#love that Gender Ass Feline

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

YOU BETRAYEDRDDED ME 😰😰😰😰

(Voted fat louie)

He's FAT LOUIE he's big he's round he will live in a repurposed firehouse he will live in Genovia he just wants food and snuggles. The original no braincell famous cat.

[enb-y]

↬ ROTTMNT BOYS FINDING OUT THAT READER OWNS A KITTEN

rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles.

request: ❝ hello, can i request headcanons where the rise turtles react to the reader having a pet kitten? platonic or romantic, i don't mind, and gender neutral pronouns please ^^ ❞ — anonymous.

warnings: mentions of ticks, deworming, ringworm, fleas, mild swearing, unedited. could be read as platonic or romantic.

characters: raphael, leonardo, donatello, michelangelo.

writers note: cats, my all time favorite menace. I actually have one— well, that felon is my sisters, but I take care of her like she’s my damn cat. (sigh, I miss my cat 😔)

readers pronouns are not mentioned nor included.

*◌ೃ࿔ ┆RAPHAEL.

✶ raphael, the one who adores animals of all creatures. although, some of them don’t even like him half the time. most likely do to fear, or simply he’s not their kind of guy. raph is quite the scary and intimidating guy, yet he’s a major softy inside that scary shell. so, the first thing he does is try to smother the kitten, okay not too literally. however, in a more mature manner, he does try to help you with the kitten, especially if you just got it.

✶ raph will help you bathe the kitten if you find it off the streets. he highly recommends you to take it to the vet to see if it has any major issues, and he’ll definitely help you find the siblings and mother, that’s only if it’s not abandoned.

✶ he's really gentle with the kitten, especially knowing his size and strength. the kitten is smaller than his damn hands. he loves animals, he thinks he’s some kind of animal whisperer, snow white headass. let’s not forget to de-flea it, he will not help you pluck you out the ticks. he’s afraid of doing something wrong and the bug's head getting stuck inside the poor animal's skin.

✶ he’s fine with helping you remove the flea’s from its fur and putting medicine on it, but he will never pluck goddamn ticks from it. he does not fuck with them. and knowing that they also suck on anything that has blood? he’s good, he’ll have nightmares though.

*◌ೃ࿔ ┆LEONARDO.

✶ leonardo thinks kittens are cute. but he’ll only like them if they feel the same way about him. he’ll most likely back off if he sees or hears a cat hissing. he does not fuck with grumpy ass felines, sure they’re cute, but he does not care. leo likes kittens and he would like to have one, yet he can’t, because all the kittens and cats that he and brother brought home all tried to have their dad as their meal. which, of course, got them gradually kicked out of the sewers.

✶ leonardo definitely tries to help you with your animal, especially if it’s a stray. he’s had his fair shares of beef with stray animals and he’s won every single battle. (no he didn’t, he ran away.) he highly recommends you to get the animal checked for any worms and other issues that it may have. not only that, he’s cautions and he doesn’t want you nor himself catching ringworm.

✶ he probably steals cat food for you, since he can’t be seen by humans and all that junk. but if you’ve bought the kitten from someone, he’s definitely smothering the kitten. he’ll think of it as his child, the single child that he’s always wanted. leo likes animals, to a certain extent, and he’s aware of the responsibility of taking care of an animal, especially a kitten.

✶ leo is more than willing to help you out with it, just ring him up and he’s there in a flash, literally. leonardo thinks that cats are cute and fluffy. he likes their purring and how they swipe toys around with their paws.

*◌ೃ࿔ ┆DONATELLO.

✶ honestly, I see donatello as a cat person. he likes their independence and quietness. although he’s aware of how loud they can get and would literally knock just about anything off your desk. but other than that, he likes cats. when he heard that you had just gotten a kitten. he wants to immediately know if that kitten is healthy and to see a vet if it’s a stray. it isn’t surprising that he’s awfully gentle with said kitten.

✶ he’s there with you when you’re picking it up and he wants to hold it the moment you get it, because he said so. this guy absolutely loves cats, he thinks they’re cutest shits on the planet.

✶ he tells you which brand of food is good for the kitten and what litter you should use and what type of litter box you should also get for it.. which some of them are quite expensive. not too worry, he’ll find a way to get you those nice things for your little kitten who will grow up to be spoiled.

✶ he gets toys for the kitten and would love it if the kitten laid on his lap as he pets it. the only thing he doesn’t like is shedding, he doesn’t like things sticking to his clothes that he decides to wear during that day.

*◌ೃ࿔ ┆MICHELANGELO.

✶ he’s also someone who loves animals. he watches enough videos about animals and non-domesticated cats, which he does not like watching all the time, for good reasons too. he literally would help you take care of it, because he wants to and he likes to spend time with the little kitten. he doesn’t care where you gotten it from he just thinks it’s cute to watch over, especially since it’s small and playful.

✶ he’s definitely been scratched and bitten by it. he forgave it because it’s just a baby and they almost always acted out during those ages. if it’s a baby where it still needs a bottle and it’s been abandoned or the mother isn’t around anymore, he’ll take care of it for you if you can’t do it on those days when you’re busy.

✶ he doesn’t really care too much about the shedding that cats do, he keeps those sticky rollers around to take off the fur before he returns home from spending time with you and the kitten.

✶ this guy squealed when he saw the kitten laying on its bed. his first instinct was to hold it. mikey loves animals, so whatever you bring home, he’s the first one, other than his brother raph to hold it and pet it, because he said so. he also adopted it along with you and helps you with feeding and treatments, that’s only if the little one has any, and bought it treats and whatnot.

end - I finally did it. I’ve finally finished this. this has been sitting in the drafts for, not too long, I think. but I’m just glad to have this done, but I’m sorry you had to wait a while for me to finish this. it’s 5:23am so ima try to go to sleep, gm everyone.

[cerezzzita]

🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Confessions features Alcohol (Sometimes) ✦ Dante x gn!Reader

⌕ summary: Dante and alcohol could be like water and oil — under no circumstances should they mix. Yet, at that night, it seems he's up to something with that drunk, big mouth of his.

notes: my god I'm nervous asf. um, hi y'all, guess who's back at writing after almost full 5 months of hiatus? that's right, we're back in action! i finally finished this little, silly oneshot that was rotting in my docs for... 7 months? geez, me and my lazy ass. anyways! i hope you all enjoy the reading! i wrote this with 4dante in mind but honestly, it can be any Dante, it's up to your imagination <3

⋆ 08/07/23 edit: i forgot to mention, but this fic was born thanks to this writing prompt, i just couldn't found it easily hehe

♡ word count: 1.125

♡ tags: fluffy, gender-neutral reader, no use of pronouns or reader's appearance description (you/yours used only), mentions of alcohol, drunk Dante (and he's sooo soft), Dante might be ooc sorry in advance, love confessions.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Dante and alcohol could be like water and oil — under no circumstances should they mix. Truth be told, specifically that night was not one where you enjoyed a patient mood, especially with the drunken Devil Hunter lying on the worn leather sofa and every half minute calling you and even dropping occasional flirtations. You were now in the kitchen, dedicating yourself to washing a considerable amount of dishes while from the corner of your eye you watched Dante, posture still relaxed and with a smile easily more dancing than usual, making sure that he wouldn't do anything that would mean usual danger for a person guided by the lack of sense that alcohol usually provides. However, the brief thought swept out of your mind; it was Dante. The man had a natural, bizarre attraction to danger. 

That's when the handsome half-demon shook his head, his clear, icy-colored irises glazed over your back-to-back figure. Dante pouted for not getting the attention he wanted so much, then opened his mouth and verbalized his need.

"Babe," he began, loud enough that his voice scrambled from earlier hours' whiskey filled the short distance between them. You, however, sighed, determined to ignore him until he fell asleep from some miraculous, alcoholic effect.

Which was definitely not a good choice. Dante hated being ignored.

"Baaabe..."

"What is it now, Dante?" you answered over your teeth. He whimpered at such harshness.

"Don't be like that, loveee," he whined through his tone, "You're being a big meanie to me today, y'know that?"

"A meanie? Me?" your heels pivoted so that you were now facing him, one hand on your hips and your brow forming an arc of curiosity. "Why?"

Dante sipped the rest of a bottle of Jack Daniels, exhaling audibly at the end. Once again his typical smile grew at the corners of his mouth; you gulped, blinked and woke up to your somewhat glassy-eyed state attached in the Devil Hunter.

What exactly would it take for a man like Dante to be so attractive?

"Because I want attention," he replied, a simple retort that made the inside of your chest heave and your hand on your waist falter. Dante, although drunk, seemed to notice this act and widened the left corner of his feline smile even more. "And you're being a meanie 'cause you're not paying attention to me. Come here, sugar… I want smoochies."

At other times, you would chuckle and brush it off. It was common for you to deal with the half-demon on these alcohol-soaked nights, whether they were made up of flirtations and jokes or tears and outbursts — a part of you, even if momentarily, was grateful for the night's choice to be the first alternative. But something in Dante's tone alerted the part that was costing your frustrated attempts at concealment, the very same part that just now stirred just by witnessing his smile and the permanent gaze on you.

It didn't take that much clairvoyance to see the obvious: you were undeniably in love with Dante. A passion that you swore was, somehow, one-sided.

Your impatience melted away and the silence permeating the air of the place became metamorphic; from casual to uncomfortable. Dante tilted his head, waiting for an answer from you. You sighed, returned your focus to the last dishes and resigned yourself to drying them as a form of slight distraction.

"Dante, you're drunk."

He laughed briefly between words, "Tell me something I don't know, angelcake."

"You're talking nonsense."

"Maybe. But I still want some smoochies… Unless you don't want them, it's fine by me."

Once your work with the dishes was duly finished, you once again looked over your shoulder at him. Dante's lids drooped as the silent minutes passed by, his voice quieting, silver strands trailing across the back of the couch as he laid his head down. He was finally falling asleep.

You approached the half-demon's sleeping figure, uttering a 'tsk, tsk' which elicited a small chuckle.

"What do I do with you, Dante?"

The end of this night would be like that of many others, it would be up to you the arduous mission of putting Sparda's beautiful son to bed. Arduous for he certainly wasn't the lightest of beings and even though the habit made it look easy, your human muscles totally begged to differ.

Grunting as you struggled to carry him bridal style, you climbed the stairs to the top floor and with a little sacrifice managed to open the door to Dante's room. Before leaving him on the bed, babbling came directly from him, who now accommodated his face in the crook of your neck.

"Y'know, you're amazing…"

Subtly taken aback, you choose to listen to what the sleepy Dante had to say — for curiosity and for the unique, strong beat your heart emitted.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. You're also beautiful, and smart, and funny, and hot…" from there, you became hot with embarrassment as Dante's voice wakes up again, "You're so much fun! Man, no wonder I'm in love with you."

Your heart, happy and passionate, fluttered inside your ribcage. Your eyes wanted to pop out of their sockets. The surprising, heated euphoria altered your body temperature. Your arms softened like a sweet pudding, swaying and unconsciously allowing Dante to fall to the ground.

"... Ow..."

It wasn't possible, was it? Was it the illusions of the booze, or was Dante really in love with you too?

You gasped as you realized what you'd done, rushing to get the half-demon back in your arms in a fleeting act of trying to regain consciousness and collect all your agitated — but now happy — thoughts.

All right. Dante was known for many attributes, one of them was his frankness. And being drunk this same frankness was reinforced tenfold, in fact. There would be no reason for him to lie.

However, words like these had a huge impact.

You took a deep breath, carefully positioning Dante on the soft mattress and giving him one last look to make sure you didn't just lay him down and that he was comfortable enough. He mumbled as if he was in an argument with sleep, now lying face down on the bed. Your hand snaked into the untidy silver hair to pull it back from Dante's stunning face, your heart calmer and moving to a slower beat. You smiled, your eyes wryly drunk on the man's sleeping vision.

"Sweet dreams, daredevil."

You gave a shy peck on his cheek. Dante stretched a petit smile, and yours grew. Leaving the dark room, you headed for yours, even more wrapped in your feelings, which you now knew were reciprocated.

Quite a confession that could only have the signature of someone like Dante.

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Easy to Love, Easier to Betray (Part 2)

Pair: Tarquin x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: maybe ooc?, smut (I attempted gender neutral stuff), language

Summary: You had never been to the Summer Court before, but Rhysand finally gave in to your incessant bothering and brought you along with Amren and Feyre. Unaware of the real reason behind the Night Court's visit, you played your unknown role well and got along with Tarquin a little too easily. When the truth is revealed and people are betrayed, will anything be enough to bring two people back together? (Sort-of retelling of the Summer Court visit for half of the Book of Breathings and several events that followed.)

Note: this is my first time writing smut, so sorry it if it is complete ass, ;D

Also available: ao3

Read Part 1: Here

You kept your promise the following day, not wanting to disappoint Tarquin or even yourself. The liquid courage from the bottle of wine you'd consumed the night before had long-since faded, but the phantom heat of Tarquin's breath on your neck kept you from backing down from the opportunity to get to know the High Lord more. Your nerves caused you to take a few extra minutes that morning to get ready, which meant you missed the spread of breakfast that was most likely getting picked over by your Night Court company, but you wanted to look perfect.

There was no doubt that Tarquin seemed to want you as much as you wanted him, from the heated stares that seared your body and the desperate words that he'd scribbled on paper the previous night, but still you worried. He was a High Lord, despite how much he was teased for his age, and you were a spy. So many things could go wrong, but a sensual voice in the back of your mind reminded you that so many things could go right too.

“Going on a date?” Rhysand practically pounced on you the minute you stepped out of your room, his teasing mood overly compensating for the flash of disappointment that darkened his purple eyes for just a moment. He was dressed in his statement black with a feline smirk adorning his face as he sent a wink your way. “I knew something like this would happen.”

“I'm not sure I know what you're talking about. I don't have a date. I—” You gulped, knowing that any effort to lie would just be lost on your High Lord. He knew you long enough to see right past the bullshit, and you'd given him access to your mind too many times to think that this instance would be any different. “Tarquin requested my company for the day after our meeting. Is that a crime?”

“No,” Rhysand's grin only seemed to widen at your confession, “of course it isn't a crime. I hope you both enjoy yourselves. Besides, it'll give me a chance to get back in dear Feyre's good graces. She's upset with me, if you didn't know.” Well, that explains the disappointment.

As if she'd been listening in, a loud crash was heard from the room Feyre was still hiding in, and you both quickly found yourselves heading to the meeting room.

“Feyre was right.”

Tarquin quickly took notice of the gold jewelry adorning your body, the many rings, the layered body chains, and guided you to one of his court's treasure troves. The tour had been meant for Feyre, but Rhysand had whisked her away before she could even politely deny the offer once their talk of armadas and sailing had concluded. With your plan to already be Tarquin's for the day, you easily stepped in her place. The fae seemed so proud of himself at discerning an interest of yours that you didn't have to heart to explain that you only stepped out of your room that day dripping in jewelry for his enjoyment rather than your own.

As you stood in the center of the room, full of valuables beyond your belief, facing Tarquin while you held a box containing a necklace of black diamonds, you could almost swear that you felt a light tug deep within your chest. It was subtle, and you almost ignored it if the male opposite you hadn't twitched as if he himself also felt it. Tarquin wasn't facing you, but he looked over his broad shoulder to where you stood and assessed what you were holding. If Tarquin didn't deem the faint feeling as something worth talking about, then you wouldn't mention it either.

“What was Feyre right about? We've spoken about a great deal of things,” the male spoke as if Feyre was the last thing on his mind while in your presence, especially as he made his way to you. The closer Tarquin got, the smaller the room felt around you. You suddenly felt crowded by all the jewels and treasures, with nowhere to escape as Tarquin's broad body loomed over you. His height and stature made you scoff, but your breath hitched as a warm chuckle escaped Tarquin's lips. “Have I rendered you speechless already?”

Exhaling a long breath, you met his gaze before you spoke, “she told you that it would be easy to fall in love with you.”

“And you agree?” His fingers teased the ends of your hair, pulling at the strands only slightly enough to earn a gasp from you.

You didn't know if you wanted to respond. It would be so easy to give in, almost effortless, but that just meant it would be near impossible to pull yourself back.

Tarquin took your silence in and brought your focus back to him as his thumb and forefinger captured your chin. He kept you there, searching your eyes for what you truly wanted. “Y/N, answer me. Do you agree?”

“Yes.”

Relief caused Tarquin's shoulders to sag, but he was still standing strong as he thought out his next move. Slowly slotting his lips against yours, Tarquin gave one final chance to back away, to stop yourself from regretting this— him. His lips were as warm as the heated air of his court, and you didn't mind getting burned by them as you deepened the kiss. You both continued your sensuous dance of lips and teeth, and it was clear who was leading and who was following.

Tarquin could kiss you however he wanted to if it meant he continued to hold you up by the strong hands that had sneaked around your waist after they abandoned their gentle hold at your face. You never wanted to drown in the sea, but there in that moment with him trailing kisses from the corner of your mouth down to the sweet spot between your neck and shoulder, you wanted to drown in the ocean of power that lurked beneath the heated skin of the Summer High Lord. Tarquin had bewitched you with his kisses, surrendered you with his gentle nips, and commanded you with his soothing licks across the marks he made on your exposed skin.

His presence surrounded you, blocking out any thoughts you had about the pricelessness of the objects that were scattered around you and filling your head only with thoughts of him. “Pick anything here, and it's yours.”

Tarquin had only pulled away from your skin for a moment, long enough to say his peace before he continued his exploration across your upper body. It was maddening, and it took tremendous strength to form together a proper response that wasn't just moans and gasps from your enjoyment.

“Are you trying to buy my affections with jewelry?” Your voice was breathy as you scanned whatever part of the room you could from where you stood with your arms clinging to Tarquin's back and your knees threatening to buckle beneath you. “I have no need for more jewelry, but you might win the affections of my female friends with what you have hoarded here.” Always working, always scheming, Rhysand would be proud.

“Just the females? What would Rhysand fall for?” As your High Lord's name fell from Tarquin's lips, you gently pushed him away. Your lips were bruised and your body was buzzing with remnant electricity from your shared heated moment, but Rhysand's name and the change in topics tampered your needy mood.

“If you give in to Feyre's fancies, he'll be sure to follow.” Even a small distance between you had your thoughts becoming your own again. You no longer ached to be one with Tarquin, but a tether deep within you longed for something similar as it continued to grow taught. “The Cursebreaker has sway over him, but I'm sure you were already aware.”

“Fine,” Tarquin huffed, coming down from the desirous high that was building between you and playing the part of a High Lord once again. “I'll let you humor me. What should I gift Rhys' emissary?”

“This,” You drop the necklace of black diamonds that you had picked up again after being dropped onto the floor in the heat of the moment into his grasp, and cross your arms over your chest. You looked at his chin rather than his eyes as you continued, “she'll love it, and it might be enough to have her lobby for an alliance with you.”

“You wouldn't lobby one for me? Even after the intimate moment we've just shared?” Once more, Tarquin's free hand found your chin and pulled your focus to his own eyes. “That doesn't seem like the rumors I've heard about the Night Court. I thought seduction was how you lot found the higher ground to get what you want?”

“I don't mix business with pleasure, Tarquin. If one is what you want, then you'll forfeit the other.” You couldn't help but think that this is what Rhysand wanted from your presence on the trip. A distraction for the untested High Lord of the Sumer Court so his plot could unfurl without a hitch. It was never as simple as your old friend giving into your desire to visit a new court, and you were a fool to believe that for even a second. “Tarquin—”

“Good.”

“Good?”

“I pick pleasure.” Tarquin would have begged if that would've been what you needed to desire him the way he desired you. He would've dropped to his knees, which was quite a feat for the strong High Lord he needed everyone to believe he was. “I want pleasure, if you want it as well.”

It killed you not to let Tarquin in on your thoughts about why this budding relationship played right into Rhysand's hands, but you couldn't be bothered to as Tarquin guided you into another kiss and pulled you to the ground right in the middle of the treasure trove.

“I do.”

Tarquin took his time undressing you, first following your body from head to toe with his eyes, and then using his hands to strip you bare at an agonizingly slow pace. With the careful touches and gentle glances he gave you as more fabric came off, it was hard not to let your sighs come across as impatient rather than blissful. You needed him, and it was getting harder to ignore the heat pooling deep in your belly or the way your lower body visibly reacted to Tarquin.

Where other lovers might have teased you for your eagerness to be pressed against the cool floor under the weight of another's body, Tarquin only smiled. He enjoyed watching you squirm for more, for him to stop wasting precious time and just fuck you already.

“Tar—” His name was lost on the tip of your tongue as a whine ripped from somewhere deep in your throat. The frustration you were feeling, and hoping to warn the High Lord about, was replaced by immediate pleasure when Tarquin pressed a hand between your thighs.

You struggled to buck your hips against his hand for more friction, but Tarquin was already pressing down on your lower stomach to keep you flushed with the ground. He was in control, and you couldn't even arch your back off the ground to slide your chest against his.

This was torture, you thought.

“I'm not going to rush this, my little pearl.” Nudging your legs apart, Tarquin settled himself lower on your body between your thighs. His hands remained where they were, one pressed against your belly and the other cupping your aching sex. The parts of his skin that you could see stretched over his muscle enticingly and you tried again to buck up against him.

“I'm the only one naked. It puts me at a disadvantage.” You spoke around another whine as Tarquin slowly dragged his tongue against the aching spot that you needed him the most. With his head dipped to hover just above your hips, you reached with your fingers just enough to thread them through the high lord's white hair. With the long tresses of his hair caught between your fingers, you pulled against his roots to get him to reach your stare.

Tarquin obeyed your summons, moaning deeply as his half-lidded eyes lazily met yours. His tongue was still resting against your body in a sinful way, but he paused his ministrations to give you the attention you had pointedly called for.

“Strip,” Your demand began as a whisper, the noise almost caught in your throat at the sight of him, but you persevered. “I want to see you like how you see me.”

“Say please, pearl.”

“Please.”

Even though you asked for it, even though it was what you wanted, you hated every moment that Tarquin was disconnected from your body as he leaned back into a kneeling position on the floor. With the room lit by warm faelight, Tarquin had a golden halo of light casted around his body's silhouette. The sight was godly, especially as he shrugged off his clothes and bared his naked body to you. Tarquin was beautiful, and you would've told it to him over and over if he didn't take your breath away by reaching one of his strong hands down his body to stroke himself several times before crawling back over you.

“Are we even now?” His voice was like a caress and you shivered beneath him. You still had no words, so you only nodded as your cheeks flamed beneath his gaze.

Rather than going back to your waiting sex, Tarquin settled for pressing his body flush with yours. His wicked mouth was curved in a smirk and he was no longer the same High Lord you met the other day. Gone was the look of unease that had tried to hide behind a mask of shaken confidence, replaced by utter cockiness.

“I can feel you practically dripping against me. Tell me what you want. Beg for it.”

With no unnecessary fabric separating your warm bodies, you intimately felt every inch of skin that pressed against you. Still though, it wasn't enough for you. You need friction, you needed movement.

And if Tarquin wasn't going to give it to you, then you would take it for yourself.

You weren't Azriel's spy for nothing, you had the necessary skillset that the job demanded from you. With a brief moment to rally your strength, you forced Tarquin to the ground as you followed his movements by rolling on top of him. The look of surprise that had his eyes widening and mouth slightly agape was quickly replaced by a look of failing restraint as your ass began grinding against his stiff erection beneath you.

“I'm not in the mood for games, either you fuck me or I'll go find someone that will.” It was an empty threat. You wouldn't go find someone else. If anything, you'd just retreat to your own temporary room and take care of the dull ache between your legs yourself, but Tarquin didn't need to know that.

“Oh, is that right? I better do something about that then.” Tarquin brought his ebony fingers to your pouting lips and coaxed you into taking two digits into the warmth of your mouth with teasing coos. “That's it…good pet.”

Once his fingers were sufficiently covered in your spit, he pulled them from your mouth and trailed them down your body until he got to your waiting entrance.

Tarquin worked one finger into you, making quick work of opening you up little by little before he added another. He needed you to be ready to take him, to handle that pleasurable stretch that would slingshot you to ecstasy. To silence the moans that were being dragged from your throat as he scissored his digits deep within you, you leaned down and lost yourself in a heated kiss with the High Lord. You'd barely even begun, and you were already beginning to come undone around his experienced fingers. “Tarquin, I'm ready…just hurry up already.”

A dark laugh struck you right in the core as he leaned back on his supporting arm to look you over as you sat above him, riding his hand, desperate for more.

“Just remember, pearl, you asked for this.” Tarquin guided you off of his fingers and lap just so he could reposition you on the floor. You felt the bite of the cool floor beneath your naked body as your lover laid you out on your elbows and knees.

Your knees were kept spread apart by his own positioned between you, and your upper body arched as you felt light kisses trail from your neck down to the lower dip of your back. The brief intimacy was the only gentleness you were allowed before Tarquin thrusted back into you, picking an unforgiving pace that had you reaching for anything to steady you on the ground but coming up empty.

A strong hand found purchase on your fleshy hip, digging into the soft, glistening skin as another pressed your back into a deeper arch that gave him a better angle to drive into you from behind. His deep groans and your gasping breaths were the only noises that filled the treasure trove, and the smell of your sins mixed together amongst the jewels and other riches.

The two of you created a symphony, an orchestra made from two people, an untested High Lord and a gullible spy. Every time Tarquin's body snapped against yours, a moan was drawn from your slack mouth, and every time you clenched around Tarquin's cock, a quiver passed over his tense body. It was a game of call and response, and every response increased in intensity and volume the closer you both got to finding a tandem release. The lewd echoing of skin against skin was drowned by the guttural noises being pulled from one another.

“Tarquin— I'm..ah fuck.. I'm so close.” You tried reaching beneath your body to reach the point between your thighs that ached almost painfully, but Tarquin beat you there. The hand that had stabilized his frantic movements as he was pounding away into you snaked around to your front where he knew he would be able to drive you over the edge almost immediately.

“Come with me. Say my name, let your dirty fucking mouth scream my name for everyone to hear.” Though he whispered his words quietly against your ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin there, you heard every word. Tarquin's pacing seemed erratic now, no clear pattern being followed as he rutted against you.

You screamed out Tarquin's name as you splintered around his dick, his swift fingers relentlessly elongating the high that made you drunk on him. His release quickly followed your own, his hips slamming into you once more before stilling completely.

“Fuck, Y/N,” his voice was hoarse and he collapsed against your back to recover from the intensity of the orgasm you coaxed out of him.

Even as he stayed seated within you, his hilt flush against your rear, evidence of both of your releases trailed down your thighs and onto the floor beneath you. The two of you may have to take a few minutes to recover from that blinding high, but then you'd have to wear about cleaning the mess beneath you to erase any trace of your animalistic actions from the treasure trove.

And after that, you'd have to somehow face the members of both his inner court and your own, and deal with the consequences of your actions, whatever they may be.

[pinkdiamonddd]

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other varients!

Soppingcatthing is a gender relating to wet cats, cats taking a bath, cats in the rain, and sopping fucking wet felines

potential pronouns for this are cat/cats, meow/meows, kitty/kittys, wet/wets, sop/ping, and wet/cat!

coined by me (i love making weird ass genders)

[ludinusdaleth]

I like your art! I like your little quirks to Ludas design and I was wondering what appearance headcanons you have for Luda and Artagan?

thank you for enjoying my art! 💚 and thanks for asking

for artagan:

-obviously hes a bear in my head. hes fat post travelercon and has always been a deeply furry fae. he has intense fur in normal body patterns but also on his elbows, he has a chinbeard (this is sorta canon lol), etc. and hes large enough at least to have the most delicious love handles ever. still has the most pathetic ass ever seen on the planet

-also he has, in my head, gynecomastia (when cis men grow breasts). he has big furry tits. he really does not care from a gender pov about it, exandria wouldnt care and the feywild definitely wouldnt.

-his ears have a slightly rounded edge and might look the mildest tiniest bit phallic considering how long they are

-has a very lionlike appearance, not just in his hair. he just looks feline. he has cat eyes (canon?), fangs that sometimes jut out from his lip, claws, and a hint of whiskers.

-maybe around c3 hes starting to get a gray streak or two....?

-my idea for his height is 6'9, because it's the funny number.

for ludinus:

-his ears are long for an elf's. some may blame it on how old he is but it's largely because of the fae he consumes. they're also very scarred up; he decorates them in gold earrings often to enhance that look.

-he has claws, also from fae, but can pass them off as well-maintained nails.

-he's a somewhat wrinkly old man but you could argue his most prominent ones are his lip lines. they give away his age more than anything. also he has that little slight neck waddle some old men have, very cute trait to me honestly.

-his body weight is like shrodingers to me whenever i design him lol. in canon hes so skinny you can see his ribs and i think that tells a story and so see him that way. but i also like to imagine him with an old man paunch/tits and a slight double chin, especially if he ever healed.

-he has very light white body hair and a gray-black bush/happy trail.

-every inch of his body especially under his robes is scarred in some way. every part of him tells a story. an old healed scar under his eye, a once broken nose, as i said his tattered ears. crisscrossed lacerations along his back, a warped back from torogs poison. the canon way he needs a cane to walk, his dead hand of course, his neck. etc. etc.

-my idea for his height is about 6'4. even if his spine is absolutely fucked he refuses to let torog win and stands straighter than any soldier.

[selfindulgentpixies]

Satoru Gojo x GN!reader

A new home with you

I actually had a different idea for this fic but it took on a life of it's own. I may write a part 2 for it to actually get in the bit i'd set out to write in the first place. Reader was behind Gojo by a year in school and is now preparing to move in with him now that they're finished with school. Gender neutral reader, mentions of reader wearing glasses.

Your last year at Jujutsu tech as a student had been.. hectic, yeah, that's the word for it. Just as good as any other. It was strange standing in your nearly empty dorm room. It had started just as empty of course but as the years passed it had filled with proof of the life being lived by its inhabitant. Artwork plastered across the walls, a well loved bed set, art supplies perpetually in disarray on your desk and sometimes floor. There were also signs of the friendships you'd forged while there as well. A shelf full of various knickknacks, plushes on your bed, most of which were gifts. When a certain senpai had learned of your love of cats and how you missed having one he'd started buying various cat figures for you. It had started small but by the end of your time there an entire shelf had essentially been dedicated to your little feline army. Among your many photos there's one of him pulling you in for a picture looking particularly happy with himself, you're holding a white plush cat with big blue eyes he'd just gifted you for your seventeenth birthday.

You sit back on your haunches as you finish sealing off a box with said photo carefully packed away. Letting out a slow breath you bask in the memories of the room for a moment. You'd miss it. the late nights spent talking instead of studying, the tears, the laughter, the first time Satoru pulled you against him and laid the two of you down on the bed. You'd felt consumed by him even though to an outside perspective you were just cuddling. The memory has a biter edge because of the circumstances, you were taking comfort in each other and it was one of if not the first time he'd been so vulnerable around you.

A knock on the door. "You ready to go?"

You were so deep in thought that the man in question's voice nearly makes you jump out of your skin. Nearly. Instead you fall back on your ass from your crouched position and let out a yelp.

Satoru laughs as he walks over to you and leans down to help you back up. He pulls you to your feet, his dark glasses showing you your own heated face like little mirrors. "You're always so jumpy. You could give Utahime a run for her money you know."

You stick your tongue out at him briefly. "Shut up, Satoru. I was just lost in thought is all." Your eyes move away from him toward the box and then to your- the stripped bed and then back to him. You may not be able to see his eyes but you're fairly certain he followed your gaze about the room. After all he'd started spending time in here as well around the middle of his second year.

Even behind his glasses you're fairly certain you can feel his gaze burning into you. You go to open your mouth, feeling like you should elaborate. Before you can though he boops you on the nose, a fond smile starting to form on his lips. "You don't need to explain, I think i understand." Your mouth closes and you watch him turn and pick up the last box. "Let's get home, yeah? Don't wanna let the kids burn down the apartment."

That makes you laugh a little. "I mean they're good kids. Good enough kids to handle a year of your parenting alone."

"Hey! I'll have you know i'm an excellent parent." he sniffs in mock indignation.

"Uhuh, sure and-"

"You're going to be a good parent to them too, ___" His voice softens and your name is said with so much fondness your heart is about to burst.

You feel tears prick your eyes, not because of leaving behind one stage of your life, but because of the one you're moving onto. One you know will be filled with just as much comfort, sadness, love and all the other things that come with living a life worth living.

The rough pad of Satoru's thumb rubs over your soft cheek, "Hey now, I didn't want to make you cry." You blink rapidly to get the tears out of your eyes but make them splash against the lenses of your glasses. You give a watery laugh and pull them off so you can wipe at your face with the sleeve or your, or rather Satoru's sweater. "S-sorry, it's not a bad cry or anything. Just.. I'm a little overwhelmed i think."

The concerned furrow to his brow ease a bit at that and he leans forward to press his forehead against yours. "Don't worry, I'll be with you every step of the way."

You give a watery giggle and then gasp, "Satoru, careful!" You say as you realize how precariously he's holding the box in one hand so he could cup your face with the other.

He makes a surprised sound as the box slides from his grip and he just barely catches it before it can fall to the ground. You hear things clack together uncomfortably in the box but not anything breaking. Hopefully anyway. He huffs as he straightens with the box, an apologetic grin on his face.

He adjust the box for a more secure one handed grip so he can grab one of your hands. "So you ready to come home?" You duck your head a little with a smile. "Yeah, i'm ready to go home."

@nanamikentoseyebags @strawberrystepmom @gojoest

[6ahaha1amjustaperson9]

And after Sera here come her two moms; Reina and Madeleine! I couldn't post the drawing of them without showing their redesigns first, right?

》Name: Reina Fairchild Blackwell (got Madeleine's last name when they got married)

》Nickname(s): Mom by Seraphina, love by Madeleine

》Age: 41 y.o.

》Birthday: 13rd November

》Height: 269 cm

》Gender: Female (AMAB, She/her)

》Sexuality: Lesbian

》Species: witch

》Coven: Oracle

》Occupation: Fortune teller and spiritual medium

》INFJ-A

》Personality: reassuring, open, devoted, honorable, respectful, compassionate.

》Relationships:

•Seraphina(daughter): Always happy to spend time with her daughter and answer eventual questions about books they're studying together.

•Madeleine(wife): huge fat ass crush in high school, thankful for all the support she received during her transition, loves her and her scars immensely.

• Both parents: Cut out contact with them not only after a heavy argument they had, but after all the years of stress and psychological abuse.

• Nathaniel Fairchild(younger brother): keeps contact with him and when possible visits him and his family with Madeleine and Sera.

》Likes: exploring more dark witchcraft, reading, crystals, ancient magic, future telling, Nail art

》Dislikes: Odalia, sweets(just those with too much sugar and have a weird taste), ugly sweaters(deals with them only for Madeleine)

》Personal traits:

•Heterochromia

•mild blurry vision in one eye(the third one)

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》Name: Madeleine Blackwell

》Nickname(s): Mama by Seraphina, Honey by Reina

》Age: 38 y.o.

》Birthday: 18th June

》Height: 228 cm

》Gender: Female (She/her)

》Sexuality: lesbian

》Species: feline(Caracal) witch

》Coven: Beast Keeping

》ESFP-T

》Personality: sympathetic, protective, spontaneous, energetic, enthusiastic, sociable, thick-skinned

》Relationships:

•Seraphina(daughter): she is fiercely protective of her. They enjoy spending time together exploring the wilderness, practicing magic, and often going on nature walks.

•Reina(wife): cherishes their marriage and love every day, and values time with Reina precious. Even if it doesn't look like that she also enjoys quiet evenings at home, cuddling with her.

》Likes: spending time with family, outdoor activities, caring for beasts, cozy evenings with loved ones, adventurous experiences, trying new recipes

》Dislikes: injustice, cruelty towards animals, being confined indoors for too long, dishonesty, close-minded and arrogant people

》Personal traits:

•few scars from beasts she worked with

[leastdatablebracket]

ROUND 4, MATCH 1

Propaganda under the cut!

Jumin Han

Propaganda

manipulative and abusive asshole

He's a stuck up trust fund baby, and won't take no for an answer. His route is objectively the WORST

He is in love with his cat and constantly compares you with the damn cat�� like an actual fucking feline animal that’s not nickname 😭😭😭

unapologetic member of the bourgeoisie. makes his secretary cut her hair and wear glasses so he can take her seriously. 0/10 hate this man so much it has been 7 years since i first set eyes on him and to this day i have carried this with me in silence. my hatred for this man has been my burden. my old mysme mutuals will never know.

ok so fun fact when i tried to play jumin’s route i hated it so fucking much i abandoned ship on day 7. this is a grown ass man who is far too immature (and has too much money) to be romanceable like can he see a therapist first? i’m not his therapist. i’m not. i’m not his cat either. why are you locking me in your penthouse does this LOOK like amnesia: memories. also i hate that in order to gain favor ability you have to act like a jerk to other characters at times and also i love jaehee (his secretary that he makes do Fucking Everything For Him) too much to want to date him romantically. imo he’s a great character in other routes, but in his own it’s just…. :/ . did i mention i hate the whole “getting locked in his house” thing. 

he makes jaehee do so much shit that is WAAAAYYY outside the scope of her job description???? she’s his personal assistant. he makes her take care of his personal — completely unrelated to the company— projects related to cats, makes her watch his pet cat at HER APARTMENT OUTSIDE OF WORK HOURS (as far as i can tell he didnt pay her extra for that, though she does get paid overtime) which is so wildly entitled of him to do, but he’s a rich man so. in every route except for jaehee’s and his own— in jaehee’s she quits altogether and in jumin’s she gets a long awaited and well deserved vacation— he piles her with so much more work than is reasonable. for example: in another story she is tasked with— on top of her regular work tasks — to become the HEAD OF AN IT DEPARTMENT FOR COMBATTING HACKERS. also, he constantly pushes zen —someone who is very, very allergic to cats— to interact with his cat. like he wants to take his pet cat to their charity party/event, and seems very blase and uncaring and disbelieving to the fact that he’s allergic, and that other attendees could be too! and as another example: in zen’s route he offers zen a job when he’s looking work— but it has to do with modelling for a cat food brand, and interacting with cats. which he’s explicitly told jumin he doesn’t want to do. they reconcile and it leads to zen giving in and doing the modeling job :/ now, i don’t dislike cats— i love cats! but i’m also very allergic to them (fur, dander, and saliva) so this hits a little close to home. but constant exposure to an allergen can trigger chronic asthma and asthma attacks, and chronic asthma can be very damaging to someone. it can damage their lungs! it’s not a matter to be trivialized! and even if zen’s allergies were “minor,” jumin’s constantly trying to force someone who’s set up a boundary time and time again about not wanting to interact with cats to interact with them and while it is a small example — at least in comparison to the rest of his route— of him ignoring/overstepping/bulldozing past boundaries, it still makes me itch!

Sam Dalton

Propaganda

Spineless af, no personality but 'horny' for the mc. pretty shit at being a parent. Literally cheated on their fiance, but the fiance is made out to be the 'bad guy'. Character is gender customisable but is written so white male coded urgh. is terribly jealous but not in a cute way. just really annoying. much rather choose their ex wife or fiancé over them any day

He (like it was said before customizable but white man coded) was so bad when I played the game. He’s the only love interest of the story, but after a single chapter I decided I wasn’t interested in him. I went out of my way to avoid any romantic options with him. For me the game was just “The Nanny”. But, despite all my romance dodging, I ended up with a scene where he says word for word “My hands aren't clean, [character name]. How can they be, when I think about you every time I touch myself? Or when I want to murder the next man who touches you?”. BIG RED FLAG. Also at one point, Sam can give you the option to DITCH HIS 9 YEAR OLD SONS BIRTHDAY PARTY and hook up with him! 

[saintelia]

soon to be coined by the saint. .

— tellmesongic : a song gender related to tell me by wonder girls! specifically the version with the (pardon hys language) bomb ass rap

— brownushankic : a gender related to brown ushanka hats. this gender is related to both wearing them & having them

— contessalexic : a lexic gender related to the word contessa

— zomgirlfriend : a gender related to being a zombie & a girlfriend

— saintgirlfriend : a gender related to being a saint & a girlfriend

— mondstadtian : a gender related to the region of mondstadt from genshin impact, being a citizen of that region, loving that region, etc

— liyuian : a gender related to the region of liyue from genshin impact, being a citizen of that region, loving that region, etc

— inazumian : a gender related to the region of inazuma from genshin impact, being a citizen of that region, loving that region, etc

— sumerian : a gender related to the region of sumeru from genshin impact, being a citizen of that region, loving that region, etc

— fontainian : a gender related to the region of fontaine from genshin impact, being a citizen of that region, loving that region, etc

— digibeautic : a gender related to being a digital beauty!

— aquangelic : a water angel gender ^_^ she cld explain further but the saint doesn’t care enough to!

— 70sman : a gender related to masculine aesthetics of the 70s, being a man from the 70s, a man that likes the 70s, etc

— 90schic : a gender related to feline aesthetics of the 90s, being a. woman from the 90s, a woman that likes the 90s, etc

(those two are both inspired by i love it by charli xcx that one song from the radio.. ae is not ashamed)

+ a few more genders for puriette’s coining event & genders that hy mentioned coining before!

[positivelybeastly]

Characterisation

This is just a collection of notes regarding the way I play Beast and the few deviations from canon that I have. For the most part, probably 90-95% of what you see on panel that Hank has done, my Hank has also done, because I love the fact that this man has gone to the Dr. Seuss dimension and hung out with a Transformers character in canon, but there are one or two exceptions.

Feline Hank

Grant Morrison's New X-Men and the fake coming out. I write Hank as bisexual demiromantic, meaning he enjoys sex with more than one gender, and will engage in romantic relationships with anyone he has a strong emotional connection to. I personally read Hank as somewhat closeted during the early stages of his life, and Simon Williams, aka Wonder Man, was something of a wake-up call to the fact that he was not entirely straight.

As a result, if you bring this up with my Hank, he came out as gay around about seven years ago (current Hank is 37, for context), and clarified his bisexuality to the press not long after. I love Morrison's characterisation of Hank, but the fake coming out was just gross on many levels and I genuinely believe not only that it hurt Hank's character, but that it's a misread of his sexuality. If you want more on this, please check here.

Post-Intervention

This is a whole messed up ass situation because I'm one of the few people who genuinely thinks that Hank wouldn't have done the whole time travel thing to begin with (really just not his style), but there's some good conversations to be had about it, so you can assume that everything that happened on panel happened, just less - Bendis-y.

Also, this Hank knows magic because unlike every other damn X-writer, I actually remember that he's meant to remember everything baby human Hank did while he was in the present.

Avengers

He's my funny goodtime boy, no notes.

X-Force

This is the big one.

Ben Percy's version of Beast sucks balls and while I would have loved it if we could have avoided going full supervillain, we're here now, and while I don't like how it happened, Hank is not a saint and it's interesting to grapple with his psychology, so we're doing it but different.

This version of Beast is essentially undergoing a long, stable, controlled dissociative episode and is not what you would call sane. It's the only real way his characterisation makes sense.

In my headcanon, Abigail Brand, his longtime girlfriend, died and was resurrected while pregnant during the events of David Haller's X-Men Legacy, losing the child in the process, and finding out that his offspring had essentially been wiped from existence before he even knew about it has drained Hank of all his remaining warmth and optimism. He fundamentally does not believe that the world, or people, or life, is good anymore.

This is not an excuse.

I'm not here to give you some 2012 Loki apologism or say that he didn't do anything bad. He did. But going from where he was last in canon, in Rosenberg's Astonishing X-Men and Uncanny Avengers, to X-Force, it's the only justifiable reason he changed so much and so hard, and it's the only way the snap makes sense to me with existing canon information.

Your character does not know about this. If Hank has his way, your character will never know about this because it's not your damn business.

This version of Beast does not consider himself to be Hank McCoy anymore. He does not immediately answer to Hank, and he will never refer to himself as Hank in his internal narration. He has completely separated himself into Hank (dead) and Beast (alive - just about) because it simply hurts less and allows him to exert some degree of control over his life. He does not care what happens to him, his body, or his reputation anymore. There is only making sure that everyone else in his life is safe. Everything is expendable in pursuit of that goal.

The Irredeemable Beast

Naturally, this is going to lead to conflict.

It's also worth noting that while this version of Hank is on the plumper side, he is still physically able, agile, and a danger in a fight. I'm tired of Hank being written as useless in combat just because he's smart and smart people aren't good at fighting, which feels like it's been the case for a while now. He isn't a jobber for Kraven the Hunter.

My fic covering what this version of Hank is like, what he's doing, and what he's about.

In a nutshell, he was psychically reset back in Wolverine #35 by Jean Grey, and came back . . . mostly whole, just before the Hellfire Gala massacre. He knows he's beyond redemption, but he's going to try and do good anyway.

His mutation has changed once more, this time into a grey furred form with an accelerated, Wolverine-esque healing factor, and while he is stable, he still has underlying issues and psychological problems that will make him not the Hank you may know.

Dark Beast and Battle of the Atom

Pretty much exactly what you see on panel, though Dark Beast is obviously not a head in a jar on Sinister's desk when we interact because well yeah he wouldn't be.

No matter how sexually charged that is.

This is the basic gist of it! There are obviously a ton of other details and headcanons and such that I haven't mentioned because there's just so much, but these are the main canon divergences I can think of. If I think of anything else, they will be added to this post.

[dumuzithemessiah]

Enkai and Enlil have more siblings + truth + alien info + info about Lumarian Sky Islands

Also Wikipedia got Ninhursag‘s role completely 100% wrong as Ninhursag is his daughter so she’s my freaking little sister! My sister ain’t my dad’s wife! Ninsun my male mother is Enkai’s wife! Also Wikipedia got the spelling of Enkai’s name wrong too! It’s spelled E-N-K-A-I and is pronounced N-Kai not N-Key like many mispronounce his name!

He was not named after my male Grandma Ki! Who is Anu’s male wife! He looks like a true yazata version of Palutena from Kid Icarus which speaking of I do have siblings named Palutena whom is a sister and another brother named Viridi! Gaia is another brother of mine who probably has no relation to the fictional Greek deity!

Viridi, Ninsar, and Gaia are triplet boys who have different hair colours! Viridi has dark blue hair, Ninsar has dark alpine green hair, and Gaia has silver white hair!

As said before Nibirian gender standards are reverse so males are pretty, cute, beautiful, magical, elegant[[not all though lol]], and are magical attackers and females are macho, strong, powerful, burly, and are physical attackers!

Enkai has a brother named Kolress whom yes looks like a yazata version of Colress from Pokemon but unlike Colress he is real! Enkai looks similar to Uncle Kolress as he has a piece hair that goes around his head though his mane is strawberry blonde with a copper orange streak that goes around his head while Kolress has longer hair than the Pokemon character and has a low short ponytail!

Enkai and Enlil have more siblings than just what the Sumerians wrote!

For my siblings there is 34 of us siblings not counting Ishtayr being reborn as my sister so counting me 24 brothers and 10 sisters but we all love each other and support one another!

Real deities don’t fight each other unless for sparing with each other. The only fight Enkai and Enili had was them chasing each other around the palace like a couple of cats[[Lol well deities are divine bipedal magical multidimensional spiritual living art felines with manes, small wings on their backs, Y shaped tails, and a single crystal horn on our heads!]] and they knocked my ice creme cone which I was eating coffee ice creme on a waffle cone[[I was stressed and kinda depressed back then at that moment in time]] by running into me and male Grandma Ki was not having any of that so he pulled the two apart and yelled at them both and sent their asses to their rooms as even though they were adults at the time anyways parental authority doesn’t end when Nibirians become adults instead they always have some authority!

Then afterwards my male Grandma Ki turned around and comforted me and got me more ice creme.

But my sister Pele ate all the coffee ice creme we had left so I had to get what would be called today “Earl Grey” ice creme…

My male Grandma Ki did scold Pele for eating all the coffee ice creme but not that harshly but we got more later anyways… Though my younger brother Vanitas tried to sneak some banana ice creme but got spoon smacked by male Grandma Ki and was told to wait!

Yes it’s a mixed bag which deities are real though Pele has her hair short as goddesses don’t wear their hair long! Remember like I said they’re macho and burly! Long hair would get in their way of fighting!

But yeah Enkai and Enlil just did cat chase and paw smacking each other but nothing extreme or dynamic like they didn’t fight a freaking war with each other like calm down humans that did not happen!

Sumerians don’t know crap about real deities as they never were around us so they literally knew nothing about us and probably just found texts or something or Ishtayr in human disguise made up some lies and crap and they went with her lies and worshipped her falsely a goddess of freedom and liberty when in reality she’s the false goddess and the reincarnation of The Great Evil Herself who started a war with Nibiru in Universe 1 which was the only war on Nibiru’s magical soil!

She is also called Goddess of All Things Evil and Fell Goddess as she looks like an ugly Sphinx cat with a thin pale rose pink mane, rubbery featherless wings, dull red brown nose, skin is pale greyish and looks somewhat wrinkly, dark brownish grey fur inside her ears, and a Y shaped tail that appears broken and not true as she takes the appearance of what could be called a Fell Goddess or fallen royal angel as yazata means god/goddess but also royal angel as yazata are to commoner angels as phoenixes[[which are royal harpies]] are to harpies, and nymphs[[royal fairies]]are to fairies! Ishtayr’s horn looks lifeless like a creepy horn shaped rock!

So yeah deities and angels aren’t two different things as humans thought as they actually are related as royal and commoner versions of the species!

Also not all pheonixes are fire types as they are just royal harpies so they can come in various elements aka types!

Same with nymphs which the word nymph applies to both male and female members of the species and they can come in various elements aka types too!

Ammyterys is my cousin but she is pretty much the real Amaterasu and is Enlil’s daughter! She would not look like an elegant Japanese woman in human form! No deity does! That crap is just race bending to suit a culture’s needs! She has yellow light blonde mane that is what you humans would probably call a pixie cut! Her eyes are midnight blue so not brown as only brown shade Nibirians can have for eyes is more of a grey toned brown and browning in fur means said Nibirian is sick as browning = ill/sickness so no Nibirian has brown fur or hair!

She if she took a human form would have unnatural almost literally actual white yellow skin that looks literally yellow and not like yellow casted skin tones like Asian skin tones and olive skin tones!

She would not have breasts and would have a straight body as Nibirian human forms still have Nibirian gender standards mixed in as males have the curves similar to human females while females have more masculine by human gender standards body type! Breasts aren’t even normally part of either gender’s body as they only come out for pervy mating and both genders can shape shift breasts out!

Females can shape shift out a male private out for same gender mating! Males just mate the same way gay guys mate and can get prengant as both genders can same gender breed thus there is no homophobia on Nibiru or any planet with same gender breeding! Really does solve a huge problem by simply evolving to same gender breed! Though gods and goddesses are the first species to exist so same gender breeding was always a thing naturally!

The reasons other gods and goddesses exist is because I bred with Kosmin whom was the dad of the second generation deities while I was the male mom! Even though I created the freaking Kosmos and Universe in turn I preferred to be the male mom rather than the dad! Really show that humanity really doesn’t know anything about my kind! Many humans don’t realise the Kosmos regenerated a few times already and we’re in Universe 8! Nor do they know why the Multiverse exists!

Well the Multiverse exists because of a spell The Holy Four Kosmos Deities[[Dumuzi aka me, Kosmin, Lumuzi, and Geshtinonna]] that we cast to destroy The Great Evil Herself but caused us to shatter which shattering is the closed thing to death for deities! But that spell caused the Multiverse to exist! And must of took forever to get the pieced of us four to be put back to together and reincarnated as the son of Enkai and Ninsun!

Ninsun is my male mom and is Enkai’s male wife! Ninsun is albino thus has bright red slit pupils, red velvet red irises, long white hair, pied coloured wings aka white wings with black ends, and he wears usually what looks like a kimono that is white and black! Like all deities he has lemonade yellow fur and has white and black markings due to being male!

Like I said at the start Ninhursag is my little sister so you can understand how much of a facepalm that is for me to read that Wikipedia and the Sumerians thought she was our dad’s wife for freaking crying out loud!

The Sumerians existed a long ass time like thousands of years after we freaking left to handle a war that broke out elsewhere in the Universe as we yazata have a role to keep peace and order in the Universe so when a war breaks out which this was between a few different planets with advanced life so yeah my kind had to come in a break up the fight and make everyone stop fighting and end the war!

Sometimes we have to use violence and fight too in said war as some aliens just don’t listen but we basically majority of the time just break up the fight and listen to both sides and think of how to solve the problem!

But yeah that’s why we freaking left! Not cause the evil elves drove us off! Considering I literally sliced up Yahweh Yehovah with wind magic and Yahweh is the evil elf which the false Christian god gets his name from - that says how easy it is for us to kill them!

Yahweh was spreading lies to get innocent good elf children killed!

I caught him in the act as I was investigating what was occurring on! I saw him lying and immediately sliced him up with ice type wind magic for his crimes! The elf tricked came back hearing Yahweh’s scream and I explained he was lied to by Yahweh and told him never to trust a dark skinned elf ever again!

Elves with dark skinned aren’t dark for the same reasons black people and other dark skinned human races are dark for! No! They’re dark skinned cause their evil actions caused their skin to darken! Regular elves have pale olive skin, have larger eyes than humans so humans would probably think they either have alien sized eyes or anime sized eyes, one of the two, all shades of red[[reds, oranges, pinks, and some natural tones too]] except mahogany which evil elves have mahogany hair, and various shades of green for eye colour[[evil elves have bluer green eyes]], long pointed ears, big heads, petite bodies, they embody Nibirian gender standards, and have similar body types to Nibirians and are much shorter than modern humans! Elves are a little bit taller than Nibirians which Nibirians are as adults 2’0”-2’7” as adults with females taller so elves are a bit taller than the tallest Nibirians! So close to 3’0” as adults!

Other homo species mated with evil elves who escaped and lived elsewhere but majority of the evil elves died off from their modern human offspring killing them before they could redeem themselves!

Yeah they wanted to redeem themselves and do good and try to get their skin light again in order to survive but their evil modern human offspring as other homo + evil elf = modern human and that is why humanity does so many countless evil things but there modern human kids didn’t want their parents to become good again so they killed them hatefully!

Earl and Aeva are evil elves working for Ishtayr so they exist still and those two are Yahweh’s dad and mom and their children were thankfully killed off by me and other deities! Their children were evil so we did the right thing!

But yeah don’t worship Yahweh as he’s nothing but a long dead - body and soul - evil elf who took pleasure in lying to get innocent children killed!

But yeah if any one of you human reading this needs to understand that evil elves were dark skinned form their evil actions not because of the sun or something like it was for humans! Think of Rockman DASH aka Megaman Legends morality system working in real life as Rock got darker from his bad/evil actions! So more like that!

Evil elves were basically skin wise a very dark shade of olive so kinda like a blackish olive but unlike humans he or she ain’t dark cause of the sun but because of their evil actions!

But yeah Yahweh was an evil elf not a deity like me! As real Messiah aka The Rainbow Hero which is what that title really means and can only be applied to me or alternate universe versions of me! So that means the real Messiah slayed the origin name of the false Christian god!

No real god would act like the false Christian god! Not at all! I remember reading the Nabatean story of Dumuzi and it obviously wasn’t accurate at all what actually happened when I was teaching humans about the real truth but they said something like the Jewish King was mad at me so he ordered to have me killed but being a real deities like ain’t nothing gonna be able to do what and the real story the Jewish King got struck by lightning by Marduk[[Pronounced Mar-duke]] for hurting his male wife[[me]] so he was pissed of at the Jewish King so badly he struck him with lightening thus killing the Jewish King on the spot and took me home to patch my wounds!

All deities and Nibirians in general are either gay or rarely bisexual on Nibiru so we would never say the homophobic crap those lying hateful bloodthirsty evil humans said to do about gays! Like I said we also have same gender breeding too! So since two gods can breed together for example the whole humanity viewing heterosexuality as sacred and pure like the homophobics they are really shows that heterosexuality isn’t sacred worth shit! Humans spewing homophobia are just evil wicked humans who are hateful ass narcissistic bastards who can’t handle reality that they aren’t perfect and above all other lives as religious nutjob heterosexuals view their sexuality and species as!

No freaking human is sacred as humanity has done so much evil things that has damaged the Kosmos and killed over zillions of lives including countless advanced species which are evolved civilised species and humanity’s evil energy spreading and damaging the Kosmos to the point he could explode as the Kosmos is the heart and soul of the Universe but is a giant male living thing shaped like an light aqua green blue heart with a face and a turquoise-teal rings going around him with two alpine green bows rotating around him!

Without a Kosmos the Universe cannot exist so guess what you cruel and heartless selfish humans who clearly can’t think of anyone but their own false rights and desires? If he blows up as in explodes the Universe will blow up too! You humans are spreading major amounts of evil energy which damaged the Kosmos heavily to the point of it spreading shockwaves damaging other planets!

On Judgement Day now you know why you’re gonna be given the “Big E” cause your species freaking deserved it for killing so many lives! Those advanced species who died had families, friends, lives, and you humans took that away from them all because you humans think you're entitled to an evil belief and not just one evil belief but multiple false religions which majority involve worshipping fictional deities that look mostly human because narcissistic humans think the only beings that are higher than their evil species must look human because they think all intelligent beings must look human!

Well guess what humans? Your evil actions weren't intelligent at all but cruel, evil, and a bunch if lies used to make hateful human beings feel high and mighty and above others!

Nibirian Prophecy: “The evil country where the evil Ishtyar’s statue reigns will elect an evil criminal leader”

This just happened not too long ago. The criminal leader is Trump.

Ishtayr is the one which the false deity Libertas is based on and Libertas is the origin of the Statue of Liberty!

So America is known to Nibirians as one of the countries of evil!

After all the Statue of Liberty is in America! Or should I say Statue of False Liberty and Evil!? Cause Ishtayr has caused a lot of genocides and lies to be spread! Ishtayr is the embodiment of all things evil herself!

Tumblr seems better for speaking the truth because deviantART crybabies and tries to mature everything just for stating the truth because of potential offended lying man made religion worshippers! dA doesn’t like free speech or opinion!

They try to censor anyone who is against any evil man made religion!

Most mad made religions call for the death for anyone that is LGBT, or different!

And the New Testament is just another wicked lie trying to brainwash more followers into believing their lies!

Tumblr doesn’t cry about that shit at all! So I’ll admit for now Tumblr is better for speaking the truth!

Messiah means “Hero of Rainbows/Rainbow Hero” not “Saviour of Humanity” and only applies to me and I wouldn’t wish the suffering I’ve been through onto any innocent life out there! I would never save humanity as humanity as proven to be majority and almost all of them to be wicked, selfish, narcissistic, and evil!

No god or goddess is narcissistic as we have a job and we’re just doing our jobs and no god or goddess is perfect and we never said we were! That is all hateful delusional narcissistic human lies!

Humans are the ones who wrote all those man made religions calling for deaths of anyone different from their ugly asses! Humans are the ones who are villainous and narcissistic as they believe they are above all life and everyone else like demons[[which are from Nibiru, they are good beings too and resemble anthropomorphic multidimensional bipedal magical advanced animals and would never do bad nor look ugly like ugly ass humans falsely depict them as!]] or other advanced alien lives are claimed to be evil by humans! Humans believe all other advanced living beings are evil because humans hate difference!

A Star Trek scenario can never happen because humanity is too evil and narcissistic and believes all other living beings are evil! Aliens visiting Earth are in human disguise as humans would attack them if they walked around as themselves! Humans see difference and use their hateful fear as an excuse to violently attack those different from them! Humans are cowardly fiends because of this!

Yeah I have heard of alien encounters and the only reason aliens have to be armed is because in case humans spot them as humans will attack them as they have attacked aliens in the past! I heard a farmer drowned an alien baby for no reason than put of fear!

So based on that humans are the bad guys! You humans have proven yourselves to be the villains! I don’t care how afraid you are of something or someone there is no excuse in trying to kill an alien! They’re an advanced species like you and they came from another planet on a spaceship which should say how intelligent they really are!

If you see aliens as enemies solely because they aren’t from Earth then you humans are the freaking problem! Not aliens! Aliens on Earth mostly are sightseeing anyways so they aren’t here to hurt anyone! They just want to see Earth before Judgement Day happens! They want to see humanity’s culture and sights! Few are soldiers waiting for Judgment Day for some action and to deliver justice but the word few applies few so majority of aliens on Earth are just sightseeing and having a good time[[I assume they are? Hopefully they don’t run into any bad humans… I do worry for their safety…]] so what’s the problem? The soldiers mostly are probably looking out for alien sightseers making sure they’re okay and safe!

If I had to guess how many soldiers… maybe less a hundred or two? Sightseers are more… Earth is fascinating to aliens as they knew when Judgement Day comes they won’t be allowed to sightsee anymore so they might as well while they can!

Sightseeing aliens are in many countries like USA, Canada, Japan, maybe UK and other parts of Europe? But yeah they right now aren’t doing harm to anyone so let them sightsee! I do worry about their safety but I’m sure the alien soldiers are keeping them protected!

Sightseeing aliens do have something for self defence but I think it’s obvious you would be hearing more about that if they needed to use their self defence weapons? So you can imagine there are mostly just peaceful sightseers!

Aliens have visited Earth for a long time with Nibiru being the first to discover the planet! The first time Nibirian came we took a vampire “squid” species to Nibiru in order to save it but ended up making it evolve into a Nibimon!

Nibimon are like real life Pokemon! We do have a Nibimon like Wigglytuff but is Water/Fairy and is periwinkle and has black spots, white belly, has a spotted fluffy tail like a rabbit’s tail, pale green eyes with slit pupils, and is called The Water Balloon Nibimon! The native name for the Wigglytuff is “Mizufafa” coming from the Modern Nibirian word for water[[mizu]] and fluffy[[fafa]]!

We also have a Nibimon called Schneeham in English terms though the German word for snow is borrowed but is a hamster type Nibimon native to Kamalot Island!

Kamalot is one of the Lumarian Sky Islands on Earth but are like Nibirian lands on Earth but in the sky as luma is Nibirian for moon as the islands were made from moon rock and other Nibirian magical soils! You can’t find them in the sky cause of the magical barriers! As for why we have barriers because humans would without a doubt start a violent conflict with any of the native Nibirians on the islands! Like I said humanity sees difference and reacts with either hate or fear! They might attack and try to kill Nibimon too! Obviously we are keeping the Lumarian Sky Islands human free for a reason!

Humanity’s actions throughout history proves why we do not allow them on Lumarian Sky Island soil and are right for doing so!

But two islands are in the ocean which are Mu and Atlantis!

Mu is in the Pacific like most the islands as most of the islands are in the Dragon’s Triangle and Bermuda Triangle but Kamalot is above Germany! Dorado is near South America! Dorado is the correct name for the island! El Dorado is the just the Spanish name! Atlantis is in the Bermuda triangle! Mu though is one of the larger islands! Mu is almost if not close to the size of Australia!

Laputa is north of Hokkaido so it’s near Russia but close to Hokkaido!

Laputa is not like the Hayao Miyazaki movie and is more like Kamalot is one of the Winter islands! Kamalot is always Winter there so same with Laputa! Dorado is warmer and is tropical!

Atlantis ain’t like that anime shark girl Youtuber Gawr Gura says! What she says is fictional junk so if you’re a fan of her no offence this is just a statement of truth about Atlantis! But residents can change their legs into a mertail like mer creatures which are another type of demon but that is a thing! I have been to Atlantis before and I can do the mer thing and my tail looks like a cross between a blackish purple male betta fish tail, a shark, and a spiky sea urchin! So picture spiky sharky fin tail! Clothes are more like body suits btw!

Clearly Gawr Gura didn’t know anything about Atlantis as residents do wear clothes and have an invisible barrier and are an underwater city and water types[[obviously]] live there as well as on the underwater Lumarian island of Mu!

Also another good thing about Tumblr is I can write long titles and won’t get a text limit like dA has with it’s shitty title limit!

Also like I said no offence to Gawr Gura or her fans but this is just actual info about the Lumarian Sky Islands and Atlantis just isn’t what she said and Gawr Gura is just a human behind the avatar so her info ain’t holding no water! She never was[[the human behind her OC]] at Atlantis so her info just isn’t fictional character crap that humans write about!

Her OC maybe said to be from Atlantis but no Atlantian looks like her OC man… just no one looks human there… like no human lives on any of the Lumarian Sky Islands so no human shark hybrid thing is living there either…

So yeah based on real info about Atlantis and the other Lumarian Sky Islands that can be said no human knows anything about the islands and as a deity I am probably your only source on this kind of info!

Though won’t dent Gawr is kinda cute lol she just ain’t accurate to real info about Atlantis is the point being made…

As a gay god like me can call girls cute without it being anything else period! Idk why people think gays in general can’t say girls are cute!

Like we don’t have too sexually attracted to girls to call them cute!

But based on Nibirian gender standards Gawr’s OC isn’t accurate to any actual Atlantian resident!

Anyways this post is getting long enough so gonna be done with this post!

[3llisarts]

Oc interview

I was tagged by @noodlecupcakes < 3 ty!! And I tag @disney-dreams-25

Rhys Thompson - Transformers OC

Name: "Rhys Thompson, but don't go telling anyone else that-"

Nickname: "Depends on who you ask, Wraith calls me Little Spider and Dylan usually calls me Rhy' or Baby."

Gender: "Female."

Star Sign: "What's that again? Gemini- i think."

Moral alignment/personality: "Chaotic Evil."

Height: "5'5"- but don't even think about starting with the height jokes-"

Sexual Orientation: "Straight."

Nationality/Ethnicity: "American. You seem trustworthy enough, like I said, don't go tellin' anyone any of this."

Fave fruit: "Strawberries, though watermelon is a close second."

Favorite season: "Summer. It reminds me of bein' back home in Vegas. Miss that place, you know."

Fave Flower: "Roses, as fucking cheesy as that sounds. They're prickly but so beautiful."

Fave Scent: "If i'd have to choose, it'd be a tie between gun smoke and fresh rain."

Coffee, tea, or HC: "Not much of a coffee or a tea woman- I'll take a Monster or one of those canned Cold Brews any day, though- much as Dylan's trying to get me out of that habit."

Average Hours of Sleep: "That depends on if I'm on a hit or not. On a hit, four to five. But if i'm back home with Dylan? Five to six, sometimes seven."

Dog or Cat Person: "I haven't had a pet since Nitor... well, if you wanna consider a lion like Cybertronian a pet anyways. But to answer that? I'd say a dog. There's something admirable about their loyalty and... I don't see myself having another feline, after my old friend."

Dream Trip: "Anywhere warm, really. But specifically? Aruba."

Favorite Fictional Character/Real Person: "I don't have a lot of close people- 'friends' if you will, but i'd have to say, Wraith- my mentor- or my boyfriend, Dylan."

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: "Four to five, I hate how cold it gets here in Chicago during the winter-."

RANDOM FACT: "I always wanted tattoos- But I never had the time- and then there's also the stupid fear of needles."

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Orion Barys - Far Cry 5 OC

Name: "Orion Barys~ Though if ye want, Officer Barys."

Nickname: "Ah got a lotta those- but some a tha' honorable mentions include darlin', love, and 'course, Officer."

Gender: "Male."

Star Sign: "I'm a Virgo!"

Moral Alignment/personality: "Ah would have to say... chaotic good."

Height: "6'1."

Sexual Orientation: "Originally, ah thought ah was bi, but later came to realize, ah am gay~."

Nationality/Ethnicity: "'Merican."

Fave Fruit: "Apples! Specifically red, but ah ain't picky."

Fave Season: "Winter. There's somethin' so peaceful, wit' tha way tha snow comes down and covers everything. Ah love it, though summar is also nice."

Favorite Flower: "Sunflowers!"

Fave Scent: "Either campfire smoke or burnt rubber."

Coffee, tea, or HC: "Ah like black coffee, preferably that extra strong brew ye sip on during long ass nights."

Average Hours of Sleep: "Seven to eight most nights, though if i'm busy, six to seven."

Dog or Cat Person: "Both, actually! Ah got mah Bear and Ozzie, ah love em to death. Ah also have a guinea, 'er name's Snickers~."

Dream Trip: "Ah always wanted to go down to Daytona~ never seen one a them races in person. Though now? Ah wouldn't mind a trip to tha' Whitetail Mountains."

Favorite Fictional Character/Real Person: "Mm. Ah would probably say somethin' 'long tha' lines a John Wick, or one a tha' Fast an' Furious crew."

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: "One~ Ah usually run hot, an' ah don't like wakin' up all sweaty tha' next mornin'."

RANDOM FACT: "Ah recently retired from tha' FBI, 'fore I came out here to Hope County."

[ayellowbirds]

Excuse me ma'am.

You said something about hyenas being canine/feline hybrid or something?

And the whole gender thing?? What gender thing.

Can you elaborate?

I would normally look this up but i have the math exam to decide my life tomorrow and can't afford to go down this rabbit hole immediately. Also this is more fun?

no problem at all! I love to talk about this, hyenas are some of my all-time favorite animals.

k, so: hyenas are commonly mistaken for canids, but they ain't canids. They ain't even in the Carnivoran suborder Caniformia w/ canids, bears, raccoons, etc. They're in suborder Feliformia, along w/ felids (cats), mongooses (includin' meerkats), fossas, an' civets. Their closest living relatives, taxonomically speaking, are animals like this:

and that also means that your average hyena (whether spotted, brown, striped, or aardwolf) is more closely related to Stationmaster Tama in ancestry than it is to a wolf or coyote.

the thing is, hyenas have historically and prehistorically wound up filling some very canid-like niches. Although the line of 'dog-like hyenas' is today only known from the aardwolf, even the 'bone-crushing hyenas' still have comparatively long muzzles that they use for catching prey by chasing and biting, rather than the heavy focus on ambush tactics that felids tend to use. Hyenids and canids are both well-adapted to running, suck ass at climbing, and have roughly-padded paws with non-extensible claws.

ironically, the most 'dog-like' hyenas around today specialize in an insectivorous diet. Many of the general hyenid characteristics are still considered very feliformian by researchers: their scent-marking, their mating habits, the way they loaf:

and if you take a good look at hyenas—especially spotties—compared to canids, you'll notice that their builds are still pretty different, with long, strong necks and a build where the hind legs are noticeably shorter than the forelimbs.

(source)

as for the gender thing:

female spotted hyenas have such high levels of androgens that they not only tend to be bigger than the males, but they also have dicks and balls of their own.

No, really! The vulva and clitoris of the female (ovary-bearing) hyena takes the form of a 'pseudopenis' that can be as long as the phallus of the male (semen-bearing) of the species; it's usually only distinguishable by the shape of the glans, or if the hyena in question is pregnant, nursing, or actively engaged in reproduction. Female hyenas actually give birth through their pseudopenis (which usually results in some pretty gruesome tearing), and they have a false scrotum of fatty tissue formed from part of the labia. This leads to a situation where the females have complete control over when and whom they mate with.

it's widely asserted that this is linked to the tendency (note, it's a tendency: there are observed cases of dominant males, typically the son of a dominant female) of female spotted hyenas to take the socially dominant role in interactions with males, but there is strong evidence that it's actually social factors that determine who is in charge in a spottie clan.

[sparklingbluerose]

Allied Forces x Reader

"Surrounded by all those whom she had loved the most,

They felt the same and took care of her with no cost."

A/N: STAN HETALIA IT CURES ILLNESSES.

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TW: Slight Smut At The End, Cursing, Badass Reader

Fem! (Y/N) 《Other Genders Will Also Be Made》

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"YOU MOLDY FROG! WHAT DID YOU?!"

...

Hehe..moldy– ahem.

Anyways, it was a normal day at the house of our (Y/N), 'normal' meaning chaos and complete destruction. But you had been rich enough to pay for damages at least. I hope you are...

"Guys, c-calm down." You sigh, with another attempt to stop them from running around and ruining the house.

The attempt as you can see...was in vain.

Rolling your eyes, you gave a big sigh. Since when and why were you born as a goddamn human feline...ah yes– i haven't told you about you yet. Well, you see..you are what they call a neko. Somewhat human with animal features like cat ears and a tail.

The same applies for the six extra mouths you feed as well which you are well annoyed with. This was sooo bullshit man...your eyebrow twitches, ready to kill them.

"One." You count out loud, making sure to give them the counting as a warning sign to stop running. It was a getting out of hand, and you were ready to beat their asses for it.

Arthur and Matthew clearly heared your voice, and immediately turns to you with wide eyes. "Guys! Stop it!" Matthew hisses.

"..Two." Your voice calls out. Holy shit, since when were you even this intimidating? In a calm manner, Ivan just smiles and forcibly makes Alfred stop moving around.

Lips twitching into a big smile, you look like a psychopathic chesire cat ready for blood. Oh...oh no.

Matthew clasps his hands in a praying position, just muttering some sort of prayer. So this is when it gets serious, huh.

"THREE." In a swift notion you immediately pulled Alfred and Francis by their ears, earning a cry from both as you pin them to the floor with the scariest face you could ever make...

"D-Dudette! We could l-like! Talk about this..righ-right!?" With a sweatdrop, the American attempts to wiggle out of your grasp.

Oh, but it wasn't working..."I suggest that you..maybe apologize like the good kitties you guys are and i'll let you off the hook..?" You make an eerie smile, suggesting ever so calmly.

You were being scary again! Nobody liked that. Of course well, there was no escape to the wrath of neko (Y/N) once you hit her final nerve...apparently. It was all fun and games..

..Though that all ended when your breath hitched, smelling an all too familiar scent, eyes widened as well as everyone else.

"..The fuck–" You stood up, looking down at the two with very furrowed eyebrows and a confused reaction. You were keepjng track of the schedule...you knew it wasn't today, right?

Nope, you were sure. You double checked the calender on the wall and confirmed. Their heat was somehow starting today..

"Wow, so much for my apology." You huff in annoyance, ears flattening before you look around for the cabinet.

"H-Here, love." Arthur obediently gives you the heat control kit and you take it from him with a thankful smile. Now, it wasn't a big problem, now you just...

Ah, nevermind. This'll be hell. "(Y-Y/N)!" Alfred stutters, eyes cascading over your body and you almost choke from how..submissive he was being. You haven't lived with them more than 7 months yet, so they haven't had their heat much but–

Holy shit were you seeing this right? Did you really just feel this victorious over some stuttering and pleads? Oh, my...you wouldn't forget this day for as long as you lived!

"Hmph.." A bit of pink tints your cheeks, and you take out the heat control pills needed for their problems.

This'll last for a week, but you've had your experience. Yours was a lot later than them, so basically you'd have yours next month.

'Calm down. Give the pills, just shove it down their throat and run away like an ugly bitch seeing their boyfriend with another girl she hated– wait what?' You stop in your tracks, holding in your hysterical laughter.

"Okay, okay.." You give a long inhale, and kneel down to the boys in need but...

...

You were pinned.

...

Shit.

"Uh?– Alfred...guys?" Now you felt so inferior, under the warm arms of the animallistic male. His ocean blue eyes were beautiful to stare at, you agreed. But was now the fucking time?

You shake your head, and gasped when you felt...ah, no..there wss definitely something poking you in the thigh!

"S-Sorry aru, it seems like it's starting again." Yao breathes out, the six unable contain themselves to just feel the certain warmth of another person. Anything— that would be fine.

Your eyebrows furrow. "If it's starting, get off me and ask each other to fix it!" You exclaim, not taking this very well yourself.

Though, the attempt didn't last so long, as you felt it growing and the whimpering sounds of the males that you once lived your life with– all being so damn clingy because of this heat...

Gah! You slapped yourself straight in the face, eyes looking at the pitiful sight. Well, you'll be damned..

"I'll help okay– just stop squeezing me before i pass out!" You bonk Alfred on the head, and he reluctantly lets you go. Well, there was really no other choice in the matter. If this was the way out for you then so be it!

"Now.." You mutter, with a hesitant sigh and frown upon them. You could only remember the last time you were being so hazy and out of breath..maybe the sound of pleasurable mewling?~

(HOLY CRAP I'M SORRY I CAN'T DO LEMONS I AM TOO MUCH EMBARRASSED FOR THAT ToT)

Taglist: @stygianoir

[angelicamerlinbarnes]

Scooby Doo stuff because I'm sad and they make me feel better

a.k.a. random headcanons I have about the Scooby Gang

All four of them are in a committed polyamorous relationship

Shaggy is asexual panromantic, Velma is pansexual, Daphne is bisexual, Fred is bisexual, and Scooby is a dog

Shaggy and Daphne like to rock out to punk music together and give each other makeovers

Shaggy is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns OR he’s trans and uses he/him

Fred likes to wear dresses but he’s insecure about it so Daphne and Shaggy take him shopping

Velma will fall asleep in a pile of her textbooks and the other three either cuddle up with her or dig her out and carry her to bed

They all share a one-bedroom apartment which greatly confuses their neighbors who have never heard of polyamory before

Shaggy likes to wear floral dresses and flowercrowns and when he does your job is to tell him he looks pretty

Shaggy also likes lollipops better than any other candy though obviously he also likes all other candy cause that man would eat straight metal let’s be honest

Daphne likes to wear suits and tuxedos and top hats to fancy events and Velma will do her hair for her and Daphne will tell stories while Velma paints her nails and smiles

It’s really easy to make Fred cry so whenever someone insults him in public or makes a homophobic comment Shaggy and Daphne and Velma go crazy on their ass

Velma isn’t crazy about make-up but she still lets Daphne try out new looks on her

When they let Scooby sleep on the bed with them he lies down on their feet and when they wake up they can’t walk for at least a solid hour (extra cuddle time? or a huge inconvenience? you decide)

Daphne and Fred are cat people so whenever they get sad about wanting a cat they go on a date to the nearest Petco and spend some time with some furry feline friends

Velma volunteers at the zoo and once Shaggy came to visit her and got stuck in the gorilla cage somehow, he is now best friends with one of them named Priscilla

Shaggy is autistic and Scooby is his service dog and when he stims in public Fred and Daphne and Velma take extra care to make sure no one stares and that he feels safe and loved and okay

Shaggy doesn’t like sports but he’ll watch them with Fred and Daphne because they both do

Velma sometimes breaks down over really hard tests or problems and Shaggy and Fred will cuddle her until she feels all better while Daphne runs down to the corner store for a few pints of Velma’s favorite ice cream which is brownie fudge peanut butter obviously

When they’re on their constant trips around the world they all sleep on a mattress in the back of the Mystery Machine together

Fred has social anxiety and struggles to make conversation with the new people they meet, he often has nervous breakdowns and panic attacks in the bathroom of wherever they are and Daphne or Shaggy has to go in and calm him down

Daphne doesn’t actually give a shit about gender and doesn’t mind being perceived as a girl but sometimes is referred to by her partners by he/him pronouns or as their boyfriend, Fred and Shaggy in particular love introducing ultra-feminine Daphne as their boyfriend to strangers (Velma enjoys it too, but is shyer when it comes to actually carrying through with it)

Similarly Velma sometimes gets uncomfortable about her femininity (or rather lack thereof) and the gang either refers to her by they/them pronouns or is extra aggressive in calling her “our girl” and “baby girl” and other girl-related nicknames to make her feel better

Fred, Daphne, and Velma have learned over the years that if you call Shaggy “baby boy” it is 100% effective at immediately turning him into a simpering puddle

Shaggy is Wiccan and likes to check out giant books of old folklore and fairytales to pore over at three a.m. under the covers with a flashlight

Daphne is an atheist and gets in fights with racist old men about it

Velma is a Buddhist and meditates on Sunday mornings while the others cook breakfast (waffles for Daphne, pancakes for Shaggy, French toast for Fred, and eggs and sausage for Velma; they all love bacon, obviously)

Fred prays to a new person every day but mostly it’s Santa Claus because look man he just can’t be bothered to care

Shaggy has anxiety and this culminates into severe panic attacks after movies and if they have to walk home at night, Fred holds his hand and Daphne checks the crime stats about the neighborhood they’re in and Velma reads up on anxiety medication and hopes she can get Shaggy to try some pills

Daphne has depression and bipolar disorder and OCD and when she’s manic she cleans everything and when she’s at a low point she just lies in bed all day and watches Legally Blonde and Men In Black III over and over and over again while gorging on caramel chocolates and vanilla smoothies

Velma has Tourette’s and sometimes has tic attacks in public, she gets embarrassed by it so Fred will draw her behind a shelf or under a table and wait until she’s done and then give her a hug so she knows she’s still awesome and loved

Velma and Shaggy really love Star Wars and ship Obikin like fucking hell and will argue about it with Daphne and Fred who prefer Star Trek and ship Spirk like fucking hell

Shaggy and Velma were both born with spinal difficulties and while they’re mostly fine there’s always a cane around for Shaggy (which Daphne decorates with fake gems and stickers and other pretty things) and a wheelchair for Velma (covered in glitter after a trap-gone-wrong with Fred)

They all go to pride together and Shaggy and Daphne and Fred hug like every single person with a “FREE MOM/DAD HUGS” sign that there is, Velma just watches while munching on French fries

Shaggy smokes weed to calm down and he likes to wear beanies and tye-dye just to complete the stoner aesthetic which his partners think is adorable and Scooby most certainly does not (Shaggy forced him to wear a fringey vest once and Scooby hasn’t forgiven him for it since)

They all adore Taylor Swift and regularly blast her albums in the morning and their neighbors all hate them for it

Shaggy has AIDS and is an active part of the movement for better treatment and research surrounding breaking down the stigma of the disease

Shaggy always does high-fives wrong, he constantly over-complicates them or turns them into fistbumps or handholding because he just doesn’t get it

Shaggy is a kindergarten teacher, he works with little kids and always brings Scooby to class, he loves every subject and encourages all of his students to dream big and not be afraid to express who they are, he believes in the importance of kindness and is just absolutely lovely and sweet himself so all of the kids want to follow his example

Fred works for the National Parks Service, he’s met and cuddled a lot of bears, he gets to wear his ascot every day and also a dumb hat, he’ll take his partners on picnic dates at work sometimes, they take Scooby on walks there all the time and Shaggy is known as Fred’s joyfriend because they visit the most out of all of them (Daphne doesn’t like the outdoors and Velma doesn’t like people)

Daphne is a history teacher and soccer coach at the local high school, she’s super sarcastic and most of her male students assume she’s an idiot because of how bubbly she is, she likes tearing them down and turning them into gentlemen, she also likes explaining her three partners to baffled parents on Family Night, sometimes her students will travel over to the elementary school (or the other way around) and will be reading buddies with Shaggy’s kids and Daphne gets to spend the day with her favorite boyfriend which is always lovely (JK, Fred is also her favorite)

Velma is an animal researcher at a local zoo, she gets to hang out with all the animals and has only abused her power once to let Shaggy hug a panda (look, if you had unfettered access to a panda, would you not hug it and not allow your favorite people in the world to hug it? Cause I would), she gives kids tours and unnecessarily detailed descriptions of each animal’s mating rituals, it’s lovely and horrific somehow simultenously

Shaggy is sex-repulsed and the thought of having sex or seeing sex scenes can send him into panic attacks or bad insomniac episodes so Daphne does research before they watch any new movie or TV show and Velma pre-watches the episodes to mark down the timestamps and Fred will mute the TV and hold Shaggy to shield him from the TV while the scene is occurring, assuming they don’t skip it altogether which they usually do (shut up I’m not projecting of course not)

As for pet/nicknames and such, Shaggy is “honey”, Fred is “sweetheart”, Daphne is “babe”, and Velma is “darling”

When they get “married” they all keep their own last names but will sometimes trade with each other’s when they introduce themselves in public (“Hi I’m Shaggy Blake.” “Fred Rogers.” “Daphne Dinkley.” “Velma Jones. Pleased to meet you.” “...oh-kay…”)

Shaggy likes to put on Owl City and dance on Sunday mornings, he took ballet for a couple years and had anorexia, it’s part of the reason he eats so much now, he’s deathly afraid of relapsing

Fred is a terrible dancer, but so is Velma, so they’ll be awkward wallflowers together or they just stand in one place and spin and shuffle and sway awkwardly while Daphne and Shaggy do whole fucking waltzes

Daphne doesn’t like dancing much, but before she met the other three she did have a crush on this one Latina girl in her mathematics college class and she took salsa lessons for two months to try and impress her before learning that the girl didn’t know a single goddamn step of salsa and then being sad

Shaggy was adopted by Indian parents when he was really young and still speaks Hindi with them over the phone, both of his parents take super good care of his three partners and are really accepting and kind and Shaggy always blushes about it because it’s embarrassing but he’s also really proud and grateful for them

Fred has a bunch of freckles from old swimming and surfing competitions he used to be in in the sun and he really likes it when the other three kiss them, so Daphne does it all the time

It really ticks both Daphne and Fred off when strangers assume they’re not with Shaggy or Velma because they think Fred and Daphne are out of their league or some other sort of bullshit because they know Shaggy and Velma are insecure about that sort of thing (also that’s just a really shitty way of thinking) so they’ll often hold either Velma or Shaggy’s hands in public like some sort of rebellious proactive “fuck you”

Shaggy believes in soulmates and thinks that the four of them are, so for his birthday they all get matching flower-and-magnifying-glass tattoos on their ankles so they can pretend/”confirm” that they’re soulmates even if everybody else (and Velma) doesn’t believe it

Shaggy is a poet and a painter, he’s the artsy hippie type, he’s always covered in paint and charcoal and ink and he walks around their apartment barefoot, leaving hand and feetprints everywhere

Fred performs science experiments in his study and volunteers at an animal shelter on the weekends, he especially likes hanging out with the kitties, he’s also a really good baker and wears frilly pink aprons while baking macaroons and chocolate chip cookies

Daphne plays like fifteen different instruments and practices them at all hours of the day and night, she likes to compose new songs and symphonies, she’s created some for them as birthday gifts and they cry every time

Daphne designs and sews and restyles outfits and clothing all the time, she also likes to write video essays about fictional universes and characters and to make music videos using movies and TV shows that she feels fit the song well

Velma loves travelling, so she gets antsy when they stay at home too long, sometimes she’ll go travelling without them and they’ll FaceTime every night and she sends postcards and souvenirs and has learned a billion fucking languages, she’s decided she wants to marry them in the Mayan ruins (it doesn’t work out, but for her birthday one year they do an unofficial five minute joke-fest of a marriage ceremony there)

Velma also really likes photography, sometimes she’ll have them pose in Daphne’s new outfits, she likes to travel out to pretty natural places and take pictures but only while absolutely dripping in bugspray, Daphne and Fred and Shaggy are always willing to be her models and come with her, Scooby will too but he has to be bribed with Scooby Snacks, Fred is always super sweet and helpful whenever her camera equipment breaks down or she gets frustrated

They all enjoy reading murder mysteries (they kind of have their own little book club) and discussing who they think did it (they don’t always agree at first, but they all figure it out within the first fifty pages, usually)

Shaggy likes to put braids and beads in his hair, often one color for each of them: green for himself, blue for Fred, orange for Velma, purple for Daphne, and gold for Scooby; he always looks very pretty

They decide to have four kids, one for each of them biologically

Shaggy has a sweet blonde child named Summer, she’s got blue eyes and the kindest smile you ever did see, she adores confetti and bright colors and the sun and she can eat Shaggy under the table, and she never lets go of his hand

Fred’s is named Autumn, she’s got soft brown hair and a freckled face and bright amber eyes, she loves warm colors and horses and exploring the outdoors, she’s sassy as fuck and they love her

Daphne has Winter, he’s got soft brown skin and long black hair in beautiful braids, he likes birds and he’s quiet and insightful, he’s an artist and hates wearing shoes and has an odd but endearing obsession with Edgar Allan Poe, there are always feathers or flowers in his hair and they love him for it

Velma has Spring, and he’s a quiet but mischievous and dangerous boy with brown hair and greyish blue eyes, he likes playing with insects and watching nature documentaries, he’s careful and calculating and writes creepy poetry on their walls, they’re kind of scared of him but hey if the Mystery Gang ends up spinning out their own criminal not gonna lie they’re probably gonna be kinda proud