#fur the other ear and attach both to the base

[nattikay]

x1 ear for 3.0!!

This method definitely gave the ears some nice depth (a tad hard to see in the picture but looks great irl), which is fantastic because the primary gripe I've had with my ears on past heads is they always look too shallow, almost flat, from the front (as you can see on 2.5 there), even if they're not from the side. I was a little worried that the front border would be too thick when I first started adding the fur, but once I had everything glued down tight and gave it another quick shaving pass, I think it turned out pretty alright!

I'm also a lot less worried about the head being too small for the body at this point. Between the big eyes and big ears, it looks just about the same overall size as 2.5 now, just with different proportions. Adding the hair poof and cheek tufts should help even more. It still might be a little smaller than ideal, but I no longer think it's gonna be outlandishly disproportionate or anything. So yay! Of course, we won't know for sure until it's done and ready to wear, so...we'll see 😅

Approximately one week remains on the clock. sivakoooooooo

[etheries1015]

I had sort of a crack idea of what would the non-human twst boys do if their crush or s/o was allergic to them? Savanaclaw and Octonivelle with like the fur allergy and seafood allergy. Maybe diasomnia’s s/o has some sort of fairy allergy? Sorry if this is too silly for you to write, it’s alright if you don’t 😭

I LOVE THIS BECAUSE I'VE HAD A SIMILAR THOUGHT i'm allergic to cats and i'm like...man what am I gonna do around Grim BUAHAHA...this is a great idea. Nothing is too silly to write my friend!

Non-human Twst boys reacting to a S/O who is allergic to them!

featuring: Savanaclaw and Octavinelle!

general warnings: gender neutral reader, not really proof read \

TW: None! just fluff. and allergies.

Leona

The first time you sneezed around him, they didn't know it was literally BECAUSE of him. This was until you two took a nap together for the first time, and when you woke up he saw your face...Oh, brother. Your eyes were puffy and red, congested, and your nose leaked like nobody's business. He genuinely felt bad about this, but wouldn't let you in on his true feelings/emotions. Without understanding the cause (though he had an inkling) he immediately took you to the doctor.

"They're allergic to me? What kind of shitty nonsense is that?!"

Leona invested in the most expensive of healthcare for you. Allergy pills and whatnot, because he wasn't about to sacrifice his lovely naps with his significant other. No amount of allergy is gonna stop him from getting what he wants, and that is your affection.

Ruggie

"Sooo...basically you're saying you're allergic to me? Cause' im part heyena?"

"It's a little more complicated than that. It's more like...animal dander? I guess?" You didn't seem to certain in your answer either, it was more or less a guess since...well, there wasn't half beast half human where you are from. You can only make an educated guess on why you're so allergic to him based off of the information you had back at home.

Ruggie is honestly so sad about this. He can't afford to get you any treatments or medical help with this, so you two just have to be careful. He does manage to get his hands on some special washing products (probably legally) and takes extra care of what he eats, and how clean he his. He's consistently brushing his hair and cleaning his ears.

"Man i'm such a simp. What's wrong with me?!" ...He isn't used to bending backward for people. But seeing you so sick around him, hurt him even more than his pride, so he of course would do anything to make sure you're as comfortable around him as possible. Ahh...the power of love <3

Jack

He gives me the "I must stay away from you for your own good," Type. Although this doesn't last very long. Jack is incredibly loyal, and he's far too attached to let you go. There's times where he would try and keep a distance (much to your annoyance), but when you began sneezing and itching your eyes you knew he was somewhere nearby. Jack is protective like that, but it pains his heart to see you so sick because of something he cannot control.

He does both a mix of what Ruggie and Leona does. He took up extra part-time jobs to afford good allergy medication for you, the entire works. Pills, eye drops, nasal sprays, breathing treatments...He also invests in high-quality shampoo and conditioner to help rid of his dander and hopefully reduce the amount of shedding he has.

With the amount of hair Jack has, he is CONSTANTLY brushing it and it is CONSTANTLY shedding. He does EVERYTHING under the sun to control this, all for you. Although... this is a partnership! You told him that a relationship goes two ways. You love him regardless of how itchy you may get, and you equally chip in to problem-solve.

You're both loyal to each other until the very end, no matter what trivial matters may get in your way <3

Azul

He knew before you two started dating that you had a severe allergy to seafood, so he made it a point to avoid you. But...that didn't stop YOU from coming to HIM. It was one of the things that drew him towards you, the way even though you were gaining a rash you would still wrap your arms around the back of him. Although it wasn't as bad in his human form, he was always terrified what would happen if he were to unleash his original form.

But worry not! We are talking about the literal king of potionology. He finds a remedy very quickly, and you trust him...a little too fast. He is astonished when he says;

"Take this...the second you drink this your allergies will be something of the past. But be warned-" You grabbed it out of his hand and chugged it. He stared at you with his jaw slacked open, his face turning a deep shade of hot red when you throw yourself onto Azul and place a big fat kiss against his cheek.

He imploded. But hey! his potion worked! He tried to get you to give him some sort of paypack, but you mentioned that your form of payment was in that kiss.

He now demands kisses every time he makes the potion for you <3 It's kind of a silent agreement. He just stares at you after you're done drinking it, and whenever you feign ignorance the point upon his lips is far too obvious.

Jade

The first time you broke out in hives, he remained completely calm. Jade is rather smart, and he understands your allergy must be because of his disposition as a mer-folk. Although in human form, he couldn't help but notice the way you would hide your rashes either behind makeup or by bulking clothing. He was amused by this for a moment, but when he saw it worsen he couldn't help but become worried.

"Why would you go so far for me? what do you gain by allowing yourself to become sick?" When you replied with a blush that you simply liked Jade, thus his shock soon turned into action. He excused himself for a few days to climb mountains and collect the most effective of flowers and medicinal remedies for allergies and put together a potion that you were able to take to alleviate your symptoms.

He isn't the vice house warden for nothing! His talents and magic prowess truly aided him, albeit in a way that was seemingly selfish. It was all worth it for you, though.

But he does use you as an example during a class project in potionology, having you stand up in front of the class while he compares your allergies before and after taking the potion.

He got a 100% in the project. And a Significant other. A win-win for everyone!

Floyd

Floyd is much smarter than he lets on. The moment he hugs you from behind and touches your arm, he notices the rash right away. He eyed it with a frown, and without saying anything he let go of you much to your dismay, leaving you to your lonesome for a few days on end.

You had to admit you missed Floyd, his silly jokes and way of talking, his unpredictable personality, and the attention he would often give y you. While sitting at the table during a free period, your head was propped up against your hand and a sad sigh escaping your lips.

"Ehhhh? Why is shrimpy sitting here all alone? Didya miss me?" A familiar voice teased as arms wrapped around you and something akin to a vegetable drink set in front of you. You gasped and smile up at the tall male, who wasn't wrapping his arms around you as you were used to, typically ignoring the itching of your rashes. He convinced you to drink what he sat in front of you, and although you eyed it with suspicion, you sighed and drank it in one gulp and tightly shut eyes.

Nothing happened. You turned to look over at Floyd, about to question the purpose of making you drink the (surprisingly tasty) smoothie-like liquid but were quickly interrupted by lips pressing against your own.

The kiss caught you off guard and you began to panic, talking about your allergy...before you realized that nothing was happening. No rash, no itchiness, nothing.

"Seeeee? It's a potion. I made Azul make it for me. Now I can touch you as much as I want," He smiled proudly. However he managed to convince Azul would forever be beyond you...

He forgets to give you the potion sometimes, only when you two are cuddling and a rash or itching pops up do the both of you realize it's time for a dose.

Ya'll are so silly for each other <3

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: walrus

There are a lot of iconic arctic animals, such as the polar bear and narwhal, but my personal favorite is the walrus. Known for their large tusks, prominent whiskers, and habit for busting myths creepy eyes, walruses are unique amongst the pinnipeds. Most people know of the two main groups of pinnipeds: Phocidae, the earless or true seals and Otariidae, the fur seals and sea lions. Walruses however are in a class of their own, being the only surviving species of their own family: Odobenidae. A weird fact that I learned researching for this is that taxonoimists used to think Odobenids evolved from bears before later reclassifying them alongside the other pinnipeds. Old-timey taxonomy was wild and came up with some absolutely unhinged ideas. Like they used to think that microbats and megabats weren't related, instead classifying megabats as primates.

(image; a walrus sitting on an ice flow. It is a large, brown mammals with short limbs that end in flippers. Its head has a wide, blunt snout and two long tusks emerging from the upper jaw)

There is one species of walrus, Odobenus rosmarus, divided into two subspecies based on location: the Atlantic walrus (O. r. rosmarus) and Pacific walrus (O. r. divergens). The two subspecies are still very similar and genetic testing indicates they diverged between 750,000 and 500,000 years ago. There used to be a third listed subspecies from the Laptev sea, O. r. laptevi, but they have since been reclassified as a population of the Pacific walrus. Walruses are very large, being the third largest pinnipeds after the two elephant seal species. The Pacific subspecies is larger than their Atlantic brethren with most males reaching an average weight between 800 and 1,700 kg (1,800 to 3,700 lbs). A few males have been known to grow considerably larger than average. Male Atlantic walruses average about 900 kg (2,200 lbs). In both subspecies, females are about 2/3 the size of males and have shorter tusks. a large portion of their weight comes from the thick layer of blubber under their skin that helps them stay warm. Both subspecies have an average length between 2.2 and 3.6 meters (7.4 to 11.8 ft). Walruses have hind flippers that can turn forward to act like feet, letting them crawl on all fours like sea lions. Like true seals, they have no external ears. The skin is very thick and mostly bald. They are born with brown skin that becomes lighter as they age. While swimming, the blood vessels in the skin construct to reduce blood flow and limit heat loss, which makes them considerably lighter, almost white. Males have skin nodules called bossed around the neck and shoulders. Their creepy eyes are the result of eye sockets with no roof and powerful extraocular muscles that let the eyes protrude out of the skull and look both forward and sideways. The famous mustaches are composed of 400-700 thick whiskers. The whiskers are attached to muscles and have both nerve ending and blood supply. They are incredibly sensitive sense organs and a walrus can identify objects as small as 2mm with its whiskers. Their lips are muscular and flexible and aid in creating a large variety of noises.

(image: a close-up of a walrus's face, showing its prominent whiskers and small eyes. Its mouth is open, revealing its tongue)

How come the walrus can whistle but I can't? (video: a walrus in a zoo being instructed by its handler to make multiple vocalizations)

Of course the most famous features of walruses are their tusks. These two large canines can reach a meter in length and are larger in males than females. The tusks have a number of uses in both sexes, though males use them more. In both sexes, they are used to help dig breathing holes in sea ice, hang onto ice and help the walrus climb out of the water. Males also use their tusks in displays of dominance, especially during mating season. Larger tusks are a sign of dominance and typically the walrus with the largest tusks will win standoffs. If a standoff escalates from posturing to a fight, they will use their tusks as weapons. They tend to strike around the neck and shoulders and the skin nodules in those areas help protect males from each other's tusks. It was formerly believed that walruses would use their tusks to dig for prey on the sea floor, but this is no longer believed to be the case.

(image: a walrus skull showing the tusks)

(image: a walrus using its tusks to hang onto the ice and keep its nostrils above the water)

Walruses spend a lot of their time searching for the food they need to support a body that big. They prefer forging along the continental shelf and spend much more time in shallow water than other pinnipeds. While walruses have been tracked diving 500 meters deep, the majority of dives are much more shallow. The vast majority of a walrus's diet consists of seafloor-dwelling invertebrates including tubeworms, soft corals, tunicates, crabs and shrimp, sea cucumbers, and mollusks. While that's a wide palette, their absolute favorite food is clams. To hunt, walruses drag their noses and the forward surface of their tusks through the sediment and use their whiskers to search for food. This stirs up the sediment and releases nutrients back into the water column, a process balled bioturbation. Many foods can be swallowed whole or chewed, but they have a special feeding style for clams and other bivalves. Walruses will hold the bivalve in their mouths and use their flexible lips to form a water-tight seal around it. It then withdraws its tongue into its mouth to create enough suction to suck the bivalve meat right out of the shell. So important is this strategy to feeding that the shape of their mouths is specially adapted to it. Walruses are also known to feed on seals, though how much of that is due to hunting or scavenging is unknown. Additionally, they will scavenge whales, may hunt walrus trapped under sea ice, and have been seen catching and eating birds.

(image: a walrus foraging for food underwater. It has its snout pressed into the sea floor and is kicking up a large amount of sediment. Still from a National Geographic video)

Walruses are social and migratory, traveling south for the winter and north for the summer in aggregations that can be tens of thousands strong. They will haul out onto land or sea ice in huge numbers, blanketing the landscape in blubber and tusks. While these aggregations are preferred, they are not considered a true social species as they do not aid each other when together. Walruses on land or ice are skittish and will spook easily. Being startled can lead to stampedes while the walruses flee back to sea. Sometimes, walruses will be trampled to death during these stampedes. During mating season, the normally cordial walruses become much less friendly to their neighbors. Breeding seasons lasts from January to March. During this time, males will gather in the water around females in heat and compete for the change to get to that nice walrussy (I will not apologize). This is usually done via bellowing and posturing with the tusks, but may escalate to fights. While males become sexually mature around age 7, they often do not become large and strong enough to secure mates until around age 15. Females become sexually mature between 4 and 6 years old. Curiously, females enter heat twice per year, but males are only fertile once per year. Gestation takes up to 16 months and calves are born able to swim and weighing up to 75 kg (165 lbs). Females with calves move away from the large aggregations, possibly to keep their calves from being crushed in stampedes and possibly to make it harder for predators to detect their scent. Nursing lasts for over a year, longer than in many pinnipeds. Walrus milk is fattier than that of land mammals, but less fatty than that of true seals, forcing walrus mother to nurse longer. Even after being weaned, walruses may spend up to 5 years with their mothers. Females only mate at most every two years, which gives the walrus the lowest reproduction rate of all pinnipeds. Walruses can live up to 30 years in the wild and 40 years in captivity. Male walruses have the largest penis bone of any non-cetacean both in absolute size and proportionately.

(image an aerial shot of a walrus herd on land. There are many walruses and they are so tightly packed together that no ground is visible)

"Don't talk to me or my son ever again" (image: a mother walrus with its calf. The calf is a smaller version of the mother with no tusks. The calf is sittting by its mother's side. Both are looking at the camers)

Walruses have been hunted by humans living in the arctic circle for millennia. Hunting peaked in 18th and 19th centuries when there was a high commercial demand for meat, blubber, skin, and ivory. This almost led to the extirpation of Atlantic walruses. Since then, hunting has been outlawed except by indigenous peoples, allowing the populations to recover. Now, the major threat to walruses is climate change leading to loss of sea ice needed for hauling out and breeding. The IUCN lists both subspecies as Vulnerable. They were an important source of food and other materials to the peoples of the arctic circle and appear frequently in the mythology of said peoples.

(image: a walrus tusk carved with the images of multiple fish, seals, and polar bears)

[itstimetojellyfish]

I can’t , and won’t leave you .( Lingyang x reader)

wee! IM RUNNING OUT OF MOTIVATION.

You will never leave him .

The sweet beast who had torn off his fur , broken his bones , and filed down his claws just to be not lonely .

It breaks your heart how desperate he was . However , you’ve experienced loneliness in the flesh , so you don’t fault him for making all those changes .

He hasn’t received warm welcomes from humanity however …

When you first saw him dancing , with that lion costume on, you were amazed to see how realistic the tail and ears were , only to realize they weren’t fake.

When the crowd finally came to that conclusion they ran away , disgusted by the sight . They left the poor boy all alone , yet he still kept dancing .

You were the only person left in the crowd .

When he saw you , his eyes brightened and he engaged in conversation with you . “ Hey! You’re the first person who hasn’t run away !”

You stare at him , before replying . “ You’re the last Suan’ni aren’t you? I can tell based off the pattern on your ears.”

His eyes widen in surprise before smiling and complimenting your observations.” Wow! You’re really good at observing things!”

You look at him before smiling . The last of his kind , yet having a personality like the sun . How lovely . You would do anything to preserve that smile .

Soon enough , you invite him for some coffee , to learn about each other , to help him understand that you won’t leave and you’ll stay.

After a few weeks, he gets what you’re trying to do , and he finally lets his guard down . He chats with you with renewed enthusiasm, and you listen .

He needs help with inspiration with lion-dancing? No problem, 12 books on ancient moves .

He needs some motivation? You have 12 speeches ready for him .

He requires some help grooming his tail and ears? No worries , you have all the proper equipment to help him .

After this goes on for a while , he starts to do little things he doesn’t really know he does , whenever your mentioned his eyes light up and then he continues to blabber about you for the next hour .

Also, whenever you gift him something he keeps it safe , and then after that he gifts you something back .

The boy also always nuzzles your cheek or neck whenever he gets a chance , it’s a trait from when he was a beast.

After all this doting , he realizes , that he’ll miss it if you leave him , yes , you may have reassured him plenty of times , but he’s not exactly sure you’ll keep that promise.

Some weeks pass by , and he finally gets the courage to ask you,

Lingyang leads you to a mountain side where you both will get privacy and then asks you whether or not you actually mean you’ll stay by his side forever.

You stand there . A sweet smile. Spreads on your face as you reply .” I’ve grown attached to you .”

You walk over to him and hug him , your lips by his ear as you say .

“ I can’t and I won’t leave you Lingyang , I love you .”

[lsunstreakerl]

I offer some scrapbook max?

1.5k, featuring genetically mutated bears, charles vs a cement wall, and barbecue of various kinds.

Max winces as Charles gets flung past him. The suits can take a lot of damage, but...

Ouch.

Unfortunately, an absence of Charles means there needs to be an overcompensation of Max, so he pulls his gloves back on, tries to ignore the way they scrape over his raw fingertips.

There's a loud roar, much closer than Max would like it to be, because an oil company had unearthed an old Canadian bioweapon expy, and now it wants to kill everything.

It looks a bit like a gigantic bear.

He can hear loud swearing somewhere behind him, which is a good sign for Charles. If he's getting enough air to cuss at the ground, the sky, the sea, and the bear's whore mother- Charles' words, not his- he's probably going to be okay.

Max pokes the side of his head from around the large chunk of concrete he's grown rapidly fond of, watches as the bear thing turns in slow circles.

There's the sound of more fighting around them- because why make one giant killer bear when you can make several- and Max kind of hopes everyone else is doing okay, because this whole thing had been very last minute, and they're really just trying to hold out until the seniors show up.

And Charles is still not back yet, so Max is out of time to feel sorry for himself, darting out behind the rubble.

If he jumps here, and lands over there-

Max lands on sharp, scraggly fur, digging his fingers in as the bear makes a furious noise, flinging its weight around.

This is going to need to be short and sweet.

For the bear, anyways. It's going to suck for Max.

He ducks his head down, bites into the mouth guard as he feels out the space around him. His stomach flips at the smell of ozone, building and building around them.

His hands are snapping in the gloves, uncomfortably hot.

Max does not want to do this more than once- isn't sure if he can, really- so he lets it build up further, tightening under his skin, muscles buzzing. There's a dull ache behind his eyes, jaw twitching as he grips his fingers tighter.

The bear is not happy. That's fine- Max isn't either, although he's starting to feel a slight hysterical mania in his chest, eyes dry as he twists his hands down.

It's like a pressure valve, one that Max has strenuous control over at best- arcing down through his bones, leaping between him and the bear.

Only one of them is going to survive it, and it's not the bear.

His teeth sink into the mouth guard, every muscle tense as he pulls more and more, sends it pushing through them both at breakneck speeds.

Max can't see- can't hear, can't even think, just knows that there is the charge, and there is him, and there is the bear.

And then it's just him and the charge, ebbing away from him. Max's senses start slowly creeping back in- it smells like charred meat and ozone. The air is oppressive and thick around him.

His ears are ringing, a high pitched noise at the base of his skull. His jaw is still clenched- probably won't unclench for a few minutes. He's thankful for the bite guard.

His fingers are still digging into the fur- Max can't feel them yet. Everything from his elbows down might as well not be a part of him- distant and unfamiliar.

Max stays still, head bowed. He starts to be able to feel his legs beyond the pins and needles, starts to hear more clearly. His jaw is relaxing.

He takes a few deep breaths through his nose before spitting the mouth guard out. His mouth tastes like iron and copper. The mouth guard dangles from the strap attached his neck guard- there's red smeared across it.

He needs to go check on Charles, and then the others. The lightning is flashy- if there are any other bears left, they're probably very interested in what's just happened here.

Max pushes himself to his feet, has to yank his hands out of the creatures fur. His gloves are burnt, charred and smoldering. His fingers are probably flashed out, dead all the way up to his wrist. Again.

The ringing is tolerable- still feels like someone is drilling into his skull, but it's manageable, at least for now. It has to be.

Max staggers away from the stink of charred flesh, leaves the bear behind as he follows the path he's fairly confident Charles unwillingly took through the air.

There's a person sized hole in the concrete. Max has to respect it- it's not every day Charles gets sent through layers of cement.

He picks his way through the rubble. There's a much neater hole on the other side of the structure, and he can hear shouting through it.

Charles must have gone to help the others. It makes Max feel better- he'd hate to have electrocuted him again. He's not quite been forgiven for the first time yet.

There's a few tendrils of Fog as Max walks past- there's a doorway nearby they should watch for, and they'll need to triple check their head counts.

He squints as he swings his legs through the last hole, dropping to the ground in front of Tsunoda and Doohan.

Yuki grins at him, eyes slightly maniacal in a way that makes everyone save for Max and Pierre uncomfortable. Pierre is into it, Max is pretty sure.

Max just finds it reassuring. A bit less lonely.

"We are eating bear tonight!"

Doohan laughs as Max pulls a face, disgusted.

He's too tired to give words- and they don't always come out right after a big strike, turn into a jumbled disordered mess that doesn't make sense. It makes people worried, so he just keeps his mouth shut instead.

Also, he's pretty sure there's blood on his teeth.

"C'mon mate, you probably won't even notice the killer bear taste- I bet Yuk's can make it into an awesome burger."

Jack is young and optimistic, and has not had to live through Yuki's experimentation phases yet.

Max isn't entirely sure it was the battlefield that killed Mazepin- he's more inclined to blame it on the meal they'd had the night before. Mazepin just wasn't strong enough to stomach Yuki's more... eccentric ideas.

Not that he mourns that particular loss.

Yuki pokes him gently in the side.

"It will be good, I promise. I did head count for everyone here- all set. Charles came through the wall to help."

That's a nice way to phrase it. Yuki must like Charles more than Max thought.

He nods, eyes flicking over the rest of the destroyed environment. There's groups of the others, a quick head count of his own to make sure all are accounted for. They are.

Yuki will be a good team lead in a year or two.

There's a sharp whistle, and then Charles is picking his way over the rocks, suit coated in grey dust, dinged with rocks. There's a scrape across his cheek, and his nose didn't bend that way the last time Max saw him, so he'll probably have a black eye in a bit.

"Verstappen! Did you seriously let me get chucked through a building?"

Max lazily shrugs. It's not his fault Charles didn't find good enough cover. If Charles couldn't keep up, he shouldn't have dropped in with Max.

He's not a babysitter.

Charles frowns.

"Right. Forgot that you don't care."

Max cares, just- not a whole lot. Not when it's so easy for any one of them to be snuffed out, just as easily as Max can snap a spark in the air, or Pierre can drag the air from someone's lungs. There's no point in attachment when people are so fleeting.

There's rotating helicopter blades above them. The seniors, fashionably late as always.

Max doesn't hold any resentment- he just thinks the system is dumb. It was better further north, where they all fought, all the time. No hierarchies of responsibility based on age and experience, just whoever could hit hardest surviving the longest.

Sure, most people don't voluntarily go up north- but they also have the best rates for keeping abnormality related fatalities down. It's an impressive feat, for how much of the area is drenched in Fog year round.

Max misses it sometimes, when he's here. Especially in moments like these, where he's considered cruel for not doing Charles' job for him.

He was considered one of the kinder team leads back home. Here- not so much.

Yuki and Jack are busy looking up at the helicopters, so Max flashes Charles a smile, displays his bloodstained teeth. The way Charles shifts on his feet- he still doesn't trust Max.

Max has never quite been able to figure him out- maybe he thinks he has to watch Max, to protect the others. Max isn't sure. Sometimes, on days like today, he's not sure if Charles knows either.

He licks over his teeth, twists back to spit blood into the ground. Hopefully Daniel is up there- he doesn't mind waterfalling water for Max when he's burnt his hands. He gets it.

It's nice having someone who gets it.

[itsa-not-me]

@nightunite you’ve cursed me with this. I gotta get this out of my system stat.

I’m just…I’m sorry

CW; threesome, anal play, rimming, oral, anal sex, vaginal sex, cum eating, more loss of my sanity

Johnny’s always one to come up with funny plot ideas for his videos for the holidays. He’s seen all the serious ones or the ones where it’s maybe some throw away line about step siblings or being short on cash for the pizza guy, growing up. And he likes the serious and the cliche shoots, he likes sex, but the silly shoots? Oh those are great.

He personally thinks he’s outdone himself this year. He’s gotten Simon to agree to wear these honestly hideous green fuzzy boxers, and for himself he helped costumes make a headband with puppy dog ears and a single antler attached between them. (Theres even a tail that Johnny wears, Simon only agreed to the boxers because Johnny let Simon finger his ass until he was crying to loosen him up for the tail plug)

And then that left you, the present in the middle. You’re new to the company, just signed on a couple months ago and you like how nice everyone’s been, and how transparent they are about health statuses, the use of birth control, boundaries.

You’re excited for the shoot. Even laughed when you saw the truly ridiculous or sparse costumes your costars have on (Johnnys only wearing the headband and tails). It’s not like you’re much better, you got a single ribbon wrapped around your neck, tied up in a pretty bow in the back, and not much else. Simon does help you put on nipple covers, since the boys are strapping you down to a collapsible cube doggy style, and he says that he knows from experience that the hard top can chafe the nipples.

Everyone goes over the stoplight system, what your personal safeword is, and what to do if you can’t speak for whatever reason and you need it to stop (there’s a loud buzzer button placed in your hand to squeeze if its too much). Once you’re set and everyone is good to go it’s show time.

As soon as the director shouts action, you can feel Johnny diving into your ass, mouth and tongue working to prepare you for the plug you’d agreed to. You’re not left alone long enough to sink into the feeling without distraction. Simon’s coming up to you, cock already out through the front fold of the awful green boxers and hard. He slides his fingers into your hair to hold it firm at the base, the way you had showed him you liked it earlier, and you can’t help but moan at the pleasant ache.

Simon’s ordering you to stick your tongue out, tapping the head of his cock against it when you do. It gives you the barest taste of his pre, really it’s just a tease, and you look up at him with pleading eyes, only he’s looking at Johnny behind you. They must have some silent conversation because Simon is rocking the head of his cock along your tongue, something that keeps you both a little on edge as you hear and feel Johnny spit on your asshole.

Before you can whine to have a little more, Simon’s pushing into your mouth just as it feels like Johnny is pushing a finger in. Your moan is cut off as you choke on Simon, throat squeezing around the head of his cock, while your ass squeezes around Johnnys fingers.

Even if it’s something you’ve discussed already, Simon still pulls back enough to check in, asking if everything is green only for you to nod eagerly, sighing as you tell them both you can take more. So they give you more.

Simon takes his time to enjoy fucking your throat, pushing deep enough that your nose is buried in the fake fur and your drool is matting it. Johnny on the other hand, seems to want to see how fast he can pull you apart. He’s making sure that you’re prepped properly, doesn’t want to hurt you, but he’s making it a mess of spit and lube, fucking your ass with three of his big fingers only to pull them out and see how you gap just a little.

He can also see how your cunt is getting wet, pretty folds seemingly begging for attention. He wants to spit on your pussy, see if it clenches the same as your ass did, but he knows he has to wait for it, doesn’t want to risk cross contamination. Instead when he has three fingers hooked into your ass with one hand, he takes his cock in the other and starts to rub the head of it through your folds, letting it catch at your weeping hole, but ultimately going to focus on your clit.

And you must feel good because the way you’re moaning and swallowing around Simon’s cock has him moaning, grip tight in your hair as he starts to fuck your face. You just take it all so beautifully. At one point he pauses to just push as deep into your throat as possible, counting to five slowly so you don’t panic before pulling out to let you take a breath. He does that over and over again until he finds himself on the edge and he has to pull out entirely, telling Johnny to put the plug in.

He holds your gaze, wiping away stray tears and ignoring the way his cock bobs in front of you like it’s begging for attention again. He enjoys the way your eyes flutter as the anal plug gets pushed it. It makes you look cute along with your flushed face. Once it’s in Simon gives Johnny a nod to go and wash his hands and mouth. He keeps a hand on you as he moves around to your backside and oh don’t you look like a pretty gift for them.

The plug’s base is decorated with fake mistletoe, so it looks like it’s hanging above your cunt, and boy does it look like she’s begging for a kiss. He can see your clit is already plump and shiny from Johnny coating it with his precum. And you’re soaked, so much that you’re dripping down your thighs.

The man can’t ignore a holiday tradition can he?

The way he kisses your pussy is nasty, tongue starting at your clit and dragging all the way to shove into your hole once, then twice. He knows it feels good, even if he couldn’t hear the way you’re moaning he’d be able to feel how you clamp down on his tongue.

But he really isn’t suppose to be in the holiday cheer is he?

So he pulls back to your disappointed moans, mouth already coated in your slick. He tries to hush you, says that you’ll be getting your presents soon enough, but you still beg him to fill you, to fuck you. Simon tsks you, but he says he’ll be generous at least. You think it means he’ll give you his fingers, or maybe his mouth again. Instead you feel as Simon pushes a toy into you, the low vibrations already making your toes curl. Where Johnny found a candy cane themed vibrator Simon will never know, but he’s enjoying the insight of it all. Because it’s such a cute look, ass full of mistletoe and cunt full of a thick faux peppermint stick.

So Simon goes about torturing you with the vibrator as you both wait for Johnny. Sometimes he’ll fuck you fast and hard but with the vibrations on low, other times it’s slow and gentle, but the vibrations are clicked to max.

That’s what Johnny walks back into, Simon slowly circling the vibrator in you while it’s set to max, making you cry and beg to cum. Simon just gives Johnny a smirk when he comes back to lick your slick that’s still on Simon’s face.

You don’t expect Johnny to be the one asking if you’ve been a good girl this year coming into your line of sight as he walks around to your head. He almost coos at how teary and pleading you are when you tell him you have. He pets your hair, moving it out of the way before telling you that maybe you should do a little more to prove you’re on the nice list. And that’s how you’re sucking and swallowing Johnnys cock like your orgasm depends on it.

You must be doing good because suddenly Simon is fucking you with the vibrator, fast, hard, and with the vibrations set to the highest setting. Johnny doesn’t even pull out of your throat entirely when you cum screaming, just pulling back enough so you can get some air.

But it’s not like you’re giving any reprieve though because what feels like seconds into your orgasm Simon is forcing his cock into your pussy and fucking you through it and into the next one.

And you’re held like that, Johnny fucking your throat while Simon does his best to ensure you’re not walking straight for the next 24 hours. It’s absolute bliss even if you feel like you can’t tell up from down. After a while Johnny pulls out, letting everyone hear Simon fuck the voice out of you. You have no idea what he’s doing, but suddenly the front of the cube is being lowered, arms stretched out and tied up above your head so you’re in a wicked but not uncomfortable curve downward.

Simon enjoys the view even more once Johnny has you all set up, arms tied in the same pretty ribbon around your neck. He lets himself enjoy the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock and squeezing like it’s begging for every last drop. He asks if you’re ready for your gift and you practically please for him to give it to you. How could he deny you?

He waits until Johnny is back at his side before fucking into you with short hard thrusts before a deep grind as he cums deep inside your pussy. You moan at the warm feeling filling your tummy, but the boys moan at the view of Simon pulling out of you, cum spilling every time your poor used hole clenches.

Simon doesn’t even have to tell Johnny to do anything before he’s diving into your pussy, already licking up the cum that’s dripped down onto your clit, before going straight to the source. The attention makes you whine but you don’t tap out, because it feels so good to be at their mercy and to let Johnny feats on your pussy like it’s his last meal. And Johnny is savoring it. He is. The taste of you and Simon mixing on his tongue is divine. But he’s also so excited for what comes next his cock is dropping on the floor.

Johnny isn’t inconsiderate though, he makes sure you get a few good orgasms as he eats you out, making your pussy clean with his spit. Then he’s onto his prize. He’s at least gentle as he starts to lightly push and pull on the plug, gently fucking your ass with it as he asks if you’re still green. He doesn’t hear the answer, but don’t worry, Simon’s there. He’s pressed up tight to Johnny, pumping his cock with a lubed hand as you slur you’re green, that you’re still good.

With a dark chuckle Simon is grabbing the plug with Johnny, the two of them starting to pull the plug further out of you after pushing it in. It’s a delicious kind of torture until it comes out with a pop, leaving your ass to gap a little, and really it’s an invitation for both men to spit on you.

You’re not left empty for long, the plug being replaced with Johnny’s cock. He’s so gentle with it to, slowly giving you more and more of his cock with every thrust. The lube that Simon pours directly onto the two of you is a little cool but that’s because Simon’s a little mean and he likes the little gasp you give.

Soon Johnny’s fucking you in long smooth strokes and it feels heavenly. You’re warm and when you squeeze down on him it sends a zing of pleasure up his spine.

And then Simon starts pulling at his own plug and he knows it’s going to feel better. He moans when the plug gets pulled out, giving you a hard thrust that makes you whimper a little before he’s murmuring apologies.

That all goes out the window when Simon starts to thrust hard into him the way he likes it though. He almost pulls himself out of you with how desperate he pushes back to get Simon as deep into his guts as possible. It’s only the other man’s grip on his hips that keep him from doing so. Simon uses Johnny as a toy to fuck you with for a few moments, pushing the man into you before pulling him back onto his own cock. He only chuckles when Johnny whines for more, telling the man he’s gotta do the work then.

So Johnny puts in the work. He’s practically going cross eyed from how good it feels to fuck into someone and to be fucked into. You can’t even talk because the feeling of both men fucking you is sending you to a new state of being. You don’t even realize you’re cumming from the feeling, it’s all just one big pleasure ride.

Johnny can tell though, and again it’s Simon that’s forcing his hips as deep into you as possible to make sure Johnny’s cum isn’t escaping you…yet. In fact it’s Johnny’s turn to lose his mind as Simon keeps him buried in you, fucking him until Johnny is hard and thrusting into you, only to be forced to cum into you again. It’s a cycle that gets repeated until Johnny’s drooling and you’re now also dripping onto the floor.

Finally Simon’s deemed you full of enough cum, and it’s knowing that you’re both a fucked out mess that sends Simon over the edge, fucking his cum as deep into Johnny as he can. After a few seconds he starts to shuffle both him and Johnny back, for him to finally slip out of you. And for the cum to start dripping without Johnny’s cock to plug you full.

Sliding his fingers into Johnny’s mohawk, he forces the man face first back into your ass, telling him to clean up the mess he’s made. Johnny’s happy to comply, and it’s only once he’s into it does Simon pull out of him, letting the camera get the view of his own cum starting to drop out of Johnny.

Edit;

This is the second version cause tumblr ate the first when i tried to post it.

[n0vazsq]

Guilty as charged | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x gf!reader

summary . . . Buying a puppy with your boyfriend

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . THIS IS SO CUTE AND SWEET IM GONNA CRYYYY <33 ALSO WTF MY FATHER JS SAID HES TAKING AWAY ALL MY DEVICES WTF BRO

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @notm4d1 ,, @httpsdana (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . It was one of those sunny Saturdays where the air felt warm but not too hot, perfect for a stroll outside. You and Marc had been talking about getting a dog for a while now, but today felt like the day. You were both in a good mood, excited about the idea of bringing a puppy into your lives.

Marc had been doing his best to stay calm, but you could tell he was excited. His usual relaxed, easygoing demeanor was a little more lively than usual, and there was a sparkle in his eyes whenever he talked about it.

You, on the other hand, were practically bouncing with anticipation. A puppy was something you both had talked about for months, and now the time had finally come.

"Are you sure you’re ready for this?" you asked, teasing him as the two of you walked into the animal shelter.

Marc shot you a playful look. "Of course I am," he replied, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "I mean, it’s not like I’ve never had a dog before. I grew up with them."

You laughed, nudging him with your shoulder. "I’m just making sure you’re not going to bail out on me when the puppy wakes you up at 4 am for a bathroom break."

"I’ll be fine," he said confidently, though his eyes gleamed with excitement. "Besides, you’ll be there to help, right?"

"Of course," you said, rolling your eyes at his playful tone. "I wouldn’t leave you hanging."

Inside, the shelter was bustling with people, some with their eyes glued to the cages, others chatting with staff members. You and Marc wandered through the aisles of dogs, each one more adorable than the last.

But then, you came across a small, fluffy puppy with big brown eyes who immediately caught your attention.

"Oh my god," you whispered, bending down to get a closer look at the tiny ball of fur. "Marc, look at this one."

Marc crouched down beside you, his face lighting up the moment he saw the puppy. The little one was a mix of a golden retriever and something else, and it was all fluffy ears and big paws, the sweetest thing you’d ever seen.

"She's perfect," Marc said, his voice soft as he extended his hand to the puppy. The puppy sniffed his fingers curiously before leaning into his touch, nuzzling his hand. It was like she was already attached to him.

You could see Marc’s face soften, his usual cool and collected nature melting away as he smiled down at the puppy. "She likes me," he said, his voice almost a little in awe.

"I think she likes you a lot," you replied, your heart swelling at the sight of Marc bonding with the puppy so quickly.

The shelter worker approached you both, a kind smile on her face. "You two have good taste," she said. "She’s a sweet one. Her name is Bella."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread in your chest. "Bella. I think that’s perfect," you said, looking at Marc.

Marc’s eyes flickered to yours, a little unsure. "You sure? I mean, if you’re not one hundred percent sold, we can keep looking."

But you could see it in his eyes, he was already in love with her.

"I’m sold," you said, gently reaching out to pick Bella up. The puppy immediately snuggled against your chest, licking your chin as she settled in your arms.

Marc laughed softly, the sound warm and genuine. "I guess we’re getting a puppy, then."

"I think we are," you replied with a grin, looking up at him.

He stood up and took a step closer to you, his hand resting lightly on your back. "You’re okay with this? With a puppy?"

"Are you kidding?" you asked, shaking your head in amusement. "I’ve been wanting one for ages. And now we’re getting this little one to call our own."

Marc’s smile grew wider, and he leaned down to kiss you on the cheek. "Then it’s settled. Bella’s ours."

You both made the arrangements, taking Bella home a little while later. You and Marc set up her little bed in the living room, and the three of you spent the rest of the afternoon lounging on the couch together.

Bella would occasionally wriggle around in her sleep, causing both of you to laugh at her adorable antics.

As evening came, you found yourself lying on the couch with Marc, Bella curled up between you. Marc’s arm was draped over your shoulders, and you felt his thumb gently tracing circles on your arm.

"I can’t believe we have a puppy now," you said softly, watching Bella as she slept, her little chest rising and falling with each breath. "This is crazy."

Marc chuckled, glancing down at the two of you. "Yeah, it is," he agreed, his voice low and thoughtful. "But it feels good. Like…we look like parents now."

You raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at your lips. "Parents, huh?"

He nodded, looking down at Bella. "I mean, we’re already taking care of her. We feed her, we walk her, we make sure she’s comfy….it kind of feels like we’re starting a little family."

You felt a rush of warmth in your chest, and for a moment, you just looked at Marc, taking in the way his face softened when he talked about the puppy. You could see the love he already had for her, and the thought that you were both doing this together made your heart swell.

"Well, if we’re parents," you said, a teasing smile spreading across your face, "then you’re definitely the dad who’s always spoiling her with treats."

Marc grinned, leaning closer to you. "Guilty as charged."

You laughed, but then he shifted so he was facing you fully, his hand gently lifting your chin so you were looking into his eyes. There was something in his gaze, something deeper than usual, filled with affection, and it made your heart skip a beat.

He leaned in slowly, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tender kiss. The kiss deepened as you both lost yourselves in the moment, the gentle pressure of his lips sending a wave of warmth through you.

Bella shifted between you both, but neither of you paid her any mind. It was just the two of you, with your new puppy, and everything felt right.

When you finally pulled back, your foreheads resting together, Marc smiled, his voice quiet. "I’m glad it’s you I’m doing this with. Starting this…new chapter with."

You smiled, kissing him again, this time with more affection than words could convey. "Me too. I’m glad it’s you."

Marc’s grin widened, and he pulled you in for a tight hug, one arm holding you and Bella close. "Well, we’re in this together now. Puppy and all."

You laughed, feeling more content than you ever thought possible. As you all snuggled together on the couch, you realized that life didn’t get much better than this; Marc, Bella, and the feeling that you were starting a little family of your own.

[atarathegreat]

My 'Pup' König

KorTac, who was better known for its swifter breeds, did have some war types sprinkled in. Mostly German Shepards, but the one that stood out was the Colonel. Colonel König was a Tibetan Mastiff born in an unknown area to a German mother and an unknown, foreign father. Bushy tail and fluffy ears aside. the Colonel was an absolute unit and killing machine. König had the sharpest canines on base, sharpest senses and even the sharpest tongue when he chose to speak.

Speaking with other members was never an issue, the man gave the clearest orders of anyone, but he avoided women. Women were to be respected and treated fairly in his squads...but avoided because he was nervous. First impressions meant everything, and if he didn't go full Colonel mode, he would fumble his words and make a mess of himself.

"She's a Tibetan, like you, so you'll be training her." König was given his order swiftly and without him having time to protest. Everyone could see that something was bothering him, his tail down instead of curled as it usually was. No one dared to ask, seeing how agitated the man was. So, no one raised a finger when a female Tibetan started to follow him around.

"You're the Colonel?" Your voice startled him. König had been too wrapped up in his thoughts to even notice your scent behind him. Steel toed boot, meet steel toed boot. You blocked his kick with one of your own, wagging your tail happily as he growled at you.

Great, I've already made a fool of myself... König grumbled to himself as he lowered his foot to the ground. "Apologies, I failed to notice your approach." König held a hand out to you. It was strange that you wagged your tail at a man who had bared his teeth (something you couldn't see because of his sniper's hood) at you and growled with every ounce of dog in his genes. "All good, Sir. I was informed to find you for my first day of training." The way you smiled at him showed your little canines. He wondered if they were as sharp as they looked.

"Today I want you to show me what you know -"

"Nothing, Sir." The interjection was...annoying, sure, but König could handle it, "I am fresh from camp, Sir. Not an ounce of knowledge in my brain." König sighed and pinned his ears back, "Alright, then spend the day learning the base and I'll figure out what we'll do tomorrow."

König watched your fluffy tail bounce away to make friends and learn the base, just as he'd ordered. He liked that. An obedient little thing, weren't you? For the next week you showcased your obedience and willingness to learn everything you needed to. Getting attached to you wasn't something that König planned on; it was just that you were perfect for him. Little, obedient, strong, and he couldn't help but notice the way you retained his scent from all the time you spent near him. It made him mess up when you were near, fumble his words, and trip over his moves while fighting.

"You smell sweet, pup, what's your name?" A large German Shepard was looming over you and smiling so his canines stuck out. As if she'd be swayed by your pathetic teeth. König glared at the display of what was supposed to be elitism but only came off as desperate. The fur of your tail bounced as you wagged, "I'm Y/n. You are?"

"My name doesn't matter, pup." The soldier was carefully holding some papers, so his nametag was hidden. "But I tell you what pup," He leaned over her and whispered, grinning as he glanced up at the colonel. When your tail stopped, König moved. It didn't matter what happened, you always wagged your tail and angled your ears to whoever was talking. No tail wags, ears flattened. König didn't like it.

"-and I'm sure you'd take my knot perfectly. Wouldn't you?"

König snatched you up by the back of your neck and tossed you over his shoulder, growling deep in his chest. The German Shepard, as they both abandoned rank to take part in the dominance battle, got chest-to-chest with König and growled back. There was a heavy decline in striking fear in the other male due to König's hood hiding his teeth. You were aware of how scary the Colonel could be from training, so you carefully reached around and raised the mask enough to flash his shiny canines.

"She ain't got your scent strapped to her." The German Shepard snarled; his tail lowered to show aggression. It was a move König didn't take kindly to. "Then you must be nose blind, she reeks of me." König growled, leaning to get in the man's face, "Might wanna go to the vet and get that fixed."

"König..." Gods, the way your sweet little voice calling him anything but 'Colonel' made his tail perk, "I'm gonna bite him if he doesn't leave you alone..."

"Then how about we get away and I'll show them all whose pup you are."

[yanderes-galore]

Dutch van der linde Panther hybrid au concept 🗣🗣

It's time for Panther to write panthers.

Yandere! Panther! Dutch Van Der Linde Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Courting, Scent kink, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Possessive behavior, Biting, Marking, Grooming (As in what cats do), Violence, Blood, Mentions of mates, Murder, Jealousy, Dubious relationship.

I know for hybrid concepts I usually tend to write human/hybrid pairings.

However, hear me out on this.

You can either have a human darling fooled by an injured Dutch, the panther pretending to be injured to lay low from the law or rob your home.

Yet the panther then gets too attached... seeing you as a mate or human to call his own.

OR, Panther! Dutch falling for Domestic Cat! Darling.

You're a domestic feline hybrid that lives in one of the towns.

Maybe you're a farm cat in Valentine/Emerald Ranch... or perhaps a city cat in Saint Denis.

Either way, despite your smaller build, Dutch is smitten by you and your scent.

Even to the point of stalking you around, watching you (and your human if you have one), all while the much larger cat tries to court you.

He wants to corrupt such an innocent cat to be with him, to be part of his gang, to be his.

His gang is full of hybrids.

He'd probably take his darling, human or hybrid, to his gang and make them stay at camp with him.

But first... Dutch would do his best to sway them in his favor.

Dutch is known for having a silver tongue, for swaying people.

Him being a panther hybrid only reflects such cunning behavior.

With a fanged grin and sway of his tail, Dutch can be beyond manipulative.

Perhaps he wounds himself to allow a human to care for him?

He'd inflict a bullet wound or claw at his leg, just to bleed at your doorstep and gain your pity.

Big panther or not, you won't leave him out here, will you?

He'd use such a tactic to lay low, pretending to be your domestic little stray while you care for him.

He may swipe from you but he mostly just needs you and your home for cover.

He keeps in contact with the gang, often asking some of the other hybrids for updates on certain things.

However... In this scenario, Dutch may get addicted to being pampered by you.

He's a predatory feline, one meant to survive in the wild on his own.

Yet when you bandage him, clean him, feed him, treat him like a house cat?

Well... He isn't going to turn that down.

In fact... Dutch finds himself attached to you, seeing you as his human.

He rarely leaves your home to lay low.

Sure, he could mask himself, but then he wouldn't get to lay in your lap and purr.

A similar situation occurs if you are a domestic hybrid.

Except, he isn't trying to lay low.

He simply caught a whiff of your scent, smelled feline, and followed you.

Only to learn you're a pampered house cat hybrid, living either on your own or with a human of your own.

Everything from your furred ears and tail to your clothes was so... proper.

So different compared to him, a wild hybrid covered in dirt.

He couldn't help but be attached, this time due to more primal reasons.

Although, he'd take a human or hybrid as a mate, he's compatible with both as long as the hybrid is feline based (and has a uterus, he doesn't have to worry about kittens if you have no uterus)

You're so different... Dutch bets you wouldn't last in a fight, be that with guns or claws.

You need a big strong mate to claim and protect you, don't you?

The panther would linger in front of his obsession's window, sniffing your scent and pawing to come inside your home.

He's a rugged hybrid... but he can't help but want you, a smaller and more delicate hybrid.

Dutch knows he has a domestic ginger haired cat hybrid at the camp... but you?

Human, hybrid, doesn't matter...

Dutch wants you as his mate, ignoring Molly in favor of this new obsession. (Justice for my girl....)

Now that there's some background of Dutch's bond towards you, here's some general behavior.

Dutch's purrs are loud.

He often likes to crawl on top of his obsession and cuddle them, purring away with his long tail wrapped around their waist.

He likes to coat you in his scent by rubbing against you, even coating himself in yours so people associate you with each other.

Poor Molly, the ginger domestic cat hybrid, is going to pick up on your scent on Dutch....

He doesn't even seem to care.

All he cares about is you now.

Dutch would groom you, fur or not.

By this I of course mean him running his tongue along you.

For humans it's much rougher, his tongue feeling like sandpaper as he coats you in his saliva.

He grooms you not only to scent, but soothe himself.

It reassures him he's claimed you.

Speaking of which, Dutch would have a thing for biting.

He likes to bite your neck and nape, purring as he marks you and licks your skin.

He's possessive, the whole reason he scents you so aggressively.

Soon, when he feels he can go outside, Dutch stalks you from a distance.

His hazel eyes never leave your form, remembering the scent of those around you to hunt down later.

When you get home, the panther immediately scents you with low growls.

How does he deal with rivals? Claws or guns, depending on the situation.

Claws are definitely more silent.

Although, guns are cleaner.

It depends on how much the person got on his nerves.

Dutch taking you back to camp is inevitable.

If you're human or a domestic cat, it doesn't matter.

You'll be in a camp full of hybrids and have to rely on Dutch for help.

There's all sorts of hybrids in the gang.

Canines, felines, bears, birds, rodents, deer, rabbits...

It can be dangerous for someone who isn't well equipped.

If you're human, congrats, you're the only full human there.

You're a pure human surrounded by hybrids.

If you're a hybrid, Dutch keeps you in his tent.

Getting you there is the tricky part.

Dutch would have to knock you out in both scenarios, tossing you on a horse before riding back to camp.

Hosea's probably going to lecture him, the damn owl....

He doesn't care if you feel out of place or intimidated.

The panther keeps you close to him, purring as he glares towards the other hybrids in the area.

In camp, he has to worry about less people around you.

Yet he still has to worry about people like Micah or Javier getting too close to you, his mate.

Dutch would be one to corrupt your innocent mindset.

He's done it to many others.

In fact, that's like everyone in the gang.

The panther has honeyed words.

Dutch would bribe you with freedom and trinkets, begging you to stay with him in the camp.

No matter what happens, you're his top priority.

Molly no doubt is envious of your new position.

Even if it was not a role you asked for.

Being Dutch's "mate" wasn't your intention.

He just managed to coax you into being his.

If Molly tried to start something or fought with you, Dutch looms behind her.

The panther's eyes glare into the smaller ginger cat, crossing his arms with a flick of his tail.

Molly wouldn't hurt you regardless, even in envy.

She knows Dutch is a dangerous man.

Dutch is a man who gets what he wants, no matter how much blood is spilled.

In fact, as a hunter and con man, he loves fooling people to get what he wants.

Dealing with Dutch in general is a poor choice...

But as a hybrid? You'd swear he's even worse.

[adobe-outdesign]

are there any neopets/colors/combinations thereof you have a really strong opinions about but haven’t had the chance to review?

(I'll do Peophins for this one as I feel like I like them more than most and there's no requests in for them right now.)

I'm always amazed that Peophins aren't more popular than they are. They are one of the most beautiful 'pets by far—Neopets as a whole have pretty stocky, chunky anatomy, but Peophins are abnormally thin proportionally, and surprisingly anatomically accurate to real horses compared to something like the Uni. This gives them a natural elegance, which a lot of colours build upon.

Peophins are also really strong conceptually, taking inspiration from mythologies like the hippocampus. Even if you don't know what that is, the mere idea of an aquatic horse with a tail instead of back legs and fins along their ears is a very unique and easy design to grasp. Little things like the plates on their snouts also add to the uniqueness of the design.

The only thing that's bad about Peophins (other than the fact that underwater Neopets like them don't get much NPC rep) is that their basic colours are kind of terrible. They have the base color and yellow accents, but then turn around and have a really off-putting second color for the mane and a random green spot on their forehead gem, creating a mess of a palette. It would've been much better if the green gem was either yellow or the base color, and the mane was a neutral lighter tone. Thankfully, most other Peophin colors fix this issue.

Peophins benefited heavily from conversion, as their old art was extremely dated. In addition to overall art quality, the anatomy was also improved to be less lumpy and things like the ears and mane were improved proportionally.

Favorite Colours:

Tyrannian: Tyrannian's caveman-like designs are not something I'd usually refer to as pretty, but the Peophin knocks it out of the park. The dark streak down the back and the underbelly combined with the fur makes it look a lot more like a prehistorical seal-esq creature, and little details like the mask being made out of stone are perfect. The mane is also quite pretty and adds a much needed pop of color.

Both the UC and converted versions are great, though I'll give the UC a minor edge for having a slightly more unique shape to the ears/fins and having the tail elements be more visible.

Royal: What I like about royal Peophins is that they take the idea of the Peophin's head plate and gem and expand on it, both by wrapping it around the ears to make a kind of crown and by adding lots of complimentary jewelry. I also like how the robes flow nicely with the body and make logical sense for an underwater creature. Both the royal girl and boy are good and match each other well, though between the two I do like the royal girl a bit more just because of the lovely palette.

Stealthy: Slightly unusual for a ninja colour but still very cool, the stealthy Peophin feels like it was also made with the water in mind. Lose-fitting cloth ninja robes are replaced with water-friendly mesh, and there's a bunch of metal holding bands that compliment the usual head plating. I also think that it's neat that they have a tie around their mouth similar to the reins of a normal horse. Also, the unclothed base, while much simpler, is also pretty nice.

BONUS: I'm normally of the opinion that faerie pets are best with markings, whether they be swirls, layers of color, or speckles, so that they're not just a normal Neopet with wings attached. However, while I would've loved to see some light pink swirls around the hooves and tail of the faerie Peophin, it still looks really nice. This is mostly because the lavender base is complimented by pink and silver accents, making it different than a basic Peophin.

Also, the UC/styled version is stunning; the pose is super fluid, the shading is really good, and the slightly different, more defined anatomy in the face really adds something. The converted version is still nice enough, but the wings are a bit too small and washed out color-wise, having lost the yellow dots in them.

They also screwed up the wing shape a bit; it's easier to see in the original Battledome poses, but the wings are one single wing that should run down the back rather then overlapping. They only overlap in the styled art because of the perspective on the tail that isn't present in the converted version.

[dismas-n-dismay]

HI HELLO I'M HERE FOR THE ANIMALISTIC FEATURES ON D(A)EMONS TED TALK

I’ve been waiting for you. *sits and turns in my swivel chair evilly with my hands pressed together at their finger tips.*

Full Explanation on Animalistic Traits on D(a)emons in no assorted order under the cut (with art included) @bazpire @vind3miat0r (tagging y'all cause I finally made the damn post)

(From left to right, Gavin, Caelum, and Azmidi in both their material forms and their pure demonic forms visualized)

Fear demons are very Creepy Crawlie based! That being said nearly all of them have amphibious/reptilian traits! Though they don’t have blood they do appear to at least feel cold blooded and do enjoy similar activities that reptilians might like sunbathing or anything equivalent!

Fear demons have Very thick and long tails, some have tails that end in fins or have extra fins on the side but that differs from demon to demon. Most fear demons have black sclera or entirely black eyes that are Very sensitive to light leaving them to only coming out at night which is both great for feeding but sucks because they get limited sunlight unless wearing sunglasses :[

Fear daemons tend to be cooler/dry colors! They’re not exactly pastels, think more calm and soothed colors that blend in w their surroundings.

For Example (of a standard fear demon): The Caller Boi is a light grey, fully scaled demon with a long tail that’s finned at the end and has smaller fins on the side! His tongue is fully that of a lizard (he can grab food with it!) and is forked, he also has heat pits underneath where his nose would be! His hands and feet are clawed and his hair is long, black, and oddly limp. His hair is incredibly long and always vaguely sopping wet looking, it also kind of looks like deep dark Kelp.

Most fear demons have longer hair/hair that very much seems uncared for, either too oily, or too dry, or too wet. Very much unnatural/uncomfy looking. Their eyes are usually obscured by their hair to keep them safe and few fear demons feel a need to show their eyes since the whole “Tall, oddly colored, long limbed creature in your room watching you” thing is enough to get a reaction and feed as is.

Most fear demons Do Not wear clothes. They don’t actually have any genitalia or defining features sexual and the effort to make clothes at both fit their proportions, feel comfortable against scales or oddly smooth/silky/slimey skin, and have tail holes is too much for any of them to Want to do unless they genuinely find it fun. So if you see one of these guys in public, don’t stare. They’re just doing their thing. Also they will notice you and will end up following you home :] (fun new buddy who definitely loves you)

Fear demons tend to either have flopped/lop ears or no ears at all! Their ears can still be perked to look for prey to pay extra attention to things if needed but are most comfortable flopping down and staying there. The chances of you touching a fear demons ears are slim to none since you will almost assuredly lose your hand afterward.

Empathy daemons very much got the best end of the deal as most of them are Chimeric in nature and therefore have a variety of mismatched animal traits! Where as other demons have traits that come directly from on family/class of animal, Empathy demons can and will have Any. (Though seeing mammalian traits is very common) This can go from mismatched fur and skin patterns to even each of their limbs. Being the most animalistic trait inheriting variety of demon, it’s incredibly helpful that Empathy demons aren’t able to be seen by their charges for a certain amount of time as this typically allows them time to be able to disguise their forms into something vaguely more human. Caelum is still struggling with this, thus his odd eyes and two sets of animal ears.

Though since that’s been repealed in canon (since it was causing empathy demons to have weird attachments to their charges due to being unseen) more people will probably be having what they assume to be visits from “angels” (more on that below)

Empathy demons are often mistaken for angels are where the idea of angels comes from somewhat! Truthfully the Sovereigns are what the concept of angels comes from but after their disappearance and the much more common appearance of Empathy demons to those in need, empathy demons became the standard as well as the saying “Do not be afraid” because seeing a creature that’s part every animal is Very Scary.

(The sovereigns look like biblically accurate angels)

Empathy demons are all born Incredibly short but grow to be one of the tallest kinds of demons! For example: Caelum was the shortest in his batch/litter of empathy demons but this means that he’ll grow to be the tallest and above average size for an Empathy demon! Which will be very inconvenient when he tries to visit freelancer and is now a good 8 feet tall (please be nice to him he hates being too tall to be held it makes him sad)(also Caelum is right handed by choice but all demons are ambidextrous…I couldn’t find anywhere else to fit this hc in so shush)

Empathy demons are born in litters/batches! Batches are used to refer to litters that have been born (typically 1 to 2 at a time otherwise the word litter will just be used interchangeably if it’s less than 2) while Litter is used by the demons in said batch to refer to themselves and their siblings that were born.

For example: “A couple new batches of empathy demons were born, they will NOT stop crying about someone taking their toys.”

“Oh me and my litter used to do that, have you tried just labelling the toys with their names?”

Empathy demons can be born with duplicate limbs! So there’s like a non-zero plausibility of there being an empathy demon named Tails who does In Fact have two fox tails. He would not find this funny. (But he would love tails and name himself Miles after him)

This can span from multiple arms on their torso to multiple tails, wings, ears, or even horns! Caelum has been known to have two tails on occasion but primarily is known for his two sets of ears! One resembling a bear or lion cub and the other resembling a lamb.

Concubi (incubi and succubi) have the Least animal traits as it would generally be hard for them to shift and disguise if they had the amount of traits other demons had. This leaves them feelings rather put-out by other demon groups and it’s very common for Concubi to be jealous or upset because of their lack of traits. Sure it’s great for catching food and all but it feels like a denial of their demonic attributes honestly. Being mistaken as human by other demons and humans themselves is a common and very down putting experience for concubi, while some embrace it and the ease it gives them to catch food, many reject this idea and will try and make their animal/demon traits more apparent.

It’s very common for concubi to have ur standard demon tail and a thing layer of fuzzy/fine fur as well as clawed hands and sometimes feet! It’s more uncommon to have cat eyes and slit pupils. Almost all concubi have long elf like ears and if they don’t then that’s very rare! The outcome of that is either having human ears (extremely rare) or some form of animal ears (even more rare) Obviously it’s much more favored by the general concubi population to have animal based ears and those that don’t have normal ears or animal ears will disguise their ears to be normal and elf like but demons can always tell when one another are using magic to hide themselves, so this trick only works on non-demons or humans

Gavin has a fair mix of uncommon and common traits for incubi! He has fairly long animal like ears (similar to a sheep/goat or rabbit), hooves, and claws! But for the most part it's not incredibly hard for him to shift and pass as human which is a mixed bag as far as he's concerned with how it makes him feel. He definitely has More traits than the average concubus but the ones he has are incredibly concubi specific, meaning they're as minor as genetically possible for him to pass as human when shifting. Think of it like being double jointed. Is it uncommon and kind of weird? yes. Is it something noticable that's going to come up every day unless you show it off? No. It's a minor oddball trait at best which sets him in this weird spot of either being idolized by some concubi for his traits, demonized by others for his lack of conformity with human standards, or being denied his demon-status due to the simplicity of his traits. It's a very hard topic for him.

At the least he's lucky that there are Very few sadism demons left out in the world, it would give him an even bigger complex of problems. (Sadism demons are basically what would happen if you took Concubi genes and pumped them with steroids. EVERYTHING about their genetics is more obvious. While Gavin has retractable claws, a sadism demon might have claws that never retract. Cats eyes that properly dilate in every light, more markings as well as markings that are more blantantly obvious. Fangs and tusks that protude from the mouth and glint in the light, whiskers and antennae that properly feel and catch every change in movement. Compared to a sadism demon, an incubus is just a chubby house cat playing an unconvincing game of pretend to a big cat. Really, if you asked Vega he would say their lives are spent playing a charade of pretend, a mockery of what a real demon is. they're practically human.)

(I have way more but this post was too long so lemme know if the tags if you want a part two on the other kinds of demons plus some more art :3 Also demon on demon discrimination because thats so fucking funny to me.)

[satuwn]

i have decided to randomly infodump about my lab rats as a way to motivate myself to: 1) revamp existing characters old refs and 2) DRAW THE GD REFERENCES OF THE REST OF THE BITCHES (this will probably take me ages still. alas), more rambly details abt the story and characters under the cut

the main characters: Dr. Kitty Whisker and her twin sibling Happy(tbd), Dr. Brainworms, Gummi (comic relief character mostly), Prof. Fuzzybottom(tbd) and Prof. Snakebite (previously known as prof. pinky, i need to redesign him more heavily)

the side characters (these guys may have side stories of their own but theyre mostly just an excuse for me to design more weird lab rats): Prof. Smartypants - ref to be finished, ferret with a brain of a human, she is my 'authors blatant self insert' into my own story lol; Fishsticks (drawn, a dissected mouse/frog stitched together), (the rest of these dont have names yet) a rat/chick hybrid with funy lil chicken legs, a rat/gator/shark hybrid she is punk and goth and she Bites, a mouse/cat dna mix with a surprisingly tragic backstory that im still working out, more tba

each lab rat represents usually an amalgamation of different experiments as the lab they are in is 'cheap' with their test subjects and likes to Repurpose old, usually failed experiments and do other stuff to them! honestly even if theyre a success they still end up getting experimented on more lol but they are still unimportant enough and the lab big enough where they can hide themselves away and have their own space w/o being actively searched for. ofc the world of the setting is based on our own reality but way more Hyperreal, i dont aim to represent logical feats of science bc a lot of these guys would defs be revolutionary (and impossible) irl lol. i will briefly run down what each main character is a result of but ideally id like to go into more detail when i actually. make the story more visual in whatever format i decide to do (probably experimental and non linear snippets, i dont think im smart enough for a full comic)

Dr. Kitty and Happy are twins! they were the result of an experiment where the scientists were testing if one species of rodent could gestate a different species of rodent just thru a little genetic modification. and that was Happy! he is actually a bunny born from a rat mother and with all rat siblings (one of them being Kitty) hes a bit smaller in stature than a usual bunny being more rat sized but other than that just a bnuuy! further experiments on them was how well skin grafting would work between different yet similar species. it worked for Kitty (hence the bunny ear) but not so much for Happy... both of them had separate experiments done on them also, altho Kitty was more rebellious of the two earning her the shock collar. Happy also had experiments on his fur to make it color changing like a chameleon, as well as some experiments to his eye (tbd)

Dr. Brainworms is actually a sapient amoeba/bacteria type thing, attached to a host body(that happens to be a hairless rat), this host body is her most compatible one as she Can overtake and control other bodies but they start to decay pretty quickly. her history is something she herself is trying to find out as her host body is its own mystery.. is she just an amoeba that gainted sentience? is her mind really her own? was this body maybe always hers? who knows!

Gummi is a jelly belly gummy rat candy brought to life, pretty self explanatory... but shes got a few mysteries of her own! like, why was she even created, for what purpose, i mean who could even do such advanced science anyway to bring an inorganic candy to life, and Why does she keep talking abt a scientist with green gloves when there arent any scientists like that around?

Prof. Fuzzybottom is a rabbit! she used to be just used for breeding new test subjects which left her pretty traumatized not being able to keep any of her children, she became infertile from the stress so she was repurposed for other experiments, like trying to turn her fur to naturally be an unnatural color, and to be more synthetic like faux fur (aka a living plush) she was also blind so they replaced her eyes with a plushy sleeping mask that actually has LEDs inside that are hooked up to her brain to see if they could restore vision thru cybernetics. in her original iteration she was even supposed to be half rat half bunny buut i felt it too much, might still reuse the idea tho! tbh i just wanted a bunny with cute rat hands :3

Prof. Snakebite is not even a lab rat originally, he was simply a pinky rat used to feed the lab snakes, but due to freak circumstances he was actually still alive and after being bitten by a venomous snake, the stress hormones in his little body make him develop rapidly especially in brain power. as he was still very tiny and fragile, he wasnt the best subject to experiment on, but he was fitted with a brain chip originally just to read and analyze his brain development as he was much more advanced in mind than in body (of an almost newborn). after escaping he would upgrade his brain chip to help him utilize more brain power but also lessen the burden on his tiny body that could not handle the strain. he and prof. fuzzybottom are always hanging around each other, fuzzy very often babying him or just helping him out by carrying him and helping him reach places or handle objects, while he begrudgingly tolerates her as she is useful to his needs. also cant admit he appreciates her actually awww

the rest of the side characters are pretty self explanatory, theyre mostly just various animal hybrids and crossbreeds and splices! smh only the main characters get cool powers and shit -_- aside from Prof. Smartypants, after having a ferrets body fitted with a human mind(who doesnt remember the human part almost at all. its just the advanced intellect from it) tries to figure out the weird body dysmorphia with Science Potions aka chemisty. but thats mostly just to give another one of my sonas shapeshifting ablities (go figure) so yah if u read this so far Waow o_o Thank U and also Pls Send me asks abt this. if u want <3 can be questions or just ur thoughts ig!! id love feedback pleas please plea

[curiousquirks]

Day 4 | Mr. Compress x GN!Reader (18+)

Petplay | Scents

Content Warnings: Oral (Male Receiving), Petplay, Scent Kink, Pet Names Used (my dear, bunny), Titles (sir)

Word Count: 1,155

Summary:

What’s a magician without his beloved rabbit? If only Atsuhiro hadn’t left you alone all day, forcing you to wait by the door eagerly awaiting his return.

Atsuhiro heard the sounds of your feet long before he actually saw you. You had heard the keys in the door causing you to quickly and loudly make your way there. You practically shoved him into the door as he was closing it. He let out a noise of surprise as your hands were quick to take the mask off his face, letting it drop to the floor.

“Good–” He tried to say before you attached yourself to him, your fur-lined rabbit ears rubbing across his cheek as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. He waited until you stopped moving nearly as much as you were before he continued speaking. “Good to see you too, my dear.”

You mumbled something unintelligible into his neck as your hands wrapped around his neck, your mind preoccupied with taking in his scent. You took a deep breath, breathing in his sweat and musk, the combination driving you crazy. You let out a hum that vibrated against his skin, as you tried to pull yourself impossibly close to him. 

“Did you miss me?” He asked, already knowing the answer. He adored when you were needy and clingy, missing him every second he spent away. “Come now, bunny, let us move somewhere away from the door.”

His suggestion fell on deaf ears, your mind clouded as you nuzzled yourself against his neck. Atsuhiro’s hands rested on your sides as he gave you gentle reassuring strokes. You inhaled his scent again, your hand reaching around to pull up the edges of his balaclava to reach his skin. Your lips found his neck, your tongue darted out to lick at his skin. He let out a shaky chuckle, clearly surprised by your actions.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” He teased, his hands moving down to rest on your ass. “Can’t even be bothered to let me move away from the door, hm.”

“Been waiting too long.” You mumbled against his neck, wiggling yourself against him feeling his growing erection. “You said you’d be back earlier.”

“I got caught up with some things but I’m here now.” He explained, squeezing the handfuls of your ass in his hands. His eyes fell to the little bunny tail that caught his eye as you wiggled against him more. “Although I do love how clingy you get when I’m away.”

You whined into his neck, all of your pent up sexual frustration that’s been building not being helped by his cruel neglection of you. His presence and scent drove you insane, you wanted to crawl impossibly close to him. His clothes were making it harder, wanting his skin touching yours. You knew he’d be upset if you stripped him bare right here. 

You gave one steady lick from the base of his neck up to his ear, your hands removing his balaclava as you moved upwards. You felt his fingers dig deeper into your skin as you lingered, your breath was hot against his ear.

“I need you, sir. I need you so bad.” You whispered, before licking up the shell of his ear again. 

You were so close you could feel the gulp you caused him to do. His dark eyes were peering dangerously into yours when you finally pulled yourself back. Your faces were inches from each other, his hot breath from his slightly parted lips just turned you on more. You placed both of your hands onto his chest, putting a little room between the two of you.

“My poor depraved bunny left to their own devices all day.” He said, using his foot to tap your ankle. It was a silent signal for you to drop to your knees, a rule you wasted no time following. “My, my…What am I going to do with you?”

You dropped to your knees, your hands running down his body as you went. You relaxed yourself on your heels as your hands lingered on either side of his crotch, the obvious tent in his pants making your mouth water. He always loved this view of you, especially with those darling ears and cute little tail of yours.

“Such a good pet, eager to please me instead of asking for help with your own. You’ve been trained well, haven’t you?” He teased, reaching down to cup your chin as you got up off your heels to steady yourself on your knees. 

“You say that like pleasing you doesn’t do anything for me, sir.” You responded, spending no more wasted time as you started undoing his belt. “I’ve been thinking about your cock all day. What I want it to do to me. How it tastes.”

“Such filthy words for such a cute little bunny.” He teased again, letting go of your face as he let you practically rip his pants open.

His cock sprung free from his underwear as you pulled it down just enough. Your face immediately moved itself closer to him, inhaling his natural scent. Your mind was more clouded than before as you watched him wrap his fingers around his length, tapping the tip against your lips. He let out a small chuckle as he watched you wiggle your ass, placing your hands on his legs.

“Tell me you want it.” He commanded, his voice dropping his traditional showmanship. He was showing a lot of restraint, more than he certainly wanted to. 

“I want it.” You whined, opening your greedy wanting mouth. 

“That’s a good pet.” He praised, slowly inserting his cock into your eager mouth. 

You heard him curse under his breath as your warm mouth closed around him. Your tongue runs along the underside of his cock as your hands move up to brace yourself against his legs. His hands find your head, holding you place as he thrusts his cock into your mouth. His soft groans were overrun by the whines you sent vibrating against his cock. 

“You feel so good.” He praised, keeping his steady rhythm. “Absolutely perfect.”

You moaned loudly, the muffled vibration forcing a grunt out of Atsuhiro as his hips shuddered as he shoves his cock further down your throat. Saliva was dripping out of the corner of your mouth as you let him use your mouth for his own selfish gain. You gagged against him as he got rougher, getting lost in the pleasure.

“Shit–” He cried out, suddenly pulling his cock from your mouth. 

You coughed at the sudden movement, gasping for air as your hand reached up to wipe the spit from your mouth. He struggled to catch his breath, especially after nearly coming down your throat. He looked down at you, his cock twitching as the cold air hit it. You stared up at him, eyes full of love and lust equally. 

“As much as I enjoy that, my dear,” He started, reaching his hands down to help you up. “I would much rather devour you on our bed.”

[resquices-of-godhood]

Chapter I: The pantheons meet

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It has been nearly two years since Narinder had been defeated and about a year since the last Bishop had been cleansed. The day started as any other, followers and former gods working after the sermon while the current infant gods stress over the preparations for the change of seasons, something that neither experienced until that point, in Leoda's personal hut.

"What if we set up a building to store the extra food?" Asks Leoda, the Lamb and god of Death.

"That would only work for things like grain, and even then we'd need to find a way to keep it dry." Gayne, the Goat and god of War, responds as they scratch the base of their left horn with their upper left hand. "Look, maybe we should ask the former Bishops. I'm sure at least one of them would have an idea about what could be done."

"I know Shamura used to be wise, but a lot of their mind is gone." Leoda replies, before sighing as they brush back the wool under the crown. "I don't think they would be able to help us here."

"Shamura isn't the only Bishop to live in the god wars, you know? I'm sure Kallamar or Narinder would know about it too. Hell, Heket's domain was directly connected to the subject, she-" Gayne explains before being interrupted by a yellow rabbit with a patch of black fur between her ears, as well as a earring decorated with a pink stone entering the hut.

"My lords, a strange structure has been spotted flying towards the area of our cult!" She warns the two. "We suspect it might be a crown bearer!"

"What do you mean, Vece?" Asks Leoda as they stand up from their chair. "I didn't sense any of the barriers on the pedestals being breached."

"No, my lord. I think it's a bearer from another land." Responds Vece. "They have been to these lands before, over three hundred years ago." She explains.

At that, both crowns turn their attention to the rabbit, the Red Crown emitting a church's bell ring and the Purple Crown sounding like a war horn. The bearers too are focused on the follower.

"I never heard of another crown before!" Exclaims Gayne, before Leoda comes around the table.

"I have, though only through passing." Says the Lamb. "There's a settlement in the northern parts of the continent that is rumored to be a passage to safety for sheep, and it is rumored to have been founded by someone bearing a crown." They recount, before looking back at the rabbit. "If what you say is true, we may have a bigger problem in our hands."

"I know it is hard to believe, my lords, but I swear it is true! I have seen it myself!" Vece insists. "It is flying from the east, and will be arriving in a matter of minutes at its current speed!"

"Sounds like we are needed, Lamby!" Gayne says to Leoda with a grin. "Lead the way, Rabbit!" They order, rushing through the door almost right away, followed by Vece.

"Of course we are." Leoda Mutters to themself, before setting off after them.

The trio rushes towards the eastern side of the cult grounds, the fleeces of the infant gods flapping behind them until they come to a stop.

In the sky, it's possible to see what looks like a huge sky fortress, the size of the cult grounds, if not larger, and built like a city in the skies, suspended by unknown means to those on the ground. There are several air craft taking off and flying around, seemingly scouting for something.

It adjusts its position southwards, before letting down a huge spike attached by a heavy chain, followed by several smaller ones surrounding it, clearly meant to be anchoring the gargantuan structure in place.

At the same time, something that looks like a blimp also takes off, flying in the direction of the cult. It, too, is huge by any reasonable standard, the cabin being able to accommodate several Bishop sized beings comfortably.

By the time it starts moving downwards, there's a small crowd forming around the crown bearers, with the former ones approaching them.

"What is that, Leoda?" Asks Narinder to the Lamb, though they don't get a chance to answer.

"It's He of Technology." Responds Shamura. "He clearly didn't stop advancing since I last saw him, but there's no doubt about it."

"Who?" Both Narinder, Gayne and Leoda ask in unison while Kallamar hides behind Heket.

Meanwhile, the powerful counter rotating propellers of the blimp are pushing the airship downwards. Once it reaches about 10 meters of altitude, several robed figures jump down from it with ropes, landing with a heavy thump each, then plant spikes with whinches and start pulling the vessel further downwards.

"You will be meeting him soon enough." Adds Shamura as he just watches the process, their hands tucked inside the sleeves of their robes.

As the airship comes close to the ground, a ramp unfolds from its side, revealing the entrance to the cabin from there, a procession comes out.

First, a pair of cultists, wearing gray robes and wielding a thurible each step out, swinging the censers three times after each third step.

Then follows a group of eight more robed cultists in two columns, each following one thurifer, each singing a verse in a different language as the thuribles are swung.

"What are they singing?" Leoda asks to Narinder.

"I don't know about the others, but that one is singing praises to their god in the old tongue." He says while indicating the last cultist of the second column. "How presumptuous."

"Why?" Asks Leoda, before Leshy steps up besides them.

"This procession is a show of force as much as an indication of the intent to dialog, each cultist representing a territory conquered." The former Bishop of Chaos explains. "It was the norm when a pantheon came to talk to another during the god wars. What my brother took offense to is that this crown bearer claims a territory in our lands, which is technically true as he controls the settlement in the northern most part of the continent."

"I see. Thanks, Leshy." Leoda responds as they continue to watch the procession.

As the procession continues, a pair of banner bearers come out, each sporting the image of the crown. It is shaped pentagon, albeit not a regular one. Two sides come up on right angles from the base, while the last two meet forming a equilateral triangle, if it wasn't connected to the rest. At its center, a gray hexagonal eye is represented, with two of the vertex on the top and the bottom. The rest of the banner is gray with golden decorations to break the monotone.

As the columns of cultists move to the side, forming a corridor, a green owl sporting red robes and carrying a tome on one hand and a crosier on the other crosses the corridor, to Narinder's shock.

"Wait, Baines?" He asks, confused about what one of his former vessels is doing there. He knew Vece had joined the cult to keep an eye on the last sheep after the fall of the Old Faith, but why was the owl there?

Nonetheless, Baines, apparently not recognizing his former god, comes to the front of the corridor. "Fellow worshippers of the god of Death. It is my honor to have been chosen to announce the arrival of the He of Technology, god of Knowledge and Bishop of the lands of Euhera. Here is the bearer of the Gray Crown, Wolfgang." He announces, before stepping to the side.

Then, a massive, 4,5 meters (15 ft.) tall, six eyed gray wolf, dressed in a white button down shirt and black pants, as well as a pair of boots designed to fit digitigrade paws. Covering his body is a white mantle embroidered with golden decorations, similar to the Bishops's garbs. He holds on his right hand a spear with the gray crown's eye on the tip, his favored weapon and the crown itself. He lands the butt of the spear on the ground every other cadenced step he takes towards the end of the cultist corridor.

Gayne reaches for their crown, but is stopped by Shamura. "Unless you want to start a war we can't win, lets not take an act of aggression, like drawing our weapons." Says the spider, before the Goat nods to them and retreats their hand back to their side.

As Wolfgang reaches the end of the cultist corridor, he stares at Leoda. "Hail, Leoda, They of Death, Lord of Judgement, Bearer of the Red Crown. I, Wolfgang of the Gray Crown, come to renovate the treaties signed up under the previous pantheon." He says, his voice booming with power while more cultists come out of the blimp, each bearing a basket of gifts, ranging from natural resources only found in his lands to signature wares from his territories. "I offer these as signs of peace and good will." He adds while gesturing with his left hand towards the baskets.

Leoda is understandably lost for what to do. None of the Bishops would have imagined that the bearer of the Gray Crown would have arrived so soon after their fall, or so quickly. So, Narinder takes a step forwards and assumes the procedures.

"Hail, Wolfgang, He of Technology, Lord of Technology, Bearer of the Gray Crown. In the name of Leoda of the Red Crown, we welcome you." The panther says, before bowing to the wolf.

Wolfgang looks at Narinder, then points his spear to him while looking back at Leoda. "Does this mortal speaks for you?" He asks them.

Leoda steps in front of the spear, shielding Narinder from it. "Do not point your weapon towards him!" They demand.

And so, a long silence covered the cult grounds as the two deities stared at each other.

Hope you can hang well from this cliff

Ok, bad jokes aside, here's the promised first chapter. Hope you guys like it, took a few days to cook it properly. Enjoy!

Separator by @lambouillet

[pitgritted]

➤  MISC  HEAD  -  CANONS  [  :  ]  eyesight/injuries  &  sett’s  undiagnosed  mental  state  +  body  claims  .

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐈𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  of  sett’s  more  cruel  &  imposing  influence  within  a  realm  as  fast  paced  as  qayanvi  in  navori  .  &  i'd  wager  that  the  majority  of  my  head-canons  aren't  positive  ,  given  that  most  of  them  shake  out  to  "  [  character  ]  was  actually  really  traumatized  by  [  circumstance  ]  “  ,  &  that  can  heavily  apply  with  settrigh’s  case  ,  but  this  post  will  also  expand  the  state  of  his  mental  well  -  being  ,  having  the  toxic  social  license  to  combat  these  triggered  emotions  by  being  violent  ,  having  emotional  outbursts  ,  or  making  it  to  be  an  aggressive  excuse  for  his  more  vulnerable  exploits  .

FOR  THOSE  WHO  HAVEN’T  SEEN  IT  ,  sett  has  undiagnosed  anxiety  &  PTSD  .  sett  is  also  socially  rejected  ,  due  to  history  of  being  socially  excluded  or  marginalized  for  his  bastard  blood  on  both  sides  very  early  on  in  his  life  .  causing  him  to  resort  to  a  heavy  suppression  of  emotion  tying  vulnerability  &  emotional  attachment  to  others  .  it  includes  forming  healthy  relationships  &  easily  being  influenced  by  his  environment  to  keep  up  this  portrayal  of  aggressive  power  &  dominance  .  this  also  culminates  in  being  violent  ,  which  in  hindsight  ,  doesn’t  make  him  the  best  decision  maker  when  it  comes  to  controlling  these  emotions  when  it’s  triggered  .   he’s  very  susceptible  to  enduring  frequent  adrenaline  rushes  ,  which  led  to  various  physical  &  mental  aches  &  hardships  .  outside  of  the  injuries  obtained  on  his  body  ,  outside  of  the  scars  obtained  from  his  triumph  in  a  match  as  a  former  pit  fighter  ,  sett’s  eyes  can  become  dilated  with  increased  heart  rate  &  breathing  .  his  fangs  can  become  longer  &  can  salivate  .    in  fact  ,  in  relation  to  his  eye  pigment  &  color  ,  his  vastayan  magic  had  been  so  reactive  with  his  emotions  ,  it  altered  the  cells  of  his  iris  &  changed  his  formerly  brown  pigment  to  a  bright  gold  mix  .   he’s  learnt  to  be  careful  when  it  comes  to  feeding  into  his  violent  outbursts  ,  oftentimes  the  nerves  behind  his  cornea  will  become  inflicted  with  excess  vastayan  energy  ,  resulting  in  a  glowing  white  color  ,  hence  the  change  in  pigment  of  his  eye  color  .  it  was  such  a  reactive  occurrence  sett  has  a  slightly  blurred  peripheral  in  his  right  eye  .  he’s  become  heavily  reliant  on  his  other  eye  to  help  stabilize  this  little  bug  .

[  +  a  little  bonus  with  a  few  additional  body  claim  edits  ]  sett  has  chronic  body  pain  .  specifically  surrounding  his  right  arm  with  slight  spinal  cord  trauma  ,  obtained  from  a  match  early  on  in  his  adulthood  .  there’s  also  scars  surrounding  the  base  of  his  ears  ,  visible  stretched  skin  where  fur  no  longer  grows  ,  due  to  often  pulling  on  them  or  clawing  out  chunks  of  fur  in  frustration  .  his  hair  covers  most  of  these  small  anomalies  ,  but  if  moved  aside  ,  it’s  visible  .

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In Baltimore City, MD: Gentle, sweet dog found wearing harness and leash abandoned in the yard of a vacant home - BARCS, Baltimore MD

If you can foster sweet Lylah, please email foster@charlietotherescue.org

Lylah- 3 y/o, unaltered female, 71lbs

Update 10/16: Lylah has unfortunately come down with an upper respiratory infection, so is currently on antibiotics and would love a cozy foster home to recover in!

Lylah has the softest, sweetest eyes that match her soft and gentle demeanor. This lovely girl has a sad past, though; you wouldn't believe it based on her trusting and friendly nature, but it's likely more apparent when you look at her physical condition- the extent of her hair loss and itchy, sensitive skin.

Just a few days ago, Lylah was picked up by our partnering Animal Control after being found in the rear yard of a falling apart, vacant property. She was wearing a pink harness attached to a pink leash that was placed on a fallen tree branch. We're not sure who left her there or why, but it's a miracle she was found and brought to the safety of our shelter.

Upon examination, our vets noted that Lylah is missing a lot of her fur and what's remaining is thin and patchy, though no external parasites were seen. She also has bilateral otitis and is lame on both of her hind legs (her left being worse than her right), so x-rays are recommended to further assess. For the time being, she has been started on antibiotics, ear drops, fatty acids, and joint supplements.

While in our care, despite what she's been through and how uncomfortable she must be, Lylah has been incredibly cooperative. She's a bit shy, but warms up quickly especially with treats, which she takes so gently. She is starting to show her happy, silly self, and will prance along next to you on her walks, wagging her tail.

When tested off-leash in our shelter's play yard, Lylah was hesitant at first to meet other dogs, but was able to calmly coexist with gentle dog pals.

Lylah is available immediately for rescue pick-up.

Please let us know if your organization can help!

Thank you,

The BARCS Rescue Team

Baltimore Animal Rescue & Care Shelter (BARCS) ​New Address! 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225 rescue@barcs.org| (410) 396-4695

Rescue pick-up hours: Monday-Friday: 10:30 a.m.-6:30 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 8:30 a.m.-4:30 p.m

Adoption hours: Monday-Friday: 2 p.m.-6 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 11 a.m.-4 p.m. Baltimore Animal Rescue and Care Shelter, Inc. (BARCS) | 2490 Giles Rd | Baltimore, MD 21225 US