#sometimes chirps and/or starts purring

[senseiwu]

I pick up misako and she just dangles

[charliemwrites]

Hybrid AU with Ragdoll!Reader and Siberian-mix!Konig

Reader is a rescued cat hybrid that Laswell's sister in law has been taking care of for the last 3 months. When she meets this little ragdoll kitty, so bright and friendly and curious, she immediately thinks of the 141. Hybrids have a lot uses in the government. Sometimes combative, sometimes therapeutic. The 141 could use a companion animal, given the close call Soap recently had and the general trauma the whole squad has.

With the kitty's permission and cooperation, they assess her as a possible therapy placement. She tests so well and so high that Laswell (again, with consent) immediately starts paperwork to place her with the 141 before even bringing it up to Price.

He's a bit skeptical at first. Even without being a combat hybrid, their jobs are high stress, very dangerous, and not very stable. But Laswell convinces him to at least meet Ragdoll.

They do introductions at the sister-in-law's house, where the kitty will be most comfortable. Ragdoll takes one sniff of him and starts purring like a little engine. He's visibly surprised, and Laswell can barely hold back her grin as the kitty climbs into his lap. They spend the rest of the afternoon discussing arrangements while his new hybrid naps because obviously he can't say no now.

Price becomes her primary handler. They move her to his barrack and give her a week to settle in, but she's not a skittish thing by any means. Wants to follow him everywhere, curls up in his bed, meows sadly at the door when he leaves her alone. It becomes clear very quickly that the usual introduction manuals are too slow for her.

Kitty meets Kyle next. Again, instant purrs. She presses her cheek into his palms, then wriggles her way closer to brush up against his cheek. Lets out a little "mrrp!" when he stutters out a pleasantly surprised, "hello there." She nibbles at the brim of his hat and grins when he gently redirects her, chirping at this fun new friend.

Two for two, Price and Kyle decide to introduce her to Simon and Johnny. They let her explore the common room first, get comfortable, and then call the other two in. Kitty watches from behind Price as Simon and Johnny enter.

Johnny is a dog hybrid with Simon as his primary handler. Price has faith that his sergeant will behave well with the new kitty, but he's not sure of what her reaction will be. Johnny's obviously, visibly excited, tail wagging, but Simon gets him to sit and wait while she makes the first move.

It takes absolutely no time at all for her to pad out from behind Price and approach. Simon goes first, offering a hand. But she barely even sniffs him before cuddling up to him, pawing curiously at his mask. He lets her, clicking his tongue when she dislodges it a bit, but then he gently nudges her towards Johnny.

His ears are perked forwards, tail still swishing. Kitty's ears are twitching, eyes big and curious. But her tail is up and curved curiously, not even a little fluffed. She gets in real close to his face, sniffs, then bumps her forehead against his chin. Which is when he loses patience and licks a big stripe up her cheek. She mews indignantly, ears going airplane mode, but thankfully doesn't swat at him.

It literally couldn't go better. She's a perfect fit.

Over the next few months she settles in with them happily, an absolute dream of a hybrid. Not very verbal, at least through human speech, but perfectly communicative and incredibly friendly.

She chirps whenever one of the 141 enters a room, has a different tone for each of them. Purrs if one of them so much as looks at her, all slow blinks and little smiles. Chitters when she sees them running outside through the windows.

Even grooming is relatively easy. She lets them brush out her floofy tail without much fuss, only trying to retreat if they catch a tangle. Readily gives up her hands to trim her claws. Even opens her mouth for them to brush off her fangs after raw meals.

She curls up with Simon on bad days, warm and purring, breathing little puffs of air against his collarbone. Lounges with Kyle after hard missions, nuzzling against him while he pets her soft ears. She spends hours upon hours in Price's office, curled up on his lap while he does paperwork or talks over the phone, kneading biscuits into his stomach.

Her friendship with Johnny is maybe the most surprising. They play wrestle just about every night, rolling around on the rough carpets in the common room and nipping at each others ears. She'll pounce on him, little teeth flashing, but almost always get bodied by his larger stature. The others will let them play until one of them - usually Johnny - gets too excited and makes the other yelp. At that point, Price or Simon will usually scoop one of the hybrids up and tsk at them for getting rough.

She's the 141's precious kitty, sweet and friendly and outgoing. The whole base knows her, though she's never far from one of her boys. And they know what it means if Ragdoll doesn't like someone.

It's rare, which is why it raises neon red flags. The first time is a new recruit that reaches to pet her without introducing himself first. She twists around on him, but usually even that would be recoverable. Except when he keeps trying to touch her, she gets a whiff of him and hisses, scrambling away.

The guy doesn't last long.

It happens again a few weeks later with a nurse meant to be giving her checkup. She gets low to the table, tail poofing up, and growls low in her throat. When the nurse rolls her eyes and tells Price to just hold his hybrid still so they can get things over with, he knows instantly that his little ragdoll was right to react that way.

With that in mind, it's no surprise that no one trusts Philip Graves when he visits their base and she takes an instant dislike to him. He introduces himself correctly, but she still hard reverses away from him, nose scrunched up. Ears back, tail fluffing up, she slips behind Price and glares from around his arm.

Problem is, Graves is used to dog hybrids. He's great with them. Kitties... not so much, even with a manual. Ends his week at the base with a couple of proper bite marks and an itchy scratch on his hand.

Given her reaction, Simon and Johnny aren't too shocked when he betrays them in Las Almas.

When a team from KorTac is scheduled for a joint assignment, the 141 is bracing for a similar reaction. Especially because they have their own cat hybrid - some big mixed breed.

Kyle even suggests keeping Ragdoll inside for initial introductions on the tarmac, but they all know that's not actually viable. Their kitty wouldn't talk to them for the rest of the day if they left her out like that.

So Price double checks that her little bell-collar is on and brings her out to meet the KorTac team.

Their cat hybrid is even bigger than expected - no wonder he's a combat placement despite being a domestic breed. He keeps his face hidden behind a big black hood with cutouts for his ears, fluffy tail slightly tangled-looking.

Price hasn't even finished introductions with the KorTac team when she makes a rolling little chur noise, bright and curious. The bigger hybrid zeros in on her instantly, ears flicking. She pads out from behind the captain and slips away before he can catch her. Any calls for her to come back are fully ignored.

She trots right up to the Austrian and mrrps again, pausing mid-step, waiting for a response. The other hybrid doesn't respond - at least he doesn't seem to.

"Sorry, kitten, but he doesn't really do the cat noises," Declan tries to tell her. But he's also ignored, and no sooner has he spoken than she's getting into the other cat's space, continuously making little "brr" noises.

And then to everyone's shock, he's bending down to greet her in return, nuzzling her cheek and forehead through the hood. She starts to purr, pressing up close, tail swishing lazily. A noise erupts from him, deep and rough, rattling in his chest. Johnny jumps and snatches at her shirt, dragging her back to the safety of their team.

She mewls sadly, arms extended to reach for him.

"He's growling, Doll," Johnny corrects, arms curling around her middle. For the first time ever she starts to wriggle. "He's too big for you to mess with."

"I... wasn't growling," the Austrian pipes up. "I apologizes if I caused alarm."

Johnny shoots him an incredulous look.

"Then what was that?" Kyle asks, confused.

"I don't... often purr."

Price takes one look at their still-wiggly kitty and the Austrian leaning towards her, as if wanting to follow, and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Shit."

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Hi, hello, Swiss being accidentally summoned at the same time as Cumulus and Cirrus. Swiss who didn't have a pack or mate in the pit. Swiss who trailed after the ghoulettes instead, not quite part of their pair as he kept his distance, but always somewhere not too far off. Swiss who tagged along during their hunts so that they may go after a bigger prey. Swiss who kept watch when the ghoulettes slept curled around eachother, standing tall a few feet away. Swiss who didn't want to impose his presence to such a close-knitted duo, not knowing that the ghoulettes were totally enamored with this lovely grinning ghoul who seemed to have taken upon himself to keep them safe. Swiss who only ever let the ghoulettes return the favor when he was in especially bad shape, too weak to protest. Swiss who clawed his way out of the pit right behind them, using the magic pulling at his air element, ableit more weakly than it did for the two air ghoulettes, because he couldn't phantom losing this semblance of a bond he had built with them. Swiss who thought about giving up halfway, the effort being far more exhausting and painful for a ghoul not directly targeted by the summoning. Swiss who was about to let go until Cumulus looked back, chirping at him encouragingly. Swiss who was halfway through the portal in the altar when it started closing off, stone becoming solid once more and threatening to crush him, only for the ghoulettes to each grab one of his arms and yank him out. Swiss who clung to them like a lifeline for a long moment, shaking with adrenaline and unsteady on his legs, wholly uncaring of the eyes on him and curious whispers filling the previous silence. Swiss who hid his face in Cirrus' shoulder as she and Cumulus hissed and craddled him between them protectively, making it clear that if they were to stay, so was Swiss. Swiss who in this moment, finally, finally let himself accept their affection. Swiss who to this day, even with a whole pack that loves and cherishes him, sometimes wakes up to a feeling of loneliness that only recedes once he's tucked in bed between Cirrus and Cumulus, purring as they hold their sweet boy.

[funkyplantguy]

established relationship scarian where scar finds A Creature of some sort (dealer's choice) and starts in on the whole "Can we keep it?? 🥺🥺" routine to grian

i was originally going to go with a cat, then a baby warden (listen idk) then an ACTUAL baby...then landed on this (and giggled and kicked my feet the entire time as i wrote it). hope you enjoy :D

scar: g scar: grain scar: grian scar: light of my life scar: where are you? scar: i have gift grian: fishing dock scar: shoulda guessed scar: be there soon <3

grian stretched, quietly groaning to himself as his back (and wings) crackled in delight at the movement, tired of the endless hunching they’d endured over the past several hours. a gift from scar (especially an unexpected one) was sure to be…interesting. they’d been together long enough that scar knew what grian liked, of course…but sometimes…the “gifts” his partner would bring him would be more for scar’s own personal amusement than anything else.

not that he really minded, of course. not when that meant getting to see scar light up like a kid on christmas. scar was always so full of life - always giggling over something or other - and it just reminded grian of why he’d fallen in love with him in the first place. and honestly, that was gift enough for him.

despite all of that, he wasn’t quite expecting scar to bring him something...alive.

grian heard the chirping from the small bundle in scar’s arms before the man had even landed, and couldn’t help the inquisitive trill that forced its way out of him in response. and that, of course, set scar off - mimicking the noise with his own (very human) vocal cords (which only served to produce a melody akin to being strangled). he stared at grian with wide eyes as he touched down, and grian felt his cheeks burn under his gaze.

“g! i’ve never heard you make that noise before - that was so cute, do it again!”

“no,” grian chirped back, then pressed his hand against his mouth as scar laughed in delight. “scar - what is that?”

“it’s a baby!” scar responded, moving closer and tilting the bundle in his arms towards the avian. “look - it’s a little you!”

grian uncovered his mouth to retort - he very much doubted that scar had somehow found a baby avian wandering around hermitcraft - but another quiet chirp caught his attention, and he found himself leaning forward to peer over scar’s arms. and there, nestled in a pile of soft, brown blanket, was the ugliest baby parrot grian had ever seen in his life. and yet..and yet…

grian didn’t even realize that he was whistling until the baby returned his birdsong, eager little chirps and gurgles spilling out of its little fleshy beak. it tilted its head up at grian, blinking, and grian offered up a trembling finger into the makeshift nest. the chick nuzzled against it, purring softly, and something in grian’s heart felt like it might burst. he raised his face to his partner, and found scar’s gaze transfixed - but not on the parrot in his arms, but him. their eyes locked, and scar offered him a smile - something soft and warm, something that made grian want to kiss him more than anything in the world.

“can we keep it?” he whispered, and grian let out a short (wet) laugh.

“i…scar, where…where did you even find it? it’s so little…i can’t imagine its mama would have been far; she’s probably worried sick…do you really want to take the little guy from his mama?”

scar’s lower lip wobbled (and grian felt like he might be the worst person in the entire world for it).

“he didn’t have a mama! i sat and watched and waited for hours, gri, and nobody came for him…he was just all alone, on a branch in the jungle, and i got worried that something was going to come along and eat him! and…well…i figured you’d know how to take care of him. given that you’re…y’know.”

he gestured toward grian’s colorful wings with one hand, and grian’s feathers rippled obediently in show for his lover. from scar’s arms, the tiny bird chirped again, raising its little head and struggling to flap its wings in the same way grian had fluttered his. scar looked down to the parrot, then up to grian, eyes wide and sparkling as he jutted out his lower lip.

“see! he agrees! he wants you to be his new mama!”

(and if grian’s heart fluttered in his chest at the suggestion of being a mother, that was no one's business but his own. that was a topic to be discussed later - much later, in the warmth of each other’s arms and the shield the darkness their room offered for grian's vulnerability)

“we could name him…um…jeffrey!”

“scar - we are not naming our son jeffrey.”

“our son???!??” scar parroted back, jerking his head up from where he had dipped it to stare down at the chick in his arms. “our son??? so…we can keep him? really? you mean it?”

“yes, scar. i mean it,” grian responded, smiling softly at the hopeful peep from the newest member of their little family. “we can keep him.”

(and the way scar pulled him into a kiss, then, was the greatest gift of all)

[biteofcherry]

The triple alphas! 🥵

We know it’s all 🥵 all the time…

But I also know YOU like your sleep. Do Steve, Curtis, and Ari let you sleep, or do they need their omega sometimes in the middle of the night? 24 hours in a day just doesn’t seem like enough to satisfy the three of them.

Goldi locked

Ari Levinson x Curtis Everett x female reader x Steve Rogers

Steve sensed the shift of your body, but didn't stir. Your fingers squeezed his tighter as you held his hand close to your cheek.

However, when he felt another movement - smooth, but heavier, his eyes instantly opened.

In the shadows of starry night, Steve's eyes met Ari's mischievously twinkling gaze over the slope of your shoulder.

Ari, who was sleeping on your other side, gently rolled your body closer to Steve's and moved your leg to lay over Steve's thigh. Which exposed your bare pussy to his wicked fingers.

Curtis was softly snoring on the far edge of the bed, not yet disturbed by Ari's shenanigans.

"Let her sleep." Steve whispered, narrowing his eyes.

"I'm not waking her up," Ari smiled, stroking his fingers between your folds and drawing out the sweet wetness.

You chirped in your sleep when he slowly pushed a single digit in, but otherwise remained deep in slumber.

"I'm just going to-" Ari grunted lowly, withdrawing his finger and replacing it with the head of his cock- "feel her, ahh!"

"Shhh!" Both Steve and Ari cooed in unison, when you tensed and stirred at the intrusion.

Ari's chest pressed against your back, a soothing vibration resonating through your bones as he purred for you.

Your other hand moved from where it rested tangled in the sheets near your belly, seeking Steve's body. Fingers bumped into his hip and feeling the familiar heat of him, you simply rested your hand there.

"If you don't leave it at cockwarming and start fucking her before she wakes up on her own, I swear I'm gonna install a lock in her bedroom, so she can keep your ass away." Curtis' gruff voice resounded in the darkness.

[emmawithtwoms]

Cat

@moonwater-microfic day 27 -287 words

Remus was lounging in his bed, reading a book and enjoying the warmth given by the fireplace in his dorm. Peter was at the chess club, while Sirius and James had Quidditch practice, so he was basking in his loneliness. The door to his room was left ajar, and Remus was just waiting for the reason for it to come through. 

He didn’t have to wait long, just mere minutes later a small black paw opened the door completely.

“There you are, love, I’ve been waiting for you.”

A black cat, with startling gray eyes, entered the room and pushed the door closed, then turned towards Remus and meowed. 

“You’re welcome.” 

The cat chirped and strolled towards Remus’ bed, his tail up in the air. With a wiggle of his hips and a calculated jump, he was beside the werewolf, who put his book aside to pet him. 

The small animal started rubbing his face on his hand and purring, content with the warmth emanated by the wolf. Then, he started to meow while lifting the hem of Remus’ jumper with his paw. 

“What, are you cold, darling?”

The cat meowed in response.

“My my, are we sweet today.” 

The cat answered by biting his hand

“Ouch! Ok, ok, sorry baby. Merlin, that hurt…” 

The cat just purred.

Finally, he was able to stick his head under Remus’ jumper, and wiggled his way inside, positioning himself right on the werewolf’s chest, and started purring again in contempt. 

“You know, Regulus, not that I do not appreciate cats, but sometimes I would like to cuddle my boyfriend in his human form.” 

The only response he got from the cat was a nail in his chest, and louder purring.

[the-californicationist]

Good Fences (Fluffuary #22)

FEB22: Forehead Kisses

TW: mentions of menstruation/periods

“My poor darling. Is it always this bad?” John planted a soft kiss on your forehead as you lay next to him on the couch. 

You had started your period yesterday, and although your cramps were rarely this painful, it wasn’t unheard of for you to have to take a day off work every now and then. You held his hand, keeping his warm arm held across your belly for comfort,

“Mm, sometimes.”

He pressed chirping little kisses at your temple,

“What can I do, love?”

“Could you grab the painkillers? There’s some in my bathroom cabinet. And maybe the heating pad?”

He was gone and back in a flash, 

“Here’s this. Made you something to drink as well, love.”

John climbed back into his spot on the couch, laying behind you, and he placed the heating pad over your belly and held it in place with his arm, encircling you and holding you close. 

You woke up a few hours later. The heating pad was cold after the automatic timer had gone off, and your cramps were back with a vengeance. 

Carefully, you removed yourself from John’s embrace and went off to the bathroom to deal with your situation. Nothing helped. You tried every position. Eventually, you ran a bath and lay in the tub to try and find some relief. 

You heard a soft knock on the door. You called out to him,

“Come in, babe.”

“I’m really worried about you, love,” he said, sitting down at the edge of the tub and handing you your drink.

“Mm. Thank you for taking care of me, John. Sometimes, this is just how it is.”

“I’m sorry; I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re here,” you reached a dripping hand out to him and held it. 

He studied you for a moment and dipped his hand down into the water. He found your lower belly and began to rub gentle circles, his hands slippery from your soap and the bubbles. 

Leaning forward, he kissed your cheek and your jaw, moving down to your neck. It wasn’t overly sexual, but it was extremely comforting. He wasn’t trying to turn you on; he just wanted to make you feel good. It was working. You let him caress you, holding you and leaving his touch all over you. 

When the water grew cold, he pulled you out, toweled you off, and wrapped you in your fluffy robe. Before you knew what was happening, you were in his arms and being carried to his bed. 

“C’mon, pretty girl. I’ve got you,” his voice purred in your ear, and he lay beside you in bed, kissing you better.

[sidekick-hero]

let the impulse to love and the instinct to kill entangle to one

(steddie | wc: 918 | teen | written for @steddiemas and @steddieholidaydrabbles (prompt: came back wrong) | tags: fluff, first kiss, kas!eddie

"I'm not staring at you. I'm staring at your ugly ass sweater. What is that thing?" Steve asks, aiming to sound appalled but failing miserably. There is too much affection in his voice, laughter echoing in every word.

He thinks he can't be blamed, though, because Eddie looks ridiculous in that big green and red sweater with Rudolph the Reindeer on it, pulling an empty flying sleigh. Especially with the gray tinted skin and the sharp teeth and the fucking wings that spilled out of the cuts in the back of the sweater.

"Where's Santa, huh? Did you eat him?" Steve laughs and Eddie chirps again, this time clearly offended. He pulls away from where he was leaning against Steve, climbs off the bed and retreats to the farthest wall. Standing there in a defensive pose with his arms crossed over his chest, Eddie hangs his head and hunches his shoulders, making himself small. His long, black curls hide most of his face, but Steve can still see the onyx color of his eyes gleaming in the dim light of his bedside lamp.

The sight makes his heart ache in his chest.

Getting up from where he's been sitting cross-legged on his bed, Steve pads over to him, determined to fix whatever he's done to make Eddie look like this. But when he ducks his head to catch Eddie's eyes, all he gets is an irritated growl as Eddie turns his head away from Steve's searching gaze. Behind him, his tail flicks back and forth angrily.

One thing he didn't know about Eddie before, but learned pretty quickly, is how damn stubborn he can be. Good thing Steve is not one to give up easily, having spent nearly four years babysitting teenagers.

His hand slowly reaches out, making his intentions clear until it rests on Eddie's forearm. He learned his lesson when Eddie first started coming to his room late at night, still has the scars to remind him of that lesson. He knows that Eddie didn't mean to hurt him. Steve just startled him the first time he reached out to touch him without warning, eager in his excitement to see Eddie alive.

Things have changed since then. A lot.

Eddie is less cagey, no longer afraid of Steve. He tolerates his touch now, even seeks it out. But he still doesn't take well to surprises. Steve wonders what happened to him all those months he was lost in the Upside Down and thinks maybe it's better he doesn't know. He's not sure he wouldn't do something rash and epically stupid if he did.

"Sorry, Eds, I know you don't eat people. It was a dumb joke, I didn't mean anything by it." His thumb smooths over the tense muscles he can feel under the soft material of the sweater. It looks like it should be scratchy, offending more senses than just his eyes, but it isn't.

Just like Eddie looks scary, but isn't.

It seems to be the right thing to say, because the onyx of his eyes takes on a warmer shade, like very dark chocolate or the first precious coffee of the morning. Eddie chirps again and shakes his head.

"No, I mean it, Eddie. I don't think you're a monster. I know you wouldn't hurt anyone, it was a really stupid joke. I guess I'm still an asshole sometimes and -"

Eddie interrupts his ramblings by bumping his head against Steve's before nuzzling close to his neck, chirping and purring. He still can't talk, even though Steve hasn't given up hope that he will, but that doesn't mean he can't communicate.

"Okay, okay, no bad self-talk. Got it, jeez. You're worse than Robin, I swear," Steve laughs as he runs his hands through Eddie's soft curls. Secretly, he doesn't mind letting their bodies do much of the talking. Words have never been his strong suit, but this? He's damn good at this.

"But honestly, what's with the ugly ass sweater, huh?" He can't help but ask again as he practically holds Eddie in his arms. He's colder to the touch than a normal human, but Steve doesn't mind. He always runs a little hotter than most, so it balances out perfectly.

Eddie pulls back a little so he can look at Steve and points to Steve's chest with his claw.

"Me? What do I have to do with this? It's not one of mine, is it?"

Eddie shakes his head and his claw taps Steve's chest again, then points at himself and the ugly sweater.

"I'm sorry, Eds, I don't -"

The claw moves from his chest to his face and Steve holds still, his eyes crossing as it follows the deadly weapon. Eddie's finger touches his mouth, effectively shushing him, before the tip of the claw slips between his lips and pulls ever so gently at the right corner of Steve's mouth, forcing a crooked smile.

"Sssseve" Eddie hisses, the first words he's spoken since he returned not quite the same as before, and it clicks.

"You were trying to make me laugh?"

Eddie beams at him. "Ssseve," he says again, chirping with delight and Steve can't help but kiss him. Eddie freezes for a second under his mouth before kissing him back urgently as more sounds pour out of him between kisses, chirping and purring against Steve's mouth.

So what if Eddie came back a bit wrong? He came back to them. To Steve.

In his book, that's worth more than normal anyway.

[h4venpha]

Can we get some cuddling w/ uncanny vash? Like imagine he’s embarrassed you have to see him like this and reader just loving him a ton (cause it’s what he deserves)

𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𓂃 ⟡

uncanny vash x reader

headcanons to go along w it!!

cw: none

a/n: listened to a literal purring audio on youtube while writing this haha im losing it

“hey, can you uh– loosen up?” you ask, voice low as you nudge his shoulder softly. his long arms holding you tight against his chest, feather-like appendages wrapping and flickering against your waist. he has no body heat, and yet you feel overwhelmingly warm. vash barely registers your voice, yet his eyes open, a slight bluish glow emitting from his irises. but he doesn’t seem quite… awake yet.

“vash…?” you whisper, nudging his shoulder once more. the look in his eyes is faraway and unfocused, but as soon as you call his name, his eyes snap toward you. in the dark of the room, you have to remind yourself that it’s just him.

“mm?” vash hums, staring at you, eyes finally focusing on your face. it’s funny because you swore he was just asleep, yet his eyes and voice held no traces of sleep in them.

“loosen up a bit,” you blink sleepily at him, wiggling in his secure hold. of course you enjoy it when he holds you, but it can be overwhelming sometimes. his feathers constantly fluttering across your skin and his long limbs interlocking with yours.

vash continues to stare at you like he doesn’t understand your request. his abnormally long, forked tongue flickers out like a snake before he shakes his head, a distinct ‘no.’ to your surprise, he begins to squeeze you even tighter, pulling you in like he’s trying to absorb you into his body.

“v-vash, c’mon,” you squirm and try to at least wiggle your legs out, but he’s already wrapping his feathers around your calves, pulling you flush against him. he’s got you completely defenseless and weak, like a giant snake wrapping itself around its prey, ready to take a bite.

except just before you can scold him again, vash starts purring. a low, rumbling sound coming from within him. it’s coursing through your own body, his content purring vibrating throughout your chest. vash leans down and begins to rub his cheek on yours. he has no body heat, but you would bet if he did his face would be warm.

you sigh, body finally relaxing into his hold as you give up on trying to have your own personal space. and vash senses it immediately, chittering joyfully as you accept his love.

“happy, aren’t you?” you grumble out, nuzzling back against his face. and copying his unique ways of affection gets a high pitched chirp out of him, the purring increasing in volume.

vash’s feathers flicker rapidly against your arms and legs, content with your reaction. somehow, seeing this side of him was endearing: hearing him purr like this, practically feeling his heart– hearts? beating out of his chest for you. knowing he could switch from big, cuddly kitty to unsettling, creepy entity was more than enough for you to deal with close nights like these.

[hoodreader]

MY CAT’S CHART 💋

his birth date is approximative. this is what the foster told me and they were monitoring him since he was a couple weeks old, so i went with it.

menu — forms — readings open.

TAURUS SUN.

comfort over everything. and he gon lay on whatever make him feel comfy, he don’t gaf.

grooms himself. naps for like an hour. wakes up. then he grooms again. cycle continues.

he’s very patient. it takes a lot to get him to be upset with u. he don’t hiss or anything, he’ll complain meow when annoyed.

i have a very greedy cat. he is so loud and demanding when he wants to eat ur food.

PISCES MOON.

pretty shy and sensitive. he can be easy to overwhelm if u don’t know him.

he don’t like feeling smothered in any capacity and he don’t like being held too long. pushing him will cause him to hide.

he feels safe when given space (if u don’t know him) and then letting him decide if he wanna be closer. he’s a vibe reader.

very empathetic. when i was or felt sad, he’d always come in and check on me. he’d meow like “what’s wrong?” then just purr and lay with me. cats definitely aren’t always asocial.

because he’s so docile he usually won’t assert boundaries himself. i’d have to step in.

TAURUS MERCURY (Rx).

a real yapper. especially about food. makes sense b/c taurus rules the vocal chords.

makes a wide variety of sounds. chirps, chatters, trills (he sounds like a pigeon).

always purring. sometimes all i have to do is look at him and he’ll start purring.

his voice is light for the most part!

mercury is ur sense of community. Rx mercury people might be more on the shy side, and he prefers a small community.

CANCER VENUS.

a real cuddle bug. his love language is probably quality time or physical touch.

he is very clingy. will walk between my legs as i walk around. and i trip over him often.

he’s very sensuous in my opinion. he loves looking outside the window and loafing as he just takes the outside world in. very zen 🧘🏾

again loves to eat. food brings him great joy.

CANCER MARS.

conflict avoidant, but he can be territorial and defensive about whatever he considers to be his domain. he act like he run shit

the first day he met another dog, i saw a side of him i never seen. he puffed up big and crab walked, trying to dominate the energy.

my cat was definitely like “aight now…” like… i was pretty proud of him for trying!

but in tense situations, he kinda doesn’t hold his own. i remember i got a female cat (i surrendered her b/c the shelter thought it was best). she was lowkey hoeing him. 💀

ARIES JUPITER.

the shelter named him “Superman” because they said he was the bravest out of his litter mates, as he was born to a feral cat mother.

he is very adventurous and curious, despite his shyness. he just isn’t adventurous about people. but he loves to explore otherwise.

“carpe diem” is his expression for sure.

he’s so destructive though. and too curious sometimes. once he jumped on our closet shelf to knock down the muffins we purposefully hid from him. then he ate them

he also bit through my tarot cards

he jumped on the fridge and ate our baguette. imagine my shock when i saw the baguette with a cartoonish bite mark in it.

PISCES SATURN.

he appreciates a good nap. which is something i love. because one thang i know two thangs certain, he gon take a mf nap.

saturn shows how we rest / work. so his being in pisces really shows that he values the rest aspect of saturn.

he so hardheaded sometimes but that’s because (1) he has the comparable of a two year old but (2) he doesn’t believe in rules.

because well… he’s a cat.

but i love the way he doesn’t let my human values stop him from living his best life

and i love our chart energies.

his sun is conjunct my venus (in the eleventh house). like it’s giving best friends, lmao. his south node is conjunct my fifth house moon too, it’s giving we really been besties.

his south node is conjunct my bf/co guardian’s moon too. tbh we all are just super watery (lmao) so it’s a lot of emotion in our trio dynamic. i also love how his venus and mars is in my first house/in my bf’s eleventh house.

it’s wild cuz i deadass feel like this cat can read my mind sometimes. he just knows me. and i wish i could explain to him how much i love him.

i’ll love him to the end of time. he’s my best friend, confidant, and there will never be a cat like him. 🤍 the universe sent u to me. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

[madangel19]

Ghostober Day 5: Lingerie

Pairing: Cumulus/Cirrus featuring Swiss

Summary: Cumulus has a special surprise for Cirrus

Contains: Vibrating panties, nipple pasties, tiddy sucking, good ol' ghoulette lovin' :3

Kinktober prompt list by @kroas-adtam and ya'll can also read this on Ao3!

Word Count: 737

Enjoy!

I have a surprise for you, Cir. Cum to our room <3

That was the text that had Cirrus dropping her load of laundry and speeding to the ghoul den. Cumulus was always the best at surprising her. One of the many reasons why she adored her mate. Sometimes they came out of the blue or Cumulus would send her a text to come to their room. Whatever it was, it was going to be wonderful.

Cirrus sped past the main living quarters and went down the hallway. She could already smell the sweet arousal of her mate, making her mouth water. 

She turned a corner and stopped in her tracks when she saw Swiss stepping out of their room, humming to himself. He noticed her and he gave her a mischievous smirk. Cirrus would have been pissed, but she didn’t smell anything off. 

“Got her all ready for you, Cir. Enjoy your surprise,” he chuckled, giving her a thumbs up before walking past her. 

“Thanks,” Cirrus replied, watching him go. Nothing suspicious so far.

“Cirrus~,” an angelic voice sang from their room.

The ghoulette shook her head, a smile forming on her lips as she thought of the surprise. She opened the door and stepped in, removing her jacket. 

Cumulus was seated on the bed, her large black wings out and covering her body, her back facing Cirrus. Upon opening the door, Cumulus looked over at her and chirped softly as she turned her body, her wings still covering her. There was a faint buzzing in the air.

“Hey,” Cirrus started.

She was about to say something else before Cumulus opened her wings to reveal that she was tied up in red ribbon. Cirrus’s mouth dropped when her eyes went straight to the ribbon covering her barely contained breasts. It looked like they were going to break free at any second. Her arms were tied behind her back, but it didn’t look like she was uncomfortable. Swiss’s work. The ribbon dug into her plump flesh all over, making it look as if she could burst free from her ruby prison at any second.

Cirrus’s gaze went lower until she saw that Cumulus was wearing vibrating panties. They were already getting slick as Cumulus let out a perfectly soft moan as she wiggled her hips.

“What…What do you think of…of your surprise, Cir?” She asked, her cheeks going pink.

“I love it. You’re the perfect present, my little stormcloud,” Cirrus cooed, dropping her jacket and stripping her pants and top off before sitting next to her mate and taking her in. 

“Why don’t you start unwrapping your present, honey? Preferably my tits. Get them free before they break free on their own,” Cumulus giggled, her chest bouncing enticingly.

“Yes, ma’am,” Cirrus laughed as she used a single claw to cut the ribbon. It burst with a snap, freeing Cumulus’s tits. The first thing she noticed were the heart-shaped pasties on her nipples. They smelled like sugar and vanilla. 

“Another surprise,” Cumulus chimed.

“Fuck, I love your suprises. Got any more for me?” Cirrus asked before kissing her tenderly. Even her lips smelled and tasted like sugar.

“Maybe,” Cumulus purred, her tail moving around to wrap around her waist, keeping her close. 

Cirrus pulled away from the kiss, licking her lips and feeling sugar crystals on them. 

“You’re so sweet, Cumulus. The sweetest ghoulette ever,” she said, giving her breasts a squeeze before licking around the pasties. Cumulus chirped and purred in response, her wings twitching to and fro. Cirrus looked forward to turning her beloved into a sweet and sticky mess.

“Sweet just for you,” Cumulus moaned.

Cirrus smiled against her chest, her love for her growing stronger as she listened to how her mate’s heart raced. She reached around and freed her bound hands with ease. She knew Cumulus would want to hold her and didn’t want to keep her waiting.

“Thanks, love,” Cumulus said before wrapping her arms around her back and pulling her closer to her chest before straddling her. Cirrus simply hummed in response as she kept sucking on her breast. 

Moments passed and the pastie melted in her mouth, giving her access to her mate’s hard nipple. She licked around it, sucking harder as she looked up at Cumulus whose face was contorted in ravaging bliss as she let out a delightful chirp. 

“Beautiful,” Cirrus whispered before sucking on her other breast. 

[estellan0vella]

Ninja Cats and Disco Aliens Older Brother Sukuna AU HFBU

The three of you are basking in the lazy afternoon, sunlight filtering through the curtains. Sukuna's arm is draped over your shoulders, his fingers playing idly with your hair and your legs are draped over his lap, while Yuji is sprawled on the floor in front of the TV, surrounded by a mess of toys. The cartoon playing on the screen is one you've seen a hundred times, but Yuji's giggles make it worthwhile.

Suddenly, Yuji sits up, his big eyes filled with curiosity. "Suku, Y/N/N, why do dogs have wet noses?"

You glance at Sukuna, who raises an eyebrow and smirks. Here we go.

"Well, Yuji," Sukuna starts, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin, "dogs have wet noses because they're actually tiny aliens who use their noses to communicate with their home planet."

Yuji's eyes widen. "Really?"

You stifle a laugh, trying to look serious. "Oh yes, Yuji. They send messages back to their planet through their noses. That's why they sniff everything so much."

Yuji looks amazed. "Wow! That's so cool!"

Encouraged by his reaction, Sukuna continues. "And you know what else? When they wag their tails, it's because they're trying to send signals to the other alien dogs around them. It's like their version of talking on the phone."

Yuji nods enthusiastically. "That makes so much sense! But... what about cats? Do they send messages too?"

You exchange a quick glance with Sukuna, who's clearly loving this. "Cats," you say, trying to keep a straight face, "are actually secret ninjas. They're always sneaking around, spying on everyone to gather information."

Sukuna nods in agreement. "That's right. When they're purring, it's actually them recharging their ninja powers. And when they knead with their paws, they're practising their martial arts moves."

Yuji looks at you both, completely awestruck. "Ninja cats! That's awesome!"

Sukuna ruffles Yuji's hair. "Yep, and that's why they're always climbing on things and knocking stuff over. They're in training."

Yuji giggles, clearly enjoying these wild explanations. "What about birds? Why do they fly?"

You can't resist jumping in. "Birds fly because they're actually miniature superheroes. Their feathers give them special powers, and they're always out there saving the world from tiny villains."

Sukuna nods solemnly. "Exactly. And when they chirp, they're actually talking to their superhero headquarters. That's why they're so loud in the morning—they're getting their missions for the day."

Yuji's jaw drops. "Bird superheroes! That's so cool!"

Sukuna laughs, giving you a squeeze. "Yep, and that's why they're always so busy. They have a lot of bad guys to catch."

You lean your head on Sukuna's shoulder, smiling at Yuji's excitement. "Any other questions, Yuji?"

He thinks for a moment, then his face lights up. "Why do we get hiccups?"

You exchange another look with Sukuna, both of you struggling to keep straight faces. "Well," Sukuna begins, "hiccups happen because there's a tiny elf inside your stomach who's practising his drumming skills. Every time he hits the drum, you hiccup."

You burst out laughing, unable to hold it in anymore. "And sometimes the elf gets really excited and starts drumming really fast, which is why you get lots of hiccups in a row."

Yuji laughs too, clutching his stomach. "A drumming elf! That's hilarious!"

Sukuna grins, clearly proud of his creative answer. "Yep, so the next time you get hiccups, just tell the elf to take a break."

Yuji nods, still giggling. "Okay, I will!"

The cartoon ends, and Yuji jumps up, ready for more questions. "Why is the sky blue?"

You take a deep breath, trying to come up with something equally outrageous. "The sky is blue because it's actually a giant blueberry pancake that stretches all around the Earth. The sun heats it up, and that's why it looks so blue and delicious."

Sukuna nods sagely. "And sometimes, when it rains, it's because someone spilt syrup on the pancake, and it's dripping down to us."

Yuji looks absolutely delighted. "So when it's cloudy, does that mean there's whipped cream on the pancake?"

You nod, laughing. "Exactly! And thunder is just the sound of a giant fork cutting through the pancake."

Sukuna chimes in. "And lightning is when they put too much powdered sugar on it, and it sparks in the sky."

Yuji claps his hands, loving every bit of this absurd explanation. "That's amazing!"

The questions keep coming, each one more outrageous than the last.

"Why do stars twinkle?"

Sukuna's eyes light up. "Stars twinkle because they're actually disco balls hanging in space, reflecting light from cosmic dance parties."

You add, "And when they twinkle, it's because the aliens are having a really great time dancing."

Yuji giggles. "Disco aliens!"

The next question catches you a bit off guard. "Why do people snore?"

You take a moment to think, then grin. "People snore because there's a tiny trumpet player inside their nose, practising for a big concert."

Sukuna laughs. "And sometimes he gets really into it, which is why some people snore louder than others."

Yuji laughs so hard he falls over. "A trumpet player! That's so funny!"

The afternoon continues in this vein, with Yuji asking more and more ridiculous questions, and you and Sukuna coming up with increasingly bizarre answers.

"Why do plants grow towards the light?"

You answer, "Because they're actually solar-powered robots, and they need to recharge their batteries by soaking up sunlight."

Sukuna adds, "And when they bloom, it's because their battery is full, and they're ready to start their secret robot missions."

Yuji looks around the room, trying to find something else to ask about. "Why do fish swim?"

Sukuna smirks. "Fish swim because they have tiny jetpacks on their fins that propel them through the water."

You nod. "And when you see them jump out of the water, it's because they're testing their jetpacks to see how high they can go."

Yuji claps his hands again, thoroughly entertained. "Fish with jetpacks! That's so cool!"

You exchange a smile with Sukuna, both of you enjoying the sheer joy on Yuji's face. It's moments like these that make all the chaos and absurdity of life with Sukuna and Yuji so worthwhile.

As the afternoon turns into evening, Yuji finally starts to wind down, his energy fading. He curls up on the couch between you and Sukuna, his eyes heavy with sleep.

"Suku, Y/N/N, can I ask more questions tomorrow?"

You smile, brushing a hand through his hair. "Of course, Yuji"

Sukuna leans down, kissing Yuji's forehead. "Sleep tight, little man. Dream about all those ninja cats and disco aliens."

Yuji yawns, his eyes closing. "Goodnight, Suku. Goodnight, Y/N/N."

You watch him drift off to sleep, feeling a warm sense of contentment. Life might be filled with ridiculous questions and even more ridiculous answers, but with Sukuna and Yuji, it's also filled with love and laughter.

And as you snuggle closer to Sukuna, you know that you wouldn't have it any other way.

taglist - @sad-darksoul @thejujvtsupost

[gok1bvri72]

♥️♠️- Pseudo cat hybrid Lyney headcanons and just general ranting about Lyney-♠️♥️

Omfg if you have cats he gets so jealous

Any animals at all really

Frick if you just hang out around anyone he gets so jealous

Guess you just gotta stop hanging out with people 😔

If he smells anyone else on you you fricking bet he is gonna subtly make you smell like him again some how.

Offer you his mini cape, be particularly clingy that day, straight up do that cat thing where they rub themselves up against you.

You *will* smell like him and that's that.

Stroke his head and run your fingers through his hair PLEASE

I BEG OF YOU PLEASE DO IT FOR HIM

He simply ADORES physical affection and contact so if you are comfortable with it please PLEASE spoil him with it:(

He chirped once infront of you and you won't stop teasing him about it. (It was so cute tho:[)

You know that short "prreow" sound? Yeah he made that sound.

IT WAS SO CUTE RRRRRRAAAGHH

Hisses when it's just you or family around heehee

Kinda like a jokey-not-serious arguement between him and you or Lynette.

He and Lynette just start hissing at eachother and it's both adorable and hilarious💛💛💛

He might meow at you, get upset when you don't respond, realise he spoke cat at you and that you aren't Lynette, and then facepalm himself so hard from embarrassment.

At least you weren't in public.

Don't scratch him behind the ear in public btw he will start purring and get embarrassed; he only wants *you* to see that side of him and nobody else:(

Kinda unrelated but please just smooch him everywhere on the face please give him kisses he is so cute and beautiful and oml he deserves it so much I'm crying T^T

When he gets super sad and cries he just wants to be held and sometimes stops speaking english (or whatever language is called in Teyvat) entirely and just starts making sad cat sounds

You've only ever heard him make the iconic cat scream once and you will never forget it.

It was a beautiful sound.

Your ears were blessed that day.

Can't say the same about Lyney's pinkie toe however....

Will fall asleep in your arms within seconds, that being said he also loves to hold you

Sometimes you will lay down on your stomach and he will lay on top of you and just sleep like that

Will hold you so gently and if you press your ear up against his chest you can hear not only his steady heart beat but also feel the soft vibrations of him purring quietly

GOD I LOVE LYNEY SM I'M CRYING I NEED HIM IN MY LIFE I'M SOBBING AHHHHHH WHY AM I SUCH A SAD EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING

*Ahem* anyways

If he is holding you at night he is super warm and will run his finger through your hair until he falls asleep or you do

Why do I feel like you can't keep your lips off one another...

Like in a pg way!

You guys are just peppering little smooches all over each other's faces💫💫💫

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hiya!! Can u do pomni, jax and ragatha x cold bug reader who makes silly bug sounds plssz:33 tysm!!!!

Pomni, Jax, and Ragatha x reader who makes bug noises!

i wasnt sure what counts as bug noises and what doesnt so i kind of made guesses! hope thats okay anon! writing this between waiting for my bacon to cook so if i lose my train of thought every now and then in my writing thats why </3 todays plans are all wonky since i got stuff i need to do and stuff i wanna do

POMNI:

probably thinks its an actual bug making the sounds before she realizes its you! a little put off by it but thats only because i can kind of see pomni being vaguely scared of bugs though im on the fence about that one... that said i do think over time she associates those noises with you, and thus, comfort! visibly eases up when she hears you chirping; bonus if sometimes your noises are your version of a purr and you start making them while you two are cuddling. i think she'd just melt right into you... hmm.. given that i already made the purring comparison i like to think she falls asleep against you while you're doing a long drawn out set of chirps, just very slightly vibrating as you do so. very nice very comforting

RAGATHA:

i think she would find it cute! shes only scared of centipedes, after all! loves when you make chirping sounds when she pats your head or gives you scritches... i know you said bug noises but assuming the reader is also bug like, ragatha like scratching between your antennae. like a funky cat! i dont think she would draw much attention to your noises, especially if theyre involuntary; though i think every now and then she might let a comment slip on how she thinks its endearing... hmmm... just dont make cricket sounds at night or when someone tells a bad joke it will drive her nuts/j

JAX:

speaking of cricket sounds, imagine making the noises when jax tells a really bad joke or one of his pranks fall flat. it drives him nuts, but he'll play it off with a half hearted "boooooo" and a thumbs down... you start using it as a subtle means to keep him in line/from going too far with his pranks/j except i think that might actually work though im unsure of the ethics behind that. i think sometimes he teases you for your noises, and i think this simply comes with being with jax but expect nicknames based on your bug like qualities. playfully swats you with a rolled up piece of paper every now and then. might sometimes subconsciously mimic your sounds. cant explain that one i can just see it

[skele-bunny]

Aurora, Dewdrop and Phantom are this 🤏 tiny and i can imagine the others panicking because they cannot find these pocket sized ghouls meanwhile they are all probably cozy in a small crevice between the wall and a wardrobe. Hope ya having a good day so far!

-🎃

Hi pumpkin! You too!!

OughiGii they love each other so much. Dewdrop has a thing for scruffing the newly summons and tucking them away for cuddle time. It's no different with Aurora and Phantom, they're just more likely to experience his nesting cravings plus general protectiveness!

They're all about the same height, and he has a hidden nest deep within him and Aether's closet to the side for when he needs alone time. Well, he needs it! But he also needs to make sure his ghouls are okay, too! Just finds each of them, scruffs, and drags to the nest. He gets right in the middle so they're curled up against his sides and he can hold them.

Rory drools a lot, just right against his collar bone and hand gripping Dew's shirt like no tomorrow LMAO. She loves scenting on him and how warm he'll get in temperature for them. Newlys are quick to coldness as they're still adapting to Topside temperatures, so Dew always accommodates! Sometimes she'll start purring and sets off a purring chain

Phantom is completely koala-ing Dew's side. Got a leg over his waist, hugging his torso and kneading ever so slowly. Sometimes his wings will twitch in his sleep and smacks Dewdrop's arm (he's gotten used to it at this point.) He'll mewl if Dew tries moving his hand, but goes right back to silence.

The others are freaking out thinking they've all gotten into trouble, searching all of Dew's normal hiding spots even near the lake and then Aether just "!! Wait!!" Runs to the closet and quietly opens it, pushes their hung up clothes and sighs at what he sees. Dew is holding onto them so tightly, all taking a nap, and a purring chain is set off. Tails are intertwined in a messy bundle, and every now and then you'll hear chirps coming from the bundle of appendages. Slowly closing the door back and making sure to tell everyone to not disturb them.

[durge-marzio]

I'll be storing all of my glacio headcanon/info dumps here

post will consistently update

Ship: Gale Dekarios x Marcio Leles (Tav) Ship Name: Glacio Name Origin:

Headcanons

[1]

Gale will read aloud or info dump to Marcio to help him fall sleep (or if he notices Marcio is having a fit in his sleep). Sometimes, Gale does this without even realizing it, because he sleep talks. It makes Marcio feel safe <3

Reasoning:

Tav has been shown to consistently get little good sleep—if they get any, that is—thanks to bad dreams or restlessness.

Gale canonically talks in his sleep.

[2]

In the chronicles timeline, Gale is around 26. Marcio is 30. The reasonings below were presented when I was doing some Sword Coast research.

Reasoning:

Tw/ implied grooming for this one

Gale was scouted out at 8 by Elminster.

There was a lot of weird timeline stuff regarding when Mystra was reformed—leaving Gale anywhere between 25-35 years old. Some theorize he’s a similar age to Elminster, but Morena is still alive, so I highly doubt it.

Gale mentioned that he was a child prodigy when Mystra. The word revealed was the biggest red flag, and I immediately looked up if Gale was implied to be groomed.

I found this post and it made me disgusted in Mystra forever:

On a more light-hearted note, I saw a headcanon that looks older than his 20s due to the orb draining his life force. I liked that! So, it's canon in the Tav Marcio Chronicles.

[3] Tieflings sometimes have animal-like behavior due to their devil bloodline. I'll make a guide to how I interpret tielfing tail language in the future.

I mostly associate Marcio with cat behavior thanks to my roommate's comments when I told her tielfings are implied to have no control over their tail movement. Marcio's tail might lift or wag when happy, he purrs or chirps, he has a tendency to curl up when sleeping, etc.

[4] Gale was born a sorcerer.

Reasoning:

His charisma starts off decently high.

Gale says he's been able to do magic for as long as he can remember.

I've seen some compare his fireball at age 8 to a Storm Sorcerer, which checks. He knew how to speak Ignan (Primordial), an ability a Lvl 1 sorcerer gets.

I found this book in the Goblin Camp, Magic of the Weave - An Introduction:

So, this means that Gale probably just prefers to call himself Wizard based off of this standard.

Mystra says all of his power was taken from him by the Karsite Weave. She also compares the power to a storm right before hand. Interesting...

Info Dumping

[1]

Tiefling’s tail movement is implied to be involuntary (you aren’t allowed to try and stop moving it when your tail movement scares the wolf in the Druid Grove).

My friend compared it to a cat’s tail movement, and now that’s canon in my mind—tielfings having shared behavior with cats. This includes purring, which I think is fitting for Gale—to fall in love with a Marcio who can purr.

Marcio is also a Mephistopheles Tiefling, meaning he has an affinity to magic. I think it would be funny for that to be a sense of “love at first sight” for Gale, possibly just sensing the magic radiating off of Marcio.

For Marcio, it was just that Clone High meme: “I like your funny works magic man.” 💕

[2]

It’s a little poetic that Marcio is a Mephistopheles tielfing trying to keep Gale away from the Crown’s corruption, and Mephistopheles is the devil that kept the Crown from Raphael.

[3]

I broadcast my gameplay on the living room TV for my roommates to watch. Recently, one of them saw that Marcio carried a little bag of magical items—his reasoning being, “just in case Mystra takes away his ability to control the orb”. My friend said it was Marcio carrying period products for his boyfriend, just in case.

So, trans Gale valid and you might see it from time to time! 🏳️‍⚧️

✨ I've decided that Gale, in the Tav Marcio Chronicles, is cis, though. Marcio, on the other hand, is trans.

[4]

Marcio’s eyes remind Gale of the weave sometimes. They also glow in the dark, which is terrifying to wake up to sometimes.