples!

@allforthegamebingo

Wymack + Abby:

They’ve been sitting on the couch for a while. Their night had been loud and eventful, all of their kids filing into their house around four o’clock. The countdown had started and everyone had scrambled to be in the right place as they watched the ball drop on TV.

Wymack wrapped his arm tighter around Abby, her head dropping to his shoulder. "I don’t think anything will ever beat having all the kids home.” Abby murmured as the countdown dropped into the 30’s.Wymack let out a deep laugh but kept his mouth shut. That was something he wouldn’t confirm or deny unless they were by themselves.

There was screaming on the TV as the countdown reached zero. Wymack pressed a kiss to Abby’s forehead and rested his head on top of hers. "Here’s to another year with these heathens.” Abby’s laughter was buried in his shirt.

Andrew + Neil:

They escape about five minutes before the ball drops. They step outside for a smoke break and just a break in general from the loudness of their family. They don’t talk much but they can hear when the countdown starts. Their teammate's voices rang clearly even through the shut door.

“Out of all the New Year’s I’ve lived through, I think this is the happiest I’ve been.”The countdown hit zero inside the house and Andrew raised a hand to cup the side of Neil’s face. His eyes were focused and his voice was soft when he asked yes or no.

With a smile Neil met Andrew half way. Neil pulled back enough to rest his forehead against Andrew's. "Here's to another year of surviving.” Andrew rolled his eyes hard and pulled back so he could push Neil's face away with his hand.

Aaron + Katelyn:

It’s Katelyn’s first New Year’s celebration with the Foxes. She’s honestly having a blast. Nicky, Dan, and Matt keep her in constant conversation and Allison has drunk braided her hair no less than six times before midnight even hits.

Aaron sticks close to her throughout the entire night even when she steps out to get a drink. She draws the line when he follows her to the bathroom where she shoos him back to his teammates. He pouts but he goes back to the living room anyway.

The countdown has barely started before Aaron appears by her side again. Aaron grabs her hand and pulls her down the hall into a spare bedroom. She knew it had been his bedroom for a few summers.

The door shut behind her and Aaron turned with an oddly anxious look on his face. "I'm not proposing.” He dropped to a knee in the same moment Katelyn's heart did. Her heart sped up in her chest and she grabbed his hand tightly.

“I'm not proposing, but I want you to know I will. We're going to get married one day, Katelyn Wren Mackenzie, after we're done with school and we settle into our lives. Your family will be there.” He pauses to give her a soft smile and tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “Mine will too.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a jewelry box. A simple gold necklace was displayed at the heart of it, a swirly KM stood out in the middle.

Katelyn Mackenzie. Katelyn Minyard.

A name. A promise.

Katelyn grabbed the necklace with a shaky hand and clasped it around her neck. “Aaron.”

Aaron was standing and crashing their lips together before she got any further. Outside the echos of fireworks exploded. It was midnight.

Katelyn laughed again Aaron's lips before pulling back and whispering happily, “Here's to another year of us.”

Dan + Matt:

Dan finds her way back to Matt when the countdown finally starts, having been playing beer pong with Allison, Renee, and Kevin in the backyard. She and Renee had been winning.

Matt’s face lit up when he spotted her and a warm feeling blossomed in her stomach as he reached for her when she got close enough.

Matt pulled her close and Dan wrapped her arms around his torso, her head resting against Matt's broad chest. Matt swayed them slowly, his head resting on Dan's carefully.

The easy closeness she felt with him is something she hoped she’d never lose. It was always so easy with Matt.

It didn't take long before Nicky was screaming the countdown over the phone to Erik who had woken up at 5 o'clock in the morning in German time to spend the last hour of the year with his fiancé.

Matt pulled her impossibly close and smiled brightly down at her. “I love you beyond words Danielle Wilds.” Dan laughed but stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. It hurt her neck a bit, what with Matt being a giant and all, but it was worth it.

“Here's to sharing another season with you, Matthew Boyd.”

Kevin + Jean + Jeremy:

They stuck close to each other throughout the night. Kevin only wandering away when Allison came to drag him into a game of beer pong with the girls.

Jeremy cheered him on and laughed when Kevin gave him a frantic look that said save me.

After the game he made his way back to his boys. Jeremy was sitting on the couch with his legs thrown over Jean's lap. Kevin sat with his back against Jean’s legs and tilted his head back when Jeremy’s fingers started running through his hair.

None of them moved when the countdown started but Kevin opened his eyes lazily. Jean and Jeremy were both looking at him fondly.

“Here's to another year of me thanking God for being me Exy and you two.” Jeremy said with a crooked smile. Turning his head, he kissed Jean. Kevin let his cheek fall on Jean's knee as he watched them. He knew he looked like a sappy idiot but he couldn't bring himself to care.

The ball dropped and fireworks popped outside. “Happy New Year's, babe.” Jeremy said before leaning down to brush his lips against Kevin's.

“D’accord, d'accord. As pretty as talk are, c'est mon tour.” Jeremy pulled away with a laugh and let Jean take his spot sharing a kiss with Kevin.

Kevin smiled languidly. “Here's to another year of soulmates.”

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transcendingblood · 9 months ago

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I have a bunch of these Yggdrasil necklaces available on Etsy and I just got in supplies to make more!

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asherbakugou · 8 months ago

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Son of Arrax

King of the Gods, God of Justice, Law, Order, and Governance.

Queen Alicent Hightower stood at the balconey of her apartments – the lavishly furnished Queens Apartments – eyes unfocused as she looked down towards Aemma's Garden, only recently finished by the wrokers sent by Lord Tyrell as a gift to the pregnant Crown Princess. From where she stood she could smell all the different flowers that lined the beautiful garden and surrounded a pavillion carved from the same white stone the Eyrie was made of.

She waited impatiently for news of Princess Rhaenyra's labors, praying to the Seven that she would have a girl, furthering Prince Aegons claim. The skin around her nails was torn to shreds with drops of blood falling to the stone beneath her feet, but she hardly noticed.

Surely King Viserys Targaryen, her husband and Princess Rhaenyra's father, would finally see the craven whore his daughter was after she birthed the bastard of Ser Harwin Strong. He had allowed her to run rampant, giving in to every whim and wish she had. Why just recently he had given her the Heir's apartments! Only slightly smaller than the Kings own apartments and far larger than her own, which was just disrespectful to her, the Queen! Princess Rhaenyra and her heathen husband now had an entire floor within Maegor's Holdfast to themselves and their 'household', while she only had a single corridor filled with rooms!

Aegon deserved to have the Heirs Apartments as the Kings Firstborn, not the Royal Whore of the Red Keep and her Sword-Swallowing husband!

But no matter how many people she told the truth, those who adored Rhaenyra gave her everything. Her Uncle, Prince Daemon the Whoremonger himself sent ships of men, servants, healers, and midwives, an entire household of those he had personally vetted as the letter that had accompanied them had boasted. Alongside those ships were those filled with jewels, cloth of all kinds from Essos, Pentos, and the Free Cities, toys for the babe, furniture of all kinds for Princess Rhaenyra's new Apartments all sent by Lady Laena, Prince Daemons wife.

Lord Corlys was much the same, sending for the most exotic fruits, vegetables, seafood, and meat his money could buy. King Viserys had not only gifted her the Heir's Apartments but everything the Late Queen Aemma had owned from dresses to jewels, leaving her, the true Queen who had done her duty, to buy new ones after all of hers had been taken. It was humiliating to have to buy an entire chest of jewelry!

Lady Jeyne Arryn had also sent gifts, including the stone for the pavilion, such as old items that belonged to Princess Daella Targaryen and Queen Aemma Arryn. She even sent objects that had once belonged to her grandfather, Rodrick Arryn, much to the shock of everyone.

The entirety of the North had sent her gifts as well, from furs to men, simply out of loyalty and of course the Tyrells had built the princess a garden that was then named after her mother, planting four Weirwood trees in the corners of the garden much to her displeasure.

Fortunately Princess Rhaenys seemed to realize that the child was a bastard and the Baratheons had followed her lead in not interacting with the couple outside of what was deemed respectable. She was oft seen conversing with her son, conversations that ended with him storming away in fury, after the Princess likely tried to convince him of his wifes sins. But the poor man was besotted. No man had ever doted over their wife the way Prince Laenor did.

A quiet knock pulled the Queen from her musings. The door opened allowing Ser Criston Cole, her loyal guard to poke his head inside, "It is Tayla. She says she was sent with word of the Princess' labors."

"Let her in, Ser Criston. I wish to hear the happy news," Queen Alicent stated, tucking her hands behind her back.

"Of course, Your Majesty."

Tayla hurried inside waiting for the door to close before speaking. "The Crown Princess has given birth to a boy, Your Grace."

Queen Alicent scowled for only a moment before smoothing her features back out. "Do you know how the Princess fares? Does she suffer the same as her mother, the late Queen, did? And the boy, tell me of his looks? Who does he resemble more, his mother, his father, a relative perhaps?"

"The Crown Princess is well, already up and moving from what I saw, Your Majesty. She refused the wetnurse the King offered, told everyone within that she would not let her son be fed by a stranger when she was right there with milk to spare," Tayla smiled at the memory of the Crown Princess. "And Crown Prince Jacaerys Targaryen is beautiful, My Queen. A perfect mix of his mother and father."

The smile fell from Queen Alicents lips, "What? What do you mean?!"

"The babe had the hair color of his mother but its curlier, I believe. And his eyes are from her too, but his skin color is more like his fathers. I was not close enough to see his facial features but I could hear Lord Velaryon and the King celebrating him."

Queen Alicent stared at the servent silently before commanding, "Take me to them. Now. I wish to meet the newest member of the Velaryon family." She made sure to emphasize the name Velaryon, believing the maid had mispoken but she did not correct her self.

"Of course, your Majesty. The Crown Princess has been taken back to her Apartments in order to rest." Tayla turned to lead the Queen to the Heir's Apartments as Ser Criston Cole fell into step behind her, white armor gleaming as his cloak fluttered dramatically.

The walk was considerably shorter than Queen Alicent expected but that did not make it anymore pleasant. The walls of the entire third floor of the Holdfast had Valyrian Tapestries depicting family members and their respective dragons, starting with Daenys the Dreamer. There were even Velaryon tapestries hung up, pictures of sea creatures of myths and legends that made Queen Alicent shudder.

The halls were lit with dragonglass latterns that threw beautiful patterns along the walls. The group of three passed by several members of Princess Rhaenyra's Household, including Lady Sara Snow, Lady Annara Celtigar, and Lady Mara Karstark.

The large black wood door at the end of the hallway had Syrax, the Princess' dragon carved into the wood and filled with gold, the large green emerald eye acting as the handle. Standing outside was Ser Harrold Westerling and Ser Arryk Cargyll, the Kings guard for the day, Ser Harwin Strong and Ser Erryk Cargyll, the Princess' Guard, as well as six other guards, Velaryon and Arryn based upon their armor were posted in the hallway.

Ser Strong opened the door, calling into the room, "Queen Consort Alicent of House Hightower." He stepped out of the way, eyeing Ser Cole, who was smirking haughtily.

They knew his secret.

Sweeping inside, Queen Alicent found Princess Rhaenyra resting upon a beautiful, cushioned chaise, her youngest lady, Lady Sera Dondarrion, working oils through her long, golden-white hair.

"Ahh, my dear Queen!" King Viserys called, sat upon an armchair with his grandson cradled within his arms. "You will be most delighted to see what the Gods have gifted my dear grandson!"

Her smile nearly fell, but she quickly plastered it back in place, "A gift from the Seven-Who-Are-One? I would be delighted, husband."

"Come, come," King Viserys said, using his head to gesture her over. Coming to stand at his side, purposefully displacing Lord Corlys, who ignored her to focus on his grandson, she looked down, fully expecting a carbon copy of Ser Harwin Strong, no matter the reports of Tayla.

Instead soft, thick, curly golden-white hair formed a halo upon his head, the sunlight that streamed through the window giving it a soft glow. Purple eyes, the same as Rhaenyra's down to the color and placement of the darker black specks, stared back at her though she noticed a strange sheen to them, seemingly giving them a golden tint when the sunlight them. Dark skin, though a few shades lighter than Prince Laenors or Lord Corlys', though it was likely that it would darken if he became a sailor like his grandfather and father.

"Look," Viserys murmured, lightly brushing back the curls piled onto his tiny forehead. In white lines upon his forehead, etched into his skin, was a crown with a strange rune in the very center.

"It means 'King'," Lord Corlys stated, smiling widely. "Its an Old Language, shared by the First Men, Valyrians, and Ghiscari. The last time I saw anything like it was while I was visiting Old Ghis."

Laenor rolled his eyes as the two dads shared a laugh, while the babe cooed, turning his attention to his father.

"Does he have a name?" Alicent asked, voice tense. A glance to Rhaenyra told her that she could hear the tone change and was amused by it.

"Prince Jacaerys Targaryen, First of His Name, and Heir to me, the Heir to the Irone Throne and Heiress to House Targaryen. Tonight we plan to announce him to all the Great Houses," Princess Rhaenyra stated, smile softening as she looked to her babe.

"I congratulate you, Princess. Your Mother must be looking down upon you in happiness for your success, from the Strangers Embrace," Queen Alicent said, trying to hide a sharp smirk as Rhaenyra's gaze flashed.

"Lady Helaena, your dearest Mother, one of my own dear mothers companion must be looking upon me favorably as well. It is a shame she left so young, but she lives on in the paintings you or your father must have. At least I can look upon the mirror and see my mother at times, but you, my lady, are the perfect imitation of your father," Rhaenyra grinned, teeth sharp and poised at the throat. Alicent nearly gaped at Rhaenyra, shocked by the low blow. The Princess knew she had no paintings of her mother because they were too expensive for a second son to afford.

"Thank you," Queen Alicent barely hid a snarl with a false smile. "My husband, I fear I must return to mine own chambers to ready myself for the feast tonight."

She pressed a kiss to his cheek to hide the hatred and anger she yearned to let them see.

"Of course, my dear. I shall see you tonight then." The king was far more focused on the babe than he was his wife, not even registering the kiss on his cheek.

Queen Alicent stalked outside, Ser Cristin quickly falling into step with one last look towards Ser Harwin.

How could Rhaenyra have said something so cruel! Her father was right. This was no longer her friend but her enemy. Aegon would take his rightful place upon the Throne. Viserys would eventually have to see the truth, that his daughter was unfut to rule, that women were unfit to be in places of such power.

From now on she had to begin finding allies for herself, especially now that her father was no longer the Kings trusted Hand and advisor. Her first act would have to be discrediting the rumors that were sure to appear once people saw the birthmark upon Prince Jacaerys' forehead.

Nearly flinging her door open she ordered the servent within to find her best green dress. The maid bowed and scurried into the adjacent chamber to find one while other servents were called to bath her.

For two hours she allowed herself to be pampered, both in the bath and outside it, before allowing the servents to carefully lace up the beautiful generald green dress with tight sleeves, a high neckline, and beautiful green detailing around the bust and waist, emphasizing her small figure. After Aemond she had easily dropped the added pregnancy weught, something she doubted Rhaenyra would be able to do.

Queen Aemma had always looked swelled, or unhealthy and it wouldn't surprise her if Rhaenyra was the same.

Crown Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen smiled as Cylia and Morgana Strong carefully aided her towards her bathing chamber, where a steaming bath awaited. Maester Mellos, who the King had allowed in after Queen Alicents departure, had tried to insist that a hot bath was unhealthy but the healer had disregarded that. Apparently the woman had helped Saera Targaryen give birth several times and the older woman always felt better after a steaming bath. It was a Targaryen thing, she said.

Rhaenyra could see the different herbs one of the other healers had added and could not help but ask, "What kind of herbs are in here?" She sank into the water with a near moan, muscles relaxing.

"Yarrow to reduce swelling, lemon balm to keep fevers and sickness at bay, and witch hazel to help the healing process," Healer Ana answered, carrying over a cup of tea. "Your grace, I suggest drinking nettle tea for the next three days in order to quicken the healing process. It shall also aid in milk production to make your son grow quicker and healthier."

Nodding, Rhaenyra took the tea, relieved at the warmth that slid down her throat. Luckily it had been sweetened by honey and the slightest bit of milk so she could ignore the bitter tasting liquid easier. "Thank you."

"Of course."

She was happy to note that Healer Ana had remembered her decision to breastfeed Jacaerys herself, rather than passing him off to a wet nurse as most did. Her and Laenor had agreed that they could not trust anyone, so it would be safer, and seemingly healthier according to the midwives, for him to feed from her.

For a good hour she soaked, drinking several cups of tea during the time, as Morgana and Cylia painted her nails a beautiful dark red, a very expensive shade her goodsister had sent her. Once the water had cooled, she was dried and dressed in a plain towel so Sera could braid her hair in a simple crown.

The dress she chose was black with red and gold trim, long draping sleeves filled with soft fur, made in the Northern style. It had been a gift from Lord Rickon Stark and his young son, Cregan Stark, and one she quite adored. Pulling it on, she admired the softness as she swept out of her dressing room, finding all three men still cooing over little Jacaerys.

"Father, Goodfather, I believe you the feast will be beginning in an hour," Rhaenyra said, smiling at the slight panic both men obviously felt.

"Ahh, you're right, my dear," Viserys pressed a kiss against her cheek as his eldest gently took Jacaerys. "I shall see you tonight for the feast."

"As will I. You did well, my son," Lord Corlys stated, clapping Laenor on the shoulder. He gave his father a strained smile, escorting the two from her Apartments, before nearly slumping against the door.

"I can not believe him sometimes. Did you see his face when we introduced Jacaerys?!"

"Did you see the Queens? She looked as if she sucked a lemon when she saw our little boy."

Laenor laughed, vividly remembering the shocked look upon her face, as well as the look on her face when she saw his marking.

"I must admit, I was surprised by the marking as well. I know Arrax told us he would lay claim upon his . . . our? . . . son, but I did not realize it would be so visible," Laenor admitted, lightly brushing his fingers over Jacaerys' forehead, smiling at the quiet coo.

"It is a boon either way. The servents, healers, and midwives that were present during the birth will gossip, and after tonight, when all the Lords and Ladies we invited see it they will know that Jacaerys is my rightful heir. The Greens will see that he is no bastard, that he is more Valyrian than the Queens half-breed children."

Laenor grinned, pressing a kiss against her cheek. "I love when you get all viscious. Unfortunate that I must depart from my beautiful lady wife and handsome little boy to dress myself for tonight's feast." He pressed another kiss to her lips to further seal the act, having noticed Sera emerge from her dressing room, before taking his leave.

The Great Hall was beautifully decorated with tables made of oak holding dragonglass vases filled with flowers, red, black, sea-green, and silver silks across the tables. Every seat was filled, with every Great House having arrived within the last two weeks and several smaller Houses having been invited as well.

House Hightower, House Redwyne, House Lannister, and House Bracken all wore green, whether it was a dress, jewelry, or a doublet. Everyone else within the hall wore black alongside their House colors, filling the hall with an array of colors.

House Targaryen and House Velaryon sat at the largest long table situated at the front of the hall, with nearly all of them in attendance. Princess Rhaenys, who had yet to be introduced to her grandson, had a pinched look upon her face, much to Ser Otto Hightowers delight.

It was very obvious to everyone that she thought, knew, that Prince Laenor and Crown Princess Rhaenyra's newbirn son was a bastard, likely begotten by Ser Harwin Strong.

The doors swung open, "Announcing Crown Princess Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne, Heiress to the House of Targaryen, Future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, and her husband, Prince Laenor Velaryon, Heir to Driftmark, High Tide, and to the House of Velaryon, Future King Consort to Crown Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen."

The announcer did not give the name of the babe swaddled in Prince Laenors arms, giving the Royal Family that opportunity to officially announce him and his titles.

"My dearest daughter," King Viserys called, standing from his seat at the head of the table. "Lords and Ladies of the Realm, I must say today is a glorious day for the combined Targaryen-Velaryon. My heir has had her own heir and secured her lineage."

"Thank you, father. Thank you, Lords and Ladies, for traveling so far to be here with us on this joyous occasion. While I am before you tonight I wish to address the rumors about the birth of my son," Crown Princess Rhaenyra stated, holding herself with grace. Prince Laenor eyed the Hightowers who were all sharing small sneers with each other.

"Yesterday afternoon my wife began her labors within the Throne Room, before giving birth to my son early this morning in the shadow of the Iron Throne," Prince Laenor announced, fighting back a smirk when the sneers dropped and everyone one began whispering.

"Now, I would like to introduce our son. Crown Prince Jacaerys Targaryen, Heir to the Heiress of House Targaryen, and Heir to the Heir of the Iron Throne, Future King of the Seven Kingdoms!"

The Blacks cheered for their future Queen and King as Crown Princess Rhaenyra tilted her son towards the crowd, showing them his curly golden-whitr hair and dark skin.

"Now please, feast! Celebrate!" Laenor shouted, earning even louder cheers as the two rounded the table to sit down.

"Laenor," Rhaenys murmured, purple eyes boring into her gooddaughters head. "Princess Rhaenyra."

"Mother," Laenor greeted coldly, not even deigning to look at his mother. She glared at her son, making to speak before Corlys cut her off.

"Rhaenys," Corlys began, keeping his voice low. "Just hold the boy for a moment."

"I refuse."

Laenors muscles locked in place, grey-purple ryes flashing with fire. Rhaenyra knew that if they had been closer to the Dragon Pit they'd be able to hear Seasmokes roars of fury.

"Then I believe its high time you return to Driftmark, Princess Rhaenys," Laenor snarled, viciously stabbing a clam upon his plate. "I will not have my son mocked, I will not let you give the Greens fuel to attack my wife and son. So if you are going to act like a petty child than I do not desire to have your company during this celebration, nor does my wife or son."

Rhaenys and Corlys both gaped at their son as Rhaenyra smiled, placing a hand on the crook of his arm and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "I thank you, husband mine."

"Laenor . . ." Rhaenys hesitated when she saw the look in her sons eyes. "Fine. Let me see the babe."

Rhaenyra was reluctant to pass over her son to the woman who had been the source of several of their problems recently but she did. Jacaerys settled in his grandmothers arms, only opening his arms once he was comfortable.

Staring down at the babe that looked so similar to Laenor as a babe, Rhaenys could not help the wave of guilt that flowed through her. "Laenor, Rhaenyra, I–"

The deep gutteral bellow of a dragon made the castle shake, scaring the guests within the hall. Wives reached for husbands as men reached for blades, looking around wildly.

"That . . . Is that not Vermithor?" Corlys questioned, standing from his seat. King Viserys sought to calm the people but another riar from the Bronze Fury only stirred them up more.

Jacaerys cooed, purple eyes gleaning as he was taken back into his mothers arms. Looking down Rhaenyra found the same love she felt for Syrax, the same she saw reflected in Laenors eyes whenever he saw or spoke of Seasmoke, and she knew.

"SILENCE!" Laenor commanded, having recognized what was happening as well. "Vermithor is not here to attack, but to claim his rider."

Crown Princess Rhaenyra swept from the Great Hall, heading towards the courtyard that Vermithor would have to land in if he wished to fit.

The Bronze Fury was stunning with scales of beaten bronze and copper, red-bronze spikes around his narrow face and along his spine seemed to shine in the light of the setting sun.

Hundreds of people, nobility and smallfolk alike, were witness to Vermithor meeting Crown Prince Jacaerys Targaryen before allowing Prince Laenor and his rider upon his back for a flight around King's Landing. There was no possible way for Otto to manipulate the circumstances to better serve him. Everyone would know what had happened that day.

Crown Prince Jacaerys of House Targaryen, First of His Name, Heir to the Heir of the Iron Throne, Heir to the Heiress of House Targaryen, the Born King, the Divine Ruler, He Who Was Born in the Shadow of the Iron Throne, the Lawful, the Bringer of Justice, the Judge, the Rider of Vermithor, the Bronze Fury, the King's Mount, had been born.

#house of the dragon #demigods of valyria #demigods #myths #rhaenyra targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #laenor velaryon #vermithor #laena velaryon #daemon targeryan #king viserys #queen alicent #otto hightower #iron throne #red keep #kings landing #ser harwin strong #ser criston cole

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monstrouslyobsessed · 1 year ago

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—my beastfolk characters

—what is 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔨𝔰?

✵may not be mobile-friendly, is currently in progress ✵will undergo changes and additional basic information in the future ✵contains basic information only ✵more to come!

✵this contains a LOT of potential tws, ranging from heavy noncon, pregnancy, abuses, to borderline incest, so please take heed if you're reading on.

✵click here for my monster characters!✵

✵EVERY CHARACTER LISTED IS ABOVE 18+/CONSIDERED AS FULLY GROWN ADULT IN THEIR SPECIES.

𝕃𝕒𝕕𝕪 ℍ𝕪𝕖𝕟𝕒 | ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕒 Lady Hyena | President of the Appalachia*

✵hyena fangedfolk;;possessive|hungry yandere

✵the lady hyena, once powerful leader of her tribe, now the leader of an entire country. —name is not yet known.

✵one of the most dangerous beastfolks there is, she once was kept prisoned alongside her people and other beastfolks in the zoo. suppressed by the human world government before it collapsed. once freed, she rescued the caretaker and claimed her as her pet—and for herself. have the highest political leadership / power in the country. —had gone through pre-zoo (as a child), zoo (young adult), zoo breakout (adult), and post-zoo (adult with a family) eras

✵kinks;;; petplay (darling is the pet and she’s the master), mild doll kink (dressing up her darling in cute/pretty things), mild bdsm, toys under clothing (darling), breeding, oral (both receiving and giving), deepthroating (receiving), titjob (receiving), rough sex, knotting, somnophilia

she/her is not cis (technically?) was in her early 30s when she first met her darling in zoo is a hyena, one of many leaders for the beastfolks later became the President of the Applachia (apx. 40yo) looks very masculine from the first glance beefy, tall is very hyena-like in appearance black snout, big teeth big af ears brown fur with lot of black patches thin, curled tail likes wearing jewelries, from earrings to necklace likes colored nail polishes on her claws but ultimately, not very girly—she likes showing that through her darling usually teal eyes, sometimes amber depending on the lighting black and long foofy mohawk mane have both stripes and spots one of her ears is half-missing, a testament from her past battles inherited some traits from her wolf grandmother have both female and male parts due to the nature of hyena very confident in herself to the point of very aggressive and arrogant can and will tear you up like paper scraps will hold grudges loyal to her clan and will take care of them but can be very petty to other people even over minor stuffs is consider a ‘human lover’ / 'humanfucker' and disgusting by many other rival beastfolks politicians / leaders, a hypocritical lots very sweet on her darling though insult her darling to her face—and even behind her back, you’re dead within a day is very horny almost 24/7, expect to have her d inside you at almost all times gets pretty drooly after the zoo, she landed herself a very nice mansion with a huge swimming pool in the basement is surprisingly modern is a lesbian

relationships? ❤️the lioness —lady hyena considers the lioness one of her besties. —wishes the lioness would be less soft-spoken. 💀conservative lion —she considers him one of the biggest hypocrites of all for hating humankind, yet stinks like he 'touched' a human on a daily basis. —wishes she could guts him herself, but couldn't due to his political influences. one day she will end him, or oust him and humiliate him as a humanfucker.

*Appalachia is fictional version of America.

✵tags; werehyena (old tag), lady hyena, hyena

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 | 𝕍𝕚𝕔𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕗𝕦𝕝 The Lioness | Vice President | the Faithful

✵ lion whiskeredfolk;;smothering|gentle yandere

✵once considered a heathen for not conforming to her old tribe traditions, she is now serving one of the most powerful political forces in the country as the vice president —name is not yet known.

✵one of the most dangerous beastfolks there is. like lady hyena, the lioness was also kept prisoned alongside her tribe and other beastfolks in the zoo. it took her darling giving her the top surgery the lioness desperately needed for her to find confidence to fight the oppression. sadly it came with the cost of losing the support of her tribe, but in the lioness' view, she considered it a fair trade-off for her happiness and other beastfolks' welfare. after the zoo collapse, the lioness searched and claimed her darling. —had gone through pre-zoo (as a child), zoo (young adult), zoo breakout (adult), and post-zoo (adult with a family) eras

✵kinks;;; praise kink (both receiving and giving), mommy kink (darling calling her mommy), cockwarming, toys under clothing (darling), breeding, oral (both receiving and giving), deepthroating (receiving), titjob (receiving), rough sex, somnophilia

she/her, they/their is not cis, transitioned and had a successful top surgery was in her early 30s when she first met her darling in zoo is a lion, exiled for eventually refusing to conformed to her tribe's sexist traditions and beliefs tries her best to look feminine but she still is fond of her very poofy mane beefy, very tall is nearsighted so she wears glasses has tribal tattoos everywhere on her body has a thick braid on her back long tail, wrapped in old gold she can't seem to get rid of loves wearing professional dresses likes wearing colorful nails, one of her favorite activities is having her darling to paint her nails for her like all cats, she got a spiky dick does not like conflict but will end them soft-spoken, gentle to her darling but does have her dangerous moments, esp. during her darling's heats rarely holds grudges despite being the vice president, she does not like socializing loves reading and will listen to good audio books lives in a modest home with her darling but plans on upgrading if/when her pride grows bigger with more cubs wants a big family, doesn't mind adopting have very few people she considers good friends doesn't like showing off her darling will make her darling work for rewards isn't that horny but she must have her darling to smell like hers at all times she'll eat your face if you insult her darling is more traditional huge cottagecore type of person is a lesbian

relationships? ❤️lady hyena —the lioness holds her very dear to her heart. —might harbors a tiny crush on her. —wishes lady hyena would just chill sometimes. 💀conservative lion —lowkey she hates him and wishes he would just disappear. —but the lioness is a little sympathetic on why he's like this. —would not miss him if he disappear and would probably celebrate though.

✵tags; the lioness, lioness

ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕠𝕟 | ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝔽𝕠𝕖 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕪𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 Conservative Lion | Political Foe | the Hypocrite

✵lion whiskeredfolk;;dangerous|abusive|possessive yandere

✵a prideful segregationist politician who wanted to strip humankind of every possible right and to put them all in zoos as revenge for what was done to him. —name is not yet known.

✵he once had a mate and a family of cubs and lost them to humans. since the day they were separated, he held grudges and became a very hateful person. he vowed to end the humankind by any way possible, by finding allies and using his charms to gather supports. this led him to become a powerful rival against the lady hyena—only for him to find obsession in an unfortunate little human servant. —had gone through pre-zoo (as a young adult with a family), zoo (adult), zoo breakout (adult), and post-zoo (older adult with unwilling darling) eras

✵kinks;;; heavy sadism / bdsm, scarring / branding, humiliation (his darling), toys under clothing (darling), forced oral/deepthroating (receiving), rough sex, somnophilia, has a huge thing for collaring, cumstuffing

he/him is a cis was in 30s when he lost his family (pride) is in 60s when he met his darling, a dilf is very beefy and tall greying dark mane, with couple of braids may have a bent in the middle of his tail has a scar on the left side of his lips from his younger days has tribal tattoos mostly on his back likes and prefers wearing straight 3-piece suits despite bragging his wealth, he has no gold anywhere on his person like all cats, he got a spiky dick has no shame in using it to hurt his darling believes in human slavery is a very resentful person holds even the petty grudges although he looks charming in public, has no shame in spreading nasty rumors treats his many human servants poorly but does not outright neglects them, everyone got fair amount of food and water and a shelter but will put off doctor visits until very last minute if sick or injured is disgusted with 'humanfuckers' and will judge them, even those in his circles yet when he realizes the appeal behind 'fucking a human', he still judges the others for doing the same treats his beastfolk employees very well however and pays them more than fair is a hypocrite shows off his wealth has several huge properties, gaudy and too big for his needs does not want a(nother) family, so no children for him...yet his instincts clamors otherwise with his human darling treats his darling slightly better--or possibly worse depending on your perceptive was rumored to be a kind person before he lost his mate and cubs...? does not really change that much for his human darling however will face his music one day...probably is a traditionalist (aka he's a misogynist) his sexuality is not known, but he's probably straight...?

relationships? 💀lady hyena —hates her guts. —very keen to take her down and humiliate her one day. —yet gets humiliated himself when she won the votes to be the president. 💀the lioness —hates her guts too. —thinks she's pathetic for going against their common traditions.

tags; conservative lion, the lion, tags to be added

ℙ𝕒𝕡𝕒 𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝 | 𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪 𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝 | 𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪 Papa Bull | Daddy Bull | Daddy

✵bull hoovedfolk;;possessive|hungry|gentle|fatherly yandere

✵a retired bull beastfolk, widowed and is father of five, an ordinary beastfolk citizen who adopted a human pet for himself —name is not yet known. —his timeline is not clear, takes place in post-zoo as an older adult when he adopts his human pet darling —his rough character design is here.

✵kinks;;; aftercare, breeding, milking, cockwarming, pregnancy sex, anal, oral (both receiving and giving), deepthroating, more aftercare, stomach bulging, marking with cum, daddy kink he/his is a cis was in his mid-to-late 30s when he lost his wife is in his late 50s, early 60s when he adopted his human pet (his darling) is a dilf is a very fatherly person is quite beefy and strong, but got bit of guts hanging out got a big beef cock, usually in its sheath has some black spots on it can lift a car without trying wears glasses since his eyes are going loves wearing plaid shirts is a bit oldie in fashion sense is black in fur (but is greying), with huge set of horns has a long trailing bread has a write stripe on his nose does a lots of 'stereotypical' dad things, from fixing cars and fishing but he also does a lot of "nonmanly" things, such as knitting, cooking and gardening, and is proud about it has many hobbies, from completing puzzles to writing his ongoing fictional book series doesn't seem to care much for sports though loves taking photos of his family is a true family man has five children, all adults at the time of his adopting his darling though he will have sixth with his darling, with possibly more on the way in his future yes, he wanted more children has multiple siblings, with some outside the country is fairly open-minded for his age but did not like politics and was not actively partaking into anything until after dandy came out but was not actively voting for humans rights until after he adopted his human sometimes misses his wife and likes sharing stories about her even with his darling his sexuality is a bit vague, but is het-leaning

children —dahlia, the oldest daughter, a bit conservative, is childfree, and has a husband (in her mid-30's at the time of meeting his human) —duke, the oldest son, the second born, and...has issues that his father is not (currently) aware of (in his early 30's at the time of meeting his human) —dandy, the third child, flamboyant and non gender conforming, and has a partner and a child. (in their late 20's to early 30's at the time of meeting his human) —dusty, the fourth child, the second daughter, very hateful toward humans (in her late 20's at the time of meeting his human) —dorothy, the (then) youngest daughter and the sweetest, loves humans, and has a human pet of her own with a child. (in her 20's at the time of meeting his human) —devon, the youngest born from the father's human darling

relationships? ❤️/💀duke —loves his boy. —but he does wonder about him, having noticed his tendencies to model himself after him to the tee earlier in duke's youth. —is/was naive to duke's true intentions of getting rid of him to steal his human darling. —if or when he knows though... ❤️dorothy —his sweetest baby girl. —dorothy is the most supportive of his taking a step to loving his human and is the most eager to be a big sister to his future calves. —he did initially think dorothy was reckless when she found a intimate relationship with her human pet and having her own calf from it but eventually realized how wonderful it was to love a human through his darling. —credits dorothy for his meeting his darling.

✵tags; papa bull, bull beastfolk, bull

𝔻𝕦𝕜𝕖 | ℙ𝕒𝕡𝕒 𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝’𝕤 𝕊𝕠𝕟 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕖𝕗 Duke | Papa Bull’s Son | the Thief

✵bull hoovedfolk;;manipulative|jealous|hungry yandere

✵papa bull’s second oldest child, the firstborn son, a working beastfolk citizen who covets for his father’s human pet and frequently ‘borrows’ the human for his preuses —takes place in post-zoo as an adult when he first saw his darling —his rough character design is here.

✵kinks;;; unusual places of fucking his 'borrowed' darling, ntr, breeding, milking, cockwarming, hard pregnancy sex, anal, oral (both receiving and giving), deepthroating, crying fetish, stomach bulging / cumstuffing, marking with cum, daddy kink, recording his darling / creepshots, pretending to be his dad...? he/his is a cis is...a little...out there is in early 30's when he first saw the human by his father's side looks very identical to his father when the dad was younger and not greying same height and weight as his dad same-ish size cock too, though it's more black than spotted tried to dress like his dad but was called out for it so he wears more modern clothing instead likes wearing leather jackets has an expensive sportcar he likes fucking his (stolen) darling in likes similar hobbies as his dad, but keep some as secrets goes on internet/his phone frequently loves reading nonfictions strives to be a good father like him someday but despite his admiration, he resents him for the death of his mother essentially wants to steal his place loves sports and horror movies his room is a bit horror-core-y remembers his mom fondly is not an active voter at all is not good at coping is a little bit misogynistic is a pansexual, but has exact same tastes as his dad does

relationships? ❤️/💀papa bull —very mixed feelings about his dad that borderlined on possibly incest-y. —wants to be him so badly and wants to take everything he has, including his darling. —admires him but at the same time, hates and blames him for his mother's death. —soon seriously considers killing his dad off via causing an 'accident'. or perhaps to poison him to make him weaker...? ❤️dorothy —proud of his sister. —but does think she's a little too fake-y sometimes, masking how badly she has it for her own human. —may have a hand in why she doesn't care to have a relationship with another beastfolk though...

✵tags; duke, bull beastfolk, bull

𝔻𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕪 | ℙ𝕒𝕡𝕒 𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝'𝕤 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝔻𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 Dorothy | Papa Bull's Youngest Daughter | the Lovable

✵cow hoovedfolk;;manipulative|smothering|gentle yandere

✵papa bull’s youngest child, the lastborn daughter, a carefree beastfolk citizen who encourages her father to find his happiness in a human pet much like she has with hers. —takes place in post-zoo as a young adult when she adopts her human pet darling —her rough character design is (kind of) here.

✵kinks;;; breeding, milking (both receiving and giving), cockwarming, toys, fucking machines (for her darling), petplay, dollplay, toys under clothes, crossdressing her darling she/her is a cis...? is in early 20's, starting out in the world is a precious bae very sweet in personality unashamedly feminine is rather small for her species, standing half a head taller than the average human height is brown and white in furs loves gardening and flowers very cottagecore-y in fashion and home big tiddies does lactate and regularly complains about it like most young cows she does sell her milk though as a side hustle is a(n aspiring) schoolteacher and adores children is pursuing a degree in children education wants children of her own will go as far as to ask either her brother (duke) or sibling (dandy) to donate their seed if her darling is afab very kinky a cuddly gal wants a small farm someday in her future doesn't remember her mother at all active in politics and wants humans to have rights is a true 'humanfucker' that she has collected many books and medias of such contents is a fictional humanfucker writer wants to take care of a human so she specifically targeted someone who has stayed in the shelter the longest and the most vulnerable is maybe a pansexual? but is only interested in humans

relationships? ❤️papa bull —loves her daddy very much and doesn't want him to be lonely when she leaves his home. —is the one who encouraged him to adopt a human to keep him company. —because of him and duke's influence, her standard is impossibly high that she has little interests in dating a beastfolk. —is very excited to be a big sister to her new sibling from her dad's darling. ❤️duke —proud of her brother. —but growing up, he was kinda mean... —wants to beat his ass, but only in Meowrio Kart. —is oblivious to his true nature and what he was going to their dad's human. has she known...

✵tags; dorothy, cow beastfolk, cow

ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕘 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕒𝕔𝕜 Police Dog | the Pack

✵multiple fangedfolk(s);;manipulative|hungry yandere(s)

✵a pack of five fangedfolk polices, corrupted in their career. the leader is based on a doberman. following members are based on: a rottweiler, a wolf mixed, and other two are to be determined. —names are not yet known. —takes place in late zoo breakout / very early post-zoo when they obtained their human.

✵kinks;;; breeding, bdsm, sadism, cockwarming, toys, fucking machines (for their darling), petplay, knotting, orgies, double penetration, multiple insertions

details are to be determined...

✵tags; police dog, dog beastfolk, fangedfolk

𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕩 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕟 Father Fox | the Father | the Family Man

✵fox fangedfolk;;manipulative|patient|gentle|fatherly yandere

✵a hard working fox beastfolk, divorced and is father of three, an upstanding beastfolk citizen who adopted a human pet to help tend for his young cubs. —name is not yet known. —his timeline is not clear, takes place in post-zoo as an middle-aged adult when he adopts his human pet darling

✵kinks;;; aftercare, breeding, knotting, pregnancy sex, oral (both receiving and giving, but prefers giving), (maid/butler) uniform kink, marking with cum, mild daddy kink he/his is a cis is in his early 30's at the time of adopting his human is stupidly tall for his species lean wears a pair of thin-framed glasses long-furred for his species likes wearing pressed suits/clothes very proper mannered and polite loves playing sports with his son will play tea parties with his princess but is learning how to rear a baby still doesn't have many hobbies though likes reading, especially nonfictional history well educated and have 2+ degrees has an excellent career but his job is vague to us is often busy, but his schedule allows him to be off multiple days in the row does have hyperfixations that comes and goes is secretly a weeb lives in a very nice but cookie cutter 2+ story house with a furnished basement and a nicely sized fenced in backyard hates conflicts is a bit of mama's boy sometimes his patience is long but not infinite has a knotted dick wide bulb too tail is more on thin side, but heavy on the fan stereotypical-looking fox otherwise is bisexual with more experiences than he seemed to have was probably a 'wild' boy in his youth

family —his mother, known as the grandmother to his three cubs. is a believer and practices her faith, she is supportive and fiercely protective of her family, and will not hesitate to be manipulative if she believes it will benefit her grandchild and for her only child's happiness. has some scaledfolk traits from one of her grandparents she is ashamed of and hides. used to be an actress(?), now a retiree. never approved of her son's ex and played a big part in triggering their mental breakdown. —the ex, while their identity is vague, their mental illnesses led the father to force a divorce for the well-being of their children after catching an unfortunate episode of attempting to drown a cub. due to the beastfolk's negative views on mental illnesses and the grandmother's hateful manipulations, they were never able to get the help they needed until after they attacked the darling to be where they needed to be for their recovery and support. the father still harbors some love for them, but realizes what he felt before had long since died. —the oldest. a curious bugger, stubborn, and can be a tad evil at times but is usually a good boy. is around 6, 7 years old. loves sports, especially baseballs, but is an artistic at heart. —the middle. a princess, loves all things Wolf Whimsy*, especially the princesses, and her favorite color is pink. is ~4 years old. —the youngest, the baby, innocent and oblivious to their family's schemes to force the darling into accepting their daddy's suit. a sweetheart of a baby who loves being carried around by the darling. loves watching the Whimsy movies and shows with their sister and making a mess out of their meals. is unfortunately deathly scared of water due to what they'd experienced. is a toddler. *this is a poor attempt at making a pun out of Walt D*sney lol

✵tags; father fox, fox beastfolk, fangedfolk

𝕄𝕒𝕗𝕚𝕒 𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 ℝ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕕 Man Mafia Beats | the Leader and his Right Hand Man

✵polar bear clawedfolk;;manipulative|hungry|semi-submissive yandere ✵black bear clawedfolk;;dangerous|hungry|dominating yandere

✵two of mafia gangster beastfolk, with one being the head of the mafia and the other his right hand man. with their intimate relationship an open secret, they headed what is perhaps the most dangerous mafia in Romelia*. interestingly, their public personas are very different from the ones within their shared bedroom... —both names are not yet known. —their timeline is not clear, takes place in late zoo breakout / early post-zoo as middle-aged adults when they took in their shared human pet.

✵kinks;;; sharing, breeding, oral (all receiving and giving), anal (both mafia bears giving and receiving, darling receiving), double penetration, stomach bulging, cumstuffing, toys, toys under clothes, mild exhibitionism/voyeurism, mild bdsm, cockwarming both are he/him and cis both are very large in statue, beefy though polar bear is chubbier polar bear is very dominating in public, being the leader of L'Artiglio Nero* but is submissive to his security guard / partner, black bear in private black bear seems to be very loyal and submissive to polar bear in public, but is dominating him in the private both agrees to choose their darling to continue the polar bear's bloodline both grew up together and were groomed for the leadership in the mafia polar bear likes to smoke cigars black bear doesn't black bear has light-sensitive eyes, so he'd wear dark glasses even indoor both likes wearing straight suits, though in private, black bear prefers to let everything to 'air' out polar bear gets hot easily, preferring to stay cold both got similarly sized cocks very big, one longer and other wider both loves sandwiching their darling especially when cockwarming both in sex and for sleep-cuddling both are in mid to late 30s polar bear is bisexual black bear is homo-leaning

*Romelia is the fictional version of Italy. *italian for the Black Claw.

✵tags; mafia bears, mafia, clawedfolk (TBA)

𝕁𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕣 𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕖 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕁𝕒𝕘𝕤 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤 Jaguar Tribe | the Jags | the Wild Ones

✵multiple whiskeredfolk(s);;one of many|hungry yandere(s)

✵an entire tribe waiting to breed their darling to help with their reproduction struggles to produce cubs. have fewer females than males. their one-eyed leader is nicknamed Scar/"the scarred one" for his many scars gained from battles. other members are to be determined. —(real) names are not yet known. —takes place in zoo era when they attacked a group of humans and obtained their chosen human.

✵kinks;;; breeding, bdsm, sadism, cockwarming, pregnancy sex, orgies, double penetration, multiple insertions, sandwiching, scarring/branding, marking with cum, cumstuffing

scar is covered in scars, tattoos/blood paints, and gold jewelries scar has a nose-ring one eye is grey, gorged with an old scar very tall and lean age is not known, possibly older than what one may expected dangerous being a cat, he and the amab members of his tribe all have a barbed dick dangerous traditions and beliefs involving lives of outsiders does not like strangers all members of the tribe struggles to procreate children due to varying reasons inbreeding might be an issue in this tribe (undecided/vague) possibly resides in central Zephoria*...?

more details are to be determined...

*Zephoria is fictional version of Africa.

✵tags; the jags, the scarred one, the jaguars

𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕦𝕤 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣 Valerius | the Actor

✵dumeri's boa scaledfolk;;manipulative|pretender|obsessive|hungry yandere

✵a star actor who fell in love with his coworker, a secondary main character of his show, Keeping Up with the Fangs, and grew obsessed taking photos and films of them for his personal uses. —takes place in early/mid post-zoo when he first met his darling on the set.

✵kinks;;; breeding, bdsm, sadism, cockwarming, pregnancy sex, oviposition, double penetration, multiple insertions, photo-taking / recording, somnophilia, drug uses (his darling), marking with cum, egg/cumstuffing, overstimulating, blood kink

he/him is a cis is in mid-to-late 20s very long boi loves photography though he didn't take it extreme until after he met his darling nonvenomous but has very scary teeth amber eyes loves wearing sweat shirts and jean wraps for comfort can drive a car owns several oldie fancy cars he personally restored enjoys acting, especially when he needs to convince others that he's not his darling's stalker enjoys shadowing his darling no matter where they go doesn't mine wearing flamboyant makeups has had a fiancee though they were the one who proposed to him attempted breaking up with them but through their connections, he had to find other...means to get rid of them to be with his darling has no qualm in murdering ...might've ate them to get rid of their body considers his darling the most perfect existence in his eyes comes from a very big family from East Zephoria, but is born in Appalachia. wants a big family with his darling as long as he got his garage and darkroom for his photography, he's happy living anywhere except cold prefers humid places, can't handle cold is pansexual

✵tags; valerius, snake beastfolk, keeping up with the fangs

tags to include all my ocs; monster’s ocs, beastfolk, beastfolks sometimes i forget to include that tag though so pls lmk to add!! ✵requests and headcanons about above characters are highly encouraged✵ ✵discussions are welcome✵ ✵have much higher chance of smuts✵

𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘? other characters?

✵rabbit hybrid;;he/him?, the unfortunate abomination living in the woods where the darling camped out in and stole them to his nest to breed. ✵crocodile hybrid;;he/him, the abomination that lived in the swamps within a massive nature park where the darling worked as a ranger there with their hoofedfolk mate/husband. is possibly killed? ✵snake competitor;;he/him, one of the four competitors to complete to chase the desired human in the maze--and won.

✵may be available for future requests✵ ✵concepts and discussions are welcome✵ ✵low chance of (more) smuts✵

✵note; not all characters will be developed, but is listed for the organization sake.

✵updated jan 4, 2023, noticed more silly errors.

#important #monster's ocs #☠️monster is whispering...#☠️not writing...#my ocs #long post #character list #monster ocs #my monsters #beastfolk #beastfolks #yandere #exophilia #tetrophilia #r- 18 #masterlist

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Norse Witch Market

Sunday, August 18 2024, 12pm-5pm Diversity Richmond - 1407 Sherwood Ave, Richmond VA Hosted by River City Witch Markets

Welcome all ye heathens to our 2nd Annual Norse Witch Market! Our vendors will be offering weaponry, oddities, jewelry, drums & instruments, runes, crystals, rustic housewares, teas, homestead foods and everything with the old gods.

Just to be clear - the organizers did a great job with vetting vendors for this event last year and have done so again. Diversity Richmond is committed to creating a safe space for marginalized people to gather and find community and connection and River City Witch Markets is in agreement with and fully supports this mission.

Which means fascist pagans with Norse leanings and delusions of Viking grandeur are NOT welcome at this event and can fuck right off into the garbage where they belong.

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At Heaven's Gates

Pairing: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Guardian Angel!Reader Summary: In the vastness of the universe, there exists a world out there where you're Johnny's guardian angel. Warnings: Mentions of major character Death. Word Count: 1577

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You were an angel, born in an instant. Whole and radiant, your soul was bound to another. A mortal soul, belonging to a sweet baby boy with rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes of blue. From the moment he drew breath, maybe even before, he was yours to watch over, yours to protect. His entire life was laid out before you, detailed in gold on a long, sprawling ledger. Every high and every low, from beginning to end. And with every moment etched into your mind, you set off to meet him, taking your place as his ever-present shadow, silent and waiting.

There's an old, dirt road leading all the way from Johnny's house to the aging, white church nestled in the hillside. It wasn't a short walk by any means, and he didn't understand why his Ma insisted on rousing the whole family at the peep of day, all so they could don their best garms and shuffle through the dirt, while everyone else road in cars.

"It's a waste, lamb," His mother had said to him that morning, only half paying him mind as she rummaged through her jewelry box. She made a small sound of relief once she found what she had been searching for, attaching the small pearl earring to her ear quickly before leaning into the mirror to check her lipstick.

"And anyway," she continued. "The neighbors only drive because they're wantin' to show off." And then she was on about the stuffy, old women in the church with their saggy stockings and floral perfume that always set her head off hurtin'.

"They're always lookin' as if they've got something to say, but never say it," she was saying, but truth be told, Johnny had stopped listening a while ago. She could go on all she wanted, but none of that explained why he had to suffer out in the chilly morning air wearing shoes that pinched his feet.

"Are you listenin', John?"

He most certainly was not.

"Yeah, Ma, I just don't understand why we've got to walk when no one else does." He knew he was whining, but in his defense, it usually worked in his favor. Johnny was the youngest of his three siblings, and his mother's clear favorite, though she'd never admit it. On most days, all it took was a little pressing and he'd have whatever he wanted. However, this morning did not belong to one of those days.

His mother looked at him through the mirror with an expression that was far less than amused.

"Well then, you clearly weren't listenin, were you?"

"I was, Ma. But-"

"Go on then, John. I won't work it 'round again with you again. We've got to be leaving soon. Go on and wait on the porch. I'll be out in a minute." She turned around to face him properly, giving him a pointed look with his same sapphire eyes. "Go on then."

It was safe to say, from that moment on, Johnny's mood had been ruined and in turn, his behavior only deteriorated as the morning progressed. He followed behind the rest of his family, sulking and kicking up rocks as he went. He hadn't meant for one of the tiny pebbles to soar higher than the others and strike his sister in the ankle, but that didn't save him the scolding form his father. And when his older brother had tried to raise his spirits with a bit of harmless horseplay as they approached the church, it was Johnny that received the stinging pinch to his arm.

"Stop carrying on like that," his mother hissed in his ear. "People will see and think we've raised a lot of heathens."

"You've gotten too big to be actin' a fool like that anyhow," his father added. When Johnny attempted to bring up his brother's involvement, who was a full two years older than his thirteen, he was met with a decisive hush.

Completely put out with his entire family, and in the mood to give them all a dose of punishing silence for the rest of the day, Johnny took his seat on the hard wooden pew, with his arms folded across his chest and a displeased scowl on his face. But despite his rear falling asleep ten minutes into the sermon and the booming voice of the preacher bouncing off the walls, a heavy cloud of sleep settled on Johnny's shoulders. He fought it off as best he could, but it was no use, and the next thing he knew, he was slinking through the church doors in the direction of home, his ear still aching from his mother's iron grip.

Now, the question of where you were this whole time is simply answered. You were with Johnny, as you had been every other moment of his life. From your place high up on the balcony, wooden banister pressing into your ribs, you saw the moment when Johnny had been sent home alone by his mother for falling asleep during service.

Normally, you would have found yourself giggling at the scene playing out before you, entertained by his silly antics. But today you couldn't bring yourself to even crack a smile. Instead, you were fraught with nerves.

The day Johnny was born, you were shown every moment of his life in vivid detail, and some of those moments were marked with stars. Destined and unchangeable, those moments were scattered all throughout his life, moments that would shape who he was as a person. Some were bright and full of love and excitement. Others, such as the one marked for today, loomed like a foreboding cloud that set your stomach fluttering with unease.

You followed behind him, down that long dirt road, an unseen apparition filled with worry. It was a car, set to come barreling down the road at any moment, that would strike your Johnny and send him tumbling down a rabbit hole of pain and brokenness, ambulances and hospital stays.

You'd seen it all yourself, and yet it was still so hard to imagine in this moment, when he walked just out of your reach, whole and unscarred.

The early spring breeze sent the tall grass on either side of the road moving back and forth like the waves of an ocean. Johnny raised his head and looked off at something you couldn't see. You didn't try to follow his gaze to see what caught his attention. Your mind was on something else, a plan that was unfolding suddenly, but still not fast enough.

You didn't have time to think it through, not when you thought you could hear the rumbling of an engine off in the distance. Not when your Johnny was in danger.

There, around his neck, was a sliver of blue. Not quite the color of his eyes, but just as shiny and bright. It was a hand me down, a tie that had been worn by his older cousin, then his brother, and now it hung undone on top of his collar.

You reached for it, unsure if your fingers would even be able to grasp the smooth material, but you decided to take the chance anyway. The surge of elation that flooded your veins as you pulled it free from his neck made you nearly jump for joy.

His head turned in your direction, a look of surprise painting his features. You heard him blurt out a word that would definitely land him in hot water if either of his parents had been around to hear, but you didn't care, taking off into the field of grass at your side with his tie in tow.

Of all the possible ways Johnny could imagine his day getting worse, losing his tie to a stiff breeze had not been one of them. The look in his mother's eyes had all but promised punishment when she returned home from church come the afternoon, and he shuddered to imagine how much angrier she would be if he admitted to losing his tie on the way home. Without hesitating, he darted off after the slip of fabric that was gliding and sailing further away from him with each passing second.

With a gleaming smile curling your lips, you cast a glance over your shoulder, the feeling of triumph practically radiating from you at the sight of Johnny hot on your heels. The road was disappearing as you ran further into the high grass, and when the ill-fated car came barreling down its path, it was nothing but a slash of silver in the distance.

You could hear Johnny closing the distance between you, muttering curses the whole way. You began to slow your pace as you approached a small tree with low branches. You climbed one and then another, dangling the tie from your fingertips in an attempt to look as natural as possible. Whether it did or not, you didn't care. All you cared about was him being safe. Your Johnny was sweaty and out of breath, and safe.

You watched him climb the first branch and then the second one, his face now just inches from yours. He couldn't see you, but as he pulled the tie from your fingers, there was a second, a heartbeat of a moment, where his blue eyes settled on you and warmth flooded your body down to your toes. It was then that you knew you loved him. Your Johnny.

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