#tails sewed those patches

[zeiktreats]

Wanted to doodle the goober in a few different outfits! This is the only one I've done so far,,, it's v fun,,,

[solargeist]

CREATURE

i just think he's neat

@solargeist

[thylacines-toybox]

Dandelion (he/they)

A 'baby toy' thylacine made by modifying an already pretty thylacine-like tiger found on eBay in April 2025. Since he had such cute baby vibes, I sewed magnets into the mouth so he can have a dummy.

The original tiger only had a few additional stripes on the head and tail to remove, but this still took a lot of careful unpicking! The fabric itself is quite delicate and easy to rip tiny holes in.

Pile of thread fluff. You can see the embroidery did leave an imprint in the fur too. I gave these areas some washing and scrubbing to help fluff the fuzz back up.

The tail tip was originally embroidered too, but I wasn't fond of its look so ended up replacing it with a scrap of orange fabric from another thylacinification project I was also working on... happened to be very similar textured!

The face stripes left a faint imprint too. I adjusted the muzzle shape slightly by stitching down between the sides to narrow it.

I gave them two magnets in their mouth, placed at either side of the central seam as they'd work better without the extra bulk in the way. They're sewn into a pocket of thin lining fabric, stitched in place in the middle of the seam so you can't see any evidence from outside.

The dummy is just a regular baby's one with the teat cut out and replaced with magnets. I applied a big blob of hot glue first, letting it cool slightly before pressing the magnets on and peeling them off again. This makes a nice level surface to more securely superglue the magnets onto!

I can't seem to find much about the toy brand. Its label only said 'TCM, 22290 Hamburg' (and searching for TCM tiger brings up sad things.)

The tag also advised you to 'remove wood wheels before washing' which explains why there were velcro patches on their tummy! I removed those, but unfortunately there were holes left in the delicate fabric underneath. Did my best to stitch them up neatly, but there are still scars! Ah well.

[cheesycatz]

The Making of: Life-Size Malworm Plush

(Wormton AU)

STATS

16 ft 3 in (495 cm) long

Total time: 150 hours

Material Cost: $124

Theoretical minimum cost (based on seamstress wage): $2,524

(Progress photos and commentary below)

I'll be referring to my life-size wormton plush as "malworm" for convenience sake.

Unlike my Spamton NEO, Caine, and Fake Peppino plushies, I didn't spend a lot of time on concept art. Since I planned to make the malworm plush as close as possible to its 2D design, I didn't have to add much stylization, other than simplifying some details (no way in hell was I going to make 104 separate embroidered stitches for the segments of his toes, sorry). I mainly used the planning stage to calculate how wide the body pieces needed to be, plotting it out in 1/4 in : 3 in scale and using circumference formula to find the values I needed. I planned to make it around 10 feet long, the length of a young adult malworm. A lot of this project was improv, but, I mean, it wasn't my first or second or third time making a spamton centipede.

The head was quite a complicated shape, so I carved a tiny model out of craft foam, covered one half of it in masking tape, then cut the masking tape mask (hah) into flat pieces. I then traced the pieces onto graph paper and manually scaled them up by using the fact that I wanted the nose to be 1 ft long as reference. The rest of the pattern pieces were very simple, as wormton's teeth, body, legs, etc were very easy to translate into 2D shapes. I used old school notes as paper for the body, as I needed a lot of it. It was entertaining cutting exerpts of Moby Dick and English Renaissance biographies into body parts. I ended up making the body significantly longer; I had to spend $100 dollars on fur anyways, so why not make a maximum size one?

Making the pattern pieces took around 8 hours. While waiting for the fur to ship, I started cutting out the teeth, legs, and eyes. By the time the fur arrived, I had already sewn 36 worm teeth. I did an 11hr all-nighter to cut all the fur in one sitting the day it arrived. After a long vacuuming session and an uptake in the amount of polyester fiber in my lungs, I finished cutting the pieces, taking about 18 hours and 40 minutes.

As usual, the head was the first thing I worked on. It was...kind of wonky once I flipped it inside out. I trimmed some of the fur so that I could actually see what was happening. The main issues were the lack of any forehead, the nose being way too wide, and the cheeks being too flat. I did some ladder stitching as well as modifying the thing from the inside, and eventually made the head look much better. The cheeks still don't stick out that much still, but I'm happy with how the head looks now. I think it conquered the sopping wet owl resemblance. I inserted wire into the nose and jaws to help them keep their shape.

When I started this project, I wasn't sure whether to make it based off of Wormton or just a copyright-free malworm; I decided to do both. I went with red for the non-Spamton version, as I think it really fits the cartoony fly/mothman-style cryptid look malworms are supposed to have.

I sewed a square pouch into the throat and put in all those teeth. I used hot glue to wrap blue squares around a wire for the proboscis, because I think I would've gone bonkers cuckoo bananas if I had to hand sew that entire thing. The throat pouch holds the proboscis when it's not extended, as well as anything else I wanted to shove in there. I never measured it, but it's around 4-5 ft long. I finally made the Spamton... eye patches(?) and a pair of eyelids, though I didn't end up using them in the photo shoot. I also made a new pair of nostrils, as the old ones kind of got swallowed up from all the plastic surgery I was giving him

Now that the head was finished, I got to work on the body. I sewed the white belly and segments of the body together. I left most of the tail open, as the fur was too thick for me to flip it out at a certain point. I worked on the legs, next. After living out my cosplay dreams by putting the claws on my fingers like bugles chips, I grouped the claws together and sewed most of each leg and foot together, leaving me with many pairs of charred drumsticks (did not taste good)

I attached an extra long wire structure into each set of claws, then threaded the wire through each respective leg and stuffed them. I ladder stitched the claws to each foot, then stuffed each with some plastic beans in order to give the feet weight. I then finished sewing each foot shut. I now had a pile of disembodied limbs and one very long scarf.

I wound many long pieces of wire together to create an armature for the body. While the plush's body is way too heavy to be properly posable, the wire does still give some structure. I wrapped the extra long ends of the legs' wires to the metal spine, using the body's leg holes for reference. I then pulled the body up the metal armature like a sock.

I pulled the legs through their respective holes and stuffed the body. It was the first time the malworm was huggable! It's sort of like an oversized body pillow, in a way. I had to ladder-stich all the limbs, the head, and the rest of the tail, as it would've been completely impossible to flip inside out. It was quite difficult to do on furry fabric, and my thread frequently broke from the force I had to pull with to keep the stitches tight. Eventually, I got everything attached to some degree.

The last details I worked on were the mane, tail tufts, and scopula pads. The mane and tail tufts were ladder stitched onto the body, but I decided to use glue to attach the pads to the feet. I think the extra blue details make his proboscis fit much better, and who doesn't love spider paw pads? I also glued some velcro to the eye patches so that they stay attached better. They slide under the black eye rings.

My malworm was finally finished! I tried to put a lot of effort into the photo shoot so that people who don't know about the AU can enjoy it. I wanted to make it seem like some weird entity whose only goal is obtaining more Spamton brainrot. Hence it making Spamton on Mario Kart DS under the bed, obsessing over the Spamton Plush, inspecting the Spamton Shrine, and just generally harassing the photographer (me, I guess?). I wanted to capture the silliness, creepiness, and lack of respect for personal space that Spamton is known for. I thought about giving him a bag of doritos under the bed like that one image of the isopods eating them, but went with the DS instead. I thought it would be funny to see this thing playing Super Mario 64 DS (or Super Spamton 64) and here the "buh bye!" sound effect when it closes the DSi XL.

That's all from me, for now. I have other Wormton related matter to attend to.

Don't let the parasitic Spamton larvae bite

[alaveii]

dan heng headcanons bcuz hoyo finally let my boy back into the spotlight

dh checks over his teammates all the time. even if he knows logically that nothing is wrong, his eyes will rove over their heads, their forearms, their midsections, and hands. anywhere he can see is evaluated at least twice in 20 mins.

he regularly seeks out exits. a habit left over from being chased by blade, or maybe due to his isolation in the shackling prison, he always assesses any space he’s in for every escape route.

connected to the previous point, this habit of his has shifted to accommodate march, welt, himeko, and the trailblazer as he became more comfortable with them. the most ideal exit went from “what he could escape through fastest” to “what we could get out through quickest without straining welt’s joints, or tripping up march, etc.” thin walls are also now a viable escape route for him as well now, due to the trailblazer’s raw strength and (semi) lack of inhibitions

when he first joined the express, he complemented himeko’s coffee. its not that he genuinely liked it, and he’s fairly certain it nearly returned him to an egg, but she offered and he couldn’t bring himself to deny or insult anything from the woman who gave him a home. when he drinks it now, the strain on his digestive tract is temporarily balanced out by the warm feeling of home and nostalgia, reminding him of when he first boarded the astral express.

in his IL form, his eyes, antlers, and tail fur glow faintly in the dark

he gets chronic migraines. whether caused from nightmares or shitty sleep, they creep up on him slowly before striking hard. the pain goes from ignorable to almost unbearable within minutes, and it’s during these migraines that he least appreciates his natural form. not out of body dysmorphia (like was for most of his time pre luofu arc), but because of the heightened senses and glowing features. they add to the pain, but switching forms usually only makes the migraine worse

dh is, in many ways, more like baiheng than dan feng. while he shares df’s icy exterior, features, and battle prowess, he also is notably more likely to tease and poke at his teammates. he has an odd streak for luck, running into danger just as easily as he gets away from it. he shares baiheng’s low, almost unnoticeable wanderlust and love of travel. he has a hotheadedness in battle reminiscent of the foxian pilot, fast and aggressive but never, ever, putting their family in danger. most prominently, dh and baiheng share an intense curiosity towards their fields of interest, and unwavering love and loyalty to those they hold dear.

dan heng, before march showed up, was very quiet. he rarely ever spoke unless spoken to, and if he did, it was short and quiet. welt and himeko rejoiced in seeing him open up when march boarded, growing into a snarky, protective, brotherly figure.

in his IL form, he has retractable claws. he usually keeps them hidden away, both for convenience (as he’s still learning to work with them) and due to insecurity.

he also has scales, though they’re sparse and scattered underneath his clothing. the biggest patch is at his shoulder, under his large sleeve. he has far fewer scales than df did, who kept most of his hidden under his fully-covered outfit.

dh found himself latching onto himeko the most often when he first boarded, and later the trailblazer as they grew closer. their natural heat was soothing to him, so he subconsciously started drifting to them when he needed comfort.

dh, after getting comfortable with his true form, found himself often lounging near, next to, or even sprawled over the rest of the express crew. he found another love language in physical contact, which his family happily indulged

the staff of herta space station are under the impression that dh is “the mom friend” or “the responsible one” of the trailblaze trio. he is not. he once lost his hotel room keys 3 times in one day. welt later sewed a clasped loop on the inside of his coat for him to attach his keys. him getting involved in a dubiously legal fighting ring (*cough* belobog *cough*) is not a first time occurrence, and will likely not be the last.

dh sometimes dreams of the good times with the hcq. he appreciates these, they make the quintet seem less like legends and more like people.

dh’s favorite dreams are of domestic moments with his express family.

[ashyblondwaves]

Glad you liked the last prompt, quick question do these have to be canon or canon divergent prompts?

Prompt time:

Katniss whilst not knowing why, takes the hungry black kitten home along with its golden puppy friend, why the reformed hob has an adoption centre is beyond her. But it turns out her heart didn't just grow fonder for Peeta

Hey! These can be canon, canon divergent or AU. I write them all :)

This is such a CUTE little prompt! I hope I've done it justice.

Ash and Gold

I went to the Hob for sewing needles, not a half-starved kitten with a death glare and a golden puppy that tried to lick my face off. This is what I get for refusing to part with my favorite pair of hunting pants. 

Sure, it would’ve been easy to just order a new pair of pants, but old habits die hard, and I was hell-bent on fixing the pair I already had. Waste not, want not, my mother always said. I just needed the needles, now here I am walking home carrying a screaming onyx ball of fluff and his happy golden companion as she trots next to me.  

The Hob is sort of a community hub since the war ended, hosting events for anything from needlework to the pet parade; which I didn’t realize was today. 

As soon as I walked in, that golden puppy hopped toward me like she was walking on hot coals and insisted I pay attention to her. Close behind was this sad looking little ball, its tiny tail sticking straight up as it ambled behind his golden friend. 

“Looks like you’ve got some friends,” Greasy Sae observed as she filled a metal bowl with some sort of slop and set it down in a meowing box. “Those two are a package deal, though. If you want one, you gotta take both.” 

“I don’t want to take either one,” I said defensively. “I don’t do pets.” 

But then I kept watching them. That golden pup picking up her toy and trying to share it with the kitten even though the toy was bigger than the pups friend. Then the kicker, the moment that sealed the deal, when the puppy found a patch of sun leaking in through the window and curled up and that kitten immediately flocking to the pup to curl up with her. 

“Package deal, you say?” I asked, kneeling down in front of the two unlikely friends. “How much for them?”

“Take ‘em both, and they’re yours,” Greasy Sae said. 

It was then that the little golden lady leapt up and started licking my face. Surprisingly strong for only a couple of months old, she knocked me down and took up residence on my chest as her little friend toddled our way. I sat up, the little pup moving to my lap, and scooped up the kitten. 

“Well,” I said, observing the scowl that the kitten had painted on his little face. “You’re not as ugly as Buttercup. And he can teach you to hunt.” 

Now, I’m walking home with a kitten in my coat and the bounciest puppy I’ve ever seen right on my heels. I barely get the door open before the puppy wriggles inside like she owns the place, her nails skittering against the floorboard as her tail sweeps everything in her path.

Peeta looks out from the kitchen, flour smudged on his cheek and a towel slung over one shoulder. 

“Katniss,” he says slowly, his eyes drifting from me to the animals and back again. “Did you—”

“They followed me,” I said, before he could finish.

“They followed you?” He repeats skeptically. “Is that why the kitten is wrapped up in your jacket? “Besides, I know it’s the pet parade and the Hob today.” 

“Okay, fine,” I grind out, setting the kitten on the floor. He’s immediately distracted by a dust mote. “There was something about them. I couldn’t leave them there.” 

Peeta crouches down as the puppy launches herself at his feet and the kitten, now intrigued with Peeta, circles suspiciously.

“So much for not doing any more pets,” Peeta says with a laugh as the puppy stands on her hind legs and licks his cheek. 

Once recovered, Peeta sets down two mismatched bowls filled with leftover deer and crouches next to the animals as they tear into dinner like they haven’t eaten in days. I lean against the doorway, arms crossed, pretending I’m not smiling at the three of them. 

“So,” Peeta says, glancing over his shoulder. “What are you calling them?”

“I’m not planning to name them,” I reply. “They’ll just get attached.”

Peeta raises an eyebrow. “I think you’re already attached.”

I ignore that.

The golden puppy sits back on her haunches, tongue lolling, her tail thudding against the floor like a drumbeat. Her ears are too big for her head.

“She’s ridiculous,” I mutter. “Like a marigold growing in cement.”

“Marigold it is,” Peeta says with a grin. 

The kitten, still chewing dramatically on a scrap of meat, pauses to shoot a venomous glare in our direction.

“What about him?” Peeta asks.

“Ash,” I reply easily as I study the little menace. 

“Because he’s black?” Peeta asks, tilting his head. 

“Because he’s what's left after the fire,” I say, then frown. “That came out darker than I meant.”

Peeta gives me a look that says, you’re incorrigible, but he doesn’t push it. 

“Ash and Marigold,” he repeats. “Package deal.”

Later that night, the fire burns low, the sound of embers popping the only thing you can hear above Marigold’s snoring and occasional tail thumping, her head resting against Peeta’s foot. Ash is curled up like a comma between Marigold’s front paws, cocooned like he’s got the best protector in the world. Peeta hasn’t moved in an hour, careful not to disturb them. 

I watch him in the dim light, his hand resting lightly on my thigh, the corner of his mouth tilted in that near-smile he wears when he thinks no one is looking.

“You’re good at this,” I murmur.

“At what?” he asks, his eyes soft and brilliant in the firelight.

“All of it.”

Peeta doesn’t answer, just reaches out and brushes his fingers over my thigh, grounding and warm.

I don’t pull away.

I let the warmth of the room wrap around us, and the quiet settles into something comfortable and steady. My hand finds Peeta’s without thinking, fingers brushing against his. The world outside might still be fractured, but in this little house, with Ash and Marigold curled up beside us, it feels whole. For the first time in a long time, I don’t think either of us feels lost. 

[skygoldart]

ETHO S10 COSPLAY

It’s mostly done so here’s the progress

The design:

I created this design using the fandom headcannon that Etho is a fox hybrid and combined that with the Japanese themes this season to make a kitsune hybrid, putting the red accents into the white fur.

The vest

I patterned the vest using plastic wrap and duct tape and then made a mock-up with an old curtain I had laying around.

I got some pink and green fabric (pink to tie in with @basic-amoeba ‘s s10 Joel cosplay) and found some green scraps with a cool ornamental pattern on them to put across the shoulder blades.

Not bad for a first time making an article of clothing by myself.

The mask

I wanted the eye scar to show from a distance so I hand embroidered red thread extending down from where the makeup scar is drawn

The pants were bought for the cosplay but I did sew on some pink ribbons to tie in the pink more into the costume.

The tail and ears!

I have a lot of fun sewing fur projects and tails with patterns are especially fun.

To make a patterned tail, I first draw out the design to scale on a large piece of paper. I then cut out all the pieces that are different colors, labeling which directions the fur goes and what color they are.

I use those pieces as patterns to trace and cut out twice of the fur fabric.

Next, I blanket stitch around all the edges on each side where the fur pattern belongs. Since it’s being hand sewn, not much seam allowance is necessary.

I sew the two pieces together and brush down the fur to check that the pattern is symmetrical.

Since the tail does have a pattern, it requires shaving and trimming around the markings to make them stand out and look sharper.

The difference it makes:

Last few steps involve sewing on a double elastic loop for a belt, then stuffing it.

If I wanted a more stable tail, I would have added a flat base to go against my back and without it, it moves a lot more

The ears are made by tracing out the shape of the ear(unfolded) into fur, lining the inside with a wire and thin eva foam. They are carefully trimmed and then drawn on with a pastel. I forgot to seal with with hairspray so the wig now has some pink patches where the ears go.

To add the markings and tufts, I simply glued red fur patches on and trimmed the fur to match the fur around it. I later added hairspray to shape the tufts and inner ear fur.

Some last details

The headband:

I made the headband using a tube of pink fabric that has been ironed flat with some shaped and painted Eva foam as the headband. I used a dremel to carve the hearts as well as adding scratches and dents for weathering.

Contacts:

I only wear one contact with this cosplay and it is a red mini sclera

This cosplay still has some things to add, but it’s at a good point to show how far it’s come!

[fountian-of-youth]

File update

Entity/z- o13253

Name

Allo Bernila Dalisay nanol

Sex

Female (identified male )

Gender preference

Male

Pronouns

He/him

Age

27

Race

Filipino

Personality

Snarky, sarcastic , sassy with hostile asshole behaviors but has been seen to be calm or tired at moments with a caring parental /brotherly love and soul . Basically tired dad 24/7

DNA/ mutations

Sea angel, tendril tongues, black fanged teeth and tail n wings

Ability

Hyper regenerative healing, breath under water, flexible , toxic

Weakness

physically the same as a human so easily hurt and damaged especially his tail and wings, a paper clip can slice through those. Basically Fragile body , eyes sensitive to bright lights or annoying flashing light, can't see well in the dark. Downside of healing super fast means he feels the pain of every fiber of his body being mended back which can exhaust him to passing out. He's easy prey if you catch him off guard only toxic when someone bites him or tries to eat his flesh. Memory loss which can result into him mutating into a monster form momentarily (can become permanent if loose all memories)

Appearance

5.2 with short dark chocolate hair , yellow eyes with slitted pupils, tan with hints of lighter skin tone around the face and hands. Round but slim jaw and lean body frame with slight muscle but mostly skinny frame. Wears typically dark blue hoody and pants n shirt, black vest strap, a belt with customized eye on it. Black face mask and a black hat with glowing parts that matched the glowing accents of his outfit and combat boots.

Family ties

Father (deceased, mother (deceased , brother (deceased ), aunts and uncles or related family (estranged/ deceased )

Criminal history

Hit n run , murder proven guilty Sentence/jail time. A cover up made for his kidnapping.

Additional information

can do medic Work and CPR basic wound care, ASL, knows how to comfort and care for autistic spectrum kids/ people due to him being his brother's caretaker. Can sew clothes up too. Knows how to cook and clean really well. gardening

History

growing up allo was raised in a very pampered stern love in his family. His parents were never the best in money and had to constantly work to earn things either by selling things from his mum's side store below their apartment. Or from his father's jeepney business (think of buss but on a jeep all painted and sparkled out ). When he was old enough to help out at age 12 his parents taught him sternly to keep the house clean and to cook so when the day ends the family can eat dinner together. Most time dinner was just fish and rice they were able to get / buy. When he grew to be more older at 17 his parents slowly started to get better financial but still held stern to the way allo lived. Even asking allo to at least help out by working as a part time house cleaner. So when he earned money he can pay them for his school bills and such when really his parents were keeping the money safe to give to allo when he was an adult. Since allo wanted to get good money and always wanted to help his family when he graduated highschool. He went straight for medical school mostly nursing and health care where he learned to help kids out.

This lead to him earning good money once he graduated and plus with his parents giving his money back he was able to buy a home. A nice little tropical beach house in a cleaner part of his home. This was about the time allo's parents revealed they were gonna have another child. Which worried allo cause his mother was past birth safety but knew he couldn't speak out much. After his mother gave birth to his brother there was some complications as during the birth a emergency c section was conducted. Now allo 's brother was healthy and ok when taken out but the doctors found out allo's mum had undiagnosed uteruses cancer.

Stage 3 ones. When allo's mum was patched up and the news given the family was left horrified as allo's mum had at most two years to live. But even with this allo mum was strong and helped the family stay positive. For the two years she lived allo helped his parents by staying with them for a bit to help with his mum's treatment and to aid in raising his baby brother. When his mother passed allo had to help raise his baby brother with his father. When Leo (allo's brother ) was at age four another accident happened. Allo's father had a heart attack and passed away leading allo to getting sole custody for his baby brother. From there he discovered Leo's autism causing allo to raise and care for his baby brother with more care. He even learned sign learned sign language to help speak with his baby brother seeing him struggle with words when Leo was overstimulated. For four years allo would raise his brother giving him nothing but love and care to help Leo express himself. Either by helping the kiddo swim at lakes and oceans to see the wildlife there. Allo was very cautious of bOx jelly fish due to the dangers and his brother's safety. To help his baby brother have a good childhood especially in the school he enrolled his brother in that helps kids like him understand society and some abilities to learn to work.

This came to end in a hit and run accident that acquired when allo was driving his car to take himself and Leo to the lake again since Leo wanted to see some fishes and swim in the hot summer days. A drunk driver that was driving same day and time as them hit the card from the side and sent the vehicles rolling to as top over the road. The damage done and being directly impacted Leo passed away from his injuries when allo helped him out and tried to perform CPR to keep Leo alive, he lost his brother at age 21. Since that incident he was sent home to wait for any trail over the case since allo pressed charges for man slaughter against the other person. He waited two months for any call back until one night he woke up after hearing vehicles pull up to his home, peaking through the blinds to his room he spotted armored vehicles. Soldiers dressed to the max with weird helmets and a tall brute of a commanding officer in charge order his capture. In a panic allo grabbed his phone , opened the window to slip onto the roof off his house. Being careful to not be spotted by anyone as his house was raised in. With a heart racing he took his chance bit by bit to hop to the ground unnoticed and once in the clear he bolted for the woods near his home trying to desperately call for help. Only ....to find the cell phone range was being blocked in his area .. a sharp pain hit him from behind and the next thing he knew he was knocked out. That how he end up waking at urban shade and suffering under kraken's hold. The same person who caused the crash that killed his brother and now the person who abused him daily along with kraken's husband. He knew they were doing something to his body, each experiment and each trail just gave him the icks. One day ..he decided to try and run away successful escaping his cell only to be caught laughed at by kraken who said .

"If you so clever to make such a desperate escape attempt ...maybe I should give you a trail to escape " in a mocking manner. Leading to allo being sent to the blacksite. Within half a year of being there allo didn't realize he was set to die. ..kraken having planned one room for him to walk in and....boom. the fountain of youth serum in his system didn't just heal his body ...it mutated and gave him his new features he be stuck with for a other three years. Bitter and angry he's sassy asshole who found a way to be a chef in the blacksite. You give him data and he'll give you food to eat and take on the road ...of course he has some kids and pets he keeps secret and hidden safe away in his makeshift room. And his kindness as a doctor didn't go away ...he tried to help when he can he's just got bit of a mouth about it. ....he hates urban shade with a passion now .

[faggy-thing]

Hello !! May wi req an upgraded bah of a monster-y (??) alter who purposefully acts more animalistic than it really is ? Like , just to mess with people , will make animal noises or screech , then just chuckle and go "just kidding :) hi" ? :P Ideally with xenine genders , and not really a "normal" monster species ? Like not a werewolf or vampire or gargoyle or anything like those ... just some random partially-humanoid creature who loves to mess with humans .. maybe also really likes hot weather (we live in the devil's armpit ...) SO SORRY IF THIS WAS A LOT !! tysm in advance !!

Mischievous Chimera Headmate ~

Names: Sol, Altan, Dawn, Flash, Onyx, Roswell, Eerie, Fox, Jester

Pronouns: it/its, xe/xem, thon/thons, fi/fer, grim/grims, sun/suns, blaze/blazes, claw/claws, shine/shines

Orientation: aroacespike, aegosexual, xaniee, sex/romance indifferent

Gender: sunfiregender, sparkanimalic, fireworkgender, jestercreature, bitian, trinketforestic, chaosgender, monsummer, monsterosic

Presentation: neutral/xenic

Roles: jokestar, confidence holder, phobiecutor, feralmate, prankster, stim holder

Sign-offs: 🦂🐺☀️🛤️📌⁉️⚡️👺

Age: ageless (but acts like a big)

Likes: hot weather, halloween, scary movies, summertime, being outside, stimming, cryptids, piercings, ragged/patchy clothes, scaring people, pulling pranks, bugs, sewing, making pins, gossip, and body modifications

Dislikes: school, work, being serious, enclosed spaces, sweet foods, cleancore, normality, big cities, routines, being picked on, celebrities, and modern technology

Aesthetics: cryptidcore, cluttercore, cowboycore, punkcore, weirdcore, starflesh

Appearance: Sol is a anthro chimera made up of a black coyote head, an olive-green snake head, a lion body, and a russet scorpion tail. It is very large and tall, and uses its imposing stature to its advantage. It wears a lot of piercings, such as a bridge piercing, multiple ear piercings, lip piercings on either side of both its mouths, and eyebrow piercings. As for clothes, they’re mainly modified ragged dark coloured clothes; its favourite being a black jean jacket covered in patches of different colours, patterns, and symbols. It doesn’t care much for matching colours or aesthetics, so more times than not it’ll have very mismatched outfits.

[pynkhues]

correct me if i'm wrong but don't the actors have to completely shave before putting on modesty garments? so unless the network is allowing frontal nudity, the actors would have to wear protective underwear for all their nude scenes so i think that could be a technical explanations for why we don't see lestat's pubic hair. i don't think that amc is even allowed to show pubic hair on screen?

it's possible that they'll connect it with magnus, but for me the fact that lestat has hairless chest but still visible leg and armpit hair, unlike book marius who was completely waxed, and that sam also shaved for the newsreader means that it's likely just sam conforming to the current beauty standards for men. there's a lot pressure for leading actors to have waxed chest and abs. and yes louis has chest hair but he's also not a physical character in a way that lestat is, if that makes sense? i'm not even talking about the pressure from the network, but internal pressure from actors themselves, like sam would want lestat to look sexy by today's modern standards. for me, it's kinda in the same category as women in historical movies having no body hair, you just have to suspend your disbelief to enjoy it.

No, they don’t have to completely shave at all, anon. In fact, they might not even have to shave at all period.

Broadly speaking, there are two types of modesty garment’s for men - a modesty pouch/cock sock, which is often secured with a drawstring or bit of elastic, and often doesn’t require taping at all (although depending on the amount of movement and the actor’s comfort levels, they might tape for security). These are used more for general nudity, and not sex scenes - in other words, when there's no risk of another actor touching the nude actor below the waist i.e. I'd imagine Sam would have worn one when he's in bed at Antoinette's before they move to the intimate scene, and they're generally a bit more comfortable than the next one. They look something like this:

The other type is an invisible thong, which is generally strapless and usually padded a bit like a jock strap (although can actually even have a hard cover to them, which are used when a character's going to have their genitals grabbed, as it ensures the actor won't feel anything when the other actor does it). These give the actor both privacy and protection particularly in scenes where they’re being very intimate and there’s the possibility of genital contact (i.e I’d imagine both Sam and Jacob were wearing these in 1.01, and that Sam definitely was during the stabbing/biting scene in 1.06 given Jacob’s pressed fully against him - he may even have been wearing a hard one). There are a few different types, but they generally look like this:

These do require the use of skin tape, but that doesn’t mean shaving these days. You mostly just have to be clean and dry, but you might be asked to trim or shave a little if you’re particularly bushy (or even be trimmed or shaved - my sister's had to give a few actors a bit of a tidy up before, but this is more due to particular anatomies [way more information than you require, haha, but she always says dick size doesn't really matter with these, but large testicles can be a giant issue costume-wise when it comes to modesty garments, and in those cases, they usually have to have men shave more around them to use a stronger tape - in one case, I remember her telling me they actually had to cut the tail off and sew two patches together and then just fully tape it up the actor’s ass, which was a bit of a nightmare, but the actor took it in good humour at least])

I'd imagine you’re right about the no visible pubic hair ratings restrictions, but I’d also argue there are ways to have it be implicit (like with a happy trail, or general body hair, as with Louis and Armand), but with Lestat being SO hairless, and them lowkey having emphasised it at various points (like in 1.06), it does kind of make that hard. It probably doesn’t help that he’s so blond too that his hair just flat out isn’t as visible.

And yeah, I think you’re probably right that a part of it is just Sam (although he does have chest hair in other roles like in The Hunting and Limehouse Golem), but this is sort of where the Venn diagram comes in of choices Sam makes for himself, choices the show makes about Lestat, and, of course, choices Sam makes about himself-as-Lestat too, and it does become a bit of a tricky area to navigate (like I’ve talked about it on here before, but I think the talk of Sam’s mouth scar being used artistically on the show in the way some people want I.e that Lestat gets it during the wolf killing episode or during his turning is potentially pretty complicated).

Anyway, putting his body hair aside, I actually do think they’ll have to have an answer as to why Lestat doesn’t have a beard with Magnus keeping him for a week, especially if he keeps him drunk and trapped without any necessities like he does in the book. Grooming IS a part of Magnus turning Lestat too, given he chooses him for his looks and picks his clothes, effectively dressing him for his first nights as a vampire, so I don’t know! This is all to say that I don’t disagree with you, but I also don’t think it’s a silly thing to be speculating on / curious about at all either.

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Enough to Share (Part 2)

Virgil discovers he might have more company than he thought in his new home.

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| Ao3 | Previous part |

Warnings: None

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1311

Notes:

I got inspiration for another chapter of this <3 it's short but cute, and I like it a lot hehe

Hope everyone enjoys :D

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Virgil wasn’t expecting everything Patton was doing for him. 

He didn’t know where he was, in this unfamiliar house, all alone (not that he’d been with anyone before, but still). He felt… lost. But being friends with Patton at least made that interesting! Even if Patton was… seven years old. 

“C’mere,” Patton said, placing down his hand on the bed for Virgil to climb onto. He had been hiding around on his bedside table and underneath his bed for the last few days. Patton had been constantly checking up on him and he’d eaten far more candy than he should have, but it was… nice, actually, “I made you a bed, see?”

“Oh-!” Virgil said, stepping from Patton’s hand onto the shelf and putting his hands on the edge of the box. It came up to his torso, but he was a borrower, he could easily hop inside. 

The box itself was painted purple with little messy dots of yellow, it was clear Patton had painted it himself. 

“I had to guess your favourite colour to keep it a surprise,” Patton said, “But the patches on your cloak are all purple, so I thought…”

Virgil looked back at him, his tail swishing happily, “Uh- yeah, it is…” He’d never had the luxury of thinking about favourite colours before… but purple was definitely a good one to have. 

Carefully, he climbed into the little bed. It was far too big for him, but it was filled with a folded blanket and a bunch of teeny tiny stuffed pillows. 

“Dad made those,” Patton said brightly, “I didn’t tell him what for, though, I promise, he’s been helpin’ me learn to sew.”

Virgil picked up one of the pillows, it was just the right size for him. 

“I can get more if you need em! But hopefully this’ll be good for now, right?” Patton asked, his worried face only just peeking over the edge of the shelf Virgil’s box was on. 

“This is… this is amazing, thank you, Patton,” Virgil says softly, rearranging the pillows and blanket into more of a nest and curling up inside of it.

“G’night Virgil!” Patton said brightly, before climbing up into his own bed and snuggling up under the covers, before turning off the light. 

Virgil had never slept on a bed so comfortable. 

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The next morning, Virgil didn’t wake until Patton had already gone for the day and the sun was high up in the sky. The bedroom was bright and Virgil woke up as a shadow blocked the light shining into his little shoebox. 

“Shh-shh! Be quiet! You’ll wake him up!” Hissed a voice that was far too close but far too quiet to be Patton.

“Oh like you’re being quiet,” Another voice huffed, there was a thump, “Alright alright! I’ll be quiet!”

Virgil groaned, trying to blink his eyes open. The shadow was being cast by a figure whose face was framed with a mess of dark red curls, their eyes were amber and wide, and most importantly they were far too close to Virgil.

Yelling something incoherent, Virgil flung himself backwards, though he ended up tripping on the blankets he was wrapped in and falling. Curled up in the furthest corner of the box and hiding his face in his tail fluff, Virgil stared at the stranger, and only then did he notice that there was another borrower behind him. The second borrower looked almost exactly the same as the first aside from a white streak in his hair and a mustache on his face. 

“Woahh hey-” The first borrower said gently, “Sorry, we didn’t mean to scare you…”

Virgil just stared. 

“Oh! Where’s my manners, uh, I’m Roman, this is Remus, my brother, here,” He said, gesturing to them both in turn before reaching into the box and offering Virgil his hands, “You’re new here, right? We’ve never seen you before at least, did Patton find you?”

“I- um-” Virgil started, trying to calm his nerves a little, “Sort of?”

“C’mon, up you get,” Roman said, gesturing for Virgil to take his hands. After a long moment, Virgil took them and let Roman pull him up, “Okay, now do you got a name to go with the spooky getup?” 

“Uhm - it’s Virgil…?” He says, feeling…. Just incredibly nervous. 

“Oh awesome! Virgil’s a cool name, where’d you get it?” The other - Remus - asked.

“I- I guess I’ve always had it?” Virgil said as though it was a question, Remus clapped.

“Ooh! Us too!” 

“That’s how most names work, Ree,” Roman rolled his eyes, “Sorry about him.”

“It’s… okay?” 

“You don’t seem sure about that,” Remus said.

“Sorry I uh - I’m not used to… other borrowers… or anyone in general,” Virgil said, looking down out of embarrassment. 

“That’s okay!” Roman said brightly, “We can help, right Remus?”

“Where the hell did Patty find you?” Remus asked, earning a shove from his brother. 

“Ignore him,” Roman groaned.

“No it’s - it’s okay - um- I got caught in the sugars and ended up in Patton’s bag? I think? By accident a few days ago,” Virgil explained, shaking his head, “I was in a different house before…”

“You’re from a different house?” Remus gasped, “I’ve never met anyone from another house before! What’s it like?”

“Um,” Virgil said, glancing at Roman and then back at Remus, “It was… a house?”

Remus groaned.

“Look I- I haven’t seen much of this house at all yet, I don’t know how to compare it, um, the old house didn’t have a small bean like Patton, it was only the one?”

“Really??” Roman gasped, suddenly showing interest, “There’s three who live here, Patton and his parents, their names are Logan and Janus - if you see them, Logan is the one with glasses, he always wears them.”

“He studies tiny folk!” Remus said brightly, “Like us! He doesn’t know we live here though, and I don’t think he does experiments or anything, he would just wanna observe us, which is booooring.”

“It isn’t boring - it keeps us safe.” Roman hissed, “I don’t want some bean doing experiments on my brother, thank you very much.”

“So uh… what’s the deal with Patton? Does he know about you guys too?” Virgil asked, Remus was nodding quickly, but Roman just smiled. 

“Come on, let's get you out of this box,” Roman smiled, offering his hand once more, “We can show you where we live, and we’ll tell you about everything on the way, okay?”

“Okay…” Virgil nodded, taking Roman’s offered hand and letting him help Virgil out of the shoebox. Without all the blankets, it suddenly became very clear that Virgil was… far smaller than them. 

“Oh you're tiny!” Remus gasped, patting the top of Virgil’s head and making him hunch over, “Just itty bitty!”

“Are you- a child?” Roman asked, looking him over with a frown, Virgil shook his head. 

“No - uh- I’m fully grown-” He says, pulling his tail in front of himself again - he was embarrassed, and anxious - why were they poking fun of his height?

“You’re just small?” Roman says, tilting his head. Sure, Virgil barely came up to their shoulders, but he didn’t think that warranted this much attention from the pair. 

“Maybe you two are big,” Virgil huffed, “How do you feel about that?” 

“I… suppose you got us there,” Roman said with a shrug and a grin. 

“You coming, pipsqueak?” Remus called, already halfway across the shelf. Virgil rolled his eyes and Roman shot him a winning smile, leading him across the shelf by the hand he was still holding.

“I really hope that doesn’t stick as a nickname,” Virgil grumbled, though he followed willingly. 

He didn’t know these two borrowers, but he couldn’t deny that they were interesting, and he didn’t see how having someone to guide him in this entirely new world could possibly be a bad thing.

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[anemonelovesfiction]

16~ In Rut/ Heat

Aged Up! Tsireya x Fem! Omatikaya Sully! Reader

Warnings ⚠️: (poorly described) Amazonian Tribbing, Eating out!, Fingering!

Not Proofread

MDNI 🔞

I think this one is my longest written day yet! 👀

Translation Station

Marui: Home

Tewng: Loincloth

Paysyul: Water Lily

Word count: 3k

I’ve attempted to focus on the tasks before me, meant to distract my mind for the entire day, but to no avail. I’d put as much of my attention as I could on the salve I was making at this moment and yet still felt the need to scratch that itch. At this moment I knew it would be useless to attempt to endure any of this any longer but there was nothing I could do to help myself since I was too busy moving back and forth between healing those from the hunting party that had come back injured.

“No, I am fine, I just need to be patched up and I’ll be good to go,”

My ears had perked up to hearing the sound of her voice floating through the small crowd of people that had formed inside the healing tent, the familiar melodious voice reaching me, my tail swishing over excitedly toward the side in a poor attempt to calm my beating heart. And at this moment I could tell I had two problems.

“Go to Tsireya and she will fix your arm.” My mothers voice is carried through in an authoritative manner as I finally finish the salve I had made, taking some of it in my hands and evenly spreading it on the top of a warriors foot, he had speared his own foot by not being careful earlier in the month. The salve I had made having healing properties as well as a numbing agent to help with the pain he was dealing with.

“I am all done with you, A’tuk, please come back of you need more salve or your injury starts bothering you again.” I dip my head out of respect for the elder man before me, he nods his head once and grunts with affirmation, standing from the spot he had sat and headed out.

“Sorry to have to bother you-“ Her voice rings in my ears steadily, I could tell she was standing behind me and waiting for me to acknowledge her, I turn with a practiced smile on my face and see her tense up.

“It’s no bother at all,” My voice wavered slightly and I mentally shivered at how that must have appeared to her. She only nods her head slightly, ducking it in a way as she sits herself on the chair in front of me.

“Whats going in with your arm?” I asked as a means to take some of the heat off of me and place it back on her, only for her to show me the gash she had, my ears stiffen straight up and my eyes widen a bit upon seeing her injury, scrambling to find my supplies as quickly as I could to sew the gash shut.

“Was sparring with my brother and didn’t deflect fast enough.” She responds simply and keeps her head down from looking at me. I find this odd but nod my head without speaking about it any longer, she seemed to not have wanted to talk about it and I couldn’t blame her.

From the moment she came to my village with her family seeking uturu I found myself drawn to her in a way I couldn’t explain. When speaking to my mother about it after a while of them being here she explained to me that those feelings were because I was attracted to her, to which when had stated was alright to feel.

Thinking back to her comment about sparring with her brother piqued my interest as I deduced it had been Lo’ak who had accidentally hurt her, he was most often the one who acted without thinking, Neteyam is the reasonable one.

“You should be more careful and not spar with real spears. You need to use the ones the children use so you do not gain injuries like these.” I stated while wetting a rag and catching a sweet smell wafting over my nostrils, one of flowers and honey, the scent itself was rich yet mild. I take a sniff at my rag and look up to ask her of she also smelled what I had but stop myself upon seeing her flushed face and eyes shut, she must have started her heat- which must have distracted her from her sparring- and that must be her smell.

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I’d almost ran out of the healing tent as soon as Tsireya had finished her job, muttering a quick thank you to her for having fixed the gash on my arm, feeling ashamed for having distrated her with the smell from my heat, I knew she had smelled me from the moment she sniffed at the air around her. I’d closed my eyes tightly and said a quick prayer to the all-mother for nobody to have commented on it and I’m assuming she’d heard my request as nobody said anything, but Tsireya would continue sniffing the air around me whenever she got the chance, pretending to smell the cloth and the objects she had been holding.

I knew my next objective would be to get to my family’s marui to pack a small bag and head over toward the marui’s built at the edge of the village, conveniently dubbed the Rut Hut’s, they had been on a secluded side of the island where non-mated people could go live out their heats and ruts, they were allowed a partner to help lessen the burden of their cycles, but considering I was a female who was also into females and I was too damn shy to trust anyone with my cycle, I had been alone.

As with everything else within the Metkayina clan, going to one of the Rut Huts meant you had to follow a set of rules. You had to pick your fruit from the miniature woods near the marui’s, you had to fetch your own water near the water spring at the center of the woods, and you had to clean up after yourself once you had finished with your cycle. My cycles were never paired up with anyone else’s and I was lucky in that aspect because I didn’t bump into anyone else but it was also unlucky as I had to suffer through them alone.

I had managed to leave a note for my family to let them know why I had disappeared and not bothered to show up to the communal dinner, making my way over toward the marui’s at the edge of the village, carrying a small bag with my comfort items and ensuring I had everything through a mental checklist.

“Can I ask you a question?”

I essentially jump in the air from not having had my senses on alert, not expecting someone to have been following me at this point, and upset at the squeal that had left my lips, knowing I was supposed to have been a warrior and reacting like a child. I turned just as quickly as I had jumped and come face to face with Tsireya, I choke back another surprised squeal and take a step back to give myself space from her, feeling the purple hue starting to take over the original cobalt blue that covered my cheeks.

“Y-you just did?” I attempted to sound smooth and failed as my voice had risen higher than normal and I spoke with a small waver.

“Have I done something to upset you?” She skipped over my own comment and went ahead and asked her question, my body relaxing at that moment as I stared at her with confusion, wondering why she had bothered asking that question.

“No.” I stated honestly but had no idea how else to continue the conversation, knowing I had to head over toward one of the Rut Hut’s before eclipse, or else I’d be a horny mess.

“Then why are you always so quick to get out of my presence?” She asks with the hurt swirling in her beautiful eyes and it was starting to make some sense to me. She hangs out with my family a lot, through that I had developed a small crush on her, something Lo’ak teased me over from the moment we arrived on the island, but because of my developed crush on her I didn’t want to appear desperate so I began avoiding her as often as I could in order to make it seem like everything was normal. I guess throughout the time I had spent avoiding her I must have unintentionally hurt her feelings by making it seem like I didn’t want to be around her.

“I guess I have something to explain to you,” I spoke honestly as I drop my shoulders to show I was in a relaxed state although my mind was racing a million times a minute as I took a deep breath, allowing myself to let it out slowly in an attempts to calm my heart and mind from everything going on and began to explain everything to her, not withholding any details and ensuring everything had made sense.

“Do you have a partner to help with your heat cycle?” She asks me after processing the entire story and it takes me aback as she hadn’t asked any questions during my explanation, I could only raise a hesitant brow before shaking my head and answering her question.

“Good, because I’d like to help.” Her smile throws me for a loop and see the slightest bit of purple dusting her cheeks as well. Maybe this won’t be a bad thing…

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I’d been instructed to lie down in the marui floor and to spread my legs. My slick had already made a wet patch on my tewng and I had attempted to close my legs only to have my thighs slapped as punishment, I couldn’t believe my eyes when she’d placed her nose right into my crotch and took a big whiff. She’d managed to come up and settled her body between my legs, either arm in the sides of my face, and her lips hovering over mine.

I’d been confused on if this was her teasing me or if she truly wanted to kiss me so I leaned my face upwards and captured her lips with my own, feeling her tongue dart out and swipe my bottom lip, to which I greedily opened my mouth and allowed her the access she craved. Her tongue danced around mine and I attempted to poorly follow, realizing this was part of her teasing, whining into the kiss and hearing her chuckle.

She kisses down my jawline and onto my neck, her kisses feeling feather light and somewhat tickling my sensitive spots and causing me to moan. She continues kissing down up to where the skin of my neck met my shoulder, spreading her lips open and grazing her fangs along the most sensitive skin, my body shivering at the contact and a long drawn out moan following.

“Please-“ I begged almost too quiet but noticed her ears flicker at the sound, her mouth coming off my neck and her face coming into view.

“Patience paysyul, I want to savor you, and you’re injured, I do not want to cause any pain.” Her hand comes into contact with my cheek and I can feel my heart flutter at her nurture. I could only stupidly nod my head at her words as her lips come back down onto the skin between my breasts.

The beads of my top colliding against one another as she licks between the open spaces, a shiver running along my spine as she does so, feeling my nipples harden and stand at attention, a desperate gasp being her only cue that I needed more from her.

She takes my gasp into consideration as she plants her warm mouth onto my half clothed nipple, a bead rolling around the sensitive skin as she rolls her tongue alongside it, encouraging the bead to stimulate my nipple alongside her tongue, the slick on my tewng probably growing in size at the feeling of bliss she was bringing me.

I could feel her hand trailing down toward the string of my tewng, untying it, I raised a hand to stop her from uncovering me to only have it pushed back down and above my head.

“I will love how you look regardless of what you think about yourself.” She reassures me and lets go of my hand, placing her mouth on my second nipple and repeating the process she had the first tome, another moan slithers out my mouth as she uses her second hand to slide my tewng off my body, her first busy using her thumb to flick the first nipple her mouth had abandoned.

“Tsireya~”

“Hmm, I like when you say my name,” She begins kissing down my stomach and slowly shuffling herself lower, her eyes come up to meet mine and I feel frozen, entrapped in her stare.

“I wonder how you taste, paysyul,” She asks aloud before licking a fat stripe up my cunt, shockwaves being scattered throughout my body, thighs coming in to a close around her head, a small chuckle being heard from between my legs as she licks another stripe up my sopping pussy.

“You don’t even need to be prepped huh?” She speaks gently as she shoves one of her fingers in me and my eyes instantly closing. I’d done this to myself on numerous occasions, but having someone else doing it to you was out of this world, I don’t think I could picture myself ever having to suffer through my heats alone after this magical feeling.

I could feel the surge of heat coursing through my body as Tsireya picks a pace, shoving her finger in and out of my already loud cunt, the noises resonating from the walls of the marui, my tail swishing underneath my body erratically. Her tongue finding my clit and causing my tail to go rigid.

I can hear her chuckle once more and lazily open my eyes to find her staring at me, mouth coming off my clit and an immediate whine coming from me, I didn’t want her to stop suckling in my bud like her life depended on it.

“You’re so greedy, paysyul, what if I wasn’t breathing, would you still beg for my tongue to press along your sensitive nub?” She teases and I groan.

“You can fuckin’ hold your breath, Tsireya, stop teasing-“ I muttered rather angrily and hear a light laughter ring about the marui, dropping my head in a frustrated fashion.

I could feel her inserting a second finger, my eyes instantly closing again and she picks up the pace, I could feel a knot starting to form on my lower belly and frustration starting to build, knowing she was going to stop again, wanting her mouth on my clit again.

“Why don’t we try something?” She offers and I couldn’t open my eyes at this point, I didn’t want to be disappointed again, and the pace she was setting was actually feeling incredible, my hips bucked against her thick fingers and I wanted to feel more.

Until she stops.

A frustrated hiss comes from me and it surprises me to know I had one ready.

“I’m going to put my cunt on yours, and rub our clits together, until we come.” She stated easily, sliding her fingers out of me without waiting for my response- which would have been a no because I felt close to my orgasm, only to have it ripped away from her.

She stands with ease and I could feel the anger building in my entire being, I wanted to finish, not be teased further! That was until she unties her own tewng and it falls on the floor with a small thud being heard.

“Wow-“ is all I could say, watching as she walks toward me, leaning down to lift my legs up in the air, her own body coming down in a squat-like fashion, essentially placing me in a mating press- although this had a funny name in English- amazonian?

My mind shuts off as soon as she thrusts her hips onto mine, my cunt squeezing over nothing, and she does it again, a ragged breath leaving her lips as she does the action a third time and thats when I felt it. Although my slick was providing enough lubricant for us both, I could feel her clitoris rubbing up against mine, circling it like the beads of my top had done over my nipples.

“Taireya~” I moaned rather loudly only to have her smirk as she picks up the pace, my breath starting to grow ragged as I attempt to catch it, not having much luck with the pace she had set, finding it hard to breathe and not finding the ounce to care as the pleasure she had been providing me being too great.

She had been using my legs as a means to steady herself, but had also been pushing them further back to be able to reach the depths she has been reaching.

I could feel a permanent blush settle itself across my fave as it grew hotter, feeling Tsireya’s thrusts becoming faster as our clits danced together, never once letting go of one another. I craved my orgasm as I could feel the knot in my stomach tripling in size.

“Reya, please, Wanna come so bad-“ I muttered almost incoherently as my tail began to swish from side to side underneath me, finally willing it to come up and curl around her ankle, in a way this was the only way I could ground myself while feeling like I was losing control. Her soft pants coming from above me tell me she too was nearing her orgasm.

“Alright paysyul, I’m going to go faster,” She managed to speak through her moans and keeps her promise of going faster, my eyes now rolling to the back of my own head and feeling the coil snap as I orgasm, feeling as she too reaches her own orgasm as she moans out loud.

[allthatmay]

Before I knew what I wanted to ship (hello Shanks/Ace!), I tried my hand at writing some Law/Luffy. Still kinda like the idea; it was a Naga AU. Thought I'd post the beginning of it for you all, just for funsies.

Initially, Law hadn’t known what he was looking at. The thing was lying in the low tides, shimmering like iridescent clams in blue water. It had colours as vivid and variegated as some of the local species of shoreline coral, so Law supposed that’s what it was at first. Yet something bade him closer, and it was as he approached that he realised he wasn’t looking at coral, but at scales; at fins; at a large, magnificent tail.

Law’s second supposition was that the tail belonged to a mermaid. However, the fins were quite unlike those of the mermaids Law had known, being of a particularly transparent and flowing nature. The water manipulated them easily, making them undulate like jellyfish.

“Hello?” he called out.

The tail—and whoever it was attached to—didn’t move. Intrigued, Law walked closer until the tide was licking at his boots, then carefully manoeuvred around the rock upon which the supposed mermaid was leaning. Up close, the colours of the tail appeared even more spectacular, red and blue interspersed with shocks of orange so bright they glittered gold. Law's gaze followed the length of the tail up to a tanned, muscular waist, then to a face shadowed by dark, shaggy hair, and a half-opened mouth.

It became immediately apparent to Law that this man was not a mermaid. He couldn’t be, for he had too many scales: a cluster of them spread down his cheekbones from his webbed ears; a myriad surrounded the webs of his fingers; and angular patches lined the flanks of his abdomen. There wasn’t a wound in sight and yet the man was clearly unconscious, so Law took hold of his faithful nodachi, Kikoku, and called upon the power of his Devil Fruit.

“Room,” he murmured.

Encased within his power, Law immediately set about inspecting the man’s vitals. The injury was on the back of his head, so Law didn’t even attempt to treat him then and there. Instead, he used his power to swap himself and the fishman with a couple of bedsheets in the infirmary of his submarine. As soon as they appeared on board, Law swiftly repositioned the man upon the patient bed, exposing his head wound.

“North fucking Blue, Cap’n, you scared me.”

Law glanced over his shoulder with a frown. “Penguin, it's you. Good. Patient’s around 140kg. I need total intravenous anaesthesia—propofol and remifentanil infusion. Prep for transfusion, too, blood type F. Quickly.”

Penguin scattered, returning just as Law finished cleaning the surface of the wound, exposing the gnarly truth beneath. His gloves were already stained red, so he swapped them for another pair.

“Fucking hell,” Penguin breathed, staggering. “I’ll get Bepo.”

“As soon as possible, yes.”

That the fishman was alive was a miracle; something in his nature, perhaps. He had both a concerningly large hematoma and a skull fracture, but no haemorrhaging, at least. It was easy for Law to cut out the hematoma and the intruding blood with his Devil Fruit powers, but the fracture was a trickier mistress; bits of misplaced bone and the risk of brain-bleed meant Law was absolutely meticulous in his actions, spending agonising hours removing mere shards of bone before he could tend to reshaping the skull and sewing it all together.

“Well done, Captain,” Bepo said when all was said and done. His face-mask stretched with his smile. “Go lie down. I’ll watch over the patient.”

“Look out for—”

“I know.”

“If he doesn't—”

“I know, Captain. I was taught by the best!” You, his smile said. “Go get something to eat. You look exhausted.”

Law scowled but made no effort to refute. He discarded his surgical wear and scrubbed his hands clean, then elected to shower anyway, his thoughts on the mysterious fishman the entire time.

[caelfyrekin]

got some sewing done on my cat themed battle vest (like four patches) but then i got to the ones that were hard to sew on + i was getting tired of poking myself so i got out the ol fabric glue lol i might add some stitches if i have to but honestly glue works well enough so far

i just need back patches + a way to attach two tails + also those tails lol

also more pins/patches in general

its dark as fuck in my apartment rn so i cant take good pics rip

[gurlgallade]

@whatvioletdoes-blog Alright! Angst fic dollhouse scene! Minimal context! Enjoy!

(Notes: Blue swearing per usual, neglect of physical needs, general implication that Vio is Not Coping Well with things. He’s not the only one, but he’s the focus guy here. Also Vidow mention.)

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A purple-painted floor is pressed up against Blue’s face. Not water-proofed, a little rough, smells kind of like dirt and dead leaves.

Where the fuck is he? When he scrambles to his feet, woozy patches of darkness and colored spots speckle his vision. Did he faint? Or, did whoever was in here before him faint? Link’s body feels so bad! He’s hungry, and his hands have writing cramps, and he feels weird-shaped.

Fuck, those aren’t even hands. Why does he have paws. Why does he have a feathery Minish tail!?

Blue staggers over to the nearest window. It doesn’t have any glass; he just sticks his head out without any problem. The enormous leaves of a bush block most of the forest from view, but the trees are mountains to him, and the nearest inky-capped mushroom is at least twice his height. He has to be in a dollhouse.

His eyes widen. The fact that he can be Minish-sized again would be awesome, if he didn’t feel like death!

But how did this...?

Wait. He knows the answer. It was staring him in the face when he woke up. There is exactly one part of Link with the dedication and nerdery necessary to pull something like this off.

He turns around, glowering into the lavender walls of the house. Every one has scraps of torn paper tacked down to it. Some are connected by mauve sewing thread; the spool is being used as a side-table, holding a thimble half-filled with viscous green stamina potion. Is... is that all he’s eaten today? How long has he been here?

The little doll bookshelves are filled with tiny Minish-made tomes, and shrunken books from the Royal Library (oh that’s why Maggie’s been nagging at him), and stacks of paper with even more notes scrawled down.

Based on the open books on the dining table, one half-filled Minish journal and one from the library, it looks like a certain someone is trying to make copies.

Really, it looks like he passed out doing it.

Goddesses, Violet, you fucking freak. Somebody’s been hard at work.

Blue... also feels something weird in the air, now that he’s paying attention. A familiar dread. It feels a little like the darkness carried on Vaati’s winds, and a lot like the name he can’t think about at all costs if he doesn’t want to deal with Vio right now — the smirking boy that he absolutely did not kiss (eugh). Not this him, anyway.

Blue creeps around, vaguely eyeing Vi’s notes. Blah blah blah, Minish portal incantations, something something The Banished Tribe, portals to other worlds, yadda yadda yadda. Shit he won’t get without a verbal summary by someone more in the know.

Oh, there’s stairs behind these shelves.

Blue takes them two at a time, curiosity powering through his exhaustion. The dolly attic door feels flimsy as he pushes it open.

There’s exactly two things in the room. The first is a messy bed-nest made of leather shreds and scrap fabric, topped with a couple open books. The second is a jagged fragment of liquid black peeking out from under a handkerchief. It reflects his uneasy scowl, eyes cut off; his hair is getting pretty long.

Wait.

That’s a mirror, isn’t it.

Blue scrambles back downstairs, swallowing his panic.

Nope. Nope! NOPE. That is NOT a piece of the dark mirror, he refuses to belive it. Vio did not somehow manage to get his grubby hands on fuckery like that!

He’s going to visit Festari and Gentari, eat a berry or something, and then go back to the dollhouse for a nap. Somewhere besides the attic bed. He’ll sleep on the floor if he has to, because he’s done. He’s fucking done. Either Vi can wake up without realizing that he’s been caught, or one of the other two can deal with this shit.

“What the FUCK is my life anymore!?”

[melonthesprigatito]

Had a pretty strange thing happen to me yesterday. I was googling "Espurr Plush Pattern" because I was thinking of maybe making a Shiny Espurr plushie to celebrate the announcement of Legends Z-A (went out and bought fabric and everything too. The pink fabric was hanging on the top shelf and I spent ten minutes jumping and yanking on it to try to pull it down because I couldn't reach it but that's a different story)

As I was scrolling through Google Images I stumbled across this site that was selling an Espurr plushie using this exact photo

Reverse image search yielded the information that a few other sites with gibberish URLs are also using this image so there's no way this is legit. (I saw it once but for some reason I couldn't get reverse image search to work properly again, it just shows random Espurr images, not every site thats using this image so I couldn't get a screenshot and I'm mad about it)

Wanna know why else this is 100% not legit and the seller isn't selling the Espurr in this photo?

BECAUSE ITS THE PHOTO I TOOK OF MY OWN ESPURR PLUSH

In case you need further proof that photo is mine.

She is called Iris, named after my Meowstic from Pokémon Sword and boy was she a fixer upper. Here's the rest of the images from that r/sewing post, she came with a lot of flaws

I have since patched her up with emergency plush surgery to fix her holes and rearrange her arm and tail to their correct positions.

This is her now and she is doing ok. :)

It was a little disappointing that I got scammed with a damaged bootleg plushie, but Espurr is already one of the scrunkliest Pokémon so those flaws make her more scrunkly and more endearing.

Back to my main point, I'm 100% that scam sellers are using this photo as a reference image to trick people into buying. But the fact that they're using a photo of an Espurr that is A) extremely bootlegged and B) DOESN'T EVEN LOOK LIKE THAT ANYMORE, certainly is a Choice™.

(also $25.99??? What a ripoff, I got mine for £10 from eBay)