#i swear TAILS LIKE IT he's just a bit exasperated

[qcoded]

human sonic and tails dood . . redraw of smth I drew a while ago

[tzihomara]

MISSING YOU . . .₊˚⊹

— who knew your bossy house cat could be so . . . needy?

wc. 3.2k , mdni | fem!reader, unestablished relationship, jealous rough sèx, brèeding, degradation, crèampie, full form sukuna, mirror sèx, tigerhybrid!sukuna, possessiveness, intoxication, scenting, squırting, two còck’s, not proofread.

an;. i got so tired writing this… and i don’t even like it. was thinking & listening to this song while writing for him lolz

“quit your unnecessary movement, woman.”

he grumbled hoarsely, thick stripped tail swatting around and thumping the hardwood floors of your apartment. the two you sitting infront of your mirror.

even though ryomen sukuna’s period of reining the world of curses and jujutsu sorcerers, as king of curses, was indeed over, reduced to a mere house pet. he was still, just as commanding and prissy as ever.

all four of his muscular, and tatted arms wrapped around your smaller frame. demanding and beckoning insistently, silently with a grumpy pout, that you had sat in his lap. not knowing you’d soon feel his large and prickly tongue licking, or “grooming” you so he say’s, once you got a bit too comfortable in the warmth of his frame, licking over.. , and over again, relentlessly seeming. paws digging into you possessively.

you had went to a ‘work’ gettogether your boss had setup, have some drink’s, celebrate, and decompress after the hard work that you, and your coworkers had been through during these few specifically taxing weeks. leaving your particularly cavalier house cat, all alone.

when you had drunkenly unlocked your door, stumbling through it, you were immediately met with and faced a heavily displeased, and exasperated cat. predaceous, sharp, deep crimson irisis looking down at you. fumbling around, your inebriated mind had finally registered him infront of you in the dim lights, you had got home late, a bit— completely, caught up being “excessively friendly” as he’d word it, greeting your coworkers and superiors goodbye.

his fluffy ears were pressed flatly against his wispy hair, not ashamed or hesitant to put his discontent on display for you, tail whipping around irritably, nose scrunching up.

you reeked of a scent that wasn’t his, and he just had to fix it. immediately. resisting the urge to pounce and gnaw your neck to bits, like a chew toy. just for your insolence of returning to him in this,…. “state”.

which is how you ended up now, in his hold, his slob sticking and drying to your skin. “ryo ..’ i think ‘m pretty clean now.” you quietly sigh, tempted to accept your fate. and he scowl’s silently. “you still carry that stench on you. perhap’s, you need proper cleaning further.” he utter’s, while you groan in defeat quitely. “don’t.” he hissed. quipping back quickly, “you subjected yourself to this, woman. ridding my scent off of you for whatever absurd and preposterous reason. are you trying to suggest you’re available?” he glower’s. “course ‘mnot trying to. swear i didnt mean to ‘kuna..” you say, a little drunken slur to your word’s.

he hate’s it, the scent of alchol. but he’d rather have it that, than anyone else’s scent on you again. ever.

he huff’s, a bit more lenient, since you’re intoxicated. vulnerable in his eye’s. a foolish human— his. continuing to lick and brush his bristled tongue over you, leaning a little lower and licking at your neck, feeling your pulse point. cleansing you, yet also marking his scent back over you dually. the sensation makes you shudder. he’s given you “tongue bath’s” before, although something about this particularly, feels a little,.. different.

maybe it was your drunken mind seeking out things that weren’t there.

tongue steadily flicking over your neck, causing just a slight blush of pink on the sensitive and thin skin of your neck, from irritation. inhaling into it, taking in the concoction of both your own and his scent mixed. that was significantly better. letting out a rough purr in contentment. ��are y’done yet?” you ask, not from impatience , or being bored, merely curious at how far he’d take this with his previous comment. “if it were my choice, which it should be. you’d get a much more thorough cleaning. be fortunate m’letting you off like this, brat.” he huffed into your neck. “but you’ve already been lickin me f’twenty mins, kuna.” you sigh. “privileged it wasn’t’ an hour.” he roll’s his eyes.

tail flickering slightly, curled and thick, brushing against you. four arms wrapped around you begrudgingly loosening, free from his grasp. resting his chin on the crown of your head, ears twitching. you can hear the heavy purrs reverberating in his broad chest, two of the four hands resting on your thigh’s.

this is how it should’ve been, if he knew you’d come home like this, he would’ve kept you in his grasp to prevent it. a cheek rubbing into your head, coming down to softly bite your cheek. a silent demand for your attention.

already becoming needy for you, though he’d never admit it aloud. letting his actions speak subtly. you hum, “mhm?…” replying to his demand, small hand of yours going up to caress his hair, inching towards the two fluffy ears that reside on his head. scratching behind the fluff. a rough mix of purrs and growl’s erupting from his chest, “brat. quit it.” he scowl’s, although does nothing to stop it. he could easily remove himself if he pleased, purr’s betraying his gruff tone and word’s.

you weren’t aware, completely oblivious. naive to how needy he was.

missing your presence more than he’d like to admit when you were gone. all. damn. day, he felt like he was going to drive himself crazy when he found himself in your bedroom. sniffing and inhaling the scent of you. clothes, blankets, panties—anything he could find. rutting and grinding his clothed cock’s into your pillows, mounting and biting down on the soft fluff, imagining it were you instead. hands pulling you tighter, flush to him. and you didn’t protest against it.

your own hands rubbing and softly scratching his ears in just the way he likes, unknowing the affect’s it has on him. you thought he excused himself purely out of embarrassment when you got done scratching him, never thinking of the fact that he get’s unbelievably hard after it. purrs getting heavier, just by a little bit, pressing his cheek into your own. ears twitching. you made him melt. body almost going slack for a minute. letting out just the faintest pant. he felt himself getting worked up already. silence being interrupted by the soft tussling of you adjusting your position, the floor can only be comfortable for so long.

taking notice of your discomfort, two large hands promptly settling you on his lap further more. “better?” he mumbled, cheek still in contact with your own, and you nodded. “mhm, ts’better,” adjusting yourself more, slightly grinding down into his lap to get comfortable. “should prob get off the floor, since you’re finished.”, he kissed his teeth. “y’er own fault for not being able to withstand it. no need to move.” he grumble’s, though he merely didn’t want you to move from his lap, even for a split second. “too feeble.” he sighs, voice a little hoarse. getting a little mouthy. ears pressing to the back of his head. and you roll your eyes and pout. “apologies for not being soooo big, ‘tough n bad like you.”

and he growls.

quietly tsking at your words, lowering his head and delivering a faint bite to side of your neck. fangs scratching the skin. you couldn’t bring yourself to scold your kitty, especially after leaving him oh, so lonely today. your pout deepened, pinching his cheek in response. “hmph.. careful.” you warned softly. his grip tightened on you. his own inner turmoil deepened, the need for you. to suffocate you against the floor, act on his need to mark you, inside and out. it was tempting. licking and nibbling at your neck. “pitiful.” he scoff’s, a larger hand subtly rubbing down into your inner thigh. squeezing the plump flat. tail swishing more feistily.

sukuna wasn’t a gentle nor slow man, it was near impossible for him. but he could try, and he was now. patience slowly wearing thin.

he deepened his bite, provoking a little whine from you. he was fortunate you couldn’t see his expression, the way his eyes nearly rolled back at just that. feeling like he’s on the verge of driving himself into a rut. pressing you further down into his lap, semi hard cock’s already starting to make its appearance with a print. you could feel his damp and hot breath on the back of your neck, and you couldn’t deny the way it made you throb in your inebriated state. already feeling hot and flushed from the alcohol, his clingyness wasn’t lessening the sensation’s you felt. “you’re g’na leave a mark. .” you murmured out. sneering at your word’s. “maybe it’ll get it into y’er head to stop ‘flaunting’ around in other people’s scent. ‘pissin me off.” he jibed, licking a fat wet strip up your neck, to behind your ear. beginning to chew on your bottom lip, eyes narrowing.

you could feel that familiar heat pooling in your stomach already, damp cunt clenching around nothing, to your disappointment.

every single time, he could smell the arousal immediately. having such a sensitive and potent sense of smell.

he snickered. clothed arousal fully hard now, you could feel it. he didn’t even bother to hide it now, warmth pressing against your ass. you couldn’t help but feel your face turn a singular shade deeper. breath catching in your throat, silently gulping and tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder. it was his own sign of permission, a silent granting of consent. you knew you couldn’t hide it and he knew it aswell. if not better than you. panting and breathing heavily into your neck. it got you soaked.

hip’s seeking out friction, clothed cock’s grinding into your ass unabashedly, heaving into your ear with a handsome cackle that’s his laugh. “shiit, woman.” he cursed under his breath, and you let out a little whimper. tiny “o-oh” escaping your lip’s. your already simmering body reacting deliciously to his neediness. flushed cunt drenching your panties already. the two hand’s that were resting comfortably on your thighs traveling up to your hip’s, now at the seam’s of your pants, prying and tugging them down, down, down. balled up and wrinkled at your ankle’s, soon completely off. one hand of the four slipping into your panties, a rough padded finger collecting your slick and rubbing your slit. feeling — her, pulse around them. “s’fuckin needy. greedy girl.” he groaned into your ear. ear’s twitching sensitively.

you haven’t ever gotten this wet, and so quickly. beginning to grind back on his fingers, you could see it. the two of you in this position through the mirror infront of you both, it made your breath hitch. two thick lengthy finger’s suddenly sinking into your cunt, squelching and sucking them in. just two fingers of his make you feel so damn full already, thrusting gently while another finger rubs at your clit, low attentive eye’s watching you through the mirror, heavy purrs against your back. rough fingers massaging just the perfect spots inside your velvety walls. “kuna..’” you mewled softly, and he tightens his hold on your thigh’s, spreading them further apart, tugging your panties aside to watch in the mirror. watching your cunt messily clench around him, your slick running down his hand. dripping on his clothed hard on. fabric damp with precum and your arousal.

breath slightly trembling in your ear, hips still needily pressing his aching cock’s into your ass. tail flickering and slithering to wrap around you leg, keeping it in place. “fuuuck.” he groaned, bordering on a moan. “clenchin’ around my fingers like some slut.” biting a little rougher into your neck. you try to turn your cheek—only to be snatched right back in place, rough padded fingers digging isn’t your cheeks and jaw. forcing you to look at the mess he’s making of you. a laugh melting into a moan. “y’like this, brat? watching y’erself’ drench all over my fingers?” “keep your eye’s on us.” he heave’s. fingers curling impeccably, in justtt- the right spot. feeling that coil in your tummy tighten implausibly tighter. schlick noises of his finger’s and your arousal resonant in the room.

your hip’s lazily grinding further onto his girthy digit’s, stuttering languidly over them eyeing yourself. it was so humiliating. his fingers acutely rubbing your soft spot. coil inside your tummy snapping, stomach flexing with frantic ragged breath’s, and a whine. dually creaming and squirting incessantly on his finger’s, hip’s trying to pull away in overstimulation. paded finger mercilessly, relentlessly rubbing continuously, vigorously pulling out choked mewl’s and whimpers out you. “k-kunaaaaa’ , w-wait stopsst-opp,” sob’s prettily spilling from you, palms grasping, fingers digging into his wide forearm in attempt to steady yourself. provoking a hiss from him.

you want to escape from this overbearing feeling, but relish in it too. you both know you don’t mean to try and run. and he purr’s with a grumble.

a hand jerking his short’s down, two lengthy cock’s slapping your puffy folds, slicked with your wetness and release, pretty cherry pink tip’s leaking bead’s of precum, dribbling down his cut length. the fact he had matching tatt’s there made you gush. lengthier cock head prodding, nudging at your fold’s and entrance, your drunken mind whirling from the booze and previous overstimulating high from a few seconds ago, two hand’s back grappling at your thighs, hoisting them up infront of the mirror. finding yourself in a headlock. he has you in full nelson, slowly leaning back into the couch. brows furrowed and tail swatting.

you feel his leaking tip continuously pressing, before sinking into you, eliciting a quiet mewl, chin resting on his forearm, purposely keep your heavy head up to watch him. secondary cock still grinding against the fat of your ass. you felt so suffocatingly full, with a stretched that burn so painfully fucking good. pretty glimmering tears welling in your eyes, you don’t know if it’s from the pain or pleasure, a concoction of both. snickering with a small tsk. “should’ve known , y’er sucha’ crybaby.”, his mean teasing making you grip him impossibly tighter. you loved it. “should i go slow f’ya? think you deserve it after comin home to smelling like that’ , brat?” he groaned into your ear, a rhetorical question. he wasn’t going to be nice, and you were somewhat hoping for that. feeling a little defiant. “shut the f-fuck up.’ fuck me already.” you blurted out. and his eye’s narrowed, temporarily stunned by your word’s, it made his cock twitch— both of them.

with a scoff followed by a grunt, hand’s immediately slamming your hips down with a force that might’ve made you regret being hasty if you weren’t just as needy as him. a slurred, much louder whine escaping at the show of force, suddenly feeling his pace pick up after it, not as harsh as before. tip messily kissing the entrance of your cervix, leaving every spot untouched in your wall’s, you could see it. the way his cock bulge’s in your tummy, roughly dragging your hip’s up and down on his length, yet hips still slamming into you. absolutely using you. and you were fucking loving it, shamelessly moaning and babbling incomprehensibly. “f-fuckfuckfuuuuck..rightthereeuuh” watching yourself get pounded into relentlessly, second cock drooling with loads of precum, slick against your ass. drool dribbling out the corner of your mouth, but throat going dry at the same time. a loud groan forged with a purr escaping his throat. “stupid’ fuckin slut. need to learn some damn manner’s.” tail swishing wildly, his size with your grip was driving him feral, you were squeezing him.

if only you could see his pupils expanding. it were as if he’d been given catnip, even so, you & your cunt is the better drug. “suckin’ me up so damn good. like this pussy is mine, shit-“ he growled with a pant. “m-mhm ts’yours kuna- all y-yours, uooh-“, he wasn’t quick to finish no matter what, but he could’ve came right then and there when you said that, a shudder rushing over his body, a palm smushing your face, gripping harshly to turn it, shifting his head to press a sloppy kiss to you. a distraction. feeling his length somehow grow harder than it already was, he was so deep. it hurt just a tad, but in the best way. you weren’t even sure you could moan into his mouth anymore from how good he was digging into you, stretching you impeccably. rubbing in spot’s you had yet to reach on your own, nobody could reach but him. not like he’d let a man get even close to you ever again after this accident. a hand of his spreading your thigh’s further, a predatory glint in them as he looked from the second eye above his cheekbone, watching your cunt take every single inch. tongue licking all around inside your mouth, coating himself in your taste. toe’s clenching, curling , as hard as you could, the pleasure was just so. fucking. much. tiny hand’s retuning to grasp as his forearm, digging your nail’s into him. leaving little crescent’s. your own mark’s. his pace not even faltering once. pulling back with an airy gasp, groaning in your ear. “i own you. own this pretty ‘lil cunt. gonna fuck you full of my cum, brat. ts’ what you want huh? workin me up with that filthy mouth. should put it ta’ work next.”, and you nod absentmindedly, the tear’s that were brimming your eye’s already cascading down your cheek’s. “uuuhuh, wan’ your cubs s-so bad kuna,” you whined through mewl’s and sob’s, close to your second orgasm, so damn close.

he was close already too, just by how obediently you were nodding along to him, like a mindless doll. and he landed the prettiest one. the two of you were just barely hanging on by a thread, his thrusts becoming more sloppy. languid. deep and harsh, feeling his tip nuzzling just a bit dipper into you, hitting your cervix making you yelp in pleasure and pain, your orgasm hitting you like a fucking truck, clenching down on him as that familiar creamy white ring form’s around his cock again, all in his view. feeling you grip like a damn vice was his breaking point, hips stuttering for the last time before a full blown moan escape’s him, hissing as his eye’s so subtly roll back. bottoming out and cumming fucking bucket’s in you, second cock messily spilling on the floor, feeling the hot spurt’s from his tip inside you, lazily, slowly, fucking you through your own and his release, ear’s flickering up, heavy purrs and pant’s in your ear’s and it felt like you weren’t even present on earth. your mind sent whirling at the sensation of him pulsing inside you. slowly pulling out, not flaccid in the slightest yet. a worn whimper slipping from you in disappointment, cunt gaping and clenching around nothing. palms rubbing the inside of your thigh’s, in a trance at the mess he’s made of you. heaving. purr’s and heavy breath’s filling the silence. tossing his head back with a groan. a temporary peace, resting your eye’s for a few minute’s. you felt so exhausted already, ready to call it quit’s in your intoxicated mind. but sukuna had other plan’s, making it noticeable when he slid his second, wider, more girthier cock, into you. stretching you once again. grip seemingly tighter on you. “don’t think i’m done with you. still have hour’s to make up to me, fuckin brat.” he groan’s.

and you certainly did make up for those hour’s you left your poor kitty all alone, needy and without your perfect pussy.

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[hischokehold]

Pls pls Konig helping bunny through her first wet dream.

Dreamland.

tw: perv!könig

The sweet musk weighs heavy in the air, König barely keeping his eyes peeled while his tiny bunny pounces on him. He's struggling to maintain his consciousness, burly hands lazily wrapping around your waist.

It's been a long week, really; König being ordered by the higher ups in a solo mission to take care of some lunatic who had been obstructing their plans, or so they said. Not that he really cared about it. Asking questions weren't part of the job and as long as he was getting paid in full amounts, enough to take care of his high maintenance pet, he didn't bother to ask any.

Though, he didn't exactly expect his welcome home to turn out like this.

Tiny ah-ah-ah's jutted out of you as he slowly gained awareness of the current situation. Sharp, manicured tips press on his chest, drawing drops of blood in your selfish desire to hump your wet bunny cunt against his clothed cock. Naughty girl, taking advantage of daddy like this. You're far too gone in your own pleasure to notice his lustfilled gaze on you, glossy lips drooling all over yourself.

It was clear that this wasn't enough for you, bunny ears tucked and brows furrowed as you're unable to continue chasing your high. You tried to mimic how daddy did it! But it just didn't feel half as good no matter how much you tried.

"Daddy." You choked out, desperately dragging your hello kitty panties to the side, pressing your 'princess button' as daddy called it, on top of his painfully tight bulge.

"Tsk." He lands a spank on your bottom, the harsh tug on your fluffy tail seemingly bringing you back to Earth. "Didn't take you for a common whore, Hase. Is this how you greet daddy?" His brutish hands wrap around your throat, earning exasperated gasps from you and a choked out cry for his name. "Scheiße, du bist eine Handvoll." It was funny how you were begging now, staring at him like a deer caught in the headlights. Like you weren't just humping away at his daddy cock.

"M' sorry, daddy! Had a weird dream and now my—" You choke, bunny ears and cheeks flushed bright red in embarrassment, "My princess parts are sticky!" You exaggerated by presenting your puffy, swollen cunt right on his face.

König mustered a low chuckle, running his calloused fingers over your folds. It doesn't surprise him one bit. König always knew what was going on in his bunny's ditsy little mind. It didn't help that mating season was merely a month away and that being around a testosterone heavy man was triggering your heat. "Does that give you the excuse to hump away at daddy's dick, bunny? Not even a kiss, hm? After all that time I spent slaving away, making money for my pet."

His harsh words drew tears from your doe eyes, guilt seeping through your cheeks. You didn't want to be ungrateful, this man gave you a cozy home, a pretty bed, and so much more. He was your savior! But but... "Couldn't help it, you feel so warm and big." You yowled, stupid bunny hips jutting against his swelling dick, tiny paws pulling against the fabric. Just a taste, daddy. Just a little bit, swear.

That's right, you were just a little girl after all. Maybe it was partly König's fault for spoiling you rotten and giving into every one of your desires but how could he say no to his darling's teary doe eyes? He stares at you like a mad man before ripping your night gown in half, much to your dismay. You don't even have time to mourn the flimsy thing as König's burly figure is mounting you, cheeks smooshing against his biceps as he pulls you into a head lock.

Your face is shoved against the pillow, warm spit landing on your tiny slit to lube you up, not that you needed it but König enjoyed how it made your button twitch in surprise.

And you feel so, so exposed like this; his monstrous tip pressing against your hole while his rough thumb circles your puffy clit. He doesn't waste any time, plunging your aching hole with his cock, claiming his prize— and you stop moving altogether, mind numbing pleasure short circuiting your little brain— "Daddy! Daddy!" All you could think of was your owner's cock inside you. "Breed me, breed me."

"Oh, fuck. Been dreaming of this tight pussy." Guttural groans rumble from his chest at your tightness, unable to stop himself from dragging his length and ramming against your gummy walls, each movement causing you to feel each and every vein.

"That's right, my baby bunny only thinks about her daddy's dick. You need daddy to do that for you, don't you, schatzi?" Little girl, you better pray for your heart and your pussy. You wanna act like a slut? Then you're gonna be treated like one." He chuckles darkly, "I'll make all those wet dreams come true, ja? Gotta make up for all the time lost."

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[tulippanes]

𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆

i. — catch that dog!

warnings: N/A

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"No!"

Hajime doesn't know why he called Takahiro, even after seeing how he took two miles worth of running. "Don't be so dramatic," he states as he exits his gym. He checks the time on his phone. 10:42 a.m.

"I'm still not gonna go," Takahiro says.

"Then what was the point of running with me today?"

"I got bored. Duh."

"'Cause your lazy ass doesn't do shit," Hajime huffs and he can hear Takahiro gasp.

"If I go with you next time will I get that gym pic?"

Hajime hung up after that. He grumbles in frustration and chugs the rest of his water before walking back to his car. He should've known something was up when Takahiro asked to join him on his run. Like he'd ever actually work out with him.

"Hey! Watch out!" He can hear a voice in the distance call out. Were they talking to him? Yet right when he looks to his side, he sees a dog leaping at him. Startled once the dog jumps on him, he loses balance and lands on the ground. He can hear the dog panting before it licks his cheek. Its beady eyes stare right back at him. A corgi.

The sound of rushed footsteps near and the dog picks it up, immediately sprinting off his chest. He looks up and sees a woman, an exasperated expression on her face once she watches the corgi dash off. She looked out of breath. Maybe it was the teeny bit of pity he felt for her, but he stands up in an instant and runs after the dog. He no doubt looks stupid chasing after a dog that's not even his. Even so, what's the harm in helping someone out?

He eventually corners the dog, slowly nearing it. Then it slips by him. Tries to at least, lucky enough for him he was able to grab the corgi before it officially did slip past him.

He walks back towards the stranger and spots her jogging up to him. The corgi in his arms while giving him another lick on his cheek, tail wagging and all. The two stop in front of each other and he gets a good look at her. She's pretty. Really pretty.

It's almost like her eyes are shining when she sees the dog in his arms. He tries hard not to avoid her gaze. "Thank you so much for catching him. I'm so sorry for all the trouble." She takes the corgi from him, his hand brushing hers which causes him to flinch. He shakes his head while scratching the back of his neck.

"No– Uh. It's fine. No trouble really... Is he yours?" he questions.

A small smile appears on her lips and Hajime instantly avoids her gaze. Fuck, was he feeling nervous? "No, no. I work at the doggie daycare just over there," she says and nods towards the building next to his gym. The Bone Zone. Oh, so that was a daycare for dogs. He's always seen it, just never really got curious to actually look into it. Maybe now he has a reason to.

"You're a great runner," she says. The compliment almost makes him smile.

"Oh.. Yeah, thanks. I like to run in my free time."

"Really? Well, is there any way I can compensate you?" He blanks out at that question. He looks her up and down. Damn it.

He clears his throat, "No. It's really okay. Swear."

"Then, if we ever see each other again let me know. Okay? Thank you again." He slowly nods and she waves goodbye before walking off. The corgi barks at him as she walks away, head on her shoulder. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. He furiously scratches the back of his neck as he walks towards his car. He unlocks his vehicle and steps inside. Gripping the wheel, he sighs once more and leans his forehead against it.

He probably embarrassed himself. In front of a pretty girl like her? Yeah, he most definitely embarrassed himself. It's not like they'll actually see one another again. So what's the big deal?

He sits in his car in silence. He wants to pull out his hair.

[Name] hurries back towards the daycare, gently scolding the Corgi in her arms. "You really need to stop running off, you little troublemaker," she mumbles. She looks over her shoulder and watches Hajime enter his car. She looks back at the dog that was already staring up at her.

"..But I guess I can't really blame you for jumping at a guy like that, huh?"

𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒:

• He fell first but still fell harder trope but w Hajime Iwaizumi (27) Athletic Trainer

• Hajime always goes on morning runs, usually at 8:00, but started his routine a little later since Takahiro tagged along this time

• He used to go on his morning runs with Tooru

• Hank the Corgi is notorious for running away

• He was relatively calm the entire week too

• Michimiya is always the one making sure those five back in line

• Tooru got his 30$

a/n first chapter finally out!!! i'm so sorry it took a little longer than expected, this chapter came out a little shorter than I intended it to but I hope it turned out okay nonetheless

tags:

@akaashislovee @shookykookie30 @wyrcan @darling-eos @pelicanpizza @bakugouswh0r3 @mawenskiblue @phoenix-eclipses @s777athv @jtaimeurmom @blueballslock @zazathezaer @strawberry-sanzu @oneiratxxia10 @tsukiesimp @idkanymorebuthere

p.s. those in blue couldn't be tagged😞😞

[lostinforestbound]

AHHH YOU'RE THE BEST THANK YOU FOR DOING MY REQUESTS 💖💖 YOUR WRITING IS TOP NOTCH

can i come at you with another request, if i could? can i request a human!tav/reader that has never seen a tiefling before the grove, and they get curious about rolan?

- 💛

Aww thank you for the compliment! I'm glad you like my silly little writings! This request was a lot of fun!

Rolan With a Tav Who's Never Seen a Tiefling

When Tav first arrived at the Grove and stared at him in a strange way, he immediately thought the worst. Great, another human who will look at them all in such disdain.

Worst of all, they convinced his siblings it would better for the trio to stay and help the other refugees. Now not only are they irritating, they butted into his family affairs.

He's snippy, when they go to speak with him. Of course he is, he's bitter. How dare they insert themselves in a private argument? How dare they look at him with that weird face? They don't deserve his time.

He doesn't realize that look is wonder until they manage to speak civilly.

They explain, while a bit embarrassed, that they've never actually seen a Tiefling before. Whether it's living a sheltered life, never coming across them, or only seeing them in illustrations, they've just never come across them.

Their weird looks finally make sense to him: they were just curious about him.

When they become a little more comfortable with each other, they'll ask simple questions if he'll allow it. Are his horns heavy? Does his mouth feel crowded with his sharp teeth? How about his ears, are they sensitive? His tail?

He'll answer in vague terms, sometimes because he's annoyed with the questions, other times he's just embarrassed about explaining Tiefling biology.

No, they're not allowed to touch any of his traits.

Sometimes he wonders why him? Why not Zevlor? He's probably more than comfortable explaining their unique traits. But no, they want to talk to him.

Lia and Cal know exactly why, giving each other amused looks anytime those two talk. They love their brother, but sometimes he's an idiot; they hope he figures it out, for all of their sakes.

Writing Blurb

"So the base of the horns would be more sensitive than the tips? Would that apply to the tail as well?"

Someone please kill him.

He feels as though they're driving him into insanity. Why are they even interrogating him with these questions? He was sitting peacefully with shitty wine before they decided to saunter over. Why him? Zevlor would be more receptive. What is their game?

They don't seem discouraged by his lack of response, chatting away as he stares longingly at his now empty wine bottle. "How about the ears? I actually heard Elf ears are sensitive at the tips and use that advantage during foreplay."

He wants nothing more than to sink into the ground. Or get drunk, whichever comes first.

"What about-"

"Can you not ask your Tiefling friend these questions?!" He shouts, dropping the empty wine bottle.

"Oh, I could."

"Then why don't you? Surely she would be happy to explain things to you."

"I want to hear it from you!"

"I'm not answering these idiotic questions of yours, you absolute degenerate!" He hisses, not noticing how flushed his face is, "Gods, it is not helping that you're asking these so damn loudly."

"Would you answer them if I get you another wine bottle?"

"No."

That makes them burst into a laughing fit, and Rolan's blush gets even worse. He's embarrassed, ashamed, pissed, and flustered all at once. They're clearly making fun of him, and he doesn't appreciate it one bit. He's tempted to bare his teeth at them but they manage to calm down their laughter.

"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"Clearly." He states sarcastically, tail thrashing in his irritation.

"I mean it, I swear. I enjoy talking to you. A lot."

He looks at them in confusion, almost exasperated. "What?"

"I like hearing you talk."

Before he could respond, they gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek, which silenced him on the spot. He had no idea what to say, and they didn't even give him a chance to speak before they got up. "Let's talk later, yeah? I have plenty of questions for you."

As they walk away from him, he idly touching the place they kissed. Hells, he's done for. He internally prays any god willing to listen for their strongest alcohol as he goes to search for another wine bottle.

[midnightsummer-glow]

A Dreamer’s Heart

G'raha tia x reader

G’raha Tia has been acting strangely around you for days now.

At first, you thought he was just tired from recent missions or maybe caught up in his research. But then you started noticing the lingering glances, the way his ears would twitch and his cheeks would turn pink whenever you spoke to him. It became unmistakable – G’raha was hiding something, and whatever it was, it seemed to involve you.

It all comes to a head one afternoon when you overhear a hushed conversation in the Rising Stones.

“G’raha, if you don’t tell them soon, I swear I’ll do it for you,” Thancred is saying, his tone somewhere between amused and exasperated.

G’raha’s response is barely more than a mumble. “I know, I know… I just – I don’t want to make a mess of it.”

Curiosity gets the best of you, and you round the corner to see G’raha, Thancred, and Alisaie all gathered around a table, talking intently. When they see you, G’raha freezes, eyes widening as his ears flatten against his head.

“Y/N!” he says, his voice jumping an octave. “Uh… I didn’t expect to see you here.”

You smile, tilting your head. “What are you three up to? Seems like a serious discussion.”

Thancred raises an eyebrow at G’raha, clearly enjoying his embarrassment. “Just a little… planning session. G’raha’s been working on something special.”

G’raha glares at him, though the blush on his cheeks gives him away. “I… ah, well, yes. A bit of a project. Nothing important!”

But you notice how his eyes flick away from you, the way he fidgets with his sleeve, and a small, fond smile touches your lips. “You know, G’raha, if there’s something you’d like to tell me, I’m all ears.”

G’raha stares at you, visibly struggling to find his words. Finally, Alisaie takes pity on him.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” She rolls her eyes, giving him a firm nudge. “G’raha wants to ask you out, Y/N.”

There’s a beat of stunned silence as G’raha’s face turns bright red.

“Alisaie!” he hisses, but she only crosses her arms, looking entirely unapologetic.

You feel a warm flush rise to your cheeks as well, but you’re delighted by the revelation. “G’raha… is that true?”

He rubs the back of his neck, staring at the ground. “Yes,” he mumbles, too embarrassed to meet your gaze. “I… I wanted to ask you on a… on a date. But I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it.”

Thancred, apparently eager to lighten the mood, claps a hand on G’raha’s shoulder. “We’ve all been trying to help him plan something nice. He wants everything to be perfect for you.”

G’raha manages a bashful smile, finally looking up to meet your eyes. “They, uh… they insisted I make it memorable. I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, Y/N.”

“I’d love to go on a date with you, G’raha,” you say warmly, watching as relief floods his expression. “Whatever you plan, I’m sure it’ll be wonderful.”

G’raha looks like he’s just won a battle. His eyes light up, and his tail swishes happily behind him. “Truly? I… well, all right, then!” He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. “It’s… it’s a surprise, so I’ll tell you more later. But, thank you, Y/N. This… this means a lot.”

Thancred and Alisaie exchange a smirk, and you can’t help but laugh, charmed by G’raha’s obvious nerves.

The Day of the Date

The day of your date arrives, and G’raha has arranged to meet you at the edge of the Central Shroud. As you approach the meeting spot, you see him standing there, a woven basket in one hand and a slightly anxious smile on his face.

“Y/N! You… you look lovely,” he stammers, his cheeks tinting pink as he takes in your appearance.

“Thank you, G’raha,” you reply, beaming. “And you look… incredibly prepared.”

He chuckles, a little self-conscious. “I may have had some help, to be honest. But… I wanted this to be special.”

You reach out to give his hand a reassuring squeeze. “I’m just happy to be here with you. No need to be nervous.”

His shoulders relax, and he leads you down a secluded path that winds through the trees, golden sunlight filtering through the leaves. Eventually, you come to a small clearing beside a quiet stream. There, under the shade of a sprawling tree, G’raha has set up a simple but charming picnic – a blanket, some soft cushions, and a spread of snacks and treats. You notice a small bouquet of flowers resting near the basket.

“Oh, G’raha, this is beautiful,” you say, touched by the effort he’s put into the setup.

He scratches his ear, clearly flustered. “I… I wanted to make sure you enjoyed yourself. The others helped me pick out the food – apparently, Estinien is quite the critic when it comes to cheese.”

You laugh at the thought, sitting down beside him on the blanket. “So, it was a team effort?”

“Very much so.” He grins, reaching into the basket to offer you a drink. “Alphinaud gave me advice on conversation topics. He was worried I’d bore you with too much Tower lore.”

“And Y’shtola?” you ask, amused.

G’raha winces slightly. “She told me to ‘just be myself’ and not make a fool of myself. Though she didn’t seem terribly convinced I’d manage it.”

You giggle, feeling warmth spread through you at the thought of all your friends helping G’raha with this date. “Well, I think you’re doing wonderfully.”

He lets out a relieved sigh, smiling shyly. “Thank you, Y/N.”

The two of you settle in, enjoying the spread of food G’raha has brought. Between bites, you fall into easy conversation, sharing stories and laughing together. G’raha’s usual shyness gradually melts away, and he begins sharing tales of his travels and the time he spent studying the Crystal Tower. His eyes light up as he talks, and you find yourself captivated, not by the tales themselves but by the passion in his voice.

“I could talk about that Tower forever,” he admits, catching himself. “It’s been such a big part of my life. But… well, I don’t want to bore you.”

You shake your head, smiling. “Not at all. I love hearing you talk about it – it’s clear how much it means to you.”

He blushes, looking down at his hands. “It’s… easier to share it with you, I think. Knowing you’re here… it just makes it feel more meaningful.”

His words make your heart flutter, and for a moment, neither of you speaks, content to simply enjoy the peaceful surroundings. You watch the way the light catches in G’raha’s eyes, the gentle smile on his lips. It’s as if the whole world has melted away, leaving only the two of you in this quiet, sunlit haven.

Eventually, G’raha clears his throat, glancing at you nervously. “Y/N, I… I wanted to tell you something. I… well, you must have noticed by now, but…”

You raise an eyebrow, smiling. “What is it?”

He takes a deep breath, visibly gathering his courage. “I… I have feelings for you,” he finally says, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve felt this way for some time now, but I didn’t know how to tell you. I thought maybe… maybe you’d see me as just a friend, or that I wouldn’t be enough for someone like you.”

“G’raha…” You reach out, taking his hand in yours. “You don’t have to worry about that. I care about you, too.”

His eyes widen, a look of pure relief and happiness crossing his face. “You… you mean it?”

“Of course I do,” you say, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “You’re one of the kindest, most genuine people I know. And spending time with you… it’s become one of my favorite parts of every day.”

G’raha looks as if he might burst from joy, his ears perking up and his tail flicking back and forth. “I… I didn’t dare hope you’d feel the same way,” he says, his voice filled with wonder.

The two of you share a quiet, tender moment, simply holding hands and basking in the warmth of each other’s presence. Eventually, G’raha leans a little closer, his gaze flicking down to your lips and back up to your eyes, silently asking permission.

You nod, and he closes the remaining distance, his lips brushing yours in a gentle, heartfelt kiss. The world seems to fade away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the softness of his breath. When you finally pull back, you find him staring at you, eyes shining with

[malleleothreesome]

smirk emoji…. can we see a snippet of whichever wip is gripping you most rn 🫣🫶 IM EYEING ALL OF THEM LIKE HEY…. grabby hands

Referencing this post

Um, idk if this classifies as a "snippet" 🤪 but, I swear, this is only a small portion of what I have written...

This is the start of 'Fellow Honest Drunken Confession' (WIP, subject to change. SFW, swearing, gn reader)

To the people who voted on my poll for me to post the Leona/Malleus/Reader love triangle early, this isn't the content you voted for, but hopefully this might hold you over???

Fellow Honest let out an exasperated sigh, standing next to you and your classmates as the massive cruise ship that housed Playfulland amusement park sinks into the abyss of the ocean. His hands are clasped behind his head, and a carefree grin lights up his face. "You know what?" He asks, turning to you. His fox ears twitch atop his head as a salty breeze stirs his orange hair. The night has begun to encroach, a half moon hangs suspended in the starry sky like a pale glowing lamp above the dark waters of the ocean. You stare back into his face, noting his fangs poking out as the tip of his curly orange tail swishes happily. Fellow winks as he laughs his signature haughty cackle. He opens his mouth to speak. "Do you want to grab a drink sometime?"

Ace Trappola perks right up at the mention of alcohol and barrels forward, face beaming and completely missing Fellow's lascivious intent towards you. "Hey, free drinks? You're talking to the right person, man. Hell yeah, let's do it, you're gonna let us drink free? I mean, it's like, the least you could do for trying to human traffic us, am I right?" He does an excited fist-pumping action as Trey Clover trails in his wake, attempting to shush him to no avail, calling, "Ace!" in a desperate hiss. Fellow regards the spectacle with the most blank stare, his ear flicking as a tiny, unnoticed wince of annoyance flickers across his visage.

The monster of a man tilts his head and smiles slyly to you and only you, his eyes sweeping you with interest, "Just you and me, hotstuff. We're talking romantic and steamy. We've got a connection, don't deny it. So. Whaddaya say?" Fellow steps closer, tongue running along his canines as he looks you up and down with a cheeky grin and a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "You and me, alone together, drinking, talking... I'll be real good to you—I'm an honest guy! All my business is legit now!" he throws his head back with a flourish of his arms, roaring with raucous laughter. After a second, he composes himself, his piercing orange eyes turning sharp as he flashes another lecherous look in your direction. With a slight smirk on the corner of his lips and a suggestive raise of his eyebrow, Fellow leans to whisper in your ear, lingering in the electricity of your aura a bit too long before speaking, making you shiver. His voice drops to a low, suggestive purr as his hot breath grazes your neck, "But, if you like, a little bit naughty ain't out of the question... "

Before you can respond, Ace—unable to be subdued by Trey—makes his way back over and elbows you in the arm. Just as clueless as ever, his freckled cheeks are flushed bright pink from excitement, and you swear he's bouncing with happiness on his toes as he hollers with unbridled hype for the evening ahead, "Free drinks, bro! He's an underworld mobster, dude—a high ranking one—we'll have the VIP treatment if he decides to take us out. Taste of that top shelf, not some gross, warm piss from a barrel they serve everyone else, only the best!" Ace says all this while gripping his heart and fake swooning, holding out his arms in an exaggerated gesture, leaning on your shoulder. "Free top shelf liquor!" Ace shouts to the rest of your classmates gathered around in small groups, waving them all over.

Fellow's eyebrow raises further upward until it threatens to leave the confines of his forehead, a dead look in his orange eyes. His tail doesn't twitch—it stays perfectly still, frozen in an upright arch. When his lips part in a rigid smile and his shoulders begin to shake, the absolute venomous displeasure that radiates off the poor fox is palpable enough that you can practically feel it soaking into your skin. For a minute, all that comes out of his mouth is a jumble of fragmented curse words mixed with giggles. You look over at him in mild alarm, unsure if he has finally reached a state of losing his goddamn mind or if he's about to violently lash out and murder Ace and everyone in attendance on sight.

Fellow holds up both gloved palms, almost covering his whole face as he slowly shakes his head and doubles over, guffawing uproariously and wiping away tears of hysterical mirth from his eyes, tail swishing from side to side again. You are stunned, staring as Fellow wheezes and struggles to get ahold of his faculties. Catching his breath, his eyes bulge and he bellows to the sky with unrestrained joy, throwing his head back, ears flying and pointing upwards, his hat almost tumbling off as his body quakes and his lungs struggle, "The sheer audacity! The unmitigated gumption of this fool—"

"Oh my GOD," he continues to snigger with laughter, almost out of control as his nose crinkles. Before long, he descends into violent snorts, then coughing as his breaths go askew and come short. In a valiant effort to calm himself, he holds up his hands, as if praying, a wicked grin plastered across his face. All Ace does is squint suspiciously at his antics, totally clueless to Fellow's intent. Trey shakes his head slowly, rubbing his face in abject defeat, looking as if he's willing his brain to purge the trauma of ever coming to this place. Fellow makes a poor attempt to control himself, breathing deeply, "Sorry, sorry, it's just funny, oh my God. Wow. He has some balls on him, I'll give him that! I really admire the gall. You know what? This brat might have a career in the biz, I'm serious." The fox beastman reaches out and ruffles Ace's head of red hair like he's some kid, chortling.

He is shaking his head and wearing a very impressed look as his fingers caress his chin pensively, lost in thought, unable to maintain eye contact as he's on the verge of losing his composure again. "Alright, tough guy. Yeah, let's go get boozed. And hey, little bastard," His fiendish grin takes a more sinister tone, fangs exposed as he tilts his head in a cocky way. "Just so you know, if your pathetic college didn't send that sweetheart of a cutie,” he winks suggestively at you, his tail giving a little twitch, before his eyes wander across the crowd of students, obviously unimpressed by your entire class, sneering, “I'd never be letting any of you idiots go. No way! I would have dragged each of you back to my boss by force. Don't test my generosity or my kindness." He shoves his finger into Ace's face, leaning towards him intimidatingly, but the smirk of delight stays on Fellow's face despite his posturing. He's clearly getting a huge kick out of trying to spook and intimidate Ace, who thinks he's some scary, powerful crime lord.

Fellow takes a sharp inhale and clasps his hands shut as he addresses the group, "Now, just for fun, let's get liquored up on the highest rooftop bar, play some poker, do a little dancing..." his eyes flit back over to you, "Maybe some smooches, hey?" A fox yip punctuates his sentence. His eyes return back to Ace, whose lips press in a firm, annoyed line, frowning at the con man. Fellow's eyebrow twitches with incredulous humor as he takes in Ace's defiance, biting his lip for a second as if trying not to give in to another peal of cackling. "There isn't going to be any 'VIP treatment', no 'free drinks', and definitely no 'top shelf', is that clear? Who do you think I am? You think I like doing that type of shit?" he points to the water, gesturing to the decimated remnants of the amusement park. "I'll let you in on a little secret, kid, people don't do those types of jobs because they're loaded.” He leans down to get eye level with Ace, using expressive jazz hands as he puts on a pompous voice, “'Oh, man, my yacht's all paid off and ready, better become a goddamn kidnapping organ trafficker—the glamour! The luxury!' Do you understand what I'm saying, you dinky little shit?"

[v-cain]

Hi this is just an idea I had that you might be able to do something with I just had a thought that logan is probably really good with dogs

And I just thought maybe could you do a Wolverine x daughter reader or just teen or just platonic whatever where they bond over their love of dogs and get a gog together idk

Its just and idea so if you do want to write it totally change it up however you like anyway thank you !

"Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way"

A/N: hello! thank you anon for requesting this cool as fuck fic <333 i had fun writing this :)))) fun fact, Edo is a german name that means protector. remember that ;)

Fandom: X-men

Warnings: Swearing, Dogs

Pairings: Platonic! Logan Howlett x gn!teen!reader, platonic! Charlves Xavier x gn!teen!reader

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"Aw, c'mon Professor!" you whine, throwing your hands up in exasperation. Professor Xavier sighs and places his hands on his desk, "Y/N, a dog is a huge responsibility, and considering you haven't been keeping up with your classes-" "Didn't know you knew about that.." you mumble. The Professor raises and eyebrow at you, continuing "I don't think you've shown that you can handle taking care of a dog."

You tail swishes as you think. The Professor looks as you say "Ok, what about a compromise?" He nods at you to continue. You fiddle with your hands, "If I did my studies, would you let me get a dog?" The Professor wheels out from behind his desk to be closer to you, "If you can prove that you're responsible enough..." You perk up and look at him. "..Then yes, you can get a dog." You jump up and let out an excited squeal, running around the room. The Professor chuckles at your antics while wheeling towards the door and openingit for you. "Now, you have a class to get to soon. I suggest you hurry."

You nod and run out the hall, calling over your sholder "Thank you, Professor!"

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Over the course of the next two months, you and Logan worked hard to teach you basic subjects- Maths, English, and sometimes History. It was a frustrating process but you were determined to get a dog. Sometimes you're friends would stop by and help too, mainly Scott and Jean as they both went to school. Scott would always make you more motivated to study, and Jean knew how to help you understand how to learn the material. By the end of the two months, you could read, write and do long division! Logan was so proud, and so were you. You could finally get a dog!

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You and Logan walked through the halls of the animal shelter, your cape dragging on the ground. Most of the dogs would flinch away from you, and it was a little upsetting. Logan kept sending sympathetic glances at you and saying you'll find one soon, which wasn't really helping but you appreciated it nonetheless.

As you walked and look at all the dogs from under your cloak, one caught your eye. It was a German Shepherd standing at the fence, wagging it's tail. You stopped beside it and Logan stepped back a bit. You bent down to eye level with it, staring into it's eyes. It stayed where it was, maintaining eye contact with you. You smile and put out your hand to pet it and it happily rubbed it's head on your palm. You grin at it and coe "What's your name, buddy?" The shelter owner walks up to Logan, "That's Edo. He's been here for nearly a year now. I've never seen him warm up to someone like this."

Logan huffs and looks back at you, "Same goes for the kid." The shelter owner smiles at him and watches you and Edo. "Hey, Logan" you say, and turn to face him "He kinda looks like you." Logan rolls his eyes as you laugh and continue petting Edo. Logan turns the owner, "Can we have the paperwork for the adoption?"

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You run through the field with Edo running behind you, barking happily. Some of the younger kids were running around too, throwing a ball for Edo to chase. Xavier and Logan watch from a balcony, the latter sipping a beer. "Hey, Professor.." Logan starts, taking a moment to think of how to word what he wanted to say. "Thank you. I don't think I've ever seen the kid happier." Xavier smiles and says "You should be thanking yourself, Logan. Y/N only started to warm up after they met you, after all." Logan tilts his head a little and sips his beer again. They both chuckle as Edo jumps on your tail and you try and get him off.

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You fall into bed, exhausted from staying up the previous day. As you watch Edo curl up at your feet you know that it was entirely worth it. Your tail circles protectively around him, and you then pass out for the next 14 hours. You wouldn't have it any other way.

[goslingclan]

Prologue Pt 1: Freckles and Tails

“Start from two, more they grew. Six to eight. Along the shores, among the flock, we’ve put our trust in feathery stock.”

Embertail recited the words, pacing back and forth in the cramped hole she and Silverfreckle called their den. It was only temporary, only until they could find somewhere better. The ginger tabby lashed her tail, grumbling the words she’d heard in her dreams over and over.

Her companion, the gray bengal tom, seemed keen to listen but remained laying on his side of the den, licking his paw absently. After watching his friend grumble and pace, he finally spoke, “You really think it’s from Starclan?” He asks, slowly rousing himself to his feet and shaking out his fur. “I mean, not to discredit our ancestors, or you, but why would they send you a message?” He speaks while walking closer to her.

He could see she was clearly quite distressed, which made him doubt his own words a bit, but to him, he didn’t see why Starclan would send them anything. They were cast outs after all.

Embertail shakes her head, looking towards him. “I saw them Silverfreckle.” She spoke in an exasperated tone, her blue eyes getting wider as she explained, “I swear I did. I went to sleep last night and- and I woke up in the sky.” She said, walking almost right into Silverfreckle, making the tom back up a few steps. “And there was this cat, maybe an apprentice? And they were talking to me, I can’t remember all of it but I remember that phrase. It was like a prophecy!”

Silverfreckle recognized that glint in his friend’s eyes, Embertail was overjoyed, despite her confused grumblings in the attempt to decipher what Starclan had told her. She was excited to have finally received contact with Starclan. She’d been a medicine cat in Gorgeclan, but unlike the others, Starclan hadn’t spoken to her since her graduation.

Silverfreckle cocked his head, observing the she-cat for a moment. He was never one to take her too seriously in the past, but she seemed totally sure of herself. He relents with a sigh, “Okay. So, Starclan has sent you a message. But what does it mean? Feathery stock? What are we supposed to do? Move in with a bunch of geese? And all the numbers, two to six to eight?” He shakes his head, flicking his tail. “If they would just tell us things outright it would save us a lot of trouble.” He said with a roll of his gray eyes, it earned him a light bat on the head from Embertail.

“No, listen, Silverfreckle. I think we’re supposed to be the starting two. You and me. I mean, we’re two cats, and I’m the one who got the message.” She says, “It makes sense right? And then- hm, maybe we’re supposed to…” She trails off, tail swishing as her eyes dart along the floor as she thinks, before exclaiming, “Silverfreckle!” Her sudden burst causes Silverfreckle to jolt a bit.

“Starclan- Embertail, you scared me, don’t do that.” He shakes his head, then sighs, “What? What are we supposed to-”

“We’ve got to make our own clan!” Embertail cuts him off, her eyes sparking and a grin forming on her face.

“What?” Silverfreckle responds, his eyes snapping up as he stares at the she-cat with a confused, “You can’t be serious, you know how much of a risk that would be? Gorgeclan is already against us, they’d hunt us down if they found out we were trying to make our own clan! And why would Starclan even want that?! The three clans already have everything balanced!” He says, shaking his head, “That can’t be what it’s about…”

“Well what else could it be Silverfreckle? We’re supposed to grow into having more cats, six, and then eight! That sounds like forming a clan to me- and I bet we’re supposed to name it after birds or something, or maybe we’ll find cats around birds? That’s gotta be the part about feathery stock-”

It was Silverfreckle’s turn to cut Embertail of now, “Embertail, listen to yourself, do you know how much of a risk that would be? If Gorgeclan, or any of the three clans found out, we could be in more trouble than we already are.” He says, then sighs deeply, “I don’t want to doubt your abilities and connection to Starclan Embertail, but this is just…it’s too much.” He shakes his head, “I need to think, okay? This is a lot. The idea of forming our own clan? That’s a massive, and dangerous move.” He looks at his friend, then turns towards the mouth of their temporary shelter, “I’m going to go for a hunt, clear my head.” He looks over his shoulder at his now dejected friend, “We’ll talk about this when I’m back.” He speaks as he exits the den, leaving his friend to mull over her thoughts on her own.

[ronancexists]

Hi everyone! I'm sorry I haven't posted anything for Ronancetober in a little while, but I've kinda been in a depressive state lately because it's coming up on one year since we put our dog down 🥺. Anyways, I just wanted to apologize and explain why I haven't posted anything. I'll be posting Day 7 and Day 8 today so I'll be back on track for Day 9 tomorrow, so keep an eye out for those! Without further ado, here's day 7 of Ronancetober!

Day 7: Under the Sea

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Robin murmured to Steve, arms crossed over her chest defensively.

“It's too late to turn back now,” he argued in a low tone so no passerby could hear.

“Remind me why we agreed to this?” she asked, eyes swiveling every which way, looking for anyone who might cause them trouble.

“We didn't. King’s orders.”

“And we always follow the King’s orders, right?” Robin inquired sarcastically, disdain clear as day in her voice.

Steve sighed in exasperation, looking over at his friend with a frown prominent on his face. “You know that I don't like this anymore than you do.”

“I know,” Robin said, also lowering her voice so they wouldn't be overheard lest they attract unwanted attention. “I just…I don't want to live this way anymore. I want to be free to be myself and go wherever I please.”

“Me too, Robbie. More than anything,” Steve whispered, reaching over to tangle their fingers together, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

“Let’s get this over with,” Robin said, having softened a bit after Steve had locked hands with her.

With an exchanged nod, the two of them cautiously approached the surface of the sea by the docks in Hawkins. Their heads were barely visible underneath the cover of the night as they quietly swam below the docks, their tails not even making a peep as they cut through the currents that were under the sea with ease. They lifted themselves up to peek in on the people who were at the docks through the slats in the wood that made up the pier.

Their assignment was to observe the humans up above and report back once they had figured out how exactly they were managing to get so close to the discovery of their underwater kingdom. It was a mission that required the utmost stealth, which is something Steve and Robin only possessed in spades. They knew it was doomed to fail from the start, but they had no choice in the matter as they had disobeyed the king’s orders to remain in the palace until they could decipher what the humans were up to and why they wanted to get to their kingdom.

Robin and Steve ducked under the surface just in time for a pair of eyes as blue as the very sea they were in to peer through the slats of the boardwalk. Despite not needing to, Robin held her breath, swearing those eyes were staring directly at the spot she was currently hiding in. They seemingly stared at Robin’s spot for a few more moments before they disappeared. Robin and Steve waited for a few seconds to be safe, and when they were sure the human was gone, they resurfaced.

“We’re totally dead meat out here,” Steve whispered frantically as more and more people began walking above them, the wood creaking under the force and the chatter rising to an almost unbearable volume.

“No, we aren't,” Robin said, reaching for the egg-shaped necklace that laid against her chest.

“Absolutely not. Nope, don't want to hear it. We’re not using it,” Steve protested sternly, worry filling his eyes at the prospect. “You know that magic is the only thing keeping you here, right? The more you deplete it, the less likely chance there is of you surviving that curse.”

“I know my curse,” Robin scolded. “But what does it say about me if I kept it for selfish reasons rather than using it to help protect the kingdom? Rather than using it to help you and Max and Dustin and Lucas and Erica?”

Steve ran a hand over his face in resignation. “I still don’t like it.”

“Neither do I. It’s like you said. We don’t have much of a choice.”

“Alright. But If there's any sign of you changing, I'm getting us out of there. Understood?”

“Understood,” she echoed, the two of them diving under once more to head to a secluded cave near the shore they used to change to their human form. It was something only the two of them did and only when they were absolutely sure they could do so without the king’s knowledge. If he were to ever hear of it, they would be banished from the merkingdom for good.

“Ready?” Steve asked after they had gotten dressed, looking mildly uncomfortable that Robin was using her magic to transform them into humans.

“Ready.”

With that, the two of them set off for the shore, extremely wary of the fact that any one of the humans could spot them emerging from the ocean at any second. They shared a look of tentative triumph when they reached the beach, quickly shucking on their sandals so they didn’t stand out by not wearing shoes. After all, they had done this multiple times before, so they were quite familiar with the ways humans dressed and interacted.

“That pub is probably our best bet,” Robin said, ignoring the urge to gag as people kept complimenting her and Steve on being such a cute couple as their hands were interlocked with one another. It was their cover whenever they were traipsing alongside humans. They were a couple who had been together for years and were on their honeymoon which consisted of taking a road trip around the world.

“That pub is filled to the brim with pirates. You sure you want to risk being in there?”

“Nope,” Robin replied definitively, pushing the door open and gesturing for Steve to go in, causing the smell of ale and the loud chatter to spill through. “But we’re going in anyways.”

They shared a look of uncertainty as they wove their way through the crowd, sidestepping servers and brushing past drunken pirates. Robin froze as a hand shot out and gripped her wrist tightly, pulling her towards him.

“Such a pretty thing. Would ya be interested in coming te me ship with me? I can make it worth yer while.” He said, a dangerous smile combined with a lustful look in his eyes. His crew was cheering him on, hooting and hollering and causing a ruckus.

“No thank you,” Robin said, tugging to try and free herself from his grasp. Even if she was interested in men, he would be the last on her list. His beard was scraggly and fell down to his chest, his hair was entirely too greasy, and he was quite the unattractive figure with yellow teeth and a pot belly. Not to mention the way he reeked of ale.

His eyes darkened as he stood up, towering at least a good few inches above her. “I asked if ye would be interested in coming te me ship with me.”

“And I said no,” Robin repeated, staring at him defiantly, ignoring the pang of fear that shot through her as Steve was nowhere in sight. He’d probably gone ahead to scout an empty table for them.

“So yer a feisty one, eh? I love me a feisty woman,” he said, licking his lips.

“Let me go,” she demanded.

“No. Yer coming with me,” he growled, beginning to tug her out of the pub.

“Let me go!” Robin screeched, eyes looking around desperately for anyone who would help.

“You heard the lady. Let her go,” a voice from the back of the pub stated.

Robin noticed how the entire pub seemed to come to a stop at the stranger’s voice. She turned to see where it had come from, tilting her head in curiosity as the figure began approaching the two of them.

“Stay outta this, you wench,” the man sneered, eyes widening fearfully as the mysterious woman finally looked up from underneath the brim of her hat.

“I won’t repeat myself again,” the woman said, anger dancing in her beautiful blue eyes that were illuminated by the fire roaring nearby. “Let. Her. Go.”

Robin’s breath hitched in her throat. The mysterious woman was gorgeous. She cut a lean, intimidating figure in her outfit, which consisted of brown trousers, a white linen shirt that cut off at her elbows, displaying her taut muscles and showed a hint of cleavage, a brown belt with a sheath which the handle of a sword was visible (which one of her hands was resting on) attached, a classic black pirate hat resting atop her head, the brim of which was red and the front held an insignia Robin didn’t recognize. A dark red cloak with a gold chain that fastened across her chest tied the outfit together.

Curly brown tresses framed her face perfectly, showing off the sharp lines of her cheekbones. Brilliant blue eyes which sparkled as fierce as the sea on a stormy day, danger lurking within. Freckles were lightly scattered across her cheeks, seeming to shine against her fair colored skin. Thin lips that looked as though they would be as soft as a flower petal if a kiss were to be placed upon them.

It was safe to say Robin was instantly enchanted with her rescuer.

“C-Captain Wh-Wheeler, it’s such a pleasure to see ya. I wasn’t expectin to run into ye today,” the pirate stammered, loosening his grip on Robin significantly.

“Then I suppose today is your lucky day,” Captain Wheeler said, a satisfied smirk tugging on her lips. “Release the lady at once. That is, unless you’d like to challenge me for her.”

“Sh-she’s all yours,” he said hastily, practically shoving Robin into Captain Wheeler’s arms, who easily caught her with one hand around her waist as the other continued pointing her sword directly at the pirate.

Robin swallowed heavily at the feeling of the captain’s hand resting on her hip in a protective manner, a tingling sensation shooting from the other woman’s fingers all over Robin’s body.

“Now, apologize to the lady and leave this place at once. And please, refrain yourself from harassing any other women, regardless of my presence.”

“Y-y-yes Cap’n. I apologize deeply m-ma’am,” he stuttered, bowing deeply before running out the door with his tail tucked between his legs, his crew hot on his heels.

“Are you alright?” Captain Wheeler asked once she had sheathed her sword, turning her attention to the rather attractive woman in her arms. She couldn’t help but to let her eyes briefly travel down the young lady’s body in admiration. She looked up to meet a pair of striking blue eyes. They were duller than her own but still managed to sparkle within the dim glow of the pub.

“Yeah, I am. Thank you,” Robin said, internally celebrating as she hadn’t stuttered or rambled in front of the very pretty pirate captain.

“You’re quite welcome. I’m sorry to say I never caught your name.”

“Robin Buckley. And you’re Captain Wheeler. You seem to have quite the reputation around here.”

The captain smirked. “Indeed I do, but you may call me Nancy. Tell me, what’s a ravishing lady like yourself doing alone in a roguish place like this?”

The mermaid cursed the insanely attractive pirate in her head as she blushed so fiercely the tips of her ears turned red. “I’m not alone, actually. My best friend is around here somewhere.”

“Robin!”

Nancy let go of the hold she had maintained around Robin’s waist the entire time as Steve reached them and practically tackled Robin into a hug. Both women felt a pang of disappointment at the loss of being pressed so close to one another, though they didn’t show it.

“Are you alright? You aren’t hurt, are you? I ought to beat the living daylights out of that nasty, good for nothing—”

“Steve,” Robin interrupted, placing her hands on his shoulders to calm him down. “I’d like to introduce you to Captain Nancy Wheeler. She’s the one that stopped him.”

Nancy tipped her hat in greeting. “You must be the best friend.”

Steve nodded. “I’m Steve Harrington. Thank you so much for helping her. I don’t know what I would’ve done if he had managed to get away with her.”

“The pleasure was all mine. Though, if you don’t mind my saying so, you two don’t look like pirates. What business do you have here?”

Robin and Steve hesitated, exchanging looks with one another that only they could read. “We—uh—well you see—the thing is—umm—”

“We need an escort,” Robin blurted out.

Captain Wheeler arched an eyebrow. “An escort?”

“Yes,” Robin said, nodding rapidly. “You see, we’ve heard that the king is searching for the merkingdom and is offering a hefty amount to those who bring the discovery to him.”

“Yes, and we wish to be the ones to bring that discovery to him,” Steve added, putting on his brightest this-is-total-bullshit-but-I-can’t-do-anything-except-go-along-with-it-so-I-need-to-be-convincing smile.

“You two wish to find the long lost underwater Kingdom of Hawkins?” Nancy inquired, looking between the two of them disbelievingly.

“Exactly.”

Captain Wheeler grinned a rather dangerous grin, one that made Robin want to swoon and collapse into her well-defined arms. “Sounds like quite the adventure. When shall we set sail?”

[afictionalwhor3]

can you please write some lo’ak relationship headcanons 🥺

Hi Anonymous,

So I am a Neteyam girlie for life so I had to include him, but otherwise I hope you liked it. I kind of focused more on how the two of them showed off for their girls (their rizz lol). Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 872

Warnings: An innuendo thrown in there

NETEYAM:

I feel like Neteyam has unspoken rizz.

He can be cheeky when he wants to like when he hits your butt when he thinks no one is watching.

Or how he pulls (playfully) at your tail when you won’t speak to him because he knows you’ll end up yelling and this man thinks it’s so hot to see you angry.

But for the most part, especially when he was first trying to get you, he would try to subtly show off for you.

Beating his brother and friends in Ikran races, being the one to secure the big game during the hunt, carrying far too many baskets than he could handle.

His favorite was when he would get “hurt” during hunting or training exercises with his father and brother.

“Come on bro you let me get that” Lo’ak would say after he manages to cut Neteyam’s arm.

“Damn little bro you must be getting better. Looks like I’ll have to see Y/N to get this cleared up.” Neteyam says already making his way to your mauri.

“You know your mother or grandmother could do just the same job?” His father asks with a knowing smirk making Neteyam stop in his tracks.

“Yeah but Y/N has come up with some new techniques that I think are better suited to take care of my injuries” He says and quickly walks off as to not be questioned any further as he hears the laughs of his father and brother in the back.

When he gets to your mauri you are weaving a basket presumably for when you take Kiri with you to gather the herbs and other stuff you needed.

When you hear him walk you give him an exasperated look “Really Nete?” You would ask because somehow you could sense when he was coming to you with an “injury”.

Neteyam would just shrug with a smirk on his face.

“What?! Lo’ak’s starting to get really good at fighting” He says laying right next to where you keep all your materials. You come over to him grabbing a jar of premade paste to apply to the small wound. You took some on your fingers and applied it a little harsher than normal. Neteyam would hiss, his fangs showing slightly.

“Don’t give me that. You’re the one who let your brother cut you so a woman could touch you.”

“Not just any woman. My future Tshahik” He would say making you smile and look away from him.

Okay maybe he had a little bit of spoken rizz.

LO’AK:

Now Lo’ak is almost the complete opposite.

He is his FATHER’S SON. I know this boy is so fricking cheeky.

“Lo’ak for the last time I told you that you can’t touch that.” You tell him grabbing the jar out of his hands.

“You weren’t saying that last night” He mumbled causing you to swat him with your tail and his older brother and sister to stifle laughs.

Even if it was corny he loved to see the smile it brought to your face.

You lay cuddled into his side on an open patch of forest with a clear view of the sky.

“Y’know who the prettiest girl on Pandora is?” He would ask and you roll your eyes cursing under your breath.

“If you say me I swear I’m going to take your tongue.”

“Fine then I won’t say it.” He says which makes you let out an involuntary laugh and a proud smile rest on his face.

When he couldn’t talk to you he would try to show off which would sometimes end up with him making somewhat of a fool of himself.

Like when he tried this cool landing off his Ikran and ended falling off and onto his face.

Once you made sure he was okay you had the wipe tears from your eyes at how hard you were laughing.

Lo’ak allowed his pride at falling to be pushed to the side as he listened to your beautiful laugh.

He also loved showing you the cool knife tricks his dad or brother had shone him.

No matter what it was he was showing you, he loved how you were always 100% invested because it sometimes felt like his family wasn’t.

And occasionally he would make you gifts, with the help of his mother, his favorite was the necklace he gave you. You’ve worn it since he gave it to you, even touching it in moments you were anxious.

He used a piece of dead wood he found to make beads with both your initials etched on them.

“I can’t believe you still wear that” Lo’ak says somewhat casually trying not to show how much it really meant to him. The two of you were currently hand and hand as you made your way through the forest.

“Why wouldn’t I? The love of my life made it for me” You say and finally it’s Lo’ak’s turn to be speechless. You had a little bit of rizz of your own.

[keyblade-knights-blog]

Introducing Tamiel

"What was with the shouting?? That's it! I'm coming in!" Both the Dreamer and Gabriel jump as that voice gives it's final warning, something on the other side turning the door knob. Gabriel looks into the mirror and quickly shushes the alien figure in it. "Don't say anything, I don't want her to worry. Let ME do the talking." ... A moment later, the alien reflection vanishes and Gabriel's is left in it's place. At the same time, the whispers of strange thought quiet in his head.

And when the door opens, a new figure walks in. A young girl about the robot boy's age. Where the boy wore a simple cap to hide most of his hair however, this one let her wiry but somehow full head of blonde hair, dressed in reds similar to the young man, and decked out in steam punk looking gear here and there as well. "Pfft, what's taking so long lazy bum~?" Gabe lets out a fond sigh. "Good Morning Tamiel."

Tamiel? .... Huh. And Gabriel. For whatever reason, the Dreamer was starting to pick up a theme here. "It's Tammy, Gabby! Tammy!" The girl puffs out her cheeks, and the motion looks so fluid and so fleshy, that the dreamer briefly forgets, in spite of the copius amounts of evidence provided, that this girl is made of metal. "You really gotta stop using the full name thing. The only one 'round here who should be saying 'Gabriel' or 'Tamiel' should be dad." The robotic fem huffs and looks around. "BUT, more importantly, I heard shouting. Is everything alright?" "OH UH THAT. UH... Let's see uh...." This poor kid starts to very clearly flounder, and it becomes apparent to the Dreamer that Gabriel has never lied even once in his entire life. There isn't even a single idea tinging up in his brain that could plausibly explain the shout. ... So that's when the Dreamer comes in. "OH RIGHT! Meh, it wasn't anything too serious... Just uh.. Just somehow got grime in a place I didn't know I had." The excuse he fires out? It was clear the Dreamer had been INTENDING to imitate Gabe's voice with a simple impression... And yet it almost FEELS like he had briefly taken control of Gabriel's voice box a few times in there. ... He could TELL Gabe wanted to glare at him. But Tamiel just titters. "Oh is THAT all~? Well I guess that'll teach you not to jump into Ole Mr. Grinder's dump again~." Gabriel takes over from there, "I JUMPED IN TO GET BACK THAT PART YOU DROPPED!!" Ah, the exasperation of a flustered brother~. And the mischievous tittering of a younger sister. It was honestly cute~. "Well WHATEVER Mr. gross~." Tammy continues giggling, fit to burst for a good few seconds before she regains control of herself. "Dad's ready if you are! He wants to give us both a check up before we rush out to do work around town!" With that said, she backs up to the door. "Don't keep us waiting anymore! You've already slept in by a lot!" And with that? Tamiel takes her leave out the door, leaving Gabriel alone in his room. ".... How did you do that?" Gabriel shoots out, sounding terrified at even the POTENTIAL answers. "... Well, honestly, I was just trying to do an impression of you to help you out... And for whatever reason it just... Came out as your voice-?" Gabriel turns to the mirror to give it a flat look.

The young dreamer in the mirror just blushes a bit. "I'm sorry! I swear I didn't mean to take over your voice box too~..." ... Gabriel just lets out a groan. "WHATEVER... Well, hopefully my Dad'll be able to make heads or tails of you." His smile becomes wide and victorious. "He's the smartest guy on the Spaceport and he knows everything! I'm sure he can make sense of it~!" ... Spaceport? "Hold on... Gabriel right? Where... Exactly are we?" That causes the robot to look confused. "Wait... You don't know? I thought you might've been some kind of ghost or somethin... But you don't even know that? Weird..." He grumbles as he walks to the window. "Well whatever. You're currently on-" Then he opens the window. -------------------------------------------- ... And Words? Words do not even begin to describe the sight that awaits outside that window.

-------------------- Title Card Reference: [ https://youtu.be/tWDv7ZQ9v8A?si=tzSedq2bRZ4OAOOv ]

[keyblade-wanderer-alex]

Introducing Tamiel

"What was with the shouting?? That's it! I'm coming in!" Both the Dreamer and Gabriel jump as that voice gives it's final warning, something on the other side turning the door knob.

Gabriel looks into the mirror and quickly shushes the alien figure in it. "Don't say anything, I don't want her to worry. Let ME do the talking." ... A moment later, the alien reflection vanishes and Gabriel's is left in it's place. At the same time, the whispers of strange thought quiet in his head.

And when the door opens, a new figure walks in. A young girl about the robot boy's age. Where the boy wore a simple cap to hide most of his hair however, this one let her wiry but somehow full head of blonde hair, dressed in reds similar to the young man, and decked out in steam punk looking gear here and there as well.

"Pfft, what's taking so long lazy bum~?"

Gabe lets out a fond sigh. "Good Morning Tamiel."

Tamiel? .... Huh. And Gabriel. For whatever reason, the Dreamer was starting to pick up a theme here.

"It's Tammy, Gabby! Tammy!" The girl puffs out her cheeks, and the motion looks so fluid and so fleshy, that the dreamer briefly forgets, in spite of the copious amounts of evidence provided, that this girl is made of metal. "You really gotta stop using the full name thing. The only one 'round here who should be saying 'Gabriel' or 'Tamiel' should be dad." The robotic fem huffs and looks around. "BUT, more importantly, I heard shouting. Is everything alright?"

"OH UH THAT. UH... Let's see uh...." This poor kid starts to very clearly flounder, and it becomes apparent to the Dreamer that Gabriel has never lied even once in his entire life. There isn't even a single idea tinging up in his brain that could plausibly explain the shout.

... So that's when the Dreamer comes in, briefly taking control. "OH RIGHT! Meh, it wasn't anything too serious... Just uh.. Just somehow got grime in a place I didn't know I had." The excuse he fires out? It was clear the Dreamer had been INTENDING to imitate Gabe's voice with a simple impression... And yet it almost FEELS like he had briefly taken control of Gabriel's voice box a few times in there.

... He could TELL Gabe wanted to glare at him.

But Tamiel just titters. "Oh is THAT all~? Well I guess that'll teach you not to jump into Ole Mr. Grinder's dump again~."

Gabriel takes over from there, "I JUMPED IN TO GET BACK THAT PART YOU DROPPED!!" Ah, the exasperation of a flustered brother~. And the mischievous tittering of a younger sister. It was honestly cute~.

"Well WHATEVER Mr. gross~." Tammy continues giggling, fit to burst for a good few seconds before she regains control of herself. "Dad's ready if you are! He wants to give us both a check up before we rush out to do work around town!" With that said, she backs up to the door. "Don't keep us waiting anymore! You've already slept in by a lot!"

And with that? Tamiel takes her leave out the door, leaving Gabriel alone in his room.

".... How did you do that?" Gabriel shoots out in anger, though he also sounded terrified at even the POTENTIAL answers.

"... Well, honestly, I was just trying to do an impression of you to help you out... And for whatever reason it just... Came out as your voice-?" Gabriel turns to the mirror to give it a flat look.

The young dreamer in the mirror just blushes a bit. "I'm sorry! I swear I didn't mean to take over your voice box too~..."

... Gabriel just lets out a groan. "WHATEVER... Well, hopefully my Dad'll be able to make heads or tails of you." His smile becomes wide and victorious. "He's the smartest guy on the Spaceport and he knows everything! I'm sure he can make sense of it~!"

... Spaceport?

"Hold on... Gabriel right? Where... Exactly are we?"

That causes the robot to look confused. "Wait... You don't know? I thought you might've been some kind of ghost or somethin... But you don't even know that? Weird..." He grumbles as he walks to the window. "Well whatever. You're currently on-" Then he opens the window.

--------------------------------------------

... And Words? Words do not even begin to describe the sight that awaits outside said window.

-------------------------------------------------------- Title Card Reference: [ https://youtu.be/tWDv7ZQ9v8A?si=tzSedq2bRZ4OAOOv ]

[darthkvznblogs]

What's your opinion so far on Naruto and it characters/worldbuilding?

I'm only 19 episodes in, so this is a very uninformed opinion. I like it so far, enough to keep watching at least - maybe I'm being a little too optimistic, but I think I've gotten past the hurdle that made me stop watching after the first couple episodes in the past.

Naruto's fun enough, he can get a little grating sometimes but I actually kind of like that he has a chip on his shoulder (understandably so, I'd say), and that he's kind of dumb but has it in him to win through sheer force of will. Also, ngl, his first nine-tailed fox transformation was pretty hype.

Sasuke's just alright so far, he's been little more than the outwardly cool and detached but actually kind of unhinged rival. I know there's gonna be a lot more to him later, so I'm not judging him too harshly yet.

I am gonna do it for Sakura though, I'm already sick of how utterly sidelined she's gotten. She hasn't gotten any cool fight scenes, she doesn't seem to have further goals than "study the ninja arts" and "get with Sasuke", half the damn episodes she's just stood in one place with her kunai raised looking like a strong breeze might topple her over. The only thing going for her is that she's studied a lot so she can help with the worldbuilding, but I can only take so many desperate "Sasuke!" cries, I swear to god. Not that I have plans to write Naruto anytime soon, but I almost feel an obligation to do something for her, it's kind of infuriating (and I know a lot of the girls and women in the show don't get much better treatment, so, joy)

Kakashi's been cool, at least. I like his style. I had no idea that was how his magic eye thingy worked (I also expected that to come into play much later into the series? Not sure why). Whoever's his VA, they're doing a great job of selling "exasperated master ninja who already cares way too much about his pupils and will increasingly make questionable life choices for their sake".

As for the antagonists, Zabuza was pretty uninteresting to me at first. Really, being voiced by Steve Blum was all he had going for him, lol. I did enjoy his end - both from a "freakin' finally" perspective and more genuinely as an interesting choice to...not really redeem him, but give him some humanity. Still, I did not like the Deathstroke vibes he gave me.

Haku did tug at my heartstrings a little bit, poor kid. I honestly didn't expect him to actually die. You guys know I'm not typically a fan of character deaths, but I wasn't necessarily angry about this one, it worked for me. Didn't feel like it was done for shock value, I guess.

The rest of the characters haven't garnered much of a reaction from me. I guess Naruto's friendly mentor ninja was nice, but I get the feeling he's gonna get sidelined now that the team is formed.

Worldbuilding-wise, I'm most interested in the "magic" system, since they haven't really elaborated on the geopolitics of the world that much yet. I totally get why kids my age were doing the hand signs and running around tossing paper shurikens at each other back then, I totally would've too if I'd watched Naruto at the time. I do wish there was like a...streamlined version of the show, because it takes ages to get through anything remotely resembling a fight. I know, I know, it's part of the genre's schtick, and it probably saves millions in animation costs, but I feel like the 19 episodes I watched could've easily been reduced to 10 or 12. Gets kind of exasperating, even though I'm watching at 1.5x speed haha

[oxrinsatori]

A devil named Devin. Part 1

"Damnit," Devin muttered under his breath as he pulled on a set of reigns attached to thickly muscled horse.

Just off in the distance down the same road he was traveling were pillars of smoke rising from the visage of a town. Devin's icey blue eyes scanned the horizon before pulling a spyglass up to one eye. The scene before his expanded vision only brought more swears under his breath. "Of all the lousy places for bandits to attack they go after the one fucking town in the region that has the wine I need." He said with an exasperated tone

With a flick of the reigns the horse double timed down the road towards the partialy destroyed town. The carriage behind them bouncing a bit more violently than Devin would like.

Once the carriage was a few meters away from what was left of the gate to the village Devin lept from the drivers seat. Drawing a cloak around himself and retrieving a halberd from its latch on the side of the carriage he undid the horses bridle before whispering in its ear. "If you need to, run." Before turning and skulking into the shadows of the large gate house.

Dozens of burnt out homes and shops lined what were once bustling city streets, the charred remains of a dozen bodies gave Devin an idea of what he was dealing with. Fire magic was a popular study for those who wished for total power over others. Though this level of destruction made Devin wonder if this was a singular act or the work of many.

As he stalked forward carefully his pointed tail swished gently behind him, his gaze turned down the main road to the center plaza where a morbid sight met his icey blue eyes. Piles of burnt bodies were staked purposefully into a macabe display, a throne of the dead with a thin pale man sitting atop them. Devin squinted not wishing to pull up his spy glass, less the refelction reveal his prescense. The man seemed to be engrossed in writing in a leather bound book.

Devin slowly began to move towards a back alley, trying to avoid the man and make his way towards the wine shop. His mind was still focused on obtaining his order, cursing his luck at the only place able to make a dry red that wasn't absolute shite being some small town in the middle of no where.

As he traveresed the maze of back alley ways it became increasingly difficult to squeeze by, some of the buildings had collapsed, and others had large burning obstructions he assumed had once been carts. Despite the obstacles Devin found himself at the remains of the wine shop, thankfully the building itself had been mostly brick and still stood.

The interior was well lit with the roof having been burned off, and the windows curtains burnt to ashen nubs on their metal rods. With as much care as he could Devin began to move through the debris looking for anything that resembled storage. His hopes were increased as he saw several intact bottles aroud the place, a little dirty from ash but nothing a simple polishing couldn't fix. Gingerly stepping aroud the few broken bottles and turned over furniture remains he foud himself at a large wooden door, presumably leading towards the cellar.

With the significant fire damage to the obstruction Devin knew it wouldn't take much to pull it open. The bigger issue was the noise, while fires raging would mask most quiet sounds if the door fell and struck the floor the man would surely notice. Devin sighed to himself as he slowly pulled on a set of leather gloves before reaching out and grasping the handle of the door, giving it a tug the door opened slowly for him.

Luck being on his side again Devin said a small prayer to Ul under his breath before heading down the stone steps to the cellar. Little to no damage had occured to the subterranian area, primairly due to the reinforced floor above and the stone walls around it. A smile brokoe Devin's red skinned face, his white gleaming fangs poking his lower lips. Before him stretched out like hall way of bliss was a series of wine shelves lined with untouched bottles.

Not wishing to waste any time Devin began to walk down the line of shelves looking over each label, muttering them outloud to himself as he did. "No, no, yes." When he foud a bottle he wanted he wrapped it in a wool cloth and slid it into a burlap sack.

Devin double checked the hand written recipt he had been given by the stores owner months ago, the only bottles he had taken were those listed. "Shame really, all of this will be wasted here." he said before sliding his arms through straps on the burlap sack hoisting it up carefully.

Checking to make sure his cloak covered the sack he made his way back up the stairs to the main floor of the wine shop. The obstacle course of a path he had to take back towards the gate was slowed by the new bulk weight he was carrying, at a certain shadowy area he stopped and turned towards the throne of corpses. The man who had been sitting there was gone.

Devin felt the hair's on his neck rise as he glanced about, not seeing the figure anywhere he cautiously began to head for his carriage. Carefully leaning out of the last alley way checked both ways before leaving the shadows and quickly walking towards the town gates.

A wall of fire sprung several meters in front of Devin, cutting off access to his carriage, skidding to a halt he turned breathing heavy to see the man was now standing in the middle of the road leaving town. "HA, a foolish demon has entered this town to try and kill me?" he shouted his voice booming down the road

Devin quickly set the burlap sack down behind a burnt tree stump before raising his hand and stepping into the middle of the road. "Nope, not here to stop you, just picking up an order of wine." Devin said with a wide smile, his cloak still drappe around his body

"Foolish demon, I know who you are." The man said pointing a bone finger towards Devin

"I have been told I have one of those face, you'd think the black ram horns would keep my visage unique but their in season with demons now so everyone's trying to catch up to what I was already wearing my entire life." Devin said chuckling lightly

"Shut up, I know you were sent by the guild to stop me, look around at all the chaos I have sewn, those pompus imbeciles thought to deny me my place in their organization, well whose laughing now?"

"Certainly not the citizens of this town, let me guess you failed the psycological backgroud test?" Devin asked grinning wider

"I said shut up!" The man said flinging his hand outward towards Devin a ball of fire bursting forth from his palm and flying towards Devin

Devin squatted and flung himself to the left dodging the firebal as it went sailing past him. Slowly getting up the man laughed loudly "So what rank did they send after me hmmm? Silver, Gold? Perhaps your an obsidian rank, that would be fitting for the amount of people I've killed." The man said stepping closer towards Devin

Devin slowly stood up prushing his cloak off "Okay, you got me," Devin said chuckling "I'm actually a gold ranked guild member, but tell me before we do our dance of death, what led to this?" he asked drawing his cloak around himself tighter.

The man laughed loudly throwing his head back slightly "Ah I knew it, I knew those fools would underestimate me. Those pompous fools said that my views on acceptable casualities during missions were not in line with the guilds strick code. While I subscribed to the idea that just because your a child-"

A loud bang rang out through the air between Devin and the man, the mage blinking slowly before reaching down towards his chest. Blood coated his hand as it pressed to his chest, "Wha-" The mage crumbled to the ground falling onto his back.

Devin sighed as pushed his cloak back, his pointed tail clutching a switch-lock revolver with a smoking barrel. "Monolouges, always with the monolouges." Devin said walking over to the man, lifting the siwth-lock to his hand.

Walking over to the corpse he pointed the barrel towards the man's head and fired once into his skull. Reaching behind his button up white shirt Devin pulled the shirt up slightly and slid the switch-lock back into it's holster before pulling his shirt back over it. Devin looked the man over, before he turned and headed back towards the tree stump hiding his wine. Lifting the burlap sack up he headed back towards the carriage.

At the carriage he noted the horse hadn't gone far and was standing under a tree munching on some grass. "Oi, I thought I told you to run if something happened." he called as the horse walked back over towards Devin shaking its head.

"Fair enough you've heard more horrifying screams from my carriage at night I suppose." Devin said opening the carriage door before sliding the burlap sack into a wooden chest before closing and locking the door. A loud huff from his horse made him turn down the road, a large puff of dust was traveling towards them. Devin pulled his spyglass up and looked down the road. Several beings in armour riding on the backs of white stalions were heading down the road towards them. "Fuck." Devin muttered under his breath before he began to hitch the horse back up to his carriage

Once the horse was set in Devin go up into the drivers seat and flicked the reigns. "I know you hate it, but were going to have to vanish." he said tapping a rune covered stone embedded in the wooden seat.

The carriage slowly began to shimmer before completely vanishing, Devin directed the horse down a smaller road in the same direction the group of armed men were coming from. Their prescense almost completely gone by the time the group raced past them.

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I sighed in exasperation. Pitre and I had just finished our card game, and I had lost, again. Idly I began to stroke the fur of my pet beside me. Porxie, my carousel piglet, snorted softly and pushed her soft snout against my hand. Pitre looked at her with a mischievous and interested gleam in his eye. He stroked his chin in thought for a moment, and then reached into the pockets of his trousers and procured many long balloons of many different colors. 

"If you don't mind, I'd like to make a 'pet' of my own, even if I can't make one quite so enchanted as yours." He said. I watched on eagerly as he began to blow up and shape the balloons. A shimmering golden balloon made up the pets body, and two striped balloons of white and silver made up a pair of wings. Two sparkling yellow balloons made a pair of long tails, and in the end the balloon pet looked a bit like a Streamertail. As the balloon bird floated gently in Pitre's hands, I could swear I saw it flutter its delicate wings.