#leonine form

[reno-matagot]

''Eʟᴀɴ Rᴇʏᴀ Aᴍᴀʏᴍᴏɴ''

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PREDICTABLE ⋆✦⋆ kozume kenma

synopsis ➸ Kenma’s evening is straightforward. After making love, he starts gaming, assuming you’re asleep. But when you come in wearing one of his shirts, he knows exactly where it’s gonna lead next.

tags ➸ dry humping, making out, nipple play, cunnilingus, squirting, spitting, rimming, anal sex, creampie, cum-eating, dirty talking, hair pulling, biting

wc ➸ 4.8k

"You're just trying to kill me, aren't you babe?"

Kenma's low rasp shivered through the dimly lit bedroom, making you pause mid-stride towards where he sat cross-legged before the PC. You followed the heated trail of his hooded golden stare raking over your bare legs peeking from beneath his oversized shirt - the only thing you'd haphazardly tugged on after rousing from your sated slumber in the other room.

A tiny, smug smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you drank in the flexing of Kenma's powerful shoulders and forearms beneath that black hoodie. The way his muscular thighs strained against his sweats as if yearning to part and accommodate your form astride them once more. Just like mere hours before when you'd spent the night alternating between riding his cock until your voice was hoarse from screaming his name, and then being manhandled into the positions he'd wanted while he'd fucked you into the mattress with all the stamina of a former athlete.

"Maybe I am," you replied in a whisper-rasp that clearly betrayed your intentions, chin dipping as you observed him through the fan of your lashes coquettishly. "What's it to you if I want to come over and...appreciate the view up close for a while?"

Kenma made a low, strangled sound that reverberated straight through you like a physical caress - rich and decadent in a way that raised the fine hairs along your nape. You could read every simmering ember blazing behind those heavy-lidded bedroom eyes as they raked over you with delicious leisure - drinking in every lithesome shift and curve concealed in teasing suggestion beneath his clothes.

"If you think I'm letting you distract me that easily tonight," he growled out, somehow making the arid words drip with scorching promise, "then you've got another thing coming, kitten."

One thick eyebrow arched in clear insolence, silently challenging you as his free hand resituated his controller over the subtle outline of his cock rapidly swelling beneath his waistband. You shivered at the blatant display, knees going watery from the dark thrill sparking through your veins and low in your belly simultaneously. This was the side of Kenma most never got to witness - all leonine grace and enthrallingly effortless dominion bordering on the feral.

"Oh, is that what you think, baby?" you purred out in an equally honeyed rasp, gaze searing into his heavily-lidded one across the dimly lit space.

Without breaking that hypnotic connection, you slid one hand down your abdomen in an indolent caress until fingertips hooked in the hem of his oversized shirt temptingly. Kenma tensed, pupils blowing fractionally wider as you teased the soft fabric higher by fractions until the swell of your inner thighs came into clear view.

You could see his throat working convulsively, the sharp jut of his adam's apple bobbing as he struggled to breathe evenly through flared nostrils. Despite your flagrant attempt at seducing his attention, however, you couldn't help but revel in this captivating dance of restraint and rising need between you both.

The way no matter how deliciously you stroked the simmering flames licking between your joined stares, Kenma refused to simply surrender his iron composure and let raw desire override the challenges awaiting his skills and focus. It was intoxicating in the most refined yet primal way, feeling like you could spend lifetimes learning every infinite nuance suffusing his presence.

Just as your hand glided back up the shirt's hem towards the apex of your thighs, Kenma inhaled a sharp hiss through gritted teeth loud enough to make you freeze with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

"Don't..." he rasped in a tone dripping with naked heat and smoldering restraint. "Unless you plan on climbing over here and letting me take you against this setup until the only name you can cry out is mine."

A shudder wracked through you bone-deep at the provocative promise underlining his low rasp. Part of you thrilled at the prospect of sinking into his lap as commanded, beckoned eagerly by the sheer molten intensity blazing behind his hooded scrutiny now.

But an even deeper, baser instinct also yearned to push the sweet torment further - to see just how far you could tease and tempt that razor's edge of his restraint before Kenma ultimately shattered and pinned you beneath his smothering attentions in rapturous release. With deliberate leisure, your teeth released your swollen lower lip as you held his piercing stare defiantly.

"Who says I'm not planning on taking you for a ride?" you murmured with a sly grin, smoothing your palms over the shirt to emphasize the lack of any other cloth covering your rapidly heating skin beneath. "Maybe I'm the one who's feeling a little restless and needy for attention after our little marathon last night. Did you ever think of that, babe?"

Kenma growled low and feral at the blatant seduction, free hand clenching spastically for a moment in clear struggle. You could practically taste the vortex of lust rapidly eclipsing his formidable restraint by increments as his gaze flicked between your hooded bedroom eyes and the shirt hem riding higher up your thigh with each subtle shift.

Just when you thought his renowned poise and control were both on the verge of snapping completely, however, he reached out with the controller and pointedly made a few adjustments before locking onto you with a look that made your knees go watery all over again.

"Then you'd better come over here and sit still..." Kenma husked out in a rumbling purr that vibrated straight through you down to the bone. "Because I won't go easy on you tonight while you're being such a brat about getting what you crave..."

A plaintive keen slipped free before you could bite it back as he patted one powerful thigh invitingly. You took an stumbling half-step towards him, utterly entranced by the rising heat in his piercing gaze and bold dare...

Then Kenma arched one sleek brow higher, fingertips tracing featherlight circles along his muscular thigh before slowly, purposefully readjusting his erection tenting against his waistband with wicked nonchalance. His unflinching focus never wavered from your own, radiating smoldering possession and heady promise without reservation as you swayed like a cobra hypnotized by its master's cadence.

"C'mere," he husked out in a tone that brooked no argument. One powerful arm snaked out to loop around your waist, hauling you down into his lap with effortless ease. "I'm waiting to make good on giving you exactly what you need...so long as you think you can keep up this time, kitten."

A startled squeak burst free as you found yourself straddling his powerful thighs, bare backside pressed flush to his swollen cock straining the soft cotton of his sweats already. Kenma's fingertips dug into the generous curves of your ass possessively as he hissed upon feeling your bare skin, tugging your core flush against him and grinding up against your slick entrance deliberately.

"Fuck, kitten..." he rasped against your throat as you whimpered, his free hand dragging the shirt hem up your body inch by torturous inch. "No underwear. And you're always so wet for me. I bet if I slid a couple fingers in right now, I'd feel you squeezing around me already. Isn't that right?"

"Kenma..." you panted against the hollow of his throat as he continued rocking you against the growing ridge with rhythmic insistence. "I thought you wanted to game for a bit—ah!"

Your gasp dissolved into a broken whine as he hooked one hand behind your knee, hitching your leg higher to grant deeper friction against your rapidly slicking folds. Twin points of fire blossomed against your salt-kissed skin as Kenma sealed his mouth over each pebbled nipple in turn, laving heated swirls through the thin barrier.

"Changed my mind," he growled against your sternum, worshipful gaze roaming every needy shiver and arch raking through your pliant frame. "Need to feel how goddamn perfect you are first...make sure you know who's name to cry out over and over when you come apart again..."

You moaned wantonly as his broad palms explored every hollowed dip and lush curve that way he so adored - claiming his territory with each possessive caress and promising so much more to come. Despite your boneless sprawl cradled securely in his powerful embrace, an electric thrill sparked through you at the raw masculine command vibrating beneath every husky word and tender demand.

Kenma always excelled at this; coaxing you into blissful rapture through whirlwind intensity one moment before reeling you back from the precipice just as expertly with sensual adoration and exquisite care the next. It was all part of the maddening spell you fell deeper under every encounter - your boyfriend's ability to unhinge you down to your very foundations, only to piece you back together anew afterwards renewed and cherished beyond measure in his ravenous orbit.

You surrendered to the cresting tide with a heady sigh, twisting your hands into the soft strands of his hair as he began trailing open-mouthed worship down the slopes of your breasts and abdomen. Every new sacred hollow and heated expanse of velvet skin seemed to entrance him further, lavishing it with devoted adoration until you squirmed breathlessly.

Only when you were keening and arching with need did Kenma haul your mouth back down to his in a devouring glide of satin and sin. His strong arms banded you closer still as the indomitable ridge of his cock ground insistently against your pussy with delirious promise.

"So fucking perfect," he growled in reverent rapture against your swollen lips. "Never getting enough of how sweet you taste, kitten...always leaving me starving for another hit of this pretty little pussy to savor for hours at a time..."

Then he slanted your joined forms until you were flush against the worn cushions, his hulking frame looming over you in a leonine sprawl of pure masculine intensity. Kenma's lust-hazed gaze roved over every trembling inch of your bared form greedily as he settled on his forearms to better appreciate each aching demand of his primal devotion.

"Lucky for both of us," he rumbled just before swooping down to seal your breathless moan in a searing glide. "I happen to have all the free time I need right now to take my fill of this pretty pussy and all the sweetness she can give me. So be a good kitten and just lie back and let me love you until all you can think about is coming on my cock again and again...yeah?"

"Mhm," you sighed, nodding breathlessly and arching towards his sculpted frame in an unspoken plea for more. Kenma hummed deep in his throat, a low vibration of pure male satisfaction and hunger both. Then he was shifting his bulk, maneuvering his muscled thighs between your own in a clear demand for them to fall open for him.

Your thighs parted readily, breath hitching as Kenma's hooded gaze flicked from your face down to the slick heat of your sex. The groan that rolled from his chest was pure animalistic desire, his hips flexing in a helpless twitch as his saw the pearly evidence of his earlier attentions already leaking down the crease of your thigh.

"Fuuuuck," he groaned out raggedly, the tip of his tongue darting out to trace his full bottom lip unconsciously. "Look at that, baby. My cum's leaking out of your sweet cunt already...how bad do you want me to eat you out and drink every last drop before filling you back up again? Huh?"

"Oh god, Kenma, please," you gasped out, voice wavering with need as you squirmed desperately. "Want your mouth on me...please, baby, need you to—"

The rest of your plea vanished in a choked moan as Kenma leaned forward, his long, dexterous fingers spreading your folds wide. A second later, his tongue swiped one long, slow lick from your soaked entrance all the way to the throbbing nub of your clit.

Your back arched in reflex as his tongue flattened against the pulsing bud, flicking against it in teasing circles that left you shuddering and moaning beneath his skillful attentions. Kenma hummed against your pussy, the decadent vibrations making your breath hitch and thighs squeeze tighter around his head reflexively.

He didn't seem to mind in the slightest, however. Instead, his powerful shoulders dipped between your spread thighs, his hands reaching down to grip the curves of your ass and lift you closer to his ravenous mouth. Kenma's muffled groan of pure pleasure vibrated through the apex of your thighs as his tongue thrust inside you in slow, languid strokes, as if he were savoring the taste of you both on his palate.

You couldn't hold back the plaintive whimpers and wanton moans building in the back of your throat, fingers tangling and tugging desperately at his hair as he continued working you towards the peak with relentless dedication. Every slow, indulgent lap and thrust of his tongue seemed designed to tease you apart, piece by blissful piece.

When his teeth closed gently around your clit, his gaze flicked up to meet yours through the fan of his dark lashes, a low hum rolling from his chest at the sight of you already so wrecked and breathless beneath his ministrations. Kenma's tongue rolled over the throbbing nub in a firm glide before sealing his lips around it to suckle lightly, drawing a breathy whine from you.

His eyes burned brighter at the sound, molten gold blazing through the lust-darkened haze. Then his teeth grazed the swollen bud in a gentle yet deliberate nip that had your entire body jerking with the electric surge jolting through your nerve endings.

Kenma didn't pause in his torturous ministrations for a second, not even to savor the breathless cry of his name bursting from your lips. Instead, he merely increased his efforts, the rhythmic suckling of his talented mouth and tongue working you faster and harder until your thighs were clamping tight around his head.

"K-Kenma! Oh my god, please...please don't stop," you sobbed brokenly, nails digging into his scalp as the pleasure built and built towards the inevitable peak. His muffled groan reverberated against the slickness of your pussy, only increasing the decadent pressure and pace.

"Ah! Ah, fuck, please, Kenma, I'm—ohgod, I'm g-gonna—"

The rest of the incoherent litany died on your tongue as Kenma gave a particularly harsh suck to your clit, his fingertips digging bruising imprints into the curves of your ass in sheer masculine dominance and desire. A strangled keen slipped free as your vision whited out, thighs squeezing around his head as you felt the familiarly violent rush of hot liquid gushing from your cunt and all over the lower half of his face.

You could feel his growl of pleasure and triumph vibrating against your oversensitive pussy as he drank down the entirety of your release. Kenma continued lapping up every drop greedily, shaking his head from side to side against your pussy until you were gasping for air and squirming away from the too-intense stimulation.

As soon as you managed a half-coherent plea for mercy, his tongue released your swollen clit and his mouth withdrew from between your thighs with a wet pop. Your eyes struggled to focus in the post-orgasmic haze, blinking several times until the room came back into focus just as you saw Kenma spit the mixture of saliva and cum directly onto your overstimulated clit.

The shockingly dirty move made your breath catch, but Kenma didn't give you a chance to process the filthy act. His thumb rubbed a tight circle around the pulsing bud, massaging the combined slickness until it was practically dripping down your slit and onto the surface below.

"Kenma," you managed, voice breaking over the syllables of his name as he continued working you closer to another orgasm. "Oh my god, I can't...I can't go again. I can't, I—"

"Of course you can, kitten," he growled with a feral smirk, his pupils blown wider than you'd ever seen them. "Can’t leave you empty for long, especially when you're still so wet and ready to be filled by me."

"I can't!" you insisted, though it was rapidly losing conviction as he continued working his thumb faster and faster against your clit. "Kenma, baby, I—oh, fuck! Please, it's too much!"

"But kitten," he purred, his head lowering once more as his tongue darted out to lap at the juices trickling down your slit. "I haven't even put my fingers in you yet. Don't you want me to fill you up even more, baby? Huh?"

A garbled moan spilled past your lips as his tongue dipped lower, his nose nudging against your swollen clit while his fingers toyed with the dripping entrance. The tip of his middle finger sank inside with ease, sliding in deep as his tongue worked alongside it with relentless determination.

"K-Kenma, please," you pleaded breathlessly, not even sure what you were begging for anymore. "It's—it's too much, babe. I can't...can't..."

His mouth left your cunt with another obscene wet pop, the lewd sound punctuated by a filthy-sounding squelch as his fingers slid free. Kenma didn't seem perturbed at all, however. If anything, his smirk widened as he stared down at the absolute mess coating your thighs and the cushions beneath you.

"Well, when I say I’m going to fill you up with another load, it doesn’t necessarily mean it has to go into that pretty pussy," he rumbled, a dark undercurrent of promise weaving through the husky words. "Don't you think, kitten?"

"K-Kenma..." you murmured, not sure what he was implying until his hands hooked under your thighs, hauling them up to drape over his shoulders. Your breath caught at the position, eyes widening as they locked with his hooded ones. "Wh-what are you..."

Your question trailed off into a startled squeak as he leaned in, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate circle around your puckered entrance. A shiver raked through you, parting your lips on a shaky exhale that turned into a surprised gasp when his tongue began to delve deeper past the taut ring of muscle.

Kenma hummed appreciatively, the low vibration resonating through your entire core. You could feel his saliva and the remnants of your juices slipping further, the combination creating a slippery glide as his tongue speared you open again and again.

Your nails dug into his scalp reflexively, not quite sure if you wanted to pull him closer or push him away. Kenma only seemed to take it as encouragement, however, the broad planes of his palms stroking up and down your spread thighs almost reverently as he continued the deliciously depraved assault.

"You're so fucking tight back here," he rasped against your skin, his teeth sinking into the meat of your inner thigh with a sharp bite. "I can't wait to watch my cum dripping out of your ass after I've fucked you senseless, kitten...maybe I'll eat you out again, lick my cum out of your tight little asshole..."

"Oh god," you whimpered, head thrashing side to side as the images his words painted behind your eyelids became even more vivid and detailed. "Please, Kenma. Just—just fuck me already. Need your cock, baby, need it so fucking bad."

Kenma's dark chuckle made your pulse skitter, anticipation and raw hunger swirling together in a dizzying rush. He sat up slowly, his golden gaze sweeping over every inch of your body stretched out before him - a decadent buffet all laid out and waiting for his consumption.

"Gotta get you nice and ready first, kitten," he husked, the pads of his fingers brushing against the rim of your puckered entrance teasingly. "Can't have you getting too overwhelmed too quickly, yeah? Don’t want you passing out like the time I took you in the shower. Although...that was pretty hot. Not gonna lie."

The memory made your cheeks flush hotter, though it was difficult to focus on anything beyond the sensation of his fingertips pressing into you a fraction deeper. Your breath caught, eyelids fluttering closed as his index finger sunk in to the first knuckle.

Kenma groaned at the sight, his jaw clenching as he watched the ring of muscle stretch around the intrusion. His gaze was ravenous, devouring every breathy pant and shudder as he slowly began working his finger in and out.

"That's it," he crooned, leaning in to trail kisses along your hip and the valley of your navel. He nosed the curve of your stomach, humming appreciatively as you relaxed further around his probing finger. "Good girl, kitten. Opening up for me so sweetly..."

Your answering whine dissolved into a broken moan as he added a second finger alongside the first, working them in deeper and scissoring them slowly. The initial burn began to subside after a moment, morphing into a pleasurable ache that had you rocking back against his hand with a soft gasp.

Kenma's teeth sank into the tender flesh of your hip, his tongue darting out to lick a slow stripe over the indentation of his bite. His fingertips continued stretching you open, the decadent friction sending sparks shooting up and down your spine with each deliberate stroke.

Then his head lowered, his lips wrapping around your clit to suckle lightly. At the same time, his fingers crooked upwards, hitting that elusive bundle of nerves and sending a blinding surge of ecstasy racing through your veins.

"F-fuck!" you choked out, hips bucking involuntarily and sending the sensitive nub of your clit sliding over the tip of his tongue. He didn't miss a beat, however, his fingertips rubbing faster against the cluster of nerves.

Kenma's tongue circled and flicked, his mouth sealing around the throbbing bud and sucking hard enough to draw another broken moan from you. His fingers were moving faster now, thrusting deep as they continued to massage that delicious spot deep within.

"Kenma," you gasped, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter inside until it was almost painful. "B-baby, please, I need—need you to—"

He hummed, the low vibration sending tremors rippling through you. He seemed to know exactly what you were trying to say, however, his mouth releasing your clit with a wet pop as his fingers slowed to a stop.

Kenma pressed a kiss to your inner thigh before withdrawing his fingers completely. You felt the head of his cock pressing against your slick folds a moment later, nudging insistently until your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist.

"Good girl," he crooned, his teeth grazing the sensitive lobe of your ear as he leaned over you. "You ready for me, kitten?"

"Yes, please, Kenma," you moaned, the tip of his cock pushing past the ring of muscle just a fraction. "Need you in me so bad, baby...want you to fill me up and make me yours."

"Fuck," he cursed, the word barely audible over the roaring of blood in his ears. His teeth sank into the side of your throat, hips flexing forward and burying his length inside you with a single snap.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as he sheathed himself fully, a hoarse shout bursting from your lips. Kenma's hands braced on either side of your head, his body curling protectively around you as he fought for control.

"Holy shit," he panted against the curve of your throat, his teeth nipping sharply at the tendon jumping there. "Holy shit, you're so fucking tight, kitten. Feel like you're strangling my cock, fuck..."

You whimpered incoherently, unable to form words as the sensation of being completely filled overwhelmed your senses. Kenma seemed to be struggling to keep his composure, as well, his breathing harsh and uneven as he struggled to keep still and let you adjust.

His hips gave an involuntary twitch after a moment, and that was the only warning you received before he was pulling out almost entirely. You barely had time to draw in a breath before he was slamming back in, his mouth slanting over yours to swallow the broken cry of his name.

"Oh, god, Kenma," you sobbed against his lips, the pleasure already overwhelming. "Baby, I can't—please, fuck, don't stop."

"Couldn't stop even if I tried," he growled, his mouth latching onto your throat as his hips snapped harder and faster. The obscenely wet sound of his cock slamming into your ass echoed in the silence of the room, punctuated by the harsh breaths and muffled whimpers that were dragged from your throat with every deep thrust.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails raking down his back in an effort to pull him closer. He was pounding into you relentlessly, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wider so he could slide in even deeper.

"Gonna cum in this tight little hole, kitten," he gritted out, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip as the rhythm of his hips stuttered. "Fill you up until you're dripping with me. Gonna plug you up and keep my cum in you, make sure you don't lose a drop."

"Fuck, yes, please, Kenma," you begged, not even knowing what you were asking for. Your fingers clawed desperately at his back, feeling his muscles shift and flex beneath your touch. "Please, baby. Want your cum, please."

His chest rumbled with a growl, his cock slamming in hard enough to rock your body on the cushions. You could feel his arms trembling as he fought to hold himself back, his thrusts slowing but never stopping as he leaned in to suck a bruise into the column of your throat.

"Please," you pleaded, arching up against him in an attempt to get him to move. Kenma's hips snapped forward in a particularly brutal thrust, the sound of your cry of his name ringing through the air.

"I got you, kitten," he rasped, one arm banding around your waist to keep you pinned in place. The other hand gripped your jaw, tilting your head back until his mouth sealed over yours once more.

He kissed you hungrily, his tongue thrusting into your mouth in a wicked parody of the way his cock was slamming in and out of your ass. His hips jerked faster, his teeth catching your bottom lip and tugging as his breathing grew harsher and more erratic.

"God, you feel so fucking good," he groaned, forehead dropping to rest against yours as his hips continued driving into you with a force that sent your body rocking up the couch cushions. "I can't—fuck, kitten, I can't hold back anymore."

"Do it," you begged, the words ending on a garbled sob as he shifted angles and hit that cluster of nerves that had your vision whiting out. "Oh my god, do it, please. I need your cum, baby, please."

"Fucking hell," he grunted, the curse dissolving into a hoarse shout as his hips snapped forward, grinding against you until the head of his cock was seated so deeply you swore you could feel him in the back of your throat. "Play with your clit for me, kitten."

You could only nod mutely, fingers fumbling downwards and finding the swollen bud almost immediately. The first brush of your fingertip had your thighs clamping around his waist, a ragged whimper escaping you as he rocked his hips against yours and the head of his cock pressed against the spot inside you that had your eyes rolling back.

"Oh god, Kenma," you sobbed, your fingers circling and stroking desperately. "Baby, I'm so close, I'm gonna—"

"Let go, kitten," he murmured, his hand replacing yours and taking over as his thumb began working furiously against the sensitive nub. "I'm right there with you. Come on, cum for me. Cum with me."

His lips sealed over yours once more, muffling the scream that tore from your throat. Your release flooded around him, his name a garbled chant against his lips as you shattered and trembled and shook apart.

"Fuck," Kenma cursed, his cock pulsing and twitching as his cum spilled into you. He was shaking almost as badly as you, his arms bracing on either side of your head and his face buried in the crook of your neck.

His hips rolled shallowly, his breath hitching as a low groan rumbled from his chest. You could feel the warm heat of his release spilling into you, your fingers tangling in his hair and keeping him held firmly against you as his hips jerked and twitched through the aftershocks.

You lost track of how long you lay there, a boneless, exhausted tangle of limbs as your heart rate slowly returned to normal. Kenma shifted slightly, his nose nudging your jaw affectionately and eliciting a quiet giggle from you.

"Holy shit," you breathed, a wide grin spreading across your lips.

"Mm," Kenma agreed, lifting his head to stare down at you with an equally blissed-out expression. He leaned in to press a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose, then brushed his lips softly against yours. "Now… I did promise to plug you up, didn't I?"

Your entire body flushed with heat at the reminder, a strangled whimper leaving your throat. Kenma's grin widened, his tongue flicking out to swipe across his bottom lip as he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"Round two?"

[msmysticfail]

Pluto in Aquarius

I'll give you a dose But it will never come close To the rage built up inside of me Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy

✶November 19, 2024 to January 19, 2044✶

Aquarius/Uranus rules: rebellion, innovation, thinking outside the box, youth, young adults, community, contribution to the community, groups, breaking conventions, dreams, ideas, surprises, accomplishments, social networks, social causes, social problems, dissatisfaction, uniqueness, agitation, fighting for ideals, fighting for ideas, new, future, future plans, technology, artificial intelligence, online groups, internet, unpredictability, rebellion, innovation, revolt, radicalism, chaos, revolution, turbulence, dissatisfaction, future, astrology, astronomy, gender equity, outer space, UFOs, programming, camaraderie, visionary, questioning, recycling, social responsibility.

Maybe we will feel like a new chapter is beginning because it is, however I would like to say that it is not yet the definitive end of an Era, that will only happen when Pluto enters Pisces and then begins its cycle again with Aries (2068–2098). Only then will we have the beginning of a new Era for humanity. That’s why it’s important for us to pay close attention to how we handle the pending social issues of this Era, such as: global warming, water resources, non-renewable energy sources (oil), gender inequality, humanitarian crises, hyperconnection, artificial intelligence, fake news, deep fakes.

I believe with all my being, with all my intuition, that if we do not take care of our planet now, when we are about to feel the force of Pluto in Aquarius acting on the collective (Earth), future generations—my children, your children, our grandchildren—will suffer greatly from the scenario that Pluto in Taurus (2097–2129) will bring. This generation will certainly pay for all the irreversible damage we have caused to the Earth. This is my intuition and my premonition, and I believe in it with my life. We must take care of this planet while there is still time.

Aquarius is also the opposite (opposition) of Leo, so leonine figures, as well as leonine themes, will go through certain challenges—this is a time of change.

When Pluto was last in Aquarius (1777–1798)

Lenormand was alive;

Yes, the creator of the Lenormand tarot was alive when Pluto was last in Aquarius, with the gift of vision running through her veins. Pluto in Aquarius guided this incredible seer through the paths of divination. Moreover, Marie Anne was part of the French Revolution and the Napoleonic Era.

French Revolution;

Declaration of the Rights of Woman and the Female Citizen by Olympe de Gouges;

Creation of the guillotine;

The “fall” of the monarchy;

The “fall” of absolutism;

Creation of the United States of America as an independent country;

The Enlightenment as the “predominant form” of thought.

Predictions

Return of Cicada 3301

This is a more personal prediction. I feel that with Uranus entering Gemini and Pluto in Aquarius, we will see a boom in all matters related to the internet. Pluto rules sects and secret groups, which is exactly what Cicada 3301 is.

More violent protests

Protests will become more violent due to Pluto’s influence, which acts as an “amplifier” (similar to Jupiter), but Pluto intensifies extreme emotions. Therefore, if the collective is very dissatisfied, this dissatisfaction will be tripled, and as a result, the protests will become more intense.

Advancement or colonization of Mars

Elon (Mars in Aquarius in the 8th house) and his team will certainly make great progress when it comes to advancing the colonization of Mars, as outer space is ruled by Uranus, the ruler of Aquarius. Thus, I believe that we, as humanity, will move forward toward space-related achievements.

Changes regarding misogyny in India (Parts of Asia)

There is still a dramatic scenario in 2024 occurring in parts of India and East Asia, where baby girls are abandoned or killed simply for being girls. Korean women still face a great deal of gender disparity in the workplace.

Behavioral shift in South Korea

South Korea still has a social landscape that does not favor gender equality.

New social network emerging

Yes, a new social network (or more) is on the horizon, as Uranus in Gemini (Air) and Pluto in Aquarius (Air) have joined forces to bring many innovations.

Social network ceasing to exist

Pluto speaks about death, and in this case, since it rules the internet, apps, and social networks, a certain social network has a high probability of ceasing to exist.

Change in beauty standards

Pluto in Aquarius will make a direct opposition to Leo, which, like Libra, dictates beauty standards and trends. The Aquarius-Leo axis deals with fashion, trends, individual tastes, and collective style.

Growth of astrology

Aquarius literally rules astrology, predictions, and our starry sky full of planets. With Pluto in Aquarius, the market is likely to see a boom in books, courses, and debates about astrology. Its importance will grow significantly.

Growth in the quality of electronic music

DJs, in particular, will be producing music and melodies that will “touch” the audience on a deeper level. As a result, we will have higher-quality music and new electronic hits emerging.

Hollywood will undergo a drastic transformation

Hollywood is literally one of the biggest symbols of Leo (with a strong influence from Neptune, as Neptune rules cinema and cinematic art). With Pluto in Aquarius making a direct opposition to this sign, we will see major transformations in aspects I can’t yet predict concerning Hollywood and its actors and actresses.

Aquarian figures gaining power and fame

Whether they have personal planets in Aquarius or simply embody this archetype.

Gigantic growth of AI

We will end Pluto in Aquarius with so many innovations and machines compared to what we have now. The question arises: could AI ever gain self-awareness? (...who knows?)

The masses will be more dissatisfied/questioning

We will be unconsciously reevaluating the rules imposed by society. As a result, feelings of dissatisfaction may arise at various times, leading to rebellion, strikes, and protests.

Greater contact with Space

Aquarius rules the starry sky, space, and everything strange to Earth. With Pluto in Aquarius, we will be more inclined to explore space, and we may even finally receive confirmations regarding extraterrestrial life.

Places most affected:

Argentina – Moon in Aquarius 27°03’

São Paulo – Sun in Aquarius 14°51’

China – Ascendant in Aquarius 5°56’

United States – Moon in Aquarius 26°58’

Brazil – Ascendant in Aquarius 28°10’

Cuba – Ascendant in Aquarius 17°30’

India – Midheaven in Aquarius 14°49’

South Korea – Sun in Leo 21°40’ (opposition to Pluto in Aquarius)

Los Angeles – Midheaven in Leo 1°26’ (opposition to Pluto in Aquarius)

Tokyo – Moon in Leo 6°06’ (opposition to Pluto in Aquarius)

India – Sun in Leo 21°07’ (opposition to Pluto in Aquarius)

Mexico City – Sun in Leo 3°11’ (opposition to Pluto in Aquarius)

To conclude, I want to make it very clear that I feel a significant event of large proportions will occur when Pluto in Aquarius, at its final degrees, opposes Uranus in Leo, starting around 2038 or 2039. This movement will greatly impact society.

“Ideas are bulletproof!”

— V for Vendetta

[markrosewater]

Has there ever been any thought to combining the Ox and Minotaur creature types? Such as simplifying both to simply "Cow?"

I'm a huge fan of bovines in all forms and it would be nice if all of the Ox in magic worked alongside their more anthropomorphic cousins the Minotaur. As it is now we're lucky to really get cards of *either* type printed. There's resonance to the name Minotaur, no doubt, but it also has its share of baggage. It has Greek connotations and that's probably a big reason Minotaurs are almost strictly in Theros (although some favorites, such as Neheb, are from other planes).

I was happy that Outlaws had more Ox cards, but it also highlights my dissatisfaction: Holy Cow is an *ox* not a cow, despite the name. It feels like a retread of the Hound or Naga debacle all over again. Hound was simplified to Dog and all Snakes, from rattlesnakes to Naga, are simply the type Snake now. This allows snakes and dogs of all walks benefit from a shared unity. Cats had it right, we didn't need Leonin as a separate type.

I just feel like there's unnecessary separation being created by dividing Ox and Minotaur and it has the same resonance failings as all dogs being labeled "hounds" had. If it's important for a particular creature to *be* a minotaur then they can just *have* minotaur in their name, like ~30% of minotaurs already do. There's also the simple fact that Minotaur is a longer average creature type, limiting design space for other types to be included. It's hard to justify why a Minotaur is on a random plane, but much less so if it's simply a "Cow Warrior" for example.

As for why I think "Cow" should just be the combined type name, I simply think it fits. Cow is a resonant name. Almost everyone, East to west, knows *of* cows if only because their milk is such a widely used commodity. We don't call it "Ox's milk" after all. More than that, it's fun! Cow is *funny* in the same way *squirrel* is funny. It's amusing to see "Squirrels you control" in this game full of fighting. In that vein, "Cows you control" is an amusing line that can help break up the seriousness of a setting.

I know this is making a mountain out of a molehill, but magic is a game of different perspectives coming together and creating something new. Cows are my favorite animal and it's simply dissatisfying, to me, that my Holy Cow can't benefit from a Kragma Warcaller. That Angrath, colloquially named "Cow Dad" in the community, would have the creature type "Minotaur." The only downside I can see is that "Cow" *does* specifically refer to females of a bovine species. But that is a distinction few, if any, seriously take into consideration. If one sees a field of cows, they're not saying "I see lots of cows and 3 bulls!" They're going to say "I see cows!"

So to bring the thesis back, has there been any discussion internally to simplifying the Minotaur and Ox creature types under a single banner, such as "Cow?" I would also happily settle for "Cattle" as the new type. I just feel the current Ox vs Minotaur divide has to go, for both flavor and mechanical reasons, and the sooner the better.

I have been on Team Cow (as I was on Team Dog) for many years. I even made Cows in Un-sets. I still believe Minotaur should be its own creature type though.

[ninibeingdelulu]

Am I in love with just a theme ? ✧

Plot: You watch your boyfriend becoming a serial killer…

An eerie hush permeated the modest bedroom save for the scratching of Light's pen etching yet another convicted criminal's name into that innocuous black notebook.

You couldn't tear your gaze away, stomach roiling in uneasy revulsion at how...casually he wielded such monstrous power these days.

Like some self-appointed deity passing judgment with a flick of his wrist.

This merciless, arrogant demigod bore only the barest fleeting resemblance to the brilliant yet tenderhearted boyfriend you once adored.

Since acquiring the Death Note's insidious abilities, your Light had steadily devolved into a twisted shell of his former self, driven by an all-consuming messiah complex.

You barely recognized him anymore - the Light you knew would've recoiled in horror over such wanton slaughter, dismissing the very notion as abhorrent. These days? He didn't so much as blink as person after person perished at his whim, swaths of human lives extinguished with infuriatingly casual indifference.

Swallowing thickly, you finally found your voice. Hesitant, yet brimming with desperation to reach whatever tattered remnants of the man you loved still lurked beneath Kira's pitiless exterior.

"Light?"

When those russet eyes flickered up towards you, glacial and utterly devoid of warmth, the words shriveled in your throat for an agonizing heartbeat.

Plunging onwards with a strained exhale, you barrelled through before your nerve could crumble entirely.

"Why don't you just...pass the notebook off to someone else?" Achingly wistful, you curled your arms across your midsection like a flimsy shield.

"You don't...you don't have to keep doing this yourself. We could go back to how things were before and-"

"Enough." Light cut you off with a curt growl, snapping the Death Note closed with a dull thud that made you flinch.

Abruptly he stood, stalking towards the bed with leonine grace yet stiff, clipped movements radiating frigid menace. Too late, you shrank from his imposing form looming over you now.

Face to face, scarcely inches apart, you could see the fanatical glint smoldering behind those impassive, handsome features.

A shudder slithered down your vertebrae under his unnerving scrutiny.

"I can't let this power slip into anyone else's hands."

The words emerged through gritted teeth, a muscle feathering along Light's taut jawline.

"I was chosen to become the God of this new world, to execute divine justice and establish true order with my own hands. No one else is worthy."

An errant tear slipped from the corner of your eye, tracing a glistening trail down your cheek in the tense standoff's wake. You tried valiantly to fortify your resolve, to not flinch away from the sheer gravity of that unnervingly cold, callous resolution etched into his very marrow.

But it was too much.

"Light, please..."

The words gurgled out in a desperate rasp, thick with anguished pleading and unshed tears.

"I love you, b-but I can't keep watching as you lose every shred of your humanity like this! If you won't give up that thing, then...then I have to go. I can't stay by and watch this anymore!"

At the achingly soft admission spilling through your wobbling lips, Light's expression didn't flicker for a protracted, agonizing heartbeat.

But then his mouth curled into the ghost of a smirk, utterly devoid of genuine mirth - just cruel, calculating self-assurance.

"Go ahead and try," he crooned with scathing disinterest, callused fingers seizing a rough fistful of your hair to forcibly tilt your face up towards his. Tears spilled freely now, sobs raking your trembling frame.

"You don't honestly think I'd let you walk away with everything you know about me still intact, do you?"

The icy finality behind those mocking words washed over you in a suffocating wave, stealing what little tenuous purchase on hope you still possessed.

You sagged, terror-fuelled adrenaline rapidly leaching away into numb hopelessness and misery.

Without ceremony, Light shoved you away with a scoff, leaving you sprawled across the mattress amidst your pitiful puddle of grief.

With a few perfunctory swipes of his sleeve across those chiseled features, he'd already vanished whatever fleeting glimpses of genuine emotion had flickered there just moments ago.

"You'll stay right here, powerless and silent as my humble concubine," the words emerged crisp, cold, and utterly inflexible as he returned to the Death Note splayed open in indifferent expectation.

"Embrace your purpose, devote yourself to watching over the birth of a new utopia...or perish like any other obstacle beneath my heel."

Through a fresh torrent of searing tears, you could only bring yourself to rasp out a pitiful whimper of surrender.

Beaten. Broken.

Any facade of control or dignity had long fled along with the better parts of Light's withering soul.

Beneath the weight of sickening realization settling like a shroud, darkness crept across your vision as the soft scratching of pen against paper resumed.

You were well and truly his hapless pawn now.

[itsabouttimex2]

Oooh how about some yandere headcanons of Tang , Redson and Azure lion with a reader who’s very reckless? They’re always throwing themselves into danger whenever the team is fighting, and reader just insists they’re trying to help. Please if not no worries XD

Sure thing! Also, I think I’m going to grind out a few more requests before I wipe my inbox. I let it grow shamefully out of care during my hiatuses. Then I’ll open up Character x Character (still platonic) requests for a while.

“Y/N, I find that I have warned you many times about this kind of behavior…”

You look up to the leonine demon with a frown, gripping one of your upper arms as a form of self-support. How many times have you heard this lecture? How many times would you hear it in the future? Every time that you so much as try to help him in a fight, you’re sat down for this same spiel.

But you don’t remember him ever being this stern. In fact, he seems-

“Cub,” the lion says, carefully taking your chin between two massive fingers. He says it pointedly, as though preemptively arguing his stance- you’re young and small, still a child to him. One he sees as worthy of his love and protection, even if you might try to reject it.

“Y-yes, Azure?”

“I would like you to pay close attention when I’m talking to you, please.”

Even upset, the demon remains polite and gentle, if rather firm. His fingers are soft to the touch, claws carefully sheathed. He’s never used them against you, not even once. Nor has he even threatened you with them.

His massive hand shifts to your hair, stroking the unruly strands back into place. His metacarpal pad squishes into your cheek, and you can’t help but lean into it, savoring the brief moment of warmth he offers during this long scolding.

“It seems I must switch my methods- clearly, my words will continue to fall on deaf ears if I continue down this path.”

Azure outright scruffs you- snags you by the cape attached to your pauldrons and lifts until your feet leave the ground.

“Come along, cub,” the lion says, as though you have a choice at the moment. All you can do is dangle from his blue-furred hand and try not to squirm, hoping that your cape won’t rip and sending you tumbling.

The training grounds are a familiar sight, hours and hours spent here together, learning all of Azure’s skills.

He presses a wooden training blade into your hands, then takes up one of his own.

“If I cannot teach you, perhaps a full day of training will. We will be sparring from this moment to your bedtime,” he sternly informs, a blush creeping up your face at his final word. That your mentor saw you as so young that he enforced a strict bedtime was…

Well, you tried to tell yourself it was reasonable. After all, if you were growing stronger and exhausting your body, you’d need lots of rest, wouldn’t you?

Didn’t justify the constant checking on you through the night, tucking you in every time the blankets come loose, and ensuring that all the windows were shut and locked.

And you had no doubt that was where you’d end up, exhausted and face-down on your bed, letting Azure gingerly knead out your aching muscles with his massive paws.

But all of that was for later. For now?

You had a full eight hours of training ahead.

Good luck, Y/N.

“No.”

“Wuh- what the hell do you mean, no?! I haven’t said anything yet!”

“And the answer is still no, brat.”

This is the most frequent conversation you and Red Son seem to have, constant preemptive denial of whatever scheme you’re dreaming up.

He’s viciously protective of you, serving as an ever-vigilant guard. Not only is your every move tracked and monitored, but your actions are under constant and fierce scrutiny.

“I see you went to that cheese tea stall, Y/N. After I told you that you weren’t allowed to go.”

“Red, they moved it to the inner city! It’s way safer there, so all your arguments before don’t even matter anymore!”

“…hmph. I suppose I’ll let this slide, then. But I’m not going to be so merciful next time.”

Constant restrictions on where you go and what you do, which could theoretically be lessened to some degree, if only you’d just stop being such a damn fool.

To him, your actions are proof of immaturity, preventing Red Son from genuinely trusting you or letting loose the stranglehold grip he’s taken on your life.

To you? You are genuinely just trying to help the people you love, if a bit recklessly.

But Red doesn’t see it that way, and even when you try to make a convincing argument as to why he should, it’s promptly shot down.

So with debate and brute force both proving pointless in changing his mind, you switch to stealth and subterfuge instead. Expect to get caught about fifty percent of the time, then forced back inside and placed under lock and key.

He loves you, dammit! Why do you have to be so stupid?! Why do you have to try and sneak out?! Why can’t he love any other idiotic mortal around?!

Why does it have to be you?

Red Son can’t imagine that he’ll ever find out why he came to cherish someone as small and weak and stupid as you… but he does.

And since he can’t force himself to stop caring, he’ll just have to impose harsher and harsher restrictions until you finally submit to his care.

Maybe then he’ll finally be able to berate thoroughly talk you out of your heroic ‘delusions’. Maybe you’ll crack and break down, finally discouraged from your kindness.

Just this once, he’ll let you cry into his shoulder.

It’s the least he can do for the person he loves most.

Oh, this poor man. Weak ankles, frail body, fragile heart. You are not doing him any favors by acting recklessly.

“Y/N, NO! Put that down! You- you can’t just go around swinging random swords- stop spinning it!”

“It’s fine, Mister Tang! Mei’s been teaching me!”

“Teaching you to what?! Get yourself killed as quickly as possible?!”

Yeah, he’s constantly on the verge of falling apart. Given that the scholar genuinely just wants to keep you safe and sound, it’s absolutely nerve-wracking for him to deal with you.

Expect him to turn to the Noodlefam for help eventually. Given that they cherish Tang as much as he cherishes them, it’s not hard to rally them into lending him a hand.

He’ll speak to MK about the whole matter, talking him into keeping an eye out for you. He might even convince the young hero to whip up a clone to keep surveillance on you, trying it’s hardest to keep you out of trouble.

As for Pigsy, well… if Tang sees you as a child, let’s be honest- so does the chef. Man has a ladle locked and loaded for the backside of your head, and a sharp remand to go with the sting. “Enough messing around, Y/N! Put the damn sword down and help me with these dumplings already!” And at his words you reluctantly clamber down from the windowsill you were crawling over, settling back at the counter to help the porcine demon prep a meal.

All three of them together have zero issue with keeping you under control, but Tang is clearly the most dedicated here, and sometimes on his own in tending to the matter.

You have to sit through hours of scoldings and lectures. When he’s finally done trying to impart upon you why what you’ve done is dangerous, Tang sends you off to bed with his worried words ringing in your ears.

He’ll stop by to tuck you in, of course. Even when caught in the maddening throes of obsession is Tang kind, always looking to dote on you in some way.

There’s definitely worse people to be dealing with, at least.

[twsted-kinks]

TWST Monster AU Ideas (NSFW)

>ageless and minors dni<

IDK if I'm gonna do an AU where NRC is just filled with non-humans and MC is the only human or have a completely different setting where it's basically fantasy village filled with the TWST boys but monsters. For beastmen basically just give them animal heads and like... Fantasy beastfolk. Same with mers they're basically the same but more monster features.

Either way I want thoughts on what monsters each guy would be

Riddle - Centaur- based off competitive/show horse

Ace - Satyr (maybe make shortstack for size diff)

Deuce - Rabbitfolk/half rabbitfolk? (Shortstack?)

Cater - Slime/ooze (Can do the duplication spell but not because he just splits himself)

Trey - Minotaur

Leona - Lionfolk/Leonin

Ruggie - Hyenafolk/Gnoll

Jack - Wolffolk/worgen

Azul - Octomer but big/kraken?

Jade & Floyd - Eel mer but more monsterous (more teeth and creepier)

Kalim - Harpy (parrot or bird of paradise based)

Jamil - Naga (definitely keeping the hypnotism)

Vil - Incubus ;)

Rook - Bugbear/firbolg/troll idk something big with a tail and some tusks mayhaps

Epel - fairy/pixie (even more size difference)

Idia - Ghost

Malleus - Dragon (basically the same but humanoid form is glamour and still he has lots of scales and his tail and wings and of course horns)

Lilia - Bat monster (basically giant bat with some human-like features)

Silver - Centaur (based off work/war horse)

Sebek - Lizardfolk/Drake/Dragonborn/maybe kobold? (for size difference)

Neige - Angel

Che’nya - Catfolk/Tabaxi

Dire Crowley - Crow harpy

Divus Crewel - Human? Maybe breeds monsters like monster husbandry.

Mozus Trein - Human? Maybe also a monster fucker so monster fucker mentor? Or just the friend that judges your taste.

Ashton Vargas - Chimera/Manticore (looking like Beast)

Sam - Undead? Ghoul/zombie? A friend from the other side?

Please reply or send me an ask with your thoughts!

[artifacts-archive]

Amulet of the Goddess Sekhmet

Egyptian, Third Intermediate Period (about 1069–664 BCE)

With the head of a lion and the idealized figure of a woman, this amulet depicts a powerful ancient Egyptian goddess. Ancient Egyptians—both living and dead—wore amulets of gods and goddesses to bring protection and health. These included depictions of deities in their human, animal, or mixed forms. This amulet represents one of several goddesses who appeared in a hybrid leonine-human form, likely Sekhmet, a goddess of pestilence and divine violence. In Egyptian mythology, Sekhmet acted as the Eye of Re, the daughter and protector of the sun god, Re. She had the ability to make enemies fall sick or heal those who were afflicted, so she would have provided the wearer of this amulet with protection from disease and other dangerous forces.

[modifiedyincision]

I really like the panel where the winged lion is emerging from the book. It’s ALREADY been described as a demon and we’ve seen it by that point in its goat form but it coming out of the book looking like a leonine seraph.. love that

[wri0thesley]

(cw: yandere)

one of jing yuan's greatest qualities is his patience.

the title of general is, perhaps, one that brings to mind war-torn battles and a mantra of 'living whilst one can'. but though many jing yuan has known in his life no longer exist on any mortal plane, jing yuan himself remains stalwart in the face of the ticking clock. he lets people think of him as lazy; lets them think that he has softened with age, become too peaceful and too comfortable.

that is not true. he thinks. he plans.

and for the past who-knows-how-long, his plans and his thoughts have revolved around you. a distraction from the mundanity of his duties; somebody to think about, to dwell on, to imagine on long lonely nights--

with you, patience will pay off. you, too, have written him off - he is always kind to you, always has time for a smile and a quiet word or two though you think yourself beneath his notice. he has worked slowly out of you tidbits of your life - a bird lured forth by breadcrumbs. through half-lidded eyes and a quiet smile, he has taken in every item of clothing you wear to work and how it unfastens. that your eyes are ringed with dark shadows on tuesdays - monday is the publication day of your favourite periodical, and you stay up late to read it. you always stare longingly at mimi as if you want to pet it (there is a keychain dangling off your work bag in the shape of a simple cat; you have a weakness for soft, cute things. jing yuan thinks you rather soft and cute yourself). the route you take, to get to

things he can use. a starskiff accident on your way home, meaning you must stay at work overnight (he is only too quick to offer his office - the dozing general with a huge leonine pet has many places to rest, after all). when you wake in the early morning to see him crouched beside you, you take a great gasp in, eyes widening in surprise, and you lean away from his broad form.

"my apologies," he says, pulling back. "i quite forgot about you."

a careful lie, designed to put you at ease. this has proven to him - not quite yet. your piece on the chessboard is not ready for capture by his own at this precise moment in time.

that's alright.

he can wait.

[xphaiea]

Talismans for the Great Mother,

she of the earth,

of myriad vegetative forms,

roots that slumber and twist and twine

dark fruit that hangs heavy on the vine

She of the beasts

Fanged, clawed, furred

in the feral cloak of motherhood

wombs that quicken, blood and brine

verdant heart of leonine

•••

Made with recycled/reused textiles as well as a variety of threads, bone and glass beads, textured paints and varnished elements.

Comes in a decorated box with corn stalks and handmade label.

© XPHAIEA/Tom Cherry June 2024

[katyspersonal]

Tbh one of my favourite things about how SOTE effected Elden Ring fandom is that now everyone is talking about Fell God!! He was already a curious entity, but there was no much to work with besides giants worshipping him and borrowing power from him (apparently for a heavy cost, like sold soul tier heavy and deal is only broken by death).. and Marika killing him personally, even though Godfrey was there.

But like, Hornsent depicting him as heraldic sun, and heraldic sun is ALSO a symbol of the "guidance" to curse the entire Golden Order that Dung Eater once saw? Fell God's main incantation also taking a form of an orb, that in retrospective does feel like a mini sun, not unlike mini moons of Carian spells? Godfrey champions using not only one eye imagery but also serpent imagery? Lore saying Marika plucked out Messmer's eye (singular), behind which serpent lived, when Fell God was also "malformed" and one-eyed? Fell God's curse giving people red hair (Fire Monks and Arghanthy, not just Fire Giants and Radagon) when Messmer's curse does the same (his Fire Knights having red hair and body malformations like his, save for Queelign)? Also that sun depiction by Hornsent gave him crucible (horns) of course, but if Leonine Misbegotten are of any indication, red mane is ALSO a very strong crucible aspect? Everything became SOOOOOO much more interesting FFJGHFIGHTN

I just think it's cool that a character who just looked to be like one of Fromsoft's many just-mentioned nobodies without further elaboration ended up tying many things together after DLC! They did this AGAIN, those madmen xD

[thegingerwrites]

Wip Wednesday- lifeguard edition

Working on editing a fic for @obikinlifeguardau

“That was rather impressive,” Obi-Wan says as he steps in closer. “I don’t think I’ve ever had the chance to see you in your element like that.”

Anakin swept down the beach like a god or an avenging angel. Moving before anyone else even had eyes on the man struggling beneath the waves, diving beyond the breakers in one long, lean line. It was the fulfilment of every stray thought Obi-Wan has had about the man over the last month, what it would be like to see all of that coiled, muscular, leonine strength unleashed and called into action.

“You as well,” says Anakin. “I didn’t know you were that kind of doctor. He was lucky you were there.”

Generally, Obi-Wan isn’t that kind of doctor. He hasn’t had to think beyond his specialization in years. But Qui-Gon’s insistence on emergency medical training as a teenager coupled with a strong memory of his medical school studies left him with a confident sense of what needed to be done.

“We made quite the team,” Obi-Wan says.

“We sure did.” Anakin shakes his head like he needs to clear water from his ear. “I wasn’t sure what to make of you when you first stepped in like that. When was the last time you had to perform CPR?”

“Not for ages. But I’m familiar enough with the recommended procedure and your form was absolutely textbook from what I remember, really well done.”

Anakin ducks his head in an incredibly boyish display of modesty. And yet there is something dark in his eyes, a knowing sense of his own ability, in every sense of the word. He runs a hand through his hair, tousling golden curls. “I just wanted to make sure he was alright.”

“I’m sure he will be.” They both know better than to make promises they can’t keep but Obi-Wan can’t help but praise him. Surely, no one could have done more for that man than Anakin.

“Would you—” Anakin’s confidence flares suddenly before faltering. He steels himself, looks Obi-Wan in the eyes, and tries again. “Do you want to come back to the guard house and shower off? They're a little more private than the main ones and we’re both covered in sand.”

“Rather an expected consequence of being at the beach.”

“Yeah, I hate it.” But Anakin is still looking at him expectantly. Can he really—? Is he asking for what Obi-Wan thinks he is?

There is only one way to find out.

[transfemrecusant]

okay so not to be a huge nerd but ive been getting a lot of rbs on my siphonophore post talking about how it resembles the elden beast from elden ring - and it does!! but this is also where i reveal that im a huge nerd and have considered the design of the elden beast a lot in my runs platinuming the game and my recent attempts to 100% in seamless co-op with my girlfriend :3

so, while the elden beast being a siphonophore does make thematic and design sense (especially with the idea of the law of regression in mind- all things yearn to become one, as a siphonophore is many things that are also one!) but my main theory is that the elden beast is actually a nudibranch sea slug!!

so first im just going to show a couple of photos that i think show off the design aspects particularly well :3

this one, i feel, shows off the basic shape and how it translates into the elden beast veryyyy well. additionally, the gills are taking on a very tree-like shape- a design we see in the elden beast though this species lacks numerous ceras

here we see a nudibranch with a ton of cerata- the little tentacle things on this guys body :3 though the elden beast doesn't have this many, they seem to very much line up in appearance.

this one's a stretch- but it's appearance when it flies during the elden ring attack always reminded me of these guys 🥰

my last one to show off- the hooded nudibranch. the tree like texture in the ceras and the gold nerves running through lines up exactly with the elden beast :3

So, what does this mean?

i highly, highly doubt that the design being based off of a sea slug is just a, "that looks cool" thing. so how does this line up thematically?

firstly, i find it important to mention that nudibranches are pretty much parasitic. to eat something they latch onto it and begin eating, though keeping the stinging cells of it's prey to defend itself. to this extent, this lines up with the Golden Order's takeover of the lands between - the Erdtree parasitically latching onto the Greattree, taking those who once fought for it for their own. it's important to note here that the Crucible Knights served under Godfrey while he was Elden Lord- not before, and the misbegotten (specifically the leonine ones) seem to bear connection to Radagon, insofar as one bearing the Golden Order Greatsword and knowing incantations of the Golden Order. The Erdtree ate away at it's prey, while keeping it's stingers for itself.

Secondly, the reproduction aspect. Nudibranches are simultaneously male and female- an idea that is translated into the earthly form the elden ring was stored into, the dual beings Marika and Radagon.

Additionally, nudibranches are known very well for not possessing shells, though this isn't quite true for it's larval state- many nudibranches possess shells up until adulthood- perhaps emblematic of the beast shedding the form of Marika/Radagon to fight you.

Of course like always there's probably more to this idea that I'm not picking up on, and if anyone has any further theories I'd love to hear them :3 this is just my autism brain rambling after rotating it in my head all day.

[ambyandony]

Narancia Ghirga - Monster AU Profile

Narancia Ghirga, a mischievous shapeshifter with reckless habits, undying loyalty, and a shaky sense of belonging.

Preface about species type:

This post will be introducing many polymorph-related vocabulary terms which will be included in the Monster AU 'dictionary'; you don't need to worry about getting confused, because I'll stick with layman's terms for the most part, I'm just including the more formal terms for fun and fake education. They are all words I made up.

Narancia's a bit of a special case; his specific classification is unknown, making him fall into the special category of tochnopolymorph (TOECH-no-paw-lee-morf), also known as a non-specific shapeshifter (NS3), or 'true polymorph'. There are many, many different 'breeds' of polymorphs, but they often have defining features, a true form, set forms, and/or a different classification (such as zooanthrope, selkie, Diego Brando, etc.).

Narancia, however, is one of the types that do not fit into a known further specification. Though he has a natal form (protomorph) that is usually assumed to be his 'true form', Narancia is versatile and does not have a 'true form' (as he's never defined one for himself), only a default; his default form is the same as his protomorph. He can change any physical aspect of himself to a certain extent and can transform into anything provided it isn't too big (as accumulating significantly more matter into his being spontaneously is not generally within the extent of his capabilities, and usually transforming beyond his own mass involves fucking around with internals and is just in general kind of really horrifying).

Note that the rules that apply to Narancia do not apply to all polymorphs, or even all tochnopolymorphs, necessarily.

His clothes stay with him when he shifts, but whether this means that; 1. his clothes are actually a part of his body, 2. he internalises his clothes when he shapeshifts, and then externalises them when he returns to human/protomorph or, 3. some other bullshit; is unclear.

Details related to Polymorphism:

His tail, which is somewhat feline, leonine, or heraldic unicorn-like, is prehensile, meaning it can grab and hold things. It can also extend and shorten at will, though it gets less bushy at the end the longer it gets.

He has tapeta lucida. His eyes are reflective when light shines on them, but they also seem to glow in the dark somewhat.

Could trans his gener in any way at any time he wants to. Except legally. He presumably generally doesn't. But he could. And if he does. It's none of our business.

Many of his theriomorphs (animal forms), such as cats and dogs, have black fur since that's the colour of his hair, and purple eyes, which is a risk to give him away, as the colour is unusual. When questioned about the giveaway, he says, "I'm a shapeshifter, not a fucking chameleon!" However, his ability to imitate other humanoids to a semi-convincing degree, including the all-around-pale Pannacotta Fugo, suggests there are probably other factors involved.

If given enough time, he, like most tochopolymorphs, can regenerate any sort of piercing damage (like cuts, stabs, and bullet wounds). Polymorphic regenerative 'invulnerability' reportedly "does not extend to fall damage"; and may not recover a major pierce through the heart, as they don't have the time to heal it because they are dying right fucking now!!

It's important to note that if something is removed, it would take significantly more effort to restore it, as it would likely require him to redistribute his remaining mass to keep his shape, so if he lost an arm, he'd have to sacrifice some height to restore the arm.

This is only a temporary solution, because even though this method allows him to retain his shape, his missing mass still should be restored, particularly because if it's not, then the arm will still be missing in protomorph, which is activated by instinct.

A lehkomorph, or simple formshift, is a shift into a form that isn't too different from the protomorph, such as Narancia's human-passing form(s). A vazkomorph, or complex formshift, is a shift into a form that's significantly different from the protomorph, such as most theriomorphs and animal forms. Impersonation transformations (simulaforms) are either-or depending on the case; transforming into a small child would be considered a complex formshift due to a difference in general structure.

It's hard for Narancia to maintain both a complex formshift and Aerosmith at the same time. When he retains an animal form, it can be a challenge to summon, control, or use his Stand ability. Whether this is a focus issue, a hypothetically common trait for polymorph Stand Users, or something else, it's hard to say.

Transforming into something too big generally leaves him very sore when he changes back, and he can be quite whiny about it, but, as you'll learn in a bit, the whining... may or may not kinda be warranted. Overuse of shifting capabilities is also known to commonly cause soreness and sometimes dislocations or deformations as the body forgets how to put itself back together properly. Shapeshift responsibly.

To properly redistribute his size, when taking a much smaller form, sometimes 'mass-carriers' need to be formed to store the extra mass less conspicuously; if he were to take a child form, he might have to form with longer hair or a "backpack".

Larger forms usually require the opposite - as gross as it is, a form that is significantly larger usually requires internal mass to be redistributed, meaning that he would probably externalise and/or compress his own organs, which is generally incredibly painful and often very unhealthy; this should only be performed in dire circumstances, and even then, should generally be avoided, because it can be life-threatening.

There is some leniency; Narancia taking the form of an inconspicuous kitten but transforming into a properly-sized humanoid form breaks this restriction, and there are other exceptions, though he generally tries to keep his mass consistent. Taking a smaller form with no mass-carriers usually results from mass-shedding, which can be done voluntarily but is unpleasant. Mass restoration is the harder step of the process, but usually is aided by eating. This is likely the reason that Narancia was able to regain his humanoid form once he’d eaten.

The current only known case study of one of the most horrifying shapeshifter afflictions: form decay! (Bi: Thanks a lot, Prosciutto. Really glad I had to be a part of that)

Though able to regenerate physical damage well, things such as illness, immune issues, and infection are a different matter, as they are things he is unable to control, and they can be very severe for him. He was susceptible, and it culminated in the eye infection.

Though he is a polymorph with no technically set form, his protomorph is very distinctive and suggests something more species-specific. In particular, most of his features appear feline in some capacity, his face especially, not to mention his mannerisms and body language, which are quite catlike.

There may be some implication that the frequent morphing contributes to jaw pain or discomfort that Narancia seems to alleviate by chewing, biting, or eating things he is really not supposed to have in his mouth—like he's teething.

Details about Narancia:

Has a bad habit of slinking around in the dead of night, going into other people's rooms and then promptly fleeing upon waking them up. Cryptid behaviour.

Smug, somewhat childish, and thinks he's SO cool with his shapeshifting. Look, just... let him have this

Likes to just slightly change his appearance to mess with people and see how long it takes them to notice as a prank. Usually, he does this with Mista because he knows he can get away with it. Fugo fell for it at first but when he caught on he started to get mad about it. Just because it's annoying and distracting.

He also used to impersonate Fugo just to mess with him, but it freaked Fugo out, so he stopped doing it because it stopped being as funny when Fugo was scared rather than angry. Narancia never figured out why it scared him so much. Fugo gets twice as freaked out about it post-Pompeii arc. For some reason.

Impersonating Fugo around the others worked at first, but they could usually figure out if it was Fugo or Narancia by speech patterns and body language. Even when he tries to speak like Fugo, Narancia's tone gives him away.

But also, to save time, if they look at the face, they can tell practically right away if it's Fugo or Narancia. Narancia has some form of prosopagnosia—face blindness—so he can never mimic the face quite right (short of copying someone's face while he's staring at it), and something always looks noticeably wrong. He generally distinguishes people by their hair, scent, and voice. He's not completely unable to distinguish the way someone's features look, so he can replicate them if he's looking at them, but as soon as he's not looking, he is unable to recall what someone looks like or recognise someone's face. He doesn't recognise Bruno with his hair down and sometimes struggles to recognise Mista without his hat on.

Absolutely touchstarved (e.g. desires cuddling and petting) but he's a bit awkward about it, especially when it comes to physical affection with other men (very 'no homo' vibes), although he is sort of willing to display physical affection with Mista more openly because it's a 'bro thing' (it is not a bro thing). To remedy this oxymoronic situation, Narancia usually assumes his cat theriomorph when seeking affection, in which he feels less weird about receiving affection and the others feel less weird about petting him.

Regarding the street kids Narancia used to run with before he got arrested, it's a fair assumption to make that they knew Narancia wasn't human and (whether themselves a pack of juvenile werewolves or just a group of humans) hung out with him like he was a more-or-less normal person, and that's why he wanted to run with them. They let him feel like he fit in, which is something he'd struggled with his entire life due to a lack of exposure to any of his own kind, leading him to be unsure if he could ever belong anywhere.

Because he could be anything and transform himself in any way, he wasn't sure that any identity he gave himself was really his or if he was just conforming to what other people wanted. He didn't know how to be "himself", but running with the street kids at least gave him something, a name for himself, a place to belong, maybe a role to fill that wasn't just 'whatever they need at the moment' (though he certainly did a lot of that). But "Bro" was mostly just using him because his shapeshifting abilities were really useful and really convenient for framing him.

Fugo happened upon a sickly, injured kitten on his way to Libeccio's one day. He picked the kitten up despite better judgement, having sympathy for the tiny creature, and, despite the biting and scratching that his poor arms sustained, brought the kitten to Buccellati. They gave the kitten a little bit of food, and when they left it alone in a room for five minutes while they tried to figure out what to do about it, they came back in to find a scruffy boy halfway fallen off a chair, and no kitten to be seen. The rest of Narancia's backstory proceeds as normal, except that Fugo goes fucking ballistic at him because he, a creature with complex cognitive function, fucking bit him!!! Voluntarily!!! That's so fucked up!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!

Giorno stole his gender and that's why he's canon lesbian of the day

Likes... being pet on the head... but will punch you in the jaw if you try. Unless he wants you to do it. he's very fickle...

Has a nasty case of undiagnosed ADHD and/or something else, probably made slightly worse by the fact he's inhuman and thus already has some pretty odd tendencies. Struggles to sit still, hyperfixates yet struggles to focus (particularly in an academic environment), has some sensory issues and has a severe need to be stimming in 90% of his waking moments. His favourite style of stimming seems to be spinning things, including pocket knives, pens, and Aerosmith's propellers. The way he spins pens shows a very very impressive dexterity.

Seems to always have about 12 pocket knives on his person at any one given time. You take one knife away from him and he pulls another out of his fucking shoe and shanks you in the gut. Allegedly has 3 knives under his pillow, as he warned Limbo.

Incredibly expressive. His lack of a definite form allows his body (especially his ears, in his protomorph) to reflect his expression or mood to a much greater extent than a human's could. In the case of his ears, it's very much like cat body language.

The ORIGINAL catboy. Step aside, True Catboy Ghiaccio and Semantic Catboy Tiziano! I don't care that hes not a cat!!! shut the fuck up!!!!!

he does hiss at people

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Hi! I dunno if this has been requested already but could we please get a platonic Yandere Azure Lion and MK? I can’t really think of a plot except for maybe Azure taking MK away so he can be “safe”.

Indigo Ephialtes

“Have you never had a nightmare before, cub?”

There’s concern and curiosity in that voice, both in multitudes. Each word drips with worry, paired with a powerful stroking up and down MK’s back.

The teen can’t bring himself to respond, of course. He’s too much too busy wiping away tears and trying to forget about the grim visions that have endlessly plagued his mind for the last month. Every night brings a new twisted scene, one that leaves MK shaking and sweating, fighting back tears while staring at the ceiling and praying for it to collapse across his quivering form.

He never use to have nightmares.

Not unless sickness had settled beneath the skin and plagued him with virulence. It was only when MK had to sit and stew that his brain was allowed to run wild with nauseating thoughts and putrid fears, chilling his skin worse than any cold ever could.

He’d wake up thrashing- throwing punches and picks to shadow-box enemies that existed only in the hazy corners of his worn eyes. And in every ‘fight’, he was to lose. MK would collapse to the floor in short order, sobbing into hands that he had beaten bloody against the headboard of his bed.

Those were the nightmares he grimly dreamt.

Back when Mei was a call away and would spend the whole night talking him back to calmness. When Pigsy would trudge upstairs with a fresh bowl of noodles and a handful of bandages. When Mr. Tang would soothe him back to sleep with an old story.

But his family isn’t here right now, are they?

“-ub. Cub. Cub, are you- MK!”

The teen snaps from his daydreams, ripped from the pleasant and warm thoughts of his family and the tenderness they provided.

“MK, my little cub, I’ve been talking to you for a while now. Were you… simply not listening?”

Disapproval in some small measure, negative ideations blooming in Azure’s ever-delusional mind.

The mere idea that his ‘cub’ might to some small degree reject even a mote of his fatherly love has started a snowball effect before. One little negative thing builds to a crafted tower, then the leonine beast topples it with his own inability to see truth and reason.

And then MK spends the rest of the day ‘grounded’, locked up tight in his room and cut from the few possessions that his unwanted caretaker saw fit to garnish the room with.

“No,” he chokes out, the lie thick and clumsy on his tongue. Azure raises an eyebrow, considering but not quite convinced. So then the boy sees fit to grinds out the one word he’s come to hate more than any other: “Papa.”

That is something that the lion takes at face value, every last time he hears it. Pulling it from MK’s mouth is harder than pulling teeth, so he cherished every moment that those two syllables left the boy’s lips.

“Of course not,” he coos, stroking the teen’s hair. It’s unsettling, how sharply the cyan creature changes his mood. But he’s in a better one now, all for a single word he longs to hear again and again and again. “You’re a good cub, hmm? You would never ignore me simply for the sake of it, would you?”

“No,” the teen lies again.

“You’re a much better cub than that,” the lion agrees, leaning down to nuzzle MK’s cheek, “and you’re too polite and sweet to lie to your papa.”

Already, the miasma of pervading delusion settles deep, reinforcing Azure’s beliefs.

MK is his perfect little cub. He’s the only one who can keep the boy safe.

“Now, cub… let’s talk about your nightmare, hmm?

His friends, face-down in puddles of mud. His family, ripped limb from limb and left to rot. Fertile dirt stained to speckled cinnabar.

“…just saw s-something…”

Messed up is what he wants to say. But the lion responds far better to MK playing along with the ‘helpless child’ act. So he finishes with a delayed “scary” instead, leaving Azure to sympathetically coo and bring the boy into his powerful arms.

MK wants to hate this. So badly, he wishes that the hug was painfully tight, or that Azure’s blue fur was rough to the touch. Any reason to hate it, to hate the comfort and warmth sinking deep into his skin from the cuddle.

But he can’t. There’s not even one thing wrong with it. The lion is well-versed in skinship and closeness, and is especially gentle with those he cherishes.

MK wishes this felt worse. He wants Azure to be awful and monstrous and demonic- it’d be easier to hate him. He wants to hate the Celestial rebel with all the heart he can muster.

But it’s getting harder and harder with each week in captivity. The leonine revolutionary is gentle, is kind, is genuine.

And with nothing he can do to slip free, MK gives himself to tears once more, allowing the throes of agony from his blood-seeped dream to break him down entirely.

After all, he knows that Azure will provide unconditional comfort and protection.

Whether he wants it or not.

(Was super hyped to get this request, ngl!)