#pls respect it and know i have nothing against furries

[sealdeer]

first rule of riding in a car at night is to take as many flash photos as possible

[pastaimpact]

Since ur a catboy and maid simp 👀👀👀👀

Catboy maid headcanons for xiao, scaramouche, zhongli, kaeya and diluc?

Like, they lost a bet and have to drink a potion from albedo that turns them into catboy maid or smth pls?

-mac bulli anon

if u see me rotting, no u didnt

Xiao’s displeased by the transformation, but he has better things to do than to get worked up by a small thorn in his side. He has evil spirits to get rid off, and archons be damned if he’s going to let a pair of furry ears and a tail get in the way of his duty. It’s an odd sight, seeing him swing around his jade spear with his mask on, only to be moe-fied by his ears.

He insists on carrying out his own duties, saying that your selfish desires to have him as your maid won’t overrule his original contract to Rex Lapis. Chances are, you won’t even get him into the maid outfit before he goes running off to dispel some spirits. It can’t be helped: Xiao is someone who values Liyue’s peace before he values anything else, although he does feel a bit fuzzy inside when he sees how ecstatic you are over how cute he looks.

If he does find a moment of reprieve, that’s your best chance to capitalize on his transformation. Xiao claims that he needs no attention or extra love from you, that he’s a yaksha who works alone out of fear of harming you, but he’s still someone who craves for the gentle touch of a fellow being. Tell him that he’s done a good job and that you’re proud of him while cupping his face, and next thing you know, he’ll have slotted himself against your body and tell you that this isn’t necessary, all while his tail wags around happily. Archons forbid that anyone tries to interrupt your cuddling session, because he’ll start hissing like an actual cat the moment your attention is turned away from him.

Xiao purred against your skin, his head resting on the area in between your shoulder and neck. He was always cat-like to begin with: coy, distance, but still gentle and affectionate at the right times. You fondled his ears the way he liked them, and his tail curled up in satisfaction.

“What a pretty kittycat you are,” you cooed, your voice low and calm, like the careful trills of a lullaby. “Always working so hard... Always caring for someone other than yourself... What a good boy.”

“...Keep going,” he murmured, scooting closer to you when you stopped petting him for a second. You let a smile grace your lips as you stroked his soft fur again, enjoying the way the catboy immediately relaxed against you. 

How adorable.

Scaramouche is livid, to say the least, by this change. He’s a Fatui Harbinger, and someone who demands nothing short of utmost respect and authority from those around him. Being demoted to not only a servant, but not even a human one at that, is a stain against his spotless, untouchable command.

The entire time he’s placed under your care, he grumbles and snaps at everything that comes his way. He mutters that you should be grateful he’s even putting up with this, and he might just flat-out refuse to do the things you ask of him—until you tell him that you’ll ask someone else, like Signora or Childe. Only then does he come scrambling back to you with a pout on his face and his ears pressed against his head to scold you and say that he could do a better job than any of those sloppy Harbingers could.

He also threatens you, saying that you owe him for humiliating him like this, but he also forgets all about being mean to you the moment you start petting his ears and scratching behind them. Scaramouche swears on his life that he hates being treated like this, but the way he clings to you and purrs loudly clearly says otherwise. He’ll get huffy and frown if you stop petting him, so be prepared for him to completely monopolize your time.

“I hate you for this,” he hissed, practically bristling in your lap. You bit back a laugh, feeling the way he wrapped his arms tightly around your torso, pulling himself as close as he could to your chest. “You’re terrible.”

“It’s ‘You’re terrible, Master’ to you,” you teased, burying your fingers in his hair to tease his ears. The Harbinger opened his mouth as if to snap back at you with a haughty remark, but he immediately melted into your touch instead, giving soft mewls and twisting his head against your skin so that he could feel more of your touch.

“I-I still hate you,” he grumbled, forcing himself to frown at you and huff. He dug his nails into your clothes, settling his chin on your shoulder so that you couldn’t see the blush rising to his cheeks. “Master.”

Zhongli has seen his fair share of oddities, being an archon and all, so he’s grown to get used to whatever life throws at him all while honoring his own approach to life and any traditions he upholds. While being transformed into a cat and a maid, for that matter, is surprising, it’s probably nothing more than a mild inconvenience to a god that once held the ability to shift into a variety of different forms.

He’s a skilled and knowledgeable man, so he’s more than willing to assist you in a variety of topics. His one condition while being placed under your care is that you treat him with the same respect you would show him at any other time. While he may be relatively polite and mild-mannered, he still was a very potent and feared God of War at one point in his life. He doesn’t expect much from you; just drop any funny business around him, and he’ll entertain you for hours with his knowledge about politics, arts, and other fine subjects.

Zhongli is good about keeping his emotions in check, and even with cat ears and a tail, it’s still fairly difficult to gauge how he truly feels. Of course, his new body does betray him every now and then: a flick of his tail to signify intrigue, ears pressed against his head for annoyance, a twitch of his nose for interest. It’s best not to tease him or pry into how he feels whenever he does make an odd movement, but it wouldn’t hurt to present yourself appropriately depending on whatever mood he’s in based off of his little actions. Besides, it’s not everyday that you can see someone as respected and feared as Zhongli in a cute maid dress with his tail swishing excitedly behind him.

His entrance was quiet, and the only thing that even signaled his presence in the room was the rustle of fabric as he walked towards you. His tail was still, and his ears perked up like it had been for the day, ever since he downed the transformation potion. “I brought you tea.”

You looked up from your paperwork, smiling softly at the former archon. You pulled a stray chair close to where you were seated, inviting him to sit down as he set the teacup down in front of you. “You shouldn’t have!”

He shook his head, his ears twitching with the slightest hint of satisfaction as he sat down. “It was about time you took a break. I thought I would remind you not to push yourself too far by bringing you something to relax with. Do drink up; I brewed it myself with prized leaves.”

Kaeya’s all about staying a step ahead of the game, and the moment fluffy cat ears and a tail sprout up on his body, there’s a good chance that he’s already found loads of ways to capitalize on his features to get what he wants. The best way to get information from anyone is to get them to let their guard down, and it’s hard to be intimidated by someone who looks like a stuffed animal.

Which is exactly what he does. There’s a good chance that Kaeya’s been observing you for a while, for whatever reasons he might have (be it personal or for the Knights of Favonius), so he’ll definitely use his cat features to his advantage. He’ll snuggle up to you and let you relax by teasing you with his tail and his ears, and he’ll let his silvery tongue do the rest as he extracts bits and pieces of information from you like he was extracting honey from a beehive.

Kaeya rocks the whole maid concept better than anyone else. Flexibility and adaptability are just a few of his many strong suits, and he might even go along with playing pretend with you just out of the goodwill of his heart. He’s extorted you already for loads of intel, so the least he can do to get you to keep staying so lax around him is to humor you just a bit. It’s also a good chance to see you smiling and laughing as you bury your head into his hair, and it sure doesn’t hurt to hear you gush over how much of a majestic catboy he is.

You felt his fluffy tail slink against your arms, Kaeya splayed out across your lap with the most smug smile you’ve ever seen from him. “Awwww, your tail is so cute! I wish I could just hold it and fall asleep! It feels just like a cloud!”

“Does it now, Master?” Kaeya purred, batting his eyeslashes. It had only been about fifteen minutes since he barged into your room to show off his cat features, and he had already gotten enough info about you to entertain him for weeks. “You can pet me more, if you’d like.”

You lit up, completely oblivious to the fact that Kaeya had you wrapped around his little finger. You were far too innocent, too careless even, and Kaeya found it amusing. “Oh, Kaeya! You’re the best!”

Diluc’s also fairly annoyed by this mess, but he isn’t one to viciously fight against what’s already happened. It is rather irritating to have to put all of his responsibilities aside for another day, but he’s capable businessman who’s used to having to adapt to all sorts of situations. Being turned into the catmaid is by far not the worst of his problems, but it’s enough of a change to actually make him think about how he presents himself not only to you but the people of Mondstadt as well.

He has maids around his winery, so he mimics his ow behavior with what he wants of them. Of course, you don’t make him cook or clean or anything like that, and similarly to Zhongli, he makes sure to treat you with respect as long as you do the same. Diluc’s a very pragmatic man, and he simply takes his duty as a maid to keep you out of trouble, accompanying you whenever you need to head out to protect you from stray monsters or helping you with any finances that you might have to sort out.

His only request is that he doesn’t let anyone outside of his immediate circle know about his current affliction. The last thing he needs is his reputation as a respectable tycoon tarnished, and he sure as hell doesn’t need Kaeya strolling around to mess with him. If it incentivizes you to keep the whole temporary catmaid thing under wraps, he’ll tell you that it can be a little secret between the two of you. It’s best that you give him your word, lest you end up on the wrong side of his stoic mannerisms.

“Good work today,” you remarked, offering up a meek smile to the Dawn Winery owner. “It must have been a lot of work. You know, having to deal with the whole transformation thing while running a business.”

Diluc glanced momentarily you, his ears pressing against his head. You wasn’t sure if it was out of annoyance or shyness, but you decided that it was the latter, as Diluc hadn’t walked away from you just yet. “It’s fine. Albedo said it should wear off any day now.”

“Mmm. But still, if you ever need help from me, let me know, okay? I know I’m your ‘master’ temporarily, but we’re still friends,” You laughed. The corners of Diluc’s mouth twitched as he turned away.

“Goodnight then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

[pomegranate-belle]

Pls have more ridiculous cat!Matt shenanigans, including some halfhearted worldbuilding, lol

“Mr. Nelson,” Foggy reads in his best falsely-jovial customer service voice, “as neither yourself or Mr. Murdock are legally classified as forcibly nocturnal, your request for a nighttime work shift has been denied to leave space for employees who have greater need of the night shift schedule. Please be at work promptly at seven forty-five AM with the attached onboarding paperwork completed and in hand. While we understand and respect that the circumstances of Mr. Murdock’s shapeshifting curse can be a challenge in the workplace, the firm of Landman and Zack reserves the right to terminate the employment of any employee unable to complete their work obligations in a timely manner, on the grounds of blah, blah, blah. Jesus fuck.”

With an angry huff, Foggy crumples up the memo. It’s on fancy card stock, so he has to put extra effort into crushing it and that only frustrates him more. When he tosses it at the trash can and misses wildly, Matt pounces on the paper and bites it. Normally his tiny fury would at least make Foggy crack a smile, but he’s still too upset. And the truth is, he knows deep down it’s not really funny. If Matt was human right now he’d have smashed something or broken his hand punching a wall. Foggy supposes that’s at least one silver lining to the curse — it generally keeps Matt from hurting himself when he’s pissed off.

“Ok yeah you might not die in sunlight or anything, but come on! How many blood-sucking lawyers do they have that there’s no room for two interns on the night shift!”

There’s a low, reproachful mrrow at that. Matt’s even stopped eviscerating the crumpled memo to point his furry, disapproving face up at Foggy. How Matt’s disappointed-in-you expression still works even as a cat, Foggy has no clue. He sighs loudly.

“Yes, I know, that’s sanguist. It’s not the vampires’ faults, it’s on L&Z. But I’m still royally torqued off, Matt! This is so stupid!” He picks up their onboarding paperwork and shakes it. “And do you know what’s worse?”

With a tilt of his head, Matt offers a questioning chirp. His tail flicks at the air, weaving back and forth.

“Your paperwork is all in Braille!” Foggy exclaims. “So basically they’re willing to accommodate your blindness — probably only because they’re legally required to — but not your cat-ness!”

At last, Foggy’s indignation runs dry, and he slumps down onto one of their kitchen chairs, tossing the sheaf of paper onto the table. He doesn’t even want to think about mind-numbing paperwork right now, let alone the kind he’ll either have to fill out painstakingly slowly by himself or stay up all night to help Matt finish once the moon finally rises. Another groan spills past Foggy’s lips as he scrubs at his face in agitation. Really, though, there’s nothing for it.

“I guess that means I’d better beef up on my Braille,” he mutters, “unless we both want the boot. Jeez. It’s kind of ironic that this would actually be easier if they were full-on ADA non-compliant dicks and just left everything in print. What dipshit thinks a cat can read Braille with its teeny tiny toe beans?”

Matt makes an indignant little mew and butts his head against Foggy’s ankle.

“What! It’s a technical term!” insists Foggy. “I don’t care if you think it sounds undignified, they’re toe beans!”

[fyrapartnersearch]

LGBT+ LONG TERM RPS PLS

lowkey tired of writing these but that's life my guys, pride month is making weary and in need of some good, fluffy angsty plots.

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About me: 

Im Z, I am twenty and quickly approaching Twenty one, watch out ya boi can be in a bowling alley past ten pm now, My pronouns are they/them, i live in EST and im super gay, nice to meet you, lets get down to business. 

How often do you post?: I can reply at least once a day or every other day, sometimes i get really into it and came put out two replies in a day and sometimes i need a break for a few times, I'll let you know where i'm and please do feel free to let me know where you are are!.

Do you like Smut: I enjoy smut. Most times i prefer story and romance building before smut but if you are wanting a smut heavy plot, let me know, I'm not against it.

What's your stance on OOC Communication: I truly like to feel comfortable with my rp partners, we don't gotta be best friends but i want to know if i send a meme, a picture of my cat or ask how your day was, those conversations and things can be shared!

Types of Writing Partners I want?: Someone who is;

LGBT Friendly 

Disability Friendly

Has/can make Diverse characters/POC Friendly

Immigrant/ESL friendly 

I prefer partners who write in past tense and third person.

Someone to craft stories and worlds with, idea swapping and sharing, being excited for what is coming

Someone who talks about what is going to happen in the next scene, per say if they want to add a twist, change the course or time skip, I seriously dislike when things pop up in plot of nowhere, 

Multipara writers and someone who can write multiple characters, per say side characters or poly relationships.

20+

Someone longggggggterm.

Characters I Play?: My characters will always be trans and/or queer, i can play an array of sexualities and genders and hope others can do the same, i thoroughly enjoy mxm, mxm+nb, nbxnb TransxTrans plots. ( i do not do any cishet pairings )

My Post Lengths?: I can post a lot or I can post a little. It depends on like the course of the plot, sometimes it calls for five paragraphs and sometimes you can only write one, I hate one-liners honestly. boop. I'll match you, you match me? 

Diversity: This is a MUST, My muses are trans, queer, immigrants, black or of color, disabled, and so on and i will not change them to fit your narrative, if my muse is deaf, their deaf and your muse can learn asl. I'm always literally thrilled when someone can make or have a diverse muse, it adds realness and comfort to plots, i find.

Story elements I like: 

Drama?: I really, truly love drama in plots, tragic backstories, non perfect couples, fighting, ex's coming back, character building,flaws in personality, MAKE ME SUFFEERRR. Thanks so much,

Low (Modern) Fantasy:All my muses have supernatural sides and i prefer doing plots like this, nothing warms my heart more than to have a witch cashier, werewolf professor, vampire barista and so on. 

Crime: Gangs? Mobs? Demons trying to kill my boo for not respecting a contract? thievery? Knives, guns? drugs? guard falling for a inmate and breaking them out?? Give it to me!!!

Apocalyptic: Falling in love while zombies try to bite our faces off? I'm into it.

Angst?: fucking murder me, our muses are confused figuring out sexuality or gender together and sneaking around for kisses and quickies? there's threat of being found? someone has a political career at stake? your muse is married and you gotta sneak mine around? fffff

Fluff/Domestic?: cute dates? soft kisses? adopting or having kids? rescuing a pupper? baking together? ya, murder me with this too.

Darker elements: I do like quiet a few, like violence, murder, a bit of gore, having blood on your hands to get to the top, fuck ya, i will definitely tell you if something is too much for me though. 

Limits?:

Smut limits: incest, underage, toilet play, furries, like anything illegal. 

Hard limits: insects, bugs, extreme gore, Sexual assault.

Soft limits:(which means they may be apart of the plot but we HAVE to talk about it first, just don't throw it in out of nowhere): Any type of identity slur, domestic abuse.

Fandoms I Like:

Hunger games, Maze runner, The Last of Us, Harry Potter, Twilight, Miss peregrines house of peculiar children, Life is strange, Detroit: Become Human, Zombie, sometimes marvel like mostly spiderman, Divergent. 

Still with me? Cool, I solely rp on discord, You can find me here: AssignedTrashAtBirth#3839 ٩(●ᴗ●)۶ Please message me with your favorite meme!!

[butsomeofusarelookingatthestars]

Hii could u pls do something where ur pregnant and ur a doctor and u see a little kids Dad die and u get really sad cus u don’t want ur kid to have to go through that because Luke has a dangerous job and he tries to console u but ur just really scared of losing him?? I feel like Luke himself would have those thoughts 😭

Losing You

Fandom: Criminal MindsPairing: Luke Alvez x ReaderPrompt: Request

Description: A distressing case at the hospital causes you to think about your own situation.

I adored writing this one! I actually think it may be one of my favourites. I think you’re dead on with feeling that Luke would have worries about it. Also, if anyone wants to see any more of angsty dad!Luke there’s plenty coming up in IYF!

Your hand trembled slightly as you rested it on your growing bump, tears building up in your eyes and threatening to overspill as the horror of the day finally sunk it.

As a doctor, you were used to difficult days at work and you had experienced countless tragedies. It never got easier to lose a patient, but you had learnt how to compartmentalise your emotions and how to cope with the loss.

You had to be the best doctor you could be and a part of that was ensuring that you persevered through the tragedies in order to make a difference to others.

However, nothing could have prepared for you for the scene you had witnessed today. The case affected you in a way no other had ever. The man who had slipped away had been a husband…a father. It was that thought that haunted you.

You had been frozen in shock at the hospital as his widow broke down in front of you, the sound of children crying seemed to echo through your head as she desperately tried to soothe them. But, losing their father was something that would change them forever.

Their family was broken.

A gentle flutter in your stomach made you caress your stomach, a stray tear slowly tracking down your face as you glanced down at your baby bump. You knew exactly why the case today had gotten to you so much. Why you couldn’t let it go.

It could easily be you in that situation one day, crying over losing the love of your life and the father of your child.

As if sensing your distress, Roxy trotted over to nuzzle your hand affectionately – quickly leaping up onto the sofa in order to snuggle up beside you. Your intuitive dog seemed to know that you needed comforting, hoping that her warmth could reassure you and ease your apparent anguish.

Ever since the start of your pregnancy, she had become increasingly protective of you – often following you around the apartment just to keep a close eye on you.

Luke had been thrilled at her protectiveness, insisting that she was already the ‘best big sister’ your baby could ask for. He had often spoken about Roxy’s ability to help others. After all, she had supported him through some of his worst moments in the regiment and the trauma that followed.

But, you had never realised that she had grown to love you so much until she began to sleep at the foot of your bed – acting as a furry footwarmer while Luke was away as if sensing that you and the baby needed a little extra comforting in his absence.

You knew how much it reassured Luke to know that you had her around when he was working a case. However, it seemed as if he were completely oblivious to the dangers he himself faced.

You had always known Luke was the type of person who loved the adrenaline rush that came with demanding jobs. A former ranger wasn’t expected to sit comfortably behind a desk and you immensely respected his determination to help make a difference to others.

But, that didn’t mean that you didn’t worry.

In the past, it had always been at the back of your mind that you might one day receive the phone call to tell you things had gone wrong in the field. But, ever since you had found out you were expecting, old concerns came flooding back with overwhelming force.

Sometimes it felt as if the fear was consuming you. Whether it was waking up with a scream on your lips as you suffered from all-to-vivid nightmares or bugging Luke to send you a goodnight text every night he was away – the news had changed your life.

Before, you had always worried about losing the love of your life. But, now losing the father of your child made the thought truly unbearable. Being left alone was your greatest fear and it was one that constant lurked in your mind, striking out at your most vulnerable moments.

It was a dangerous job and there was nothing that could change that. You had no control over whether or not Luke would return home or not…and that petrified you.

He just couldn’t understand why every time he was late home, you looked so relieved. Nor could he grasp why you got so nervous when he fell asleep before responding to your texts.

He didn’t understand the question that constantly loomed in your mind. What if?

The sound of the door opening caused you to glance up, relief filling your eyes as they landed on Luke. You quickly turned your head away from him, wiping at your face in order to desperately try to hide the evidence of your tears.

He bent down to press a tender kiss on top of your head, dropping his go-bag to the floor as he approached the front of the sofa.

It had always been the first thing he did once he got home, giving you a kiss.He outstretched a hand to fondly scratch Roxy behind her ears, grinning as she licked his hand appreciatively. He always loved returning home to his two favourite girls.

“How are you?” He murmured softly, turning his attention back to you.

A slight frown played on his lips as he took in your glistening cheeks and pained eyes, noting how withdrawn you seemed. His eyes softened, their warm brown depths filling with concern, as they landed on the hand on your stomach.

“Is everything okay?” He asked quietly, his voice strained with worry. Fear stirred in his stomach as he wondered if something was wrong with the baby. He had never seen you like this before.

“I- I-” You choked on your words as your body began to shake, tears flooding silently down your face.

Luke immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace as you sobbed into his chest. He shushed you softly as he tucked your head under his chin, one hand tracing soothing patterns on your back as the other drifted to stroke your hair.

“I’m here.”

Those were the only words he murmured as he held you protectively against his chest, trying to assure you that you weren’t alone.

Eventually, your cries subsided – leaving you clutching at his tear-stained shirt in attempt to remain close to his warmth. His heartbeat provided reassurance as you tried to reason with yourself that he wasn’t going anywhere.

“I lost a patient.”

Your whisper was almost inaudible, stifled by his shirt. Your voice filled with sadness as the tears continued to stream down your face.

“I’m sorry.”

Luke knew how hard it was for you to lose a patient. Your compassion was one of the things he loved most about you and it helped to make you an outstanding doctor. But, it also made the losses a lot harder on you. He also knew how you felt – all-too-familiar with the gut wrenching feeling of not being able to help someone in need.

The burden was too much.

“He was a father.”

Your strangled voice told him everything. He immediately knew why you were so upset. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t worried about the exact same thing, obsessing over it ever since you had announced you were pregnant. The thought of leaving his family behind was one that had caused him many sleepless nights.

“He left his family alone.”

He moved up to sit beside you, sandwiching you between his warmth and Roxy’s, before pulling you against his chest protectively. His hands drifted down to gently caress your stomach, humming softly like he had been doing for the past few months. He wanted your baby to know his voice.

“Nothing’s going to happen to me…or to us.” He told you firmly, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

“You don’t know that.” You whispered quietly, you almost didn’t want to share your fears with him because you knew it hadn’t been easy on him recently.

Balancing the chaos of the BAU with the responsibilities of being an expectant parent could leave him feeling slightly drained – both physically and emotionally. You didn’t want to add to his stress, but you couldn’t keep your feelings a secret from him anymore.

Your words had been the ones Luke had been dreading because he knew they were the truth. The unpredictability of being a SSA and the very real dangers he faced on a daily basis were things he had feared himself. He wanted to be there to see his child grow up and a career in the FBI could cost him that dream.

The loss of Stephen had hit him hard. Having to hold Monica in his arms as the incredibly strong woman broke down with grief had been a moment that had haunted him ever since. The sight of his distraught son and daughter at his funeral had given him nightmares.

What if it were you standing there one day, dressed in black and comforting your child as you wept over his coffin?

It was the reality of the possibility that truly terrified him and no amount of promises would lessen the threat.

“What if I lose you?”

He shook his head determinedly at your words. No matter how valid both your fears were, right now you had to live in present and not worry about the future. One thing he was certain of was that your love was something that could never be broken.

He gently laced his fingers through yours as he moved your intertwined hands to your stomach, tenderly caressing the ever-growing bump. You felt a familiar fluttering as your baby moved against your hands. It was almost as if he or she knew that you both needed the comfort.

Luke smiled softly, pressing a tender kiss on your temple as he felt your baby kick against his hand. This was his family and there was one promise he could always keep.

“You’ll never lose me. I promise.”