#i like your realistic approach for the tail

[tsuutarr]

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Unleash Fox dilf! Jiu-jitsu please

Succubus anon💋💞

One foxy dilf coming up~

(Yandere! Fox hybrid (gumiho) doctor x reader)

In your quaint village, not much occurs. Days are peaceful, if not a little boring. But you can’t really complain, not when the people around you are so lovely.

Your village helps each other, resources are always shared, and people are always taken care of. Among all your villagers, one of them, Dr. Shin, is especially kind. Despite being a new addition to your village, he’s loved by all the villagers. He’s often busy, too, as the only doctor around.  The previous doctor had passed away after falling to her demise in the woods while looking for herbs. Your village was both saddened and worried about the previous doctor’s sudden death, unsure of how you all would survive without medical care. Contrary to your worries, however, Dr. Shin suddenly appeared one day and from that point onwards, he’s become a valuable member of your village. He’s extremely personable and kind, making sure to make time for you – it’s no wonder he’s so beloved and trustworthy.

“Hello, Dr. Shin,” you greet him during one of your appointments. His fox ears flicker, which makes him rather cute despite him being much older than you. He often reminds you of the injured fox you had helped a few years back, especially when his bronze-colored ears move around.

“Ah, hello,” he greets back, a smile on his face. He motions for you to take a seat on the hospital bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Better, I think,” you respond, sitting down. Your fingers tap idly against your knee as you sink into thought. “I don’t think I get nightmares anymore…” 

“Oh? Then that’s quite good, isn’t it?”

“I… yes, I suppose.” Nervously, your eyes flicker downwards. It’s true that your nightmares have subsided, but they’ve been replaced with rather… inappropriate dreams about your doctor. But it isn’t like you can tell him that, especially when your dreams are so… realistic – like they’ve actually happened.

When you look back up, you can’t help but gasp at how intense his gaze is. “What troubles you?” he inquires, making your cheeks heat up.

“I… uhm, well…”

“Yes?”

At his expectant looks, you squeak out, “I’ve been having dreams that aren’t nightmares, really. But they’re… very intense, for a lack of a better word.”

Dr. Shin looks intrigued, leaning forward slightly. “Would you care to elaborate?” You shake your head, giving him a weak smile. “Ah, it’s nothing, really…”

“My dear,” Dr. Shin says, kindly, “I’m quite worried about you. Please, tell me.”

It’s too embarrassing to tell him – you just can’t. But the way he looks at you, his eyes glowing faintly… you can’t help but say, “I’m having sexual dreams,” despite your will. Gasping, you clamp your mouth shut.

“Oh?” he smiles, teeth glinting underneath the light. “I see, that’s quite normal.” Leaning back in his chair, he lets out a small hum. “But I suppose that it’s much more frequent and intense in your case, hm?”

You feel like you’re going to combust from embarrassment.

“Let’s see if I can assist you.” Dr. Shin pulls out his notebook and pen, ready to take a few notes. “Who is often present in these dreams of yours?”

You gulp, looking at him with wide eyes. He looks back at you, eyes glinting, leading you to say, “You.” Your mouth clamps shut – why did you say that?!

Regardless of your inner plight, Dr. Shin looks pleased, his smile getting wider. “Very good.” He notes a few things in his notebook, before snapping it shut and putting it away. The room dims as his eyes glow brighter, his grin toothy. “Don’t fret, my dear. There is quite an easy cure to your plight.” He approaches with soft – almost ghostly –  steps, before reaching out and tilting your chin. Nine tails – didn’t he only have one? – flicker out behind him as a chill runs through your body. “All you must do is stay by my side.”

After all, as the source of all your nightmares and dreams, he’s the only one who can cure you, too.

[bamfkeeper]

Absolution. | K.W

warnings: Smut 18+ MDNI | AFAB reader | Religious themes | Priest/sinner roleplay | Soft dom/sub dynamics | Dirty talk | Spanking | Slight bondage | Anal sex | Sex toys | Corruption themes. Obviously not realistic don't just have anal sex without prep 😭

Do not read if this if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable, please just skip it. I mean no disrespect to religion, this is just a stupid fanfic please do not take this seriously.

a/n: I started this fic in JULY. So if the writing seems a little weird, that's why. I've grown a lot since I first started this blog so my style has switched up a bit. I tried to keep to Kurt's character even with the scenario, hopefully I balanced it out okay. Probably not everyone's thing so...don't read if not. Slowly making my way back here. Not proofread, will do at a later date. ;; wc: 4.7k

You were so bored.

It was a lazy day at the mansion, your boredom drove you into a cleaning frenzy. While rummaging through Kurt's wardrobe, you stumbled upon something you hadn't seen before. "Kurt, is this..." you begin, your voice trailing off as you carefully extract the garment from its hiding place.

Kurt glances up from the book he held, perched on the chair sitting in the corner of the room, his eyes softening with recognition. "Ah, ja...my robes," he responds, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. Rising from his seat, he approaches you with measured steps, gently taking the robes from your hands. "I have not worn them in quite some time," he muses, his fingers tracing the familiar fabric with reverence.

Intrigued by this glimpse into Kurt's past, you can't help but tilt your head, "You should put them on." Your curiosity piqued, you add, "I'd love to see how you look in them." You didn't share the same views, which might've been why Kurt was a bit reserved about that part of himself, not wanting to make you feel pressured or uncomfortable.

You make yourself comfortable on the bed, eager to see how he looked in his robes. Kurt, ever obliging, nods in response to your request and begins to don his priestly attire. The process is unhurried, almost ritualistic, as he carefully slips into each layer. Once fully dressed, he turns his attention to the details, his fingers working to adjust the collar just so. Standing before the mirror, Kurt takes a moment to assess his reflection, his expression a mixture of familiarity and something like nostalgia crosses his features.

"Well, what do you think, liebling?" he inquired, slowly rotating to face you with his arms slightly extended. His end of his tail tail swayed under the end of the robe in a languid motion as his eyes met yours, curiosity evident in his gaze. As you observed him, an unexpected sensation stirred within you, a powerful and undeniable attraction that you found impossible to ignore. You felt shame bubble in your belly, you shouldn't be this attracted to him like this. It was wrong, but...it felt so right.

Drawn by this magnetic pull, you rose from your seat and approached him. Your voice was low and appreciative as you commented, "You look really good wearing this." Your hand, almost of its own accord, traced a path up his chest, feeling the warmth beneath the fabric. He responded with a soft, knowing chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah... I see that mischievous glint in your eyes. You're thinking naughty things, aren't you?" he remarked, gently placing his hand over yours to halt its exploratory journey.

"I understand what you desire, liebe," he continued, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "However, I'm not certain I can fulfill that wish while wearing these garments. They hold too much sacred meaning for me...engaging in such activities while wearing them would feel far too blasphemous." His words trailed off, leaving an air of regret hanging between you.

Kurt held his religious beliefs close to his heart, creating a conflict between his desire not to disappoint you and his need to maintain the sanctity of his attire. The struggle was obvious in his expression as he grappled with the dilemma of wanting to please you without compromising his deeply held convictions.

"Why don't we pretend?" you suggested with a mischievous glint in your eye. "Something along the lines of roleplaying, maybe? Given your natural flair for theatrics and showmanship, I'm sure you could have fun with it." The proposition wasn't without merit, and he thought about it for a moment, his mind clearly working through the possibilities. His head tilted to the side in contemplation, and reaching his internal consensus, he nodded in agreement, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Very well," he replied, his voice a mix of curiosity and enthusiasm. "We can certainly give that a try. If it brings you happiness, then I'm more than willing." His smile widened as he leaned in, planting a gentle, affectionate kiss on the tip of your nose. "However, I'll need a moment to prepare. Allow me to make some alterations to my appearance and demeanor. I have a different robe I will change into, very similar to this one, don't worry. Just less significant to me."

And just like that, the scene was set.

In what felt like a few moments, Kurt had transformed. He now stood towering above you, his presence suddenly commanding and authoritative.

You were on your knees before him, a position that encouraged the power dynamic you both had agreed to explore. Kurt reached down and cupped your chin in his hand, gentle and assertive, tilting your face upward to meet his gaze. His eyes, usually warm and playful, now held a hint of stern judgment, perfectly in character for the role he had assumed.

"Well, well," he began, his voice taking on a rich, sonorous quality that sent a shiver down your spine. "You've been quite the naughty sinner, haven't you?" His tone carried a note of playful admonishment, but there was an underlying current of something more intense. "After all the transgressions you've committed, you now come seeking absolution? Seeking forgiveness from me?" He questioned, his delivery starting off with a hint of theatrical flair.

It was clear that this was new territory for him, and initially, he felt a touch of self-consciousness, a slight awkwardness in inhabiting this unfamiliar role. However, as he continued, you could see him settling into the character, his confidence growing with each word. His initial hesitation was rapidly giving way to a more controlled, measured performance, as he found his footing in this improvised scenario.

You felt nervous and excited, the feelings coursing through your veins, having never engaged in 'roleplay' before. A slight tremor shook your voice and a few nervous chuckles followed, you managed to formulate a response. "Oh, Father Wagner," you began, your words held playful desperation, "I've been so busy, I haven’t had the time to come to you. But now, I find myself in dire need of spiritual cleansing. You're the only one who possesses the power to absolve me of my sins." As the words left your lips, you had to bite the inside of your cheek to suppress a giggle at the sheer ridiculousness of the scenario.

"My child," he responded, his tone suddenly shifting, "The act of sinning is no trivial matter to be taken lightly." His abrupt immersion into the 'role' caught you completely off guard, leaving you momentarily stunned. He released his grip on your chin and fixed you with a stern, unyielding gaze. "However," he continued, his voice low and resonant, "You are fortunate indeed. For I have been bestowed the ability to purge the corruption of sin from your very soul."

A part of you wanted to burst into laughter, seeing him adopt such a serious demeanor for this playful charade was a surprise. However, not wanting to shatter the illusion or dampen the enjoyment of the moment, you made a conscious effort to maintain your composure and play along. You gave a slight bow with your head, responding in a soft, reverent tone, "Yes, Father Wagner." You repeated his title, savoring the way it rolled off your tongue.

Slowly, you raised your gaze to meet his, your eyes wide and imploring, your features arranged into the most innocent expression you could muster. "I humbly beseech you," you continued, your voice barely above a whisper, "Please, cleanse my soul of its impurities."

Kurt gently lifted you from the floor and guided you to the bed. "I will have to start with the basics, my dear, but do not be afraid. I promise you, I will purify your soul," he whispered, his voice acting as a soothing balm to your nerves. His lips brushed against the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as he guided you to lay across the edge of the bed, his touch both firm and gentle. "Now, stay perfectly still..." he hummed, his voice a low, melodic rumble. You felt him move away, his presence shifting to the side as he reached for something unseen.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you attempted to turn your head, eager to catch a glimpse of what he was doing. However, Kurt's hand swiftly returned, his palm warm against the back of your head as he held you in place. "Ah, nein, my little sinner," he chided softly, a hint of playfulness in his tone. "You must remain still for the cleansing ritual to work its magic." His fingers began to move, gently scratching your scalp in a soothing manner before he slowly withdrew his touch.

You couldn't help but let out a small huff of frustration, torn between the desire to see and the need to obey his instructions. Despite your impatience, you forced yourself to comply, your body relaxing into the position he had placed you in.

"Alright, alright," you conceded, your voice a mixture of resignation and anticipation. "What exactly do you have in store for me, Father Wagner?" The question hung in the air, your curiosity peaking as you waited, body tense with expectation. The soft sound of Kurt's footsteps reached your ears as he moved around the room. When he returned, you sensed his presence beside you, accompanied by the subtle rustle of fabric.

"I have something special for you, mein Schatz," he murmured, his accent thickening slightly with emotion. You heard the gentle thud of an object being placed on the bed next to you, and from the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of a small, ornate box. The sight of it only heightened your curiosity, and Kurt knew it.

"This has all of my cleansing tools, my dear. I promise you I will be forgiven when I am done," Kurt said, his voice a low, husky whisper. His hand glided over the curve of your ass, slow and deliberate, his touch both gentle and electrifying. The anticipation built with each passing second, your skin tingling under his fingertips. Just as you began to relax into his caress, he suddenly laid a firm smack to your backside. The sharp sound echoed in the room, followed immediately by a stinging sensation that spread across your skin.

Your eyes widened in shock, and before you could process what had happened, a sharp cry of surprise escaped your lips. "Ah, Kurt!" You spat out, shock in your tone as you blinked and registered the sensation. The unexpected nature of his action left you breathless, your mind reeling as you tried to comprehend that he had actually spanked you, of all things.

"Es tut mir Leid, schatz...are you okay?" Kurt asked, his voice shifting from the dominant tone he had adopted earlier to one of concern. He paused, breaking character for a moment as he gently rubbed his hand over your backside, soothing the lingering sting from his unexpected strike. The tender ministrations of his fingers helped ease the sensation, and you realized that while the spank had been surprising, it hadn't actually hurt. You still appreciated his attentiveness and care, even in the midst of your roleplay. You nodded, meeting his gaze to reassure him of your well-being.

"Yeah, I'm okay," you replied, your voice a little breathier than usual. A smile played at the corners of your mouth as you continued, "I just didn't expect it, but I'm down if that's what you wanna do." Your words came out as a purr, laden with a newfound excitement.

A playful glint danced in your eyes, reflecting your growing intrigue with this unexpected turn of events. Kurt's cheeks flushed a light shade of violet, betraying his initial surprise at your enthusiastic response.

For a moment, his carefully constructed persona faltered, and you caught a glimpse of the sweet, sometimes shy man beneath the dominant exterior.

He quickly cleared his throat, visibly attempting to regain his composure and slip back into character. As you watched him struggle to maintain his role, you felt a wave of affection wash over you. You were genuinely touched that he had taken the time to check in and ensure he wasn't overstepping any boundaries. You gave him a nod, silently telling him you were good to continue.

He delivered another firm smack to your ass, this time with increased intensity. "Such a mischievous creature you are, I certainly have my work cut out for me, ja? What shall I do with such a naughty thing..." he mused, allowing his hand to caress one of your cheeks tenderly before administering another spank. A soft whimper escaped your lips as you bit down gently, eliciting a smile from him. "Remember, liebe, if you wish to stop, simply say 'red'," he cooed reassuringly, planting a gentle kiss along your spine. You nodded in understanding, acknowledging the safe word.

Kurt delicately parted you, tilting his head to the side with a knowing and somewhat playful smile. "My, my, you're already quite aroused, my little sinner...truly a naughty thing indeed. It seems I shall have to purify you in an alternative manner." His voice carried a blend of amusement and authority, causing your heart to race even more rapidly than before. He leaned in closer, his warm breath caressing your skin, as he continued in a low, seductive murmur, "This cleansing will be most thorough, I assure you. It will be an experience that shall linger in your memory for quite some time to come...and make you think twice before committing a sin again."

You could feel something warm on your ass and you stiffened slightly, feeling a lubricated finger gently teasing the ring of muscle. He felt your body grow tense, noticing the subtle shift in your posture. Kurt circled his finger around the tightened muscle, trying to ease the tension. "Are you alright, Liebling?" Kurt asked softly, his voice concerned again. "Remember, you can say 'red' if you want to stop at any point," he reminded gently, emphasizing your safety and comfort above all else.

"I-I'm okay, just new...is all." You managed to reply, your voice trembling slightly as you spoke. The sensation of your stomach tightening made everything feel a lot more sensitive. You had never done this before, and the unfamiliarity of the situation left you feeling a bit unsure, but willing to try it.

Kurt slowly pushed his finger past the muscle and you gasped. His finger weaseled its way into you, gently pumping in and out, the lube making it much easier than without. The sensation was so weird, but it felt so good too.

"Nngh...that feels good..." you murmured softly, your entire body melting into his gentle caress. With each delicate movement of his finger, you instinctively leaned back towards him, craving more of his touch. The sensation coursed through you, feeling so alien and unfamiliar, yet simultaneously exhilarating and soothing. The pleasure it brought left you yearning for more, desperate to feel more pleasure from your puckered entrance.

"Does it now? Well...a delicate little thing like you would naturally be drawn to this, wouldn't you? Such a taboo act...and here you are, completely enthralled by it." Kurt's voice was a low, melodious hum, tinged with a playfully sinister undertone. He deliberately withdrew his finger at an agonizingly slow pace, savoring every second of your squirming reaction. His intense gaze locked onto yours, observing with rapt attention as you quivered while looking over your shoulder at him.

The corners of his lips gradually curled upward into a self-satisfied smirk, clearly relishing the profound effect he was having on you. "Look at you, already trembling like a leaf," he remarked, his voice barely above a whisper, the intoxicating thrill of dominance unmistakable in both his tone and his piercing stare.

He decided to indulge in further exploration, his hands delicately gliding up the expanse of your bare back. He paused momentarily to bestow a gentle, comforting massage upon your shoulders, gradually easing away any lingering tension that might have been nestled within your muscles. His fingers traced a path down your spine, offering a soothing rub that coaxed you into an even deeper state of relaxation. You could feel each individual vertebra beneath his expert touch as he worked his way down your back with practiced precision.

As you surrendered more fully to his ministrations, he boldly ventured his hands lower, teasingly and playfully toying with your sensitive nipples. The unexpected sensation shot pleasure through your body, causing your face to flush deeply with a mix of arousal and bashfulness. Unable to contain your reaction, you let out a loud, unrestrained moan that echoed in the room, instinctively pressing your hips back against him in a clear display of eagerness and desire.

"Now, my lovely sinner, we shall proceed to the next crucial phase of your purification," he whispered, his lips barely grazing the delicate shell of your ear. "For this part, I'm afraid I must restrain you. Are you comfortable with that, my dearest?" His words, though softly spoken, carried a weight that made your pulse quicken.

You could feel your heart thundering within your chest, its rapid beats seeming to reverberate through your entire being. Your mind was racing, filled with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as you tried to imagine what might come next. The atmosphere in the room seemed to shift, growing more intense and charged.

Every small sound became magnified in the growing silence - the rustle of fabric, the soft whisper of breath, the faint creak of floorboards. As you mentally steeled yourself for what was coming, time seemed to slow, each moment stretching out as you waited with bated breath for his next move.

He retrieved a delicate string adorned with small, shimmering beads. The intricate piece bore a striking resemblance to a rosary, yet it was not one in the traditional sense; the carefully chosen beads served a purely aesthetic purpose, devoid of any genuine religious significance. Kurt began to wrap the beaded string around your arms, his movements slow and deliberate as he secured them to the bed. Each loop was placed with thoughtful consideration, ensuring both your comfort and the effectiveness of the restraint.

He then turned his attention to your legs, repeating the process. The beaded strings were artfully arranged, positioning your limbs wide, you were unable to close them. The sensation was novel and a little weird, yet not unpleasant. Before going any further, he paused, allowing you a moment to acclimate to the unfamiliar feeling of restraint and the gentle pressure of the beads against your skin. His eyes met yours as he softly inquired, "Gut?" His voice was barely above a whisper, laden with care and seeking your approval.

After a brief moment of introspection, you responded with a nod, you found yourself surprisingly at ease. The bondage, expertly applied, caused no discomfort whatsoever. He made sure that the bindings around your wrists and ankles were secure without being restrictive or painful for you. Finding your voice, you replied, "I'm good, Father Wagner." Your tone carried a hint of playfulness, embracing the theatrical nature of the scenario.

He was pleased, so he continued. He shifted himself so his cock was exposed, he slowly stroked himself hard and he stepped closer. His cock head gently massaged between your folds and you mentally prepared for penetration but instead, he angled up at your other hole. You took a moment to realize what he was doing and you smirked, "Father Wagner...are you sure I'm the sinner?" You questioned playfully and wriggled your hips back.

"Hush," he said back quietly, his face blushed a bit before he got back in the mindset. "This is necessary for your sins. I unfortunately can't cleanse you through your womb, I must use the other hole you have..." he whispered, his spongy, blushed head pressed against the ring of muscle gently, prodding you lightly and teasing you.

You couldn't help but bite your lip, "Oh, are you sure I cannot pay for my sins with my pussy?" You asked with a gentle strain, turning to look back at him and blinking with feigned innocence. "Or have I been so naughty that my sweet cunt isn't worth my sins?"

Kurt grinned at your playful words, though caught a little off guard by the vulgarity, he was still enjoying the banter between you and he continued to prod your ass. "Oh, my dear, your sins are far too great for just one part of you to pay...I'm afraid only this hole will do." His tail curled behind him and handed him a small toy, he reached between your legs and teased your throbbing clit before he dragged it through your wet folds and pushed it inside your pussy. "Can't have temptation now can we?"

The surprising action from him made you let out a desperate whine, you could feel your pretty bundle of nerves throbbing at the light touch he had given you. "Only my ass, there isn't any other way?" You questioned, playing along with the direction the scene was going.

He leaned over you, kissing between your shoulder blades gently and he leaned close to speak in your ear. "Now then...let's see if we can't absolve some of these sins of yours." he whispered teasingly, spreading you a bit more before sliding into your ass slowly. The sudden intrusion into your ass made you stiffen in surprise. It was uncomfortable at first, the muscles not used to being stretched out.

The sensation was intense, causing you to inhale sharply as he eased in just past the tip. Immediately, he halted his movements, his eyes fixed intently on your face to gauge your reaction. Your comfort and well-being were important to him, regardless of the intimate act you were engaged in. He had no desire to inflict any discomfort upon you. "Are you alright?" he inquired in a gentle, concerned tone, his body completely motionless as he awaited your response.

"I just..." you exhaled slowly, trying to steady your breathing, "Need a moment to adjust..." you managed to say, your voice slightly strained. The initial discomfort was challenging, even with the careful preparation he had undertaken beforehand. His hands moved to your hips, gently caressing them in soothing, circular motions, but the rest of his body remained perfectly still, allowing you the time you needed.

Several minutes passed as you gradually acclimated to the new sensation. When you felt ready, you cautiously shifted your hips backward, assisting him in entering further. "Mmm...it's better now...f-feels good," you murmured, your voice a mixture of relief and growing pleasure.

"Gut...I will purify you, my child, do not fear," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He began to move his hips steadily, a rhythmic motion that gradually increased in intensity. Slowly, deliberately, he rocked into you, his thrusts careful and measured until he was fully seated within you. Kurt's arms encircled you, holding you close against his body, the warmth of his embrace felt good against the cool bedroom air.

The soft fabric of his robes swayed gently with each movement, creating a whisper of sound in the quiet room. "Ach....you are tight as a drum," he breathed, his words barely audible. He swallowed thickly, his body trembling with the effort of restraint, fighting against the overwhelming urge to lose himself in the moment.

You sighed deeply, your body responding to his movements with a shudder that ran from the base of your spine to the nape of your neck. Instinctively, you were rocking back against him, your bodies moving in perfect synchronization. "I can feel it working," you panted, your voice breathy. "I feel it, getting better...aah...the sins are leaving me…" Your words trailed off into a soft moan.

"They will fade, just let me cleanse you..." Kurt hissed against your skin, his hips thrusting faster against you as he focused on pumping himself in and out at a good pace. His cock stretched you so good, your previously unused hole now burning with hot desire, squeezing every ounce of him into your cavern.

"Kurt, oh my god...keep going," you moaned loudly, feeling every single bit of his dick deep inside you. Every vein against the muscle of your ass, the curve of that soft tip and the thickness pushing its way in and out with each piston of his hips. It felt so damn good, you were molding to him.

"I...am almost there, liebling..." Kurt rasped, his tail wrapped around your thigh tightly as he focused his thrusts. His endurance was impressive as hell, and he was determined to continue the pace he set without faltering.

The spade of his tail slithered over your clit and rubbed over it, gently teasing the bud enough for you to react and moan. His hands moved from your hips and ran under you to feel your chest. He was practically laying on you now, his hips not stuttering for a second.

You felt your climax approach and wash over you before you could warn him, and you let out a loud cry of pleasure as you came. Kurt's eyes widened, you tightened around him with your orgasm and his hips halted. He shot his climax deep into you, a guttural groan leaving his throat as he held you still.

Kurt gave a few more solid thrusts before he pulled out of your swollen hole, watching his cum drip out of your throbbing muscle. He felt such pride seeing you this way, but he knew you were extra sensitive now and the play was over after your respective climaxes. He reached and carefully removed the toy from your pussy, earning a soft whine from you.

"Ach...liebe...you will be the death of me..." He moved to unbind you, his fingers working methodically to remove each restraint one by one. As the bindings fell away, your limbs were finally free to relax from their confined position. Your muscles, having been held taut for so long, now felt completely boneless - like warm honey flowing through your veins. You rolled languidly onto your side and curled up into yourself, savoring the pure bliss that came with being able to bend and stretch your limbs again.

He settled beside you, shrugging off his robe before taking one of your arms into his hands as he began to massage the places where the restraints had been. His strong fingers working in slow, deliberate circles to encourage proper circulation. Each press of his fingertips was perfectly measured, firm enough to be therapeutic but gentle enough to soothe. He punctuated each rub with soft kisses, his lips trailing over the subtle marks left behind on your skin, trying to kiss away any lingering discomfort.

You were grateful for his gentle touch, melting into his embrace as he carefully tended to you. The warmth of his hands was soothing against your skin, and you couldn't help but sink deeper into the comfort he provided. You weren't hurt, but there was definitely a pleasant soreness settling into your muscles now. "That was...amazing," you breathed softly, your voice filled with contentment, "I mean...wow... I don't even know what to say..."

"You liked it?" Kurt asked, a gentle smile playing across his features as his hand splayed across your back, fingers working in slow, methodical circles to ease the tension around your hips.

"I didn't expect you to take the role so easily, or seriously..." You chuckled lightly, looking up at him from where you were comfortably nestled against his chest, your fingers idly tracing patterns on his skin. "But...it was fun. I mean, really fun. Did you enjoy it too? You didn't feel pressured into anything, right? I know it was kind of a weird request..."

"Of course not, liebe. I enjoyed it very much. Besides, seeing you so completely blissed out is one of my absolute favorite things to see...~" Kurt teased with a gentle smirk, his playful tone making you squirm as his tail lazily wrapped around your waist.

"Kurt..." You whined and quickly pulled the soft blanket nearby over your flushed body, burying your face against his chest, "We just finished! Don't get any ideas!"

"Okay, okay...no more play tonight. Just let Father Wagner take care of his precious little sinner now. You need your rest."

"Kurt!" You exclaimed, playfully swatting his arm despite the smile you couldn't quite hide. Regardless, you curled up as he continued to pamper you after the scene, his slow rubs and hums lulling you into a much needed nap.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover Image from unknown source. I searched for over an hour to find the source but wasn't able to find it. If you know please message me so I can update this.

[amarynthian-chronicles]

May I have this dance?

Sebastian Solace x Reader

"Surely, you must be joking."

"Quite the contrary."

He fiddled with the old gramophone, making a few final adjustments in order to get it to function properly once more. All the while he was casually holding his cigarette with his third hand, elegantly tapping the ash away when necessary.

Sebastian had amassed an impressive collection of vinyl records, arranging them according to his tastes. He had done so in a similar manner with his books and research files. You loved watching him sort out his inventory.

It was so unusually domestic, the mingling scents of coffee and cigarette smoke, the presence of warm blankets and pillows on the sofa he had hauled from an unspecified location in the vast facility. Undoubtedly from various loungers that the scientists would once find comfort in before the breach in security.

You cleared your throat, trying to get his attention once more.

"Seb, be realistic. We cannot dance together. I don't even know how to"

"I am certain the youth refers to this as a "skill issue" nowadays. Painter had discovered a whole thesaurus of modern slang, heaven help us all."

"I am not even going to comment this. My point still stands. Besides, you do not even have legs."

"What I do have is creative solutions to complex problems. We crush obstacles, do we not? Ah, there we go. Good as new."

He placed the needle on a record.

Music. Soft jazz, soothing yet playful, unpredictable in its rhythm, improvising, moving from whimsical and exciting tunes to the more melancholic melodies. In many ways, it conveyed Sebastian's own soul perfectly.

He offered his clawed hand, grinning and waiting for you to inevitably accept his offer. Reluctantly, you accepted.

His tail began to tap in a certain rhythm against the floor, as if setting the tempo you should follow along with the music. Confused, you saw his other two arms approach you, all three serving as if they were makeshift dance partners.

Before you knew it, he was making you move and sway as if you were a combination of a puppet on a string and a music box ballerina. He made you twirl, glide, turn, almost hypnotic.

At a certain point, he snapped his fingers, and suddenly the room was completely dark, save for the lone light of his esca.

"See? You do not need to know where to go or what to do, you are only to follow as I say. Trust me and you will never have to worry about anything ever again."

"Seb, I am tired."

"I am sure we can get a few more pirouettes out of you, pet."

"Well, at least I am getting free cardio training here."

You took deep breaths as your puppet master played with you, demanding yet gentle, firm yet rewarding you with tenderness when it was due. As you were about to collapse, he caught you, pulling you into his lap.

Soft kisses were placed on your head, cheeks and lips.

His body began to sway, akin to the ocean waves, his arms cradling you.

Sebastian was truly like the ocean itself, simultaneously a cooling haven that embraced you in your feverish nightmares and a cold unyielding tomb that one could not escape from. A devil is merely a fallen angel, after all.

You whispered, closing your eyes.

"What will become of us, Seb? We are playing in this illusion, knowing that all of this is ludicrous."

"We live on stolen time. Our old lives are forfeit and we can only move onward. We take, we scavenge, we defy probability itself."

"What are we to each other?"

He combed his fingers through your hair.

"Fleeting hope. The same type that a ghost feels in a house with new tenants, desperately wishing to be seen and heard once more. Even for a final time."

Hot tears ran down your cheeks.

"Hope is such a cruel thing, Seb."

He kissed each tear away, savouring your sorrow.

"We lie in the Abyss. This location defies physics itself, it rebels against every possible known law of water mechanics. So shall we. Doomed to fail, given to death, we shall rise once more, wearing the Reaper's cloak as our own."

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fear Of The Known

Lucifer x Fem!Angel!Reader

|Chapter Twenty|

Charlie burst inside through the hotel doors, tears running down her cheeks, her breaths coming out in heavy pants. "Dad!" She called out. "Dad! Where are you!?"

"Charlie, what's wrong?" Vaggie hurried to her girlfriend's side. She held onto her shoulders, trying to calm her down. Though, it did little to nothing to put Charlie at easy. "What happened?" Vaggie tried again, this time a bit more urgently.

"I-It's Y/n! She's-"

A puff of red smoke caught the two's attention. Lucifer growing immediately concerned at the sight of his distraught daughter. "Charlie?" He approached her. Another sob left Charlie as more tears fell from her eyes. Now Lucifer was upset. Had someone hurt her? And Y/n...She was suppose to be with Charlie. Where was she?

"Charlie, where's Y/n?" Lucifer asked.

"They took her..." And that was all Lucifer needed to hear.

Lucifer's hand twitched before it balled into a tight fist, his eyes turned a deep shade of crimson.

"Dad, what are we going to do?" Charlie sniffled. With what little composure Lucifer had left, he spoke. "I'm going to get her back." He said before walking ahead to the hotel doors.

"I'm going to!" Charlie said as she went to follow her father. "No." Lucifer said firmly. "I do not want you involved. I doubt once I contact 'his heavenly grace' we will will have a peaceful conversation. I will handle this, I'll call you afterwards and let you know what's happening from there."

Before Charlie could argue, Lucifer sprouts his wings and shot off into the air.

Vaggie held Charlie's hand. "Can he really contact Heaven?" She asked. Charlie nods. "He can go back there, but he has a way to speak with God whenever he choses. It's a magic mirror that acts as somewhat of a phone, I remember seeing it when I was a kid."

Vaggie looks up at Charlie. "Do you think he can get Y/n back?" Charlie wiped away her tears. "I hope so. But, after what dad said. I have a feeling he'll be less than polite when he does speak with God." She starts for the doors. "Things could get out of hand, I can't let that happen. It might make things worse for Y/n."

Vaggie was quick to follow. "Then I'm coming with you. If things do get out of hand, I'll be there to protect you." Charlie smiled at Vaggie before the two hurry outside the hotel.

Meanwhile, Lucifer had reached his castle. He stormed inside of the old observatory. By this point, his full demonic form was on full display. He briskly walked to the center of the room, where multiple shards of glass floated in a circular motion.

Lucifer moved his hand upward, and the shards followed and formed into a oval shaped mirror. The mirror then extended ten times it's original size, a light glow emanated from the mirror.

"Show me father." Lucifer growled lowly.

The light grew slightly brighter, there was only the sound of a low buzz from the mirror and the whip of Lucifer's tail as it lashed out from side to side.

After a moment, the mirror's glow faded. And suddenly, God appeared in the glass of the mirror.

"Lucifer." God spoke with grace. "I can't say I wasn't expecting this call."

"Oh yeah? Then you know what I'm going to say next, right?" Lucifer hissed. "Give her back. Now!" He roared. God was unphased by his outburst.

"I can't do that." Before Lucifer could argue, God continued. "And besides that. What are you realistically going to do? You know you are unable to re-enter Heaven. It's not as if you can come get her yourself."

"If I were able...I would lay waste to your perfect fucking paradise." Lucifer snarled.

God sighed with a slight shake of his head. "I'll have you know, Y/n's fate had already been decided by the council. She was to be exiled, and mind you, she is not like you. Y/n is but a simple angel. She might not have survived the fall." He explained. "Had Michael not stepped in and changed their minds-"

"So Michael was the one who took her?" Lucifer interrupts.

"Lucifer. Y/n is an angel, she can not abandon her place here in Heaven. It would be in your best interest to leave her be, and move on."

"I can't do that!" Lucifer's voice cracked slightly as he yelled. "I can't just move on! I have never been able to move on from her, even back when I fell! I was always thinking of her! To be apart from her now, I can't bare it! I can't bare being alone again! She is my muse, my light, my heart! I love her!"

Silence filled the room, Lucifer moved his hands to his face. Ashamed to have him see his tears. Lucifer fought back his emotions, and looked through the gaps of his fingers. His sharp yellow pupils, the only thing broke through the crimson of his eyes, glared straight at God.

"I love her...and you stole her from me."

Y/n was sat on the bed inside of the cell, knees hugged close to her chest as she stared blankly at the wall in front of her. She couldn't pretend like she never expected this to happen. Y/n did act out against Heaven, she ran away, she fell in love with the devil.

And now, she would be imprisoned for the rest of time. But if she could go back, she wouldn't do anything differently. Y/n had Lucifer back in her life after so many years. That alone, was more than worth it.

Tears pricked at her eyes at the thought of Lucifer. She supposed, if she really could go back, there'd be only one thing she'd do differently.

She would have told Lucifer sooner, just how much she loved him.

"Lucifer..." Y/n sniffled, hiding her in her hands as she cried.

Now she would never get the chance to tell him. She would never see him again.

'Now now...don't cry little angel.'

Y/n gasped, lifting her head and looking to the bars of the cell, only to find no one there.

"I haven't been here more than a few hours...and I'm already hearing voices." Y/n muttered bitterly.

'Yes, you are. But I assure you, I am here with you, little angel.'

Y/n whipped her head around, trying to locate the source of the voice. "W-Where are you?" She asks hesitantly. From the corner of the cell, black smoke slowly crawled it's way to Y/n.

She watched with bated breath as the smoke grew ever closer, then suddenly, the smoke started to rise upward. It then began to take on the form of a woman, only, Y/n could not make out any features. Other than the glowing red eyes, that pierced into her soul.

"Who...Who are you?" Y/n asked.

'My name matters very little right now.' Said the woman. 'What should matter is, how are we going to escape?'

Y/n blinked. "Escape? You were imprisoned too?"

'In a matter of speaking. Truthfully, I can come and go as I please. However, I can very little in this form. My power is limited.' The woman explained. She hovered next to Y/n. 'I believe we both could benefit from each other. You clearly do not want to be here, and I have the means to help you escape. However...'

She hovered to Y/n's left. 'I can't do that unless I have a host.'

"A host?" Y/n repeats.

'Indeed.' The woman then appeared in front of Y/n. 'I believe we should make a deal. You allow me to use your body, and I, will free you of this place.'

"Y-You can really free me from this cell?" Asked Y/n.

A breathy chuckle escaped the woman. 'I can free you from Heaven's grasps, little angel.'

Y/n's eyes went wide, her heart skipped a beat. But she quickly composed herself. "You won't even tell me your name. And you expect me to just trust you? To let you posses my body, no questions asked?" She turned away from the woman. "Thank you, but I'll pass. I'm certain you'll trick me somehow."

'Trick you? Don't you think you've been through enough heartache?' The woman was yet again in view of Y/n. 'I only wish to help you.'

"I don't believe you." Y/n said firmly. The woman went silent for a moment before hovering to sit next to Y/n.

'You are not the only one who has been hurt by Heaven and their rules.' Y/n didn't respond. 'Long ago, I believed that angels could do no wrong. That they would never bring harm to any soul, living or not. But I was horribly mistaken...Heaven hurt me in a way I could never forgive.' She went on.

'I didn't always look like this. I was beautiful, pure, naive...And Heaven stripped that all away.'

Y/n looked over at the woman. "You're a demon." The woman only nodded her head. "How are you here? No demon can enter Heaven's gates. Not unless they had a significant amount of power."

'I do. Well, I did. As I said before, in this form, I am powerless.'

Y/n narrows her eyes. "If you are suggesting I aid you in getting revenge then-"

'Not revenge.' The woman interrupts. 'It's been an eternity since I was betrayed, I have long moved on since then. No, it is not revenge I am after.'

"Then...what do you want?" Asked Y/n.

'Simple. All I want, is for my power to be restored. I am owed that much, after what Heaven has done to me. After that, you and I shall part ways.'

Y/n fell silent. She couldn't trust this demon, there had to be some sort of catch. Demons were untrustworthy creatures, after all. But then, the sinners of Charlie's hotel came to mind.

They had all been damaged one way or another, and yet, they were good people. Despite what Heaven has to say, those demons were some of the most kindhearted Y/n has ever had to pleasure of meeting.

Perhaps this woman was just another damaged soul, misjudged and misunderstood in the ignorant eyes of Heaven.

Y/n exhaled. "If I do this, there will be no going back. Making a deal with a demon, is a sinful act. One worthy of exile..."

'But wouldn't you rather leave on your own terms?' Asked the woman. 'You have someone waiting for you, after all.'

"I do...I want nothing more than to return to him." Y/n sighs. She looks in the eyes of the woman. "I'd risk everything to be with him again. I have already, what's one more time?"

'Then, allow me to help you, little angel...'

Michael walked through the prison halls, wracking his brain, trying to think of what to say once he faces Y/n. He knew he could get down on his knees and apologize one thousand times over, but it would do nothing to change her view of him now.

He never wanted to hurt her like this. But he was unwilling to loose her forever. Whilst he thought about what to say to her, he also was coming up with what he could say to the council, to change their minds.

Michael reached the bottom of the stairs, and made his way down the hall towards Y/n's cell. But suddenly, he stopped.

A horrible sense of dread crept up the back of his mind, as he felt a most wicked presence in the air. "Y/n!" Michael yelled before taking off as fast as he could to the cell.

Something wasn't right. That presence...it felt eerily familiar to him. He had not known it for some time, but he could recognize who it belong to, just barely.

Michael finally reached Y/n's cell, she had her back turned to him. Michael did a quick scan of the room with his eyes before speaking. "Y/n." She was the only one in that cell. Was he wrong?

However, when Y/n did not respond, Michael's concern grew. "Y/n." He said more firmly this time.

Finally, Y/n slowly turned to face him. Michael's heart plummeted and his eyes grew wide as saucers as they stared into Y/n's own. Only...

Those eyes did not belong to Y/n.

Deep red eyes, broken by white pupils stared back into Michael's. Black veins stretched up and down from Y/n's neck and down from her eyes.

Golden blood dripped down Y/n's face, from the cut made right through the star of her forehead. Her "third eye", now blinded,

A slow grin formed on Y/n's face. "Mikey...is that you?" It was Y/n's voice, but...

Michael swiftly opened the cell doors, and drew his sword, aiming it at Y/n. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears.

"Oh Mikey, you wouldn't." 'Y/n' smirked. "You wouldn't hurt this poor angel would you? Don't you care about her?"

Michael's breaths left him in uneven and ragged draws. His grip on the hilt of his sword tightened, and he could feel sweat gathering in his palms. Finally, he found his voice.

"What have you done?"

'Y/n' chuckled.

"What have you done to her!? Roo!" Michael yelled.

"Oh, come now Mikey! You can't entirely blame me for this. You know I couldn't have taken her body without her consent. She wanted this." Roo slowly approached Michael. "Or rather...she wanted out. She couldn't stand spending one more second in this place. And I don't blame her."

"Enough!" Michael demands. "Leave her body, now Roo!"

"You know I can't do that, not until our deal is done." Roo tells him. Michael nearly lost his grip on his sword. "Deal...you made a deal with her!?"

Roo stops once the tip of the sword was inches from her chest. "If you want me gone so badly...go ahead. Get rid of me. Oh but, remember. If you do this, you'll be killing your precious fortune teller."

Michael glared at Roo, his grip tightening on his sword until it trembled in his hand.

Roo's smile grew, a silent challenge made toward Michael.

Michael's harden expression weakened, he slowly lowered his sword and looked away from her shamefully. Roo laughed. "I thought so." She walked past Michael as she spoke.

"You have nothing to worry about. I promise, no harm will come of your dear Y/n. She's not the one I'm after..." A dark void grew from underneath Roo's feet. "See you around, Mikey." The last thing Michael heard was Roo's wicked laughter before it eventually faded away, and he was left alone in silence.

Michael fell to his knees, his sword hitting the ground next to him. With a yell of fury, the floor cracked and broke as he brought his fist down.

"It's pretty fucking obvious Y/n isn't happy up there, with the rest of you condescending, pretentious, pompous angels." Lucifer spat. "And I don't blame her. I wouldn't be surprised if every angel starts to revolt against your fucked up ways of thinking!"

God simply sighed. "Alright Lucifer. What is it going to take for you to let this go? I can not return Y/n to you, not while her soul is still pure."

"I am not 'letting this go' old man!" Lucifer growled.

"Do you truly wish for Y/n to become corrupt? For her soul to be tainted, to be turned into a demon? I'm sure you of all people remember how that transition went."

Lucifer could not argue. He can still recall the pain of his new form taking over his old. And would never forget the pain his ex wife went through as well. So, was he really willing to put Y/n through that?

When Lucifer fell silent, God continued. "It's not like your asking for any ordinary angel. Y/n is beloved in the eyes of Heaven. If she were to leave, people would start to question. Adam is gone, and that raised more than a few eyebrows up here. What do you think will happen, when Y/n suddenly disappears?"

"What do I think will happen?" Lucifer laughs. "What should have happened that day I revolted against you. Not everyone was so on board to realize the truth then, but I wonder how they'd react now? If Y/n is as beloved as you say she is, surely some souls will follow."

God was not pleased by this answer. "Watch what you say, Lucifer."

"You know I'm right. Don't you?" Lucifer smirks. Before God could say anything else, the doors to the observatory opened. The two turned their attention to who dared to interrupt.

"Charlie?" Lucifer muttered. Charlie hurried further inside of the room, followed by Vaggie, who subconsciously kept close to Charlie after seeing God in the mirror.

"Sorry dad, but I had to make sure things wouldn't get out of hand." Charlie says before looking to God. She pushes down her nerves and speaks clearly and confidently.

"Hello. I'm sure my dad has already asked if Y/n could come back." She starts. God, with a much gentler tone than before speaks. "He has. And I'll tell you the same thing I told him. Y/n can not return to you, she is an angel."

"Isn't there any way she could?" Asked Charlie. "I get she's an angel but, she can go back and forth between Heaven and Hell easily. Why couldn't she just live in both places?"

"If it were that simple, we wouldn't be having this conversation." Said God. "Y/n is needed here, the souls of Heaven rely on her gift."

When God saw Charlie's defeated expression, he sighed. "I understand you all care about her. But there is nothing I can do."

"I thought 'his heavenly grace' could do anything. You're God after all. When did your power suddenly not mean shit?"

"Lucifer, please. I-" God was cut off by the sudden sound of Michael's voice.

"Father!" Michael sounded frantic. "It's Y/n! She's escaped!"

Lucifer, Charlie and Vaggie all looked shocked, and just a tad hopeful.

God narrowed his eyes raising his hand, the mirror suddenly loosing it's glow and began to fall back into the small shards of glass.

"Hey! Old man don't you hang up on me!" Lucifer growled. But it was too late, the glass shards fell back into place. Floating in the same circular motion as before.

"Y/n escaped?" Charlie gasped. "Dad this is great! She'll come back!"

Lucifer didn't answer, his eyes still fixed on the glass. "Dad?" Charlie took a step closer to him.

"I don't think it will be that easy. The way Michael sounded..." Lucifer murmured. "I feel that something's gone terribly wrong..."

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[euphoricsleeplucidity]

J x V x Uzi... does this even have like, a proper ship name? I've just been calling it BrandedViolentBites. Anyway, this takes place in an AU of mine where the disassembly drones are more feralistic - but I intentionally didn't make that very obvious, and although some background information is missing (this seems to be the usual for me), it's still readable.

While I think the pacing is rather off and it might be a tad rushed (writing these on Discord for your friends first might do that to you), I'm rather proud of this regardless. :3

The worker wanders through the snow, white crunching underneath her boots loudly, her purple optics honed in on the ground. Everything felt too quiet as she makes her way to the corpse spire - she felt uneasy, like she was being watched.

Which, is kind of weird, considering Uzi has befriended all of the disassembly drones. So realistically, there shouldn't be anything out here for her to fear? And yet, she still does as she enters the towering structure of long-dead corpses, all of which her own kind.

"N?" She calls out first, familiar name on her tongue. She gets no response, which is kind of concerning. He's usually always here - he's the one who rarely ever goes out hunting, something about how his systems don't need as much oil as his female coworkers. He is almost always here to greet her.

While Uzi has 'befriended' the disassemblers, that doesn't necessarily mean she gets along with all of them. Namely V and J - while V is a little easier to get along with and they're certainly getting closer, J is... well, J.

Just as she's about to call out their names anyway, something impacts the snow behind her.

Uzi yelps, turns around to be met with an intimidating hunter's cross across black display, a sign of impending demise for any other worker. Though she's starting to feel like just any worker.

It's V - she can tell that much, if the eerie giggling alone didn't give it away. Claws out, tail lashing as if irritated, wings twitching in anticipation. Yeah, Uzi is actually kind of freaked out.

"V?" She utters quietly, but alas, gets no response. As if the disassembler has completely given in to her hunting protocols - she might of.

V shows off her fangs in a sickening grin, wide and malicious across her face. She prowls forward, and Uzi is beginning to feel like prey caught in a predator's trap. For every step the worker takes back, V takes one forward, unyielding in her approach.

And Uzi wasn't doing a very good job at keeping an eye on her surroundings, clearly, because her back hits something solid. A quick glance, hesitant to take her eyes off of the predator and yet doing so anyway, reveals that she's been cornered against the landing pod.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the incoming attack - and as the disassembler pounces, Uzi leaps to the side, hitting the snow just as a thud sounds from behind. V had hit the pod in her lunge, and Uzi can hear her growl in frustration afterward.

The worker rolls onto her back, stares at V, terrified. She quickly gets up, puts her hands out in front of herself as if she's trying to calm a wild animal. Well, she kind of is, isn't she?

"V, calm down, please. I-I'm not your prey, remember?" Uzi says, those pleading words feeling foreign in her mouth, uncharacteristically scared but sue her, this is a life or death situation. She can worry about her edgy teenage persona later. Her words only cause V to giggle, however.

And then something else lands behind her, and she whips around on instinct, her eyes thinning out. J.

Now, she is cornered between two disassembly drones. While J is usually far more restrained than V ever could be, right now, she matches V's hungry look and that is a horrifying realization.

Uzi looks between both predators, involuntarily trembling. She's defenseless, she didn't bring anything she could possibly defend herself with. Not that she really has anything that could help her here in the first place, anyway. And thanks to a certain drone, she pointedly glares at J for a split second, fear be damned, her railgun is still in repair.

She's unable to evade V's next pounce, and finds herself pinned up against the pod with the hungry disassembler's maw opening wide. And she feels a cable coiling around her leg, feels the cold canister settling against it. Uzi belatedly realizes that it's not V's as she looks down to watch the yellow liquid slosh inside, her eyes then following the length of the cable to its actual owner - J.

"W-why... ?" The worker utters, voice shaky and wracked with fear. She feels betrayed - why does she feel betrayed? V and J aren't like N, they could have attacked her at any moment because they aren't close, and yet she still feels betrayed when they actually do. Guess she liked them more than she thought she had.

Uzi squeaks when J moves to crowd her, too. While V's talons wrap around her arms and hold them to the pod, J settles one pair of hers by Uzi's head. She leans in, as well, but then that elongated X disappears and gives way to cold calculating eyes, a frown playing across her lips.

Can Uzi feel relieved already?

She waits with bated breath, and then J's claws shift out for the normal drone hands and she moves to rest a hand on V's shoulder. A silent command, to which the other disassembler obeys without question. Hunting protocols retreat, and Uzi no longer feels as threatened as wings disappear, X flickers to give way to usual optics, and claws retract to shift back into hands.

Both back off, allowing Uzi space to breathe. They look concerned, but unsure on if they should move closer again or stay back.

But Uzi only scowls, lets herself slide down the wall she had been cornered to as she works to relax her systems, still reeling with the aftershocks of her prior panic. She wants to yell at them, scold them, anything to feel more like herself right now, but she can't find it in herself to do so. Maybe later.

J kneels first, and Uzi finds herself flinching as the disassembler moves closer. Regret flashes across the ex-leader's face, and Uzi can hear the click of her vocalsynth resetting before she speaks. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't of..." A glance over to V, "that was a mistake. I'm sorry." Her tone is full of remorse.

It's as if the pair communicate with their eyes, but then Uzi realizes that they probably are - they have some sort of program that allows them to speak to each other without their prey being able to know, Uzi recalls from one of J's explanations on disassembly drone features.

And V kneels too, but stays where she is. Uzi looks between the two.

"Then why did you?" She finally questions bitterly.

"We were... playing," V mumbles an answer, embarrassed.

"Seriously," it's not phrased as a question - Uzi is exasperated. If they had brought this up beforehand, she probably would of actually played along, but she thought she was really about to die at the claws of the first drones she found herself willing to trust. She kind of feels bad - feels like she's ruined something, but, it's not like she was even aware there was something to be ruined in the first place!

Uzi groans loudly. "Ugh, you guys were really scary, y'know," she mutters, looking away. 'Scary' is an understatement, but she's trying to lighten the situation.

In a move that is so uncharacteristic of her, J hesitantly wraps her arms around Uzi's waist and moves up against her side. While Uzi tenses initially, she ultimately finds herself relaxing into the comforting gesture. It feels weirdly nice? She normally hates physical contact, and honestly, so do the disassemblers, and yet... she finds herself enjoying this and her breathing calms down completely.

And then there is pressure against the other side of her, and V has joined the party - her arms join J's, wrapping around the worker's waist as well. Completely sandwiched in-between them, Uzi's visor, despite the earlier incident, flushes with a purple blush. Oh, great.

She'll consult herself about that later.

"I'm sorry, too," V mumbles after a moment of silence. A rare sincerity in her words that catches Uzi off-guard, and, apparently J too, if her looking up with a rather surprised look on her face is anything.

"It's not really fine, but I guess I can forgive you," Uzi says, and that's the most they'll get out of her. She's not being sappy and shit around them.

V snickers, and nuzzles her face into the back of her neck.

J leans her forehead against Uzi's.

And y'know what?

She's content to stay like this for as long as they'll allow.

She leans into J's chest, listens to her core beat while V's breath warms the back of her neck.

This is nice.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I sent you some mermaid themed brain rot a long time ago. And guess what...I've still got more so here you go *dumps and runs.*

(Ignore that it's approaching the end of May ik I'm late lol)

Trainer/handler reader for sea monster legacy. He's terribly anti social at first in the aquarium. Doesn't like the bright lights and bring prodded (deep sea creature and are all of these vet check ups really necessary????) But reader is chill and isn't invasive. Is fine with just sitting near the tank, being quiet, and letting him approach in his own time. They grow closer, legacy feels comfy occasionally going up to the glass to play with kids, and tolerates vet check enough now that his molting scales due to stress or injury got fixed. Thoughts???

(As always, as a person with one of those hyper realistic mermaid tails, I've got more)

MORE SEA MONSTER FOUL LEGACY YIPPEEE (also can i see the tail)

your coworkers warned you that Legacy was unruly- he's scared away every handler before you, the last one resigning after just a month, although there were never any injuries which you think is very interesting. deep sea monsters like him usually resort to using their teeth and claws if they feel threatened, and your friends tell you as much as you enter the dim, empty room. for a while you barely see anything in the enormous tank, only the hint of a tail swimming by or a distant shadow as you sit on the bench and wait, flipping through a book you brought. Foul Legacy is so quiet, in fact, that you don't notice that he's been curiously watching you until he lets out a faint hum, an echoing tune like a whale's song. you don't say a word, allowing him to swim around and examine you as best as he can- you're different from the others. not as loud, devoid of the horribly bright lights they usually bring- instead you just place your hand on one side of the glass with a kind smile, and after a moment Legacy's webbed claws reach out and mirror your action, a soft trill bubbling up from his fanged maw

as your coworkers quickly discover, Foul Legacy absolutely ADORES you. he swims by your side as you walk by his tank, turning happy flips and shivering his fins when you look over at him, because he knows he's safe in your presence, that you'll treat him like a person and not an animal. you're the only one allowed to treat his injuries or give him checkups, since you're the only one who handles him gently, giving him treats and scritches as rewards for staying still- Legacy willingly comes to the top of his enclosure, where it's bright and full of lights, just to snuggle his head against your lap. once in a while, on warm days, you'll be allowed to go swimming with him, and he wraps his long tail around you in delight, just holding you close and purring as you brush a hand over his delicate fins

no matter how good or bad the pay might be, you know that you're staying just for him

[odyssean-flower]

Everything Shall Return to the Sea Chapter 1 (Yandere Neuvillette x GN Reader)

Summary: A lonely soul rescues a mermaid on the beach and finds their life changed forever. Warnings: Angst, reader has depression, obsessive yandere thoughts Note: This was written before the 4.0 update

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

The morning chill was seeping into your skin, despite the towel you had wrapped around you. However, you paid it no mind. 

You were sitting on a bench, watching the sunrise at the beach. The sun had yet to emerge from the horizon, and the sky was still a deep blue, dotted with stars here and there. 

There was no one around, too early even for the early-risers. And yet you sat there, alone, gazing at the horizon idly.

You were here on vacation, though your somber mood and days of mostly holing up in your cabin make it far less deserving of the cheerful and relaxing feelings that the word brought to mind. 

Truth be told, you didn’t even know why you decided to come here. You had been riding the train when you saw an advertisement for a beach vacation. Something about the bright blue ocean and white beaches tugged at something in your heart, something that you thought had long died. So, you ended up renting a beach cabin for a week.

Honestly, now that you were here, you felt like you did something incredibly foolish. A change of scenery wasn’t going to miraculously transform your mindset or your life. All you did was feel lonely in a sunnier location.

Loneliness was your only constant companion throughout your life. Your parents died when you were young, and you had no other relatives. You grew up in an orphanage, always overlooked and ignored by the other kids and adults, and only ever had fleeting, shallow friendships. You didn’t really have any hobbies either. Even now as an adult, you never connected with anyone at your job, with your days mostly consisting of going to work and returning home.

Still, at least this scenery was beautiful. The horizon was lightening before your eyes, turning from blue to amber, heralding the sun’s slow rise. The stars gradually disappeared one by one. The gentle crashing of the waves and the faint cries of seagulls served as pleasant background noise as you gazed ahead. The damp sea breeze grazed against your cheek and ruffled your hair.

Right now, you could almost understand why people found the beach so relaxing. 

If only… you thought. If only I can just exist in this moment forever…

But of course, the world wasn’t so kind. The sky gradually lightened, the sun making its slow ascent above the waters. There were more people now, some of them shooting you weird looks for being here so early. You decided that it was time to head back.

As you walked along the shore, you suddenly spot something lying in the sand up ahead. You didn’t know what it was at first. It was long, its upper half white and its lower half blue and glittering. It also seemed to be moving faintly, though that might just be the waves. A beach toy? You thought. 

You steadily approached it, but the closer you got, the more you wondered if you were hallucinating.

The “beach toy” was larger than you thought. It would probably tower over you if it were standing up. Its upper half resembled the torso of the most handsome man you had ever seen. His long white hair, mingled with what looked like blue streaks of hair, was fanned out beneath him. His eyes were closed, his eyelashes long enough to brush against the tops of his cheekbones, and his chiseled features and torso reminded you of a classical statue. His alabaster skin shone in the sunlight. As your gaze traveled down his body, his human-looking waistline melded into iridescent blue fish scales. The scales tapered to a point before flaring out into translucent fins. 

It was a mermaid’s tail.

You were looking at a mermaid.

No, you idiot, you laughed at yourself. This is probably some kind of super-realistic toy or an elaborate art installation.

It really was a beautiful piece of work, though. It looked so real, like it could open its eyes at any moment. You found yourself kneeling down and reaching out to touch the tail. It was smooth beneath your fingertips. Smooth, warm, and pulsing.

Your hand jerked back and you whipped your head towards the mermaid’s face. Its eyes were open now, and looking at you. Though his gaze was weak, you could sense the scorn and wariness directed at you.

The mermaid’s mouth opened, but only a faint gasp came out. You stumble back when you saw what you took for lines on his neck flutter. They were gills.

Your thoughts were racing through your mind. No way, no way, this has to be some kind of prank. There’s probably a hidden camera somewhere…

You look around. There was no one around as far as you could see, no one running up to you and telling you that this was a joke. It was almost too quiet. 

“Are…are you really a mermaid?” you tentatively ask. The words sounded ridiculous, but there was no other conclusion. You briefly wonder if this person was just wearing a fake mermaid tail, but his skin blended into scales much too smoothly for that, and nothing could explain the gills.

The mermaid regarded you for a few brief moments. You could sense his annoyance, probably at how long it took for you to come to the realization. His head moved up and down imperceptibly. A nod.

“Okay…” Holy crap, I can’t believe this is actually happening, you thought in a mixture of fear and surprisingly, joy. I’m meeting a real mermaid! “H-How did you get here, sir?”

The mermaid only stared at you. He didn’t even open his mouth this time. Maybe he can’t talk on land? It was then that you notice the shallow rise and fall of his chest. The mermaid was weak. It must have been washed up onto the beach during the night and was stuck here, unable to push itself back into the sea.

Now you knew what you had to do. Still not quite believing the situation, you told the mermaid, “Okay, I get it. You want to go back to the sea, right? I’ll help you.” 

The mermaid’s eyes widened slightly like he couldn’t believe what you were saying. Did he think I was going to take him away and sell him or something, you wonder idly. 

Although, dragging him back into the water looked to be a formidable task of its own. For one thing, he was massive, so it would take a considerable amount of your meager strength to move him. There was still no one around. It was all up to you.

A part of you thought, I could just leave and call for help. The last thing my life needs is to get involved with a magical creature, and I’m nowhere near capable enough to help him. Not getting involved with others and keeping to yourself was how you survived. But it was overpowered by the weak but desperate gaze aimed at you. You’re the only one who can help me, the mermaid seemed to be saying. 

He needed you.

That thought spurred you on, and you got to work. You gently but firmly grasped the mermaid’s tail–which made him twitch a little–with both hands and started to drag the mermaid back into the sea. He was heavier than you expected, and you almost fell on your butt a few times, but you made gradual progress. You kept apologizing to him as you dragged him through the sand. It felt criminal to treat such a beautiful otherworldly creature like this. 

The mermaid’s eyes were fixed on you as he watched you struggling and wheezing. You really wished he would close his eyes again. His stare was unnerving. You’ve never been looked at like this by anyone, much less a beautiful mermaid, and it was just your luck that it had to happen when you were sweating and gasping for breath. 

Finally, when the sea was up to your knees and the tail was fully submerged in the water, the mermaid’s strength seemed to return. Now supported by the buoyancy of the water, the mermaid turned around and dove beneath the water. You watched in awe as his tail moved in a synchronized rhythm, his long white hair streaming behind him. 

The mermaid’s head surfaced a short distance from you. He didn’t say anything. You couldn’t read any emotion in his eyes. He was simply looking at you like he was waiting for something.

Suddenly, a strange urge to ask him to take you with him rose up within your mind. You had no idea where it came from. It was a preposterous idea, of course.

Instead, you simply gave him a small wave. The mermaid didn’t return it, only staring at you for a few moments longer before slipping back beneath the waves.

You stared at the spot where he once was until the ripples disappeared.

You never saw the mermaid again for the rest of your vacation, even as you went out to the beach every morning to stare out at the waters, trying to catch a glimpse of white hair or blue scales. 

You didn’t know what you were hoping for. You had no idea what you were going to do if you saw him again. Try to talk to him? Take a picture? 

Maybe you just wanted to feel like you were chosen. You were the one who found him, and you were the one who saved him. 

Maybe, you just wanted to feel that connection again.

The mermaid occupied your mind even long after you returned from vacation. Who was he? What was his name? Where in the sea did he live? Were there others like him? Were there others who also saw him?

These questions soon turned into a hidden passion. You began to spend your leisure time researching mermaid legends, collecting mermaid pictures, and even attempting to sketch that beautiful mermaid you saw. Your ears perked up at any mention of mermaids. It was a good thing that you lived alone and kept to yourself, or other people would have thought you’d gone mad. 

You scoured the internet for any information on mermaid sightings. Most were completely bogus, but after some time you managed to find a forum about mermaid sightings in the area you visited in some hidden nook of the web. It was a small forum where other mermaid enthusiasts eagerly shared theories, stories, and blurry photos of what could either be mermaids or giant fish.

At first, you simply lurked, but the easygoing and welcoming nature of the forum users eventually convinced you to share your own story. None of the other users had seen that white-haired mermaid before, but the response was more passionate than you expected, as you answered the bombardment of questions. Though some were disappointed that you didn’t take any pictures, everyone was more excited about the fact that there was someone else who shared their experience. No one doubted your story at all.

The forum soon became a place you frequented as soon as you got home from work. The other posters became familiar friends to you. Their posting habits, their active hours, and even the details of their life they shared became ingrained in your memory. And, as you were surprised to discover, the same went for the others. 

Your fixation on mermaids gradually faded. The forum became a place to vent, ask for advice, and simply to talk to someone. You started to share more and more about yourself, talking about things you never told anyone and, through the responses you received, you discovered things about yourself that you never existed.

You were still mostly invisible at work, but now it no longer felt like you were in free fall. It felt like there was a safety net beneath you now. 

When the other users threw you a virtual birthday party, you sobbed.

So this…is what it feels like to be a part of a community, you thought as you watched the familiar, dear faces sing “Happy Birthday” to you.

The mermaid books on the shelf behind you were dusty from being untouched for months.

In the depths of the sea, far beyond where the sun’s rays could reach, a lone mermaid was gazing up at the surface.

His long white hair billowed around him as he stared upwards unblinkingly. The blue horns–signifiers of his high status–jutting out of his hair gave off an eerie glow. His hand was absentmindedly touching the end of his tail–the same spot that you grabbed.

Even now, he still couldn’t get your eyes, so filled with loneliness, out of his mind. The warmth of your touch still lingered on his scales.

He never liked humans. He disliked their smiling faces as they tore through his people’s habitat and disturbed the peaceful creatures living in the depths. However, he never did anything to them, because that would put his people in danger.

He disliked humans…but then there was you.

The hesitant touch of your hand on his scales that turned into a firm grip, the defeated eyes that came alive as you tried your best to rescue him, the soft apologies that spilled out of your mouth…

All of that stirred something in the mermaid’s heart. Something he didn’t know existed.

Unbeknownst to you, he had come up close to the surface every day during your vacation as well. You never saw him, because he stayed right below the surface, observing you. You looked so frail as you stood at the spot where you found him, your toes barely touching the water. Sometimes you would take a step forward like you were about to go into the sea, but you would always stop and walk back. That was a relief for him. He didn’t know what he would do if you really did it. Then he would wonder why he was even worried about a human at all.

He didn’t really have any intention of revealing himself, but seeing your disappointed look as you walked away after another day of not seeing him almost made him want to emerge from the water. Those sad eyes…what had you endured to make them like that? And why did he want to know?

“Lord Neuvillette!” One of the other mermaids called to him. Neuvillette reluctantly turned around after a few seconds. 

Neuvillette didn’t understand these feelings that tugged at his heart, but he did know this: he wanted to see you again. No matter what. 

[littlehungrywarriorcats]

Ok sorry if this is random but any tips to drawing tabbies? Its easily the most difficult part of drawing cats for me. I constantly dread getting to the stripes.

Sorry this took so long to get to! the thing is I'm ALSO terrible at tabbies and dread drawing stripes, but I'll do my best here.

Also, I'm WAY better at drawing realistic tabbies than I am drawing "animation-friendly" tabbies, so I'm going to be coming primarily from that angle, but I'll have advice for both.

First things first: REFERENCES ARE YOUR FRIEND! ALWAYS have at least 1 reference up of the type of tabby you're trying to draw, EVEN if you're heavily stylizing! It'll act as a visual reminder of The Zones

I think of tabby stripes as being broken up into different Zones. Zones often connect or overlap, but if I approach and draw them separately, I can not only make tabbies less overwhelming, but understand each part of their appearance.

I'll break down the different Zones of different types of tabby:

the Collar zone is basically the same on all tabbies, with only the part that transitions into whatever it touches varying. Tails are also usually the same with not much variation.

For mackerels, the Flank is the bulk of the stripes. They're long, and on most mackerels they break off into smaller pieces. This can give the illusion that stripes aren't reaching the belly (as can fluffiness, which often hides stripes) but they usually do go all the way down.

Both leg markings just kinda wrap around the legs like bands. However, note the transition areas. See how the top of that upside-down Y on the front legs meets the front-most yellow Flank stripe? They're built the same way as the 2 yellow stripes behind them.

Another way to think of it is that the Flank stripes above the front leg split off into that Y-shape and become the leg stripes.

We see this a little bit on the back w/that last, small Flank stripe becoming the top back Leg stripe, but notice that there's a whole new region there too!

That Ass Region is the hardest part of the tabby for me and the one that took the longest to learn. You really do have to think of it as its own Zone in order to understand it. What I do is draw the Flank, and then the back Legs, and then use them to figure out where the Ass Region should go as a transition section between the Flank and Leg.

AKA, the angle of the Ass stripes are going to be halfway between the Flank and the Legs:

That's why I draw the Flank and Legs first, and then let them guide how the Ass goes. The Ass stripes get smaller as they transition into becoming tail stripes.

Both for Leg transition areas and for the Ass Region, you're going to be drawing a lot of triangles. Drawing tabbies means drawing a LOT of triangles, which is not an intuitive fact, and that's why tabbies are so hard to draw. We think of them as like…straight lines all throughout. We don't really think of tabbies as "has triangles." But when you look at real photos of tabbies? There's So Many Triangles.

Pictured above: Triangle. Notice how it's acting as a transition point where 3 other zones meet.

As a variation of mackerel, spotted tabbies are similar. Sometimes the front Legs connect to the Collar (we see this on mackerels too), sometimes not. Sometimes Tail stripes are broken towards the base, sometimes not.

The big key things w/spotteds - who I struggle the most with - is that the actual "spots" are pretty much only on the Flank and Ass! Most of the stripes are still connected, with maybe a few breaks here and there.

The bottom part of the Ass gets less and less broken as it starts to transition into back Legs. Similarly, the front part of the Flank gets less and less broken as it transitions into Collar.

Classics have a MAJOR point of difference from Mackerels, though, and that's because of The Swirl.

The Flank gets pushed all the way up to the shoulder area. Sometimes just behind it, sometimes it gets shoved all the way up against the collar (like in the reference). Usually there's some bare spots around there.

The Swirl is usually on or near the ass (back-ish part of the flank or over the back leg). It consists (usually) of a big center dot and a circle around it OR a snail-like swirl, and then some smaller, unconnected or less-connected stripes circling it, emanating out, getting smaller. These smaller stripes transition into the back Legs.

Sometimes The Swirl is more in the middle/front of the flank, which is when we see the Ass become its own region again, and it acts just like it does on mackerel: as a transition zone between angles of stripes.

The good news is you don't have to memorize any of this! This is NOT a List Of Facts for you to Always Know, this is a guideline for HOW to think of/break down tabby stripes, so that when you look at your references, you don't get overwhelmed.

As well, to help you understand WHAT you're simplifying when you simplify. Even the most animation-friendly, cartoony, simple designs are simplifying/stylizing real life, which is why even (and especially) cartoonists do things like figure sketches and anatomy studies.

As long as you put something down that follows the basic principles of each Zone to represent that it's there, you can get very very simple with it. You can also get very stylized while still feeling believable:

Faces also have Zones but they're WAY simpler.

You've got the Cheeks (red) and the Tabby M (blue). Just put SOMEthing there to represent each of those and you're good.

I hope this helps!!!!

[jayweek]

Class Rivals - You (or your character) and Heesung hate each other in the classroom, but an incident leads to something more happening.

genre: class enemies to lovers, slow burn, a little comedy and drama. a little sugestive (idrk?). sfw. words: 1.4k.

tw: mention of ex boyfriend that was toxic. (If there is more or any other mistakes, please let me know. thank youu!)

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Heesung has always thought you were pretentious and bossy. It seemed like you didn’t know anything, yet you knew everything. And he hated that. Throughout every semester, either you or Heesung were at the top of the class. And Heesung always hated it when you were on top of him.

With the arrival of the Charity Event for the Hospital that partners with your college, you were anxious because you knew your ex-boyfriend would be there, as he works at the hospital.

________________

Arriving at the classroom today, you saw that despite hating Heesung, you hated your ex even more!

Heesung is everything your ex envies. He’s popular, successful, and probably intelligent too, but you hated to admit it. Especially since he always looked at you with disdain in class or when you ran into him on campus.

...

Two days before the charity event, when class ended, you decided to make your last move. You thought there was no other choice. "Either him or no one."

"Hey, Heesung!"

You approached his desk, and he widened his eyes in surprise but then continued with his usual cold demeanor.

"What is it?"

"Do you want to go to the charity event with me? I need to piss someone off, and I think you’d be perfect..."

"To your ex?" - he cut you off. - "I’m in!"

Heesung might think you’re a snob and everything, but he hated your ex even more. He used to play with every girl's heart, and you were no different, so he sympathized with the cause.

"Wow, I didn’t expect you to agree so easily" - you couldn’t hide your relief. "I’ll see you there then!"

"Okay! But don’t expect me to."

He had that mischievous grin that suggested he was up to something.

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On the day of the Charity Event, you dressed in your best formal outfit and got all dolled up. You wanted to make a strong impression. Even though your ex is a jerk in real life, he’s still coveted by girls - which bothers you since he always makes a mess of anyone he dates. So, you wanted to show how well you’re doing now after your breakup, even if it’s not entirely true. You just don’t want your story to keep repeating itself with others.

"I have to value myself. I will get over it. I do."

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You got Heesung's contact from the class group chat and sent him a message.

"Hey, Heesung! It’s me, Y/N. The charity event is today, don’t forget. Will you pick me up at home?"

He replied almost immediately.

"I’d rather die!"

You were now used to his way of speaking. But you knew he would be there anyway.

You arrived very early at the Charity Event, bringing your donation. To your surprise, Heesung was already there, anxiously looking at his wristwatch.

"Oh, there you are!" - you said.

"Hey! Do we have to start pretending now?"

You were surprised by his attitude; he already seemed like a golden retriever wagging its tail.

"It would be good!"

"Ugh, really?"

He was back to being his usual grumpy self. He was actually well-presented, wearing a formal outfit in shades of brown and white, with his hair nicely styled and a different perfume.

"New perfume?" - you asked. You were enjoying teasing him.

He widened his eyes again and then continued seriously.

"Yeah. I usually wear this one when I go out." - he paused, now putting his hands in his pockets. - "Okay, what do we have to do?"

"Just stay close to me and treat me well."

"Okay, just don’t expect me to kiss you!"

You laughed, but he remained serious.

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As the event started to get crowded, Heesung put your hands around his arm to make the "relationship" look as realistic as possible.

"Is this good?" - he tried to speak discreetly.

"Yeah, it’s fine!" - you tried to smile despite feeling a bit strange with the closeness.

You had barely spoken before, and now you were walking arm in arm.

...

You both walked around, and both your faces lit up seeing the donations for the Hospital coming in more and more.

"Isn’t it great to see people committed to helping?" - you cheered.

"Yeah... it’s really nice."

He had a faint smile, as if he was embarrassed deep down, and he really was. With each of your words, Heesung felt more regretful about the harsh judgments he had made about you.

After all, you were just an ordinary girl with good grades. Despite still being a bit snob to him and liking a good competition.

Deep down, he was afraid you would surpass him and all his years of effort would be in vain.

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Soon, the teacher of the hardest subject Heesung had ever taken came over to greet you both.

"Well! If it isn’t my two most diligent students!"

Heesung was suspicious. Professor Will had never smiled at him like that, let alone complimented him!

"Good night, Mr. Will! Are you enjoying the event?"

"Indeed, my dear! Indeed!"

He walked away, laughing. Professor Will was always eccentric, especially with his laugh and his choice of clothes, which were always very colorful and boldly patterned.

With Heesung, the professor barely spoke.

One day, Heesung scored 90 on his exam, and the professor threatened to fail him. Soon after, he said he was joking and laughed.

That moment was awful for Heesung. He had studied hard for that subject, but it ended up being his worst grade of the semester. Failing a subject would ruin his resume, which he worked so hard to perfect.

...

"Do you have a thing with him or something?"

Heesung's abrupt question startled you. He had a serious tone and a suspicious air. Now it was you who had wide eyes.

"Who? Professor Will and me? Of course not! Are you crazy?"

He paused and continued to watch the professor turn the corner.

"I don’t trust that guy. I don’t want you near him."

"Okay..."

You decided not to prolong much the conversation because you thought it would lead to nowhere. Heesung seemed to have a solid opinion about the professor, and nothing you said would change his mind. Still, you decided to add something.

"Did he do something? I never noticed anything before..."

Heesung was once again impressed. This time, by your empathy towards his opinion.

"He never treated me well before, even joked about failing me despite my grade being sufficient. It wasn’t the best, of course, but it was clearly above average. I didn’t think it was fair for him to joke about something so serious. It’s someone’s future."

Heesung's confession tugged at your heart.

You both continued walking.

"Oh, I didn’t know... that’s really frustrating."

"Sorry for assuming that about you; it wasn’t fair of me. I just don’t trust that he’s a 100% good guy. He treats certain students very differently."

"Thank you."

You said simply with a slight light smile. Looking at his face now, instead of serious and judgmental, he seemed concerned about his last action. Which you thought was fitting.

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After, you both enjoyed delicious treats and got distracted by the musical performances at the Charity Event.

The food stalls were being dismantled when a kind elderly vendor called you.

"Kids! Can you help me take down the stall, please?"

It was a fortune cookie stall, your favorite.

"Sure!!" - you said cheerfully and promptly.

Heesung was busy examining the stall with his hands on his hips, probably thinking about how you guys would dismantle everything.

Meanwhile, you noticed the short, smiling elderly man walking toward a distant stall. "Strange..." - you thought.

At that moment, you heard a noise. It was Heesung tripping over with a tray of fortune cookies!

And he was falling towards you!!

Some bells from the fortune cookie stall jingled with the wind as Heesung landed completely on top of you, both of you on the ground. You laughed, and he was determined to keep the tray of cookies from hurting you.

"Well..." - he said, leaving the tray on the ground to focus solely on your eyes. - "I really prefer when I’m on top of you!"

You both laughed. He got up and he helped you get up too. Now you guys had an inside joke.

"Maybe so, but this semester, my name will definitely still be on top of yours!"

"Not a chance!"

[allyheart707]

Lots of medical turtle stuff down here, if you wanna use it. If not, feel free to ignore. I just freaking love turtles and reptiles and learn about their medical needs in my spare time since I plan to have a few some day.

So, interestingly, when blood is drawn from a turtle, it's usually drawn from the neck. Close above the shell, jugular vein area.

And sometimes from the same spot right above the tail. That vein is called the coccygeal vein, or the tail vein.

However, the ninja turtle boys are mutants, and anthropomorphic turtles, so their anatomy may be more similar to a human in terms of vascular and arterial (veins and arteries), so elbow/wrist may be more appropriate.

Or, secret third option, an in-between. Like the shoulder.

Honestly I'm not sure it even matters since we'd have no way of knowing for sure in the case of mutant humanoid turtles, but I don't think the shoulder would work realistically in any case here due to the difficult vein and artery placement there.

(I couldn't find any good vascular maps for a turtle so have a weird minor-detail one from a medical journal about sea turtle anatomy. Note: some internal structures vary between turtle species due to environment and body shape, but only slightly.)

(Also note: there are two separate pictures due to the labeling. It's the same map, but there's so many things to label they had to make two.)

So, just for funsies, I thought you might like to know where they draw from with actual non-mutated turtles. Just in case.

Here's some terminology and other facts if you ever wanna use that:

The veins typically sought out for blood drawing in turtles are the jugular and tail vein, but a couple others may work. This is typically because most other drawing sites, like the arms, have a much higher chance of lymph contamination in the sample. The jugular is the least likely site to give this contamination.

It's not recommended to try to access the jugular when the head is in the shell, nor is it recommended to attempt to get the head out of the shell for the sample. In those cases, sedation is the preferred method. Mostly to not hurt the animal.

The tail vein is the second best option, and can be approached ventral or dorsal (from underneath or from the top).

If a turtle keeps their head in their shell and sedation is not an option, the subcarapacial sinus is used. It lies inside the carapace at the level of the cervical vertebrae. So basically right at the top above the neck at the juncture between the neck and the shell.

(medical article snippet below)

Here's another visual reference for the preferred spots

Hope this helped! Or if you don't feel like going through this much trouble for your "just for fun" comic, I hope you enjoyed learning something new! 😊

Woah! Thank you for this! I will definitely keep this in mind for the future of this project and/or any other turtle projects I do.

Thank you so much for going out of your way to write all this out for me! I found it actually pretty interesting! Maybe this will convince me to look up a little bit more about turtles in the future :33

[neppednep]

Hi! Can I request Yandere Tamamo(Monster girl quest) for a male reader? Thank you in advance, I really like your work ❤

Yandere Tamamo HCs

I want to make Tamamo a Tamommy.

》 Honestly, Tamamo herself doesn't quite know what drew her to you. She was one of the first beings to come into creation and not even the Monster Lord, let alone humans, could possibly comprehend everything she's been through. Realistically, the only constant in her life is herself. She's seen many humans come and go, not batting an eye as their civilizations fall and are lost to time.

》 That being said, when some random, quite frankly unremarkable young human caught her eye, she was… confused. She isn't stupid, she knew exactly what it was. She lived through the reign of Black Alice and fought in a brutal war against the angels, so not much scared her, but this did. Feeling something like this break through her admittedly mundane and repetitive life was not something she ever expected. They say love works in mysterious ways, but this is just ridiculous.

》 Tamamo was cautious at first. She didn't dare approach you, just like a fox stalking its prey. When she wasn't doing her usual diplomacy work, she would follow you in the shadows and watch you go about your life. She pondered what made you so special, why of all people is she feeling this way towards you. Tamamo thought she was a patient person. Even if her sisters and creator are stuck sealed for all of eternity, she managed to convince herself what they feel must be nothing compared to this. She couldn't figure it out. All the wisdom she built, all her life experiences felt meaningless. She spent weeks, months watching and her attraction only grew. Eventually she finally snapped. Watching was getting nowhere, so she decided to go a step beyond.

》 She ended up ‘accidentally’ bumping into you. She looked around your age at the time, so it was easy for her to gain your trust. The two of you got along well, quickly becoming what you thought were friends. Meanwhile internally Tamamo was sinking deeper and deeper into depravity, her obsession growing with every second she spends with you.

》 It wasn't until she actually met your parents until she did anything. They weren't a big fan of her being a monster. You didn't understand why. Who wouldn't like those fluffy tails? They wanted to stop you from hanging out with her, but they weren't really able to when they went missing days later.

》 She waited a few days, letting you fend for yourself until realizing they're not coming back. Tamamo was a patient woman, she had to wait a few days until coming in to being the pillar of support you needed. She wasted no time filling your head with lies about how she heard they’ve been planning to leave for a while. Luckily, Tamamo was there to support you when no one else would. She took you back with her to Kitsune Village where realistically no one would dare say anything to her. Being in such an isolated place made it near impossible for you to get away either, though she'll make sure the idea would never cross your mind. Manipulation was her specialty, after all. For once she's grateful for all those politics she's been involved in. Critical ecstasy was only the nail in the coffin.

》 Even after getting to Kitsune Village, she still didn't really show her true colors for a while. She did let others get close to you as your ‘friends’ such as Kitsu or Yao, but it was more to keep an eye on you while she was out. Since there wasn't much to do out there, she did teach you a few things, such as how to cook, take care of the house, and even fight to some extent, just to be safe. Of course, no amount of training you could do in your lifetime could ever reach her level, but you should at least be able to protect yourself from any perverts stupid enough to touch you.

》 Years pass and it's all pretty much the same. You spend all of your time in Kitsune Village taking care of Tamamo whenever she's around as she's pretty much made you her ideal husband. Life outside of Tamamo and the Village was near non-existent and forgotten, and you can't really complain about drowning in fluffy tails when she is around.

》 Maybe she'll make an exception and create dozens of little Tamamos with you. Just to keep some part of you with her in the coming eons.

[fortemelody]

Aaaaaa yes omg ugh shadow and Maria my beloved

I love how they made Maria cheekier in the movie because from what I’ve seen shes been the traditional kind and reserved girl but to see like a cheeky silly 11 year old made me smile so hard my cheeks were hurting

Knuckles and tails were so adorable too!!! Ugh so polite,,, they’re just little guys!!

And omg stobotnick this entire movie was so gay in the best most fanfic-y way possible I cannot

Sadly I deleted TikTok for various reasons 😭 if you have instagram though you can find me at galaxia_nacho!! My friends and I also went as sonic characters and I did a tails closet cosplay and before the movies we did a collective bathroom break and two girls (who ended up sitting behind us) walked past me and I could hear them giggling and saying Omg did you see that tails fit??

i do have an insta so i’ll be sure to follow you! i don’t post as there much (no videos) but i might have to start doing reels actually if tiktok gets banned rip 💔

DUDE STOBOTNIK WAS ACTUALLY INSANE. like i kept whispering to my friends “therye so fucking gay!!!!” especially at the end… character redemption at its finest

sonic, tails, and knuckles as brothers is just amazing in so many ways. i love their dynamic it’s so cute and wholesome ahhhh tbh wish i had siblings like that fr (i don’t have any 😢)

i 100% agree with maria! i love the more realistic approach they took with her, it made her seem more lively.

i think (?) i saw your tails outfit on a tagged post and it’s sooo cute! you did a great job :D

[crowborn666-writes]

Howling at the Moon

Werewolf! Bakugo x Reader

Genre: fluff, romance

Summary: You meet at a Halloween party, and as you hang out and get along, you realize that Katsuki’s costume may not be a costume at all.

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“Denki!” You call, slipping into the kitchen. “What do you think of my costume?”

Denki turned mid-sip of his drink, the floppy Pikachu ears atop his head swaying as he turned. You held out your arms, turning in a circle to show off your wolf costume.

“Hey, looks good! Did you make it yourself?”

“Yep! So where are all those friends of yours you want me to meet?”

“Mm,” Denki hums into his drink, quick to swallow the mouthful of soda, “Over here, follow me.”

He leads you into the living room, over to the TV where two boys were playing Mario Kart. A pink skinned girl sat on the arm of the couch, watching them until turning her head at your approach.

“Hey guys,” Denki greeted, ignoring the groan that came from the red head as he lost the race, “This is (Y/n).”

“Oh are they?” The girl chirped, waving to you. “Hi, my name’s Mina, nice to meet you!”

You waved back. “Nice to meet you too.”

“And these two are Sero and Ejirou.” Denki continued, pointing to each of the boys in turn.

“Hey, nice costume.” Ejirou gave you a wide grin, “Looks too well made to be store bought.”

“Made it myself.” You spoke proudly, laughing to yourself when Sero started the next round, Ejirou quick to spin around with a sharp “Hey, don’t start without me!”

“So Denki,” Mina piped up, “where’s explosion boy?”

“I dunno, where is he?” Denki mumbled, glancing around only to jump when a sharp voice sounded behind you.

“I’m right here, you damn extra.”

You turned, seeing a light blonde with a costume not too different than your own.

“Oh hey, there you are! You guys get to know each other, I’ll be back with drinks.”

You watched as Denki slipped away into the kitchen.

You felt eyes on you, and as you turned you caught sight of the light blonde watching you. He stared you down, his crimson eyes flitting over your form. “Is that your costume?”

“Yes it is!” You chirped, turning in a circle to proudly show it off. “Made the ears and tail myself!”

“Looks nice.”

“Thank you! Yours looks really realistic!”

He let out a chuckle, baring teeth that looked a little too sharp. “What’s your name?”

“(Y/n).”

“Katsuki.”

“Alright I’m back!” Denki announced cheerfully, drinks in hand.

“Welcome back.” Katsuki barked, and with one quick swipe of his hand had knocked Denki’s headband down in front of his eyes.

“Ah! Bakugo I can’t see when you do that!”

“That’s the point, dork.”

You giggled at the interaction, reaching out to fix Denki’s headband. “There you go, Denki. Do you need help passing out the drinks?”

“Thank you, that would be nice.”

You helped Denki lighten the load in his arms, setting drinks down on the coffee table while trying to stay out of view for Sero and Ejirou. Once drinks were passed out, Denki dragged you along to meet the rest of his friends at the party.

“Midoriya!”

A green haired boy in an All Might costume turned his head, waving with a cheerful smile. A brunette and blue haired boy with with him, dressed as a rabbit and doctor respectively.

Denki introduced you, and the party wore on with games and music.

You slipped into the kitchen to grab a drink, having been wore out by meeting the many students of classes 1-A and 1-B.

“Well hello wolfie.”

You turned at the voice, spotting a blonde in a butler outfit. Monoma, if you recall.

“Hello.” You spoke warily before taking a drink, not liking the look on his face.

“You’re awful cute to be friends with that class 1-A boy.”

What was that supposed to mean?

“Yeah and? Denki’s my friend, what’s it to ya?” You huffed defensively, one hand finding your hip.

“Don’t you know? Everyone in class 1-A is… well, you know.“

“I don’t know, what about class 1-A?” A voice growled, and you both turned to see Katsuki in the kitchen doorway, sharp teeth bared and the fur of his costume bristling.

Wait…

There’s no way…

Monoma opened his mouth, and then promptly shut it when Bakugo walked forward.

“N… Nothing about 1-A!”

“That’s what I thought, butler. Now get outta here.” Katsuki huffed, watching as Monoma skirted around him to escape back into the living room.

Or maybe the bathroom, if the paleness of his skin was any indicator.

“Thank you.” You spoke, giving him a smile.

“Mhm.” Katsuki huffed, opening the fridge to search for his own drink.

Your gaze traveled over him, eyeing how the fur on his ears and tail looked a little too genuine, how it seemed to naturally move. Not to mention how sharp his teeth were.

“Are you what I think you are?” You asked quietly, almost drowned out by the music.

Katsuki pulled away from the fridge, shutting the door before popping his can open. Red eyes watching you as he took a drink.

“What do you think?”

“I think you are.”

Katsuki grinned, baring those sharp teeth again. “Well aren’t you smart. Took Pikachu four months to realize, even when he saw me shifted one night. Don’t go tellin’ no one, though. Else I’ll rip you apart.”

You were sure the wink he gave meant something different.

Katsuki’s tail thumped against your leg as he passed you, calling out into the living room. “You guys better save me a spot in Mario Kart!”

You watched him disappear from view, feeling your blood pulse in your veins. You wondered if Katsuki could hear how fast your heart was beating.

[twistedroseytoesy]

Octatrio with a vampire squid reader

Just pulled through for 3rd place on the poll! Nicely done guys! Picture of the squid at the end! Waning y’all in case it might upset someone cause they are kinda weird. I like having fairly realistic pictures to spread what they look like! They are really cool! Fun fact! to blind and disorient other deep sea predators the tips of their tentacles emit a little cloud of glowing mucus. another fun fact is that they aren't a squid or octopus, but it has features similar to both species, so it kinda sits between the two.

Octavinelle

Azul: Was a bit amused at your shyness and how amazed you were about the world and all of its colors. Knew you were a deep sea mer pretty quickly from those observations. Wasn't sure what kind of creature due to how little you showed of yourself due to being shy. You always wore a strangely red cloak with a black underside. Tries to warm up to you and get you interested in making a contract with some things from home, since he too was a somewhat deep sea dweller.

When he sees your mer form, whether from the potion wearing off or you were swimming to take a break from being human, he was surprised that you were an octo like him. He assumed you were an octopus mer due to the many arms and webbing since most cephalopods have that. When he approached you immediately hid by wrapping the webbing and tentacles over your head, small and sharp-looking spines on display as a warning. He was a bit unsure how to calm you and just quietly talked to you as you slowly unraveled.

If you say anything about him running away because you're an ugly red monster with spikes, He will shut you up so fast with compliments. He thinks your cape is lovely and he understands why you are so shy now. He'll keep your secret for a small favor. You both become close friends cause cephalopods, or close to ones, need to stick together.

Jade: thought your shyness and strange cape were rather funny mimic of a land vampire. You did prefer darkness over the light of the day. would just stand behind you and chuckle as you flip the cape over your back to try and look bigger while moving away from him. He just LOVED your reactions. Sometimes if he scared you enough you would start wiggling and waving your hands in odd ways. Were you trying to cast some sort of spell~? asks you some uncomfortable questions since he finds your reactions just too much fun to no mess with.

Probably was coming back late after a hike to find you in one of the octavinelle pools. Was interested in your more red and peach toned skin coloration and realized you were a cephalopod mer of some sort since he saw the multiple arms. He smirks as he carefully slips into the water in his eel form and dashed toward you. You notice him and immediately curl your tentacles and cape above your head, spikes out and defensive. He circles around you a few times and laughs at your interesting defense mechanism. He mentions how he’s heard of a vampire squid but never met one.

He’s asking more questions and scaring or making your uncomfortable more often now that he knows. He finds it cute how you curl up under your cloak when on land to mimic your mer counterpart. When he is feeling nice he’ll show off his more colorful mushrooms, he loves your awed expression at the colors in the world above the sea.

Floyd: honestly found you to be SO much fun. Poor you, cause' now this menace eel is on your tail all the time. Squeezed you and is surprised and very happy at how you handle the pressure of his squeezes well. Called you “little snail” at first since you always hid inside of your cloak when he scared you.

The day he finds out you’re a mer, is one of his favorites and one of your worst days. You were just relaxing at 3 am in the dark swimming pool, just being your true self for a bit. Happy to stretch your tentacles a bit. You hear a loud and excited gasp before you hear fast-approaching footsteps. You don’t even get to fully turn around before you’re tackled deeper into the water by a large and excited mer-eel. You quickly hide within your cape and he giggles at that asking if you really think that would stop him. He would poke and swipe at the glowing tips of your tentacles since that’s another way you try to distract from your main body. He wraps around you and squeezes you close now happily calling you “vampire squid” or “little vamp” for short. Your spines/spikes don’t actually do that much damage, they’re more for intimidation than actual damaging defense. Floyd just laughs at the little poking he gets from them.

teases and plays with you a lot. When ever he flusters you in some way he just coos at you and says you now look just like your usual mer self! Will defend you from others if they try and bully you though. Only he’s allowed to do that! Also is glad you don’t mind hanging around him, and that you sometimes like his crushing hugs!

[lost-khione]

Some Halloween headcanons for ARR

Dawn Faction

Koga

Gets invited to Halloween parties

Likes that he can attend them without having to wear a suit

He dresses up and covers his face with a mask so people don't recognize him easily

To his annoyance, Toichiro can still recognize him

Asks his maid to pack some candies for the kids who would swing by his house

Kuya

Lets his wings out on full display since people would just think it's his costume

People stare because it looks so realistic (it is real *wink wink*)

Kids would ask to touch it to which he promptly replies, "No"

Kids have to shout to wake him up since he is usually found sleeping on the veranda instead of handing out the treats at Koga's house

Aoi

Goes all out with his cooking to make sure there are a variety of sweets they can hand out

He tries to make Western sweets since it is a Western holiday - he also puts his art skills to use by designing them

Asks Yura to taste test for him. He is grateful to Yura despite his grumbling when Yura asks for more

Also decorates Raccord to give it the Halloween vibe

"Oji-san, lend me a hand!"

Ginnojo

Also packs candies at his shop

Kuro helps him out with the packing

He displays books with spooky stories since they seem to be popular during this time

"Do I really have to wear this?"

Gets this soft look on his face when he hands out treats

Yura

Volunteers to help with packing candies at Raccord since he's got nothing better to do.

Works as the taste tester when Aoi tries to recreate Western sweets.

"Pray, Sir Aoi, this "cookie" tastes good! Can I have some more?"

Eats more than the candies that he packed.

On Halloween, he takes on his child form, dresses up and lines up with the kids to ask for treats.

Twilight Faction

Toichiro

Also gets invited to Halloween parties

Dresses up like a prince

Likes to annoy Koga since he can easily recognize him

Sticks to Koga since these types of parties do not require them to make their rounds

Still as polite as he can usually be when people approach him

Shizuki

Babysits Kogare since Kogare visits on Halloween

Packs candies with Kogare

"Kogare, hide your ears and tail." To which Kogare replies, "But why is Kuya-san allowed to show his wings?!"

The one who hands out the treats at Toichiro's manor since Kogare also makes his rounds to other houses

Kuro

Helps out at Raccord and Kusanagi Books during candy packing

Also joins in on the fun when Aoi has new sweet samples

Performs in front of Raccord and Kusanagi Books on Halloween

He does it for the promotion of their Halloween show later that night

"If you like what you see, watch the show of Lorenzi Circus Troupe tonight and be whisked away to a night filled with mystery!"

Oji

Always seems to be busy 'entertaining' his customers so he barely helps Aoi with packing candies

He thought he could get away with not wearing a costume so the Raccord gang had to force him to wear something for Halloween

"Aoi-chan, 1 pack of candy for the young lady here"

Gaku

Also helps out at Raccord since Yura is there

Makes tiny trinkets like jack-in-the-box and Chinese finger trap and drops them randomly inside the candy packs

Heaps wasabi on top of the sweets so he can eat the same thing as Yura

Holds back his laughter when he sees the children find themselves trapped in the Chinese finger trap.

"Do you need help with that?"

[tothepointofinsanity]

I have a similar-ish art style to you in the sense that a lot of my art just by the way I stylize certain features makes my it look creepy. This is a huge problem for me because I do genuinely love drawing cute stuff but I can’t because of my art style. I don’t want to completely change my art style because one that would take forever but two drawing things that are scary and creepy help me cope with my agoraphobia and paranoia. I know this is more of a do you have advice than a proper question but what would you suggest I do?

(side note: I ADORE YOUR ART!!!! I especially love your Sayaka work as a massive pmmm fangirl)

Hello, firstly, thank you for taking your time out to write out a long ask. (/ _ ; ) <- Grateful. I’m not a reliable person to ask things about in terms of art given I’m not a professional or good at it, but as usual I will try my best to answer your question here.

I suppose there is a perspective that what constitutes as “cute” differs from everyone, and often I’ve noticed that things that are cute can also be creepy simultaneously depending on context, not just by changing styles alone. Kyubey is an example of this, if you must. It has all the markers of “cute animal design” - round eyes, large bushy tail, cat-like ears, and in the show it behaves like a cat hopping around and perched on the shoulders of the magical girls. Yet it’s not restricted to the interpretation that it’s just cute, since later on there are different things which make it creepy. The context of what the alien creature represents, for one, or the way shots of it are accompanied by a gloomy, industrial background which contrast its bright, supposedly cheerful colour scheme, or how there’s nothing humanly sentimental in it whenever it focuses on Kyubey’s eyes. These transitional details are what balances something that can be deemed both creepy and cute, although not everyone might share this perception.

You don’t have to change your art style, just the way you want to stylise cuteness in your own way. This could mean cutting down “realistic” details for the subject but still keeping the way the background is coloured or textured, for one. Cute things can be achieved also by being simplified. I think Kyubey would look terrifying and not cute at all had they went with a realistic cat design and not an “anime” styled one. One reference I often think about is the way Gekidan Inu Curry captures the dichotomy of Sayaka.

In this example, the highlight is the “size” or composition of the subject. Sayaka on the left is closer to the audience, so we can see her details clearly (how tall she is, how her eyes look, the shadows coloured over her heart). It makes her seem menacing because she’s so close and doing strange things. Yet it has a retain “moe” charm to it because the way it’s coloured and being sketched that it seems…cute. In its own way. Sayaka on the right is sitting further away and enjoying a drink atop a mountain of fluffy Anthony balls. It’s worth noting as well how her eyes in the second picture are more simplified, being drawn on as dots, but the style does not outright lose its creepiness [the weird, dated shading on the umbrella, her hair being textured darker, the background being a fuzzy red].

What you could do is try thinking about how something that is cute would look like in your style. If that makes sense. It is a sort of attitude that affects the approach of your art. Thus it’s strongly encouraged to experiment with what you can draw in your current art style instead of needing to change it. If a rabbit is cute, can you find a way to make it look cute in your style? What is the core appeal of the thing you like? What elements are making current results unsatisfactory by your standards? What do you have to adjust? — Those are questions you’ll venture the answer yourself, and the more you draw, the more your style changes on its own, organically, so don’t worry about it. You may not be able to draw cute things today or tomorrow, and you will likely struggle to get the process of it, but eventually you’ll certainly be able to draw the diverse things you really enjoy without having to sacrifice the personal components of your art’s identity and what it ultimately means to you. With all that said, I’m not sure how realistically useful my suggestion or advice will be, but I will nevertheless be supportive of your endeavours. Good luck!

And thank you! I love drawing Sayaka, so I’m happy people like seeing her just as much. ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶!