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Now that the holidays are done, I bring you this!

Gloomstruck

Chapter 6: Obsession (picks up immediately after the events of chapters 1 & 2)

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Shadow didn’t know how long he lay in this section of gloom, absorbing its power into himself, letting it heal the bruises and lacerations he received from the monster camp.

Long enough that the substance below had grown warm and dull, blackness eclipsing the beautiful red.

Wearily, Shadow rose and took a dozen paces, nursing his bruised ribs and bad shoulder. He sank into another patch of gloom, relaxing as cold relief swept across his body.

He let the gloom particles settle on him, soak into him, and vowed revenge: on those monsters, on whatever brought him back, and most of all, on Link.

Link, the “Hero.”

Link, who betrayed him.

Link, who made a fool out of him in front of his own minions.

Link, who always got all the glory.

Well. No more. Shadow would show him who really deserved to stand at the fore. He’d take everything Link held dear for himself.

But first…he needed more power. And the gloom was gonna give it to him, or he’d take it by force.

Shadow didn’t know how long he spent wandering amidst the gloom, only that he left a trail of dull black behind him as he absorbed more and more of that delicious power. He kept diligent distance between himself and any other monsters – he’d meet them on his own terms.

Once the gloom he’d assimilated healed his wounds, he began practicing with the magic it gave him, unwilling to be caught unprepared again. He sent shadowy tendrils flicking out in all directions, focusing on making them as sharp and strong as swords, then morphing them so they were blunt and devastating like the hammers he’d had to face.

One of these tendrils struck a tree, startling a swarm of small, frog-like creatures from behind it. They ran, yipping and barking, a short distance away before they turned and snarled at him.

They were…kinda cute; the noise they made was not. Shadow sent out his magic as a dozen spears, killing each baby monster before it could charge at him. Their dying squeals echoed through the power he held, ringing like music and whetting the desire to rend, to destroy.

And so he went. He traveled through a few more lengths of gloom, until the power and malice were practically bursting from him, practicing all the while. By the time he made it back to the scene of his great defeat, he’d honed the power into a razor’s edge, intimately familiar and supremely confident he could finally hold his own.

Time to begin the hunt.

He swept through the camp, killing each monster that opposed him and absorbing their life force. He left their swords, spears, and hammers where they lay, content with the magic he could shape to his every whim. He checked inside the chest they were guarding, but found only a flower that glowed like the sun. He left it lying in the dirt.

He walked on, taking out two more camps before he discovered – quite by accident – that he could shadow-travel between pockets of gloom.

He had stepped into a slightly deeper patch that pooled at the bottom of a slope when his foot slipped into intangibility, sending him plunging face first towards the ground. He yelped and covered his head with his arms, squeezing his eyes shut.

The impact he expected never came. Instead, the cool liquid closed over his head and sent his consciousness careening through space. He emerged someplace where several of the monsters were shrouded in ice, although the temperature of the air hadn’t changed.

A piggy lookout with a blue pelt and forked horns spotted him immediately, sounding an alarm.

"Bring it on!” he challenged, snapping a dark tendril at the bowbeast to silence its horn.

An icy bat and silver lizard charged him first, but an effortless dodge and swipe of his shadowy blade dispatched both within moments.

Shadow cackled, turning to face the next challengers. A pair of the bauble-horned silver pigs approached, but these two looked different. These two had baskets on their backs and some sort of armor covering their entire bodies. No matter how he slashed with his blade, the armor blocked them from all damage.

Distracted by the pair as he tried to figure out a blade that would get them out of his way, Shadow forgot about the two ice monsters clinging to the rock walls of the camp. They shot streams of icy balls at him, catching him off guard and freezing him in place.

Cold became his every thought. He struggled to free himself, to do so much as breathe, but was helpless as the two pig monsters sheathed their weapons and pushed his frozen body to the edge of a cliff. With malicious grunts and snorts, they pushed him over.

Falling took forever. Shadow battered at the ice with his magic, finally freeing himself as he hit the ground and rolled several feet.

Instantly, burning replaced the cold. Shadow gasped as he took stock of where he’d landed. Bright, divine light shone all around him, unraveling the tapestry of power he’d woven for himself. His skin tightened as it burned in the all-encompassing radiation, worse than any sunlight he could remember.

The light kept pulling the gloom from his body, mutating and poisoning the memories he’d received from it.

Instead of Zelda's pity, he saw her confidently telling him he was a hero.

“You are one of the ‘Links,’” she said warmly. “You are actually a hero yourself.”

Instead of staring down the tips of the Four Sword at four angry copies of Link, he lay in a pile of shattered glass as they hovered over him in concern.

“Shadow!” the purple Link – Vio – cried, uncharacteristically emotional. “Why would you do that?! I thought you-, hang in there, I-”

Shadow screamed as he weakly dragged himself through sand and grass, scared of the light and desperate to escape the burning agony it brought to his body and mind. Even after its influence faded behind him he crawled on, moaning, until he sensed gloom nearby. He collapsed into it and sobbed, choking as it prodded at the holes in his power.

What was true? Was he a hero, or a villain? He was irrefutably a creature of darkness, but could he live in the light?

Who was Shadow Link, really?

Beneath him, the gloom hissed, pulsing faster as it seamlessly patched the holes the light had left behind. A shroud of darkness flicked into place across his mind, drowning out the questions, leaving only vicious anger.

He emerged a new creature. Malice fairly sparked from his fingertips; hatred and anger turned his eyes a brilliant, blazing red.

Between one blink and the next, he’d traveled through the shadows back to the camp at the cliff’s peak. He formed his magic into a massive mallet and swung, obliterating the armored and ice creatures alike.

Nothing was safe after that.

He defeated pig monsters and lizards; tall, lanky creatures with snouts and enormously fat pigs with bugles; huge, walking stone piles and giant versions of the babies he’d first killed.

He took out winged creatures large and small; monsters that spat rocks or other elementally charged projectiles and strange, lumbering mummies, some of which spat acid – those were his favorite.

He took great pleasure tearing the cuboid automatons and any stal monsters that appeared apart piece by piece until there was nothing left.

The sleeping, one-eyed giants and rampaging beast-men offered some resistance, but ultimately they fell to his might just the same.

He barely paused to think about the banana-loving, white-masked weirdos he kept finding throughout the land. He would have left them alone, honestly, but they had the only edible food, so they had to be vanquished as well.

He even found a few arenas, each containing three-headed dragons, molten spiders, flying centipedes, giant moths, or dirty fish blobs. Those took much more effort and ingenuity.

He’d just defeated his third giant moth when he felt…something…shiver through the air and vibrate amidst his very core.

People – non-banana-weirdos people – had just entered the wasteland, and they were close.

Cautious and intrigued, he made his way to where he could sense their light, their goodness, like a blight in the beautiful darkness. He caught up to them as they spilled out onto a plain near his resurrection site.

Nine men or boys, of varying ages and sizes. All armed to the teeth with projectiles and short-range weapons. A low, involuntary growl slipped between his teeth as he saw his doppelganger among the men. “That’s why they all reek of light and goodness,” he snarled quietly, “They must be ‘Heroes.’”

Three of them turned towards him suddenly; he dropped into the gloom they’d just crossed, hiding but not traveling. He didn’t want them to know he was there, not yet.

Not until he decided what he’d do with them.

Voices filtered down to him as he hid. He let just his eyes manifest to see which of the heroes was talking.

��“What is it?” Red-shirt demanded.

“I thought I felt something,” Link whispered.

“Heard something,” Wolf Pelt added.

“We’re being monitored,” Tattoos intoned.

Well, that won’t do. Their senses were sharper than he thought. Shadow let himself travel to some gloom close to the camp they were headed for, the first one he’d decimated, and settled in to wait.

He watched them approach, watched Scarface climb up and over the rocks. He laughed to himself as the rest tiptoed around the camp, talking quietly to each other, but cut it off abruptly as three different heroes – Red-shirt, Scarf, and Greenie – mounted the rock and looked around.

Cursing, he melted into the gloom and left, hunting for more monsters to kill.

Some hours later, a braided thread of panic, pain and fear reached around his heart and mind and tugged. A weak, insignificant spark in the back of his head responded, pulling him through the gloom before he could figure out what had happened.

He emerged in a narrow streak of gloom at the base of a cliff, behind some tall, rocky pillars. Across a gap, he saw Tattoos holding his doppelganger on top of another pillar. Link looked pale as death, lips blue and shaking like a leaf. An arrow had pierced his lower leg, staining the surrounding tights a deep maroon.

The weak, insignificant spark in his mind nearly wept at the sight. Shadow ignored it.

Something on the other side of the rocks shattered, then sinister laughter echoed off the cliff face.

“Cub!” someone above him shouted. A dread chill shuddered across his soul; he retreated into the gloom as Scarface sprinted past, scrambling up the cliff.

Shadow stared at Scarface, perplexed at how he could possibly stay up there, but was distracted as an empty, malicious presence writhed over and through the gloom he hid in.

It felt like Ganon. Shadow retreated further into the gloom, making himself as unobtrusive as possible, ready to flee at a moment’s notice.

Another hero yelled something, but Shadow was too deep to make out the words. Finally, the Ganon-presence withered away, and he breathed a silent sigh of relief.

He might be a menace and a monster, but that thing was infinitely worse.

Shadow surfaced slowly, curiosity at what the heroes were up to driving him forward.

He peered around the closest rocky pillar, watching as Red-shirt fed Greenie something, Scarface sat with the Kid, and Scarf bandaged Link's leg. He couldn’t see Tattoos, Wolf Pelt, or Cape.

When Link got up and walked to where the Kid and Scarface sat, Shadow flickered into his place under his doppelganger. That niggling, weak part in the back of his mind nearly purred in satisfaction, handily evading the malice that tried to drown it.

He listened as they discussed the existence of “gloom spawn” and their rate of appearance, the gloom he'd assimilated wriggling with unbridled pleasure at the fear in their voices.

Disturbed, he shadow-traveled to a place far from the heroes.

Who was he, really?

The malice burned in his veins, but no matter how hard it tried, it could not contain that small part in the back of his head that demanded to be noticed with more and more urgency.

Shadow spent hours traveling through the darkness, alternatingly pulled towards destruction and concern. Every time he popped up near the heroes, one would turn, hand on a weapon, and stare in his direction. Rather than be seen and known, he’d let the malice pull him towards more monsters, destroying their camps as much for the thrill of destruction as for the growing light in the back of his mind.

Who was Shadow Link, really?

When the heroes appeared to be stopping for a time, Shadow flew over their location, resting on a large arch of bone or stone, and stared across the camp, conflicted.

The hatred and anger he’d felt after that horrid divine light still pulsed throughout his body, darkening his thoughts and writhing through his being. But the holes that same divine light had exposed were growing, fighting back, shedding light gently but firmly across the malice.

It was tearing him apart. Who was he??

Back and forth he went, while the heroes slept, traveling through the gloom, destroying monsters, keeping an eye on their camp, his thoughts a whirlwind.

Villain.

Hero.

Darkness.

Light.

Malice.

Peace.

Suffering.

Hope.

Shadow.

Link.

Finally exhausted, Shadow settled at the edge of a wide mass of gloom he found on the open plain near the heroes' camp; half in, half out, he begged for numbness, for rest, for relief.

Oblivion came, and he welcomed it with open arms.

Some time later, the low hum of voices woke him. Sound traveled far, he’d discovered, but even still he secreted himself among the shadows at the edge of the gloom, hiding, waiting, and watching.

The heroes, loosely led by Scarface, passed within feet of his hiding spot, but no one noticed. He smirked, pleased.

He was just about to leave when something shrieked; the gloom surrounding him suddenly rippled as the Ganon-presence manifested right in the heroes' path.

Five writhing hands emerged from the gloom, preparing to strike down the heroes, ready to consume everything in their path.

The malice they contained pulled on his soul, constraining him to act, to destroy.

Link’s light and goodness pulled on his being, urging him to rest, to be whole.

Shadow’s heart hammered in his ribs, blood rushing loudly in his ears. He clutched his head and squeezed his eyes closed, unable to think straight through the conflicting messages.

WHO WAS SHADOW LINK?

The heroes scattered back the way they’d come.

Shadow joined them.

Invisible and intangible, Shadow darted past Scarface standing alone against the gloom spawn, past Wolf Pelt and Cape, through the cluster that was Tattoos, Scarf, Greenie, and the Kid, until he found his place in Link's shadow, right as he took an item from Red-shirt and rocketed halfway up a tree.

He did his best to ignore the siren call of the gloom behind him. It festered in his blood and surged through his magic; it planted thoughts, images, and ideas in his head, like just how easy it would be to materialize and knock Link from the tree to crash to the earth below. With luck, he’d take more of the heroes down with him.

Shadow doggedly shook his head, clinging tighter to Link's magical core. He curled up tight and pressed close to the space between Link and the tree – Link's violet eyes flickered his way briefly – trying to shut down all his senses and just exist.

He heard shouting, and screeching, then finally blessed silence. Weary beyond anything he could remember, Shadow released a shuddering sigh and lost consciousness.

Light at the edge of his being roused Shadow from sleep to alertness in a heartbeat. It held the same divine signature as the stuff that had burned him before; even proximity to the light was fraying the power he held.

Despite the questions over his identity that plagued him, Shadow knew he didn’t want to lose the power he’d gained. He dove from Link's shadow into a tiny patch of gloom, just far enough away from the light that it couldn’t affect him.

He watched the heroes sprint towards the light, confused for a single moment. He understood why when another gloom spawn erupted where they’d just been standing.

He held his breath, hoping it wouldn’t notice him.

Its ravening form pursued the heroes until, as if slamming into a barrier, it stopped amidst the trees. It writhed and shrieked, but the divine light held it at bay. Finally, with a vicious hiss, it faded away, and Shadow could breathe again.

He stayed in the small bit of gloom, watching as most of the heroes fell asleep under the root-like structure and Scarface started a fire, cooking something that made his mouth water. He rose in idle curiosity as Scarface climbed the outside of the root, looked around, and glided back down.

A tug in the pit of his stomach startled him a step closer to the heroes. He stared in wonder as a Dark gate – in defiance of all that should have been otherwise – spiraled into existence at the far edge of the bright clearing.

The heroes rose, packed up, and started walking through the portal, but Shadow remained frozen in place.

Should he go? He had power here.

But power wasn’t enough now. He’d proved it by denying the gloom's compulsion and following Link.

Link would know who he truly was.

Link was disappearing through the portal!

Shadow plucked up his courage, gritted his teeth, and sprinted across the lighted clearing, enduring the burn to slip into the narrowing band of welcome darkness.

[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

[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.

[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]

[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

[jrchiangm]

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Short body Flower horn  babies 10days-Feeding brine shrimp(Second batch)-短身羅漢魚苗孵化10天(第二批)#5 餵食豐年蝦 If you like this video please subscribe me subscribe 訂閱https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCxdQ... 如果您喜歡影片,請按訂閱,訂閱是免費的.它會讓您會收到影片更新通知.謝謝您! Louhan fish (Flowerhorn) brings lucky and prosperity for anyone who owns them. Flowerhorn is a hybrid fish that are based on one of the earliest man-made hybrid fish: the blood parrot. Since the first flowerhorns, often called luohans, #flowerhorn #cichlid have been hybridized with dozens of other cichlids. Their genetic history is unknown and varies greatly with each strain. Flowerhorn is said to bring its owner lots of prosperity, luck and good fortune in everythinsh is imported from Thailand - Best for sale and reasonable price.g ranging from wealth and fame to love and happiness. Those real hobbyists and #fish lovers will even stretch their hands into the tank and play with the Flower horn, which behaves just like a little puppy. 花羅漢魚為擁有它們的人帶來了幸運和繁榮。 花羅漢魚是一種基於最早的人造雜交魚之一的雜交魚：血鸚鵡。 由於第一個花角，通常被稱為羅漢，花羅漢魚慈鯛與其他許多慈鯛雜交。 他們的遺傳史是未知的，並且每種菌株都��很大差異。 據說花羅漢魚為它的主人帶來了許多繁榮，從泰國進口的每一個運氣和好運 - 最好的銷售和合理的價格。從財富和名望到愛和幸福。 那些真正的愛好者和養魚愛好者甚至會伸手進入魚缸並與花羅漢魚玩耍，花羅漢魚的行為就像一隻小狗會跟主人互動甚至撒嬌。 blogger https://jrchiang.blogspot.com/ Pixnet http://jrchiang2006.pixnet.net instagram https://www.instagram.com/jrchiang_ig/ facebook https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?... Tumblr https://www.tumblr.com/blog/jrchiangm twitter https://twitter.com/jrchiang2006 weebly https://jrchiang.weebly.com ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- JR paper craft channel. JR紙藝頻道 Subscribe to JR paper craft:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCxdQ... JR aquarium channel. JR水族頻道 Subscribe to JR aquarium:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCCB3...

[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

[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.

[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

A commission for @thebimess​! A woman escaping an arranged marriage proposes an unusual agreement with a man she just met: marry her for six months to get out of the marriage contract. Please reblog and leave feedback!

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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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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

[jrchiangm]

Short body Flowerhorn babies 55days-Feeding fry(first batch)-短身羅漢魚苗成長55天(第一批)#12

Short body Flowerhorn  babies 55days-Feeding fry(first batch)-短身羅漢魚苗成長55天(第一批)#12 Flower horn  babies growth process If you like this video please subscribe me subscribe 訂閱https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCxdQ... 如果您喜歡影片,請按訂閱,訂閱是免費的.它會讓您會收到影片更新通知.謝謝您! Louhan fish (Flowerhorn) brings lucky and prosperity for anyone who owns them. Flowerhorn is a hybrid fish that are based on one of the earliest man-made hybrid fish: the blood parrot. Since the first flowerhorns, often called luohans, #flowerhorn #cichlid have been hybridized with dozens of other cichlids. Their genetic history is unknown and varies greatly with each strain. Flowerhorn is said to bring its owner lots of prosperity, luck and good fortune in everythinsh is imported from Thailand - Best for sale and reasonable price.g ranging from wealth and fame to love and happiness. Those real hobbyists and #fish lovers will even stretch their hands into the tank and play with the Flower horn, which behaves just like a little puppy. 花羅漢魚為擁有它們的人帶來了幸運和繁榮。 花羅漢魚是一種基於最早的人造雜交魚之一的雜交魚：血鸚鵡。 由於第一個花角，通常被稱為羅漢，花羅漢魚慈鯛與其他許多慈鯛雜交。 他們的遺傳史是未知的，並且每種菌株都有很大差異。 據說花羅漢魚為它的主人帶來了許多繁榮，從泰國進口的每一個運氣和好運 - 最好的銷售和合理的價格。從財富和名望到愛和幸福。 那些真正的愛好者和養魚愛好者甚至會伸手進入魚缸並與花羅漢魚玩耍，花羅漢魚的行為就像一隻小狗會跟主人互動甚至撒嬌。 blogger https://jrchiang.blogspot.com/ Pixnet http://jrchiang2006.pixnet.net instagram https://www.instagram.com/jrchiang_ig/ facebook https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?... Tumblr https://www.tumblr.com/blog/jrchiangm twitter https://twitter.com/jrchiang2006 weebly https://jrchiang.weebly.com ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- JR paper craft channel. JR紙藝頻道 Subscribe to JR paper craft:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCxdQ... JR aquarium channel. JR水族頻道 Subscribe to JR aquarium:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCCB3...

[dragimal]

and finally my OTHER Kirins and Jackalopes, put into their own post because they’re fan-avatars (technically the Wayfarer is also a fan-avatar, but since he’s Feral, he can stay in the other post). in order: Aradia, Fluttershy, Stitch, and Espeon

I'm not too pleased with Stitch, so you only get his back. the Espeon was from a flash-cosplay event for Eeveelutions that happened in the middle of City Fera one time, so I didn’t actually keep that avatar very long, haha

[IMAGE ID: screencaps of 4 different Feral avatars in the avatar creation screen, all in the typical blocky, cartoony style of the game. (continued under cut) 

“Aradia” is a stocky goat-- mostly dark grey with blood-red accents. her legs are thick and shaggy, with extra long fur around her fetlocks, and her hooves stood near together, underneath her center of gravity. her face is long but flat, held tight against her neck, which is pulled back above her chest. she has a tall nose, small/pointed ears, a small goatee, and a pair of long, thin, ram-like horns. she has a thick mane of fur surround her neck down to her shoulders. she also has a short, sparse tail. her eyes have a round outline with sharp corners, which is dark red with a red cross-shaped pupil. her horns have the Homestuck-typical gradient, red-orange at the base, then orange, then yellow at the tips. her face, body, and upper legs are all dark grey. her nose, goatee, mane, and fluffy lower legs are all red. she has a red Aries horn symbol on her forehead, her rump has a red gear, and there’s a red deer skull between her shoulderblades. Aradia is wearing a ragged, dark grey scarf, red tassel earrings, a red ankle band, a skull ornament on the tip of her tail, and a small, grey, teardrop-shaped floating above her shoulder.

“Fluttershy” is a mostly-yellow pegasus with some light pink and light blue accents. she’s very tall and lean, with long/thin legs that have shaggy fetlock fluff, a long neck, and a long/thin tail with long hair flowing off the underside. her face is long and thin, curved gently down in a Roman arch, with a somewhat prominent muzzle/chin, and small/pointed ears. her mane flows freely down one side of her neck, and is twisted into a braid down the other side. her eyes have a round outline with pointed corners-- dark blue with extra accents to give the impression of thicker lashes. her irises are light blue, matching her forehead gem. her main body is yellow, while her underbelly, muzzle, and fetlock fluff are a lighter yellow. her long, feathered wings have yellow coverts, pink flight feathers, and longer, decorative blue feathers, shaped like peacock tail feathers. her hooves, mane, and tail hair are pink, though the tail fur has some yellow stripes. she has little butterflies (blue bodies, pink wings) on her rump. Fluttershy is wearing pink flower corsages on her legs, and has a small white bat sitting on her forehead. she’s carrying a small baby kitsune in a pouch around her neck, and another small animal in a bucket hanging off her rump.

“Stitch” is a small blue rabbit with dark blue, wobbly accents on his back and the back of his head. he has tall, pointed ears, and a small, puffy tail.

“Espeon” is a tall purple rabbit with a light purple dewlap/tail, and dark purple inner ears. their ears are tall/pointed, and their tail is small and pointed.

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[bakugohoex]

Scenarios of Kirishima with a cow quirk! s/o! This cutie has the ears, tail, horns, the curves 😏, and even wears a cowbell choker. While not in the hero department, she does help her classmates with studying, giving them advice, and being a good friend.

“how do you expect me to not fucking love you, when you come in looking like that” 

pairing: eijiro kirishima x female reader

cw: fluff and language

word count: 1100+

a/n: i might do a general headcanons for kirishima cause this is more specific to the request, i’m surprisingly getting through the requests 

summary: in which you have a cow quirk and in a relationship with kirishima 

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You know this man instantly fell in love with you

He first sees you at the sports festival and he was whipped, you didn’t care about the festival as much

But it was amusing and having gotten to the one-on-one battles with a quirk like yours it was surprising

He had seen how you steadily moved towards one of your opponents, before you were able to drastically pick up a guy who was a lot stronger than you and smash them down easily

It was easy but you were only good for hand to hand short, ranged combat so as soon as you were met with someone a lot stronger you were instantly out

Even then Kirishima admired you greatly and instantly needed to meet you

This baby loved how you presented yourself and just your carefree attitude and most of all he couldn’t lie and say you weren’t fucking     attractive

Both of you met outside whilst the breaks were happening, and he struck up a conversation

You had always thought your quirk made you not as attractive as the other girls but Kirishima proved you wrong

You, for a long time hated how your ears stuck out but you always covered it with your hair, the horns that stuck out from your forehead     which Kirishima adored and the little tail you had coming from your back

Everything about you was perfect and the first time he saw you in the UA uniform his mouth dropped

You asked to sit beside him, and my man obviously said yes for a little cutie like you

It was then that he saw the choker around your neck, a little bell hanging off it

His thoughts went wild and the hardening he was getting down below was not caused by his quirk

You both conversed and after a couple weeks became friends until he gained the courage to ask you out

You know this man went all out, bought you flowers, the whole lot and you had worn the tightest fitted dress that hit every single part of your body

You were killing this boy from the inside

Obviously, the date went amazing and you both quickly started dating

He would come and pick you up from class and always have lunch with you

Cute dates and new food places and of course you both loved going to the arcade and beach

He’s a such a soft baby he’ll carry your shoes if you were heels, and he’ll massage your feet after

Cute baby boy

Can’t lie you steal so much shit from the boy he literally has an empty wardrobe

You help dye his hair red when his roots start to blacken

He hadn’t expected his friends to try and be your friends, but he spotted Mina stopping you one day

And you both just clicked and before he knew it you were invited to the 1A dorms mostly every day and you spent time together with his friends

It was like you integrated so quickly into the group that nobody had even though you weren’t part of the original

Omfg helping Mina, Denki and Sero revise is the bain of your life but you loved them

But Kirishima would get jealous sometimes at how you adored his friends even Bakugo who would talk to you

A shock to the whole group (I know)

You and Bakugo conversing over how to utilise his quirk, something they hadn’t expected

But the soft smile Kirishima had of how in love he was with you was all that you needed to truly make you happy

“I promised I’d help them tonight.” You whisper sitting on Kirishima’s bed at the dorms, you finally were able to spend time with him after a week of studying but Mina had texted asking help to revise for their upcoming test.

“I haven’t seen you all week.” Kirishima pouted as your head was between his legs, his hands playing with your hair, often gliding up and down the two horns on your forehead.

“I know baby, but i promised.” You whisper you missed the boy as much as he did, but you felt bad for the dimwit of friends you both had.

He signed kissing your temple, “I’ll come and help.”

You smile softly getting up as you took of your UA shirt wanting to wear a hoodie that you would steal from the boy. You tugged it across your chest and his eyes were filled with love.

“How do you expect me to not fucking love you, when you come in looking like that.” He grins grabbing your waist to bring you into a soft kiss.

His mouth felt like heaven against yours and all you wanted was to remain in his arms. But the moment was ruined as quickly as it came, the sound of your phone ringing made both you let go and start to walk down to the communal area.

Holding hands, he’d occasionally kiss the back of your hand. It was a small gesture that made you melt underneath, “so what’s the problem?” You said as soon as Mina and Denki looked at you, their faces rising as if their savour had come or something.

“We don’t get maths.” Mina pouts showing the equations and formulas.

“I’m being replaced with maths.” Kirishima mutters sitting beside you whilst the two idiots looked confused as hell.

You tried to explain it in the best way, but it took a lot longer than you had expected. You were thankful Sero understood a lot more and was studying on his own because with these two it was taking too long. Kirishima just holding onto your thigh as if to make sure you will still with him, he looked tired and you regretted not spending time with him.

Trying your best to quickly wrap up, they for once finally understood and you softly whispered into Kirishima’s ear, “I’m all yours now.”

He smiled his arms instantly clinging onto you, as you both dragged your tired selves to his room. Along the way, Jirio spotted you about to come talk but instead seeing how attached Kirishima was, she refrained knowing you both needed some time for yourselves.

The whole way up, his arms never left you, his body was right against your back. As his lips trailed across your neck, “I love you.” He mutters sleepily.

“I love you too baby.” You whisper back, leaning your head against his shoulder, He wrapped his arms around your waist, loving every inch of you. Nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck to feel even more safe and secure but most of all to just feel you. 

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