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[goldenjuniper]

Saw your art on the DCA server and KNEW I had to follow you :3

Love your amazing art and continue being you! Alright see ya-

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this is so SWEET rahhhrhharrra i m so glad to hear you like my art!!!!!! :3333 i am no-you ing that statement SO HARD BTW i love ur artstyle…………….!!!!!!!

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[indignantlemur]

hello, I was wondering what your head cannon was on the ahm tal? Also may I ask what your head cannon was, if I didn't already, about the andorians in the andorian incident?

Thank you.

Hello again! <3

We'll start with the Am Tal, I think. This is another long one, so details below the cut.

PART 1: The Am Tal

The Am Tal (or Ahm Tal) is effectively the Andorian secret service - their equivalent to the Romulan Tal Shiar, the Vulcan V'Shar, and Earth's Section 31. Canon lore on them is sparse, naturally, but what is there tells us this:

The organization was founded in 1935 on the Andorian colony world of Cimera III. After the founding of the United Federation of Planets, the Am Tal often collaborated with Starfleet Intelligence and the Federation Intelligence Service, both officially and behind-the-scenes, but at all times the Am Tal operated independently of both. Am Tal agents working black-ops would sometimes pass on information to those more visible agencies as "anonymous sources." The Am Tal did not confine their activities to Andorian territory, contrary to what Federation Intelligence Services/Starfleet Intelligence once believed. They performed whatever operations were deemed essential to the welfare of Andoria and her people throughout the Alpha and Beta Quadrants, up to and including black-ops and wet work. They were regarded as brutally efficient, ruthlessly determined, and they were feared almost as much as the Tal Shiar. A "boogeyman" among the intelligence services, foreign spies, double agents, terrorists and others they deemed as threats would simply "disappear" when the Ahm Tal were around. Andorian citizens often attribute such incidents to the Ahm Tal, and they are often right. [sources: Alpha and Beta canon; LUG: The Andorians: Among the Clans, All Our Yesterdays: The Time Travel Sourcebook; Decipher: Aliens]

We also have an excerpt of a fantastic speech from LUG: The Andorians: Among the Clans from a politician regarding the Am Tal. As I harvest canon lore from multiple resources and try to make the jumbled mess make sense, I don't strictly adhere to ATC's lore, but I've always loved this detail:

"I think it tragic that we deny the existence of the Am Tal simply because the Federation doesn't understand what the Am Tal is. They are the most valorous heroes of our age. They die, silently, by the hundreds, saving our lives, protecting our freedom, defending our honor. They mutilate themselves for us. They focus their passion toward noble results. We should honor them. We are not obligated to explain them. Their real names must never be known." - Oshuvas Idrani, public address, Tarsk, 2268 They are noted scientists. They are wealthy merchants. They are adventurous pirates. They are Starfleet officers. Am Tal operatives are everywhere, the "seekers of secrets" and the sworn protectors of Andorian interests. The [Andorian government] denies their existence, despite the fact that 100 members are Am Tal and that the other 200 not only believe in them but want them shut down. [source: LUG: The Andorians: Among the Clans "Am Tal: The Art of Secrecy"]

Starfleet Intelligence does not manage to confirm the existence of the Am Tal beyond rumour and hearsay until the late 24th century - TNG era, that is.

To help put all of this in context, in Emigre the current year as of the most recent chapter (Ch 47) is 2174.

From this we can conclude a few things.

The Am Tal are very good at what they do. Despite the fact that the average Andorian citizen is well aware of the Am Tal as an entity protecting Andoria's interests, Starfleet Intelligence (and the Federation Intelligence Services branches) can't pin them down for at least another hundred years. That is some impressive operational security from the Am Tal's side of things.

Am Tal operatives are perfectly willing to undergo radical surgeries, including removal of their antennae, for deep cover operations - regardless of whether or not these procedures are reversible. They cultivate a ruthlessness and cold efficiency in their operatives that, frankly, sounds a hell of a lot cooler than Section 31 ever did.

Am Tal are spread throughout the quadrant and have an extensive spy network. They sometimes leave 'anonymous tips' for Federation Intelligence Services (FIS) and Starfleet Intelligence (SI) when they catch wind of something outside of their purview that the Federation might want to look into. No word on whether that courtesy extends to the Vulcans at the time of Emigre, however.

Anyone could be Am Tal. They're not all super soldiers or secret agents slinking about in highly visible uniforms, and their propensity for radical cosmetic alterations means that they slip under the radar with shocking ease. In short, literally anyone anywhere could be an Am Tal informant or operative, and there really isn't a good way to tell for sure.

From there my headcanons are as follows:

The Am Tal are a vast and far-reaching network of spies, informants, assassins, deep cover operatives, and citizens from all walks of life. They recruit anyone, regardless of Clan or status, who can meet their stringent requirements for loyalty, ruthlessness, and competence, and who are willing to make the sacrifices necessary to serve Andoria.

There are many different kinds of Am Tal operatives as well, and a broad array of skills are required to serve Andoria and her people. Not every operative is a fierce warrior or possesses genius-level intellect, though the organization will certainly go out of its way to recruit such individuals if it can. Their ranks include merchants, scientists, engineers, freighter captains, shipyard workers, domestic service employees, clerks, media specialists, and more.

The Am Tal do not as an organization shy away from black-ops and wet work when it's needed, but it is not their first choice for dealing with problems. Their biggest priority is actually information-gathering, collation, analysis, and dissemination. A wealth of knowledge - particularly knowledge no one else wants one to have - wins wars as surely as a knife in the dark can topple nations. Moreover, dead men tell no tales and while death is certainly an option, Am Tal would much rather extract every ounce of information possible first before considering more final alternatives. They're not always picky about how they go about this, but finesse over brute force is the Am Tal's preferred modus operandi.

Part of the reason behind Am Tal's success is their operatives' willingness to do whatever it takes to preserve their covers. If they even suspect they're at risk of discovery, they disappear - and with their propensity for surgical alterations, quite effectively at that. Faking their own deaths is common, especially to estrange themselves from relatives who might pose problems in the future. In extreme circumstances, compromised operatives will self-terminate in such a way that their bodies and identifiers are destroyed as completely and thoroughly as possible. This is meant as a last resort only, and officials within the Am Tal are careful to neither condone nor discourage the act.

During the Earth-Romulan War (2156-2160), the Am Tal had limited success in gleaning information about Romulans, which was more than anyone else in the Federation had managed - but even so, it was hardly anything at all. Their file on Romulans and the Romulan spy network is threadbare at best in the current year, but it's all the Federation has to work with beyond the Enterprise incident reports.

The file, such as it was, was left anonymously on the Section Chief of Starfleet Intelligence's desk early one morning. Upon the isochip's discovery, the security footage or digital logs for the entire building were pulled, but upon review there was simply nothing there that shouldn't have been. Everyone involved agreed that the footage and records must have been tampered with, but no one could figure out how.

There are a number of Clans on Andoria (and its colonies) which have some association or another with the Am Tal, but not one of them have a provable tie to the shadowy organization. Rumour and hearsay at best are all that countless investigations have turned up. That doesn't stop the general population from making a few assumptions, however - better safe than dead is a rule to live by, on Andoria. Clans that have garnered such a reputation are generally treated with caution, since one never quite knows *who* exactly they are speaking to once Am Tal factor into the equation, but so long as the Clan's members are law-abiding citizens that's as far as it goes.

PART 2: The Andorian Incident!

The Andorians in the Andorian Incident are Commander Thy'lek Shran, Thon, Keval, and Tholos. As far as I know, we're never given the ranks of the other three, but I suspect Tholos was possibly a lieutenant.

Generally speaking, I have a few headcanons about these four, but I haven't really sat down and fleshed them out properly.

Shran is the most well-fleshed out character, having gotten the most screen time of the bunch. Where he's concerned, I mostly have headcanons about his departure from the Andorian Imperial Guard and subsequent poor lifestyle choices from a man who previously had been shown to be a competent and reasonable commander and negotiator. Something about that doesn't quite track, for me. It's generally agreed that he left the Guard out of guilt and shame for the fate of the Kumari, though I don't believe anyone else blamed him necessarily. The Marauder was a nasty piece of work, specifically designed to be a ship-killer, and it wasn't anything that anyone else in the quadrant had run up against before. It would have taken a miracle to save the Kumari once Shran's ship was the last one standing after the initial ambush. Certainly, there would be repercussions for the loss of the Andorian ambassador and the rest of the complement, but I don't think those repercussions would have been Shran's to bear, at least not entirely. He not only survived but saved as many of his crew as he could - and, more importantly, he lived long enough to negotiate a treaty in the ambassador's stead and be debriefed, despite his recklessness in his grief and the diplomatic shit-show that was the ushaan duel. The man has insane luck in the worst way - he has a weird tendency to be in the right place at the the right time, usually while he's also up to his antennae in problems and active firefights.

Tholos seems to be Shran's second in command, and he seems very comfortable following Shran into potentially volatile situations, from P'Jem to Corridan. That alone makes me think the two have known each other for years, or at least served together long enough to build up trust in the other's instincts. I headcanon Tholos as Shran's chief of security on the Kumari. Now, Tholos gets a bad reputation for creeping on T'Pol during The Andorian Incident which... fair. I personally think that the threats were empty, because something about Tholos' tone and word choice makes me think he's actually repulsed by Vulcans. His antennae, certainly, were not indicating any kind of fixation or arousal beyond sharp attention, which lends some credence to the idea that he was trying to provoke T'Pol, the other Vulcans, or the Enterprise landing party into giving something away. Since that didn't produce any of the desired results, he didn't bother with a second attempt, which a genuine creeper almost certainly would have. Remember that the Andorian squad was searching for evidence of a listening post, and as usual the monks were less than helpful. Provoking a response at this point - any response- would have been at least some kind of progress, since the Andorians had very clearly run out of momentum just as the Enterprise landing party arrived. Don't get me wrong - still creepy as fuck, but the possibility of tactical creeping makes me think that Tholos is the sort to actively look for weaknesses to exploit, maybe even habitually. He very well could be the sort who turns this on his own friends at times, with keen observations and cutting words that have become almost second-nature. In short, Tholos is an asshole but he's not that kind of asshole.

Keval, by comparison, we only see operating scanners and helping to search the monastery, which makes me think he might be a tech specialist or possibly an engineer. He doesn't get much in the way of screen time but even so Keval doesn't appear to be impulsive and we don't see any indication of a cruel streak like we do with Tholos. I headcanon Keval as a more measured sort of man, more likely to step back to assess rather than leap forward and react. He might be on the quieter side, as Andorians go, of a thoughtful disposition otherwise. When he's not searching Vulcan monasteries for secret lairs, I imagine he's the sort to enjoy tinkering with the systems under his care to improve their yield and efficiency when he has time.

Thon is the one we know the least about canonically, as he has no dialogue and is kind of just... there. He participates in the firefight, follows orders, and generally exists in the background. I'd say probably part of the Kumari's security complement under Tholos' command. I like to imagine Thon as an easy-going sort of guy, when he's not on a mission to suss out super secret Vulcan spy lairs, though he's by no means a pushover - the sort to enjoy wilderness hikes and hitting local dive bars.

[deepspacedukat]

Diplomatic Exchange

I know I’m a little late on this one, but better late than never! Enjoy!

Day 18: Come Slut

SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Thy’lek Shran (ST:ENT) x Reader, Keval (ST:ENT) x Reader, Tholos (ST:ENT) x Reader, Thon (ST:ENT) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Andorian sex, four blue bois + one Human, mentions of alien biology, oral sex (male receiving), mentions of oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, anal sex, dirty talk, kissing, handjobs, copious amounts of bodily fluids, they’re stealing us but in a legal(ish) way.

~*~

“You’re sure that you’re comfortable with this?” Captain Archer had asked as we stepped out of the turbolift on our way to the docking airlock. “Given how little we know about their species, I’m sure nobody would blame you if you were a little uneasy about being alone on an Andorian ship.”

“Isn’t that rather the point of this venture, sir? To learn more about each other?” I asked as we rounded a corner. “Besides, you and I both trust Commander Shran. He won’t let anything happen to me. You saw how he reacted when he thought he owed you a favor. He’d never be able to live with himself if he allowed something to happen to a guest on his own ship.”

“You’re probably right, but just in case, we’re only a comm away, okay?” He placed what was probably supposed to be a comforting hand on my shoulder, but I smirked up at him.

“I appreciate that, Captain, I really do, but I highly doubt I’ll need an evac.”

That assertion nearly two months prior had ultimately proven to be correct. My hosts aboard the Kumari were welcoming, for the most part, and those who weren’t generally kept their opinions to themselves once they saw how determined their Commanding Officer was to have this be a positive experience for both his species and mine.

There were times when I felt like I’d bitten off a little more than I could chew - usually when there was a question about my own culture that I couldn’t answer definitively - but I noticed an almost equal amount of reciprocal puzzlement from Thy’lek in response to some of my own questions.

One area in which we had absolutely no problem understanding one another, or even ourselves, was the art of pleasure. It had only taken a week and a half for the subject to be brought up in conversation, and since then, I’d never once found my bed empty.

Thy’lek made sure that he and the three other officers I was personally familiar with were reunited as soon as I came aboard the ship, and soon after, we found ourselves a tangle of limbs in bed. Some nights, the Commander and I were on our own, but most often two or three of the boys managed to sync up their off-duty hours.

Very rarely there were nights like tonight - nights where all four of them would band together to educate their resident ‘pink skin’ on Andorian mating practices. With so many blue hands grasping at me and helping me into different positions, these nights always left me gasping and covered in the liquid evidence of their interest.

The night that the atmosphere of our questions changed from reserved curiosity to definitive personal interest was a memorable one. Shran had invited me to his private mess for dinner with himself and the other three whom I’d met back at P’Jem: Tholos, Keval, and Thon. Over the course of the evening, we’d consumed probably more Andorian ale than we should have, so by the time we’d finished eating, we’d moved on to some of the more risque topics of our shared curiosity.

At that point, we’d all overcome any embarrassment we might have initially felt about needing to ask so many questions, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise when one of the more flirtatious officers finally asked what was on his mind.

“I’ve heard that Human mating rituals are quite different from our own,” Tholos had murmured as a sly smile stretched his lips. He allowed his eyes to skim a little lower than they had earlier in the night. “Could you tell us a bit about how your people...mingle?”

“As curious as we all are about such colorful topics, if you’re not comfortable discussing something so intimate, I assure you, you’re under no obligation to answer,” Thy’lek stated placing his hand lightly over mine where it rested atop the table. When my eyes met his, though, I found my answer tumbling out with barely a thought.

“I’ll be happy to answer any questions you boys might have, on one condition,” I said, and Thy’lek raised an eyebrow curiously. His antennae twitched as I turned my hand over beneath his so that I could hold it. “If I tell you about Human sexuality, I want to learn about the Andorian equivalent in return.”

“We’d be happy to reciprocate.” Keval sounded even more eager than Tholos had. “We could even demonstrate if you like.”

“Oh, really?” I could practically feel the mischief glinting in my eyes as I turned to look at one of the shier members of the group. Keval, I’d learned, was as brave as Thy’lek, but perhaps a little quicker to jump to conclusions than his C.O. He was quite sweet, though.

“Of course. Nothing is too good for our guest.” The hunger in the Commander’s voice sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

I’d learned a lot that night - and every night since - thanks to that quartet of officers. My - was ‘friends’ the right word for a group of four Andorians who fucked me within an inch of my life practically every night for a month and a half? Surely not.

In any case, my guides to Andorian culture had given me a crash course in Andorian biology. With four biological sexes and four different types of genitalia to keep straight in my mind, the differences between their species and mine were intriguing. The two roughly-male presenting sexes were the only ones involved in our little orgies, though.

“I’ll never get used to how wet you get for us,” Tholos moaned as he pushed his length deeper inside my slit. I’d noticed that the better his day was, the more talkative he’d be during sex. Whimpering as I wrapped my arms around his neck from my place astride his lap, I felt the bed dip behind me.

“Looks like you’ll have to,” Keval crooned skimming his lips down my shoulder as his hands grabbed at my waist. His lubed cock prodded carefully until he was able to press himself into my rear entrance. “She’ll be here for quite some time.”

From beside the bed, another set of blue fingers grasped my jaw lightly and turned my head.

“You’re ours now, aren’t you?” Thon asked with a flirty little wink, guiding my hand to the leaking head of his cock.

Earlier today I’d gotten a communication from Enterprise. The five of us had been in the middle of discussing what we wanted to do for the evening when the Bridge had alerted Commander Shran to the incoming transmission.

“It seems like your assignment is going better than anyone could’ve dreamed,” Captain Archer said with a reluctant smile.

“What do you mean, sir?”

“Well, apparently, Commander Shran has conveyed how instrumental you’ve been to developing peaceful relations between Andoria and Earth. He’s requested that your assignment to the Kumari be extended.” Archer didn’t sound too enthused about the thought of me staying here, but I couldn’t stop the smile that split my lips. “Starfleet is ready to approve that extension, but...they want my recommendation on the situation, first. Before I answer them, I wanted to talk to you.”

“I understand, sir. How long would the assignment last?” I asked glancing behind the comm monitor on Thy’lek’s desk at the group of four hopeful faces.

“...There was no firm end date. It could even become permanent.” All four sets of antennae behind the desk shot straight up, and I had to dig my fingernails into my palm to keep myself from falling apart in a fit of giggles. “Are you...? Would you be comfortable with that?”

Nodding my head, I tried to seem a little less than insanely-enthusiastic.

“Yes, sir. There’s still so much to learn, and Commander Shran and his crew have been so accommodating. I would welcome an extension, Captain.”

“Alright. Since you’re sure, I’ll send a message to Starfleet roughly this time tomorrow. If you change your mind–”

“I won’t, sir,” I answered with a smile, and the four wide grins that had crossed the mouths of my lovers told me that I was in for one hell of a night.

The whole night had been one big celebration with all four officers switching positions multiple times until one by one they drew orgasms from me and filled me with their own pleasure.

Tonight, Thy’lek had taken advantage of our positions, bending me slightly to the side so that I could suck him into my mouth.

“Are all Humans this desperate for their partners’ come? Or are you the only one who begs to drink it, wear it, and be filled with it?” He asked running his fingers through my hair as I bobbed my head on his length. The cooling seed dripping off my tits and from between my legs was answer enough for all of us. “Looks like we have the best of your people right here. The most beautiful Human come slut...and she’s already our mate.”

Hums of appreciation emanated from the other three as one of them lifted my hips far enough for one of them to balance me over their mouth. Clearly, we still had a long way to go. This night was far from over.

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[sunyandmony]

It was his turn to be out, he knew so when the lights flickered and shut off, he closed his eyes slowly and backed off from control, handing the 'wheel' to his counterpart, Moon, who adjusted their hat and Sunny was immediately shut back in the deep darkness of their mind scape, unable to see anything, nor hear what could be going on, Moon having blocked him out most likely again...

Just how long will he be mad? It wasn't his fault, Sun didn't do it, Moon didn't believe it, now he keeps blocking poor Sunny out, ignoring him completely and being unreasonable with the whole time, and Sun has had just about enough of it, because if this kept going, they'd be shut down faster then they could think, and wouldn't be able to do anything, the stupid 'safety measures' on their leg reminding them they're still just property of Fazbear CO. to use at their own pleasure.

It was honestly worse then hell, and they don't even know what hell is, all they knew is that nobody would be able to help them as you tried to, but failed, so miserably did, and it hurt them that they couldn't do anything to stop them, stop those bastards from taking you away, they wonder if you'll ever come back, but doubt you will, so they just keep on going day in and day out, like they always do.

Would this end one day?... Could it?.... It probably never would... They had once trusted someone, but regretted it regardless if they were careful or not, it wouldn't let go, it won't let go of them. Never.

Sun felt exhausted at his own thoughts, and he wasn't even in control, just sitting in the darkness that was considered, again, the mind scape he shared with Moon, he hated how Fazbear could abide and slip past any laws with their.. Stupid contracts and money... He wants to just, get out of here, find you, as you're the only hope they have, and you'll take them in surely!... You promised you would...

You promised you'd never leave them... You broke the promise, it's been years since Sun nor Moon saw you, and it was just... Awful... It was eating at Sun's head slowly, the thoughts alone making him want to just, sink in the ground right there and then, but it wouldn't be much longer until you come back... Right?..

You had to come back... You promised... You promised, you promised! Promised to... Never... Leave... This is why Moon warned him, isn't it?... He warned Sun not to get attached a few years ago... He didn't listen and got so close to you until you got into trouble and never came back...

All his fault... It's ALL his fault.... He got attached to you and this is where it led, despite all his hopes this is where it ended up... Same as always... Moon was right.. Moon is always right...

[ayippeei]

Hey gng I’m still alive

Have Nova

[tiny-pteranodon]

blocked his sixth number today ☺️

[wagairah-wagairah]

Natak dikhane malhaar tum saare jag ko rok dete ho

[the-sea-speaks]

thinking about my recent wips like I swear I write more than just smut, I promise. there's soft in it to! and these [a few pages fall out] have actual plot! I promise it's not all smut

[ramayantika]

Bhai par sach kahun tumblr insta se thode din durr rehke ekdam maja aagya clarity mil gayi ki sab moh maya hai nafrat sab karte rehte hai koyi acha bura nahi hai mein tumse agree nahi karti tum meko gaali doge vice versa toh bas bhai tum apna khao piyo sapne pura karo khud pe focus karo parivar maa baap dost bhai bandhu se pyaar karo aur actually aisa kaam karo ki jisse khushi mile aur tumhe budhape mein marrte vakt regret na rahe bas yeh hai ache se rahe bhagwan pe agar manyata hai toh unki puja karo bhakti mein leen rehke karm karo aur agar nahi maante toh apne karm karo jo karna hai phir ek din marr jaoge toh aise marro ki kuch jeevan jine layak vali mrityu hai baki kuch nahi rakha hai

[go-bac]

Look at this! We are nearly done putting the wood into this section!

[indignantlemur]

I absolutely am legally required to ask you this for the new fmk:

The talking 3 members of the Andorian commando squad: Shran, Keval, and Tholos.

-Horta-in-Charge

Of course! Shran, Keval, and Tholos, huh? Let's see.

Slow Burn: I feel like this would have to be Keval. We see him for less than a minute and he's all business - very professional, very typically arrogant, and while rocking a red leather uniform not very approachable at first. I could see things warming up over a joint mission or six. Or, you know, 37 chapters like someone else we both know. 😉

Fake-Date: Shran, because he's familiar enough with Humans that I think he'd manage to play along well and genuinely like the person he's fake dating after a while. He's got a sense of humor, which would make him quite likeable in turn, and he certainly hasn't been afraid to take risks to further Terran-Andorian relations in the past. If fake-dating is what's required for The Cause, then so be it. Of course things would progress from there quite naturally.

Enemies to Lovers: Tholos. Harassing my girl T'Pol during a hostage situation was really not the best foot to start on, my dude. That was creepy and totally unnecessary, and it's going to be held against him for a good long while. I can't imagine that would be greeted with anything but snark and disdain on his end, which would cement a low-grade enemies relationship quite well. Still, eventually I could see things wearing down on both sides with frequent contact to a mutual understanding of sorts, and from there a whole new world of possibilities could open up. Throw in danger, a few classic tropes like forced proximity and the old standby of stranded together, and I could see things progressing quite nicely to the lovers stage no problem.

[deepspacedukat]

So I’ve been rewatching (and by that I mean obsessively repeating the Andorian sections) of The Andorian Incident. And I notice something new! On a clip I have seen probably 500+ times because it’s also on YouTube!

When T’Pol is making her call over the comms at the end in the cave, Keval gets this little smile on his face and his eyes flick from her, to Shran, then back to her. And he’s so cute about it. I can’t tell if it’s a I can’t believe this is happening look or I can’t believe this is happening (flirty little muffin). Honestly I think he’s checking to make sure Shran hasn’t clocked him ✨staring✨

-Horta-in-Charge

Lol, honestly I do the same thing. Obsessing over Rewatching "The Andorian Incident" is a very common occurrence for me. WAIT. KEVAL SMILES? HOLD ON ONE HECKIN' MINUTE.

*frantically sprints to Youtube*

OH MY GOD?? HE DOES. SIR. KEVAL, WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO BE THAT ADORABLE?? I can't tell what sort of look it's supposed to be either, but omg that's adorable. How have I never noticed that before??

[sunyandmony]

Is for u

Y/N likes them! Would've more if chaos wasn't happening in the background....

Scarlet!Y/N and OC/Kayla: yours truly

Original and Wolf!Cato - @artistkeval

Vampire!Lunar- @wowiexist0

[sunyandmony]

Cato, BM twins, Ruin Eclipse and Lord Eclipse👁👁

name your baby boy gargoyle. do it for me. and if its a girl... hmmm... name her gargoyle

[bac-connex]

Thank you Gannett Fleming Boston

[tenaciousbananabird]