#my little beasties...my babies....i love them

[frostios]

chao update <3

ibuprofen and advil went through their first growth! advil is now 30% more pink and ibuprofen has an awesome mohawk

old adderall has been renamed to pill capsule because i didnt REALIZE that if it wasn't from a normal chao egg i wouldnt actually properly achieve sonic chao.... 1/3rd of the way to maxing out before i found out lmao but hes still my baby boy who has also gone through his first growth

one of the newer babies, zoloft. hes soooo funny to me i literally just put the glasses on him and fell in love completely

and finally the actual babies that will become the sonic and shadow chaos, (new) adderall and prozac :]

[hanafubukki]

Imagine baby Silver accidentally getting kidnapped by his big brother because he crawled into Malleus’s bag and fell asleep and Malleus being strong as hell barely even notices the difference in weight.

Hello Anonie 💞🌷🌸

I woke up today with the perfect scene in my head for this ask and I had to write it right away 💞💞 I hope you enjoy 💚🌷

Malleus and Silver, brotherly bonding, my loves.

Summary: A young Silver is on a mission. He’s going to follow Big Brother Malleus to wherever he goes and rescue him.

Silver was on a mission.

He’s going to follow Big Brother Malleus to wherever he went.

Silver didn’t like it when his big brother had to leave. He knew Mal didn’t want to leave either.

He could see the sad look in his eyes before he left.

So! He’s going to follow him and rescue him.

He’ll be his hero!

He would have to return home if Silver saved him and then they can all live happily forever.

But how?

Looking around, Silver spotted the nearby bag.

It was Mal’s bag.

He can hide in there.

Silver motioned towards the birds and small animals.

Shushing them before waving.

Go. Go.

Distract them.

No one would be the wiser.

Silver felt delighted as he slipped into the bag.

He’s going to rescue his big brother and bring him home.

No one will make him sad on his watch!

Malleus leaned back after signing off on the document before him. Retuning to his duties always seemed harder after a visit to the cottage.

But it gave him a reprieve, something to look forward to.

A solace from the darkness and silence of the castle.

Malleus sighs as he pulls his bag to his lap.

I should look into that issue Lilia…

“What?”

Very few things shocked Malleus Draconia and this was one of those rare instances where he was left speechless.

Malleus felt laughter bubble up before he smothers it down with his hand.

Malleus’ expression softened, gently pulling Silver out so as not to wake him.

Cradling him close, Silver nuzzled into Malleus’s warmth.

It was all so natural to him now. Malleus recalls those days when he struggled with even holding the young one.

Now though, now it was as natural as breathing to him.

Malleus began humming a lullaby while rubbing the little one’s back.

Lilia must be panicking right now. He should probably let him know or return Silver to him but…

Seeing the little one tucked into him, his soft smell relaxing him in a way he didn’t realize he was tensed before…

Silver smiled in his sleep as he buried closer to his warmth.

Malleus tapped his finger on the button like nose.

“Why don’t I keep you for a bit longer, little beastie?”

He smirked.

Lilia can panic a bit longer. It’ll be good for his health to be more active.

I have no idea how I went from chaotic young Silver to deep feels Malleus, but at least I got some of that smug Malleus vibe at the end 😆💞

[starryevermore]

the house of snow (19) ✧ coriolanus snow

the house of snow ✧ a royal coryo au | pinterest board| ao3

pairing: king!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

series summary: the king of panem is in search of a bride. and, for reasons you can never understand, coriolanus snow has set his sights on you. it would never be a happy marriage, you’re sure of that. but none of that matters, because when snow decides he wants something, he will do everything in his power to ensure it is his. 

chapter summary: you and coriolanus return to the capitol. 

word count: 2,224

series warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, royal au, regency au, arranged marriage, rivals to lovers, obsessive!coryo, jealous!coryo, protective!coryo, eventual smut, eventual pregnancy, more tags to be added later

chapter warnings?: fluff, implied smut, pet name (petal), not proofread

Coriolanus stared at the cat. Coriolanus the Cat stared back. Ever since things improved between you and him, the cat had been less hostile. But less hostile for the cat still was not pleasant. Sometimes, it would hiss at him when he walked in the room. Or it would swat at him whenever he leaned in to steal a kiss from you. You would always laugh at the cat’s antics—Coriolanus was certain this only encouraged it. You never did seem to believe him when he said the cat shot him smug looks. 

“I think you’re losing the staring contest,” you murmured, your eyes shut. 

He looked down at you. You had fallen asleep in the carriage ride back to the Capitol. Your face had been pressed against his bicep within minutes of departing the cottage, quiet snores soon following. He wished he could have played with your hair. Alas, it was back tied up in elaborate updos that was befitting of a Queen. Coriolanus preferred it when you were just you. 

“Well, you just made me lose, petal.”

Your eyes fluttered open. They held no trace of the sleep you’d awoken from. Instead, they twinkled as you peered up at him. “Such a tragedy. I shall have to make it up to you.”

Coriolanus grinned. “Yes, I suppose you shall.”

“Just set the terms, my love, and I will fulfill them.”

He almost felt like a little boy with the glee you filled him with. Never had he felt so happy, so content, with his life. Ever since he was young, Coriolanus had been fighting his way to the top of the ladder. Now, he was here and he had everything he wanted. A kingdom to rule, sure, but that paled in comparison to the shimmering jewel you were. “You’ll live to regret that, petal,” he teased. 

“The only thing I regret is giving you such a hard time from the beginning. If I knew I would come to love you so, I would have been kinder.”

His stomach flipped. This was everything he ever could have hoped for. Coriolanus leaned his head on top of yours. “I’m grateful you weren’t. I loved you because you’re a spitfire. You always were so certain about everything. It made me want to be the sort of the man you would actually want.”

“Well, I was wrong about you. You’re incredible, my Coryo.”

Coriolanus lifted his head. He tilted your head up so you looked at him. A smile tugged on his lips as he leaned in for a kiss. “The highest of compliments from you, petal. I love you.”

The cat pounced on him, claws digging into his jacket, before you could say the words back. Damned cat! You had said the words countless times over the last month, but Coriolanus never tired of hearing them. And now the beast of a cat robbed him of hearing the words again. He couldn’t remain mad, though, when he heard your giggle as you coaxed the cat to let go.

“You’re lucky she loves you, beastie,” Coriolanus said to the cat. He leaned down, narrowing his eyes at the creature. “If you weren’t our son, I’d throw you out of this carriage at the first opportunity.”

Coriolanus the Cat meowed back. Coriolanus the Human imagined it was a “fuck you” in cat language. 

“Be nice,” you laughed, smacking your hand against his chest. “Our sweet little baby just wants to play with his papa.”

“We have very different definitions of playing. I don’t particularly enjoy it when claws come out.”

You hummed. “You seemed quite pleased when my claws come out when we play.”

Coriolanus guffawed. While he had enjoyed the innocence you exhibited at the beginning of the honeymoon period, he was more pleased with how he’s slowly corrupted you. How he has been able to mold you into a sultry woman for his eyes only. You still had much to learn, of course, but Coriolanus would never complain about teaching you. “You’re rotten, petal.”

“You should do something about it, then.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice—cat in the carriage be damned. 

Knock! Knock! 

Coriolanus pulled away from you, a smirk crossing his face as he saw how breathless you were, just from kissing. You always looked so positively intoxicated from kissing him. Like he was your personal drug. If only you knew he felt the same way about you. His attention turned to the carriage door. He reached over and rapped his knuckles on the wood two times. After the first break for the horses on the journey back to the Capitol, where the coachman unceremoniously opened the door to find you wrapped up in his arms, they developed a knocking system. Coriolanus didn’t particularly care for it—the entire of Panem could know how much he loved you. But the coachman muttered something about “proprietary” and “maintaining the Crown” enough for Coriolanus to agree to let him know when it was safe to open the door. 

You smoothed down your hair as the door swung open. Coriolanus caught a glimpse of the staff of the palace lining the path up to its front doors. Finally—he would be welcoming you home as his Queen. Sure, he had the wedding night with you but that hardly counted. You had been so terrified of a life with him then. Now, you were sure of his love and devotion. Now, you were Queen. (Of course, you would still need your own coronation, but that would be planned soon.) 

He stepped out of the carriage as Coriolanus the Cat pounced out. He snorted as one of the members of the staff flinched as the little beastie claw at the tails of his coat. At least someone else was being tormented. Coriolanus turned back to the carriage, nudging the coachman out of the way, and reached out for you. Your hand slipped into his, a bright smile on your face. It felt like the world stopped whenever you smiled at him like that. Coriolanus would have happily lived another four and twenty years of you glowering at him if it meant he got even one of those smiles out of you.

Together, the two of you turned to walk up to the palace. He still held onto your hand as you made your way up to your new home. Instinctively, you fell a half-step behind him. Oh, but he didn’t like that. Coriolanus stopped, earning looks of confusion from the staff around him. 

“Is something wrong?” you asked, your brows knit together. Coriolanus was tempted to kiss the crease between them. 

“Walk in front of me.”

“No one walks in front of the King.”

It was a tradition. Something about how the King led Panem—no one led him. But whoever started that tradition never met a woman like you. 

“You are my equal in every meaningful way, petal. If there weren’t archaic rules that prevent women from being elected, you could surely be Queen in your own right. Be that as it may, I want you to walk in front of me,” he said. This time, he did kiss the crease between your brows. “Show them all exactly why I fell in love with you.”

A smile pulled at your lips. He kissed them, too. Then, you took a step, and then two, before you walked right in front of him. Your head held high, shoulders back, commanding the very respect you deserved. Despite the confused looks among the staff at you taking the lead, they quickly fell into bows and curtsies as you passed. He did laugh, though, as Coriolanus the Cat fell in line with you, its own little held high. A royal bastard if there ever was one. 

At the top of the stairs, Coriolanus took note of the housekeeper. He stopped in front of her. 

“Welcome home, Your Majesty,” she said, still deep in her curtsy. 

“Rise,” he said. In front of him, you had turned, watching him. “Any of my wife’s belongings that remain in the Queen’s Chambers should be moved to my chamber’s expeditiously.”

The housekeeper blinked at him. “Your Majesty, it is tradition that, after the honeymoon period, that the Queen reside in her own chambers—”

“Does tradition override the King’s orders?”

She blanched. “Of course not, Your Majesty. I apologize for any disrespect—”

“Do as I said and all will be forgiven.” 

“It will be done at once, Your Majesty,” she said, dropping back into a curtsy as Coriolanus made his way back to you. 

He took your hand again and walked by your side the rest of the way into the palace. Coriolanus let you guide him to the library. But rather than opening the doors, you turned around, pressing your back against the wood. You smiled up at him. “Quite possessive, aren’t you?” you teased.

“Can you blame me?” he teased, nudging his nose against yours. “I can’t stand to not have you by my side.”

“You’re lucky I find that attractive now, Coryo,” you teased, reaching behind you and twisting the knob. You pushed the door open and tugged him inside. 

Neither of you left the library until dinner. 

If someone had told a younger Coriolanus that he would hate being King, he would have laughed. It seemed like such a ludicrous idea. It was what he dreamed of doing for so long. It was what he was practically raised to be. And yet, as Coriolanus flitted through the papers his Lord Chamberlain had brought him, all he could think of was how far away you were from him. You belonged by his side, always. 

He was worse than the girls at the Academy when they first realized that the boys in their classes could become their future husband. He was worse than the boys at the Academy when they would fight for the girls’ attention. Coriolanus couldn’t find it in himself to care, though. He had you as his wife. Brilliant, witty you. 

Coriolanus stared at the large, mahogany desk before. When he first became King, he thought it a grand old thing. A symbol of his power. A sign that he had gone far enough, earned the highest title in all of Panem, so that your father would finally, finally, let him ask for your hand. Now it just looked lonely. 

He abandoned the desk and in a few, short strides, he reached his door and pulled it open. One of the Peacekeepers stationed outside jumped. Coriolanus’s jaw clenched. Such behavior never would have been tolerated when he was a Peacekeeper. 

“Your Majesty,” the Peacekeeper said, bowing. “Is there something you required?”

“Send for the Queen.”

The Peacekeeper rose, confusion clear on his face. “Is something wrong, Your Majesty?”

Coriolanus suppressed an eye roll. While his job was secure, he knew he had to tread carefully with the public. They could be so easily moved to rebellion. He knew better than to give them any further ammunition. “Send for the Queen,” he repeated. “Don’t bother announcing her presence or even knocking. Let her in as soon as she arrives.”

Without another word, Coriolanus stepped back inside his office and shut the door. He grabbed the chair that was on the opposite side of his desk, for when he would entertain meetings with those who request an audience with the King. He pulled around to the other side of the desk beside of his. The chair was much smaller than compared to the one for the King, but it would suffice for now. He would tell the housekeeper to have a chair identical to his made later. 

Coriolanus was still adjusting the chairs when the door swung open. Even though he hadn’t looked up at you yet, he still smiled. It was so strange, how much calmer he felt when you were around. Like your presence alone calmed all of his demons. 

“The poor Peacekeeper was trembling when he came to the library, Your Majesty,” you teased, stepping around the desk and slotting yourself in his arms. “What did you do to the poor boy?”

“All I asked for was you.”

“Mm, but you must have had that look on your face.”

“The look?”

“That commanding look of you. The one where it looks like you are already plotting a person’s death if they dare deny you.”

Coriolanus arched a brow. “Did I ever look at you like that?”

“No, you looked at me like you would eat me.” You pressed a kiss to his jaw. “And, oh, how you have eaten me.”

“Well, you are my favorite meal,” Coriolanus said. He gently turned you toward the chair and motioned for you to sit. You did. “There, right where you belong.”

“You should be in this seat, Coryo.”

He shook his head. “No. You are right where you belong.”

Sitting in the smaller chair, Coriolanus pulled the papers he’d been looking through toward him and began to read them again. He read them aloud, though, asking for your input, jotting down your helpful suggestions. Yes, this was perfect. This was what he wanted. A competent Queen ruling by her King’s side.  

Coriolanus considered the chair again. He shouldn’t ask for an identical chair to be made for you. You deserve a larger one. 

[yukipri]

I wanted to formally introduce two new members of my family: Cody and Rex!

Cody (mostly called Ko-chan, sometimes Coco-nuts or Cocoa) is a siamese kitten, probably roughly 7 months(?) old. He is very hyper and bold to the point of reckless. His hobbies include screaming for food, trying to steal human food, successfully stealing his brother's food, and in general doing everything he's not supposed to do. He is very clever but chooses to show it in the stupidest ways possible. He has also earned the nicknames Hungry Beastie, Black Hole, the Screaming Baby, Fluff Ball, Little Demon, and Tiny Thug (I probably should have named him Fives).

Rex (mostly called Recchan, or O-Rere) is a snowshoe kitten, and probably around the same age as Cody, though we adopted them from separate shelters. He's very sweet and shy, but bold when he gains confidence. He isn't very food motivated, but loves toys and other cats. He is often drowsy for a while after waking up, and loves cuddling most then. He has a shockingly deep voice for a kitten. He also does not like wearing a collar. He has earned the nicknames Sweet Angel, Sleepy Baby, and Naaaaw (what his voice sounds like) (I probably should have named him Echo).

I adopted them roughly 2 months ago (roughly a week after Lu passed), so they've been with us a while now, but I didn't feel ready to start posting about them yet.

We're still in the process of getting Ace and Sabo to fully accept them (meaning: getting the older boys to not look at them like they're the stinkiest lil gremlins in the galaxy), but they've come a long way, and we'll continue to work on it.

But yeah! I wanted to introduce them, so please expect photos of them to start popping up on this blog too!

While they aren't technically "ASL Kittens," I want to keep all my cat photos in the same tag, so I'll continue using the #YukiPriASLKittens tag for them!

Cats tag: #YukiPriASLKittens

(at 4 cats, am I nearing Crazy Cat Lady (non-gendered) status yet?)

[theheraldsrest]

~How would the companions/advisors/LIs react to the Inquisitor being turned into a cat by apostates, and suddenly being in danger from aggressive nobles with allergies and refugees looking to ‘fortify’ their next meal. Meanwhile, the Inquisitor’s totally nonchalant and just living the best life~

“Companions (+Romanced) reacting to Inquisitor turned into a Cat”

God bless all of you. I love you all. This request kept making me giggle, thank you, @sacredpigeon, for this thought! (I think the void ate this ask, but i had it saved in my document, so all good!) Now we go through who’s a cat person and who’s not.

-Lord Lex

Cullen

-The commander of the Inquisition should be calm and complete in any situation. Not this situation though, my man is panicking. What does he do?! You’re a cat! What kind of magic is this?! How do you reverse this?! He holds you under your armpits and holds you out, trying to figure out what to do. Goes to all of the magic users and begs them for help. If romanced, he tries to see if you're still in there, asking for any sign. If given a sign, it gives him a bit of comfort though he still doesn’t know what to do with you. Promises to fix this, awkwardly patting your head and yelling at anyone who goes too close to you.

(Please picture a poor soldier being yelled at not to get too close to the Inquisitor and all they see is some cat walking around.)

Josephine

-Josey is trying so hard not to gush over this beautiful cat that the companions brought back-wait, it’s who now. See, it’s a little hard to accept that the cat in front of her is the Inquisitor when there’s literally just a cat in front of her. Do anything to prove it’s you and she’ll be convinced, even if it’s a bit skeptical. She’s trying so hard to treat it like a serious situation, but she really can’t when you’re at the war table and there’s just a cat there with a serious face. If romanced, she’s adoring you, petting and kissing you, telling you how pretty/handsome you are. Keeps you close so that no one bothers you while trying her best to get someone to reverse it.

Leliana

-Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t- Ok but this is really funny. Leliana is trying so hard to keep a straight face while the others explain what happened to you. She’ll look you dead in the eye, and tell you to nod your head or shake your head before asking you several questions. If you’re still conscious and answer properly, you’ll notice a big smile growing on her face that she is failing to hide. She promises through her laughter that she’ll help find someone to fix it. Later asks if you can understand what her ravens can say.

Vivienne

-Just acting really annoyed. On the opposite side of the cat-loving spectrum, so she’s trying to hide her dislike for the small felines while still addressing you as if nothing happened. Madam Vivienne will not treat you any differently and, as such, will expect the same from you. If you’re more cat conscious than your own, she’ll pass the responsibility onto someone who loves cats, specifically Dorian. You have witnessed both having a conversation about you, Dorian calling you little baby while Vivienne calls you menace or beasty.

Varric

-This has to be one of the goofiest things he’s ever seen and yet no one would believe him if he told this story. Hell, half his stories that are true no one believes. He’s split on treating you like the Inquisitor still or treating you like a cat. Settles on a middle, calling you the “Inquisipurr”. Tries different things to see if you still have your consciousness or if you’re just a cat at the moment. Blink once for yes and blink twice for no. Hiss if you thin Cassandra should be nicer.

Cole

-Number one cat translator. Sort of. He can convey what you’re thinking, especially if you keep your mind. Doesn’t even mind it and still treats you like his friend. But most find it funny when he adds in a random meow because that’s how your mind is currently. Also with the occasional “The Inquisitor wants your attention” and then pointing down at the cat. It's the Cullen thing, but more people are obligated to think that that's just how Cole is instead of thinking he's a lunatic.

Solas

-Honestly? This is some bewildering magic, and he’s pretty sure the caster might have messed up. He’ll admit that it’s adorable, but he’d rather make sure you're safe before anything else. Solas will be one of the main people trying to look for a way to turn you back while also keeping an eye on you. Constantly goes between treating you like a cat and petting you before remembering that this cat is the Inquisitor and acting like nothing happened. If romanced, he tries to get you to follow him so that he can keep an eye on you. Or else, just holds you wherever he goes, holding you away from others when they talk to him.

Cassandra

-Ok, don’t panic. Or freeze. Both would be bad. Cassandra does both. She’s just…so confused and worried but what does she do about it? She tries to corral you to safety, afraid she or someone or something might hurt you. Then immediately goes to find a magic user and get them to figure out how to fix you. She’ll stay by your side the whole time. If romanced, she’ll put you on eye level and talk to you to calm you down, even if you don’t understand or look more calm than she feels right now. Cassandra promises to care for you as long as it takes to turn you back.

The Iron Bull

-What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK. You’re so small and weird and WHAT. What does he do?! Bull’s trying to keep an eye on you while also trying to get someone to help you that knows what you’re dealing with. If you try to nudge up against him or climb him, he just tries to relax as much as possible, making sure you’re not gonna hurt yourself while an animal. If romanced, he just yoinks you up by the scruff of your neck and onto his shoulder, keeping a hand over you while looking for one of your magical companions.

Dorian

-You know those pet owners you just gasp and say “Look at you!” and pick up their cat real gently like just to hold them close to their chest while petting them? Dorian. He’s treating you like an actual cat while smiling the whole time, both because it’s funny and I do think he loves cats. Even risking cat hair on his outfit and notes. If romanced, he’ll even bring you up to look him in the eye while baby-praising you. “You are stunning, yes you are.” Doesn’t know if you’re fully conscious or not, but has to make sure you know he loves you no matter what.

Sera

-This is so funny and yet so cursed at the same time. She, too, is panicking while laughing at how stupid this is. What in the absolute shit magic is this? She really doesn’t want to touch you in case it’s contagious (Sera, that’s not how magic works) so it’s even funnier seeing her dance around away from you, yelling at you to stop it. If romanced, Sera makes a long scratching stick to pat you on the head and show you affection. She loves you but not risking it.

Blackwall

-Definition of panicked and protective. Whether you’re in a romance with Blackwall or not, he’s trying to hold on to you, his arms carefully around you and close to him. He can’t lose you if you’re close to him. Also, he’s used to nails of animals digging into him. Though if you are in a relationship and people are currently trying to fix your situation, some do spot him cuddling you, scratching your ears and kissing your head, assuring you that you’ll be fine.

[greenteatits]

Hobie Brown x f reader

this is the ff for a head canon post i made :)

full disclaimer i haven’t wrote shit like this in a hot minute, so this is probably gonna be ass 😭 also requests are open, it may just take me a bit to get to them

also this isn’t proofread :’)

check out this playlist ⬇️

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you were laying in bed staring at your ceiling with beastie boys playing softly in the background. laying in your dimly lit room after a shitty day at work seemed to help the day feel less shitty.

“i need a new fucking job” you mutter to yourself

“yeah ya do luv” hobie says to you crawling in your window. he sets his guitar on your dresser before he slides the rest of his lengthy body in your room.

“a heads up would be nice” you say sarcastically at you sit on the edge of your bed with your arms spread behind you.

“aww c’mon babe” he whines to you with a pouty face.

“what d’ya want hobes?” you groan.

“i want you to love me” he says with a sardonic smile while picking up his guitar and setting it next to you. “play for me luv”

playing his guitar always made you feel better. maybe it was because it reminded you of when you were younger, or maybe it was because it was his.

you grab his guitar and tune it a bit, and start playing a few chords.

hobie loved watching you play his guitar. the way your hands stretched across the neck, fingers moving swiftly to each fret, it really made him hot.

and of course you knew that

“take a picture, it’ll last longer” you whisper to him with a smirk. he scoffs and turns his head away without a word. you look back down and continue to play.

he knew what you were doing, but 2 can play that game.

“Oi luv, w’ya doin?” he asks you leaning in closer to you.

“playing your guitar?” you say, confused, staring at him like he’s a dumbass.

“put it down”

“what”

“i didn’t stutter did i?”

at this point you’re confused as shit, wondering what made his mood change so quickly.

“did i do something wrong?”

he leans in closer to you, kissing your neck. his hand slides across the outside of your thigh, pulling you closer to him. you put down his guitar and move to sit on his lap.

“you’re a fuckin tease luv, stroking my guitar like that” he whispers in your ear while you hum in response. “wish ya pretty little fingers were wrapped around my cock like that”

his hands move under your shirt and cups your tit.

“no bra? you’re gonna drive me insane baby” he groans, feeling his dick twitch in his pants.

“just for you hobes” you whimper, feeling his long fingers playing with your nipple.

“i want your pretty fuckin hands on my cock baby” he whispers into your ear.

you unbuckle his belt and slide his pants down his legs without any hesitation.

“i can make that happen for you hobie” you say to him with a smirk.

“then do i- fuck” he moans as you shove his whole length down your throat.

your head is bobbing relentlessly on his dick, and he makes sure to know he likes what you’re doing.

“fuck luv just like that” he moans while grabbing a fist full of your hair. “ya throat feels so fuckin nice darling”

you hum in response to his sweet words which makes his dick twitch in your mouth.

your eyes are wet with tears, your mascara is all messed up, one of your hands resting in his, and the little moans you let out on his dick is driving him crazy.

“fuck luv i’m gonna cum” he grunts, gripping your hand. you lift up from his dick with a pop sound.

“what the fuck was that fo-“ he growls before you start jacking him off.

“you said you wanted my hands wrapped around your cock” you say jacking him off faster.

“fuuuuck babe you’re too good at this” he groans throwing his head back.

you feel his dick twitching in your hands signaling that he’s close

“i’m gonna cum all over your hands darling” he whimpers breathily, legs shaking.

“then do it hobie” you say seductively which was more than enough for him. hot white ropes of cum glossed over your hand as you jacked him through his high. you licked his cum off your fingers as he fell back onto your bed with a moan.

“you know, this is way more fun than playing your guitar” you say to him with a smirk as you lay next to him.

“maybe i could practice my technique on you next time” he says with droopy eyelids.

“maybe” you whisper to him while he wraps his arms around him. you both lay there and slowly fall asleep.

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SORRY FOR THE RUSHED ENDING I WANTED TO GET THIS OUT FOR Y’ALL AS SOON AS I COULD 😭

hopefully this wasn’t super ass

love you and bye now <3

~E

[thebiscuiteternal]

I am a dumbass and accidentlly deleted the ask while trying to edit the draft, which meant typing it all over again, but here are some notes for the nonnie who asked for more of the reverse Nies with a larger age gap.

This Huaisang is probably one of my most quiet and withdrawn ones. Being the only child for so long meant he was given no slack by the grown-ups, so any frivolous things he likes are buried way, way down deep where they can't be mocked or taken away from him.

He still paints on the very rare occasions he can get time to himself, and he looks after the sect's hunting falcons with great zeal (a trait actually encouraged by Papa Nie, and the first thing they actually bonded over), but he never lets anyone see the paintings and he is so, so careful not to let himself get too caught up in wanting, or even looking at less "useful" birds.

Ironically, two of the people he was closest to before the murder were Wen Ruohan and Wen Xu.

The former was like an indulgent uncle (he thought at the time, though he came to question that quite a bit later), always praising his cleverness and never forgetting to bring a gift when he visited, and the latter was the one to sometimes drag him out of his metaphorical defensive shell and off on an 'adventure' (usually ending in some new food he'd never tried before).

He was introduced to the Lan heir and spare as a child, but he and Xichen never hit it off like Xichen and Mingjue would have (they're... okay, just kind of blandly polite to each other the way they'd be expected to be as sect leaders) and Wangji was of the age where he didn't like anybody.

Due to becoming sect leader on the same year he would have been sent to the lectures, he has to miss them. Lan Qiren "sells" him copies of the materials with the price being he has to keep up some kind of correspondence to show he's actually reading them at least occasionally. They become friends? Sort of? Though it's more like an amiable mentorship.

Mingjue is a rambunctious little hellion from day one. His laugh is loud, his crying is loud, and the only two people he actually calms down for are his wet nurse and Huaisang.

There are those in the sect who accuse Huaisang of trying to hoard Mingjue's attention and mold him into a less-than-proper heir to protect his position, which Huaisang tends to roll his eyes at because 1) who would want the kind of sect leader role he's been crammed into, and 2) it's deeply rich that they accuse him of doing the same thing they want to do to his baby brother.

Whenever Mingjue is being a particularly big handful, Huaisang calls him "Beastie"(<3) or "Little Monster"(<3), which just makes Mingjue laugh and laugh even though he has no idea what the words mean.

Mingjue's first word is "Ge" to the surprise of no one and the annoyance of many.

Mingjue's favorite animal in the whole wide world is tigers, and it's common to see him clutching a stuffed one as he snoozes in Huaisang's lap.

Once he's weaned, Mingjue loves mushed up fruit, but he likes gumming on preserved meat the most, because he is his father's son. Huaisang makes sure he always has snacks on him, and this also winds up forcing him to quit skipping meals because Mingjue gets snippy and won't eat without him.

There are nights where Huaisang is just so tired and so miserable from constantly fighting to do anything without being judged or second-guessed that he just wants to curl up in a ball and cry until he's empty, and then Mingjue will crawl across the bed and pap his face with little baby hands in a demand for sleep cuddles and the love of and from his baby brother is usually enough comfort to get him through to the next day.

[will-solace-aaaaa]

My Maurice x The Beast smut, as promised (this is all a joke) @chbs-feral-gremlin @nico-di-angelo-aaaaa @averagehopelessguy :

"Wow Mr Beasty-weasty, ur so smoking hawt" Said Maurice as he was pinned against the wall by The Beast's big, strong and fluffy arms. "Rawr baby grill, I know u love my smexy bod. Now take off ur clothes, u don't wanna keep daddy waiting...😈😈😈" The Beast said in a low, seducktive voice. "Ovc my pookie wookie bear🥴" He said as he yeeted his smexy old-man clothes. When he was finaly nakey The Beast then told the candle dude that was watching and to stop jacking off the clock guy and give him some lube. Then Mr candle man pulled a bottle of lube out of his but which he was using as a butt plug and gave it to The Beast. The Beast then took all his colthes off while making out with Mauriece and then put the lube on his fingers. He then shoved 3 of them in. "Ahh~ uwu daddy, f-feels so gud😩" Maurice moaned. "Rawr" then The Beast pulled out his fingers after 10 muinets and put the lube on his pp and put it up Maurice's bumhole. "Meow🥺," he moaned loundly as The Beast put his beast in and out of his fastly. "Rawr bbg ima cum😣" The Beast said in a dark, raspy voice. "Me 2-" he said just as he exploeded into plaeshure. He then comed and The Beast cummed, and them 1 year later they had 238,719,291 little baby pup-dog-human things. The End.

(I'm dying, help this is so funny)

[achaotichuman]

LoL imagine Tamlin absolutely hopeless in social interaction when he was younger so he literally made his own secret garden where he collects plants, gives them names, even chatted with them.

My Beasty plant boy just wants to be left alone with his plants, he rather rambles about Fascinating plant facts then to hold eye contact for a second.

Tamlin is my little neurotic introvert baby and I love him 🌱💚💚💚

Absolutely. My man is constantly attempting to escape social interactions and prefers either one on one with only the people he really loves or hanging out with his little plant friends.

Imagine, six-year-old Tamlin at a party his father threw, standing off into the corner, or hiding behind his mother's skirts, just wishing for it to end so he can leave. Then he sees the servants coming in and out of a door that leads to the outside gardens. Silently he slips away from the party and manages to get outside. he's standing out in the gardens, which are usually his favorite place to be, but now he needs to hide because if his father caught him running away from the party he would be punished. So, he quickly crawls into one of the bushes, and tries to hide himself the best he can.

Then a little twinkling light appears in the corner of his vision. He turns his head to see a tiny pixie puttering in amongst the bushes. He observes her closely for a moment, she flies around his face, making tiny ringing sounds as she did. Then taking a hold of one of his curls she tries her best to pull him further into the bush. Tamlin starts to follow her in deeper into the brush. Soon it gets darker, and he can no longer hear the sounds of Rosehall celebrating.

Then he hears more ringing sounds similar to that of the pixie in front of him. They get louder and louder until it's like a cascade of bells. A light appears through the bush, and he pulls back some of the leaves to reveal a small hollow.

It's beautiful. Filled with every plant imaginable, bright colors fill his vision, and he can hear the sounds of a trickling creek. Tiny pixies and small Faeries flutter about tending to the garden like their own.

The Pixies allow Tamlin to stay. The magic of the land that allows their hollow to live responds to Tamlin, they know he is their next High lord, and they hope to make sure he remembers them when he ascends to the throne.

Tamlin now goes back there at every chance he gets, even decades later. Once his father was gifted a small sapling from the woods of Autumn to be planted amongst their gardens as a token of peace and hope for an alliance. His father, not caring to entertain Autumn left the sapling to rot in a ditch. Tamlin rescued it and brought it to the Hollow, where he planted it in the center. It grew tall and large, extending out of the bushes surrounding the Hollow and providing a new layer of protection for the pixies. He then began to take small plants from the Rosehall gardens and relocate them to the Hollow. Until the Hollow was twice the size it was before and growing. More Pixies had come to live within the Hollow. Most new Pixies were wary of the High Fae Prince, but over time they just saw how he quietly entered the Hollow and sat in amongst the plants. Carefully and diligently caring for them. And over time Tamlin began to speak aloud, perhaps forgetting that even though he couldn't understand the Pixies, they could understand him, or perhaps not caring.

He spoke to the plants. Told them how his day went, asked them questions as if they could respond. Even going as far as to giving them names. He named a fern, Earnest. He named a patch of moss, Daimen. He named the Autumn tree that grew in the center, Lucien. No one knew where he got the names, just that he called the plants by their name. No other.

Even when Tamlin became High lord, he did not forget the Hollow. It was a challenge taking the throne. He had to attend the parties, rarely getting the chance to slip away. It became a daily struggle, as he was forced to speak with a great many people every single day.

But he shoved through. And by the end of a long, long day, he always excitedly looked towards Andras or Lucien, practically bouncing up and down. Waiting until they finally said the day was done, before sprinting out of the Manor, towards the Hollow.

His secret garden.

I imagine Tamlin's secret garden as something similar to a story I read when I was younger, coincidentally it was titled 'The Secret Garden'. Tamlin totally rambles to Lucien about every single fact he knows about plants. I imagine once Tamlin got comfortable with Lucien, the Fox was bombarded with a detailed list of plants and why Tamlin loved them so much.

[thylacines-toybox]

i love love love love the chimera character in your icon!! did you make them? if you did, do youve detail pics and/or wip pictures? i really want to make / modify a sensory plush for myself so i love the addition of things like the teether tail and would love to see all the little beastie's features and learn more about them if youre ok with sharing!! and in general, do you ever post WIPs or tips abt sewing?? thanks for your time and sharing your amazing work with us!

First off, yes I do have a few bits and pieces of sewing advice in my plushie advice tag! There could always be more, though…

I’m glad you enjoy my chimera, I love him too! He was such fun to make and come up with all the babyish details for, and I’m very proud of him.

I don’t really have wip pics of the chimera (since I was kind of in The Zone making him) but I can take you on a, uh, short tour of his features, that sounds fun!

The baby boy himself… lots of pictures and words under the cut!

Here are the first doodles of him as I came up with his design! I was trying to make a cute lion/lamb (the meanings of the two parts of my irl name!) which is basically a chimera already, and the combination of primary colours, rainbows, and a cloud-like wool mane made the weather theme just happen.

Obviously I just had to sew this! He already looked just like a colourful baby toy.

Here is his lovely little face. I took style inspiration from a lion toy I had already, and to keep him accurate to a baby-toy style, I used embroidery stitches to make his face rather than any “choking hazards” like plastic eyes. I’ve not really used embroidery before so it was pretty hard to do neatly!

He’s also got ribbon loops for whiskers (or are they sun rays?) and you can also see a bit of star-textured minky fabric on his face and ears. Fun textures are important!

His mane is made with a super soft and fluffy fur fabric. Maybe not strictly “baby safe” since it can slightly shed fibres, but it’s very nice, and I’m not exactly a real baby lol. His horns have a nice ridged texture, you’ll see what those were made from in a moment…

Oh, I also added a banana scent chip from Build-a-Bear into his little head, because I love that smell. He’s a multi-sensory plush alright.

His front paws have some noises in them! In the red one is a squeaker, and the blue one is a rattle. You can buy these especially for putting in toys, but the rattle I used in him was actually just a little plastic capsule with a few beads inside like pictured!

All four paws have a bumpy rubbery texture on them. Rather appropriately, they are made from actual baby socks! I found a multipack of different colours that matched my planned colours perfectly by sheer luck.

The ridged horn material came from the top of the red sock!

Here is the tummy, also made with a star textured fabric. It has a cylindrical chime inside which makes a lovely musical jingling sound when he’s tipped around.

While bean filling probably isn’t baby safe either, I did put a beanbag in his bottom because I like a bit of weight and it helps him sit nice.

The wings have matching dimple textured minky on one side and smooth minky on the other. I feel like dimple minky is a must if you want to make a babyish toy!

Inside the wings are some pieces of (clean) cereal packet to give them a light crinkle sound. You can buy crinkly material especially for this too, which can be a lot noisier! He’s actually very quiet as crinkly toys go, but I’m okay with this.

He’s got some little raindrop patches made from dotty cotton, with more embroidered edges which I recall having a lot of difficulty with… looks good though! As well as textures, you gotta include some fun visual patterns in a baby toy too.

And finally, the tail! A thick rainbow ribbon holding a cloud shaped teether - another lucky find in a baby shop! It came attached to a squeaky sun and crinkly rainbow, currently held by another toy.

Originally I’d simply stitched the end of the ribbon in place around the teether, but then I got some plastic snaps (for making bandanas with!) and found they gave it a much nicer finish.

And that’s about it! Hope you enjoyed getting to know the little chimera and his features!

[naffeclipse]

Heya Naff, slightly late but Happy New Year!! 🎆 Hope you’re doing well and I wish you much inspiration and many good things this coming year! <33

I had a little query pop to mind recently if that's okay:  what if reader in the Deep Dreams universe had megalophobia and/or perhaps even thalassophobia? 

I know this might make less sense for fisher Y/N as we know them, so it could hypothetically be some other person, a friend or a future Y/N who makes friends with juvenile Sun and Moon and then only later discovers they've grown to be big sea beasties - maybe seeing them in their dreams is fine but for real it's a different matter, at least until they get used to them :)

How might the boys react?

Having a slight bit of megalophobia myself, the best way I can describe my experience is a gentle anxiety with the need to seek shelter and cower there, but people's experiences can vary (and possibly change depending on the conditions). Also that kinda makes it 10x funnier that I have an affinity for giant creatures xD

Hi, Piixel! Happy New Year to you, too, babe! ♥ Thank you so much, ahhh, you're much too kind! :D I hope you have a beautiful year and an abundance of lovely things happen to you!

Oh ho! Fear of big things and of large bodies of water? I'm sure that totally wouldn't be a source of great fear and conflict with a poor little reader soulbond to a couple of mers hehe (The Sea Beast is an excellent movie btw!! ♥)

Y/N with megalophobia and thalassophobia wouldn't be caught dead on the ocean. You have dreams about two massive mers, and those creatures are always sweet and gentle and attentive, but you're still convinced it's some weird nightmare (even though no real spooky events unfold in said dreams). The mers coax and plead with you to go out to sea so you can all meet, but that's a solid no from you.

Then through a very terrible chance of fate, you're on a boat for whatever reason but very much against your desires, before you get swept away by a rouge wave and left behind. You're alone, struggling to swim in a massive ocean when—oh goodie, that looks like a giant mer floating right below you. What else could go wrong today?

Needless to say, after seeing Moon, then Sun, and realizing that these massive mers you've had dreams about are here in the flesh, you pass out from sheer fright. It's a lot for you to wrap your brain around, but when you come to, you're on Sun's back as he floats gently along the surface, keeping you dry as you begin losing your mind out of the horror of it all while Moon watches you from close by. You can't jump into the great wide ocean to escape the mer carrying you but you can't stay on the thing's scaly back either, so you may have a panic attack. Sun stops and turns his head back to give you his full attention while Moon tries to take you in his hands but that does not help your situation. They can feel your panic and horror, but you can feel confusion and distress at not being able to help, and in fact, them being the cause of your fear.

Their attempts to calm you down are met with resistance as you want to be anywhere but here in the ocean with two giant mers.

Sun and Moon are bewildered and upset, to say the least. You did often seem nervous in your little dream rendezvous but they thought they did a lovely job of reassuring you it was alright and that they would never hurt you and there's nothing to be scared of. Turns out, not quite. So, they take you safely back to the island shore where you more or less escape from the massive monsters and flee inland. But, there's not a whole lot of places to go on the little island and you've got to sleep eventually, so Sun and Moon decide to spend more personal time with you and show you that really, they're the two baby mers you happened to scoop up one summer day when you were just a tot and didn't realize how scary some things could be.

They'll be patient. You'll see that there is no place safer than with them in the water. They'll help you face your fears and then reunite with you.

If you ever leave your house again, that is.

[themeeplord]

So here’s a question for you from a random admirer…

Which of your iterations of the cryptid bois is your favorite to draw? Horns-and-frills? Ferrofluid? Just spiky? (I haven’t seen the spiky one for a while.) Which was favorite to design? Are there any fun tidbits about any of them you want to share? I wish to hear as much as you want to share!

This is such a sweet ask aaaa!! ❤️

I feel very differently for all of them. But they're all my sweet little babies!

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I enjoy drawing horns-and-frills the most, they're so beasty~ I also really like their anatomy. Designing them was so fun! Making them into a mer was sooo much fun too hehe

Their jaws and tongue anatomy WAS SO FUN TO MAKE, YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!! I love how on board everyone was with it too pdjddjfh. And of course their big claws on their feet and their tail are very dear to me.

I love that I've been able to so seamlessly combine my love for creature design/anatomy with the dca! I have to give a big shout-out and thanks to @naffeclipse for making such beautiful stories with such wonderful beasts in them. Her writing is the reason why these designs exist in the first place ❤️

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I think I'm the most proud of the ferrofluid boys. I feel it's a solid design and concept. Also it's very fun to explore the possibilities that present themselves when you have a semi-liquid based character. You can shape them however you want! They're liquid, like a cat!

Some fun little things about the ferrofluid boys: (it gets a little gory btw, so light gore warning for that!)

Their skin/surface looks a lot like oil spill, deep black with swirls of colors, mainly red and blue (and yes the colors actually swirl around, the patterns move and shift). The colors are mostly concentratet around their rays, claws and back spikes.

I imagine them being fully "liquid" except for a skeleton holding them up, so their organs and muscles are all the same substance. The skeleton is very thin and jagged. When they're very weak or very hurt you can see their sharp vertebrae sticking out of their back and the goop in their chest drips over and out of their ribs. Also their spikes shrink as they grow weaker, they need energy to hold their shape.

Sorry it got kinda dark there,, :'p

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And my spiky boys! I haven't drawn them in a while, I would like to try again, and maybe redo their design a little. I like them a lot for being my first attempt at a design, I'm also very proud of some of my early pieces I made of them.

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I got two or three more designs that I've only drawn once. I like them but I don't have that much to say about them, I just felt like mentioning that they exist. :p

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Thank you again for this ask! It was so fun to write a little about these designs! I hope you can find my rambling entertaining X3

[metal-caregiver]

Tips for caregivers of punk/scene littles

This is probably my longest winded post..and the most self indulgent lol.. Here's just some of my personal snip-bits on being an alternative regressor. I hope this can help someone out or at least be entertaining for those who are alt regressors too ^^

Find stim toys that are otherwise "unconventional" or aren't labeled as stim toys ! - This might be a stretch,, and can honestly work for anyone looking for something to stim with. I love my chain necklace and I wear it everywhere I go! Its got a ring and 2 chains that I like to play with,, the texture of the metal is also nice in my hands and has a good weight around my neck. Sensory pressure is my favorite stim ! Skull necklace Moon phases Pride flags O-Ring necklace (mine!) Playing with piercings can also be a stim but ! be careful that jewelry is cleaned and fresh piercings are healed ! Its ok to allow your little to wear corsets, fishnets and tight clothing! It can be a great way to provide pressure therapy, or a stim in public or on the go~ Never force your regressor to stop watching shows/movies or listening to certain music while they're regressed. Sometimes horror movies, and loud noises can be comforting! * Talk with your little while they're big about this! There may be certain horror topics to avoid when they're regressed ! ... Some resources / things that I find helpful as an alt cg!

Movies & TV Shows 🎥 Stranger Things Over The Garden Wall Gravity Falls The Owl House Amphibia The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy Invader ZIM Courage the Cowardly Dog Dead End Park Scooby Doo Ruby Gloom Danny Phantom The Adams Family The Munsters Daria Corpse Bride The Nightmare Before Christmas Coraline James and the Giant Peach ParaNorman Edward Scissorhands Dark Shadows BeetleJuice SOME OF THESE MOVIES CONTAIN 18+ SCENES ** (but are generally sfw / are all PG-13) Nicknames ✏️ Petal, Dewdrop, Baby Bat, Prince(ss/et) of darkness, Moon-child, Beastie, Cub/Little Cub, Beetle, Vamp(y), Little monster, Little terror, Rockstar, Bizkit (like..limp bizkit its a personal one ok😭?!) Games and other Media 🎮 Night in the woods FNAF Silent Hill Animal Crossing Zelda Danganronpa Pokemon Kingdom Hearts Fran Bow Little Nightmares Little Miss Fortune Stanley Parable Half Life Omori Skyrim Devil May Cry Roblox Minecraft Shoots and Ladders - Korn Clown - Korn Bring Me To Life - Evanescence Juggalo Juice - ICP Hokus Pokus - ICP Rainbows & Stuff - ICP Youre So Creepy - Ghost Town Sugar we're going down - Fall out Boy I Write Sins Not Tragedies - PAN!C Teenagers - MCR Welcome to the Black Parade - MCR SOME OF THESE MEDIAS CONTAIN 18+ CONTENT & LANGUAGE ** (or are generally unsuitable for regressors but...we're embracing unconventional regressors with this list) Misc items Rainbow Drip bat plushie (etsy) Rearz "Rebel" collection (also in pink) - dips / nappys ( pocket nappy ) ( training pants ) - changing pad - onesie Bat sippy cup ( - Bitten CURRENTLY SOLD OUT) Skeleanimals bat hoodie ( - hot topic CURRENTLY SOLD OUT) Mushroom sippy cup (etsy) "Spoiled Bat" Tumblr cup (etsy) "Ghost W/The Most" Sippy (etsy) Personally I have used Rearz and aside from medial brands you find at the stores,, these have been my favorite ! They fit comfortably and Im not consciously aware of wearing them (after a bit) despite being also K!nk affiliated (like Little4Big ^^") They're one of my favorite adult nappy brands..and highly recommend them if you're looking for more "edgy" designs ! They also have "Rebel" in pink ~ Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with any shops,,these have been recommended by friends, or through personal purchases

[itsapplephie]

I've met you once upon a dream

The memories of a child and his fairy godfather

At Wild Rose Castle

It was a serene night, as the moon casted its gentle glow upon the world. A lone figure made its way towards a castle in a part of what is now Briar Valley. The castle was once under the future queen of Briar Valley and then by the humans who defeated her, but was now abandoned. Thorns crept along the walls and floor which made it a bit hard to walk, one should carefully navigate their way through it when doing so. Arriving at what was once a throne room, a raven hovered around before landing near the throne and transforming into a male. While ruffling his wings, he took notice of what seemed to be a cradle placed near the throne.

“Oh? What might this be?”

Leaning over he looked into the cradle to see what was in it. In the cradle was a baby who looked only a few months old, sound asleep, seemingly lost in his own dreams. On top of the blankets wrapped around it was a ring in a necklace that had what seemed like an aurora colored magic stone. Reaching out to touch it, the baby’s hand twitched and what one can only describe as a pair of majestic aurora colored eyes blinked open. His breath hitched as he looked at those eyes, those eyes that looked so familiar a gleam.

“The Knight of Dawn,” he mumbled as he brushed away the baby’s golden hair from its face. A rush of anger washed over him and the air crackled as his magic came to be.

“A baby abandoned in this castle after a few years of them taking over it, it looks like you’re his child with the princess, now aren’t you, little apple?,” the baby only laughed in response to his touch. "And it seems like you were blessed by the diurnal fairies of the human court nonetheless."

This child is his child. The child of the murderer of his wife, his beloved flower of evil. A voice inside him told him to kill the child in his arms.

"Well, well, I shall bestow a curse upon you, little prince. A curse in exchange of what your father did," he smiled wickedly. "Indeed with grace and beauty you may grow but in death like sleep you shall be in, never to be awoken by anyone."

Another voice spoke to spare the human child. Was he not the one who wanted for both human and fae to live peacefully together? And even so, is it right to blame a child for its father’s actions? He paused in his incantation as his magic was weaving itself to form the curse.

"But, when someone who truly loves you will come, then you shall awaken. This curse will last until the end of time. No power in this world can change it!" With incantation finished, the curse was cast upon the child replacing the blessing that was once placed upon it.

As the curse was placed, the baby suddenly cried, startling the man. He stood up gently and rocked the baby in his arms but it won’t stop crying. Humming a lullaby that his own wife used to sing to their egg, the baby gradually calmed down and sniffling it looked up at him. Levan Draconia, now Dire Crowley, looked at the baby of who used to be his enemy in his arms.

“Hello, little apple, it is nice to meet you. Although, I am quite surprised that my mere presence near you seemed to awaken you from your blessed sleep,” he brought the baby’s face closer to him. “Though I saw this exact scene in one of my visions, I didn’t exactly expect it to happen now."

The baby stopped sniffling and touched his face with its hands, cupping its hand with his fingers he leaned into its touch as it seemed content when he did so. “Well, little apple, I seem to not know what your name is and you,” he booped its nose, “yourself don’t know too.”

“Now what shall I call you, hmm? Little apple?,” the baby giggled at the name. “It does suit you but it doesn’t have something to it. How about little briar rose?,” the baby seemed to look at him confused. “No? Well how about little beastie?,” the baby smiled at him when he said the name.

“Little beastie it is! It quite suits you, doesn’t it, little beastie?,” he gently laid the baby on the cradle once more and arranged the blankets to tuck it in comfortably. “Little beastie, though I have seemingly broken the spell bestowed upon you I am not the one destined to raise you. It won’t be for another hundred years or so before my dearest friend will come and you will once again be awoken from your slumber. I’m sure he’ll come to love you so and raise you well to be a fine knight.”

“Until then, sleep soundly and enjoy your dreams. When the time comes that you are awakened, I shall come to you and watch over you. I’m so kind, aren’t I, little beastie?,” he said as the curse's magic washed over it and lulling the baby to sleep.

After making sure that the baby is asleep once more, he gently placed the ring that he set aside. The ring seemed to glow, as if it was trying to tell him something. Finding his way towards the open window, he stepped outside transforming into a raven and flying away.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55079935/chapters/139645546

[space-writes]

wip questionnaire tag

tagged by @ahordeofwasps, thank you! I’ll do this for Valloroth/Renegade Prince this time.

no-pressure tagging @hagscribes @talesofsorrowandofruin and @mjjune

[ID - a green and black decorative divider]

1 - What is the first part of your WIP that you created?

The main trio of boys: Lucian, Sorrow, and Vren. They were just the Prince, the Mercenary, and the Assassin at that point, and the story was supposed to be a one-book thing of Vren trying to kill Lucian, getting stopped by Sorrow, and then all three of them getting together.

That. is not how things have gone. stares at 5-6 book series in mild despair

2 - If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

man, i have so many songs across so many playlists for this book, but i think Make Them Gold by CHVRCHES would make a good intro theme for it; lyrically i like it for the themes, and it’s also got the right more upbeat tone I’d want a TV intro for this series to have

that or The Queen’s High Seas from the Divinity: Original Sin 2 soundtrack because it’s much more of the fantasy tone, and the right level of fun

3 - What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

Everyone knows that Sorrow is my beloved boy, but Vren’s been through so much that he breaks my heart (even though all of it is my fault.)

Sorrow gets so many good lines, because he’s a snarky little bitch, but Vren can keep up with him honestly with how deadpan he is. It’s fun to have a duo like that.

also i adore Lucian so much. precious baby runaway prince sunshine boy with trauma <3 im hugging him forever

4 - What other pieces of media do you think your fan base would share?

Legend of Drizzt, naturally ;P

5 - What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

…actually sitting down and writing the rest of it. i keep getting distracted finishing other things TT_TT

also that time i had to sit down and map out the travel timeline so everyone was in the right place at the right time. i have to go back and relearn that when i start redrafting good grief my brain

6 - Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

several! i’ve posted about various beasties before, but we have wyverns and a dragon, and unicorns, and barometz & basilisks

7 - How do your characters get around? (Ex. Trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

there’s a lot of walking in this book, but there’s also a brief stint on a riverboat, the main crew get a wagon for most of the book, and Vren rides a demon-steed at some point as well.

8 - What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

very low and lazy worldbuilding, plus the very important Rotating Of The Wip in my brain

9 - What aspects (tropes, maybe) of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

queer found family, snarky fun dialogue, d&d style adventure. that’s what’d get me in, anyway

10 - What are your hopes for your WIP?

i want to finish it and post it somewhere so people can read it, and i’d love to have some nice comments and for people to draw my characters <3

like that’s it. i want to have the level of reader love and interaction i have with my fic series for this thing.

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If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

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OKAY SO

(sorry I'm just rly hyped)

In Kaiju!AU, I'm under the assumption that the Kaiju have never encountered an actual young/baby human right? Because I doubt that any researchers would've had their kids at the... Research place (lmao I'm bad at words)

So I've had tons of thoughts about one of my OCs in the Kaiju AU (he is my bright shining star precious boy his name is Jo and I love him sosososososo much) and I'm just wondering what your thoughts are on the Kaiju encountering a human child. Like, the human is tiny!? Tinier than any human they've encountered before!? Why is it not in a nest it is so small!?!??!?!!???!!?

Idk my lil guy has been living in my head rent free, and your Kaiju AU has also been living in my head rent free and now they are. Brain roommates.

Ya'know, it took a lot of self-control for me not to add a mini!Yuu to this AU like the monster AU given how tiny humans would be in general to the kaiju (which I still need to do a height chart list for >.>; ) but your ramblings about the kaiju meeting an even teenie-tinier hooman?

My goodness, I'm getting Iron Giant vibes where teenie hooman befriends giant monsters and winds up with so many adoptive dads/uncles/one grandpa and they have to figure out how to keep the lil' one alive and find the nest (or they may conveniently "forget" cuz my baby now).

Depending on the age of the human child (3 might be asking for trouble given how accident prone they are around that age), I'd imagine the adorable shenanigans of "My Kaiju Family" that the kid would go through, and-

Aaaaaaa imagine how much quicker it is for the child to pick up on kaiju language! They'll be chittering and chirping and barking or growling in full sentences before their new family knows it~!

Crowley: "They grow up so fast... 🥹"

Honestly, I'd love to hear or read more about the daydreams you have! (I honestly love reading all the little daydreams and ideas everyone has, it gives me life 😍)

So yeah, while now I debate on whether or not to consider a child being in the kaiju!AU, just have fun imagining all the silly shenanigans to be had with these giant beasties~! >v<

Edit: I forgot to address the research facility aspect. XD

In a way, you would be right in that most of the researchers that went to the island wouldn't bring their family. However, it's not impossible either and it would be one of those processes that requires a lot of hoops to jump through (especially if they're single parent families).

It's possible for them to have their kids there with them, there are just other precautions that need to be made to ensure the kids don't get lost or wander outside where the danger is!