#love ya *kith kith*

[forestshadow-wolf]

This is for @rainerestored because reasons (my DMs are open if you want)

Soap and ghost come out of a mission that went bad. Like every thing that could go wrong, went wrong. Intel was shite, there were too many enemies, the were WAY under prepared. They'd had to run and hide at a safehouse until exfil. And the worst thing about it? The "package" (some crimelord's son in exchange for info) wasn't even there.

Intel said it was a small compound, 1 building, 3 floors, 12 guards. That means 6 guards each, averaging 2 per floor per person, or 4 on each floor for both of them combined. They're capable, plus there were good vantage point to snipe from, before the even set foot in the building. Easy enough, right? WRONG

Intel laughs in their face with its, 3 dozen extra soldiers. To say that complicates things would be an accurate statement. It's not impossible, they've done it before, but they weren't exactly armed for it...

To look at the silver lining, and they are trying to find the silver lining, clearing the area was a good workout at least... also the target wasn't even there.

Now you're probably thinking, well why did they have to retreat to a safehouse? Well because there were 3 dozen soldier in the base when they entered, and an extra 12 soldier arrived as they were leaving, and they were out of ammo. Which is oh so great for them...

a little worse for where, but relatively unscathed. The "safehouse" (if it can even be called that) was a rickety shack with uneven walls and boarded up windows... man, fuck the military. Now they sit on the cold dirt ground, leaning against each other, and contemplating their life choices.

They both almost died, and yet neither of them are hurt, how in the hell did they get here. Well- the do know, just... you get it.

"Lets get married."

"What?"

It was ghost who broke the silence first. Which in and of itself isn't that surprising. It's what he said that was.

Why? Because ghost had already made it know that while he did love soap, with all he had, it was just that "married" life never fit him. And soap was always okay with that, he didn't need to be married to ghost, as long as he had him, he was happy.

"Lets. Get. Married."

"I thought- "

"I changed my mind. I wanna get married. To you."

It was said kinda rushed. Like it was urgent. Or like ghost was trying not to panic.

"Okay"

"Okay"

Ghost seemed to relax just a tiny bit after that.

"We'll need an ordained minister. And at least one witness." He said.

"I'll call up my sister when we get out of here. She can do it. And we'll have price and Gaz watch. Or we can invite the whole base and have a big party." Soap was quick to problem solve.

He wasn't sure what exactly brought this upon ghost, he had his suspicions, but he didn't need to know. All he needed was to be with ghost, and for them to be happy.

"I want a big party. But I want it soon, so nothing extravagant."

"We can do it on base, invite whoever wants to come. It'll be a week from today. Maybe Price cam pull some strings for a honeymoon."

"Yeah. Definitely. He can call it a training exercise. He's send us to the beach. Maui or Hawaii, maybe."

Soap nodded along.

"But you hate the beach."

"But you love it." Ghost said, his smile shining through in his voice.

"We don't have rings..."

"We'll use paper rings. One of the privates used to blacksmith, I think, private Weller. We can commission his to make us some."

"We can't wear them on the field." Soap fretted

"We'll put them on our tags. So they close.to our heart." Ghost soothed.

It almost seemed like this wasn't the first time he'd though about this. What changed? Soap didn't know, but something did, and it seemed like it scared ghost, and this was his way of dealing with it. Like maybe he thought they didn't have enough time to be together. Soap would indulge him.

[2hightocare]

thank you guys for 3k.. means a lot to me🤍🤍🤍🤍

[wiildcardd]

@wolvensden - ❝ a couple that trains together? argues less. ❞

[kmwonpil]

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[potionpeddlerpatchy]

HELLO I AM HERE TO DROP YOU SOME LOVE AS YPH ALWAYS DO FOR ME. I hope you’re having a great weekend! 💖💖💖 thank you for being so sweet and loving!

Marquie!! My goodness what a surprise and treat this is! This was very much needed as my weekend has been.... interested to start. But your sweetness has certainly made it better so thank you 💛💛💛

[lorelune]

I need you to know that your Nanami writing has my heart doing backflips oh my GOD. You have no idea how completely demolished my entire soul was when I finished reading what you’ve written it’s SO GOOD,,,, your Nanami is so sjdodndifndicsicjsicjsi I can’t even explain it

AHHH THANK YOU anon!!!!! im so glad you enjoyed it!!!!! and thank you for the kind words!!! nanami is truly like... my cancerian emotional sounding board. he has such care in him, and the way he expresses it is such a particular type of soft-- i've really enjoyed getting to write for him!!! thank you for enjoying it too!!!

[hp-hcs]

OKOKOK SENTENCE 9

maybe theres a party in the slytherin common room and reader gets absolutely shitfaced

so being a flirty drunk they start chatting up a random dude (lets just say cormac bc hes always the bad guy) and boyfie theodore <3 gets jealous nd pulls them into his dorm nd hes all like

"I'll carve out your tongue if it’ll stop you from flirting with anyone else."

but reader still being drunk asf is just like :] snd gives him a kith and tells theo how pretty he is

poor baby just cant stay mad

HOW DARE YOU (be so cute?) — yandere! theodore nott x gn! drunk! hufflepuff! cutie patootie! reader

warnings: underage alcohol consumption, teen partying and drinking, threats of violence, aggression, possessive/obsessive behavior, jealousy, general yandere tendencies

please enjoy my attempts to see how many ridiculous near-rhymes to ‘cormac’ i could come up with

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“Yeah, yeah. Gryffindor’s playing Ravenclaw this weekend, you know. Maybe you can come out and…show your support.” The boy you’d been talking to all night leaned in close, resting one hand on your hip and letting the fingers of the other brush over your collarbone.

You honestly couldn’t be bothered to remember the boy’s name when you had a plastic cup of White Wyvern in your hand. It was something dumb, you remember that. Cognac, Corsac…?

“Y/n?” CarMax asked, trying to regain your attention. “You gonna cheer me on, sugar?”

“Huh? Oh- yeah, yeah,” you grinned, taking another sip of your drink. “I’ll get all decked out in red ‘n gold, jus’ for you.”

Tarmac grinned back and tightened his grip on your hip, tugging you a bit closer. “Maybe I oughtta give you my spare jersey to wear to the game then, huh? Wouldn’t you like to have my name across your back, little badger?”

(You shrugged noncommittally at that, not quite sure how to express to Shellac that literally no one wants the name Cornsack written across the back of their shirt.)

“Oh, I see. You want me to be your good luck charm, huh?” You teased, resting a hand on Callback’s forearm.

Rickrack smirked and opened his mouth to reply when a heavy hand clapped down on his shoulder from behind.

“McLaggen. You’ve got two seconds to get your hands off my partner before I cut them off.”

Trashbag paled, hurriedly snatching his hands back and holding them up in surrender as he whirled around to face the newcomer. “Woah, woah- calm down, Nott,” he chuckled nervously. “We were just talking. No harm, no foul.”

Theodore stared back at him with an unamused, dead-eyed expression.

Hackeysack swallowed nervously. “Uh…yeah. Yeah. Well, I uh…I think I’m gonna get going now, Y/n. See ya at the game.”

Theo interrupted you before you could even respond. “I assure you, they won’t.”

And with that, Theodore wrapped an arm tightly around your shoulders and dragged you away from Radioshack.

~~~

“What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?”

“Don’t play dumb, darling, I’m not in the mood.” Theodore pushed you up against the wall of his dorm, one hand with a possessive death grip on your hip, and the other tightly grasping your jaw to hold it still. “I swear to Salazar, Y/n, I’ll carve out your tongue if it’ll stop you from flirting with anyone else.”

Whatever reaction Theodore was expecting you to have to those threatening words, you drunkenly giggling and kissing the tip of his nose was not one of them.

“You’re so pretty when you’re jelly, baby,” you gave him a dopey grin, reaching out to fix his rumpled shirt collar and smooth your hands across his chest. “You’re always so pretty.”

His heart melted and he let go of your jaw with a sigh, running his fingers through your hair and leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “Merlin- what am I going to do with you, love?”

“Cuddle me?” You asked hopefully, a sweet pout on your face.

Theodore whined. “Shit, darlin’- I’m trying to be mad at you right now.”

“But cuddles, Teddybear!” You pouted further, tossing your arms over his shoulders to pull him into a hug. “Why would you wanna be mad when cuddles are an option?”

“I guess I can’t argue with that logic.” He conceded slowly, resting both hands on your waist and rubbing small circles into your sides with his thumbs. “Alright, fine. We can cuddle.”

You grin proudly at your incredible drunken convincing skills, disentangling yourself from your boyfriend to clamber onto his bed. “C’mon!”

“Hold on, hold on,” he laughed. “I need to find you something to sleep in that isn’t your party clothes, love. Here,” he tossed something at you as he finished digging through his dresser.

You caught the item, unfolding it to reveal his Slytherin quidditch team captain jersey, complete with NOTT written out in a big bold font. You snorted and glanced up at him.

He gave you an innocent smile as he stripped out of his own clothes and climbed under the covers next to you. You rolled your eyes fondly, changing into his jersey and lying down beside him.

“Goodnight, darling,” he murmured against the top of your head as he wrapped his arms around you.

You grinned into his chest. “G’night, Teddybear.”

You fell asleep cuddling Theo, in Theo’s bed, in Theo’s clothes, with Theo’s name written across your back. And as long as you didn’t think too hard about how your boyfriend was absolutely going to kill Hazmat McLovin tomorrow, then all was quite well in the Slytherin dorms that night.

[bucknastysbabe]

Please pleaseee, modern!aegon who loves to overstimulate his girlfriend and loves to breed her. Thx🙏

Yes I can whip it up for you🫠 Sorry for the wait!!!! Thank you for the request sm mwah mwah kith! I want horny stoner college party animal chubby baby and his innocent little gf✨a little blurb hehe

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Overstimulation, breeding kink/creampie, marathon sex, one-sided high sex, sweetie recovering frat douche Aeg, college!au, chubby!Aegon, pnv!sex, oral (f!receiving)

Marathons

Aegon liked to party, be the center of attention, an attention whore. You liked to read, utilize the campus’ nature trails. Opposites attract is a saying but in your classes you’d learned it’s actually the opposite. Regardless of how differently social the two of you were, there was many shared loves.

He liked nature, reading about sappy love stories, and exploring abandoned places just like you did. You loved to cook and experiment with new foods, Aegon loved to watch you do that then eat all of the new food. He was very sweet under the layers of familial issues and shot out self esteem. The pair of you also loved to game, or you’d sit and watch him after making the fool study.

The cherry on top was your insatiable need to be fucking and sucking. Aegon a bit more so but you were delighted to indulge. He was the perfect cutie when all high and sluggish from his munchie induced snack binge, eating you out for what felt like hours on end.

Gliding aimlessly through social media, bottle of wine on hand, you curled up in the den of madness called Aegon’s room at the fraternity. The party boomed on downstairs, shaking the walls. He’d be back soon. Baby got too needy after too long. You’d imagine he was smoking a j then hitting the keg.

Over time you dozed off a bit…a cacophony of noises awoke you with a sleepy yelp. Aegon was…fucked up…but he still had some clarity about him. You murmured, wiping the sleep outta your eyes, “What’cha doing baby?” Aegon crawled onto the bed, spreading himself close and inhaling your scent. He purred into your ear, “Been needing you, got all hot thinking about you by yourself and wanted to play.”

Still sleepy you mumbled, “Wha’ time is it?”

Aegon’s plump lips caressed your ear, hands sliding up your lax thighs, “Don’t matter, want you babyyy.”

You sighed and instinctively lifted your hips, letting Aegon’s greedy hands tear them down, flinging the garment across his already disastrous room. His purple eyes were glazed in the dim light, boy was high as fuck. Which meant marathon fucking for your poor pussy.

You leaned up to unbutton his tight jeans, thumbing at the indent under his soft belly. Munchies, your cooking, and loads of beer did a number on his once svelte frame. Aegon breathed out in relief, tummy pooching out. You jerked down his underwear while the blonde tore impatiently at your thin tank top. He rambled, “Can’t, ugh, fucking believe you were just sitting up here like this.”

You pulled at a strand of blonde hair, teasing, “Those freshman girlies wearing the push-up’s did nothing for ya?” Aegon groaned, latching onto your sensitive nipple. Gripping his pretty blonde waves you undulated under him, rubbing against that thick fucking cock. He may not be the longest but god it hit all the right spots.

Aegon murmured between your perky tits, “Nah, want my girl. Hiding away, my little secret.” You kissed him passionately, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Nibbling downwards you bit at that cute softness below his chin, teasing, “Who knew Aegon Targaryen would be felled by the virginal honors student.” He gasped at your warm mouth, fingers tweaking your bud.

“Mh- ruined me for anyone else. Got me fat too you devil.” He pressed his soft belly into your frame for emphasis. Helplessly you moaned, “Ohgod- but it’s so cute Aeg. Love your belly.” His full lips smacked into your own, rutting against your wet sex with cut off grunts, breathing going ragged with the force.

Your tits rubbed against his softened chest, whining at the sensation. The kisses grew sloppier, lazier, wetter. Aegon always liked it messy anyways. Usually impatient— if your boyfriend was high he was lackadaisical and sensual. It strung you out to no end.

The blonde pulled away with a string of drool, rasping, “Lemme eat that pretty cunt dear.” You babbled, “Yes, yes, c’mon!” In a frenzy you pushed his tousled head down, Aegon giggling at your impatience. Once between your thighs he inhaled and groaned. Fucking pervert.

“You’re soaking already, naughty slut.”

Calloused hands from gaming spread you wide open, a broad tongue lapping your drenched pussy with a lurid slurp. He groaned, hips flexing against the unmade bed. You thrashed and squeezed your thighs when his sinful lips enveloped your clit, suckling and flicking his tongue. You yanked at his hair harder, crying his name. Aegon seemed to laugh and dug two fingers into your cunt, crooking upwards without warning.

You seized and tried to squirm away, Aegon’s free hand gripping you tight. He sucked harder, fingers flying, aiming to send you over the edge fast. Every other breath was you shouting and clawing desperately, orgasm threatening to knock you silly. He nipped at your swollen, oversensitive bud and your body snapped.

Eyes rolling, howling, and scratching his shoulders raw kind of orgasm. Going boneless, Aegon seized the moment to grab you by the hips and spear you on his cock, making you keen in pleasurable agony. It was too much, your nerve endings still alight. Aegon panted and haphazardly pushed back his hair, grunting, “Don’t cry yet baby, we’re just getting started.”

Oh but tears were streaming down your face, whining his name over and over. Aegon, Aegon, Aegon. The evil bastard. Your eyes rolled as his thick midsection rolled against yours, soft thighs slapping your own. He thumbed at your clit again, making you mewl and beg for relief. But you didn’t want this to stop.

Like he read your mind Aegon hissed, “Gonna keep fucking you all night til’ that pussy s’full of me. Being my good girl. Cry all you want baby, m’gonna stuff you up right.”

“Yes baby, please, all yours!”

Bringing the sun up with a leaking cunt and your boyfriend cooing over you might be the greatest feeling in the world. Besides your cunt being so sensitive you whimpered every other shift of your thighs. Aegon cooed and nuzzled you, belly plastered to your back. He kept his hand to your outer thigh, mindful of your overstimulated body. He kissed the shell of your ear, “My girl. Fucking divine you are.”

Thank the gods it was Sunday.

[chibimochii]

Thank you for the 700-750 milestone!!!!💞💞｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

As promised, lee mochii!! Thank you so much for such a warm welcome, I love being able to draw for the Tk community and talking to people. It’s really fun, I’m no good with words but a big kith for all of ya, mwah!💜

[meowzfordayz]

low self esteem — inosuke, tanjirou, tengen

Author’s Note: started writing these as headcanons re: how they were requested, but ended up writing them as preferences. 😅 Sometimes a fanfic just writes itself the way it wants to be written, ya feel? 🤷🏻‍♀️☺️

low self esteem — inosuke, tanjirou, tengen

Hashibira Inosuke x Reader, Kamado Tanjirou x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~1,400

CW: explicit language

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hi... I saw yo do emergency request... I was looking for one, my body dysphoria it's been getting pretty bad this days and tomorrow I'm going to a swimming pool and it's killing me inside, I love swimming but this is ruining it for me... So, can I have some headcanons for Inosuke and Tengen with an S/O with low self-esteem? Thank you, ILY

Suggestion Fulfilled: Can you write a tanjiro x reader fic where reader is insecure of her body hair? (Like me?🥲)

I wanna know how he reacts so bad:(((

~faqs~

Inosuke doesn’t know what’s been said or done, but he recognizes the strain in your smile, how you linger in the bathroom longer, heart squeezing when you gently brush his fingers away from your hips as he comes up behind you.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” he grins, propping his head on your shoulder.

“Nothing,” you mutter, turning the sink on, then off, then on again.

“We brushing our teeth?” as he reaches for his toothbrush, chest pressed hot and solid against your back.

“Nope, just thinking.”

You turn off the sink, small sigh sitting heavy in your lungs.

“About how pretty you are?” he smirks, nipping at your earlobe, “Your hair smells nice.”

“At least I’ve got something going for me.”

“Hey,” frowning now, forearms strong and secure as he places his palms on the counter, body boxing you in, protective warning in his tone, “Did someone talk shit? Why’re you saying that?”

“Nobody said anything,” leaning into his embrace, eyes closing, “I’m fine.”

“You are fine!” voice loud and riled, “You are so fine! From your nice smelling hair to your gorgeous smile to your squishy cheeks to your-”

“I’m not sure your opinion counts,” you chuckle wryly, “You seem to believe I’m faultless.”

“Oh you aren’t,” Inosuke quips, fondness in his eye roll, “You can be very annoying,” ignoring your indignant huff, “But you’re definitely more wonderful than you are annoying.”

“That’s… sweet.”

“That’s the first compliment you ever gave me,” he declares proudly, “It suits both of us.”

“I guess it does,” finally wiggling around to meet his gaze, lips hesitant and light as you kiss his clavicle, “Thank you.”

“I got a kiss!” he exclaims, “A special, one-of-a-kind kiss!” the tightening of his arms your only warning before you’re lifted slightly, his joy and devotion carefully spinning you.

Maybe he doesn’t know what’s been said or done, but he does know how brightly you shine: how full his life and heart are because you’re seeped into every vein and every crevice — because you glow through his darkest tremors. I wish you knew how special your kisses are as he holds you, bathroom mirror soft with affection as you hand him his toothbrush Minty fresh or garlic bread savory, they’re my favorite part of every day.

“Yor kithes ‘re mahical,” he informs you, toothbrush in mouth, toothpaste dribbling down his chin.

“Oh?” you raise an amused eyebrow, “I’m glad you noticed,” eyes crinkling as you smile, “They’re imbued with my love for you.”

And although the moments ebb and flow, Inosuke’s reminded of how perfectly you scintillate, your brilliance glittering as it drifts warm and slow onto his skin. Special, one-of-a-kind, magical indeed.

“I love your thighs,” Tanjirou grins, muscular frame spooning your legs, adoring eyes peering up at you.

“You’re gonna suffocate down there,” teasingly lowering the blankets till you can barely see him, “Taaanjiiirooou?” letting go of the blankets, “Where did you gooo?”

Cool fingers stroke your shins as he sprinkles your kneecaps with kisses, lump squirming happily when you scratch at his head, I could stay like this forever warm in your hearts.

“You’re so cozy!” he declares, affection audible even through the layers of blankets, “So fuzzy!” nuzzling at your calf.

Uh oh he winces as your legs jolt upward, force clipping the tip of his nose, eyes watering as he quickly resurfaces.

“Did that tickle?” his brow furrows, taking in your suddenly scrunched position, “I didn’t mean to!”

“Didn’t tickle,” you murmur, avoiding his gaze, cheeks burning as you swath yourself, forehead barely visible.

“Why’re you hiding from me?” amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, “You know I didn’t mean to tickle you, and I won’t do it again… unless you want me to?” eyes sparkling as he winks at you.

Instead of your typical quip or declaration of Tickle war!, your body curls further into itself, Tanjirou’s gut clenching at the sour tinge of frustration and shame encroaching on your usual soft scent.

“You know being cozy is a compliment, right?” he asks carefully, “You’re home and heaven to me,” voice quiet, “I can let my guard down when we’re together. We take care of each other.”

“I know,” you mumble, “I don’t mind being cozy.”

 So then why… “What did I say?” not accusing or angry, but gently worried, “How did I hurt you?”

Relief filling his chest when you uncurl a sliver, anxious hands reaching for his—which he happily provides—his skin indented with tiny crescents as you grip firmly.

“I’m… fuzzy?” breaths shallow, tone higher than normal, “What does that mean? Is that okay? Should I go shave? I didn’t think it mattered since I didn’t go anywhere today, but I guess I wasn’t considering your preference,” kicking away the blankets, “Give me five minutes. I’ll shave, and then maybe we could continue-”

“I love you,” Tanjirou interrupts roughly, throat tight at the fear in your stare, “Your body hair is beautiful. Fuzzy is never bad. It’s inviting. Huggable. Sometimes it tickles a little, and sometimes it itches, and I love it. It’s absolutely okay. If you feel like shaving, then shave. If you don’t feel like shaving, then don’t. Where you’re going or what you’re doing doesn’t matter: what matters is how secure and safe you feel — how much you feel like you. My preference? I appreciate you showering every so often,” cracking a wry smile, “But beyond that? I just prefer you,” raising your knuckles to his lips, kissing delicately, “Now do you want to shave, or continue cuddling? Either way, I’m here for you.”

“What on earth?”

“Tengen, don’t give me attitude.”

“Don’t ask me stupid questions!”

You’d smack his bicep if you weren’t so curious and eager for his answer, quiet fear simmering in your stomach, eyes narrowed in what you hope comes across as sly or playful.

“You’re not fooling anyone, least of all yourself,” he sighs, gentle stare bypassing your act in an instant.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mutter, mouth pursed, eyes closing tightly.

“Are you going to cry?”

“You can be really insensitive,” you huff, wiping harshly at your face, “I mean, look at you!”

“I’m a man of muscle and flashiness. That’s all.”

“Bullshit,” you snort, gesturing wildly at his hair, his torso, his legs, “You’re tall and handsome and charming and-”

“And I choose to love you,” hands catching your wrists, tenderly tucking your hands into his sternum, “There is no competition between us. If I’m enough for you, then I trust in you. Do you not trust in me?”

Swallowing thickly, you exhale loudly, frustration building in your voice, “That- That isn’t the point! Of course you’re enough for me! You’re YOU!”

“I think that’s exactly the point,” as he steps closer to you, “How do you think you’re enough for me?” breath blowing warm on your hair, “By not being you?”

“Stop speaking in riddles! I DON’T KNOW. I don’t know how I’m enough for you. Maybe you’re so damn generous that you-”

“I do not pity you,” tone warningly sharp, “I admire you. I appreciate you. I’m in awe of you. And I don’t understand how on earth you could believe otherwise. Do you ignore the bathroom mirror every day? Do my compliments go in one ear and out the other?” urgency digging into your skin, “Does my gratitude mean so little to you?”

Stifling a sob, you shove yourself into Tengen, arms locked around his waist, expression buried in his chest, bitterness coating your tongue. You don’t understand bouncing hollow through your skull; I understand echoing inaudible through his own.

“I apologize for being insensitive,” he murmurs slowly, palms steadying and calm against your back, “I’m sure I upset you whenever I say I’m going to hell, just as I feel upset that I haven’t adequately assured you of my affection toward you — that I haven’t provided the same security that I feel with you, for you,” thumb reaching up to smudge a teardrop as you pull away slightly, “I feel disappointed in myself. Of course, confidence develops most sincerely from within, but I doubt my attitude has helped,” sheepish smile gracing his lips, “I want to build you up. I want you to build yourself up. I want you to feel as loved by me as I do by you.”

“I want that too,” you whisper softly, “It’s so difficult though.”

“And that’s okay,” he chuckles fondly, pecking your nose, “As your muscly, flashy man, I’m more than happy to lift what I can for you, and to cheer you on through whatever I can’t.”

[fatuismooches]

Would you ever expand a little on the dottore turning into the fox and reader taking him in thing? 👉👈 I know it's a trope done many times before but I just find it amusing that Dottore would have such a mishap and then a complete stranger finds him and takes him home 💞

OMG OF COURSE ANON!! I'd love to, I'm happy that you enjoyed that silly little brainrot ❤️ (This is the post for reference!) Hmm let me think... Although he'd prefer to leave your house, Foxttore is a wee bit injured and tired... so it would be a better idea to just lay low in this residence for now. He's very good at hiding in your house. Probably knows it better than you at this point. You can search for hours and you won't find him, and then he'll pop out of nowhere, stare at you blankly, and then quickly exit when you try to catch him. This mf is TEASING you, he loves getting you riled up.

You want revenge? Pick him up by his tail and watch him suffer as he's unable to reach and scratch you. You didn't hear this from me but, his paws are ticklish. He can somehow... divide himself into tiny fluffballs with a red eye too. And then he commands the tiny segments to return back into his body. It's strange but you don't question it. Foxttore would avoid physical contact at all costs in the beginning. If you put horror movies on, he'll come and watch but then get bored quickly. He gives you strange looks with that one eye of his if you get scared (this is basic compared to what he's seen 😨) The fox seems to enjoy documentaries more though. Will nab your food off the plate as well. He's a devious lil guy. The day he leaves is the day you think you'll never see him again, and you can't help but be sad, but what did ya know? He returns later, again with some more... blood. Walks through your house leaving paw prints of blood on your floor and plops himself in your bathtub, looking at you expectantly. (The fox gets the best bath of his life, princess treatment fr) He once got himself stuck somewhere in your house and you laughed for a good couple of minutes while he just growled the whole time. Foxttore has never cared much for his fur but he appreciates how you keep it clean and fluffy. He's surprised at himself for how he keeps coming back to you... but he just convinces himself that you're a rare, good find because most humans would never go to these lengths for a creature like him. Totally not because he's also become emotionally attached.

You are nearly in tears when you find out you've been housing a grown man who can somehow turn into a fox creature thing this whole time??? But Dottore just acts like it's no big deal and eventually starts demanding attention as if you're his lover or something... haha... or 😉 ? If you're cuddling with him in his fox form and you try to leave, he'll turn into a human and just crush you with his weight. Also if you give him a little kith he transforms right on your lap with one of those grins of his. Uhhh and he also kills people who even try to disrespect you ❤️ Washing the blood off of Foxttore is a normal thing for you :) Your relationship is kind of... complicated. He goes out and does his own thing and he doesn't tell you anything but you don't question it nor do you care... but you always look forward to seeing a certain fox curled up on your bed!! Idk why but I'd love to put him under my shirt. He's very soft and fluffy and I would like to hold him.

[styxthecaracal]

Honestly at this point, if @thesylveonrosen were to interact with any of my posts, I'd be incredibly grateful and I'd feel like I've peaked as an alterhuman blog on tumblr. So in order to protect my more precious posts on here, I'm tailoring this post especially for them.

So hello @thesylveonrosen ! My name is Cadence, but since you don't know me (and I doubt you will be respectful of me) you may call me Styx. I'm a ~spooky~ alterhuman here on tumblr. Specifically, I'm a caracal and African Wildcat therian as well as domestic cat and dragon hearted/kith. I'm also a sfw furry and fursuit maker. I'm an atheistic satanist who plans on joining The Satanic Temple when I turn 18 and I'm also a firm believer in reincarnation and past lives.

I fully support therians, alterhumans, otherkin, nonhumans, objectkin, fictionkin, plantkin, and even placekin (among others though those are the first thing that come to mind.) I also support agere and petre (though I only interact and feel comfortable around sfw versions).

I like metal music and alternative music, specifically I love Opal In Sky, NateWantstoBattle, Rob Zombie, Fall Out Boy, and My Chemical Romance.

I'm Genderfluid and I use all pronouns except it/its. My main pronouns are They/She/He/Mew. I'm also Pansexual and AroAceflux.

My alterhuman experiences include phantom ears, phantom wings, phantom paws, and phantom fangs. I also experience a small prey drive, as a predator therian. I also rarely get mental shifts.

So, what do ya think, my fellow pokemon fan? Do I scare ya? Am I weird enough to deserve your hate? Come at me b**ch >:3

[ceralmillkandstars]

a beautiful ring (namor x siren!reader)

OH HI. So, I really like mermaids. And I really like Namor. So two plus two equals fish time. This character is written to portray me, a lil redheaded girl- she’s a mermaid, or a siren, somethin, who can turn human again- something magical :) and she loves jewelry. She’s a lil naughty and likes to steal pretty things, a little careless and egotistical at times cuz of all her cool powers. 

I haven’t written in awhile so feedback is always welcome. I hope you all enjoy as much as I did writing this. kith kith. I also dunno how to continue this, so if you have any ideas shoot ya girl a message. 

HEART.

You want that ring.

Peaking above the rocky, jagged surface in the early afternoon while the sun hits your freckled face, you decided right then and there while gazing at that enigma of a man, you want his ring.

You cared less about the fierce glint in his eyes as he stalks back into the water. Could care less about the delicate wings embedded in his skin, his pointed ears, maybe a little about the strong, ancient spear in his hand as his midsection descended into the water.

You wanted that ring, and you were going to get it.

With a drive from the rigid shore and a whip of your glimmering tail, you were off.

Staying low to the sandy seafloor, you flowed with the tide, urging yourself to catch up with this man who did not feel like a man.

He is fast, but you are faster. Born with fins powered by the moon’s force, the water bended to your will as you charged with gentle, calculated laps of your tail.

A beautiful, alluring ring. An ancient, crafted metal band with a beastly, jaguar head. It would look beautiful on your vanity. In your underwater or surface world home, you hadn’t decided yet. 

You hadn’t yet decided which home you preferred more.

You hadn’t decided how to trick this man into getting his ring, either.

You giggle and give a soft roll of your eyes while you monologue, surging towards the man moving, too, with the underwater currents.

As if you needed to contemplate. Your craft was as easy as a child collecting shells along the shore. 

Effortless.

The push and pull of water through your gills transformed into a thrum of energy sending out with the current into his peripheral. 

There is no one here, you are on your way. Your energy, your swaying, invisible lullaby stills the god for a millisecond before continuing his descent through the Atlantic.

Where was he going? You do not care. You want that ring.

Bend to my will, keep on your way while I pry this ring from your finger.

You swim closer to him as the energy continues to pulsate from your very essence, the water vibrating with you as you near his form.

What a beautiful creature, thank you for letting me have this ring. Your unyielding, uncompromised energy halts the neurons firing in his brain, rewiring them not to detect any sense of danger, to continue on his journey while your hand reaches to grab his.

Brutal hands, you sense, swimming with him. Brutal yet soft. With manipulating energy comes sensing tenfold. You cannot help but allow yourself to admire his natural, ruthless beauty. The determined, vicious look on his face. Someone must have wronged him while he was on the shores. Or this affinity for hating it as so causes each mistake made by others to fuel the hatred he feels for her surface. Oh- the innocent tendril of information the moon sends your way caresses your exposed, olive stomach, causing small chills to swim up your spine. The beauty of intuition from being born under the full moon. Your digits grab onto the jaguar-head ring, yanking it off in one swift motion. 

The vibrating energy continues to thrum from all around you while you marvel at the piece of old jewelry, twisting it between your thumb and forefinger. It’s too big to fit even on your thumb, but it will look dazzling, bewitching, on your vanity at the surface in your small, Chicago condo. 

You’re taking your time for someone so eager to go home thirty minutes ago. But who can blame you, when someone’s energy nearly matches yours, melding into your skin, dancing with the flames erupting into your stomach as your stare switches between the ring and a god. 

This so-called god would look very beautiful there too, amongst your silk sheets and soft pink pillows.

Your eyes twinkle- he could find you and lay there sometime. 

Cease those thoughts, the moon minds you. For the serpent god is not kind company above shallow waters.

But I’m so young, you argue. So you indulge yourself, ignoring the sense of the lowering sun. Placing the ring in a small, shell-lined satchel, your fingers graze his palms, reading the lines, his future, his past, his qualities, with wide eyes. 

Your fingers, littered with pearls and gold and seashells wrapped in fine silver and gold, travel up his arms, along his bicep, trailing and tracing the gold emblems across his neck. He continues to strive through the water with fervor, determined to get back to his people, his council.  

What a beautiful, powerful god. 

Puffing out a sigh, you let go of his hands and cast your gaze down from his otherworldly ears. You were far out into the Atlantic now, and you were getting tired. The thrumming, the stilling of his- a god’s mind, was working you harder than it has before, especially at this level of the ocean, where the moon’s power barely reaches. Seaweed snacks and new pearl earrings await you at the border, he cannot distract you any longer.

You slowly distance yourself, gaze burning into his while you slow your meticulous manipulation. 

The vibrations come to a halt at your will, slowly dripping like molasses to give yourself enough time to be far enough away to avoid any retribution. 

You begin your ascent towards the surface once a mass of distance was put between the two of you. Though growing exhausted, you glide through the ocean waters as fast as you can, refusing to look back. You have a feeling this being has a tendency to stay as below the surface as possible, only returning to bring karma.

And you always trust your gut instinct.

No more than a small spec in the vast sea, you continue to dream of the glowing skin, the small wings affixed to his ankles, the large jewelry set across his chest and neck that you are sure will be forever burned into your memories. 

By the gods he would look beautiful on your bed covered in moss and sea gossamar sheets in the pacific- back home.

For a moment, you pause and turn to stare back at the spec, your golden-red hair whisking and flowing around you, framing your freckle-ridden face and tickling a jellyfish. 

“Thank you for the ring,” you whisper into the depths of the ocean, allowing the silken vibrancy to flow deep enough into the depths of the ocean to reach his ears. 

You close your eyes heavily for a moment to regain your strength, the gold smeared across your eyelids causing a bright blink into the bound nothingness.

Turning to swim back towards the shores, you fail to watch out for the fascinating mutant turn up towards the twinkle, down toward his ringless finger, and back toward the small, viper-looking creature with fins melting away towards the orange sky. 

You continue to fail to notice the small spec becoming a lurking shadow as you goggle at the ring, daydreaming about the pearls and fluffy pillows awaiting you back home. Humming to yourself, your eyes simmer and your motions slow as you struggle to stay awake, reminding yourself of the shore and your slip dress that awaits you there just after sunset. 

After all, you got that ring.

There is a cheshire smile along your face as the shore approaches you, the sky an ornate red. You have just fooled a god. 

So you think.

[holdmytesseract]

wheeeeeeeee here's another FMK

🫡

Bestie... B E S T I E... 🫠 How am I supposed to decide on this? 😮‍💨

Okay, okay...

Fuck - Crowley. Still. Same reason.

Marry - Kilgrave. You may call me insane for this, but... HEAR ME OUT. Probably love would help him. Ya know... Turn him into a better person...

Kiss - Peter. He's a dork and a menace and sexy and deserves a kith.

What would you do, @muddyorbsblr ? 👀

[girlbossblackbeard]

moments I am incredibly excited to see when s2 finally drops:

Ed and Stede FINALLY saying "I love you" to each other 💕 (I may fully pass out)

Lucius being extremely bitchy about the attempted murder (he's so right for that)

Black Pete's reaction to the attempted murder (honestly I'm ready for either outcome: anger/protectiveness OR sheer excitement over Lucius getting the full Blackbeard ™️ experience)

Jim/Olu reunion (the hug is gonna be SO tight and SO loving wtf)

Izzy throwing a piss fit when he sees Stede again for the first time (full tantrum mode)

Buttons greeting Stede again like "güd to have ya back, Cap'n" 😭 (he's honored to work for him what the hell!!)

Literally anything The Swede says

Frenchie throwing out more completely nonsensical science with the utmost sincerity (tell me more about magical sea lizards or something)

Wee John getting to set SOMETHING on fire. I won't say what (it's the revenge) but I can feel it

Roach's facial expressions in reaction to the first Ed/Stede meeting (horror, fear, maybe a hint of sympathy and oodles of confusion)

Whatever scene it is where Ed acquires that damn pearl necklace (gonna need emergency services on-call for this one)

Ed and Stede hug???? Maybe even hold hands??????? Or dare I say....kith???????????🥺👉👈 (but properly this time)

[ravenous-feast-of-love]

THATS SO CUTE I LOVE DAT STORY YA!!!

i rly want to meet my future partner somewhere and. kith them everyday and. AHHHH!!! i heart romanz….

-🦴

Ah, Romance is not for the faint hearted I’m afraid. It can bring great emotional burden. It’s worthwhile, I assure you! If you ever want to give it another try!