#penelope peafowl

[lovegabe1999]

@tallysphinx 's OC Penelope Peafowl

Raus, Raus! (Get out, get out!)

[sea-owl]

@browneyesandhair unearthed a bunch of my spouses friend group posts and now it has given me an idea. Set in the spouses friend group au but also throw in some omegaverse au too.

Simon was getting twitchy lately. His eye would randomly flinched, his hands would shake, and when seated he found himself more often than naught bouncing his leg. It was becoming irritating. Damn these pack instincts! This is what he gets for making friends, they trick him into becoming a pack leader and then he gains pack instincts. Those same damn instincts makes him twitchy when he goes too long without seeing all the members of his pack or smelling their scent. Anything to know they are ok!

Everyone has been away on different trips for the past two weeks as well. Kate is visiting a client’s farm since she’s one of the few vets that know how to treat peafowl in the nearby area. Sophie was traveling for a tattoo convention that she’s been excited about. The trio has traveled to Crete, Penelope for work, Phillip to go see the oldest olive tree, and Michael just refused to be left behind. Gareth and Lucy went on a college trip for an archeology class Gareth convinced Lucy to take with him. So yeah Simon really hasn't even had at least one of them around to settle himself.

Aunt Agatha is no help either, she just laughs at him whenever he goes off on rants about how his little pack, that he didn't even ask for nor does he know how he ended up as pack leader, is driving him up a wall.

But it will be ok, they are all due to come home soon. Then Simon can relax and have some help eating the dozens of cookies he's stressed baked the past week and a half. It helps that he's managed to herd them all living together in this stupidly enormous house he inherited.

Simon pulled out his phone.

*In the group chat*

Simon: All of you come straight home after you get back. No side stops.

Michael: Uh, oh, alpha daddy is daddying

Kate: Michael, Penelope, Gareth, have any of you been stressing out Simon again?

Gareth: US?!?!?

Penelope: Michael and I have been in Crete. . .WITH PHILLIP. You think he's gonna let us ruin his chances at seeing the oldest olive tree?

Phillip: I would have buried you two.

Sophie: And then dig them right back up. You three would not survive without one another.

Gareth: And I've been at a dig site with Lucy. How are we gonna stress Simon out at a dig site? 💀

Lucy: TBH I thought he saw that picture of us eating that ancient jar of honey.

Simon: YOU ATE WHAT?!?!

"YOU ATE WHAT?"

Simon felt his shoulders relax when seven distinct smells hit him, followed by seven different voices. The loudest being Kate's as she's questioning Gareth and Lucy. The phone slipped from his hand and lightly landed on the countertop.

His pack was home.

Now, he had to join Kate on scolding some naughty pups. Them being in University is irrelevant.

[circifox]

Team Research

Me? Drawing Sonic fanart? It's been a while, but I was in the mood to draw Sonic Penelope again as well as create a proper team for her. Sonic Penelope did originally have friends (sort of), but I didn't ever bring them to fruition. I also made a Sonic equivalent of my character Angel, and made a new character who is a Peafowl. I imagine Sonic Penelope would be a flight character, Sonic Angel is a power character, and Vanetta is speed. Penelope and Angel would have been friends for years long before Penelope began her chaos emerald research, while Vanetta is a more recent friend. I imagine she's a descendant of the Babylonians like the Babylon Rogues. However, she eventually left to explore the world and learn more about it. Her knowledge of technology helped bring Penelope's research to another level. For Angel, Penelope developed some power enhancers for him, which he wears under the sleeves of his hoodie. He's inseparable from his Chao plush. Sonic the Hedgehog (series)- SEGA Penelope, Angel, Vanetta- Me (@circifox)

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[thquldnunc]

“You know very well, my love, that my cock only hardens for your pleasure — you do tease me so, it is as if you wish me to stray from your side till the coming of the evening?” Thomas provoked, taking her into his arms, his kiss as passionate and blinding as any other he bestowed upon his most beautiful wife, to the woman whom he had sworn steadfast fidelity to and one whom had since kept his protective nature in check. Against her, he practiced a playful moan, the noise only for the warm cup of her ear — the hallway yet empty but reaching the point of fullness at the break in meetings or ladies feasts. Stroking his hands over the edges of a body well known to he who had caressed such skin before the creation of two children; one heavenly and one almost fully grown. Without care, he put one warm curve of a palm against his wife’s breast, his grin as greedy as the late King’s when faced with sweetened meat as he groped her through the stiff brocade of her courtly dress. “How I would have you in anything else, how I am at a loss of your beauty every time I am blessed with your company. You will be my undoing, my curse,” his tongue slurred on desire before he dropped his grip, taking instead to her hand as he guided her down the hallway upon the oncoming noises of their peers — of women matured to the sights of well worn wrinkles, to the men who pranced over well trodden wood in a manner to display peafowl feathers.

He leaned into her hand then in the same way a dog would its master’s caress, his eyes closed in a moment’s adoration before the heavens broke into solid stone to reveal the pained light of the day. The hours would hence be long and torturous to be without the stained hand of his wife — and so, he turned to step back into the skin worn day in and day out, the costume of a courtier and scheming Spymaster with the weight of a legacy upon his shoulders. He had told Penelope almost everything to do with his life; from Elizabeth Barton’s torture to Cromwell’s life lessons, he had shared in the same honeyed hopes a lover would a suspected match. But, by his own sense of his family’s safety, he had refrained from ever spilling the truths that surrounded the illegitimate son of the late King or off the upcoming foray to Dover. She would know in time, perhaps, but what good would it serve his wife and daughter if they knew of Thomas’ involvement in the seclusion of the red-haired babe? 

“My sweetheart, you wish to know? Well, I will meet with Cecil and de Vere before reckoning with the King upon some matters that are of little interest. Marriage, the holy bonds, that will probably be mentioned and thus I will have to share some input, though such a matter should be kept in patience if we are to use his manhood to our advantage… I have thoughts on the Princess, but that is for ears not owned by yourself, for I have yet to even share them with the council,” he murmured, his words quickened by whispers, hurrying their feet against uneven stonework, leaning into his wife in an effort to create a quiet intimacy around them. “And what of you, my sweet? What have you to share with your husband other than what throbs between those darling legs? I cannot go into a meeting with a hardened quill, or I will be the joke of the noon.” 

her laughter is soft and  merciless between them, relishing in the way that thomas so easily shed his courtly stature at the touch of her hands, at the girlish antics that she entrapped him with - as if they were young courtiers again, stealing moments away before duty called thomas back to cromwell. eyes remained focused on their watch obediently, even as her body curves into his touch, his lips leaving fresh goosebumps in their wake that will remain to haunt her throughout the afternoon once they have parted yet again. " you remain a cruel, yet devoted man of english blood. tell me, does our majesty make your cock stir as strongly as i do?" her words are hushed between them, a slip in the dignified lady that she always so often carried. the secret bits of their selves that they deigned to only share with one another.

" i suppose i shall tolerate being another bird whispering in your ear, my thomas. perhaps you shall find my words sweet enough to reward with another press of your lips when we must part." a grin hidden on her face as the sound of his muffled groan sent a shiver down the length of her body, dark eyes full of wanton desire as he pulled away from her once more. 

plump lips fall into a teasing pout as he tugged her forward, falling forward and into his side as if her body was meant for no other place in the world. she lifted his hand to her lips to steal another kiss along his knuckles, ripe with adoration and devotion for her beloved, before releasing it so that she may slip her arm through his. " i fear that if i awaited your return in our rooms, you may have found that i have sought to shift the entirety of them to play a foolish jest on you." penelope hummed, smile returned once more to her features. " no, i would rather pluck a few moments away from you while we walk. it shall settle my moods to know that i have delivered you safely, less a stray lord attempts to bother you incessantly and needlessly." she stretched out a hand to gently fix the hair that she had mussed previously with her antics. " may i inquire on your appointments?" 

[spooky-skullss]

10/10 comment and use of 1920 slang.

Rumor Honeybottoms and Penelope Peafowl, just chillin I guess-

[hiboudecheshire]

French politics & their daemons

Emmanuel Macron - Indian peafowl (Paon bleu)

Francois Fillon - Eurasian eagle-owl (Hibou grand-duc)

Jean-Luc Melenchon - Common raven (Grand Corbeau)

Manuel Valls - Tasmanian devil (diable de Tasmanie)

Dominique Dord - Northern mockingbird (Moqueur polyglotte)

Bernard Cazeneuve - Eurasian beaver (Castor d’Europe)

Nathalie Kosciusko-Morizet - European viper (Vipère péliade)

Francois Hollande - European badger (Blaireau européen)

Penelope Fillon - Mute swan (Cygne tuberculé)

[lovegabe1999]

@tallysphinx 's OC Penelope Peafowl

[lovegabe1999]

@tallysphinx 's OC Penelope Peafowl

[lovegabe1999]

@tallysphinx 's OC Penelope Peafowl

[lovegabe1999]

@tallysphinx 's OC Penelope Peafowl

[lovegabe1999]

@tallysphinx 's OC Penelope Peafowl

monstroser hässlicher (monstrosity ugly)

[lovegabe1999]

@tallysphinx 's OC Penelope Peafowl

Achtung! (Attention!)

[lovegabe1999]

@tallysphinx 's OC Penelope Peafowl

Ah! Guten morgen! Mein name ist Cuphead (Oh! Good morning! My name is Cuphead!)

Guten Morgen! Mein Name ist Cuphead! Wir bin gekommen, um Ihre alte Heimat besuchen. (Good morning! My name is Cuphead! We have come to visit your old home.)

Donnerwette! ( Good heavens! )

Schweinhunds ( bastards )

Dummkopfs ( fools )

[lovegabe1999]

@tallysphinx 's OC Penelope Peafowl

[lovegabe1999]

@tallysphinx 's OC Penelope Peafowl

Penelope Peafowl in ,,Flapper Fiasco ''

Cuphead and Mugman fighting Penelope Peafowl for her contract.

[lovegabe1999]

@tallysphinx 's OC Penelope Peafowl