#its a silly lil I mean big cat

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uuhhHhh Yeah cuphead chars

[gremlingottoosilly]

Moo business (monster!Konig x CowHybrid!fem!Reader)

Promotion to colonel has its perks. Having your own caretaker with fluffy cow years and a nice pair of...additions is one of them - and Konig is about to enjoy his new rank.

Content warning: Hybrids, Konig is a huge pervert, naive cow hybrid reader, slight dub-con, power imbalance, and inappropriate work behavior, lactation kink. Implied big chested!Reader

Humans have learned to live with monsters. Obviously, having dangerous, much more powerful neighbors in this tiny green planet, didn’t allow humans to actually thrive and succeed – the power dynamics were shifted ever since the first monster decided, that wearing a collar and identification badge doesn’t really go with their style. And humans would be much more suited to wear it. 

Unfortunately, monsters aren’t created equal – while most of them are killing machines with little to no regard to the danger of real life, there are some particularly fragile hybrids with no use in fights or even normal life. House cat hybrid girls, almost no claws and all purring and laying on their backs to let humans and other monsters pet their bellies. Sheep hybrids, all fluff and tiny, rounded horns that would never hurt anyone. Cow hybrids, adorable and silly, no use in the fights except for moral support. 

Which is exactly why König was fucking pissed. 

— G…good evening, sir. I will be your assistant for the day. I mean, every day. As long as you’re having me. 

You smile nervously, munching on your lips. When the only way up the social ladder was working in the army as an…assistant? Moral support? Waving your nurse training like you’d be able to safely secure a monster’s health when he is twice as big as you? 

Being a colonel in the army has its perks – better gear, better paycheck, better chunks of meat that he can bite off the enemies without higher-ups whining about war crimes and rules of war. Having a cute lil’ assistant with fluffy ears and a chest that physically can’t fit into the uniform, forcing you to wear permanent cleavage and just let a bit of chubbiness roll on the tight fabric is also a perk. For a pervert, maybe, but not for König who is already sworn to never deal with anyone who is this sensitive, this soft, and this…adorable. 

He thought he was quite certain in his wishes – if higher-ups really need for him to take a fuck toy, he wanted it to be resilient. Maybe a dog hybrid, maybe a vampire, just weak and hungry enough to overpower with little fights. Not someone like you, who has no idea what she is doing in the army and why her hands are trembling like he is going to devour you alive. Although, looking at the way your chest is swaying every time you flinch…maybe, he can do just that. Teach higher-ups a lesson on why he doesn’t need their handouts. 

— Dismissed. 

He doesn’t even look at you. Honestly, you’re a bit hurt – honestly, you almost want to yell at him or scream or tell all of your higher-ups that the colonel is a huge jerk who clearly doesn’t need a little cow darling to make him coffee and tend to his needs and be a huge moral support because they can’t take another fucked out recruit when the dangerous hybrid is in heat again. You feel like a glorified whore – the one that he doesn’t even want. 

— B…but…

You pout your lips, a billion questions raised in your mind – why is he like this, what is his deal and you should even look at him if he clearly doesn’t want you…and that look on your face, helplessness mixed with a bit of deliciously sweet anger, combined with your soft, doe features…

Colonel has a problem. 

He thought he knew what he wanted – a strong partner, someone resilient and fiery, someone who can take his cock anywhere without whining. Someone who wouldn’t require a lot of attention and softness, someone who knows their place. Now König looks at you, your floppy ears and trembling lips, and his gaze darts lower, his nose getting milk fragrances even under all of those layers of fabric. 

It doesn’t take a genius to know why they sent you. He doesn’t need a secretary, he doesn’t need an assistant and even if he needs help with something, there are always lower ranks ready to do whatever he says. You’re useless to him, on all levels he can imagine – and yet, he can’t find it in him, to truly dismiss you. To hate your trembling lips and obedient stare – no thought behind those pretty eyes of yours. He always thought he wanted someone strong, someone who is hard to break and resilient to any advances. 

He looks at you and, for the first time in forever, has this wild urge to protect. 

— Sir? Is everything alright? 

You tilt your head to the side, that naive stare you has makes his cock twitch in his pants. It was a long time since he had sex with anyone, especially that adorable. Some hybrids look like they are made to be fucked and loved and used in all of those delicious ways – he knows it’s problematic, he knows that having that view on fellow monsters isn’t right for someone as strong as him, but he wants to devour you. Wants to see that pretty eyes wide from desire – he knows you’d feel the urge too, it’s in your blood, to present your soft belly and even softer tits to a larger predator. 

Indulging on you would mean giving up on his attempts of constantly undermining the higher-ups – it would also mean that he would finally receive a partner for the extensive mating seasons that clash with his work and make his skilling rate go up – and not just for the enemies. Private Halseen, you will be missed. Your ass probably wouldn’t. 

— I thought you’d heard me the first time. 

— But I brought coffee.

— They make coffee machines in cows now? 

— Sir! I was just trying to…break the ice? I’m your new operator, or, um, assistant, I have nurse training, and I…

— What are you going to do with an injury? Lick it away? 

— M…my saliva has healing properties, so…

— They really sent me a magic cow, ja? 

— That’s a very…special way to put it, colonel.

You are surprisingly stubborn for someone who isn’t a confident killing machine. You balance the little tray with a cup of coffee – a big one, seems like you did your homework on that one – and he can’t help but imagine your hands gripping something else this tightly. Your body is trembling, your face switches between a sad and a surprised expression as he slowly emerges from his table to get a good look at you. 

You’re a cow hybrid – they are naturally adorable, naturally soft, and naturally made for someone like him to tower over. He is good over 7 foot, even in mostly human form, and his monster height would be almost twice your size – he'd love to take you like this, raw, bully his giant cock into your, no doubt, tight pussy, and make you squeal from the stretch. Maybe, he can help you with milk production – put another hybrid into you, make your belly swell from his cum. Keep you locked away in his room like a perfect little treat, using your soft body as a perfect pillow. 

He can’t help but lick his lips in anticipation – saliva collecting in his mouth as the thinks of all the ways he can use such a pretty secretary. There is no way you don’t know why they sent you here – no way you think that your self-worth is something more than being his obedient pet, beloved toy. König never thought of settling down, the bloodshed is his one and only partner – but he looks at your rounded horns, at your twitching ears and pouty lips – and he thinks about putting his earring right into your floppy ear. lick away all the blood and calm you down as you’d squirm under the pain, soothe your panicking cow brain as he would bully his cock even deeper, claiming you as…

Ah, shit. You’re still here, waiting for his answer – your eyes are shocked and afraid, anticipated a little bit because of course you’re aroused, his pheromones are too overwhelming for a thing like you – you stare at the bulge in his pants, at nis, no doubt, hard cock – and he can almost see gears in your head turning slowly. God, you’re adorable. 

— You forgot the milk. 

— Sergeant Horangi didn’t say anything about milk. 

So, Horangi was the one to set you up. Of course, tiger shifter probably got his hots on you – pretty prey, perfect for every hunter nearby, but, just as a good officer, he let you go to his colonel first. You talk back with a surprisingly fierce tone and König appreciates the way his mask covers up his whole face – you couldn’t see his smile, the way corners of his mouth jerked up at your pout. Continue like this, and the colonel will do more than just smile at your antics. 

— Probably because he knew that our milk is shitty. 

— If…if you need me to bring you something else, I will do it right away, sir. 

— No need, Kuhen. I think you have what I need right here. 

His cock twitches in his pants again – your eyes are locked on his bulge, you slowly push the tray to the table. You’re naive, you’re cute, and he knows that KorTac probably pays you triple for being this adorable and playing dumb like the good girl you are – bastards probably know that if you’d be upfront and pushy, he would just set you away from his office. 

But standing here, munching on your lower lip, your soft, pink tongue disappearing in your mouth only to reaper to lick your lips again, your face not ever betraying the emotions you, no doubt, are feeling – König can smell your arousal, can almost see the way your pussy is glittering with juices flowing right into your soaked panties. They send a lamb – a cow – to his chambers and they know that he would never resist a good hunt. You allow him to cut through the chase, to just pin you to his desk and take what’s his – but anxiety, that stupid fucking worm eating his brain over the tiniest facts, is making him question everything again. He knows he thinks too much, he knows it’s not going to do him any good – still, he wants to be sure that you’re not too dumb to understand his advances. Still, he wants to play a bit more. Delay the moment of sex because his doubt can eat him alive otherwise. 

— Take off your shirt, Schatzen. 

He doesn’t even look at your chest, bouncing from the tight shirt you were wearing – poor buttons holding on for dear life, barely containing your soft flesh – he drinks up your expressions, embarrassment, and poorly hidden curiosity. You saw the job requirements for an operator, saw his profile – high risks, high aggression, can be very, very violent – and you decided that you can take him, for the right pay. 

— You want me to…take off something else, sir?

A smart girl would run the fuck away from him – but you just lock your hands in front of you, not even bothering to cover your chest. God, he wants to be with you forever – just for that little look on your face your nervousness. You’re standing in front of him, only wearing pants and your bra – and you’re afraid that he isn’t going to like what he sees. 

Just for this expression, he might as well push a ring on your finger already. 

— Ja. Bra is next. 

You nod like you expected this. You probably did – for a prey hybrid, you’re surprisingly smart in understanding what he needs. Your bra is lacy and cute, white, with little flat roses printed – surely not something he expected from military personnel, even if your duties are laying in under him, not with your belly in trenches and your cute hands squeezing the trigger. 

Your breasts look even bigger without a bra to keep them close. You place a hand under your chest, feeling a bit awkward with your colonel just standing here, looming over your form. You lick your lips – he cocks his head closer to you. You can hear something shifting under his hood – you don’t know what his face looks like, rumors were opting for either a bunch of tentacles tucked neatly inside of his hood, the head of some mythical animal, or a normal, but disfigured and burned human face. You don’t know which option you prefer – even the files you were reading before choosing this job didn’t give you an answer. There is something stirring inside of you when you’re thinking about tentacles, though. 

— Braves Mädchen…good girl. 

You smile, feeling the knot in your tummy getting even tighter at the praise. You like him – despite his rough exterior and the obvious arousal, you like being liked, wanted, and devoured by a much stronger predator. Not having any supernatural powers, your only survival option in this world is to appease the strongest – and it looks like you just got a really juicy target. 

Suddenly, König grabs your waist and lifts you to his table – documents go flying around and you put a bit more, thinking of how long it would take to put everything back together. He doesn’t care for your concerns – the next thing you know, you are pushed ever further into his table, and the colonel lifts the end of his hood just enough to envelop his mouth on one of your nipples. 

— S…sir! Please, a little warning next time…

He laughs, his hands pressing small, sweet bruises into the curve of your waist. His mouth feels cold at first – then he flicks his tongue at your hardened nipple, and it feels like an oven. You moan you squeak, you squirm under him – all those documents and transferring and half a dozen Suits trying to tell you of how dangerous your work is going to be, how unstable and irritated the colonel is, how he is probably going to shoo you from his office the first two weeks – all of this comes flying right out the window. 

— You already think of the next time, Schatzen? 

König never tastes something as sweet, as silky, and smooth as your breasts. There is something deep, primal, wild in the way he sucks and bites at your nipple – he devours the taste of your skin and it feels like he can come to his pants just from the feeling alone. You’re squirming in his grasp, poor thing, probably aren’t used to sensation – he closes his eyes and allows his monster to take over, to take what he wants from you. 

He shifts to your other breasts, warming and cooling them at the same time. He isn’t an expert in that weird kind of massage, but you don’t need an expert in boob sucking when all of your cow instincts telling you to spread your legs and allow him to put babies in you, to breed like the prey you are, to take care of you outside of this stupid job. You’re terrified that his sharp teeth can draw blood and arouse at the way his tongue clicks at your nipples so perfectly, so naturally, like he was doing it his whole life. 

You moan, whispering little begs and praying to deaf ears. Your hands are going to hig his neck, to just kind put your fingers on his hood and just keep it here, not daring to try and direct the movements of his tongue. All of those days of constant preparing for the worst, long nights of studying the psychology of hunters, of predator hybrids, didn’t leave you much time to milk yourself in the past week – you might just be a hybrid, but it doesn’t release you from the endless burden of constant lactation. 

— S…so embarrassing…please, sir, we need to stop or I will…

— Ja, meine Kuh? Did you want to say something to your colonel? 

— Please, I’m going to…fuck, this is embarrassing…

— Language. 

He closes his teeth on your tender bud, making you moan his name – his callsign – loudly. He grunts from satisfaction, finally tasting sweet milk pouring from his body – might be the only thing that makes cow hybrids useful for someone as strong as him. 

Your milk is sweet, rich, and creamy, and your little cries only make it tastier. He pushes his tongue deeper, swirls it around your hardened bud, waits for you to moan even more – every inch of your being makes him feel weird, protective, like he already put a baby in that soft tummy of yours and made you his. It’s dumb, you aren’t even connected on the official level – but he sucks your milk ever so passionately, forgetting about every mission trouble he had.

Sucking your tits feels like therapy – giving up all of his powers just to kiss you, to bite you, to drink your milk, and softly massage the flesh until your pussy starts to grind against the round corner of his table. Poor thing, he doesn’t even touch you in any way – you’re too precious for this, and he falls too deeply into your eyes and the swell of your chest. 

— Sir! Pl…please, don’t…if you’d stop, I will…

He drinks your milk swiftly, feels the liquid dripping down his chin – always a messy eater, one of the reasons he used the mask to hide his embarrassment. He can’t look at your face, the angle is too far off for this, and it disappoints him – he wants to drink your pretty expressions, wants to know that he is one to make that pretty cow this slutty. Just a few minutes ago he was ready to get your ass off his office – and now he is changing between two of your round breasts, making sure to not waste a drop. 

Fuck, this is far better than any milk the base kitchen can provide. 

He sucks a little bit more, pressing his tongue against your swollen, abused nipples. You whine at the sensation, poor little hybrid isn’t used to his teeth and his mouth – he’d have to make sure to repeat this procedure every other day, if possible, to get you used to direct milking. He’d have to spend weeks spreading your pretty cunt for him, teaching you how to milk his cock and meowl like a good prey hybrid you are – but he didn’t become colonel because he was afraid of challenges. 

He stops sucking with a little pop, final droplets of milk falling to his lips as he licks it, groaning from pleasure. His stubble made the soft skin around your nipples irritated and you tremble when the cold air hits them – you feel fragile, used, your pussy is twitching around nothing, the pulsation forcing you to grind against the corner of his table like a bitch in heat. 

König made you like this – half-naked, trembling, so fucking horny that you can’t even look at him without dropping to your knees, and it almost made you want to run away. He squeezes your tits again, enveloping the soft mounts in his large, rough hands – you whine a little bit, still all too sensitive after this pleasurable torture he created. 

— How do you feel? 

He sounds…weaker now. Almost embarrassed at his little outburst, he picks up your bra and helps you get dressed – you both want more, to check if his table is really as sturdy as it looks, but König has a training session in 30 minutes and you have König’s training session, standing behind his shoulder and watching him yelling at the recruits. It would be hard to get scared at him again, when every time his cold gaze darts to your face, he softens. When you look at him and can only imagine milk dripping down your chin – your milk, no less. 

— I’m…empty. In a good way, I mean. Thank you, sir.

You feel weird when he gently helps you get into your clothes, his fingers are simply too big for the buttons – he presses his head against your shoulder, trying to concentrate, and you awkwardly hug him for stability. He chuckles. 

— My pleasure, Schatzen. 

You stand here, awkwardly – your neck enveloped with a collar, with his name on it, and he can’t pry his eyes away from it. God, he never knew that being a colonel would allow him such a cutie as a bonus. KorTac didn’t seem like an organization that would give away wives so easily, but König isn’t going to complain. 

He just has to make sure to keep you chained to his table, that’s all. 

[fallingstarslookthesame]

☄️ᯓ 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞

HAIII!!!

Welcome to the silly nation‼️

...where you watch me say wild stuff, pretty much😗😗

𝘾𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚:

-> My name's Reine, but Vanilla will do great too!!! I prefer being called w my name tho :DD

-> I like MCR, PTV, FOB, SWS, and kindaaaaa getting into tokio hotel bc of my menace sister..

-> I use She/Her

-> I got a MILLION hobbies!!! Feel free to ask me about THOSE 😗

-> Idk if this really matters,, but my mbti is ENFJ!!!!

-> I also like sports, mainly football (or soccer???) And I'm surely one big fan of Arsenal FC��� I'm being serious. I LOVE football so much, please talk to me about it I will get EXCITED 😨

-> I'm in highschool!!!! It sucks here....which means I'm a minor chat🙏

-> my (PLATONIC) husband @elvirassecretmistrezz 🫶🫶

-> Outside of my music taste, I'm very open to listening to anything!! You can always talk to me about artists from other genres 😴😴 (*cough cough* hip hop and R&B)

-> Sometimes I'll be a little bit of a slut for some dude named Tony Perry... Don't mind that pls🙏🙏

-> Lets just assume I like every fandom until I say I don't know what you're on about 🥱🥱

🍁𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬...

𝙆𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙:

I'm NEVER too cool for anyone!!! Talk to me!!! don't miss a chance for a good friendship...I LOOOOOVE friends ❤️

ALSO random fun fact but I'm the OPPOSITE of quiet kids,, I'm TOO loud!!! (if you haven't figured that out....) and hey,, I'm a lil smart🧐 its so easy to grab my attention with anything history/geography,, AND SCIENCE!!! 🫶

But remember I'm VERY unserious....don't take anything I say to heart!!! And the corny emojis are not fr😭

💫𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡!

𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

-If you're Dhar Mann.

Yeaaah, I have nothing against anyone really 😭😭 sometimes I think of putting something like "MCR5 DENIERS!!!" but then I think I can probably tolerate these people to an extent 😗😗

Dhar Mann tho is a different story, he's my sworn enemy.

As long as you're not going to sell me on temu,, you should be good🔥🔥 (exception for @millkky)

🪐𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞...

𝙊𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧/𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨:

yea I need a whole section for those, so what🙄😒???

@oddvanilla is technically also my main

My grandkid would be @how-long-till-im-a-fan-of-ptv,, and my GREAT grandkid is @hourly-pierce-the-veil... Interesting family tree, huh?🥱🥱

Then you've got the quiet cousin who's running on queue like ALL the time @sireninfestedwaters (jus stuff that are so perfect they satisfy me) and the cool aunt would be @trossards19jersey (Arsenal posting)

Edit: WOW LOOK AT THAT ANOTHER PTV SIDEBLOG!!! IM DEFINITELY GREAT AT MANAGING A MILLION PTV SIDEBLOGS 😎😎 @bestptvsongtournament

Edit 2; sideblogs are my therapy... @pencilchaos for occasional art, I run a whole school called @hellsite-school ...and I also run @hourlysamepicofeminem and soon MORE ptv blogs🤑🤑🤑🤑

🍂𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐬!!

Cats or gtfo

Ya girl is slightly insane....

[selfshipping-central]

Matchup for 🕷 anon!!

Fandom: Obey Me

Satan!! (Romantic)

I’ve decided to pair you with Satan!! Everyone’s favourite cat lover <3

I do wanna talk a little about his reaction to coming out first, if you two are already in a romantic relationship by this point oh my god he is so supportive and so patient.

Want’s to learn everything so he’ll ask you so many questions!!

“So… did you figure it out? How did you figure it out??”

He might forget that a few of them are seen as offensive so you might need to remind him ≡(▔﹏▔)≡

“Oh sorry- I didn’t mean to offend you darling.”

Bless him he just wants to learn more about you <3

Oh my god he’ll take you binder shopping with Asmo. While Asmo is buying all the cute pretty ones you and Satan are looking at Miku binder and giggling.

“We should get this one.”

The only other person I see being almost as hype as Satan when you come out is Asmo.

You and Satan defiantly have some sort of ‘piggybank’ for your surgeries.

Stays by your side the minute you’re out, fretting over you.

This piggybank is heavily protected. Mammon has been banned form dipping his grubby lil fingers into the account lest Lucifer hang him from the ceiling again.

“Wait I didn’t mean to Satan I didn’t know!! Please don’t get Lucifer.”  

He doesn’t mind how silly you are online, he’s not a big social media user but he’ll post pictures of you both on Devilgram.

“Asmo said to post pictures of us on our dates. So smile for the camera darling.”

Loves how shy you are.

It reminds him of a cat.

Unironically calls you ‘kitten’.

“Kitten come here.” *The horrid sound of Mammon’s laughter as he falls to the floor gasping for air.*

You two can be overachievers together. The only thing scarier than Lucifer is you and Satan during exam prep.

“Now listen here darling. I’m not letting you beat me on this exam just you wait.”

Can I hear it for academic rivals to lovers?!

You two are always comparing marks and either congratulating each other, or cursing the heavens.

Somewhere, far away. Simeon sneezes.

You need that academic praise? He’s got you.

“Wait you got full marks on that one? I was sure you would lose a few… wow darling. You must be better at Devildom history than me… that’s impressive for a human. Good job.”

Is so confused if you start crying because of the praise.

“Did I do something wrong?? All I did was attempt to praise you-”

Adores quality time. You might be sitting next to him while you crochet while he studies or watches cat videos or something and he’s having the time of his life.

Doesn’t get overly jealous of other demons, but he will get really pissed off if he catches anyone near you that are clearly pushing your boundaries.

Teach him how to play some basketball.

Once he get’s the hand of it he might slam you at it.

All friendly obviously.

Set bets for each other, the kind if you lose you gotta do yadda yadda for Satan and vice versa.

Gives you both that extra push to go all out.

Think’s your makeup is pretty cool and would let you try putting some on him. But only after Asmo is done having his half hour makeup session with you.

He honestly doesn’t really care about the way you look, dress, etc. If you are getting dysphoria or are feeling particularly insecure, he will do his best to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

Simply stands off in the corner while Asmo helps you with fashion.

Oh could you please show him how to wear a jacker properly its really fucking annoying <33

Takes you to cat cafes.

Late night karaoke?

Late night karaoke.

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

Primetober Day 1: It’s Not Kidnapping If You Make The Rules, with all three extra themes (Kidnapping, Gaslighting, and “You'll do as I say.”)

Boy in the bunker AU. Five year old Tommy is remembering a little of his life outside with the SBI, and Dream makes sure to convince him he's just going crazy. Warnings for kidnapping, manipulation, gaslighting, isolation, imprisonment, abuse and neglect of a very young child, traumabonding, and ableist rhetoric used to victim blame a child.

ao3 if you prefer

— “Dream?” Tommy grasped hard on his big brother’s leg, like a vice grip stopping him from leaving and making Tommy all lonely again. He’d left for a long, long time when he’d gone through the bunker doors last time, long enough that all the food had run out except the ones in the big cupboards he wasn’t able to reach yet, and he’d curled up crying in the top bunk holding his aching stomach for two miserable nights. That was where Dream slept, after all, and the silky green sheets almost felt like his big brother was hugging him from far away. “You gotta stay. You gotta.”

Dream chuckled. “Toms, I just got back. I’m not gonna get you cereal then immediately bounce.”

“Oh.” Tommy turned red, though he didn’t let go. He was a big boy- it was his fifth birthday just before Dream had left last!- but he could still be clingy, right? It felt childish and silly for a big kid to do, but Dream always praised Tommy for it, so it was good, right? “Why’d it take you so long to find shit? Did the rabi- radi- poison cloud bomb shit hurt you?”

Dream had told him all about how the world got fucked up when he was only little. There used to be a big island outside the bunker doors, with lots of people, and stuff like schools and other stuff that was on the DVDs. But then the countries, which were like really big families but not really where one person controlled everything like Dream did with him, but they were mean about it, bombed each other, and the bombs had poison in them, and it killed everyone except him and Dream, because Dream had found the bunker and taken him there.

It was always scary whenever Dream went out scavenging in the surface world. Every time, Tommy made a thousand prayers that he wouldn’t get hurt. He wasn’t really sure what a prayer was, but people did it in the movies, so it must work. Once, Tommy forgot to do his prayers, and when he realised he was so worried that he was sick all over the bed because he thought he’d killed Dream and he’d starve to death alone. 

There was the Gun- Dream always said that if one of them was gonna die, he’d take it and kill both of them quickly because it was better than dying in pain or being alone, but Tommy wasn’t big enough to reach the cupboard it was kept in. Besides, only Dream was allowed to use the Gun. Once, he’d hit Tommy just for looking at it for too long, but it was only a little hit, so it was okay because Dream did stuff that left scars when he needed a proper lesson. They didn’t show that on the TV, but Dream had told him that what was on the TV was made up and that stuff like talking cats weren’t real. But cats were, which was equally as weird as talking cats, Tommy thought.

“Nah, I’m fine, lil’ cockroach.” Dream ruffled Tommy’s hair, grimacing a little at its messy state. “God, you need a bath. You’re filthy. Did you roll around in the greenhouse or something?”

“… nooooo?” Tommy yelped as Dream pulled his curls, just enough to hurt. “Okay, okay, I did it, m’ sorry! I wanted to see if the dirt would make my hair brown, so I got some dirt and poured it over me.” He put on his best puppy-dog impression. “I take full respo-sbility for my actions. So, uh, you can hit me and stuff.”

“Aww, look at you, trying to be manipulative. It’s adorable.” Dream laughed. “Fine, you can get away with it for now.”

Tommy giggled at that, before he suddenly stopped. Oh yeah, there was something important he had to tell his big brother. The excitement of finally having someone around was so overwhelming he’d nearly forgotten. “Uh, Dream? Can I tell you something?”

“Course, Tommy. We’re family, right? You can tell me anything.” It sounded more like an order than a comfort, but Tommy was used to orders. Dream said that if he didn’t follow all the orders, then maybe something would go wrong, and the toxic thingy would seep through the doors, and they’d die, and Tommy didn’t want to die. Being alive was pretty awesome, he thought. “Don’t you trust me, lil bro?”

“Of- of course! It’s just- it’s about b’fore, y’know, the bombs an’ shit. I had- I could remember it.”

Dream froze up at that, glaring down at Tommy like there was something dangerous about what he said. Tommy nervously fiddled with his fingers, voice catching in his throat, before Dream gave a sickly sweet smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “What could you remember, little bug?” His voice was honeyed, but Tommy knew well enough the poison it hid.

“I- uh, it was when I was real little. Back before I realised I was a boy and stuff.” Tommy couldn’t look his brother in the eyes, feeling somehow guilty about it even though he didn’t know what he did wrong. But it upset Dream, and therefore Tommy couldn’t help but get the sickening feeling he deserved punishment. “I was in a pink dress- like that one in Sims, right? And I was- I was in a park, and there was grass under my feet and shit. And- uh, I think I remember- I don’t know, I don’t think he was my dad. He looked kinda like you, so I guess he was my big brother?”

Tommy gulped, and Dream continued to look down at him, unblinking. “Continue.” His voice was like ice.

“U-um.” Tommy could feel tears pricking at his eyes. He knew he was gonna get a whooping, but it’d probably be worse if he directly disobeyed Dream, so he continued. “Well, I uh, I was playing with a doll, but I lost it, and this nice man got it for me, but then we were really far away from my other brother. And I looked up and- and it was you! And you had the Knife, and you just kinda picked me up and ran.” Tommy laughed, the idea seeming funny. He must have been so tiny back then. “And then I got this.” He gestured at the rough scar across his chest- the first Dream ever gave him, which he treasured because it meant Dream cared enough to correct him, and that meant he loved him.

“Tommy.” Dream didn’t sound mad, just completely emotionless. “Don’t tell lies.”

“I-I’m not- it’s- I ’member it, promise!” Tommy huffed, putting his hands on his hips. “I remember it.”

“Really?” Dream raised an eyebrow.

“Really really. I can pinkie promise if you want.”

“No, no, I believe you.” Dream’s voice was suddenly calm, suddenly sickly sweet again. “But, Tommy… that means you’re not well.”

Tommy blinked. “Huh?”

“Tommy… how could I meet you in a park if I found you after the bombs fell? That doesn’t make sense. Think about it.” Dream gently ruffled Tommy’s hair as he spoke, giving him a sad smile. “I… some people just aren’t well, Tommy. What they see and hear isn’t what’s really going on. I wish I knew this earlier, so I could help…”

Tommy furrowed his brows, deep in thought. “Does that mean… anything I see and hear and shit? It could all be- like, stuff I made up?”

Dream nodded. “Mhm. But it’s okay. I can do all the thinking for you! Just- just tell me everything you see and hear and remember at the end of the day, and I’ll tell you what the truth is. Okay?”

“Even if I do something bad? Won’t I get in trouble?”

“I mean, yeah, but if you avoid doing that and don’t speak to me, you’ll also be in trouble, right? So it’s fine.”

“… Right.” The idea of there being no way of avoiding hurt seemed horrible, but if Dream thought it was correct… it had to be, right? Everything Dream did prevented the outside things from breaking in and poisoning them, so Tommy had to trust him, or else they’d both die, and neither of them wanted to die.

“Try not to sound so bratty about that, God.” Tommy couldn’t tell if Dream was joking or not saying that, an equal mix of humour and frustration in his voice, and he instinctively flinched. “I make the rules for a reason, Tommy. I keep us alive. I keep us more than alive. I keep the electricity running and get you your favourite food. All I ask is your obedience; is that so hard? Christ.” He covered his face with his hands, sighing. “I guess I can’t blame you. You- you’re not well. It’s not your fault that you’re fragile. It just means you need a firmer hand.”

Something about being called fragile made Tommy feel really upset, but if Dream was saying it, then it had to be correct, and Tommy was being the unreasonable one. Maybe he was fucking crazy. Maybe he was thinking wrong stuff, maybe he needed Dream to tell him everything.

And would that be so bad? Dream was his big brother, and he was the bestest big brother ever. He tucked Tommy into bed, he cooked his favourite food, he played Smash with him all day long sometimes, and even sometimes let him win. When Tommy realised he was a boy, he immediately gave him a cool new name and cool new clothes. He gave the best hugs and was so cool to talk to, he had the most awesome stories about what he did in the surface world. Tommy was pretty sure most of them were fake because they all contradicted each other, but they were so cool he didn’t care. And no matter how long he had to leave, he always came back.

Yeah, Dream knew best. He made the rules for a reason.

“M’ sorry. I’ll tell you everything.” Tommy gave the biggest grin he could, even though he didn’t feel happy, he just felt guilty and stupid. “You’re so smart and cool. I trust you.”

“Aww, and you’re so smart and cool too, Tommy, else you wouldn’t realise that!” Dream laughed, all venom in his voice dissipated. “Also, we need to wash the dirt out of your hair. Seriously, how did you get so much in?”

Tommy batted his eyes innocently. “It was an accident, I swear.” He burst into giggles at that too, and they were both smiling, tension removed from the air. All was well again, and Tommy had learnt a valuable lesson.

He just needed to rely on Dream over his own senses, and everything would be okay.

[cunt-removal]

the way you're responding is making it worse, can't you just admit you did something fucked up? or take accountability for anything? no you aren't just a lil guy this is actually fucking gross. i can deal with the way you draw Ezekiel yes it's okay to project or be silly but drawing him with a gun to his head is weird, and you're responding with cats like it's a damn joke

im sorry that i drew something that hurt you, i didnt rly mean for it to go to anywhere that werent my friends, i dont think its a jokje i just genuinely dont know what to do, im scared and confused and i didnt think it'd be a big deal im sorry

[100platypodesinatrenchcoat]

Mommyclan design fight preferences

Bases are a-okay here and this is up to change and If you want to completely disregard like all the things I want (please still read the No thank you :( bit) go ahead! Designing characters is fun and if you just wanna go crazy and make your own thing I'll still love it nonetheless

Pretty please, love this in designs!!!

Designs based off of other animals, very fun

Colour palettes!!! and i mean like fun colour palettes with unrealistic colours. I mean like generated palettes or palettes organized by the colour-palettes tumblr account. You can still make your own if you really want to.

Shaped, square, circle, triangle, shapes are fun :)

Fun fur or hair styles, i mean like full pompadours, mullets, mohawks, and the fur part is in the same vein as the shaped-ness

Fun shapes like hearts or stars or whatever on like showy off places on the design

something you like in a design too, I'd love to see y'alls preferences and fun stuff you wanna do in this too!

Tortoiseshells and calico's for cats, their so silly i love them :)

Randomized designs! like randomized based on any randomizer with as little as just a name randomizer or like a full descriptor

Colour schemes!!! Complementary, triad, analogous, shit's cool!!!

I like this but it's not like a big big thing

Sparkle animals. I don't really dabble in sparkle cats a lot so it'd be cool to see them

Any animal is all good, preferably cats but like dragons, dogs, foxes, lizards, whatever is also good! :D

Accessories!!!

A little bit of white, or like a close to white colour just in spots or as highlights

itty bitty kitties or big chonkers, no average heights in this household! Same goes for ears, really little or really big! (I like to think that cats with small ears are harder to read and cats with big ears are easier to read expression wise because that's a part of how we tell their emotions)

There's a certain way some people do fluffy fur that is so interesting to me, like long and silky looking with several branching fur strands, its very cool

Unique twists or bits on cat breeds, like looking at a cat breed and saying ill take (cat breed) with some extra interesting trait! If you were like ordering it at a resturant

Two colour cats with interesting patterns are nice :) just nice that's all i have to say about them lol

Lil fun fangs, they will monch :3

Wacky eye colours!!! yippee!!!

Scars are cool, go crazy

You can add some character if you like, like lore or pride flags or name, nowhere near required though

If you do add a name though, one that's related to the personality or a unique or central part of the name is cool :D

No thank you :(

A lot of body horror, too spoopy for me :( You can get a lil silly with it if you want to just not a lot, a lot

[ao3feed-jaydick]

Little Dickie and the Big Bad Omegas

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55315906 by no1_tballplayer “Deathstroke’s an omega?!?” Jason said disbelief in his tone, Dick frowned. “Yes? Is that any more surprising than the Red Hood with his duffel bag being an omega?” “Oh get off it Dickhead, you talking to the big mean omega here,” Jason said, “Wait a minute, how do you know Slade’s dynamic,” Oh shit. “Well um-,” “And how the hell would you know what Deathstroke is like in bed anyway-, unless,” Jason’s grin turned sharp. “You’ve slept with him,” Dick flushed a dark red rather than the pink the alcohol had given him. “Look, that’s not important, the point is, he can help you with your dominant omega problems, I doubt he’s ever been submissive in his whole damn life,” Dick pouted, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “So then you know all about my problems too huh?” Jason said, looking like a cat with a mouse. Words: 5708, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Slade Wilson Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Jason Todd/Slade Wilson Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal, Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Face-Sitting, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Pseudo-Incest, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Threesome - M/M/M, Intersex, Intersex Omegas, Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Dick Grayson, Omega Slade Wilson, Omega Verse, Dom/sub, Dominant Slade Wilson, Knotting, Dominant Jason Todd, Submissive Dick Grayson, Bondage, Blindfolds, Gags, Mildly Dubious Consent, Teaching, What if Dick was an Alpha and still got his ass fucked, Humor, Attempt at Humor, i think its funny, its been so long since I've wrote porn I was gettin a lil silly with it, Verbal Humiliation, Name-Calling, Degradation, Alcohol, Drunken Confessions, Sexual Frustration, Kink Discovery, Kink Exploration, Inspired by Fanfiction read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55315906

[ao3feed-sladedick]

Little Dickie and the Big Bad Omegas

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/WunZUAY by no1_tballplayer “Deathstroke’s an omega?!?” Jason said disbelief in his tone, Dick frowned. “Yes? Is that any more surprising than the Red Hood with his duffel bag being an omega?” “Oh get off it Dickhead, you talking to the big mean omega here,” Jason said, “Wait a minute, how do you know Slade’s dynamic,” Oh shit. “Well um-,” “And how the hell would you know what Deathstroke is like in bed anyway-, unless,” Jason’s grin turned sharp. “You’ve slept with him,” Dick flushed a dark red rather than the pink the alcohol had given him. “Look, that’s not important, the point is, he can help you with your dominant omega problems, I doubt he’s ever been submissive in his whole damn life,” Dick pouted, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “So then you know all about my problems too huh?” Jason said, looking like a cat with a mouse. Words: 5708, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Slade Wilson Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Jason Todd/Slade Wilson Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal, Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Face-Sitting, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Pseudo-Incest, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Threesome - M/M/M, Intersex, Intersex Omegas, Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Dick Grayson, Omega Slade Wilson, Omega Verse, Dom/sub, Dominant Slade Wilson, Knotting, Dominant Jason Todd, Submissive Dick Grayson, Bondage, Blindfolds, Gags, Mildly Dubious Consent, Teaching, What if Dick was an Alpha and still got his ass fucked, Humor, Attempt at Humor, i think its funny, its been so long since I've wrote porn I was gettin a lil silly with it, Verbal Humiliation, Name-Calling, Degradation, Alcohol, Drunken Confessions, Sexual Frustration, Kink Discovery, Kink Exploration, Inspired by Fanfiction read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/WunZUAY

[paradiseshards]

AU TIME

I had bits of this in my head at the end of reading Thunder, and now its kind of expanding but its by no means a solid thing- anyway.

So its kinda related to a lil art thing i did back when thunder was released. After Frostpaw had her big revelation, or maybe when Riverstar told her the ‘you were never meant to be a medicine cat, but now you’re one anyway lol’ thing (he did that, right? It wasn’t just him thinking it?), she was given a sort of, direct link to starclan and prophecies and whatnot. Like Jayfeather, but more biblically accurate and probably overpowered. And some Rootspring typical possession maybe, that’d be fun.

But i digress. They get back to the clans, and Frostpaw and Nightheart decide that since everyone thinks Frostpaw is dead already anyway, they could fake a sign from starclan to take away everyone’s trust in Splashtail.

Luckily for Frostpaw, the night was already a particularly cold one. Despite it being relatively early in the night, dew was already clinging to the grasses, and she was fully prepared to take advantage of this. Carefully brushing her fur against the plants, she collected the water drops at the ends of her pelt, and prepared for probably the biggest lie she would ever tell.

A comforting nod from Nightheart and the park cats gave her a small boost of confidence, and she stepped out into the clearing.

A loud, deceivingly calm mew cut through the chatter of the other clans, silencing their discourse over Splashtail’s announcement. “Splashtail is no leader; he’s a murderer. He killed Reedtail, and he killed me too.”

The cats turned to look at whoever this cat was, interrupting their meeting- and see her, they did. Frostpaw’s white and gray fur shone like a second moon, dewdrops glittering like her namesake in her fur. To all the gathered clans, Frostpaw truly did look like a Starclan cat.

Now if any of you remember that one scene where Lion, Jay, and Holly all faked a sign with their kind of cousins, and then Starclan actually turned it into a real one? Yeah, that happens here.

Frostpaw’s dew freezes and actually glows like stars, and because all of starclan is one collective theater kid with a taste for the dramatic (and i just think it’d look cool, sue me), Frostpaw’s funky silly stitches are still there and shine like gold. Rule of cool or something, I don’t take criticism on this.

Here’s where it starts growing into Wind events, kind of.

Whether the clans actually believe her or not, Splashtail is pissed and isn’t about to let her ruin all his plans. So maybe he calls her bluff, and maybe his hold over Riverclan is already strong enough to convince them all to keep following him despite a ‘literal starclan cat’ claiming he murdered their deputy and a child.

She could still end up in Shadowclan, but something is different about her now. She walks with the confidence of a cat many, many times her age, and when others look at her, it’s almost like seeing double. That cat is fluffy, small Frostpaw, but that cat is also dark gray, with all the knowledge of starclan and leadership in his eyes.

Riverstar has pulled a retroactive Cinderpelt on Frostpaw.

Maybe she’s permanently a bit glittery and borderline ghosty now, or maybe its something she can turn off, or it only happens while Riverstar is, I don’t know, lending her his blessing. But she stalks the Riverclan borders during dawn and dusk, staring silently at the cats who refused to believe her, and at night, she finds ways to haunt Splashtail.

Those cold, frozen blue eyes watching him from the entrance to the leader’s den, her blood dripping down from a neck wound that should have long since healed.

General cryptid Frostpaw stuff. I think she deserves to be a little silly as the local Horrors. Starclan and the powers that be have done more for less, before. Probably. Okay maybe not but shhhh, let me have this.

[hertwood]

dts s5 e9-10: THE FINAL POST

e9: -have not been looking forward to the christian horner episode i must say -GOD listening to everyone talk abt how dominant of a year this was for max knowing whats to come 🙃🙃🙃🙃 -this whole "well we didnt do it on purpose so its not cheating" is SO SILLY like imagine if i went to the irs like sowwy i didnt pay my taxes correctly i didnt know 🥺🥺 doesnt matter ur still getting fined lol -i have always felt that christian's whining here is Extra Obnoxious like he didnt spend YEARS going after every lil thing mercedes might've stepped wrong on. if there was a rumor that mercedes went even $100 over cost cap you KNOW he wouldn't shut up about it but when the tables turned he's such a victim -max is going to be deaf by 40 istg. insert huh cat meme that is him always. (affecionate) -"these people talk shit through the media but'll never say it to my face" have u considered its not bc theyre scared to say it to you but bc you're a rancid person they'd like to avoid interacting with. food for thought -"maybe you feel guilty, i dunno" binotto ate with that one i mean IF THE SHOE FITS -I THINK. as it was in 2020 w/ the pink mercedes. (and in 2007 with mclaren!) the penalty for the cost cap breach should've been a dock in constructors championship points. it wouldn't affect the final standings of 2021 (mercedes beat them anyway, there was a big gap to ferrari in 3rd). it would be a great way to set a strict precedent that would easily motivate teams to be very careful with the budget cap WITHOUT changing any results. FIA hire me -say what u like abt will buxton they will never make me hate you will buxton. the way he is with words explaining drama he is the caesar flickerman of f1 and if you cant appreciate it thats a you issue -showing the singapore grand prix and all i can think abt is iconic post race dando interview. yeah i'm sure the race was cool too i guess -I FUCKING FORGOT HE PULLED THE MENTAL HEALTH CARD bro is seriously like dont talk about the cheating we did think of our poor mental health 🥺🥺🥺 anyway i'm gonna go fire nyck devries midseason brb -WOMP WOMP -once again if the roles were reversed christian would be spearheading a campaign to get a mercedes title stripped be so fucking forreal -more max/gp fics. their dynamic is immaculate chefs kiss -god if lewis won this race it wouldve been so iconic. sad

e10: -ad22 top 10 daniel outfits ever. btw -um lando norris neurodivergent agenda the way he's talking about food here? something going on in that brain. when he ordered 13 spring rolls as a meal in that iconic nortrell stream? that is not a way a neurotypical person eats i swear on god -them asking charles how his season was then immediately cutting to the france crash is so mean. good narrative storytelling, but mean nonetheless -how cathartic it must be for nando to benefit from ferrari blunders lol -pre this season coming out, i remember hoping they'd have a proper focus on carlos' austria dnf. it did get a lil moment but it was, for me, the most shocking mechanical dnf of the season and i was looking forward to seeing more of the inner details of it all. oh well -cinematic parallels between merc & ferrari fighting for 2nd in 2022 AND 2023 -brazil must have some typa rule abt not having netflix there bc they always miss out on the most bangers of races. sad. i love u brazil 22 :') -"they told me i can do whatever i want. when i see carlos, put him in the wall" max i am. i am kissing u. on the mouth. mwah mwah mwah -i DO wish. the focused more on the charles v checo battle. that was simply more important. but i guess that didnt work well with the happy ending they gave checo in e7 so -"omtar might get the last laugh this time around" :)))))) for the last time babey hell yeah -FUCK hate how awkward this dando moment they chose to feature is. they're so much more than that. dts only watchers they're in love and doing the nasty on the reg i PROMISE -this daniel comp is so goofy silly now that hes coming back lmao. i do love him he is so important for the reach of f1 and drive to survive and he deserves all the love he gets -HI LOGAN SO EXCITED TO SEE MORE OF U IN THE NEW SEASON MWAH

[vilicusreads]

ERHMM NEW SP AU ALERT‼️💯🤜

Its a fantasy AU and I'm acc getting so excited to finally make it into an official comic RAAH HERE'S THE DETAILS

Kyle- dragon because why not gtfafmiyda

Stan- cow minotaur

Kenny- pheonix/human hybrid

Eric- siren

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Kyle:

Kyle can retract his wings, and (instead of normal fire because I'm extra) he breathes a high contrast of toxic gas which he can ignite by clicking his tongue against the top of his mouth. He can see pretty well in the dark, similar to a cat. He HATES water; it makes his scales itch BAD... and Cartman's a siren. Ironic huh? (I have no reason for him to be a dragon, except his major anger issues.)

Stan:

Stan has a huge amount of strength, and can lift up to 20kg with one arm. He maxes out at being able to lift 40kg. I chose him to be a cow minotaur to reference that one baby cow episode, and also because I find it extremely funny. Sometimes headbutts people either to be friendly, or to hurt them. (He's rlly just a simple half cow that's it) Also he has horns. Don't ask. Just deal w it.

Eric:

Eric is a siren because of his manipulative behaviour, and he sometimes uses his siren powers to take control of people and use them like little puppets. He can breathe underwater, and emit HIGH ASF frequencies (he sometimes uses this ability just to purely annoy Kyle by screeching at him.) Has fins on his back and arms but they only come out when he gets fully submerged in water. (This is a bit random but instead of saying he's big boned, he says he's big finned. Just a silly lil detail 😈🤞)

Kenny:

Kenny is a pheonix hybrid, meaning in my AU, people are aware when Kenny dies, but due to phoenix's rebirthing, he always respawns as usual. His death normally gets followed by a giant flame, where he gets turned into ashes. And a few minutes later he crawls right back out of the ashes! YAY REBIRTH!!- or just.. re life..? IDK!! Other than that, Kenny doesn't have any pheonix-like details about him, except for having flame-like hair, and a few orange feathers lightly coating his arms.

(Still unfinished and adding details, I'll reblog if I have any updates, FEEL FREE TO ASK ANY QUESTIONS)

[6okuto]

QKHDEKRBWBDJDH Im too shy to go off anon but just know that im ur secret admirer ahshdjshdjejd also sending u anon love is fun hehe 💓💓😚😚

im glad to hear that ur eyes r getting better! Hope ull be able to get the rest u need and deserve after ur sem is over <333 im doing great myself !!seeing ur reply to my ask just made my week 💗💗💗💗💗 i hope u too r eating well and staying hydrated and most importantly get enough sleep 😭😭😭😭 i hope ur day continues to be filled with happy things love u !!!💕💕💕💕💕

U dont know what kind of beast uve unleashed when u said u wanted to know more abt my ocs ong...Osjxiejdieje pls dont mind my rambling im so shameless byeee 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ also these infos might be weird its just based off my own understanding of stuff and not accurate to common knowledge so ⚰⚰

The alchemist- she's a bit on the gloomy side and honestly just tired of life 😭😭 i went with this origin first so her personality is like pretty much based off the game mc we play as, just a tad bit more passive 🚶‍♀️will melt down and turn into mush at the slightest bit of affection so i paired her with leander, and since shes gone through a lot i thought, she deserves some treat <3 and throw in mhin into the equation too hehe another random fact abt her is that she loves plain water... a LOT. Since shes a mage apprentice, i imagine that she probably learn a lot of magic stuff after meeting leander, mostly to get stronger and for self defense

The hound- she got massive trust issues (being betrayed by her friend in the thief syndicate and all) so shes extremely wary of the LIs, like if u think the in game mc is wary of the ppl in eridia, she's like 10x worse. Honestly lowkey like mhin 2.0 except a lil bit snappier 😭 i pair her with kuras and their relationship is kinda like him trying to get a stray cat with human issues to warm up to him 😭😭 doesnt get along with any of the LIs at all and always keep an arm's length around them, but she only lets kuras into her life (and fun fact he loves feeding her) surprisingly tolerates mhin too, and learns a lot abt how to use weapons from them, and since she was in a thief syndicate i imagine her agility lvl is v high (and dont tell this to my unnamed mc but my alchemist and hound mc is my favourite children...)

The unnamed- shes raised like a royalty all her life, since being an oracle means that everyone borderline worship her, but being raised at a temple also means theres many restrictions and shes honestly lowkey sick of being treated like it, though she keeps the perfect facade up, all smiles and all. Shes kind of a lil shit since after running away from the temple, she finds it hard to keep her nice facade up but still tries too hard to keep em (this results in her going 😄😄 but when she suddenly snaps she was like- omg i accidentally let my true colours out- and went back to being nice and all smiles as if her previous outburst didnt just happen- yes shes two faced) i pair her with ais and vere (aka the lil shits 😭) honestly their relationships r just ais and vere trying to make her snap and drop her nice facade its kind of hilarious

Andd yeahhs thats abt it abt them !! Sorry this got much longer than it shouldve been 😔😔 but thank u for being curious abt my silly goofies 🥺🥺 my personal fave is mhin!! And after finish talking to ais and kuras i...im lowkey interested in them disjdjejdjejdj theyre so fun??¿¿ 😭😭 leander is high up in my list too but i mostly see him as a big bro figure bc of his friendliness 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️

ANYWAYS I LOVE U SM OKAY RMMBR THAT NIA SENDING U LOTS OF VIRTUAL HUGS THHANK U FOR BRIGHTENING UP MY DAY 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

its fine i know who u are. im lying. im not. i have a hypothesis i wont say bc well thatd be awkward if i was wrong wouldnt it. STAY PERF! SENDING U ..NOT ANON LOVE...wtf is the opposite of anonymous. KNOWN! IDENTIFIED! jesus. i need to go back to sleep i think i slept for like 3 hours my body hates me or sometign....THANK YOU!!!! i will continue 2 look 4 happy things 2day. reacted under cut 2 save space :heart:

HELLO ALCHEMIST MC!!! the plain water imcirny?@%? that's real actually stay hydrated OMGG learning magic after meeting is saur smart... is she ending up w leander... WHAT IS MHIN DOING. stay so strong

HOUND MC AND KURAS that's so real. handling 2 mhins...u can do it bro... LOVES FEEDING HER 🙁 i cannot wait 2 hear abt how she lets her walls down i think the hound option is just soo good for that and kuras is an interesting choice 4 it.. + w mhin's own...defensiveness and such....yeah . stuff is going to happen here

WOWW. UNNAMED FACADE OF HAPPINESS...love the trope I LOOVEEE WHEN CHARAS DO THAT i giggle a little like omg AIS AND VERE. jesus. wow. oh wow. there is so much u can do there. oh that sounds like itll be so fun to develop

DO NAWTT APOLOGIZE i like 2 hear abt everyones ocs bc i dont make them LOL i am sure mhin would love u. i think they need the same amnt of support + self care reminders u give me like TAKE CARE OF URSELF...LET PEOPLE TAKE CARE OF U... i hope something so awesome happens for u today :heart:

[stupidgtblog]

I've been gone for so long because I quite literally reinvented myself BUTTTT lets do this silly goofy questionare. I'm doing BOTH Sylvia and Mira bc I can.

Easy. "Love is..." for Mira and "Vanilla Caramel Fudge" for Sylvia. I owe ZERO (no) explanation but I will explain. Love Is due to its sweet but a bit salty flavor and its cute heart candies and pink topper. Vanilla Caramel Fudge due to its 3 component thing going on similar to Sylvia's whole bronze silver gold thing going on and also due to its simple classiness. Why would you need anything more? Also bc its my favorite flavor.

miramiramiramiramiramira and spidersontour. I do not know why, I just know this to be true.

Playtime and Sencha.

Stargaze for Mira, js plain old default Radar for Sylvia.

No.

Yeah.

Mira is really scared of basically any and every animal, except for maybe cats (from afar.) and Sylvia literally couldn't possibly care for something that small.

Pollyanna and Jade-Colored Glasses.

I literally cant find any that fit them.

The Asshole Bird. TWICE.

Mira: the first long-period pulsating variable star to be discovered, with a period averaging 331 days. It is a red giant and a component of a binary star in the constellation Cetus. SHES A STARR!!! Sylvia corrected to Sylvan, which means a person that lives in the woods, or deity of the woods! (I DID NOTTT DO THAT ON PURPOSE)

I got a lil carried away bc i found a picrew for black people (FINALLY.) these r the most accurate picrews ive ever made. for the outfits i tried a cute little outfit swap or wtv there was no way i wasnt making these hairstyles 100% ACCURATE

SUCH A DILECTABLE PICREWW OMLLL

anyway

13. Christmas Star and Big Red Car. (idk WHY she is big red car, but she is big red car.)

14. For Mira, thinker, nature, chemistry (for potion brewing and all that), whisper, and swear are good :)

For Sylvia, incident (for many reasons), lodge, recovery, morale, fuel and i guess center.

15. 2 for Mira. I assure you she is not 2. 50 for Val. SHES NOT 50. (theyre 21 and 19 respectively.)

Ok thats it thanks :3

Potentially The Worst Character Questionnaire You’ll Ever Do:

AKA “character questionnaire that makes you click a lot of links in order to answer ridiculous and pointless questions”

What Ben and Jerry’s ice cream flavor do they most resemble and why?

If they were on tumblr, what would their url be?

Which Apple ringtone would they use? (assuming custom wasn’t an option) 

Which of those tones would they use as an alarm to wake up to?

Do they have a seahorse as a pet or sidekick? If yes, skip to question 8.

If no: would you consider giving them one? If yes, skip to question 8.

If no: …why? What if I told you it was super cool? Would you change your mind? Explain your answer.

Find and name at least one trope from tvtropes.org that fits your character (or the plot surrounding them.)

Pick any phrase or word appearing in “We Didn’t Start the Fire” to describe them.

Answer this Buzzfeed Quiz as your character. Share your result.

Try searching their first name in the searchbar on thesaurus.com. What word does it autocorrect to? (“did you mean ___”)  OR, if their name yields results, what is the first synonym that comes up?

Create them using any picrew maker EXCEPT drastically change their hairstyle and put them in an outfit they’d never wear. (Don’t be shy, attach the resulting image and let us see it!)

Based on the title alone, pick one song that describes them or their life. But one catch! The song has to be by The Wiggles.  [tw: g slur]

Click on this random word generator. Which of the 6 resulting words most relates to your character? (Explanation optional.)

Complicated final question time! Type every letter of your character’s first and last name, individually, into this list randomizer and press “randomize.” Note the letter that shows up at the top. Where from 1-26 does that letter fall in the alphabet? (A being 1, B being 2, and so on.) now take THAT number, and multiply it by two. What number did you end up with? Is your character older or younger than that?

[ao3feed-jaydick]

Little Dickie and the Big Bad Omegas

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55315906 by no1_tballplayer “Deathstroke’s an omega?!?” Jason said disbelief in his tone, Dick frowned. “Yes? Is that any more surprising than the Red Hood with his duffel bag being an omega?” “Oh get off it Dickhead, you talking to the big mean omega here,” Jason said, “Wait a minute, how do you know Slade’s dynamic,” Oh shit. “Well um-,” “And how the hell would you know what Deathstroke is like in bed anyway-, unless,” Jason’s grin turned sharp. “You’ve slept with him,” Dick flushed a dark red rather than the pink the alcohol had given him. “Look, that’s not important, the point is, he can help you with your dominant omega problems, I doubt he’s ever been submissive in his whole damn life,” Dick pouted, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “So then you know all about my problems too huh?” Jason said, looking like a cat with a mouse. Words: 5708, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Slade Wilson Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Jason Todd/Slade Wilson Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal, Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Face-Sitting, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Pseudo-Incest, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Threesome - M/M/M, Intersex, Intersex Omegas, Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Dick Grayson, Omega Slade Wilson, Omega Verse, Dom/sub, Dominant Slade Wilson, Knotting, Dominant Jason Todd, Submissive Dick Grayson, Bondage, Blindfolds, Gags, Mildly Dubious Consent, Teaching, What if Dick was an Alpha and still got his ass fucked, Humor, Attempt at Humor, i think its funny, its been so long since I've wrote porn I was gettin a lil silly with it, Verbal Humiliation, Name-Calling, Degradation, Alcohol, Drunken Confessions, Sexual Frustration, Kink Discovery, Kink Exploration, Inspired by Fanfiction read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55315906

[serena-hart-09]

ok see Mammon having named a crow after mc when they leave after season 1. Cue Mammon being embarrassed and having to explain to mc why this crow has the same name as them when they walk in him.

A/N: A lot smaller than I expected... but still I hope you like this anon! (damn I am getting a lot of Mammon fluff reqs, I'm not complaining tho-) Plus, this was very cute request! Thank you for requesting!

Also any corrections or suggestions are highly appreciated! 💖💖

As always, have a great day ahead!

TW: None. ; Fluff.

Extra: GN!MC ; Second-Person POV ; Unreliable Narration.

Mammon x GN!MC

Missed you so.....

Finally, you were back to your lovable and dorky demons.

It felt like it had been too long, even if it wasn’t truly like that…

It's just that these demons and everyone else had become a part of your heart that can’t be replaced…….

And it seemed that even they shared the same sentiment.

You were smothered by bear hugs the minute you made your entry, as they told you how they missed you. (some of them cried too-) (Mammon denies all claims of this-)

It felt like coming home.

Warm and soft.

It felt as if everything was in place, as it should be, perfect.

….

So then why was your name being frantically called by the Avatar of Greed in the long hallways of your abode?

“Mammon?” you call him peeking your head to see the commotion, worried for the demon.

“Tch. Where in the- where did it go?!” the demon searches frantically for something…..

You approach him quietly, “Where did what go?”

“DAH!”

“Mams?”

“I- uh- uh- NOTHIN’ BYE”

Ok.

‘So something is up’ you think as you can still hear Mammon screaming your name.

You sigh and go back to your room, exhausted.

Just as you enter your room, a loud cawing noise greets you.

“Huh?”

You look up to see a crow sitting on your room’s window looking at you as if to say something….?

…

“…”

“….” “…..”

“…..”

“……….”

“Uhhhh….”

You both look at each other waiting for someone to say something or… do something…

However, even before you could do anything, Mammon enters the room-

“Ah, there ya are MC!”

“Oh, Mammon. But.. I was always here…..?”

“….”

“….”

“…..?”

“Uhh- Well- you see, human- Ack!”

Suddenly, the crow from before had taken its seat on Mammon’s right shoulder.

“Tch, MC!”

Looking at the scene in front of you, the gears in your head started to turn……

Mammon always calls you, “human” and not “MC”…..

Not to mention he is looking at the bird…..

….

Then a light bulb went off in your head and you looked at Mammon, who was waiting and looking at you in horror as he sees a mischievous cat-like smile appear on your face.

“Mams.” You start, “Could it be that the crow is named MC?”

“……y-yeah and….?”

Shaking your head fondly at the cute blushing demon in front of you, you attack him with a big warm hug with a silly smile.

“You missed me that much?”

“HUH? W-who did? I didn’t! Ya got it wrong anyway, I mean, I’m sure ya missed me!”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Huh? Really?! I mean, of course, ya did! It’s me the Great Mammon after all!”

“Of course I would you are my cute lil’ tsundere after all.”

“Yeah!”

……..

….

“Wait, what the hell did ya just call me?!”

End Notes: I hope you like this! 😊

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