#short body flower horn babies

[verysmallcyborg]

Fornax Val'ethtue

B A S I C S

Name: Fornax Val'ethtue (or Fyrstyrn [fire star] Dotharl, when thinking of the two naming conventions)

Nicknames: They don't have much nicknames, however friends that know Fornax well enough can call them "Lily" (Delmira especially calls them that, this is because of their association with the flower), otherwise only Ryss gets to call her sea puppy or treasure

Age: 37 (by Endwalker)

Nameday: 5th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon

Race: Sea Wolf Roegadyn + Xaela Au Ra (au roe, if you will. tehe)

Gender: Non-binary Butch (she/they)

Orientation: Lesbian

Profession: Outside of WoL responsibilities... bodyguard and marksman

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: Black with a bunch of grey hairs. If it's short, it's spiky and either has the sides and the lower back of it shaved down, or they have their sideburns. If it's longer, then it's generally messy and uneven with a "wild" look.

Eyes: Black sclera, slit pupils, and vibrant orange. Fornax's eyes only glow because their dad taught them how to apply limbal rings when she was young, but never learned how to accurately do it (or when to stop doing it, until there was a full glow) after his death.

Skin: Dark grey, has a black gradient starting at their forearms and goes all the way to their hands. Has a fair amount of scales, though some are broken and ripped off around scars.

Tattoos/scars: Decorated in scars all over their face and body, but the most notable ones are on their face, neck, and torso. Some of her face scars are from saving a coeurl kit from hunters, and briefly got mauled by its mother when returning it (they understood the protective instinct, but OUCH). The scars across their neck and chest was an incident that put them at deaths door, and then a large scar on their side is from... WELL. Ryss. :) Don't worry about it :)

Very important: their top scars!! Those tits: chopped off. Also the end of their tail (that doesn't have the top layer of thick scales) has a bite scar from the Major-General, no one believes them when they say a tiny shark with tiny legs bit them while fishing.

Fornax has a very subtle trail of faint orange stars on their back for a tattoo!

F A M I L Y

Parents: Unnamed Roegadyn mother & Xaela father. Her mom was a traveling merchant of sorts, while her dad was part of the Dotharl clan. Unfortunately, both were murdered while Fornax was young... :')

Siblings: No siblings

Grandparents: N/A (I don't think that far with family LOL)

In-laws and Other: No idea about in-laws, but for other: their lovely spouse, Ryssrael!!! :)

Pets: Befriends every stray and animal that they cross, but specifically, they have a little black coeurl and a baby amaro that follow them around.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Very skilled with a rifle and axes of any kind (WAR/MCH combo), though they are in their best element when within melee range. Weaponizes their teeth, claws, and tail as often as they can, and wields terrifying, brutal strength that amplifies when angered or under a need to win and/or survive. Best not to piss off a butch who could pull an entire ship with just them and their partner!!

Hobbies: LOVES cooking and all kinds of hands-on crafts, but specifically knitting and crocheting.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Their unwavering determination

Most Negative Trait: Has a self-destructive habit of fleeing and attempting to isolate themselves when hurt

L I K E S

Colors: Most warm colors, baby blue, black, and purple

Smells: Burning firewood, ocean breezes on the sunrise/sunset, the stinging metallic scent of blood, flowers in a field, freshly cooked food (especially stews and bread)

Textures: The subtle raised skin of old scars, the wool off of freshly sheared karakuls, tree bark, warm hands against their scales, horns, and tail

Drinks: Apple cider, hot chocolate, fruity beverages

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Not really, unless offered

Drinks: Only in good company/socially

Drugs: Recreationally? Maybe, otherwise nah

Mount Issuance: Still has their red chocobo (HEH...) but he spends his days sleeping and chilling in the garden of their yard. Nowadays they use a comically tiny airship.

Been Arrested: Several times by the Maelstrom and Flames, mostly when they were a teenager & young adult because of petty thefts and getting in trouble for some of the jobs they took on to scrape by. Fornax has gotten significantly better at escaping and hiding though, which is kinda funny when you wonder, how does anyone lose a 8ft/244cm tall au roe with a big ole tail?

Tagged by @hazelkjt and @cindernet-explorer!!! thank you <3

UHHHHHH i've seen most folks i follow be tagged already, so i'm pointing at the viewer. Your Turn

[ragingadhd]

Guys I am so normal and neurotypical

Anyway here’s a bunch of Rangers Apprentice characters as MLP ponies (a totally normal and neurotypical thing for one to draw)

(Will, Horace, Cassandra, Alyss, in that order)

Image descriptions below

[1st image ID: A pegasus stallion with a forest green coat. His coat has blotchy, light sage green patterns on his muzzle, legs, chest, ears, and flank. He has a messy brown mane and tail with a short maroon streak. The feathers on his wings are maroon and his hooves are brown. He’s smiling and has brown eyes. His body is facing left and his head is facing right, and he is in a playful position. His cutie mark depicts a bow and arrow, facing downward, with red butterfly wings instead of fletching. He’s in front of a plain, dark green background with a light green border framing his silhouette. /end ID]

[2nd image ID: An earth pony stallion with a sky blue coat. He has defined, light blue markings on his legs, ears, and muzzle, with a light blue diamond shape between his golden eyes. His mane and tail are short and golden-yellow. He has golden hooves. His cutie mark depicts a sword, facing down, with pink gladiolus flowers blossoming at the sword’s tip. A golden sun-like design shines behind the sword. He is facing left with a confident stance. He’s in front of a plain, dark blue background with a light blue border framing his silhouette. /end ID]

[3rd image ID: an alicorn mare with a peachy orange coat. She has a curly, fiery orange mane and tail that fades to yellow with yellow and blue streaks. Her mane and tail each has a braid in it with a navy blue ribbon bonding it. She has blue eyes and a confident expression. The feathers on her wings are sky blue with a navy blue gradient. Her horn has a blue gradient on the tip. Her hooves are navy blue. Her cutie mark depicts a phoenix curled into a circular position. She’s facing right with an energized pose. She’s in front of a plain, dark orange background with a light orange border framing her silhouette. /end ID]

[4th image ID: a unicorn mare with a baby blue coat. A cloudy pattern is seen on her muzzle, flank, ears, and legs. The cloudy patters are dark blue, light blue, and lilac purple. Her hooves are dark purple. She has a gentle smile and grey eyes. She has a long, wavy mane and tail that’s yellow and fades to dark purple. Her name has a braid that goes around her ears and feed into a ponytail on the back of her head. There’s a purple gradient on her horn. Her cutie mark depicts a light blue crescent moon with a golden laurel framing the outer side of the crescent, and there are three gold stars around it. Her body is facing right and her head is facing left. Her posture is gentle, with one of her front legs off the ground. She’s in front of a plain, dark purple background with a light purple border framing her silhouette. /end ID]

[magnoliacharmed]

Bubbly

(not my gif!)

Shawn Michaels x Fem!Reader one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: 964

Tags: Romantic gestures, champagne, the heart shaped hot tub!, Loverboy Shawn

Summary:

Prompt: Bubbly | A romantic night with you and Shawn.

Author’s note: Prompt from @fluffyfebruary​! I’ll be posting various stories using their prompts throughout the month.

Shawn sure enjoyed playing up that loverboy persona of his.

You were awoken that morning with a loud knock on your door. Rushing down the steps to see what the problem was, you flung open the door to be greeted by a gigantic bouquet of blood red roses. Your eyes widened at the delivery boy who struggled under the weight of the beautiful flowers. The note was printed on hefty cardstock with gold foil surrounding the edges. Shawn certainly was sparing no expense on this night of romance.

There won't be any heartbreak at the hotel tonight.

-S

You rolled your eyes playfully at the card. The rest of your day was a blur as you tried to keep focus on the errands around the house. Shawn had decided to call you a couple of times while you took care of your chores in an attempt to distract you. You fell for it after the second call, leaning against the wall to hear his smooth voice tell you how much he missed you. A fuzziness built at the way he called you honey, the word just skirting the edge of lewdness. After the call ended you ignored the constant ringing that followed it up. Shawn loved to play his little games with you.

As the night approached you, butterflies fluttered in your stomach. A car would be coming to drop you off at a hotel on the outskirts of town. You were completely awash in Shawn's all encompassing feelings of passionate love for you, and you for him. Memories of past rendezvous left you in an intoxicating daze while you applied your makeup and chose your outfit. When you heard the car horn beep outside, you looked down at the dress you wore in confusion. In your zoned out state you didn't even realize what you grabbed out of your closet! It was sexier than you were going for, but as you left the house you figured it fit the mood of the night better than whatever your original plan would be.

Your nerves were completely bunched up at the sight of the hotel coming closer and closer. The building was relatively inconspicuous, causing you to become more alert. Shawn never did anything on the small scale and this place felt absolutely miniscule. It was tucked away amongst the beginnings of a forest that seemed to go on for miles. Shawn met you at the door of the lobby dressed in all black, his blond hair waving down his shoulders in contrast. You couldn't help but to run into his arms and squeal at seeing him again. It just wasn't the same seeing him on TV bouncing around into the ring like an overgrown golden retriever puppy. Your friends were getting sick of the way you grabbed them in excitement every time Shawn won a match. He called you like clockwork after each show no matter how it ended. When he won you showered him with compliments, and when he lost you babied him beyond all belief. Sometimes you swore you could hear him pouting over the phone, his bottom lip poking out just the slightest. Now that you were back in his arms, he squeezed you as tight as he could without hurting you.

"Miss me, honey?"

You nodded against his chest as he rested his hand against the back of your neck. "You know I did."

He hummed and began to move his hand up and down your back lovingly. With a deep breath he led you to the shiny gold doors of the elevator. The exterior of the building was very misleading to what was on offer on the inside. The gold and marble patterns covered every free inch of space to the point of making your eyes hurt. Shawn's hands roamed all over your body in the short time it took the elevator to reach the top floor of the hotel. You melted under his restrained touch. The flowers were gorgeous and the hotel was campy fun, but you would've been happy in a rundown old house as long as you were spending time with Shawn.

Entering your room, your smile spread so wide across your face that your lips started to hurt.

Hearts, hearts, hearts…

Everywhere!

The vanity mirror, the bed, even the large window facing out into the trees was heart shaped. The real pièce de résistance of the suite was the huge, candy red heart bathtub in the center. Two glasses of champagne bubbled away by the edge of the tub as Shawn reached down to make sure the water was still warm. He seemed especially proud of the massive amount of bubbly foam that filled the heart. Shawn scooped up some of the bubbles and blew them out at you playfully. His clothes flew off of him with a grace that took quite a bit of control. You could see the effort he exerted painted plainly across his face and your heart floated. Even in his excitement he still wanted to look as sexy as possible for you.

Your own clothes fell beside you slowly. You took even longer to actually get in the tub for Shawn's benefit. There was something about the look in his eyes that made you feel like you were on top of the world. His soapy hand held onto the other champagne glass carefully to hand it over to you. You took a sip of it and floated over to him to plant a kiss on his lips that felt exceptionally chaste  in contrast to the lovey dovey theming surrounding you.

"I hope there's more of that coming." Your golden retriever of a man winked a blue eye at you, the charm incapable of being turned off.

"That and more, sweetheart."

[courtjesterart]

When Twilight had Midsummer, she was surrounded by physicians and servants and her partners. When Pinkie had Blueberry, she was surrounded by doctors, her loves sequestered behind glass. Fluttershy wanted something else when it came to have her child.

She found herself a nice meadow, somewhere calm and quiet, not too far from her cottage where her wives waited anxiously. She adored them, but she didn't want their nerves to set her own off, she wanted her babe to come into the world with no extra stress. Sun knows she had enough stress as it was, she didn't need anyone else's.

Amongst the grass and the flowers, Fluttershy spread out, leathery wings sprawled out making her massive size that much larger. She still wasn't used to her new body even after all these years with it - not that she was much used to her feathery wings, but at least she could hide amongst her fluff, now she was big and awkward and had nowhere to hide.

She didn't feel like hiding right now. There was nothing to hide from, in this moment - for the first time ever - she felt right.

...

"What's taking so long?" Rainbow Dash huffed, her muzzle pressed against the window of Fluttershy's cottage, fogging the glass with her breath. Applejack reached a hoof over, pressing against her shoulder blade to pull her attention.

"Child birth takes time, Dash." Twilight chuckled sweetly, her round wings separating the two squabbling toddlers that sat on the floor. Pinkie jumped into action, playing out the part of entertainer and distracting the children with a squeaky voice and a silly grin.

"Yeah, Dashie!" Pinkie Pie squeaked, her eyes on the foals but one ear flicked towards Rainbow Dash over on the loveseat. "Remember how long we had to wait for little Blue?"

"Yes." Rainbow Dash tried not to snap, her ears pinning back and fluffing her wings slightly. "And I hated every minute." She stomper her hoof and went back to her post, watching dutifully for any signs of Fluttershy and her child.

Rarity's horn glowed softly as a heavy crochet blanket floated around the anxious pegasus' shoulders, relaxing her forcibly. "Come here, darling." Her voice was soft and soothing as ever, Rainbow always liked how she sounded like bells and turned, slumping slightly in the seat as she made room. She became crushed against Applejack's large body as Rarity joined them, and the combined pressure began to work against her nerves.

"What if something goes wrong?" She mumbled, glancing over at Pinkie as she played with the foals.

"Fluttershy would find a way to let us know," Rarity kissed Dash's temple. "Her animals are watching over her, she's not alone."

...

"Hello, my little light." Fluttershy cooed, pressing her nose to the new born pegasus, cleaning away any residue. "Welcome to the world." The infant furled and unfurled his brown leathery wings, curled up on trembling gangly legs as he blinked.

With gentle encouragement from his large mother, Scattered Light managed to rise to his hooves and take his first shaking steps. He stumbled towards her, falling against her warm and soft body. She tucker her wing around him, praising him for his effort as she worked through his short fluffy mane.

When he was clean, she used her wing thumb to help lift her new child onto her back as she stood, keeping her wings held out to give him a steady surface to lie on as she made her way back to her cottage, to the waiting ponies ready to love the newest addition to their family.

Rainbow Dash wasn't the first to spot them moving up the hill, but she was the first to move, using her wings to boost her speed as she barrelled towards them.

"New baby!" Fluttershy yelled, bracing for impact and standing as tall as she could to warn her to slow down. With a skid, Rainbow Dash just barely managed to avoid hitting Fluttershy, straining her neck to check Fluttershy's face with caring panic.

"Are you alright? Are you okay?" Rainbow chattered, wings still flapping as she rose to eye level. All panic washed away as she spotted the curious and quiet foal on Fluttershy's back, replaced by nothing but awe and love. "Oh... He's perfect..."

She reached out, taking him into her forelegs and nuzzling into him. Scattered Light babbled with an almost laugh, and Rainbow Dash choked back a squeal. By this point the others had joined, and she lowered herself to the ground to better show the new addition to the waiting kids. Blueberry and Midsummer both looked with wide and curious eyes, and when Scatter spread his little wings they both broke out into wide grins.

"He's so big," Twilight commented as she provided a steady wing for Fluttershy to lean on. It had been a question how big he would be, considering Fluttershy was the tallest of them and Rainbow Dash was the smallest. It seemed Fluttershy's genes had won out in this battle.

---

Fluttershy took care of Scattered Light alone during her infancy, although she had plenty of regular visits, especially from Rainbow Dash and Applejack. When Scatter was old enough to start going to nursery, it was decided she would live with the other kids in Canterlot. It was during these younger years that Scattered Light expressed her desire to be a girl, a revelation that was met with nothing but love and support from her family.

[iridium-quality-salad]

Yonder: The Cloud Catcher Chronicles

[ID: Banner of the game Yonder. It shows an illustrated scene of a farm. In the foreground, a brown-haired player character and a small red fox are napping next to a big fluffy brown animal with huge horns. In the background are two wooden animal pens with red roofs and a pair of the same horned animal, on adult and a young one. The sky is blue and the grass green and dotted with flowers. The game logo is mostly golden, with the O being an illustration of big blue round sails. End ID]

I want to put this whole review under the fact that I bought this game on sale for less than 5 Euro. There will be a lot of bitching, and many things I would not accept with the non-sale price, but it was cheaper than a pizza and kept me busy for over 25 hours (though I admit, I am not the fastest, so I think <20h is realistic).

In Yonder, you are trying to find out about your past when your ship sinks and you end up stranded on an island threatened by the murk - some kind of dark fog blocking areas. Only you can see and befriend the small creatures called sprites which you need to clear the murk, progress the story, and finally discover the (very surprising! :o not) truth about your past.

On your way to do so, you have to gather resources, barter for goods, tame animals, catch fish, and discover secrets.

[ID: Screenshot of the game. The player character is overlooking a vast landscape with a huge mountain in the far background, surrounded by a pink forest. Trees closer to the player are green instead, and the landscape sports many cliffs and an ocean on the right side of the picutre. The sky is mostly blue, with a few pinkish-white clouds. Some kind of whale-shaped animal is floating in the distance between the clouds. End ID]

The positives:

Save whenever, good autosaves, multiple save slots.

Customize character with hair and eye colors, but also body shapes! Yay.

Lots of clothes to discover as well.

Cute animals to tame <3

If you have 2 of the same animal on a farm, there will be a third, baby version, it's so adorable.

Very relaxed, stress free gameplay. No combat, no death, drowning ports you back up on land.

The quest log is very detailed and works as a marker on the map, too.

Tons of things to discover, and very clear progression indicators.

I really liked the lighting in this game. Beautiful sunrises <3

Two modes of fast travel - from farm to farm for a (small) cost, and from one sage stone to any of the others once their quest is cleared.

Big inventory, early unlocked stash.

Some beautiful, diverse biomes.

Keyboard controls can be rebound.

Plays perfectly on the steam deck.

[ID: Another screenshot. The player character is gliding over a purple forest while hanging onto a rainbow colored umbrella. Underneath the character is a settlement with purple buildings, what looks to be an observatory and a giant planet model. The landscape in the distance is covered in fog and tinted with warm sunlight. End ID]

The neutral:

Short, lackluster story. This is not a game I bought for the story.

Farming is very basic. There's 4 different crops, a couple different animals to tame, and you can plant trees, which only give you the same wood you can find all over the place. It's not a farming game, though, so whatever.

The foxes are adorable but don't give anything unique. Some produce items that are harder to get, which is nice.

The game is a bit inconsistent whether a quest will use up your items or not. All the clothes you have to find for the scarecrow you get to keep, while other items get used up.

Hell, you can BUY tools, even though you get every single on for free and they cannot break, get lost, or get dropped. Why tf? I played the whole game having 2 sickles, unable to get rid of one of them.

Crafting is an over complicated, horrible UI, convoluted mess. Why is this in neutral?

Because you can buy pretty much everything. You can break rocks for days and then spend several minutes crafting ever increasing intermediate steps to get a bunch of stone pillars and arches - or you return for a few days and just buy them.

There is no money, so you barter with goods matching prices, which is a bit annoying. I ended up paying everything with potatoes and grass.

With a bit of patience and luck, you can even buy every fish, and it counts for the fishing collection, which, thank you, fishing is annoying.

Very short ingame calendar; a year is 30 days, so each season only lasts 7-8 days.

[ID: A screenshot of the game's crafting menu. It shows available recipes for the profession Constructor, with things such as stone arches and pillars, farm buildings made from stone, various metal ingots, and a set of profession specific clothes. End ID]

The negatives:

(Aka things that made me want to throw my deck at the wall.)

Jumping sucks. If you're standing wrong against a rock, jumping will make you jump back instead of up, which might lead to you falling off things. Luckily, very little jumping is actually required.

You can't select a hairstyle when creating the char, you find them all over the place. Default hair is ugly af. If I hadn't found a cute one pretty soon, it would have been WAY less fun staring at an ugly blob of polygons for 20 hours.

Similarly, you get some basic hair colors and can unlock super fancy ones in the game. Now why is this negative? Because not all default colors exist as shampoo, and I was so happy to find a perfect hair color when making my char, which I would have never gotten back, so I couldn't use any shampoo :(

The. Sounds. This game has some of the most grating, repetitive, ear-bleeding sounds I have ever had the displeasure of encountering in a game. Usually, I would turn off sounds nothing much lost, but:

The. Cats. There is a quest to find 55 cats in this game, and the only way to find them is to have sounds on, because they mew very loudly when you get close - or, I guess, seeing a blob of tiny pixels hidden away between rocks and trees 55 times.

Speaking of the cats. Some of them only appear at certain times, like winter, spring and summer nights, or even summer sunrise. In my opinion, this makes finding them without the wiki tedious; perhaps possible, definitely not worth it.

The only good point about the cats is that there's more cats in the game than you need, so there is a chance you find enough of one breed on your own.

Day/night cycle from 6am-6pm and vice versa, with no way to skip time. Which means for half of the game time, it's annoyingly dark. Makes it extremely hard to see anything, hey, at least you get a lantern. Which bugged once leaving me with a pitch black screen. Its just not fun. It would have been fine if nights weren't 12 hours long.

I would have turned my screen brighter, but days are extremely bright in comparison - even after turning down bloom.

Thunderstorms, especially at night. They just flash the whole screen white in irregular intervals, it's horrible. Once or twice, I had to put the deck down and wait until they were over. Luckily, they were rare.

[ID: A screenshot of the game, showing the player character in front of one of the sage stones; a giant face made out of stone, mouth wide open, mouth and eyes glowing brightly. It's sitting on an uphill slope on a snowy mountain with a huge cliff face to the left. End ID]

There were a few minor bugs; the aforementioned missing lamp during one night, I somehow completed a quest twice and got two badges, and the UI for board quests if you talk to the quest giver NPC without the items present is so bad I consider it a bug. Nothing gamebreaking.

Why do I still recommend it? Well, it was fun. Mostly. It was a real "couldn't put it down" game for a week or two, just one more quest, one more creature. It was less fun to have the game running for 2 real life hours waiting for next winter because I was missing one single cat and had nothing else left to do.

It's also a game I will happily uninstall and never touch again now that I 100% it, which, honestly, is nice, I have enough games to return to. Sadly, there doesn't seem to be a way to hide the interface for better screenshots (though you can try to catch the split second before opening inventory or compass.)

If you like low-stakes, cozy games, this one might be for you - but on sale. If you're sensitive to flashing lights, beware of the thunderstorms.

[red1sg0n3]

Just flowers that deceive, they keep this secret, fake

Red's Sculk AU

"This is stupid. Completely ridiculous."

"Look, it's not my fault you're a moron."

"Cunt." "Spoon."

The two were staring at each other; Amused blood-red meeting irate carnation pink. "They are two completely different—" Suddenly, Pink throws her hands up, ivory and yellow petals flying up into the air with the motion, "I don't care!"

The baby breath's and butterfly weeds that pooled at their knees had shifted, partially getting crushed and grounded by the body weight.

The oldest sister shrugged their shoulder, "All I'm saying is that it's simple…" Pink narrows her eyes as Red continues, "And totally stupid on your part." The moth pushes the Elytram into the small pile of Coriander. The woman pouts slightly at the herbs beneath her getting crushed, yet smiles when looking back up at her sister's face.

"Die." The brunette snarls. "After you." The Noirette Grins.

Rolling her eyes, the younger grabs at her sister's hand as she stands, carefully avoiding the sharp talons, and pulls them up, Almost stepping on the heliotropes behind her.

"Seriously, though, we do need to get this done." The two look down at the piles and piles of flowers. According to Red, they were to be made into bouquets so they could be set up in the castle.

The castle had been built by Red a while ago, it was their home, so to speak. Something strange was always going on, so they opted to have a sort of base of operations. It wasn't a very large structure, only filled around a 3x3 chunk. The silence had been broken by a deep sigh, turning around to see her sister plop down between two flower lumps.

Pink's eyes slide over to the amalgamation of flowers and weeds, not bothering to count the piles.

The younger groans, and begins to pick up a few of the flowers. Lily of the valley, forget-me-nots, and red spider lily's, all in her hands as she begins to weave them through her fingers. It was a relatively simple process, one stem tying into the next.

She could hear Red moving around in the background, humming a tune that the noirette typically sang to herself; Claire De Lune. The humming had got louder and Quieter, along with the small 'Clink' of Red's currently unlit lantern hitting against her belt, as the taller constantly walked back and forth between spots.

Eventually, the flower crown in Pink's hand was finished, filled with the flowers from Red's garden; The humming now changed to a song she hadn't heard, but Red made up little themes on the fly often.

Her sister was bent over a pile of orange lily's and petunias, carefully shifting through them. Pink stood, movements careful as to not alert Red; Despite the brunette's quiet steps, stalking closer and closer, Red spoke "Is there a reason you're trying to be quiet?"

Pink's shoulders droop, and she frowns at the Elytram's laughter. "I'm never, ever, gonna manage to startle you, am I?" Red hums nonchalantly.

Shaking her head, the brunette plops the flower crown onto Red's head to which, contrary to Red's dismissal, does startle the hybrid. Her eyes roll up, attempting to look at what was placed on her, talons coming up to feel the soft petals. Red smiles, eyes crinkling slightly, "So this is what you were doing."

Red stands, slightly taller than Pink, and stretches out; Her wings trembled with the motion. Despite the crown itself being a little too large, her horns held them up perfectly, pretty good without measurement, Pink thinks to herself.

Their wings settle over Pink's shoulders, slightly pulling her in "Y'know," Red starts, "I never asked you what your favourite flower was."

And standing exactly 20 blocks away, staring at the empty space where the two once stood with puffy eyes and short breath, the moth replies with wobbly lips.

"Roses, my favourite flowers are Roses."

And she walks away, holding a wilted flower crown.

[saccharinebanquettime]

So I’ve been redesigning some of G3’s characters (more like all of them lol), and I have been wanting to share some of them!

I wanted all of them to have a set aesthetic, so for most if, not all of them, they have two aesthetics.

Cleo - ancient Egypt and glamour aesthetic. Ancient Egypt isn’t an aesthetic, but it is an influence on how I designed her. Her dress is based on a kalasiris and I gave her sandals high heels. A lot of the hair on her is fake: her hair is a wig, her eyebrows are fake, as well as her eyelashes. Happens when you have rotting for a long time!

Clawdeen - Clawdeen is Art Hoe x 1980s because I thought it’d look cute on her. Art hoe is mainly because I hc her to be into painting, especially painting different clothes and outfits (kind of like the Renaissance era), but she still likes to paint other things like inanimate objects and skies.

I was sick and tired of seeing the crescent motif on her everywhere I go, so I gave her other things to be interested in. The crescent moons are still there (as well as the other phases), but there are stars, clouds, and suns on there too! And also moon flowers because yeah

Abby - I decided after a little while that Abby switches between pants and skirts, so in Nightmare Nightmore, she wears pants there, but in school, she wears skirts. Her design is based off of Winter aesthetic and E-Girl. A lot of people have been saying that her outfit reminded them of TikTok clothes, so I decdided to take that to heart.

She’s also fat in my version, because it makes sense (more body weight usually equals more warmth! Come on). She also has baby horns like her mom, her bottom fangs pop out more, and she now has fur.

Heath - He is 1970s (??? I forgot which era he was based off of) mixed with a bit of punk. There are multiple things to say about his design (they did him so freaking dirty holy hell), but to keep it short: his physical design is based on the Biblical Devil and his background is based on Hades.

Toralei - honestly I have no idea what her aesthetic is. I just took something I thought was cute and made it into an outfit.

Not only did I redesign their outfits , but their personalities (personalities is gonna have to be for a different post) and friend groups are also a bit different

Toralei is still enemies with basically everyone, but she is friends with mainly Heath (Lagoona isn’t fond of her; Lagoona is seen as an object more than a friend).

We barely know Cleo’s other friends besides Clawdeen and possibly Frankie, so I have nothing for her.

Abby is friends with mainly Draculaura

Clawdeen gets along with a good chunk of everyone

Heath is friends with all of the Greek boys and Toralei.

[filledbythemonster]

There he is.

Oh my god

This adult content. Under 18s DNI.

5/5

Each baby comes into the world as easily as the first and is shuffled from my breasts to a blanket laid on the floor. He treats the situation as mundane, pinching cords off with his fingers Yikes. “Don’t forget the placentas.” He sing-songs.

“How could we forget?” I laugh weakly.

By the end of the ordeal I have no idea how I am still holding myself up as my limbs feel like pudding. 

The sunrise peeks around my drawn curtains finally casting enough light to see my visitor in more than a silhouette.  His upper body is that of a broad shouldered man with curled horns coming from his hairline. His hair is long and slightly curled. It’s tied back in a half ponytail.  His facial features are sharp and harsh, but he smiles at me gently. He has a long goatee, what kept tickling me. Comically tiny flowers dot his chest hair and a large bloom is behind his ear. His lower body is thickly furred and his legs end in cloven hooves which he balances on while he leans over to tend to our children. A short hair tipped tail swishes happily.

“What are you?” I realize it sounded a bit more rude than I intended.  

“A satyr. A god of fertility.” He helps me back onto the bed and lays down beside me. He starts massaging my loose belly. It’s really awkward, I think, but I'm too tired to protest. “What are you?”

“What do we do now?”

“I have to leave soon.” His tone is thoughtful. “I will take our children to my domain.”

He’s just going to leave? I search his face for a hint that he’s joking. I should have known better. He said I wouldn’t remember.  

“I don’t want to forget!” I blurt out. “This was the best night of my life. I don’t want to forget you or our children… even if I never see you again.”

A slight smile parts his lips. “You won’t forget then.” 

Hot tears wet my face.  He stops kneading belly like he was trying to make sourdough and draws me into a kiss. “How about one for the road?” Looking at me lecherously he pushes himself up on his arms. His dick hangs between his legs as it dawns on me what he means.

“But I…” Looking down at my body I realize I am back to normal. The only signs anything happened are the sleeping babes on the floor and the slight turmoil my room is in.

I'm never going to get this chance again. 

I don’t let a little exhaustion spoil my pleasure. I push at my visitor and he dramatically falls over. I straddle him now, positioning myself over his erect penis and sliding down. I wiggle my hips a little feeling out the position causing him to hip thrust upward.

“You do things to me.” He growls looking me in the eyes. In a blur he grabs me and flips me back to the bed. He thrusts urgently as he peppers my face and neck with kisses. We cum together again and all the tension leaves both my bodies.

“Thank you.” He slides off the bed and gathers my sleeping children. It’s almost comical seeing this man-this god carrying his brood like a litter of prized puppies.

Will I miss them?

 I can't answer. I am boneless and sleep deprived.

“Five for me. One for you.” I feel him pull the sheets back over me.

Zzz

[omniversequirk]

You’ve just made the worst mistake. /j

So I have, to start, way too many OCs. I have some WAAAAY back when I first got into the Jacksepticeye ego lore. I’ll give you a few for starters.

Ganymede is one of my most recent. She’s a black woman with slightly red colored hair, and sharp golden eyes. She’s apart of this group that Chase, Henrik, Jackie, and Marvin made called Stronghold Z. Stronghold Z’s job is to pretty much beat Iris in taking out Anti, as well as expose them for their crimes against science.

Gavin Ridsworth is next. Fun fact, he’s supposed to be The Professor from AF-CB. He wears an eyepatch due to getting his eye torn out in the incident, while he was escaping. And he’s autistic because I SAID SO DAMN IT. Here’s another fact, he has a mysterious anomaly that he’s never talked to people about. It takes a physical form as a dragon, and it’s what gives Gavin his special powers to do freaky mind stuff.

The next character I’m gonna talk about is Glitter. That’s right, I have a character named Glitter. This character is the “anomaly” I was talking about with Gavin. They take the form of a blue traditional Chinese dragon, but without the stringy whiskers and back legs. They have horns decorated with white flowers, and navy colored feathers stretching from their upper neck to mid back.

Glitter is the one that gives Gavin all of his powers. For example, the Blueshock. This power is what was used on Chase in one of the plot point clips of AF-CB. Gavin gets a variety of other powers from this creature, like True Sight (being able to see through an illusion diguise), and a special unnamed one where if Gavin were to die, Glitter would take over and essentially give him a second life.

Also, Glitter is the one that was interviewing Chase in Iris. Yeaaaahh, Glitter is able to take over Gavin’s body at certain points, and they did it for that in order to help Gavin get more info and seem less like a nervous little baby.

MOVING ON FROM THAT! Next we have Tenbris. He’s this demon that lives inside of Iris. He has long white hair, with a red and black sweater and shorts, and black boots. Tenbris is VERY chaotic and mischievous, which comes from him being a demon and all.

And last, we have Yuna. She also has white hair, but it goes down to her shoulders instead. She wears a blue schoolgirl outfit, and also has bunny ears. In her original design, she was supposed to have lilac colored hair, but that was switched to white. Yuna is incredibly rowdy and tomboyish. She’s always ready to pick a fight with someone.

And that’s it for now. Trust me, this isn’t even the end, I have way more where this came from

HELLO DOES ANYONE WANNA HEAR ME TALK ABOUT MY JCU/IRIS OCS

[jrchiangm]

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[makabunni]

Spent a long time on this art resource/reference masterpost! If you have a request for resources for me to find OR have a resource you want me to add, just send me an ask :D 

General Anatomy/Human stuff:

body quick tips

painting/drawing straight hair

how to draw eyes

arm squish/bend tip

chest/pecks with raised arms tip

long hair how to

male torso anatomy (back)

learn manga male anatomy (torso & arm)

male torso anatomy (front)

head and hair tips (scroll  a bit, it's in one of the images!)

how to draw noses

ears tilty tip

arm tips

two tips for drawing women's hair

drawing teeth

anatomy tips

random hair and mouth ref anime

leg muscle anatomy ref

arm muscles anatomy ref

knees reference

arm ref study

quick arm tut tip

how to draw arm

shoulders n sleeves

Poses:

umbrella poses

random female poses

random anatomy pose thing

chibi sleeping in hands pose

laying poses

elf (?) with staff poses

holding phone half bod

peeny wolf pose set

perspective pose sheet

anatomy poses 

crossed arms ref sheet

holding baby poses

Hands:

how to draw hands 1

hand refs & tutorial 2

hand tutorial 3

hand tutorial 4

36 hands

how to draw hands in 10 minutes

hands ref 2

hand gestures and simplifying the hand

arm & hand ref

500 hands

Diversity:

stop drawing natives red

wheelchair tutorial

drawing fat people

vitiligo notes for artists

darkskin palms

epicanthic folds

biracial characters

do’s and don’ts of thick lips

Animals/Creatures:

how to draw falcon beaks

canine studies (broken down into parts)

feline tiger ref

Insect wing venation

Musculature of a T-Rex

Pony bodies tutorial

Hyena Nose tutorial

horse reference

drawing horns

Flesh tutorial

bird tips

wing basics

making mythical creatures look realistic

pony heads tutorial 

dragon designing tutorial pt 3/3

pony wings tutorial

hedgie bodies

Furry/Anthro:

dogquest's pixel tutorial

furry portrait tutorial

furry pants tutorial

how to draw paws/pawhands

fur direction reference

anthro tips

muzzle shapes

furry styles

anthro expressions

f2u chibi-ish furry base

furry / cartoon head tutorial

f2u furry base/pose w three different ears

drawing humans! for animal artists

Backgrounds:

how to draw debris

fire tutorial

night sky tutorial

materials study with notes

tree tutorial

water tutorial

tangents??

ocean painting

clouds tutorial

bubbles

painty background studies tips

peony tutorial

lakeside tutorial

quick flowers for the lazy

mistletoe vs holly

Perspective:

foreshortening coil technique

foreshortening tutorial

Webcomic:

medibang comic panel tutorial

how i make webcomics/webtoons

how to color comics

the art of lettering comics

comic/doujinshi paneling

in depth webcomic tutorial

Coloring:

72 Color Combinations

How ViPOP uses color

Hair coloring tutorial by rosuuri

Gurochii moe quick eye tutorial

Anime eye tutorial

Mermaid tail tutorial

Grayscale to Color painting tutorial

chibi eye walkthrough

skin tone tutorial 1

curly hair tutorial

color palette

coloring tutorial

light, it gets everywhere

comfort color

skin coloring tutorial

holographic tutorial

dappled lighting effect

cute/bright coloring tutorial 

pattern trick

arcana character coloring tut

Expressions/ Meme / style:

small body language study

expressions reference

how to cute

Platonic cuddles meme

expression reference : nervous

flustered expression meme

drawing expressions tutorial/key

Pixel Art:

Pixel icon tutorial

Ice cream

Moving clouds tutorial

50x50 pixel doll tutorial

pixelin's pixel process

pixel expression ref

pixel eye blinking tutorial

how to pixel liquids

Clothing / Accessories:

Shoes

Fancy color tip / ref

Chainmail

short reference

learn manga basic pleated skirt tutorial

learn manga basic frills

random clothing refs

chainmail brush

clothing ref masterpost

pinstripes tips

cloth texture tips

how to clothing folds

Misc:

Sketchfab 3d Models

Mikeymegamega on YT for anime/ecchi/etc

Gentei_sozai on twitter for chibi poses

S0zalsan on twitter for random poses

mecha basics

75 tutorials

Obvious art tips you might have forgotten

Mosaic effect

how to draw a cute chibi

fighting artblock

cute pikachu base

painting a face tutorial

volume commissions mini tutorial

arcana characters tutorial reference

notes from the “animators survival kit”

concept art tutorial

another art resource masterpost

MS paint tips and tricks

Reference table for drawing CONSISTENT faces

@hanari0716 on twitter for HELLA references

animation guide for beginners

Brushes:

Foliage brushes

cityscape brushes

ghibli brushes

clip studio paint assets

PS brush pack

[lin-nin]

Hey I totally loved reading your head cannons about Techno, Schlatt, Dream, and BBH accidentally killing their s/o's. I had a request and feel free to decline this if it's too heavy or whatever. What if those four lost a baby with you? Be it a child or a premature baby.

onHe We really suffering with these four two days in a row, huh? Obvious warning for pregnancy, birth, death, gore, miscarriage, all the like! This definitely is a heavier topic but I have no problem writing it. Obvious afab reader, as well :) Added a bonus Philza bc this angst prompt was screaming for some Philza.

Techno losing his child

When you had told Techno you were pregnant, carrying his child, he had been ecstatic. The way he smiled at you was enough to make you melt, especially as he held you close. He would often hold your forming bump, or nuzzle his face against it. The way he cared for you and the child you shared was so incredibly tender, making sure everything was okay for the two of you, for your unplanned family.

He rarely left you alone for long, not wanting you to be unprotected. He had only been at the farm when you had felt it, the sharp pain in your back. It had you staggering, tears in your eyes and hand fluttering immediately to your stomach. You knew something was wrong, and it was confirmed when the blood was on your thighs. You had screamed bloody murder, causing Techno to rush in, axe drawn. Ready to take down whatever had caused you to scream. Only to freeze when he saw you on the floor, sobbing and screaming.

It didn’t take long for him to understand. Especially with the amount of blood there was. He didn’t grieve at first, so worried for you. You always came first. He had helped you, albeit with shaking hands, clean everything up. He even helped you into the tub, hands stroking your hair from your face. You had grown numb and despondent, barely aware of his words. It hurt to see you like that.

He reassured you that it wasn’t your fault- because it wasn’t. It was nothing either of you could have stopped, but you still blamed yourself. He did mourn, though. While unplanned, he had been excited. He had looked forward to being able to raise a child with you. He reassured you in the end that the two of you could try again. Whenever the both of you were ready.

Schlatt losing his child

Becoming pregnant had not been your intention. Not in your plans for years to come. You had simply been fooling around, drinking with Schlatt and maybe getting a bit handsy. So when a few months had passed and you found yourself sick on the regular, a growing bump on your stomach, you were horrified. Not against it, entirely. Just taken purely by surprise.

Schlatt had been a little more vocal about it, expressing his disbelief loudly. He didn’t want to be a father. At least he didn’t think he did. He had just wanted to have fun. That’s all he ever wanted- to do as he please. He didn’t please to be a parent. Yet it was coming anyways.

As he watched you teeter around, pregnancy increasingly obvious, he found himself much more open to the idea. And when you had given birth- a healthy baby boy- he was there. He was there, and he was sober. He even was teary eyed when he got to hold his son. Everything was okay for a couple of weeks, until you noted that he wasn’t eating as much as he should be. He only seemed to grow weaker from there, before succumbing to whatever sickness had grabbed a hold of him.

You had cried, feeling utterly broken. Like you hadn’t protected him enough. Schlatt lapsed into drinking more than normal. He was angrier, snapping at anyone who even brought up his son. The only person he tolerated it from was you. Especially when you had shown up, eyes red from crying, requesting a drink. The two of you weren’t together, but you could definitely grieve your son together. It was, at the very least, cause for a friendship between you two. You had wanted a son, you had had him, and you had lost him. Schlatt felt largely the same, and the only thing that numbed the pain of the loss was alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.

Dream losing his child

Whatever gods there were seemed to have a sick sense of humor. You loved Dream so much. Everyone knew it, it was clear in the way you looked at him. Everyone knew he loved you the same, too. Especially in the early days, when he didn’t hide his tender touches and soft kisses from the public eye. Even when things started to change, when he grew defensive and angry, he still loved you the same. Even if it was harder for everyone else to tell, you knew. You could see it in his eyes. You were his weakness.

Which had lead to an argument between the two of you. You were a weakness, a liability, in danger. Something he needed to rid himself of. Which was when you had dropped on him that you were pregnant. It wasn’t what you had planned, not the way you’d wanted to tell him. It was almost as if the words had short circuited his brain, tongue turning to lead. He seemed to soften up after that. At least towards you. Only in private. In public he had only seemed to deny any attachment to you vehemently.

Your pregnancy had progressed normally, and everyone quickly knew of it. There were some congratulations, while others worried about Dream’s ability to be a father figure. You didn’t entirely pay them mind. Of course, nothing ever went smoothly with Dream. You had no way of knowing that when you went into labor, your baby would have come out without air in her little lungs or a beat to her heart. You had cried, so much. Holding her little body against you. Dream had seemed to shut down, staring down at his lifeless daughter.

He seemed distant afterwards. He blamed himself, truly. For maybe if he had been a better person, his daughter would have been born alive. He had practically cut you off, saying that he couldn’t risk you going through that pain and loss again due to his actions. It showed him that even if he wanted all the control in the world, there were some things he couldn’t control. The best way he could control this was by removing you from being put in that situation again.

Bad losing his child

Bad was always vocal with his love for you. You adored it, relishing in the way he would proudly tell anyone who would listen about you. It was endearing and you couldn’t help but tug at his sleeve to get him to lean down so you could kiss his cheek. That’s why it was no surprise when you had fallen pregnant. It was still in the early days, then, too. Back when L’Manberg was still around. You didn’t involve yourself too much with it, though. You were too focused on making everything perfect for your baby.

Bad had pampered you like there was no tomorrow. Getting you flowers, and your favorite baked goods from Nihachu. He would carry you around everywhere. He doted on you and made sure you got everything you wanted and that you were as healthy as can be. You adored it, and always responded by kissing the tip of his horns lovingly.

That’s why it was a surprise when your contractions had come early. Far too early. Bad fretted over you, which only seemed to stress you out. The baby was so tiny when she was born. Yet she was alive, and somehow still perfect. Your sweet angel. You loved her, staying by her side religiously. Bad was much the same, scared to even sleep. She spent so long fighting for her life. She was too small, too young, too underdeveloped. You knew it would happen eventually, her chances of survival low. It was why you cherished every moment with her.

Yet when she had finally lost the energy to fight to breathe, in your arms, you bawled. You cried for days on end, letting Bad hold you close as you did. He only held you, rocking you back and forth. He was hurt, unsure what to say o comfort you. Until one day he came to you, a newfound light in his eyes. Claiming to have found your baby, just in a new form. You had followed him, hoping that whatever it was he was right about. As you saw the red vines he presented to you, you felt the same attachment you had felt for your daughter. This really was her, wasn’t it?

Philza losing his child

Philza had been so excited when you had given birth to his son. His second child, at least biologically. He doted on the pair of you like there was no tomorrow. Always telling you how proud he was of you, how much he loved you. Giving your son everything in the world. After all, after losing Wilbur, he was determined to make sure he didn’t lose his second child. Especially when the boy’s wings started to flourish.

Teaching him to fly had always been his favorite thing, especially as he got the hang of it and could effortlessly soar through the skies with him. You would often find shelter under a tree, fondly watching the pair of them fly. As he grew, he had begun flying on his own, straying further from Philza. You never worried. There wasn’t anything to worry about. Until one day you watched him get struck in the chest with the bolt of a crossbow, helplessly watching him plummet almost immediately to the ground.

You had screamed, and so had Philza. He absolutely could not lose a second son, but watching his child speed down to the earth, he already knew he had. He looked with a vengeance for who had killed his son, while you scrambled your way over to where he had landed. Finding the culprit was easy, at least with wings. He hadn’t even thought twice when he had found the fleeing orange flurry that was undoubtedly his grandson. His trident wasn’t in his hand for long, being thrown straight into him.

Fundy had been vehement in his last breaths, insisting that Philza couldn’t love him as a grandson, and couldn’t love his other son properly either. Philza had no interest in his words, simply ripping his trident from his body and leaving. He grieved heavily when he had returned to your side, helping you bury your son. Despite his grief, and clear depression, he never pushed you away or distanced himself. If anything, he seemed to hold you closer. As if it would repair the damage left on both of you.

[two-gays-in-a-trenchcoat]

Hey, if you wouldn’t mind can you share what monsters everyone is in your monster au?

sure thing!

Please note I haven’t included all of the characters, but rather characters who have a probability in showing up in the New Avalon universe. It’s a lot of side characters so strap in

I’ll also include short descriptions for the monster itself as well as the characteristics each character inherited!

and if you look close enough you can see I’m losing brain cells as I write

Haikyuu!! Characters in a modern fantasy setting

AKA what monsters/hybrids they are in my New Avalon universe

Karasuno

Sugawara: kitsune (fox spirit)

- Can transform into a silver fox at will

- Sensitive hearing and smell

- just as tricky and chaotic as the legends have you to believe

Tanaka: dragon

- Scaly + armored patches of skin all along his body

- Reptilian eyes

- Talon-like nails

- Fun fact: he has perpetually bad breath that smells like sulfur, so he is constantly chewing gum or carrying breath spray on him

Nishinoya: satyr (goat-human hybrid)

- Hooves

- Little baby goat horns (pls don’t make fun of him he’s insecure)

- can and will eat anything.

Ennoshita: human

- I’m sorry he’s boring </3

Tsukishima: vampire

- Technically half vampire but shh

- Literally anemic

- Sunburns 24/7

- gets nervous around dogs and bodies of water

- Fun fact: vampires technically still need blood to survive but, to fit in with society and not be murderers, they have to consume alternatives such as animal blood. tsukki tends to prefer a different alternative: flavored coconut water (his favorite is strawberry)

Yamaguchi: cervitaur/fae (fae as in faerie people. cervitaurs are like centaurs, but instead of being half horse, they’re half deer)

- Has flower magic don’t @ him

- Deer antlers deer antlers deer antlers

- his antlers fall off in the winter

Kiyoko: Sirin (beautiful bird women that lure sailors to their death, different from a siren)

- Beautiful gorgeous amazing

- Slight avian features such as feathers behind her ears and bones on the more brittle side

- Makes men so entranced with her just by existing they throw themselves into the sea

- not much different from canon kiyoko actually

Yachi: Pixie (tiny fairy)

- TINY

- okay but frfr she’s so small

- And she has. these little mayfly wings

- Also v good with floral magic so she is besties with yamaguchi

- can fly but not very far

Aoba Johsai

Oikawa: Alicanto (beautiful magic golden bird)

- his hair literally has gold embedded into it

- So do his eyes

- Other than that, there isn’t actually much that makes him distinguishable from a human

Iwaizumi: Aswang, weredog variation (Dog-like human-eating monster)

- Yes I’m also headcanoning him as Filipino. Sue me

- Canine-like facial and body features

- Pointed ears, fangs, the like

- A very hairy boy

- Greatly resembles a chupacabra, and often gets mistaken as one

- no that is not a jab at how filipino people are constantly being mistaken for mexican what are you talking about

Nekoma

Kuroo: Sphinx (riddle-asking being with the body of a lion and head of a woman)

- Essentially indistinguishable from a human in all honesty with how much it’s been diluted

- Although he can always tell when someone is lying

Kenma: kenku (crow-like humanoid)

- hollow bones

- Patches of gray, scaly skin

- Can mimic sounds almost perfectly

- Feathers on his ears, neck, arms, etc

Yamamoto: werewolf

- Pretty straightforward, standard on the Wolf-shapeshifter type beat

- With the full moon he gets rlly irritable and is more prone to losing his temper or reacting on emotion

- think of his moon cycles as periods honestly

Yaku: feline shifter (werecat)

- Another fairly straightforward one

- unironically always lands on his feet

Inuoka: werehound

- Werewolf but make it dogboy

- Specifically border collie

- Literally the golden retriever boyfriend I’m not kidding guys

Fukunaga: kappa (Japanese river goblins)

- Turtle shell/carapace

- Scales

- Can hold his breath for ungodly amounts of time

- Rlly fast swimmer

Shibayama: human

- He is very special to me okay

Lev: Slavic werebear

- Werewolf but make it big-ass grizzly bear

- Rlly likes tuna sandwiches

Date Tech

Aone: yeti (Bigfoot but make it snowy)

- essentially canon aone just slightly harrier

Shiratorizawa

ushijima: Minotaur (body of a man, head of a bull)

- Big beef man

- Bull horns

- Do not fuck with him

Tendou: incubus (sex demon)

- Shadow traveling!!!

- Has super tiny (like I’m talking 1 1/2 inch) devil horns that he hides by spiking up his hair

Semi: Siren (mermaid with vocal training)

- Can control people using his voice if he so chooses

- Angelic singing voice

Taichi: tanuki (raccoon-dog nature spirit)

- Just like a kitsune, but make it tanuki

- Can fully shift at will, but will also shift upon intense emotions

Johzenji

Terushima: Jackalope (rabbit with antlers)

- Deer antlers, but his don’t fall off in the winter

- Super fucking fast

- Rabbit-like ears so he can hear people talking shit

- Attention whore

- Not necessarily bc of his heritage but in this au he is a theatre kid no I will not be taking constructive criticism

Nohebi

Daishou: basilisk (giant snake that hates roosters)

- very reptilian features but he has legs i promise

- Can paralyze you if you look into his eyes, but it’s temporary and goes away as soon as he looks away

Itachiyama

Komori: kitsune (see sugawara)

- Similar to suga, but his kitsune blood is a bit more diluted, so he’ll sprout fox ears and a tail at most

Inarizaki

Atsumu and Osamu: manticore (Lion with a scorpion tail and bat wings)

- giant scorpion tails

- Talons

- Bat wings

- Actually on more of the monstrous side of things

Aran: griffin (lion with eagle wings)

- Was born with wings but got them amputated at a young age bc they were causing problems and didn’t actually function

- Now he just has like. two feathery lumps on his shoulder blades

- Abnormally strong

- Slight Lion-like features on his face

Suna: cockatrice (serpent with the head of a rooster)

- Feathers in his hair that go down the back of his neck

- Also patches of scales on his body

- literal chicken feet. humanoid, but chicken feet nonetheless

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if I get enough asks I’ll make a part 2 with the other characters, and I can promise a theatre kid jackalope terushima fic in ur near future <3

[thetravelerwrites]

Alexei (Satyr) Part 1

Rating: Mature Relationships: Female Human/Male Satyr Additional Tags: Exophilia, Monster Boyfriend, Satyr, Arranged Marriage, Fake Marriage, Strangers to Lovers, Reader Insert Words: 5834

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Being on the road was rather terrifying for a woman traveling on her own, but you weren’t wavering in your intent. You had to get to Dunmountain and disappear. You didn’t care if you lived in a hovel shoveling shit for a living, you weren’t marrying that man. Not in a million years.

A few days on the road sleeping rough hadn’t done much to deter you, though it was cold and uncomfortable. You managed to get to Chesterfield long enough to buy road provisions and get rid of your old clothes, but you didn’t want to stay there too long. You didn’t know if they’d have people out looking for you.

You ached for a bath and a bed. You didn’t realize how much you’d taken being clean and comfortable for granted. And it looked like rain tonight. You figured the horses wouldn’t mind a bunk mate.

As you were coming around to go into the stables, it began to rain rather hard. As you ducked in, the stablehand shouted at you.

“Oy! Get out of here! No homeless wenches sleeping in here for free. Go get a room or sleep in a gutter!”

“Oh, but sir--”

“No buts! Out with you!”

You had no choice but to duck back out of the stable and into the pouring rain. You went around the back, praying that there was a cart you could sleep under.

Instead of a cart, there was a lovely lavender vardo parked there. The front and rear doors were locked, but there was a window. It was small, but you thought you could squeeze through. And if you got stuck, at least half of you would be dry.

The shutters had a latch on the inside, but it was easy enough to open with a hair stick. Using the wheel as a boost, you threw your bag inside and jumped up. Getting your shoulders through was the hardest part, and your hips were a bit of a struggle, but finally you fell to the floor of the vardo like a spilled sack of potatoes. Slightly bruised, you re-latched the shutter windows and looked around.

It was fairly neat and tidy, looking a bit larger on the inside that it did on the outside, with things secured safely to the walls and inside trunks. The walls had beautiful filigree scrolling all the way up and the roof had a lovely fresco of a countryside near a body of water, the field full of flowers. There were things that hung along the ceiling, making gentle jingling noises as the vardo moved.

There was a small cot latched up against the wall that would fold down. Wearily, you folded it down, pulled out your cloak, which was still dry in your bag, and laid it over the cot to prevent the wet from your clothes from seeping through, and settled down on it. You’d deal with the owner in the morning. If you weren’t arrested for trespassing, that is.

Once you were horizontal, you fell asleep immediately.

You were awakened rudely when you felt water being poured on your face. You sputtered and shielded your face, sitting up abruptly.

“Ah, the stowaway is awake at last,” You heard a masculine voice say. “Since you seem to have had a nice rest, you can get out now.”

You wiped the water out of your eyes and looked up. Standing there was a satyr with deep brown fur on his legs and tan skin. With his short, black horns jutting up just behind his hairline, you thought he might be only slightly shorter than you. He had hair the same dark color as his fur and bright blue eyes, a closely trimmed beard and mustache, and dimples you could see even with the beard. He wore no trousers, covered by his fur, but had on an off-white tunic and a buttoned-up brick red vest with gold embroidery. His cloven hooves were shiny black and dainty.

“I’m sorry,” You said, coughing and sniff the water out of your nose. “I’m sorry, I just needed a dry place to sleep.”

“And so you did,” He said, putting his water skin aside and folding his arms. “I’ve been on the road for hours now, and I didn’t know you were back here until I stopped for lunch. So, you’ve had your sleep. Get out.”

“Which way have you traveled?”

“I’m halfway to Red Landing,” He said.

“No!” You moaned, your head in your hands. “It took me so long to get to Chesterfield from Red Landing. That’s almost a full day backwards!”

“That’s not my problem,” He huffed. “You’re the one who trespassed in what is ostensibly my home.”

“Can I pay you to take me back to Chesterfield? I’ll give you ten gold. That has to be enough to ferry me for a few hours.”

He sighed sharply. “I mean… I guess? I don’t owe you any favors, you know.”

“No, I know,” You replied, fishing around in your bag. “Here,” You pressed ten coins into his hand. “It’s not much for inconveniencing you, I know, but I don’t have much as it is.”

He bounced the coins in his hand, frowning down at them.

“What’s so important in Chesterfield?” He asked.

“I’m not going to Chesterfield, I’m going to Dunmountain,” You replied. “Do you really care why?”

He snorted. “I guess not. Fine, fine. You’ve already taken up too much of my time, I might as well get paid for it.” He snatched up your bag and began looking through it.

“Hey!” You said, grabbing the bag back. “What are you doing?”

“I’m making sure you didn’t steal anything of mine while you were in here,” He retorted. “Let me see or I’ll dump you off right here.”

You scoffed, but held open your bag so that he could see inside, refusing to let it go. He shuffled things around and you waited anxiously until he was satisfied and straightened up.

“You’re not riding in here,” He said. “Get up in the driver’s box. I want to be able to watch you.”

“Alright,” You said, standing and following him out of the back of the vardo and led you to the front. “What’s your name?”

“You don’t need to know my name and I don’t need to know yours,” He said, vaulting up and not offering his hand. You were forced to clamor up the opposite side. “Once we get to Chesterfield, I expect to never see you again.”

“Fair enough,” You said, hunkering down in the driver’s box, sitting as far away from him as you could, and fell silent as the carriage lurched forward.

He pulled out a small bag of puffed grains and dried fruits and began to munch on them as the vardo trundled on, the lone mule’s head bobbing up and down as it took each step. You took out a small amount of hard cheese and nibbled on it.

“I’ll trade you a bite of cheese for a handful of your trail snacks,” You told him.

He shrugged. “Sure,” He replied, taking the morsel of cheese you offered him and pouring some of the grains and fruits in your palm.

“What were you going to Red Landing for?” You asked him.

He looked at you sidelong before answering. “I was going to buy some shells to make paint.”

“Are you a painter?” You asked.

“Yes,” He replied.

“Did you do the scrollwork and the fresco in the vardo?”

“I did.”

“Wow,” You replied, impressed. “It’s really good work. I mean, I’m not an expert, but I enjoyed it very much.”

“I don’t know what weight the praise of a trespasser might carry, but thank you all the same.”

You bristled. “I said I was sorry. And I’ve paid you. There’s no reason to be rude.”

That effectively killed conversation and your appetite. You put your food back in your bag and sat still and quiet, staring at the trees as they passed.

After an hour, the vardo stopped, and you looked at the satyr for the first time since his quip.

“Why have we stopped?” You asked.

“Shh,” He replied. “Listen. Do you hear that?”

You strained your hearing. “I just hear birds and the trees rustling.”

“Stay here,” He said, throwing down the reins and jumping down. “If you run off with my stuff, I’ll hunt you down.”

“I’m not going to run off, relax,” You said in annoyance.

He sniffed and walked into the trees and out of sight. You waited nervously for him to return, clutching your bag against your body, until eventually you heard a sniffling and whimpering. The satyr emerged from the trees carrying what you thought was a dog at first, but on closer inspection, it was wearing a shirt and pants.

“Oh, my goodness!” You cried, putting down your bag and hopping down. “Are you alright, little one!”

He whined much like a puppy. You reached from him, and he crawled into your arms, hiding his snout in your hair.

“I haven’t been able to get much out of him,” The satyr said. “But I remember the sheriff in Willowridge is a gnoll and has a couple of young sons. The crossroads to Willowridge is nearby. We may be making a detour.”

“That’s just fine, isn’t it?” You cooed to the little gnoll boy. “That’s no problem, eh? Let’s get you home, sweet pea. I’ve got some jerky in my bag. Are you hungry?”

“Yeah,” The boy said watery.

“Alright, sweetie pie, let’s get you some food, then.” You popped back up into the driver’s box with the boy clinging to you like a baby possum. The satyr got back up and snapped the reins, pushing the mule to movement.

After he ate, he seemed a bit more calm, and you were able to get him to talk to you. You learned that his name was Declan and he was indeed the youngest son of Willowridge’s sheriff, Feera. He was three years old and apparently a sleepwalker, having woken up in the forest a little while before the satyr heard him crying. How he managed to cross so much land in his sleep was unimaginable, but at least he was heading home now.

It didn’t take long for him to become rambunctious, and the satyr pulled Declan into his lap and let him take the reins. Declan squealed happily as he wiggled the reins back and forth. The mule was patient and didn’t take off when he felt the slapping on his back.

After a while, he fell asleep in the satyr’s arms. The satyr cradled him while still keeping a firm hand on the reins.

“You’re good with kids,” You remarked.

He shrugged. “I grew up around a bunch of kids, so I’m used to handling them.”

“Do you have a lot of younger siblings?”

“Something like that,” He replied.

As you rounded the bend, Willowridge came into view. You’d only been there once when you were ten when your father was still a builder. He’d retired from construction just afterward.

“Hey, Declan!” You said, tickling him awake. “Look, you’re home!”

Declan woke up in the satyr’s arms and looked around, his ears perking up. He yipped excitedly.

“Oy!” The satyr called out. “Anyone missing a kid?”

“Oh, thank goodness!” An older woman said, running out from a nearby trail. She was wearing trousers and had long brown hair with wisps of white in it. “Where have you been, you naughty thing! We’ve been looking for you everywhere! You come to Gramma right this instant!” She took the little boy from the satyr’s arms and hugged him tight. She turned and called to a large centaur that was next to her. “Can you go and fetch Eris and Feera?”

“Yes, Mama,” He said, and he dashed off with a flick of his tail.

“Thank you two so much,” She said, reaching up to shake your hand.

“Oh, it was all him,” You said. “He heard Declan crying in the forest.”

“Keen hearing,” The satyr said, flicking his long ears. “Alexei, pleasure to meet you, madam.” You introduced yourself as well.

“My name is Ryel. Let me buy you folks dinner and a bed for the evening. It’s the least I can do. Who knows what might have happened to Declan if you two hadn’t found him.

As you were about to answer, a large gnoll and a woman with a river of golden hair flying behind her sprinted toward you. The gnoll was on all fours and much faster than the woman, who was clutching her skirts in her fists so she didn’t trip on them as she ran. Running at her side was another gnoll child, slightly bigger than Declan.

“Declan!” The gnoll cried out, and Ryel handed the boy off to his father as soon as he skidded to a stop and reared up on his hind legs. “By the gods, son, you scared the life out of me!”

The woman, Eris, stopped next to her husband, her face wet with tears, and she took the boy without a word, squeezing him tight and crying silently. Feera encircled both of them in his arms and held them for a moment. The other gnoll boy stood with his grandmother, holding her hand and biting at one of his claws in wide-eyed confusion.

After a moment, Feera let go of his wife and approached you.

“Thank you, strangers,” He said, reaching up to shake your hands like his mother had.

“It’s my pleasure, sir,” Alexei replied, shaking firmly.

“Please, let me buy the two of you a drink,” Feera said, waving over a stable boy from the nearby tavern. “We’ll take your mule and cart and make sure they’re both taken care of. Are you folks hungry?”

The family ushered you and Alexei into the inn and sat you down at a table, ordering ale and a meal for everyone. Eris had a firm grip on her youngest son and an arm around her oldest. Declan now seemed to be completely over his sojourn into the woods by himself, though his parents still seemed slightly traumatized by it.

“That’s the farthest he’s ever gone,” Eris said. She was a taciturn woman who didn’t smile much, which made her appear rather stern. “We’re usually good about keeping everything locked up tight. I still don’t know how he got out. We’ve even nailed the windows closed.”

“Who knows?” Feera said, rubbing his wife’s back soothingly. “He could have shimmied out of the slats in the attic. Looks like I’ll have to nail that shut too.”

“Here you go, dearies,” The innkeeper said, laying a key on the table. “Here’s your room for the night. The bed is nice and big, so you’ll both be comfortable.”

“Oh,” Alexei said. “No, we’re not together. I was giving her a ride. I hadn’t met her before today.”

“Oh,” The innkeeper said, dismayed. “I’m afraid I only have the one room available right now.”

“That’s alright, we’ll take it. Thank you for your generosity,” You said, taking the key and smiling. In an undertone, you said to Alexei, “It’s fine, I’ll sleep on the floor, it’s no big deal.”

He grimaced but said nothing.

That night, you unrolled your bedroll and got ready to lay down. He had taken the bed, since you offered it, and was already half asleep. He had taken off his vest but left his tunic on. You stared at him thoughtfully, debating with yourself.

“Alexei,” You called.

He snorted and opened his eyes, looking over at you blearily. “What?”

“I wanted to ask you something.”

“What is it? I’m trying to sleep.”

“Would you marry me?”

His eyes shot open and he stared at the ceiling for a full minute before sitting up to glare at you.

“What?”

“Look, I know it’s a weird thing to ask--”

“It’s a crazy thing to ask!”

“Can I just explain myself before you think I’m crazy?”

“It’s too late for that, but please, go ahead.” He sat with his legs dangling over the edge of the bed and his hands clasped in his lap, looking at you expectantly.

“I’m escaping an arranged marriage,” You began bluntly. “I was only told of the engagement three days prior to leaving home. I met him at a dinner the night before what was to be our wedding day for the first time. You could not imagine a more boorish, rude, inept man.”

“I bet I could.”

You snorted. “He did nothing but drink wine during the dinner, leering at both me and the serving staff and making rather unseemly comments about my face and body, considering he’d only just met me. His parents just shushed him, but in a dismissive, boys-will-be-boys kind of way that made me want to tear my hair out.”

“When was this whole thing set up?”

“I’d apparently been promised to him since I was five years old. His family is rich from textile money, but they have a less that immaculate reputation. His parents need the respectability that my family’s name offers in order to regain many of their clients and trade routes.”

“Why’s that?”

“It’s the son’s, my so-called husband-to-be’s, fault. I learned through conversation with his parents that he didn’t work in his family business at all and traveled quite often on his parent’s dime. After they had gotten rather drunk, his parents admitted that he had already fathered two children out of wedlock that they knew of.”

His head rocked back. “That’s concerning. Are your parents still on board with the wedding?”

“Yes. Part of the deal is a large investment from my fiance’s parents; my parents need the money to retire.”

“So you decided to escape in the middle of the night, is that it?”

You nodded. “Thankfully, my parents hadn’t paid the officiant yet, and therefore the wedding hadn’t been formally recorded with the county as a done-deal, so I decided to leave until the contract ran its course. I knew where my parents kept their money and only took what I thought I would need to get to Dunmountain. They aren’t exactly rich, after all, just well-respected. I plan to pay them back at some point. I just pray they understand.”

“So, you’re asking me to marry you to get out of the engagement?”

“Yes,” You said. “The contract is void if I turn twenty five before the wedding or if I have been married to someone else for a minimum of six months with verifiable proof. Meaning I have to have both my husband and the marriage certificate in hand and meet with a mediator to authenticate it. And since twenty five is three years away, the only hope I have of freedom is to marry someone else.”

He folded his arms. “And exactly what do I get out of this? Six months is a long time to be stuck with a stranger, you know.”

“I know. I’ll give you every penny I have. Wherever we end up, I’ll pick up jobs. I’ll pay for everything. I’ll cook and clean. You won’t have to lift a finger. I’ll do whatever I can to make this as painless for you as possible, and then when it’s over, we can have the marriage annulled and you never have to see me again.”

He considered you for a long moment, chewing his lip.

“I know it’s sudden and out of the blue,” You continued. “But I’m desperate and willing to put my trust, and money, in a stranger.”

He sighed and raked his fingers through his beard. “Look, give me a day to consider it. This is a lot for me to process.”

“Alright,” You said. “Thank you for even entertaining the idea. I haven’t done much to endear myself to you, so I appreciate that you didn’t turn me down outright.”

He flopped back down on the bed. “Go to sleep.”

“You still don’t know my name,” You said, lying down.

“If I accept, you can tell me. Just go to sleep. Or don’t, I don’t care.” He rolled over toward the wall, facing away from you, clearly indicating the conversation was over. You covered yourself with your cloak, your thoughts in a roil, and eventually fell into an uneasy sleep.

The next morning, Alexei was gone. After a moment of panic, you packed up your things and rushed downstairs, hoping to ask after him, only to find him sitting and eating breakfast. He looked up when you came stumbling down, but made no gesture of greeting, simply continued to eat. You almost went to go sit with him, but thought, why? You don’t know him, after all. Instead, you went to sit at the bar.

“Getcha anythin’, darlin’?” The barmaid asked. She had a friendly north-eastern Scottish accent.

“You folks offer a breakfast plate or something like that?” You asked.

“Sure do. Mulled cider to go with?”

“Sounds great, thank you.”

She went off to get your food and drink and you sat there, feeling anxious.

“Pardon me,” A voice said to your right. It was Eris, the young mother of the gnoll child. Despite her somber face, she was actually rather lovely when she wasn’t crying.

“Oh, yes, ma’am, what can I do for you?”

“Take this, please,” She said, holding out a small drawstring sack. “It’s not much, but I wouldn’t feel right if you walked away with no reward for what you did for my family.”

“Oh, ma’am, no, you don’t have to do this,” You protested, but she held up a hand to stop you.

“Please, it would mean a lot to me. I don’t know what I would have done if something had happened to him,” She said. She scratched her neck self-consciously. Though she wore a high collared dress, you could see a scar peeking out of the neckline.

“Really, Alexei should get this, he’s the one who found him,” You told her.

“He’s already been given his share,” She said. “Take it, please.”

You smiled and sighed. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Thank you,” Her normally reserved, neutral expression lightened into a smile. “I hope we meet again.” And she took her leave.

The barmaid laid a plate of scrambled eggs and a fried potato hash in front of you along with a large tankard of cider.

You’d eaten half of it when Alexei sidled up and sat on the stool next to you. He didn’t look at you, but set his tankard in front of him and flagged down the barmaid, who refilled it.

“Do you get on with your folks? Are they good parents?”

“Yeah,” You replied, stunned by the sudden question. “They’re nice parents, they’ve never been cruel to me. I supposed I’m closer to my mother than my father, but we all get along well. I’ve never had to doubt if they loved me, if that’s what you mean.”

“But they’re okay with you marrying this pissant, though?”

You sighed. “Their marriage was arranged, and they were fine with it. I suppose they think that my fiance, Gregory, will settle down when we marry, but I doubt it. I don’t see how being married to a stranger is supposed to make someone like him straighten up.” You set down your fork and leaned your elbows on the bar. “Besides, even good parents may not always do what’s best for their kids. Sometimes they do what’s best for themselves. They’re just as capable of being selfish at the expense of others as any other person can be.” You took a gulp of cider and blew out a breath of frustration.

“Do you hate them?”

“No,” You said slowly. “I’m angry at them, but that doesn’t mean I hate them.”

He took a drink and huffed. “It’s all so confusing.”

“How do you mean?” You asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing. What were you going to do once you got to Dunmountain?”

“Hide. Get a job somewhere, anywhere. Sleep in a shed, if I have to. Lie low until I turned twenty five. Maybe go back when the contract runs out. Maybe.”

“You don’t want to see your parents again?”

“It’s not that,” You said, poking at your food. “I didn’t want to leave in the first place. If it wasn’t for the engagement, I wouldn’t have had to. I don’t know what they’ll do if I ever go back. Maybe they’ll disown me. Maybe they’ll force me to work or write up another marriage contract with Gregory or someone else to get the money they need. I don’t know.”

“Don’t you have a say?”

You scoffed. “Of course not. Women are the property of their fathers until they get married, and then they’re the property of their husbands. Property doesn’t get a say.”

He was silent for a long time, every so often reaching over to pick an onion off of your plate.

“I guess I just have one thing left to ask you, then,” He said.

“Which is?”

He turned to you and clicked his tongue. “What’s your name, pet?”

The two of you left Willowridge heading for Dunmountain, stopping for a few days in Chesterfield to have a quick courthouse wedding. He managed to find a simple iron ring in his belongings to use as a wedding band. After the wedding, you gave him half of your money, telling him he’d get the other half after the annulment.

Once in Dunmountain, you left Alexei to handle the mule and vardo, and immediately began to look for work. The bathhouses were your best bet; there was always laundry that needed doing.

You also found a small apartment at an inn made up of a single room with a fireplace one could cook over. It wasn’t furnished with anything, not even a bed, but you figured you could make do with a bedroll and a simple table and chairs. You paid the rent for the next month and got the keys, rushing back to Alexei to tell him where you’d be living.

He drove you back to the apartment on his carriage, and the two of you began hauling your belongings up the stairs to your room.

“I’ll buy furnishings tomorrow,” You told him. “We’re not staying here long, so we won’t need much.”

“Didn’t you say you’d see to my every comfort?” He teased. “I want a canopy bed with feather down and a lounging sofa and--”

You shushed him. “I said I’d cook and clean and pay the necessary expenses. You want anything else, you can pay for it yourself.”

He chuckled. “Did you find a job?”

“I start at the bathhouse adjacent to the inn in two days. I’ll leave you food for the day and cook when I get home. That’ll have to do.” You opened the door to the room and stepped inside. “I have enough provisions to make a simple stew, unless you’d like something else.”

“Stew sounds fine,” He said, setting down a small trunk. “I think I’ll go out tomorrow and look for paint supplies. I sold all of my paintings on my trip and I need to create some new ones. If I go too long without painting, I get irritable.”

“I’d hate to see what that looks like,” You said snidely. The only thing in the room provided by the inn was a bucket for drawing water from the nearby fountain. “I’ll fetch some water for dinner.”

A few months passed awkwardly but uneventfully. Alexei was companionable enough, but the two of you hadn’t made any attempts to bond or become close. You exchanged passing pleasantries, but the two of you didn’t converse much. He sometimes teased you by asking if your “wifely duties” extended to sharing the marital bed, seeing as how your bedrolls had been placed on opposite sides of the room. You merely smacked his backside with a hand towel and told him to get back to his paintings.

“Would you ever consider sitting for a painting, pet?” He asked you once as you were cleaning dishes.

You snorted. “I expected you’d want me to model nude for you or some nonsense.”

He laughed. “Only if that’s what you’d like, dear wife of mine.”

“Don’t call me that,” You said, lobbing a crumb of bread at his head. He didn’t duck, just let it hit him and caught it, popping it in his mouth. “And I will do no such thing.”

“Offer is open, if you ever change your mind.”

“If the earth opened and the devil himself ordered me to do it, I’d still refuse.”

Alexei laughed full-throated. “That’d be a sight worth seeing.”

As annoying as he could be, he wasn’t an unpleasant man to live with. He didn’t do any of the washing or cooking, but you didn’t care since you promised to do it yourself. Even still, he was fairly tidy and didn’t make much of a mess. He liked to joke and tease, but he was mostly harmless. For all his teasing, he never once made a move on you or gave you any reason to fear he might take advantage of you.

You also had to admit, he was very talented. He sold his paintings just as fast as he made them, which was a little bit of a shame, you thought: your room was a little plain and dour, and you’d have liked one or two of them to hang on the wall to brighten the place up. You never asked, though. You couldn’t go asking for favors from the man who’d already promised six months of his life to you.

On your birthday, you got permission to finish work early and decided to go and buy the ingredients to make an apple and honey pot pie to go with dinner that night. Since you didn’t have a stove, you’d have to bake it in a pan over the fire, but you knew how to do it. It was one of the first treats your mother had ever taught you to make.

Apples were in season and would be cheap enough--the cheapest of the fruits available anyway--but honey would be quite expensive. A single spoonful cost several days worth of work. But you figured, you’d been working hard. You’d earned it.

When you arrived back at the apartment, he stood up from his painting stool to take your shopping basket.

“Is that honey I smell?” He said, sniffing. “That’s pricey. What’s the occasion, pet?”

“It’s my birthday,” You told him. “I was going to make a pie.”

“Is it!” He said, smiling. “That certainly is reason for celebration. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It’s not like we have regular conversations, you know,” You said, unpacking the shopping. “Besides, I didn’t think it would matter to you.”

“Well, that’s a bit unfair,” He said, frowning. “Are we not friends?”

“Are we?” You asked, stopping to quirk an eyebrow at him. “Out of the way, please. I need to start the crust now or I’ll be cooking all night.”

He frowned at you still but said nothing, taking two steps back so you could bustle about making dinner.

“What would you want as a gift?” He asked, leaning against the wall and watching you work.

“I don’t want anything,” You replied, not looking up. “If I did, I’d get it myself.”  

“Oh, come now,” He said, tsking. “You may not think of us as friends, but after four months, I would assume we’d have developed some kind of rapport. What would you ask of a friend?”

“I wouldn’t ask anything of a friend,” You said. “I’m not the type of person who expects gifts.”

“Didn’t your parents ever give you gifts?”

“That’s different, they’re my parents.”

“Family, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’m family now, aren’t I?” He asked.

“I will throw a plate at you.”

“Just tell me,” He said, his voice a little wheedling. “There must be one thing I can get you that you’d allow.”

You sighed forcefully and stopped kneading the dough, turning to him and looking him up and down. “Are you serious about this?”

“Have you ever known me not to be serious?” He asked, grinning.

You rolled your eyes and when back to work, and he stuttered a retraction.

“No, no, I am, I’m serious. Please, tell me, what would you like?”

You stopped again and wiped your hands on your apron, and then crossed them over your chest. “Well… I’d like a painting.”

He looked like you’d hit him in the head with your baking pan. “What?”

“It doesn’t have to be anything grand, just a little painting of anything, flowers or trees or something like that, to brighten up the room. It’s a bit drab here.” You waved around vaguely. “There isn’t even a window. Just… some color. That’s all.”

“You want me to paint for you?” He asked, incredulous. “That’s all?”

“Well… I know painting supplies are expensive and I didn’t want to ask for anything, seeing as I promised to take care of everything myself. Like I said, I’m not the type to expect presents or things like that.”

“You don’t like to ask for things for yourself, do you, pet?” He asked shrewdly. “Not just from me, huh? In general.”

You turned your back to him and started kneading again. “My parents were both born peasants. Peasants don’t get gifts. When they married, they lived in a one-room cruck house that my father built them as a wedding gift. A house of straw and dirt was all my father could offer my mother, and it was good enough. They both worked their hands to the bone to get where they are. They live in a much nicer house now and don’t have to work as hard as they used to, but they raised me to appreciate what I could do with my own hands and not to rely on gifts. ‘A gift is never free,’ they’d always say.” You stopped working again and stared at your hands. “They used to tell me that I was ‘a gift’ to them. I wonder now if that meant they always saw me as a means to an end.”

“I always thought parents were supposed to put their children above everything else,” He said softly from behind you, continuing to watch you.

“Is that what your parents were like?” You asked in return. He didn’t answer and you looked over your shoulder at him.

“I wouldn’t know,” He said eventually, sitting down at the table and taking an apple from the basket. “Never met them. I grew up in an orphanage.” He took a knife from his pocket and began to peel and slice the apples.

“You know you don’t have to do that,” You remarked.

“Hush,” He said, not looking at you. “It’s your birthday.”

Dinner was pleasant, and the pie was delicious. There was enough left over to to have for breakfast the next morning. Alexei even helped you tidy up. The day had been rather nice.

So why, when you lay down for bed, did it suddenly feel like you couldn’t breathe?

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My Masterlist

The Exophilia Creator’s Masterlist

[jodiie-leighanne]

Authors Notes - Short one but possibility of a naughty part two.

“You will not associate with that boy any longer Penelope, do you hear me?”

“Oh, I hear you. I just don’t care” Scoffing at the absolute cheek, does he not realise I will do the exact opposite of his demands?

“Do you see what that scumbag has done to our flower Helen?” Dramatic as always father; a stocky, bald giant groans, pleading with my mother to back up his stupid drawl. 

“Gareth, it’s just puppy love. The lad is harmless” She smiles softly like the angel she is, My mum was a lot more accepting of my relationship than her husband. Partly because I was similar to her, she was into the bad boys with parental issues whilst a teenager. Yet, someone got saddled with this irrational lard arss twit.

“Harmless? Hardly” He heaved, rubbing a palm on the top of his head, whilst I perched on the dining table. Calves swinging as I toyed with my nail beds. “He is a Malfoy? What the hell would the son of a deceased gangster want with our daughter other than to corrupt and impregnate her '' Bold statement there. If he must know, which he mustn't, we are very safe whilst doing the naked tango. 

 “Excuse me? I am here you know” I hissed, sights not meeting theirs. You would think I was a child the way they drone on about me, I’m nineteen for god sakes. After summer break I’ll be leaving for college, its really time to cut the umbilical cord.

“Honey, your being a bit harsh don’t you think?” Placing  her manicured hand on his shoulder, trying to calm the situation. Even though I was very calm, this was a fairly normal interaction. 

“Hardly, your lucky she isn’t wearing a chastity belt”

“Father, Draco is not associated with the criminal world I can assure you” Rolling my hues, pushing off the wood, sauntering slowly to grab my leather coat as the weather was chillier than normal. 

“Is that so? A child from the South side would never be able to afford the garments he does” He isn’t lying, Draci is always adorning expensive labels. The latest trainers and never shy of flashing his jewellery. It’s unusual for the area he lived in, desolate and run down. Whilst we lived in a large ten bed, six bath mansion, slap bang in the middle of Beverly Hills  “Sweetie, I’m just protecting you. He is clearly after our wealth, or to trap you in the underground world” 

“I’m sorry, but you're wrong” Hissing as I stuff my limbs into my jacket. Struggling to haul it over my shoulder, untucking thick dark locks. A horn sounding out front brings a grin to my solemn face.

“Penelope Aldraz, if you take one step out that door..” Ignoring the calls, I skip to the front entrance swinging the door open, gliding down the steps hurriedly. Before the cavalry arrives. 

Stopping in my tracks just to take a moment to breath in his unfathomable beauty. Head to toe in leathers which hugged his body in the most flattering way showing me every-fucking-thing, each define muscles on his upper arms, the athleticism of his thighs. Not to mention what lay between them, my mouth salivates at the imprint.

Sheen of sweat thinly layering his forehead, strands of blonde stuck to the skin. His usual pale skin tinted pink from the bike helmet rested on the seat next to mine. 

Draco insisted on buying me one after a couple of trips on his bike, he wanted does to be safe and secure. I was all of that and more. 

Arms folded over a tight chest, legs crossed at the ankles whilst shifting his weight to not knock over his pride and joy - a Ducati 899 panigale. Not the most flashy but, oh boy did he love it. Only a quarter of the amount he loved me though. 

Finally meeting his shadow faded hues, watching a smirk lifted on the corners of his lips. 

“There’s my baby, sorry I was running late”

“Trust me, your timing couldn’t have been more perfect” I giggled, throwing my arms around his neck, making it crane down to meet my level being as I was five inches shorter.

“Is that so?” Draco smiled, capturing my lips in his with a sweet kiss. 

“PENELOPE” Fucking hell. Can't the man give me a moment. 

“That’s our cue to leave gorgeous, your chariot awaits”  Chuckling at the pout I wore from being interrupted, he shifted to let me climb on the bike.

“How chivalrous of you” My words muffled as he secures my helmet on, pecking my forehead. Climbing on in front of me reaching back to secure my hold on his waist. First time I did this was petrifying, now its thrilling. 

“PENELOPE, please just come back inside” Shifting my gaze to the left as father stood on the path, begging me with his eyes to obey. Mother just stood behind him beaming with joy that I got to experience the awe and complications of love. 

“I’m sorry Daddy, but you don’t own me” 

“Evening Mr and Mrs Aldraz, Helen that sundress looks wonderful on you” Chuckling lightly, feeling his chest vibrate with me, my mum waved her hand as a way of saying 'behave yourself' “I’ll have her back by curfew” Starting the engine as we pushed off disappearing it the the tunnel of trees above. 

As I sat there the world whizzing by, nothing could be better than having him pressed against my chest. One palm rested on my knee soothingly rubbing me through protective gloves. 

I wonder how it would feel to have those rough materialed digits pushed inside my pussy.. 

I will fight, defy and stand by him until the end of time. Or at least until the end of us.

My Draco Malfoy. 

[brokerkisser]

Radrobrius Sunniel (He/him) and his child Cysalus (they/them)

Rad is Emma's right hand man and the messenger of the heavens, a father of 10 angel babies <3 IMAGE ID UNDER KEEP READING

ID : First image is a drawing of Radrobrius he has a simple round halo and a tall oval shaped facehole tall horns that're curved upwards his head floats from a orante golden armor gorget a top of a shiny sapphire ribcage that is empty the right pauldron is larger and longer then the left on his left shoulder is a cape pinned to that side with some fabric drapped over his shoulder the pin has a lilly flower symbol His arms are golden armor with his forearms and fingers covered in throne angel rings he also has a gold ornate tasset around his waist His body shape is large with very broad shoulders with his small head between and long forearms, the waist area is small and his hips average sized. His wings are tall wide and fluffy he has a small speach bubble with a smiley emoticon Second image is a drawing of Cysalus splattered with blood they have crown like horns on top of their head with 2 pairs of wings attached to the sides of their head the top pair smaller then the bottom their face is a short and wide 6 pointed star their halo is red and small with two long horizontal lines and short diagonal lines with a blood drip coming off of the right horizontal line they have a long thin neck that's gold they're wearing a star shaped breastplate over a long white gown with long sleeves the star breast plate has 2 long points that go horizontally across past their shoulders with white fabric tassels at the ends and 2 points that go downwards with a short point in the middle of the bottom points their arms are golden with their left hand they hold onto a large sword made of blood that has a X hilt and a large tapered blade behind them is a simple thin and wide cloud their body shape is thin and tall with a long body neck and arms