#meow answers

[meowunmeow]

How we feeling chat? I have been crazy about it for over a year now and this series will live in my heart forever.

I don't even have the words to describe how I feel. It's like saying goodbye to a loved one but knowing it's because of old age and that they lived a good life, which is fitting for UU.

Of course, this series will never die so long as we remember it. Let's enjoy what life has to offer!

[meowww-ffxiv]

Did Hydaelyn say anything different from the canon “and thou, my champion” speech to any of your WoLs (WsoL?) when they met her in the aetherial sea?

Thanks for the question!

🤔 Hmmm.

She told both Mordred and Theodore that they had stood before her six times before -- meaning the soul of Azem, split as they were between them, had challenged Hydaelyn at every turn of the Calamities except for the latest one, the Seventh. And six times she defeated them, sending their souls back to the great flow to be reborn.

May this be the last time, she told them. But she would bar their way as ever before, until they had proven that they were ready for the battle she was preparing them for.

It was a very emotional thing, so Mordred and Theodore didn't unpack what she said until later. But then Theodore was like, "You quarreled with the will of the star after death and dragged me into it. Six bloody times. Impressive. I would believe that."

Meowdred: *sniffling* And we fucking won. This time. I couldn't even say I wish these horrible things hadn't happened in our lifetimes 'cos what she said meant I was alive in every single fucking lifetime where a Calamity happened and I probably still ass deep in it one way or another.

[meowlayn-art]

pardon if this comes across as a stupid question, but how do your prints work through patreon? would love to get october's!

Hi there Anon! Not a stupid question at all ^^ Unfortunately the merch tier sold out very quickly and it's now invisible (since I will be deleting it starting November so I can focus on my other tiers). HOWEVER I will put Astarion in my shop in December: A4 and A5 prints in regular, satin photo paper, and the sticker from the bundle. And starting November any piece I draw and can sell will be put immediately in my shop, it'll be simpler that way ^^ Thank you for your patience!

[thegreatyin]

miss christine's operator file is actually incredible. this really is the best arknights character of all time

[shuastar]

seungcheol!!!!!!!!!!! domestic fluff!!!! whimpering!!!!!!!! nipple play!!!!!!!! (both ways 😏😏😏😏) soft dom!!!!!

(the met gala pics have me 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🤖🤖🤖🤖👽👽👽👽👽👽)

YESSS !!! i was literally waiting to write this bc im a very proud yet closetted soft dom/slightly whiny!cheol. also holy shit scoups met gala was craaaazzzy i was creamin my pants (/jk!!)

wc: 1.1K + change warnings: whimpering, nipple play, cum play (just a little bit at the end), blow job (technically 2 but whatever), consent!! (bc asking to take someone shirt off and suck their nipples is HOT not gross or weird!!), domestic fluff that turns very quickly in smut..., PWP, whining, lowkey subby cheol but issok he gets his dominance back at the end...

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It starts lazy.

Rain taps on the windows, low thunder humming in the background. Seungcheol's arms are wrapped around your waist as you both lie tangled on the couch, a blanket pooling over bare legs. The drama playing on the TV is long forgotten—replaced by the way his fingers slowly trace under your shirt, warm and wandering.

“You’re always so soft in the mornings,” you murmur, brushing your nose against his. He just hums, lips brushing your cheek, then your jaw, then lower—

“You smell like my body wash,” he says, almost dazed, almost reverent, nuzzling into your collarbone like he needs to inhale you to stay grounded. “My pretty baby, just mine.”

His fingers slide up, tugging your shirt higher. “Can I?” he breathes against your skin, waiting for your nod before his mouth finds one nipple, tongue slow and wet, lips dragging gently. His hand palms the other, thumb rubbing in teasing circles, making you squirm under the blanket.

“Cheol—” You gasp, arching into him, and he whines softly in return, like your sounds undo him more than anything.

“You make the cutest sounds,” he whispers, mouth still latched, voice warm and thick with love. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart…”

And when you roll him onto his back and return the favor—mouth on his chest, tongue flicking and sucking at the sensitive spot you know makes him whimper—he actually shivers.

He grips the blanket tighter, biting his lip as a blush spreads down his chest. “Y-you’re not playing fair,” he stutters, moaning softly when you suck just a little harder.

“Neither are you,” you grin against his skin. “You started this, Seungcheol.”

He laughs breathlessly, eyes glazed over, adoring and needy. “Then finish it, baby,” he whispers. “Wanna be good for you. Wanna be yours.”

You giggle as he sits up against the headboard, cheeks flushed and eyes drooping as he watches you get up, slowly reaching for something on the night stand. When you turn back, hair against your shoulders, Seungcheol's thighs are parted, shirt riding up to his ribs, hair mussed from where your fingers tugged through it earlier. He looks at you like he’s already ruined—his lips parted, chest rising fast, and a shaky hand gripping the sheets.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” you murmur, smiling and crawling between his legs, palms sliding along his thighs. you grin when you feel goosebumps rise against your fingertips. “All flushed for me.”

He bites his lip, eyes fluttering. “Baby… you don’t have to—”

“But I want to,” you cut him off gently, lips ghosting over the soft skin of his lower belly. “Wanna make you feel good.”

He whimpers—actually whimpers—when you mouth over the waistband of his briefs, teasing just enough to drive him crazy. When you finally free him, hard and leaking against his stomach, he moans your name like a prayer.

“Please…” he breathes, hips twitching up instinctively. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You wrap one hand around the base of him, slow and careful, and lower your mouth to the tip—tongue flicking gently over the slit, tasting the precum beading there. Seungcheol lets out the softest moan, one hand flying to your hair, not pushing—never—just grounding himself.

“F-fuck, baby, j's like that… you’re so good to me…”

You take him in deeper, inch by inch, keeping your eyes on him the whole time. His head tips back, a pretty flush blooming down his neck, his free hand grabbing the sheets again like he might fall apart.

When you hum around him—slow vibrations, tongue dragging up the underside—he lets out a full-body shudder and moans, loud. His hips jerk and he immediately pulls at your hair with a broken, “Sorry—fuck, sorry—feels too good…”

His head tips back again and a dull thud rings out in the background as the headboard hits his head. You feel his fingers curl around your hair, strong hands now almost -- almost -- guiding you. You know he can't help it. When you feel his hips jerk again, followed by a loud moan and a string of "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck," you hum around his cock, taking in a long breath through your nose before you let your jaw loose and push yourself down all the way. All the way until your nose meets the tense and taut skin of his lower stomach and until your boyfriend's hand suddenly pressed down, legs tensing, hips rocking until the mushroomy tip of his cock hits, hits, hits, hits the back of your throat until you feel tears in your eyes and youre gagging around the width of his length.

“Hng - you’re perfect,” he rasps, voice wrecked. “My good girl… taking me so well. So warm—fuck—I’m already so close…”

When Seungcheol's hand slowly loosens you press your tongue flat and bob your head gently, the obscene sounds of your mouth and his breathy moans filling the room. And when he finally spills into your mouth, gasping your name like it’s the only word he knows, his thighs trembling around you. Hot cum shoots into your mouth and your ears are blessed with Cheol's loud moans and whines and whimpers and gasps of breath. Under your wandering hands -- up his stomach, tweaking his pink nipples, fondling his heavy balls, tongue underrent on the red tip of his cock, Seungcheol gasps in short quick breaths, body writhing as he shakes and trembles, at a loss for words, cock jumping in your hands, tip pulsing in your mouth as you suck and suck and--

"Fu-fuck-- holy -- you tryin' - shit - milk me dry -- fuck -- or somethin'?" Seungcheol voice is so broken it makes your heart race in pride.

You don’t stop, just hum, until his hand cups your cheek, tender and shaking, body curling forward, hips jerking up, other hand threaded into your hair as he pushes you down.

"Fuck!"

And then when his balmy tip hits the back of your throat again, theres a thick spurt of saltiness on your tongue, followed by a sob torn from Seungcheol's mouth.

You grin around his cock, slowly pulling off his softening and pulsating length with a small pop! cum from the first blowjob now a creamy ring around Cheol's cock and the second round safe and warm on your tongue.

You stick your tongue out, white cum dripping from the corner of your mouth, Seungcheol staring at you with dazed and glazed eyes, red cheeks like you just hung the moon. You slowly swallow, sitting against his hips, cum still against the corner of your mouth, the rest gone (and you 100% stick your tongue out again for him to see).

Seungcheol groans, hands going to knead your hips, thumb gently wiping away his cum from the corner of your mouth, licking it clean.

"You minx," he laughes breathily. “C’mere,” he whispers once he catches his breath, tugging you up with that needy look in his eyes. “Wanna kiss you. Wanna feel you now. Let me love you properly.”

[jedi-starbird]

APLAP (Assigned Pathetic Lifeform at Padawanship)

New padawan Obi-Wan trying to figure out how the FUCK to make his master listen and not abandon him to go running off following "the will of the force" when it hits him. Qui-Gon is perfectly happy stopping and taking care of pathetic life forms, but not Obi-Wan. That's it. He's always been prepared, always been dutiful, strong, self-sufficient.

He's cracked the code. He needs to be more pathetic.

The next time he senses Qui-Gon's about to run off he coordinates a scene of utmost pathetic-ness, that is, he throws himself into the nearest fountain. He trudges up to his master sopping wet, water-logged robes swallowing him, with hair sticking to his face and containing bits of algae from the fountain. He mumbles out an apology for being clumsy before looking up at Qui-Gon with the biggest, most woeful eyes possible to ask if he happened to bring any spare robes (he didn't, Obi-Wan knows this because he is usually the one to pack spare robes for them both). His wet hair is dripping water into his eyes that's beginning to turn them an irritated red, and there's algae sliding down the side of his face, it really is masterful work.

"Oh...I'm sure I'll be able to find something by myself, it's okay Master, I know you had important work to do."

Qui-Gon visibly hesitates. Obi-Wan starts shivering. He turns to walk away. He's stopped by his Master's hand on his shoulder. His Master, who walks back with him, who gets clean clothes from their hosts, who has folded like wet flimsi and even explains his stupid, stupid plan before choosing to hotwire a hoverbike with a passenger seat! Oh, Obi-Wan really has cracked the code!

Afterwards, Obi-Wan stages an increasingly pitiful accident for himself every time his patented 'Qui-Gon Jinn Bullshit' detector goes off. Eventually, his Master stops leaving him behind at all, even giving him funny looks when he turns around and Obi-Wan isn’t next to him. It never fails to make Obi-Wan grin and run to catch up. Sure, his reputation as a perfect padawan is in tatters, alongside his dignity, but it’s a small price to pay for a place at his Master’s side, for him to remember there’s a place for Obi-Wan there.

When the ray shields come up on Naboo, Qui-Gon doesn't charge ahead and leave his padawan behind, he hasn't for years. He waits for Obi-Wan because it feels wrong to do otherwise, his padawan belongs at his side.

Much, much later, when Obi-Wan is drinking to the end of the war with friends, Commander Cress will ask him how he kept General Jinn from running off for entire decade. Obi-Wan laughs, informs him, and resolutely ignores the scene Quinlan is making as the man cackles and pulls up a book to shove at them both, titled Classical Conditioning 101: A guide to subtle psychological manipulation.

[rakiah]

Leona Beard supremacy!!!

For real though they way you draw him he looks so damn good with a beard

Pleasure is mine~ Ngl, I enjoy drawing that beard very much (っ˘ω˘ς

[askthehedgehogs]

Nothing against body pillows, but if they are sleeping together they should cuddle each other!! 🥺🥺

A bigger bed means more distance 😔

Heh, don't worry, that was just for the bit. We still sleep like this—

We put the body pillows on the floor because Sonic often either rolls out of bed, or kicks me out.

I'm an active sleeper...

[swtheartz]

can't stop thinking abt how mark variants will react to gojo!reader...like ik some of them will be humbled and ik some FREAKS would be too excited about it

hi this made me cackle i feel so enlightened with this.

like imagine our mark trying to touch you and just. not being able to. or maybe asking why you’ve got the blindfold on and your response just being “i can see through clothes. i don’t want to see through clothes.” even though that isn’t even the half of it whatsoever

some of them are little weirdos about it who get off on fighting you and being humbled. like he gets off with being put in his place after not having a good fight in ages

don’t get me started on the concept of you being satoru and alternate mark’s being suguru. don’t make me write that out

some alternate mark going down suguru’s path after nolan beat him, or after watching another person he was supposed to protect die . . . yeah.

[accio-victuuri]

OUR HUMBLE KING WANG YIBO 👑

[hg-aneh]

I miss your catboys can we see them catboys :(

here's one of them

[dovewingkinnie]

i dont know where this ask went all i have is a screenshot of it but i think about it a lot and so does he

[mysterycitrus]

meow ? 🐈‍⬛

[sakuyuii]

Can you draw season 6 Alya, please? 🙏

yayayayayyayayayayayayyaya

[kaprisvn]

ok bet, i needa know

do chasingstars! sun and moon make animalistic-like sounds, like hissing or purring? would they hiss at other ppl taking y/n's attention away from them? purr when they do have y/n's attention?

when i do i usually make the purring a whirring sound, but i think most of the fandom does that lol

Hello anon :D Congratulations on being my very first ask on Chasing Stars! (I'm so honoured <3)

As for the CS! Boys... They are for sure making noises of all kinds. It's directly canon that they both growl (Kellen Goff I love you), so I don't see why not!

I can't justify why the robot would need to blush, so the whirring (or purring) of their fans is kind of a stand in for that, along with general happiness.

As for our beloved lunar boy, he is MUCH more prone to growling and even the occasional hiss. Though, I see him more doing hissing noise when being dramatic, and a growl if he's actually upset over something. (Like losing Y/Ns attention. Like what? I'm not your only friend? Other people make you happy in a way I can't replicate??) They're working on it.

Please put growl.sfx over this drawing lmao

EDIT: HISS SFX CURTOSY OF @spaceboisstuff :DDD

But yeah they are certified Noise Makers™ because I also make weird sounds :3

[everyonesadoptivedad]

hey, hey Jean?

We made it out.

(Aka an ode to breaking out of prisons even if we think we need them and crawling out of hells that we think we deserve)

gift to @cultpastorkevin bc he is so full of light :>

thanks @capcavan for inspiration ✨