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krysmcscience · 7 months ago

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It’s finally done, guys – five whole pages of Narilamb AU comic AND MORE be upon you! (If you have trouble reading any of the text, view the full-size! These pages are huge!)

Yeesh, this took forever. <:)

There’s probably a ton of inconsistencies and anatomy/perspective wonkeries, but this was mostly just comic practice, so Oh Hekkin Well, Lol <:D

(Yes, I am aware the Gateway’s door isn’t present in the Afterlife, and the actual way in is just a pentagram portal. Yes, I put the door in there anyway because Artistic License, i.e. it felt more impactful for there to be a prison door of sorts to walk through to freedom, rather than just a bland boring portal on the ground. 😠)

anyway, i hate backgrounds so much lmao

Alternate ending and a buttload of bonus art under the cut, followed by goofy AU rambles and headcanon stuff:

I’m calling it the Revival AU. It’s not all that creative a title, and someone else has probably used it already, but I am too lazy to really care, LOL

Alternate ending page, which you will Definitely need to view the full-size for, Whoopsie Daisy:

The alternate ending was actually the first ending I finished things off with, because I had a brief badbrain moment where I forgot the emotional beat I initially wanted the comic to end on, and I tend to write comedy, anyway. I later remembered and drew out the proper ending, but I preserved and finished this one, too, because it still makes me giggle.

They had to go back for the followers off-screen in the AU’s real ending. And by ‘they’ I mean just the Lamb, because they weren’t about to ask three newly freed cats to go back into what used to be their prison. The Lamb DID spend some time watching Narinder and the bois enjoying the outdoors first, though:

In other news, here’s the Lamb and me making fun of my anatomy-drawing ‘skills’:

Meanwhile, if you’re wondering why the Lamb is just a-okay with how things went down vis a vis Their Murder, this bonus comic should answer at least some of your questions:

Ah, yes, also this is how they get engaged outside of the alternate ending. Forgot to mention that bit. XD (I already refuse to believe that Narinder is capable of flirting normally, so why would his initial marriage proposal be any better???)

Oh, and before any of them get a chance to actually head back to the cult grounds, there is one potential problem:

And by ‘problem’ I mean something Narinder intends to ignore for At Minimum a thousand years. Cuz he’s a petty bitch like that. :D

what do you mean i drew the lamb too tall compared to the background? clearly they’re standing on top of baal and aym lmao, why else would you think those two aren’t in this one??? (aym and baal got way too excited about finally being outside, you see, and their silly modes are nothing to sneeze at)

And, speaking of heading back to the cult grounds, I’m sure y’all would love to know how the Lamb’s followers felt about the brand new change in management:

It all went better than expected. <:D Tiny ramble now, feel free to skip down to the next comic.

Before you ask, no, the Lamb does not have any actual powers anymore, other than the immortality Narinder definitely grants them. The Red Crown just thinks it’s funny to suggest otherwise, and Narinder does nothing to discourage this. Also, the Lamb and Narinder aren’t actually married here yet, but, uh. Pretty safe to say that particular ritual directly follows the events of this comic. XD

Given how quickly he mellows out in canon, Narinder probably chills out a lot in this AU once he’s in charge of the cult, too, if only because 1.) He’s finally free, and 2.) He’s equally smitten with and distracted by the Lamb. He’s definitely in charge at least 95% of the time, though, because the Lamb never actually wanted to be a cult leader and, now that their time as a vessel is done, they just want to be a normal(ish) sheep who’s wholly devoted to their hot new divine husband.

Some followers do still have some valid concerns about these two being together, though, which I’m sure at least a few of you might share…

Unfortunately for any such concerns, the Lamb is a bonafide masochist in this AU. :D

They’re also 100% a sub, obviously

Anyone at all: Your relationship is problematic and potentially toxic

The Lamb: fuck yeah it is, it’s so hot~ OuO

Here’s just the last panel, made transparent for whatever nefarious purposes y’all might have for it:

Additional exchange Narinder and the Lamb have at some point, probably after the Lamb does a fatal whoopsie while out on a mission trip or in response to things getting a little too sadistic in the bedroom, ahaha:

Look, there is a very important distinction between life and death, and if you don’t understand that, then you’re probably not worthy of being the God of Death, anyway. (At least, according to Narinder, and ONLY Narinder.)

Last but not least, have these shittens:

~Such creative naming conventions I have utilized, lololol~ :D Anyway, there's a few deets on them in the rambles down below.

The rest is all ramble, so before I get to that, I’ll just say – likes and especially reblogs are very much appreciated!!! :D If you happen to really really REALLY like my stuff, meanwhile, I do have a link in my bio to my ko-fi page, where I’m accepting commissions and donations if you’re especially generous… ÓuÒ

Now, BE FREE IF YOU AIN’T DOWN FOR READING MY GOOFY RAMBLES

First ramble is re: Baal’s question of ‘Did it really work?’, since I didn’t feel like expanding on it in the comic proper, and it’s arguably pretty vague? He doesn’t ask because he doubts Narinder or his capabilities, exactly, but because neither Baal nor Aym have ever actually seen their god at full power before (he’s still technically not at full power here, either). It’s not expressly stated how soon the brothers were brought to Narinder after his imprisonment, but whether it was early on or after a length of time for Shamura to (somewhat) recover from his attack, he must have already been weakened, since I have no doubts that there was a huge battle that accompanied the Bishops working together to trap him. So, between that fight with all four of his siblings, sharing his power with a variety of vessels over time, and being chained immobile for a thousand years, he must have been severely weakened by the time he lent the Red Crown out to the Lamb, which would have only weakened him further.

I like to think this is how the Lamb is able to defeat him if they refuse to be sacrificed, despite how it took all four Bishops working together to subdue and chain Narinder in the first place.

All that aside, the three cats have been trapped in the Afterlife for so long that Baal also wanted verbal reassurance that they are all, indeed, actually able to leave it now – something that I headcanon isn’t possible without a significant amount of power (i.e. the Red Crown’s cooperation with its bearer/vessel).

(On a semi-related note, I don’t headcanon Aym and Baal as twins. I like sweetheart big bro Baal and snarky little goth bro Aym too much to have them be that close in age.)

Ah, teeny thing: If you noticed I switched up the art style for Narinder on the second page, that was intentional. It's sort of a visual indicator that there has been a Big Change for him - that being, how much power he has after sacrificing the Lamb. As for why I changed up his arms in the grass rollin' pic, I don't really subscribe to the notion that his arms are spooky bones because they're horrifically injured (beyond chain-chafing scars, that is), but rather just because he's the Bishop of Death, so he can change how normal-to-spooky they look at will. At some point I might doodle out how I imagine his appearance to range between least to most eldritch... 🤔

Next ramble, regarding Narinder’s feelings towards the Lamb...he was initially too focused on being freed from his imprisonment to form any real attachment to them. They were a tool for his use, first and foremost, but he did notice their intense devotion towards him. It was impossible not to notice, because the Lamb was always very happy to see him, even if it was because they died during a crusade (yet again). He wasn’t originally planning to revive them once he was freed, either, because he saw no real point to it – after all, they were already dead when they first met him, just as any other mortal would be when meeting him in the Afterlife, so death has very little real consequence in his eyes. But, once the chains were off, and it really sank in that he stood to lose the most devoted follower he’s ever had, he decided…why put their soul to rest for good or leave them stuck in the Afterlife when he could just as easily revive them again? And why not reward them for their hard work, anyway? Not only would it cost him nothing by comparison, but the future devotion that could come of it would surely make up for his (bare minimum) effort in reviving them.

He wasn’t expecting to get a full dose of that devotion and a smiling face so soon after killing them, though~ :3c (because the Lamb is a bonafide freak, and not-so-secretly into the fucked up power dynamics going on here, lol)

I should mention here that I am firmly of the belief that any non-god/vessel who crosses through the Gateway and into the Afterlife just straight up dies. So, Aym and Baal? Also straight up dead, from the second Shamura brought them through. Their souls were just never put to rest so that Narinder could have some company – if only according to Shamura. Narinder kept the two around mostly out of bewilderment, because honestly, who are these kittens, and what is Shamura’s game here, anyway??? They never even explained anything, they just tossed these kittens into the Afterlife and LEFT!!! At any rate, Aym and Baal being dead is how I explain why their souls apparently become lost in the void if they’re killed, along with the added complications required to revive the two because of it.

So, with those deets in mind, and given a bit of time, if Narinder hadn’t chosen to revive the Lamb, and also hadn’t chosen to put their soul to rest, they still would have woken up at some point, despite being as straight up dead as Aym and Baal. Who, don’t worry, were also properly revived while Narinder was waiting for the Lamb to wake up. Because I am also firmly of the belief that, first, the dead cannot leave the Afterlife without the use of a ritual/relic (and can't stay in the living world for long regardless), and second, dead followers’ devotion isn’t anywhere near as potent as that of the living, given how much more the living stand to lose.

Final ramble, regarding the Lamb’s feelings towards Narinder, and why they’re so devoted to him…

Well, you don’t spend most of your life on the run with your steadily-dwindling herd, trying to evade the ongoing genocide of your species, without becoming a little fucked up in the head. Maybe a lot fucked up in the head. Life is suffering, so might as well have fun with it, right? Maybe start finding death and pain to be kind of hilarious, even a little bit hot, once everyone you know and love is dead and gone, leaving you all alone? And maybe after that, there’s something comforting in how, despite the cold, cruel uncertainties of life, at least you can always count on the inevitability of death, patiently waiting for you until your very last breath? Who knows. Either way, as soon as the Lamb was killed, and they learned that the literal God of Death was offering them a second chance at life and vengeance via effective immortality, they were 100% ride-or-die-devoted all at once. Turns out death is kinder than life – go figure. (Of course, it helps that Narinder is 100% their type.)

They weren’t put off by Narinder’s thinly-veiled sadism or manipulations, either – they’re not too different in those regards, albeit opting for vastly different methods. It’s a very ‘two sides of the same coin’ sort of deal. In order to stay alive once they were made the last of their kind, the Lamb had no qualms with using others to their advantage, and that did not change once they were revived and expected to run a cult. They didn’t care for the position of authority, though – being a sheep and all, they’re much more of a follower than a leader, and thus greatly appreciated Narinder’s need for control. With how they had to keep on their toes for so long, the Lamb was also pretty good at reading people by the time they died, so they could recognize that a lot of Narinder’s posturing was just that – posturing. Dude’s 95% bluster and only 5% bite. He could obviously be vicious when he wanted or needed to (the Bishops' injuries were clear proof of that), but underneath his outer layer of cruelty was a generous layer of tsundere, and underneath all THAT was a soft squishy middle sibling velcro cat in desperate need of attention and affection.

(Which, for the record, he Did Not feel comfortable getting from Aym and Baal – Narinder still has no idea why the fuck Shamura sent them to him, beyond acting as keepers at best or trying to sabotage his attempts to escape at worst. Which, he thought HE sabotaged in turn, by guiding the kittens into being his devoted disciples instead. He thought he was very clever for it. ‘I outsmarted Shamura!’ he thought, despite that there was never anything there to outsmart. ‘What do you mean, Shamura sent your kittens to me for company?’ he demands of Forneus later. It may or may not lead him to pull Shamura out of Purgatory just so he can shake them and scream about how they should have Fucking Explained that!!!)

But, getting back on track as to why the Lamb was so willing to be sacrificed, I cannot stress this enough – if you pay even a minimal amount of attention to what he’s saying, Narinder is REALLY NOT SUBTLE about his intentions. ‘Death is of little consequence.’ ‘Followers are for you to use to your advantage.’ ‘Sacrifice a follower to absorb more power.’ So, yeah, the Lamb knew exactly what would be expected of them once the other Bishops were dead. They knew Narinder would expect them to die for him one last time. But, after all, death is of little consequence (not to mention hot), so when the time came, they wanted to see him freed, even if it meant oblivion for them in the end.

He’d given them a second life, and the ability to avenge their kin, and they felt indebted to him for that – so, while they were still pretty glum about the possibility that they might not get to see him free of his chains, nothing beyond their devotion and debt to him mattered. They never wanted all the drama and expectations that came with the Red Crown’s power, anyway, so, better for Narinder to have it back so that he could deal with it. What he did with the Lamb afterward would be up to him, and seeing as he was their god, they’d accept his decision gladly.

Were they in love with him by that point? Oh, obsessively so, but only in the devotional sense – romance was nowhere on their mind nor radar. That is, until he unexpectedly revived them again, told them he still needed them, and then offered down his hand to help them up.

The Lamb fell HARD for him in that moment. :3c

And now, a tiny shitten ramble. Lu and Li are twins, because sheep tend to have those a lot, and are conceived not long after the Lamb and Narinder’s marriage ceremony. Lu is the minutes older one, but Li is much more mature. I have put no further thought into these two, other than that they are utter menaces, birthed by the Lamb, cling hard to both their parents but especially Narinder (who spoils them rotten), and they are both genderfluid, using whichever pronouns/names they feel like at any given time. They are also both intersex, same as the Lamb, who was initially infertile up until Something Something Vague Magic, which I have also put no further thought into ¯\_(シ)_/¯

oh, and before anyone tries to suggest i headcanon this AU’s lamb as trending more female due to them giving birth or whatever, no, no, a thousand times no, they might have a vag, but they've also got a dick, and even if it's not as big as they'd like, they still know how to use it

Finally, the very tentative name for the Lamb in this AU is Yazdi, which is really just another name for the Baluchi breed of sheep XD (Not that the Lamb is this specific breed, I just didn’t like any of the other sheep-related names I found, ahaha...)

THAT’S ALL FOR NOW (collapses into an exhausted pile of goopy limbs)

#fanart #comics #cult of the lamb #cotl #narilamb #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #cotl shitten #cotl mystic seller #cotl aym #cotl baal #aym and baal #this is why i have been especially quiet lately XD #even just the bonus stuff took several days to finish because i don't know the meaning of DOODLE anymore apparently #everything must be fully inked and colored with backgrounds I Fukken Guess #at least using medibang's sumi brush keeps me from focusing on making my lines perfect :\#and yeah i copy-pasta'd a lot of my own backgrounds don't at me bro #if you're on desktop and want to full view but don't know how: right click the image - open in new tab - zoom in as needed :)#feel free to ask questions about the AU if you want - but uh - this is basically the extent to which i've thought it through LOL #edit: oh right - aym and baal really out there assuming narinder already put the lamb's soul to rest so the body's just fodder now lmao #last edit i hope: fixed the transparent cult certified freak image 8|#nope - one more edit: there is one (1) loophole for how living mortals can be in the afterlife without dying #that loophole is currently narinder XD #'sorry universe but the god of death says i can be in here so back off with your rules and regulations'

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momochanners · 8 months ago

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I know Barbarians assert dominance on the battlefield by aggressively getting in everyone's faces with their presence, but (un)intentional panty shots was not what I had in mind XD;;

But then again, Senshi Delicious In Dungeon does that too in the manga/anime, so maybe it's a dwarven warrior cultural thing...?

Turns out that it's a bug Larian fixed recently, so my Barb!Tav's modesty is preserved…perhaps to Gale's disappointment? 🤭

Thank you to my patrons for their support and encouragement, making this comic and many other of my creative creations possible :D

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #shadowheart #gale dekarios #dwarf tav #bg3 mc irona #comics

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goldensadnessdolphin · 18 days ago

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I whittled again! Mostly small things to get back into it. I cut a few 1x1x2 inch blocks following the Linker series. Only to then notice that my knife is big enough to make it a bit of a hassle, but we lived through it (　＾▽＾)

In chronological order:

The Linker bear. Needed something relatively simple to get back into whittling and if anyone asks, he was meant to be an amputee. I was kind of frustrated at the time due to the aforementioned problems, but he's really grown on me.

Tiny Nijntje/Miffy, whom I whittled for a friend I met for the first time this year! The photo is from my friend, as I forgot to take one before gifting it xD

A bit more complex here, the Conductor from A Hat In Time. Technically not fully finished, as I still want to add the gold trim to the hat, but I'd need a fine gold pen and so that'll probably be a next year thing. Whittled for another friend, gotta see when I meet them to gift it ( *・ω・)ノ

Don't recognize this guy? Then you obviously haven't seen @comicaurora 's latest Journey to the West. This is Sun Wukong, disguised as a messenger demon, delighted at his plan working. That drawing and the one of Jupiter's Rival being surprised that Sun Wukong has the same artifact absolutely sent me! I had to stop the video both times because I was laughing so hard xD

This was probably the most technically challenging whittle of all of them. My knife is curved, so v-cuts are weird and because it's also quite wide, the space between the horns needed some creative solutions. Painting was also kinda weird, since it's really hard to give a 3D object outlines that look decent from more than exactly one angle. I'm still quite happy with him though ( ´^ω^)

I still have quite a few small blocks to get through, we'll see what I'll do with those. These were all basswood, which is nice to carve. I also have bigger blocks of cherry and that is still quite a challenge for my noodly wrists xD

#art #physical art #whittling #sculpture #nijntje #miffy #miffy the rabbit #conductor #conductor ahit #a hat in time #ahit #sun wukong #osp #journey to the west #my art

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tealvenetianmask · 2 months ago

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Inevitable Social Class Take/Why Ghostfuckers Solidified My Need for Blitz to Be "Just an Imp"

There's been discourse since . . . before I ever watched Helluva Boss, on whether Blitz might be half or one quarter incubus, based on a family portrait where his mother, Tilla, looks unusually tall, and her horns lack the thin white stripes usually seen on female imp horns, making them look more like succubus horns. After Ghostfuckers, where Tilla appeared with the stripes on her horns, people are saying that the theory is unlikely. I say GOOD.

Now, let me solidify before I get into this that it's not that I think hybrid imps in Hell aren't also looked down on or treated like shit (look at Striker and the number Hell's society has done on him). It's that Blitz being an incubus hybrid would suggest that he has magical powers of a sort, and that takes away a bit from what I think is so awesome about him.

He has no powers. Only his skill, creativity, spontaneity, optimism, intelligence, and heart. What he does, and what he is at his core, utterly disproves Hell's prejudices about imps and their "purpose."

In the flashback to the time when Blitz and Millie met, Millie flat-out refuses to believe that Blitz works for himself. Because imps work for demons higher in Hell's hierarchy-- it's how the society works.

Blitz could so easily present himself as an exception here (special parentage or no), but instead he presents his worldview as an alternative to what he and Millie have both been taught. Essentially: I can do it. So WE can do it. SO LET'S CHANGE OUR WORLD.

Later, he gives Millie a pep talk that solidifies this worthiness idea.

The idea is really deeply ingrained . . . yikes. But Blitz will have none of it.

And that's what makes him special. Not that he's better than anyone else. The way that he can see beyond prescribed roles and defy society's expectations. And help others see themselves as worthy of doing this too!

Also. ALSO Blitz says he's as fuckable and business savy as any succubus. Which one COULD argue means he's similar to them or has some of their powers. OR it's essentially "I can do what they do without their powers hahaha FUCK LIMITATIONS." (The second is the more empowering option in my opinion.)

He's breaking down society's prejudices one imp assassin at a time! Would this be possible if Blitz were a hybrid and had special powers? Sure. But I definitely think it's more powerful FOR MILLIE without that. If Blitz can be this capable and confident, so can she.

Okay-- that brings us to the final confrontation with Rolando. This guy seems to really buy into Hell's typical attitude toward imps.

Thematically, he's throwing the typical prejudices at them and using his "higher demon" powers to intimidate and seemingly easily defeat them.x

But what defeats him?

Millie's confidence that Blitz inspired, that she believes at her very core, even if she still carries some insecurities.

And Blitz . . . well . . . thinking outside the box and dropping the vacuum cleaner ghostsucker thing in the pool.

Rolando gives Blitz a look like "nice display of confidence- you've got nothing."

And Blitz notices something he can use . . .

And frankly obliterates the guy.

So what's the antidote to the racism and social class issues in Hell? Well they'll probably be around for some time, just like the ones in our society. But they can be challenged for now by the gang just being their fantastic selves- Millie being strong and self-assured, and Blitz being innovative in the moment. And Loona and Moxxie doing SOMETHING when they come back into action. xD

And all of them believing that they're worthy.

#I.M.P.#My helluva meta #my unpopular opinions?#blitzo buckzo #blitzo #blitz #millie #helluva millie #helluva boss #ghostfuckers #ghostfuckers spoilers

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solxamber · 21 days ago

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I'm not sure how many of those Holiday Event asks you've got up to this point.. yet it's still worth giving it a try..! ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )

Could you do Diasomnia with prompt no. 2 genre comedy, maybe some fluff?

[I can't stop imaging: Malleus acidentally knocking over the flour causing him to be wholly covered in it XD]

If you're gotten many reguest for the Holiday Event, you don't have to do this one ❤ Thank you in advance!

Great Kitchen Rescue || Silver

For the Holiday Event! || Theme: Cooking/Baking together ; Genre: Comedy with Fluff

When Lilia announced he’d be making dinner, your survival instincts kicked in.

“Lilia, why don’t Silver and I take over tonight? You’ve been working so hard recently,” you said, voice dripping with a desperation you hoped he wouldn’t notice.

Lilia looked at you suspiciously, holding a jar of something pink and faintly glowing. “Are you sure? I had a very special recipe planned.”

“That’s what we’re afraid of,” you muttered under your breath before grabbing Silver and marching into the kitchen.

The plan was simple: you’d cook, and Silver would handle anything that needed minimal effort. You assigned him the stew. Stirring couldn’t go wrong, right?

Wrong.

You were just rinsing the rice when you heard a suspicious “thud.” Spinning around, you found Silver listing dangerously over the pot, eyes half-closed.

“Silver! Are you falling asleep?!” you shrieked, lunging across the kitchen to grab him.

“Mm… no…” he mumbled, head bobbing dangerously closer to the bubbling stew.

“Yes, you are! Get up before you become the main course!” You yanked him upright with a strength you didn’t know you had.

Silver blinked at you, a lazy smile on his face. “You’re really good at catching people, you know that?”

“Stop flirting and stay conscious!”

You wedged him between the counter and the fridge for support, and he obediently leaned back, eyes drooping again. You gave up. Fine. You’d cook everything yourself if it meant saving everyone from accidental cannibalism.

After a heroic struggle, the meal was finally ready. You carried the dishes to the dining room with Silver trailing behind, yawning like he’d just run a marathon.

Malleus took a bite of the stew and gave a thoughtful nod. “This is... remarkable. Thank you for sparing us from culinary experiments.”

Lilia looked deeply offended. “My cooking isn’t that bad!”

You raised an eyebrow. “Last week you made ‘salmon surprise.’ The surprise was that it was purple.”

Lilia waved a dismissive hand. “That’s creativity.”

Silver, now fully awake after eating, leaned over and whispered, “You really did save us all. Especially me. Thanks.”

You glanced at him, thinking about how close you’d come to serving up a “Silver stew” special. “Anytime. Just promise me you’ll never cook unsupervised again.”

Lilia stood suddenly, clapping his hands. “This inspires me to bake dessert!”

You and Silver exchanged a look of pure horror.

“NO!” you, Silver, Sebek, and Malleus shouted in unison, with Sebek clutching his bowl protectively like his life depended on it.

Lilia just laughed. “Haha! You're all no fun!”

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#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twst silver x reader #silver x reader #silver twst #twst silver

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linked-maze · 5 months ago

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How did you come up with World's design? To me, he seems like the most 'not looking like a traditional Link'(if that makes any sense), which is fine of course!

I really like his hair and I absolutely love the creativity in all of your Link designs!:)

some early sketches of Worlds design had him like this! i noticed that his hair was very orange in the hue so I just went with that XD its cute! but I wasn’t a fan of the green- and Hyrule was already rocking the green and brown colors in my opinion so I went with blue!

and i was a big fan of the blue tunic he gets in the game! i think it Reduces damage taken maybe? i don't remember XD but not that recently I added a golden cape to him! its not in the game but he looks pretty cool right? ;D matches the golden upgraded master sword and the bracelet!

oh and the yellow kinda makes an opposite color with Ravio! and then there is his favourite golden snack XD honey!

#inbox #linked maze #linkedmaze #lm world

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whyoneartheven · 2 months ago

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you’ll be pleased to learn that the first thing I did upon seeing this glorious masterpiece was sing it

"to the docs we go" i say, intending to write

"to the DOCKS we go" says the eighteenth-century sailor lad who lives in my head

i nod in assent. he is clearly wiser than i. to the docks we go

#Granted I lost the tune I’d created in my head about halfway through #and it was too high for my voice anyway #but this song IS AMAZING #IT HAS SUCH A RING #i nominate it as your new theme song #Tbh it really fits a lot of things actually???#like #One could use the docks as a metaphor for daydreaming or scrumbling (scrolling through tumblr) or so many other things #and it so accurately describes my own creative process???#which is basically that every time I try to write something substantial #I end up down a rabbit hole of details I had not thought of or could not figure out #And never get anywhere #one could say #i went down to the docks of my imagination #and set sail upon the sea of perfectionism #XDDDD #anyways #I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH AND IF YOU SET IT TO MUSIC I MUST KNOW #i can barely read music notes but I shall try nevertheless to pick it out on my piano XD #Evie rambles

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potatomountain · 3 months ago

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Like Cats And Dogs

Pairing: Kitty hybrid!PSH x rich!fem reader x dog hybrid Johnny Suh Summary: To save some face, your parents "gift" you a hybrid to potentially breed with him- despite the fact you were an avid protestor of hybrid ownership and experimentation. With the help of a stranger turned friend, a human passing hybrid, you learn all about hybrids in a new light. How to take care of them, and how they can take care of you WC: 6.4k AU: Hybrid Genre: fluff, smut Warning(s): 18+ rating, verbal mxm, verbal mxfxm, breeding kink, possessive hwa! jealous hwa! guided sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, fingering, breast play, hint of choking, manhandling, heat/rut, masturbation, praise kink, penetration with no barriers, phone sex, virgin/first time Hwa! Nets: @pirateeznet | @mirohs-aurora-society AN: Happy birthday to @flurrys-creativity ! i hope you enjoy this very much (and i hope I did Johnny justice!) and im glad i got to use this old kitty!hwa idea after having it on the backburner for so long! unedited, barely betaed, we go all in first time all the time xD dividers and Banner by me!

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“You’re kidding right?” You glared over at your parents, lips pulled back in a bit of a snarl before you once more looked at their “gift”: a male cat hybrid, and a pretty one at that.

You were against the whole Hybrid concept to begin with, something your parents were well aware of, but they were all for hybrids; and tired of your lack of interest in starting a family of your own, let alone dating. Hybrids weren’t that new of a thing, as they were already a small portion of the population when you were born, but despite being needed for humanity’s growth and longevity, they were treated as pets even now.

This one was no different, black ears flat against his head and black tail wrapped around his thigh giving away how nervous and frightened he was, the collar around his neck like an elephant in the room. You didn’t blame him, after all he was being gifted to you with the purpose of impregnating you.

That just pissed you off more. “I’m not using him as a breeding tool-”

“Sweetie he can be anything you want him to be.” Your mother protested, reaching a perfectly manicured hand out to touch your arm but you pulled back.

“Then how about free huh?” There weren’t many hybrids that were their own owners, you knew that, but that was the cat’s problem not yours. At least- it should be, but with the way the hybrid trembled behind your parents tugged at your heart.

Your father shook his head. “Even if you give him his rights, what then Princess? He can be yours or he goes back to the shelter-”

You hissed, brushing the idea to the side. “Fine, I’ll take him-” You fixed both of your parents with as menacing a glare as you could manage, “-but I’m not using him to get pregnant, no matter how much you two want grandkids.”

When they shared a look, you lifted a brow questioningly. “That is why you are insisting on a hybrid to knock me up... right?” Mixed children weren’t rare, just uncommon, and had two possible outcomes: either they came out with human features and were treated as such, even if they had a mating cycle- or they came out with the animal characteristics and either would live their life with their parents or end up in a shelter.

The fact your parents, who both had heavy hands in the Hybrid business, wanted you to breed with a hybrid despite pushing your elder brother into an arranged marriage was beyond you- they would treat any hybrid children no different than the one behind them: like a toy.

“It’ll look good for the company too.” Your father added on after much consideration and it dawned on you- this was also a marketing ploy. You weren’t the only one who detested how hybrids were treated, and for those around your age and a bit younger there were plenty of activists fighting for a bit more rights for the animal mixes. On occasion you had been one, joining up with some of your friends until you were recognized because of your parents: two individuals that were detested by the Hybrid activists.

And it was probably affecting their company and reputation now. So what better way to combat how much they hate hybrids than to so wholeheartedly welcome hybrid grandchildren?

You stepped back from your parents, crossing your arms over your chest. “If you want to look good for the company then start treating Hybrids better. Especially if you are wanting Hybrid grandchildren. I’ll keep the boy, but unless you shape up the company and your own image, then I won’t even consider it.”

Not that you actually ever would but if it got your parents to be nicer and give them a change of heart- then you were all for using it as an incentive.

They seemed to brighten at that, nodding before they turned to your new “pet”. “His name is Seonghwa, He’s all yours now sweetie. Use him well.” Your mother winked back at you as she passed the man while your father patted his back and nudged him in your direction.

You glared at their backs until they were gone and you heard the door auto lock, only then relaxing your shoulders and turning to your new responsibility. “You can speak, I’m not going to treat you like them or the shelter.” Sighing you took a better look at him. He was tall, taller than your father had been. It was hard to determine age with Hybrids, they grew up faster than humans and stayed looking youthful long after humans would start getting laugh lines and crow's feet.

As you scrutinized his appearance from head to toe, he seemed to do the same with wide eyes, still frightened. As if deeming your words true, his tail unlatched from his thigh but his hands were still gripping the oversized sweater he was wearing. “What am I to call you by?”

Quickly you gave your name. “But you can call me whatever makes you comfortable, and I’ll refer to you as whatever you wish as well.” Uncrossing your arms you half turned to head further into your home as you had met your parents at the door when they had called just seconds before their unexpected visit. “I’ll show you around the house. I might be your owner now but I don’t expect you to do anything for me okay?”

“Then what... am I supposed to do?” He hurriedly followed after you, tail flickering behind him.

Shrugging, you glanced back at him with a half smile. “Whatever you want.”

He nodded softly, listening intently as you showed him each room until you stopped in the spare room you had for friends. The house was from your parents and it was a little big for just you and had thought about getting a roommate or something but preferred your space too much. You supposed that Seonghwa wasn’t going to be a bother at all, if anything you would probably have to force him to take up space and live as more than a pet.

He seemed skeptical about your statement, but had just nodded as he stepped into the room, which even with the Queen bed still looked huge and yet this was one of the smaller rooms in the house. “This is... for me?”

“Yep. It’s just a bed and I have some clothes friends of mine have left over- use any of them for now. We can head to the store tomorrow and get you more clothes and hygiene products, stock up on food you like, get you a few things for the room... does that sound okay?” You turned to him with a tilt of your head, admiring the pure awe of his expression as he stared at the bed, nodding slowly as if he barely processed what you said. “Seonghwa?”

“Hm?” His head snapped in your direction, ears perked and on alert. “Y-Yes?”

“Is that okay? You’ll be picking out anything you want, and I don’t want you feeling as if you need to repay me-”

“But why? That’s not how things should be right? I should have what you want, n-not-”

“And I want you to have the things you like. Don’t consider me your owner, more like a caretaker and roommate okay?” You offered an easygoing smile to try and ease his nerves a bit. “Let’s get along and make this a home for you.”

Cheeks pink, he nodded slowly, eyes boring into yours. “H-home. Make this home.”

You nodded. "Mhmm, some place comfy and cozy and just for you. No one is going to take it away." You encouraged, keeping your gaze locked on him. Even with as beautiful as he was, you only saw a frightened man, or animal, who had never been treated as an equal or with respect. At least, that's what you assumed. To have come from a shelter, and forced into being a gift for a stranger, you could only imagine how he feels right now.

He opened his mouth to speak, only for a loud grumble to interrupt him. Unsure if it had been your stomach or his, or both, you laughed. "I'll go make something to eat. Why don't you make yourself comfortable and get acquainted with the room?" Only when he agreed did you leave him alone, keeping the door open so he didn't feel caged.

Alone in the kitchen however you were at a loss... really, how did you just end up taking full responsibility for a Hybrid? Was this really a good idea?

Whether it was or not, this was the path you chose.

~~~

Shopping was a nightmare. Not only did you know little about hybrid’s despite the basics, but you knew so little about men as well. And Seonghwa apparently knew less.

Had it been two hours the two of you had stood in a men’s store looking at clothes? And all you had to account for it was one outfit.

You kept insisting he choose what he likes, just for him to browse the items like they were glass, then look up at you confused with nothing chosen. You wished you had someone to call for help, but your family would just tell you to pick whatever and your acquaintances would berate you for having a hybrid, so neither was an option.

With a heavy sigh, your shoulders sagged in defeat. “This is going no where.”

Ears flat on his head, Seonghwa watched you with growing worry. “I’m sorry… I just-” “Don’t apologize Seonghwa, I know.” Pinching the bridge of your nose you glanced around to see if there was anyone around, maybe a worker, that could help instead.

Luck would have it that someone was already watching you with a bit of concern. When you locked eyes on the tall stranger, you smiled with some relief. “Excuse me, I’m sorry to ask but could you help us a little?” He nodded, moving around the rack of clothes to stand next to you and Seonghwa. He was even taller than the hybrid, even slouching with his hands in the cardigan. “I sure can. You both look really lost. First time shopping for him?” You nodded sheepishly. “First time shopping for a man in general so, lost definitely fits this situation. This is Seonghwa and-” Seonghwa mumbled out your name in warning, much closer to you than he had been a moment ago. The stranger just smiled wider. “My name’s Johnny, I’m not going to harm either of you, promise. No matter how cute you two are.” His tone shifted to soothe Seonghwa, who you now realized was frightened of the man.

“Hey, it’s okay, promise.” Since he seemed to trust you, even just a little, you reached out and took his hand in yours. The hybrid jumped, wide eyes now on you in confusion. “We’ll take it slow. Would you like to hold onto me? Does that make you feel more safe?” The quick nod Seonghwa gave surprised you, especially since you had known each other for a day. Given the circumstances though, you supposed you understood why.

Johnny observed the interaction with a soft smile. “It if helps, one of my parents is a hybrid, so I’m not fully human.” He whispered, bringing a finger to his lips. “Some of my siblings are as well so I have experience with this.” He stretched his joined hands in front of him, pushing out the fingers in a stretch before rolling back on his feet. “I’ll take care of you both, safely.”

He had been true to his word, despite the clothing shopping taking another hour or two at least. He was patient for it all, helping you take the many bags to your car and then offering to have a meal and chat.

By then Seonghwa seemed less apprehensive, but he still watched him with a skittish look in his eyes. To be fair, Seonghwa watched you with the same look, even if he was attached to your arm. Ever since you allowed him to latch on when he wanted, it seemed to be the only thing he did without further prompt, constantly latching onto your hand or arm, or holding the back of your shirt as he walked behind you.

You thought it was adorable and endearing, and so did your newest acquaintance.

Who was quickly turning into a friend. He was easy-going, laid back, and patient: with both you and Seonghwa. You relented that you knew little about hybrids, usually avoiding them because you didn’t like how they were treated- how your parents treated them, but you seemed even more helpless because Seonghwa was definitely a man. He was all too happy to help, telling you about his siblings and father who was a hybrid, what worked for them. He gave you his number and prompted you to reach out anytime you needed anything, even if it was just to keep you two company.

Taking care of Seonghwa didn’t seem like such a daunting task with Johnny’s help, and he continued to help for weeks to come. In fact, he was over quite a lot.

You met his youngest siblings, the hybrids, and learned Johnny was a dog hybrid: in particular Anatolian Shepherd. While Seonghwa thrived with the younger ones over the weeks, it was his relationship with Johnny that brought liveliness to your home.

“He did it again!” Seonghwa huffed from one side of the living room, pointing an accusing finger over at Johnny who had a nonchalant grin on his face.

On the coffee table was the current Lego set Seonghwa had been building, which he was also huffy about because Johnny had started ‘helping’ him build. The cat had his ears twitching in agitation, fangs on display as he hissed at Johnny, but it was how lax his tail was you knew there was no serious threat.

You tried not to laugh, seeing them argue like cats and dogs. Seonghwa liked his growing hobbies, most of them introduced by Johnny or yourself, while the others had peaked his interest from an advertisement. Months it had taken him to open up, so you enjoyed the fact he would bicker. Or we'll, in this case “tattle”.

And Johnny’s nonchalance, the slightest pout growing on his features since Seonghwa rejected his attention once more, was also enjoyable. “I just want to build with you.” Seonghwa whined, pleading gaze on you as you did laugh a bit. “Don’t laugh! Do something!” He moved around the table and got on his knees before you, resting his hands on your knees, then his chin on his hands. This was something new he had started doing, begging- but you continued to give in.

“What do you want me to do Hwa? Ban Johnny from the house?”

“Yes!” “Hey!” Johnny protested the same time Seonghwa replied exasperatedly. “I got you this set though!” “Nuh uh! You got me the add on! She got me the set!” “So! I contributed!” Johnny huffed, suddenly getting on his knees and mimicking Seonghwa’s stance, nudging him aside to take up your left knee.

Seonghwa immediately hissed and started pushing him away roughly. “This is my spot!” Between the two of them, Johnny was still the taller and stronger one, but that didn’t stop Seonghwa from attempting to push him around. Most of the time Johnny just laughed and took it, or pouted. He wanted to get along with Seonghwa, but you thought they already did.

Of course Johnny didn’t know how antsy Seonghwa would get when it’s been a few days since his last visit. He didn’t know that Seonghwa would get even more clingy the longer the other man was away, or how he’d ask about when he would come over again.

“So I know how much peace I have left!” He would protest once you’d tease him for missing him.

It was adorable, especially since Seonghwa didn’t try to hide his affection for you. The morning cuddles where he nuzzled your stomach and made it hard to get out of bed. How he would steal some of your dirty shirts to hide in his bed so it smelled more like you (in which you always scolded him for). How eager he was to learn to cook just so he could make you breakfast- which watching Johnny teach him was a bonus on top of that. Johnny assured you these were normal behaviors for a cat hybrid when they liked their owner, their “human”, but there were times you got flustered. That was something Johnny told you to avoid, unless you wanted to deal with Seonghwa in a rut. Which you wanted to avoid, considering your parent’s intentions for Seonghwa. You couldn’t see the cute kitty in that way really anyways, he was too adorable.

At the sound of your name, you blinked back to reality to see Seonghwa pouting up at you again. “Please make him go away!” “Sorry Hwa, I like having Johnny around.” You might also have a growing crush on the man as well.

Frustrated, Seonghwa turned to Johnny again and pushed once more, finding the strength to catch him off guard so he fell back- and knocked your iced coffee out of your hand and onto him.

Seonghwa let out a little cry, moving to protect his legos from the coffee but the damage was already done and it was all on Johnny. You moved to pick up the mason jar, setting it aside while rambling apologies though Johnny was laughing.

“It’s okay, it’s just on my shirt.” He pushed himself up and pulled his shirt off before you were even a few steps away to get a towel. “I’m fine, he just hates me, is all.”

Seonghwa was still perched by the table, his body language shifting to one of guilt as he kept his eyes on the ground now. He didn’t deny Johnny’s words, but you knew differently, ready to deny them for Seonghwa though you were struggling to find your brain.

Had Johnny always been so toned? Well, not like you had ever seen him shirtless. Mouth too dry to speak, you just went and got two towels: one damp and one dry. He was still shirtless when you returned, using the shirt to wipe up the coffee on your hardwood floor. “Don’t worry about that.” You finally squeaked out, grabbing his shirt from him with much effort.

“Sweetheart, it’s fine-” The use of the nickname had you tensing up a bit, far too aware of him suddenly. Oh this was not good. “You can use one of Hwa’s shirts.” You turned away from him to look for the hybrid, but he wasn’t there. He did that sometimes, went quiet and left the room when he felt overwhelmed, but you usually still notice.

Were you so out of it you didn’t? “I have my hoodie, I don’t want to make myself more unwelcome.” “That’s not-” Immediately you protested but Johnny was already up and cleaning himself off. Your protests died in your throat, taking note of some of the coffee running over the ridges of his abs. What if you just licked it off? Whoa whoa whoa. Where was this coming from?

Johnny chuckled at your expression, reaching down and ruffling your hair. “Might want to get your hormones under control, you smell really sweet right now. I’ll come back after a few days, and I’ll bring you a fresh coffee, promise.”

Your hormones? Ah maybe that was it, probably ovulating. It was still embarrassing to be called out like this. “S-sure. But you aren’t unwelcome Johnny, I promise. He’s really open with you.” He shrugged, tossing the towels down onto the shirt. “Maybe… might just be because I’m another male.” It seemed like he wasn’t too upset over it, making his way over to the chair with his bag and hoodie and pulling them on. “I’ll see you later Sweetheart, don’t worry that pretty little head. I’m not upset, just worried about him.” You thought it was sweet of him, deciding to trust him and let him go. He was usually right when it came to Seonghwa, quite observant despite acting aloof and playful most of the time. After he left a moment later, you finished cleaning up the coffee spill and started a load of laundry to wash his shirt. Once that was done, you headed for Seonghwa’s room and knocked. “Seonghwa, we need to talk.” Silence.

You knocked again. “I mean it. That was not very nice of you to do to your friend. I’ll let you sulk in here for a bit but we are going to call him later and you’re going to apologize. Do you understand?” More silence.

Trying the doorknob you found it locked which shocked you. He had never locked the door, even though you had given him permission to do so when he wanted alone time. Even when he stayed in there for hours he would still leave it unlocked, and would still answer if you knocked.

Concerned more than anything, you debated on getting the master key to get in, only to stop that train of thought. This was the first time he locked the door, and while it was out of character for him, you had given him permission. How would it look if you immediately took that away from him like that?

So you left him be.

You tried again at dinner time. Then before you headed for bed. He didn’t answer either time, nor was the door unlocked.

Now laying in bed, staring at the ceiling in the dark, you were far too worried to sleep. Should you call Johnny? Is there a parenting book on this? What if he wasn’t in his room at all? The thought had you sitting up quickly, just to gasp out at the sight of a figure in your doorway. With the small stream of light through your curtains you could make out Seonghwa’s figure- as well as the fact he only seemed to be wearing pants. That didn’t matter, you were just glad he was out of his room and still here. “Hwa? Are you okay Kitty?” He didn’t answer, instead padding softly across your carpet and stopping next to your bed. He hesitated briefly before pulling your blankets down just to climb over your legs. You relaxed, thinking he was seeking comfort, and opened your arms for him. He immediately leaned down, burying his face into the crook of your neck and laying on top of you, legs and arms on either side.

“Are you feeling a bit better?” He shook his head, brushing his nose over your shoulder as his arms slid under you. This was different than usual, did he feel that bad? “Do you want to call Johnny and- Hwa!” You gasped out when his grip tightened at Johnny’s name. “Hwa, sweetie, please talk to me.” He shook his head again, crawling down your body and now rubbing his face in between your breasts. Fighting off the sensations, you squirmed in his hold, warning him again. Finally he looked up at you, feline eyes hooded so you couldn’t make out just how he was looking at you… just that it had a thrill of apprehension running up your spine.

Something was very wrong.

A bit panicked, you grabbed your phone off the nightstand, knowing that it was late and he might not answer but- “I’m calling him.”

You only had the phone unlocked before Seonghwa was pinning your wrists to the bed and hovering over you, lips pulled back to flash his fangs. “No. Look at me.” The way he spat the words out momentarily shocked you, unable to wrap your head around his behavior. He took your immobility as you obeying, the heat of his gaze running down your body as he shifted to sit fully on your thighs and keep you pinned. This was your sweet kitty? He was acting…

He was acting possessive.

Your mind replayed the events of the day to figure out what had sparked this, noting that you had been ogling Johnny to even notice he had left the room. Was that it? The blatant fact you checked out a shirtless man in front of him? But then that meant Seonghwa didn’t see you the way you saw him, which left a pang of guilt in your chest. “Hwa… what are you doing?” At your gentle question he furrowed his brow, running his hands over your arms to your breasts, softly kneading them. “Don’t know. Just… angry and upset.” You bit down on your lip, trying not to let his ministrations get to you, but his thumbs rubbing across your nipples under the fabric was giving away how much you liked the touch. “At me?” He shook his head, so you prompted further, “At Johnny?” That time you couldn’t help the sound you made as he harshly groped your chest in response.

“I don’t… hate him but… don’t want him around you.” He admitted shyly, rubbing your chest soothingly now. He must have thought he hurt you.

You didn’t like that, partly because you wanted to be around Johnny but it also meant things were different. It meant your parents might get what they wanted, and that pissed you off. Especially if Seonghwa kept touching you like this.

“Why?” You decided to question like you didn’t know the answer.

Seonghwa paused his movements to look up at you, so much emotion shadowed on his face your heart stung. “You look at him differently. I want you to look at me like that, but instead you talk to me like you talk to his siblings- they’re kids! I’m not! Aren’t I…” He suddenly pulled your shirt up to expose your torso to him, leaning down so his lips brushed your hardened nipple as he spoke “aren’t I a man too?”

You were definitely fucked. “Hw-ah!” His mouth latched onto you, fangs scraping against your flesh as he tugged on the peak and stared up at you with obvious heat in your eyes.

Trying to keep some sense, you didn’t let any sounds fall from your lips, even as he sucked and his hands moved down your body. They gripped your sleep shorts, yanking them down as he shifted off you to pull them off.

For someone who didn’t know what he was doing, he sure acted like he did. The rough texture of his tongue ran over your breast, flicking the pebbled peak and finally elicited a sound out of you. It just seemed to encourage him more.

While Seonghwa was distracted with your breasts, your hands were free enough to work your phone. You had to be sly, glancing up only briefly to make sure it was unlocked and you were video calling Johnny. Silently you hoped he picked up, but you were also scared he would.

After all, Seonghwa was now pushing your legs apart and kissing down your body, one of his hands back to fondling your breasts, the other hooking your knee over his shoulder.

You heard the call connect just as Seonghwa let out a deep groan. “Smell so sweet- finally I make you smell like this.”

Embarrassment momentarily flooded you but you pushed it aside, glancing up at the phone to prompt it up. The light from the call illuminated your body more, as well as Seonghwa’s head as he kissed past your navel. Johnny looked like he had just laid down for bed, but he was sitting up once he noticed the position you were in.

“H-help? What should I do?” Seonghwa was going to notice anyway, so you call out to Johnny, pleading.

Seonghwa’s head snapped up when Johnny cleared his throat. He sneered, turning his gaze onto you and pulling on one of your nipples. “Why did you call him!” “I am also questioning-” “I can’t get him to stop!” You cut off Johnny, grabbing Seonghwa’s hands when he tried to reach for the phone. “Please just help Johnny?” Seonghwa forgo the phone to instead pin your hands down and stare down at you. Your body reacted, eyes flickering down to see his body bathed in the light. He wasn’t sculpted like Johnny, but he wasn’t unattractive. You visibly swallowed at the tent in his pajama pants, eyes going wide. “I don’t know how I can help you sweetheart, looks like he’s getting his first rut.”

“No shit sherlock! But you know I didn’t-” Your words were cut off as Seonghwa pushed his pants down, paying attention to the screen now. “Mine.” He rolled his hips into yours, the length of him pushing through your folds and over your clit, causing pleasure to jolt through you. Seonghwa wasn’t making any attempt to end the call now, and you noticed neither was Johnny. It was hard for you to think pinned down like this, Seonghwa’s cock stimulating your clit and soaking himself with your wetness. It was hot, and it felt damned good.

But you were quickly losing- or had you already lost. “Johnny please~” The words came out as a pleading moan, followed by a poor attempt to look at the screen.

Just in time to see the man curse under his breath, staring at the screen with unabashed lust. “Fine fine I’ll help- not in the way you want me to though.” He chuckled breathlessly, meeting your eyes for a second before diverting his full attention to Seonghwa. “You want to really make her yours? Then fuck her properly, kitty.” Johnny only called Hwa that when he was being playfully condescending, to egg him on a little.

It worked, Seonghwa’s hips snapping aggressively, your back arching from the intense jolt of pleasure it gave you. “Johnny~~” Whining, you feared where this was going. “Stop calling for him!” Seonghwa hissed out, removing his hand from your wrist and grabbing your throat to have you look at him. “Only me. Only me please.” His tone softened when you locked eyes, pulling at your heartstrings.

Just like that, the battle was lost. “Then listen to him. H-he’ll tell you what to do so you get what you want. Okay?” Temporarily placated, Seonghwa nodded, his hips still moving. “F-fine. I’ll listen to the stupid dog.” “I can come over and show you how to do it if you’re going to act like that, Seonghwa.” Johnny warned through the small screen, a heat in his words that did not help your current state.

With a pout, ears flattening momentarily, Seonghwa rephrased. “Please tell me what to do Sir.” “G-good kitty.” You offered him some praise, blushing at the way he positively keened at it.

He even let out a soft purr.

“Alright, you look on the bigger side so you need to prep her. Just below your dick, you’ll want to push a finger in-” Johnny paused as Seonghwa began to move, following his instructions and pushing a finger inside you a bit rougher than was meant. “Easy- nice and slow.”

However the loss of stimulation on your clit had you wanting to protest it wasn’t fast enough. “Hwa- curl your finger, search for a spongy spot- ah! Right there!” His long fingers hit it with ease and you were thankful he followed directions so well… usually.

Seonghwa was watching you with the curiosity of a kitten that you were accustomed to, but also with a heat you were not. His eyes didn’t waver from your face as he rubbed against that spot, following Johnny’s instructions when he was told to put in a second.

You gripped the bedding above your head, careful not to jostle the pillow the phone was on despite the view being blocked by your body as you writhed in pleasure. Still lacking the stimulation of your clit, you reached down and exposed it for him. “R-rub here with your thumb Kitty. P-please-”

He did as he was told, gasping in response to the sinful moan that escaped you. Johnny was still telling him how to move his fingers, his anger at the man having vanished into thin air for the moment it seemed.

“Now push in a third, rubbing them against the spot just as your thumb is. She’s going to get really tight, and when does, pull your thumb off but keep rubbing inside.” Johnny sounded breathless as he spoke, his voice ringing in your head and drawing out your own muffled moans. You wanted Seonghwa to hear him after all.

Just as he said, you were coming seconds after Seonghwa pushed in the third finger, clamping down around him as your body trembled with waves of ecstasy. Your eyes rolled shut, getting lost in the feeling and temporarily forgetting just who was giving it to you.

“Such a good boy. Made our pretty girl feel really good. Didn’t he sweetheart?” You nodded, attempting to catch your breath and forcing yourself to look up at Seonghwa. You whined as he pulled his fingers out, hesitantly bringing them to his lips without being told.

The guttural moan he let out as he sucked on all three fingers, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, had your pussy clenching in want. The sight seemed to entice Johnny, a string of curses falling from his lips that sounded like moans themselves.

Sparing a glance at the screen, you let out a soft gasp. He was shirtless, and while you couldn’t see below his abdomen, you swore he was touching himself.

“What’s next?” Seonghwa’s eager question pulled the attention of you both, long tongue still wrapped around his fingers and giving you plenty of ideas. “Now you fuck her. Guide your pretty cock to where you had your fingers and push in. Slowly. Any time she tenses, you need to stop and wait for her to adjust.” Johnny’s tone was soft, patient, belying the effect this scene must have on him.

Seonghwa seemed oblivious, focused only on his task. “I’m going to do that then. I’m sorry for my inexperience… sweetheart.” He adopted Johnny’s nickname for you, expression shy as if he wasn’t pressing his cockhead to your entrance.

Johnny had said it was his rut, but you thought Seonghwa still seemed a little too level-headed for that. He was following directions well and didn’t seem driven purely by basic instincts. To some extent, he was acting like the Seonghwa you knew.

That all got dashed once he was inside. A little more than his head had pushed into your cunt when his head drooped forward and an animalistic whine rumbled through his body- it was the only warning you had before his full length was inside you with such a force the bed moved with it.

You cried out, eyes wide and head falling back from the intensity. It hurt a bit, he was big, but thanks to Johnny you were prepped enough that it was also pleasurable.

“Fucking hell-” Johnny cursed loudly this time, the phone having fallen over but it was Seonghwa who picked it up. “I’m watching.” “Good.” Seonghwa grunted out before his hands found purchase on your hips, lifting them up. “Mine.” He didn’t wait for Johnny’s instructions this time, moving on pure instinct as he began thrusting into you at the pace he wanted.

You could only take it, unable to keep the heavy pants and gasps and sinful sounds at bad. One glance at the screen and you could clearly tell that Johnny was indeed fucking his hand. That just made the cotton in your head thicker.

“Put a pillow under you.” Johnny instructed you now, and you quickly obliged, noting it kept you steadier for his thrusts. It was the only thought you had before Seonghwa’s thumb was rubbing your clit and you cried out loud enough it was almost a scream.

Seonghwa was just as far gone as you were, if not more. Purring and grunting in between mumbling of phrases that you didn’t understand until they got louder. “Gunna fuck you so full of my cum.” “Breed you so well.” “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

“Want you to be swollen with my litter. Fucked so full you can’t think.”

Part of you wondered where the hell he learned such phrases- most of you was too fucked out to care, just fueled on by the filth he was spouting.

“Fucking hell Hwa- fucking her so well.” Johnny’s breathless praise for the hybrid was what sent you over the edge, walls clamping down on his cock as you cried out again. It was enough to milk Seonghwa for all he was worth, a deep growl that rolled into a high pitched moan as he hit his peak.

You could feel him coating your insides, filling you up with his seed, and probably accomplishing his and your parents goal: breeding you.

With your whole body shaking, the sound of Johnny’s own low cry as he came, and Seonghwa’s weight collapsing on top of you… you could not find it in you to care.

Seonghwa’s soft purrs helped regulate your breathing, reality crashing down when you realized he quickly fell asleep while still very much attached to you. With some effort you freed an arm and grabbed the phone, angling it to see the man on the other side cleaning himself off.

“So-” You started, grabbing his attention, “-how do you expect to help me now? I think he’s literally stuck inside me. And I swear if I end up pregnant-” “I’ll take full responsibility sweetheart.” He smiled at you, the same smile that would often get your cheeks burning in seconds. “And I’ll head over now to clean you up. If I’m there for his first heat, he’s more likely to let me around more. Won’t bite my head off when I have you myself either.” Now you swore steam was escaping your ears with how heated you were. “Johnny that’s-” “Aht, we’ll talk when I get there.” He stood up, not at all hiding his softening cock on display or the few drops of cum still on his lower abdomen. “Better to do so while he’s asleep, otherwise it’ll be another cat and dog fight.” With a cheeky grin, he hung up, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You managed to push Seonghwa onto his back, moving with him as he was still knotted inside you. It was easier laying on his chest, staring down at his pretty sleeping face, this time making an effort to see him as a man, just like he wanted.

A pet might have been easier to care for, but there was no turning back now.

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prismdrive · 11 months ago

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Right, let's do this one more time...

TMNT: Eden

My own TMNT fan iteration! I had lots of fun designing these guys and i'll admit one big inspo was @kaysdenofchaos Teenage Meddling Mutant Turtles! (i absolutely adore your boys i would kill and die for them,,)

I've tried different styles and dynamics, but so far this is my absolute favorite!

Alright, now let's properly introduce the Eden!turtles

Mikey:

The eldest at 19 years old

Mutant Bog Turtle

Energetic, playful, creative, a bit reckless, literally runs on spite, the most emotionally open, supportive, has incredibly high pain-tolerance, and don't even get me STARTED on his ability to hold his drinks

He was once told he was a boring goodie-two-shoes so he spent the rest of the day swearing like a sailor to prove a point, that's how spiteful he is

Has the most creative insults ever

His brothers know his spitefulness so if he ever forgets about his own well being his brothers are like "Bet you can't sleep 8 good hours" and he'll go "BET" AND DO IT

Not the smartest but has good intentions

Can go on hours ranting about the most random shit

Eats anything and everything, his stomach is probably made out of titanium

A great cook! Though don't ask for any surprise dishes, he can get... creative

An insomniac, his mask hides the eyebags pretty well

Probably has some kind of PTSD, but he doesn't like talking about it

CANNOT stand the smell of metal, it grosses him out

Unironically watches Super Nanny religiously

Donnie:

A couple months younger than Mikey (so they joke they're twins)

Mutant Giant Softshell

Mikey doesn't aprove his younger twin being taller than him >:(

Sort of a jack-of-all-trades, mostly because he's very determined to learn as much as possible and learn how to do it properly

Which leads on him getting incredibly frustrated if he can't grasp something

Can't cook for shit

The responsible one

Very clean... Mostly. If he's tired (which is most of the time) he'll go into "to hell with it" mode and walk around the lair full of motor oil and mud (which then Raph has to clean up xD)

Tries to act cool and collected but he's just too big of a nerd

Terribly near-sighted

Raph:

16 years old

Mutant common snapping turtle

LOVES crazy make-ups and drag races but would never admit it

Surprisingly tidy and responsible

Plays the drums! He'd love to play electric guitar but having three fingers makes it incredibly hard

Great with animals

Homophobic gay (he'll accept himself soon enough xD)

Brash and reckless, anger issues (what a surprise), has severe RBF syndrome, even when he's calm and content he looks like he wants to murder someone

Near-sighted (doesn't wear glasses or contacts, which worsens his RBF)

Leo:

The family's baby at 8 years old

Mutant Musk Turtle

Very quiet but not shy at all, curious, calm, collected, obedient

Has no trouble talking but prefers signs

Loves fashion, knitting and sewing!

Doesn't like being alone or being in the dark

Is always eager to learn from his brothers, to the point where he can throw his well-being aside to try and impress them

Easily influenced, Raph loves playing pranks with him

(Might change/add stuff later!)

#tmnt #art #tmnt fanart #tmnt: eden #tmnt fan iteration

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ashtheketchum · 10 months ago

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NSFW alphabet Patrick Hockstetter

A/N: I've done this alphabet with a few other characters before, but I've never published anything. Then why don't you start with the biggest psycho? XD

Warning: NSFW content, female Reader, book and movie Patrick in one, mention of killing animals

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A(ftercare = What is he like after sex?)

Patrick isn't actually that interested in you after sex. Maybe he asks briefly if you're still okay and then he doesn't care about you anymore. Sometimes he is so nice and carries you to the bathroom, but you have to wash yourself. Deep down, Patrick would like to help you, but the risk of getting a boner again is too high.

B(ody = his favorite body part)

Patrick loves your ass. He can't resist massaging it, pinching it or hitting it. All he has to do is stare at your ass and he'll get a boner and have to stop himself from fucking you to the wall.

C(um = Where does he cum?)

Patrick doesn't care where he cums. Whether in you, on your stomach, on your face, on your back, he doesn't care, you should just tell him. He's not into condoms at all, so unfortunately you have to be prepared to buy the pill. Otherwise, Patrick will never cum inside you (except in your mouth-) because he doesn't want you to get pregnant.

D(irty secret = One thing he does that you don't know about)

In class he sometimes jerks off on you. Especially in the summer when you're wearing short clothes, he can't keep himself together. In fact, no one has noticed it yet and it should stay that way. Since you sit in front of him and always help the teachers, he also has a complete field of vision of your body.

E(xperience = How much does he know about sex?)

Let's put it this way… you're not his first. Maybe the first one he treats a little gently, but when it comes to sex you are (with luck), the third one he's had. He had raped many women back then and therefore has a lot of experience about how he should and shouldn't move best. Sometimes he had to hold himself together not to destroy you completely, but he kept himself well within his limits.

F(av. position = What position does he like to fuck you in?)

Patrick goes through all the positions with you. Missionary, doggy style, riding and more. But most of the time he prefers the missionary position. This way he can see your whole body and do whatever he wants with it. Of course he prefers it if you ride him, but he prefers it if he takes the lead. But he likes to try things out, so be creative.

G(oofy = Does he have a sense of humor during sex?)

This point is critical. It depends on his mood, when he is in a good mood he sometimes teases you. "My little slut… takes my cock so well…" he says, for example. But when he's in a bad mood, he usually never says anything. He sometimes growls, growls or whines, but nothing more.

H(ickeys? = How does he feel about hickeys?)

No. Patrick likes to give you some, but he doesn't want any himself. The world should know who you belong to and not the other way around. Because you belong to him, not he to you. So you have to live with the fact that you sometimes walk around with a bruised neck.

I(ntimacy = Is he romantic?)

HAHAHA no.

J(erk off = Does he masturbate often?)

Ohhh yes. He masturbates very, very often, precisely because he can't touch you all the time. He masturbates at school, he masturbates at home. The only time he doesn't masturbate is when he's sleeping or fucking you. But otherwise he always masturbates when he can or wants to.

K(ink = What turns him on?)

Basically everything you do. Do you bend down to pick something up? He sees your ass and gets hard. You stub your toe and moan in pain? He loves suffering and becomes hard. Are you talking about your day? He wants to use your mouth for something else and gets hard.

L(ocation = Where do you like to do it most?)

If it were up to him, you would fuck everywhere. At school, in town, behind a church and more. But it's too uncomfortable for you, so you only do it in private places. Once you did it in the school toilets because Patrick got a hard on that no one could miss.

M(otivation = What really gets him in the mood?)

Fire and knife games. He loves to hurt you, even if it's just a minor injury. Your loud whimpers turn him on, making him want more and more. Most often he cuts your collarbone, your hip or between your breasts. But he never cuts so deeply that it cannot heal. But sometimes a scar remains.

N(o = What would he never do?)

Start a real relationship with you. He only sees you as a sex toy and sometimes treats you sweetly so that you stay with him longer. Don't expect to be able to change him.

O(ral = Is he a giver or a taker?)

He prefers to receive. The feeling of your lips around his shaft drives him even crazier than he actually is. And your looks, he could never get enough. Especially your strangled moans as he fucks your throat. It's never the other way around, in fact Patrick had never even thought about licking or fingering you in any way.

P(eace = Is he slow or fast?)

Hard and fast. But the closer you get to your orgasm, the more he slows down to tease you. Most of the time he tortures himself, but seeing you suffer is worth the cost to him. As he gets angrier, he gets tougher, but then his knife and fire games hurt more.

Q(uickie = Does he like quickies? Something done or had quickly)

He was never a fan of it. It feels wrong for him to just fuck you quickly and then act like nothing happened. Especially because it takes several rounds.

R(isk = Would he do it in places where he would easily be caught?)

Yes. Patrick doesn't even see fucking you in public as a risk, he sees it as a given. If it gets too much for you, he usually ignores it. But since you mostly only do it in the forest or at home, it suits him.

S(tamina = How many rounds can he last?)

If he's in a good mood, three rounds are easily possible. Maybe more. However, when he's angry, all he really wants to do is hurt you and sometimes you don't even get to your first orgasm. But he does :'D

T(oys = Does he use toys on you?)

The only toys he uses are his lighter and a small knife. He doesn't want anything more, he doesn't need anything more. You never find toys that interesting, and neither of you want to buy them and hide them.

U(nfair = Does he sometimes tease you?)

Not sure if you could call that teasing. But, as mentioned before, it becomes slower and gentler as you get closer to your orgasm. But when you beg and whimper sweetly, he speeds up again and gives you your well-deserved orgasm. But only sometimes.

V(olume = Is he loud or quiet?)

Most of the time he just growls quietly in your ear. He wants to keep his voice quiet and deep so that he can hear you better. But when he cums, he lets out a small whimper, then he just breathes loudly and quickly. He is also quiet when talking dirty.

W(ich position = Top or Bottom?)

Patrick is definitely a top. He wouldn't even think about giving you dominance, even if you give him a blowjob or ride him. He always has control over you.

X(-x rey = How is his cock?)

Patrick is a little longer than average, but he is a little thicker at the base. Slight veins can be seen under his tip and he has a pink tip.

Y(earning = How high is his sex drive?)

Very Very Very Very Very Very Very Very high.

Z(zzz = Does he sleep after sex?)

Patrick never falls asleep after you have sex. Most of the time he watches you sleep or he goes to kill some animal. When he really needs to sleep, he sleeps very lightly.

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coralinnii · 2 years ago

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❋Keeping your scrunchie for you❋

Who would keep your scrunchie for you, and would even do your hair feat: Ace ⭑ Sebek ⭑ Azul ⭑ Jack genre: fluff, humor note: reader has hair that uses scrunchies, reader has hair for long hair hairstyles, established relationships, no pronouns used,

I know it's been a while but I have been meaning to write. I just have what I'm calling Silver Syndrome where I fall asleep at any given moment and lose track of time ^_^' whoops

This is sorta self-indulgent since I’m also guilty of always forgetting my hair ties at my friend’s place and when I need one, they would come to me with their arm filled with them xD. Since then, we would always have spares on each other in case any of us need them.

Getting him to keep it

At first he was gonna tease you. What? Do you feel the need to lay claim on him that you want to leave something of yours on him for all to see? You know there’s more than a hair tie you can leave on him-

Oh, you’re just forgetful and you want to have a spare on him if you need one? You guys are practically attached to the hip so there’s logic to it, to you anyway.

He's so gonna fight you on it. It’s one thing to ask him to keep spare some small hair ties on him, heck if you let him use them on occasion he wouldn’t mind at all. But it was those poofy, colorful scrunchies that he can’t even hide underneath his jacket sleeve.

But he loses this fight with you (he always does when it comes to you) and ends up with a cutesy hair tie that contrasts heavily against his black school jacket. He had to fight the embarrassed flush every time he got teased, especially by his upperclassmen like Cater and Floyd.

Don’t let his loud complaining fool you, though. Despite all the teases, he still keeps your scrunchie out in the open when he could have easily stuffed it in his pocket. He secretly likes fidgeting with it during class, partly since it’s really soft and partly that it reminds him of you. He thinks a lot about how pretty you look when you have your hair up.

Would he tie your hair?

Yes, but he wasn't great at it. At first, he can do a simple ponytail but that’s all he really knows about hairstyles. I mean, he only ever ties his bangs back so he’s not the most creative in the hair department.

Have some patience with him as he sometimes messes up and gets your hair tangled. He’s a fast learner so he’ll get the hang of it.

Once he’s used to it, he’ll start experimenting with your hair by giving you goofy hairdos like a unicorn horn on your head. He once tried to make round cartoon-like “ears” with your hair for giggles. But he always offers to brush your hair back to normal each and every time.

Actually, Ace likes to mess with your hair a lot more often now because this gives him a chance to brush your hair. He enjoys the intimacy of the activity, like you two are in your own little world with no one to disturb you. He can spend hours just running his fingers through your hair while you chat about anything and everything.

“Hey, stop moving around so much! Don’t go complaining to me if this new hairdo turns out bad”

Getting him to keep it

Definitely gonna fight you on this. He argued that you should be responsible enough to remember to keep spares on you at all times. It’s your own fault for being so forgetful about your own things. Plus, it goes against his dress code and he can’t bear to ruin Malleus’ reputation just because his loyal knight has a bright puffy scrunchie on his wrist.

You decided it’s fine if he can’t do it but it did bum you out a bit. Imagining the serious Sebek with your bright scrunchie on his wrist would be the cutest thing to see but you didn’t want to push it if it caused this much arguing.

But Sebek noticed your declining mood and started to have conflicted thoughts because of it. Would it really make you that happy to see him with that tacky thing on his arm?

The next day, Sebek came up to you and wordlessly raised his arm towards you. Confused, you asked the green-haired freshman what’s wrong.

“...I shall allow it”

“What?”

Apparently, Sebek couldn’t get your sad face out of his head all day yesterday, ruining his mood and causing him to stress out with worry. Lost as to what to do, he did what he tends to do in these situations, and asked Lilia for advice. The older fae chuckled at poor Sebek and assured him that a trivial piece of fabric would hardly ruin Malleus’ image so he is free to decide what he wants to do.

And Sebek wants to make you happy.

“Give me your cursed scrunchie, human”

Would he tie your hair?

Again, he’s going to fight you on this. He claims he has better things to do but really he’s just terrible with styling hair and was scared if you didn’t like his work. Unless you want your hair gelled up like his, he doesn’t know what else he can really do with hair in general.

Still, you encouraged him to try and with you boosting his courage, he started trying simple hairstyles like braids and ponytails. He was a little clumsy but always up to improve himself. He soon became more confident and would even offer to tie your hair up during P.E classes or club activities.

He especially likes trying out hairstyles that are trendy with his fae kind, like braiding flowers into your hair. The people of Briar Valley are more traditional with their appearance and more extravagant hairstyles are typically reserved for special occasions like parties…or weddings.

The way Sebek’s cheeks burned when he couldn’t stop thinking how beautiful your hair might look for your wedding…with him as your husband-to-be. Your hair would be absolutely ethereal no matter the style, considering that it’s you-what was he thinking?!

Best not to bring up his bright face or he’ll start yelling out of sheer embarrassment.

“...Well, is this to your liking? It is?...I see… What?! I was not worried, don’t be absurd!”

Getting him to keep it

For the right price, sure.

I’m joking (kinda) but honestly Azul wouldn’t mind it since it wasn’t that big of a request. I firmly believe that he has more than enough pockets with his dorm uniform.

Anyone who would even try to tease him about it would just be asking for humiliation as Azul would respond swiftly with some backhanded comments.

“Embarrassing, you say? Well, I suppose having a lover that relies on me so would seem tiresome to some people. However, I'm afraid I'm just so smitten with my adorable lover who just trust me so. Sighhh, woe is me”

This octoman would play the “no b*tches?” card. Such poor, unfortunate souls

But one day you needed a hair tie and you asked Azul if he still had your spare. The merman then pulled out a scrunchie you didn't recognize from his pocket

“Azul Ashengrotto…whose scrunchie is this?!”

Before you start to panic, Azul quickly explained that he came across this scrunchie at a store in the town near the campus.

“I thought this would look good on you, so I bought it in hopes it suits your taste”

Even though Azul tried to sound casual, there was a cute flush coloring his cheeks that he was trying to hide behind his gloved hand. He knew you had enough hair ties and you could always buy more yourself. But, he just couldn't stop himself.

That scrunchie was now your new favorite accessory.

Would he tie your hair?

Contrary to the previous boys, Azul has a better sense of style due to his entrepreneurial nature and his dedicated interest to keep up with the most marketable trends.

I also believe that since Azul is a mommy’s boy, he paid close attention to his mother’s hair styling routine. However, he realizes that it won’t exactly be the same considering you both are not in the ocean and he himself is adjusting to life with dry hair.

But he won’t be stopped by his inexperience. He would research the best hairstyles for your hair type and what would amplify your natural features. Every chance to do your hair was a chance to improve his skills. Get real comfortable because you’ll be his guinea pig for hours. At least you’ll be a beautiful guinea pig by the end of it.

At first Azul had some insecurities about keeping you for so long, surely you would be bored being with him for so long and having him practice with your hair, especially when you wouldn't really gain much from it other than a mess on your head most of the time.

Please reassure him that you love these intimate moments with him and you trust him wholeheartedly with your hair.

“I’ve heard stories that speak of mermaids that used to lure humans with their beautiful hair. I thought it foolish to be so easily charmed…but seeing yours, I suppose there’s some truth to that.”

Getting him to keep it

Grumbled about it at first but will keep it for you. Any exasperation was mostly just you asking him because of your tendency to forget them than anything else. Despite his grumpy look, Jack wasn’t going to fight you on something as trivial as holding some hair ties for you. Would question you what’s so great about scrunchies, though (they’re adorable, ok?!)

All he asked was that it’s a scrunchie that doesn’t get in the way of his daily routine, and if you could pick one that would be a bit water resistant or dark in color since he’s worried that he would get it dirty during his work-out routine or spelldrive practice at Savanaclaw.

He honestly doesn’t understand why anyone would make fun of him for holding a scrunchie for you. He's whipped because you trust him with your stuff? This man just can’t relate to loser behavior.

Even if he's not a fan of scrunchies, he’s still incredibly careful with your hair tie, making sure that it’s either tucked safely under his sleeve or mindful to avoid accidentally snagging the fabric on something.

If he just recently got the scrunchie from you, he can still smell the scent of your shampoo on it as it starts mixing with his own scent. Don’t tell him but some of his dormmates can see his tail slightly wagging when he glimpses down to his wrist every now and again where your hair tie is.

Would he tie your hair?

He’ll fight more on this. You guys are in an academy, you should be able to tie your own hair. Don’t be lazy, he stated.

But watch him later try to excuse his actions when he suddenly pulls your hair back with your scrunchie during lunch, just so your hair doesn’t get in your face as you ate. You honestly forgot he still had your scrunchie and Jack was getting frustrated watching your hair constantly falling forward every time you tried to reach your food.

Since Jack has younger siblings, he has some experience with tying someone’s hair despite having fairly short hair himself. It’s nothing too fancy but he’s pretty good with some basic hairstyles

He’s really gentle with your hair, occasionally pausing to gauge your expression to ensure you’re not in pain. Sometimes you have to be careful or you might just fall asleep with how Jack’s large hands softly handle your hair like it was silk.

“This should keep your hair out of your face. Huh, how do you look? Don’t ask stupid questions…you already know you always look good…No, forget I said anything!”

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