#scritches are also very necessary

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Opinion: Moth is joy, moth is life. We love moth.

UNQUESTIONABLE FACT. moth is our beloved, do not forget to hug and snuggle your local Abyss moth today (or else he will be sad and pouty, and will sulk until he receives many compensation kisses!)

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Perfect Match - Yae Miko & Lynette x Male!Hybrid!Reader

A/N: This is the start of a new fluff series, which will feature all the animal/yokai/adepti/hybrid girls and a reader of the same species - Kokomi included. If Fem!Readers will be interested, I might do a bit for the hybrid men. Enjoy! CW: Male!Reader, reader is the same species as the character, mentions of kids, might contain lore inaccuracies.

Having someone who can understand her and relate to her way of being is such an immense joy for Miko. Kitsune are nowhere near as numerous as they were back in the day, so having a handsome, charming and attractive one as her husband is a true blessing. 

As a fellow fox envoy, you have more than the necessary knowledge on fur care, so she'll gladly use your skills. Gentle brushes through her tails not only help keep them in pristine condition, but also feel wonderful. Nothing compares to your ear massages, however. When she lies in your arms and your hands scratch at them lightly, she just melts away, quietly mumbling about her day. 

If Miko feels more cuddly than usual, she will have no problem with asking you for some fox cuddles. Fox bodies are a great deal better for cuddles, with the fluffy fur and flexible, small bodies. There's no better thing than curling up on the beanbag in your bedroom on cold days. It adjusts so perfectly to your little, furry bodies, and retains warmth very well. If she's in the mood for scritches, you will be able to tell as she always lies down on the couch, belly up and ready for affection. 

Since you molt too, the ever-present hair is not as much of an annoyance for you. It also helps in diffusing the responsibility for stray hairs in food. Both of you have pink fur, so how will you prove it’s hers? 

Not transforming into her other form recklessly granted her one big advantage - anonymity. Even if she is a fox of rather refined taste, who said that simple and silly pleasures don't interest her? The rumors of two small foxes zooming around and playing in the woods under the cover of night always bring a smile to her face. Her mind still can't understand just why and how sprinting around and tackling each other is so fun. And when you’ve had enough fun, you can either go back home or find one of your well-furnished hiding spots and spend the night there, curled into each other without a care in the world.

Affection towards you comes naturally to her, obviously, but your Kitsune blood pokes at the more foxy part of her mind. When you’re alone, no matter the form, Miko has a tendency to nibble on you. It can be your shoulder, your lip, ear or finger. Her teeth are very sharp, true, but her gentleness removes any risk of harm to you. Just this simple and natural (for Kitsune) act tends to get some nice reactions out of you with how openly she admits it. The small, barely visible teeth marks look so good on your skin, so why should she hold herself back?

When the exhaustion from your secret zoomies kicks in, Miko will gladly have you climb up on the roof of your residence and stargaze. A single blanket and your hand in hers improves on the experience, changing it from grim and lonely to comforting and familiar. Four hundred years is a lot of time, but one day, both of you will roam the skies as Kitsune Ascendants, together, for as long as the universe itself exists. Miko never stops the dreamy sigh from escaping her lips while considering the future you two have before you. Perhaps, with enough time, you will even become genuine fox deities. 

For now, however, using life for all it's worth seems like a sound plan. Whenever a particular gust of boredom hits you, Miko will coax you into participating in her schemes. Her favorite type of activity is creating problems in the shrine - especially those of the "What would happen if Lady Guuji saw this?!" variety. As the shrine maidens would struggle to solve the conundrum, you and Miko would wait in your fox forms, hidden in some dark nook of the shrine, listening and waiting for the right moment. When it eventually comes, you would emerge from the hiding spot and turn back into human forms behind a corner, and approach the maiden seemingly out of nowhere. The looks of terror on their faces are sure to stick in her mind for weeks, if not months to come. 

Of course, turning into inanimate objects is also a possibility, but is a lot more risky. Since there's no mobility to be had, an escape in case of someone trying to use the item for its intended purpose, oblivious to the fact that it's actually you and Miko playing a prank would require a shift back to human form, which in turn would reveal Miko's fairly childish sense of humor. The only people she can fool recklessly are the maids, but they've learned by now that, in a Kitsune's home, nothing is as it seems. Pranking you is out of the question since you can easily pick up her scent, though it doesn't mean that she won't try to mask it with perfume or cook distractingly delicious food. Beware!

Occasionally, when you wrap your tails around each other and love for the other fills you to the absolute limit, you might just experience shared dreams. Your adventures are very varied in activities and locations, but all have just one thing in common - you.

Having and raising kids, especially as many as you were gifted with, is an enormous task, but as most things in life, does not go without its benefits. They are cute, amusingly chaotic and so lovely. They way they stalk finches and other birds, their irises expanding before pouncing and failing to catch it never fails to make her chuckle. Their play fights look concerning, but Miko knows better than to break them up. A few bruises and scratches never killed anyone. No matter what they do or what form they take, they are always eight balls of pure, chaotic Kitsune energy. 

Even if their stamina for spreading entropy is baffling, it's not infinite. They will drag themselves home eventually, dirty, exhausted, but absolutely happy - as children in that state usually are. After a big meal and a thorough bath, the kids will turn into their animal forms and snuggle up to you and Miko, thus forming a big pile of fur, ears, tails and snouts. It's extremely cozy, warm and relaxing, but the sheer amount of Kitsune makes it hard to crawl out of it in the morning. That said, getting a bigger beanbag is a good idea - who said those eight are the last kids Miko wants? 

It’s such a refreshment, to have someone who perfectly fits her needs. The chemistry between the two of you is natural, as in a world of noisy humans, feline blood guarantees at least a little quiet. 

Sure, she loves her brothers, but even they tend to be louder than she can take. Moving to your house was a notable step up in Lynette’s overall living comfort. Your movements, as silent and graceful as hers, never disturb her sleep nor catch her attention. Although for a child of The House that would be concerning, she never once caught you lying or acting even slightly suspicious.

Speaking of silence, most onlookers would never guess that you’re a couple if they were to examine your average day. Very few words are exchanged between you - your tails and ears, as well as subtle facial expressions, can signal almost everything. The right gaze into your eyes can get her exactly where she wants to be - be that an outing to a cafe, a cuddle session or an intimate moment - without the need to utter a single word. Frequently, your house is filled with nothing but the silent ticking of the clock. 

Having never experienced real intimacy, Lynette longs for your touch. She likes her cuddles tight and warm. There is no need for a fireplace to comfort her when she can snuggle into your arms and rest on your chest. The heat radiating from you is addictive, just as the rhythmic beating of your heart and gentle breathing are. Your touch is precise and skilled, scratching and caressing just the right spots to make her drowsy just after a few moments. What’s even more wonderful is the simple fact that you are nocturnal as well, meaning that you will never judge or get upset over her sleeping most of the day. Napping is her favorite activity, and should you join her, feels like heaven. 

Night is when you truly feel at home. The delightful stillness of the capital encourages exploration of the streets, now free of the crowds and bothersome noise. For somebody as agile as you two, scaling the outer walls is no problem, so the highest tier tends to be your hangout spot. Thanks to the wonders of portable kettles, it’s quite easy to have tea in the moonlight with Lynette, along with delectable biscuits. The nightly chill helps cool down the beverage, and in your excellent company, time flies by at breakneck speed. Before long, the sun rises again, and the Court Of Fontaine awakes. It’s not as much of a problem as it is an annoyance.

Being in a similar body to her means you face the same problems as she does, as well as share a few preferences. Your lifelong enjoyment of fish dishes means your skill in cooking them is up to par. Even despite being able to cook various exquisite and complex meals, such as the renowned Squirrel Fish, Lynette tends to ask for mostly simple salmon sushi. The strong taste of the raw fish coupled with the gentle base of rice tickles her taste buds in all the right ways. 

When it comes to ear and tail hygiene, she prefers to do it herself, but the care you provide on demand is undeniably pleasant. Lynette would much rather groom yours, without much real thought behind the reason as to why. Perhaps interacting with your unique features eases the feeling of standing out from the crowd? 

Sometimes, instead of a standard kiss, she might bump your cheek or touch your nose with hers. It's a silly little gesture, one that she will do her best to keep under wraps. One morning, however, somnolent Lynette did just that while greeting you in her family home. Luck had it that Freminet was the only witness… What would be if Lyney saw it? She wouldn't hear the end of it for at least a week, that's certain. 

Lynette is no stranger to catnip. Her sense of smell is as developed as that of a cat, and the plant still activates her hormones all the same. The magician used it only on a handful of occasions, scared of both clouding her mind and her brothers finding out. Now that she lives with you, the threat of the latter is no more, and she can enjoy her narcotic with you in privacy. Though the sober Lynette is reserved, the high Lynette is an absolute cuddlebug with her purring matching the dishwasher in volume. The sleep afterwards remains one of the best things in life in her opinion. 

Just use it in moderation. Addiction to catnip is a real problem amongst the feline population, and she doesn't want either of you going down that path. 

Thanks for reading!

[filibusterfrog]

Is owning an ekkie difficult? what should you know about ekkie’s before getting one?

first off, as with all parrots i would NOT encourage you buy one as a pet. Theyre not domesticated and i dont think they should be bred and sold as pets, so if you can, get a rescue, or dont get one at all as they are a massive, massive commitment. (i have monty, hes a rescue,i love him. if i could put him back in the wild and be sure hed be able to survive, id put him there)

that said, its up to you. ill put some bird/eclectus care stuff under the readmore

necessary things to have on your part:

-a job and social life that allow you to spend hours at home with your ekkie, training them and giving them attention- training is necessary to keep them happy and mentally healthy and it also will really assist the two of you bonding :>

- the budget to provide them with a serving of fruits+vegetables twice a day. An all seed diet will kill an eclectus, as they are fruit eaters (do not feed avocado, rhubarb, chocolate or things containing caffeine. birds are lactose intolerant afaik. consult google for full list of what not to feed a parrot. human spit is also toxic)

-willing to commit 30+ years of your life to this -budget for toys

-budget for annual exotic pet vet visits (NOT CHEAP!)

-acceptance that eclectuses dont really like scritches. theyre strange like this, do not force scritches upon them. kisses are fine

-love and patience, theyre intelligent animals and they can give you the runaround, or bite, or destroy a beloved possession. the cheekiness is part of the fun a lot of the time.

great things about ekkies (can only speak for my experience with monty who is male, ive heard females can be different, and of course every bird is a little bit different so milage may vary):

-generally quiet, but very able to chat up a storm when something interesting is afoot

-loving and caring but in a beaky kind of way

-i don’t believe theyre usually ‘single person’ birds, and have it in them to love a whole gaggle of people. monty loves parties.

-very smart. enjoys a puzzle treat box

-sooooo cheeky

DO NOT:

-stroke a birds back or under the wings. it’ll make them horny and frustrated

-let it sit in the cage alone for hours and hours with no engagement. toys and time with you are essential

-let it stay up too late. too many hours of light make a bird horny and frustrated

-let it have access to electrical cables, copper toys, anything Not Bird Safe.

ive probably missed something important, if i have feel free to add on in the replies

[flock-talk]

For each of your birds which photo of them best captures their personality? Which image best conveys Mia's queendom, or Toto's...Toto?

Let’s be real their personalities cannot be encapsulated by a single image so I limited myself to two instead

We’ll start with señor Flippy, the boisterous boy who was so aptly named for his nightly routine of doing backflips off the roof of his cage to prep his bedtime perch for sleepy time. He sang the loudest songs to anyone who would listen and man could this man POOF. He made sunbathing in to a competitive sport. He would also routinely try to fight anything he deemed necessary, including threatening the parrotlets which is a fight he definitely could not win but, we’ll let him talk big, don’t want to deflate his poofy ego.

Zeeby occasionally located a brain cell and when she did she didn’t use it in the most functional ways. She would chew perches like an old bugs bunny cartoon, chewing the base of the perch while she’s standing on the very tip of it then forgetting she has wings when it plunged to the ground- surprised that gravity afflicts her. The fact that she passed trying to produce an egg twice as large as a standard egg for her lesbian wife is honestly probably the only way that makes sense for her.

Her majesty the bean, miss Mia moo berry, connoisseur of local hot spots (literally) and a palate for only the finest of foods for her royal tum tum. She was the pickiest bean, would not have a bath unless it was the exact right tub, in direct sunlight at high noon, the room must be warm but the water ice cold if any of these variables are off it is unacceptable. Veggies she refused for a year before sampling one, yet again they must be presented in a manner fit for the Queen, fresh and crispy in direct sunlight, if the veggie so much as looks at her wrong it becomes indigestible. How dare you. Running a Queendom is hard work, as a result any time not spent eating was spent napping where she would locate the best sunny spot in the house and hunker down. Doesn’t matter if that spot is in the middle of the floor, you will protect the Queen at all costs and imply proper security tactics (image below)

Newt has a heart of gold, he dedicated two years earning the Queen bean’s trust and she didn’t make that easy. He took his time, respected her boundaries and eventually earned the privilege of preening and cuddling Miss Mia. With this heart of gold there is also the mind for Crime, he plots thefts and incriminating acts on the daily but between his sweet demeanour and immense intelligence he’s yet to be incarcerated. This isn’t to say that he is conniving all the time, he of course likes his down time in his preferred state of being- absolutely sopping wet.

Toto! Oh toto…. I don’t know how a creature can exist with a grand total of zero brain cells at any given point in time but man he does it! A very simple man who just wants to love his husbirb, preen his husbird, gather stick for husbirb, husbirb is life. But also if human is willing to offer a scritch then human is also very good option. Will get stick for human, humans like stick. A big fluffy man filled only with love and affection.

[themushroomgoesyeet]

How to hold your loved one: A lover's guide

co-authored by Merf & Muriel

When holding Muriel:

Muriel's still getting used to positive physical affection, so unless you're close to him no touchie!

hand holding is always enjoyable for casual interactions of any kind, be it long walks or still moments.

(idk how he tolerates holding my hands when they're so sweaty all the time but that's beside the point)

my hands are always dry, so I don't mind

ok (T^T )

hand holding also serves as a good way to send little messages! usually it's just single squeezes for comfort, but my personal favorite is three squeezes for "I love you", and four squeezes back for "I love you too".

that's my favorite too

I - I don't deserve you Muri, you're so sweet! (>////< )

hugs with Muriel are always the best! he's so big it's like getting swallowed by a soft, warm blanket. not to mention they're very healing on a bad day.

you really feel that way about my size?

of course I do! it's one of my favorite things about you, you make me feel safe <3

oh.........ok

cuddling is excellent*, and it's always nice to exchange hair scritches. his hair is so nice and soft!

*(please note: cuddling usually turns into naptime)

I'm just a big pillow to you aren't I

Yep! a very smoochable pillow at that ;)

When holding Merf:

why are we doing this again? we're not letting anyone read this....right?

yeah, it's just for us. I thought it would be fun! also the voices told me to

........

:)

........what do I even write

anything you want! the topic is just kinda how we feel about physical affection

um, ok

sometimes our height difference is challenging; it's usually best if we're both sitting down so Merf can reach better - and so I don't have to bend over so much

trust me, If I could be taller I would be

sometimes I also have to hold Merf's hand to keep her from slipping away in crowds, but I don't mind as long as I'm not alone

I'm sorryyyyyyy, I promise I don't try to wander away on purpose! perhaps you can carry me sometimes?

........only if it's absolutely necessary

yiss

never thought I'd like kissing. it's......nice.

is that all you have to say about it?

yes.

pft alright

can we be done now?

yes <3

[cringemesstickles]

Kangaroo

(TickleTober Day 23: Incoherent)

Summary: Eileen is teaching Sam sign language and Dean makes a comment that very much interests her

Pairing: Saileen

Word Count: 1,049

A/N: I JUST HAD TO GO THROUGH WITH THIS IDEA, THEY’RE SO DAMN CUTE 😭🤚

There is simply not enough Saileen tword content

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It was a quiet day in the bunker.

No demons to exorcise, no apocalypse to prevent; just a peaceful day off for the Winchesters.

Perfect for inviting over your smart, witty, gorgeous, badass- well… Sam could just go on about his girlfriend forever.

The girlfriend in question was none other than Eileen Leahy, the clever hunter that often made his heart wanna beat right out of his chest.

The two found themselves in the library, seated across from each other, a look of concentration on Sam’s face as he watched Eileen gracefully move her hands to sign.

The taller hunter had insisted that he learn sign language, adamant that he wanted to be able to communicate with Eileen in ways that were more convenient for her (which absolutely melted her heart); so when she offered to teach him some basic signs, he accepted the offer in a heartbeat.

“You’re doing great, Sam!” Praised Eileen, impressed with the amount of progress her boyfriend was making already.

“Hm, I’m trying to think what else is relevant to teach you…” She pondered, thinking aloud.

Dean Winchester, who just so happened to walk by at this moment (totally wasn’t just watching from the other room), casually strolled in with a mischievous grin, making sure Eileen could see him and read his lips.

“You should teach him ‘ticklish’; that’s pretty relevant to him.” He teasingly suggested, poking his little brother in the side, all too thrilled to embarrass him.

“Dean!” Sam yelped, flinching from both the jab and the elder’s sudden presence.

The girls eyes widened before sparkling with mischief, noticing the way her boyfriend started to blush.

“Oh really? Well, I think a more detailed demonstration is necessary for this one~” She raised her hands and wiggled her fingers in the air, watching as the younger Winchester froze up, staring at her fingers as if they were toxic, but also with a clear glint of excitement.

With a nervous smile, he protested.

“Eileen, don’t you dare!”

To which Eileen merely smiled tenderly before digging her fingers into the soft skin of Sam’s stomach, watching him toss his head back in hysterics.

“WAHAHAIT, NOOO!”

Dean laughed with a sense of accomplishment, feeling his work was done and seeing himself out.

“Well, you kids have fun. I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

Dean having made his exit, Sam was left in the hands of Eileen, who he normally wouldn’t have an issue fighting off, given his size.

The problem was that he’s just too ticklish.

The girls nimble fingers began to drift dangerously close to Sam’s navel, gently pinching at the rim.

The man shrieked and bucked so hard that he managed to throw himself out of his chair and land on the floor in a momentary escape, though his lover quickly followed, perching herself on his hips and resuming the attack on his bellybutton.

“EEK- NOT THEHEHERE!! IT TICKLES!” Cackled Sam, squirming like a worm on a hook under his girlfriend’s playful touch.

The shorter hunter smirked.

She wasn’t convinced, not even for a second, that Sam didn’t absolutely adore this.

She knew better than anyone that if Sam sincerely wanted the sensation to stop, he could easily overpower her.

He was weakened by the tickles, sure… but with the height and strength he had over Eileen, he could very easily dislodge her.

The ‘weakened by tickles’ argument could work if his attacker was Dean, but her?

She didn’t think so.

Eileen’s fingers continued to dance skillfully over Sam’s midriff, tracing intricate patterns and letting her nails scritch and scratch at the delicate surface.

Each motion brought out loud entrancing laughter, and though Eileen couldn’t hear him, the charming smile on his face paired with the rosiness that dusted his cheeks showcased a display of vivacity and euphoria, and despite the lack of sound, the sight of her lover’s happiness was enough for her.

As her fingers continued to glide across his skin, Eileen began to notice that she could read Sam’s lips less and less; a testament to how much his laughter was impacting his coherency.

“EILEHEHEE- TICK- TICKLES TOO MUHU- MUHUHUCH!”

“Sam, you know I’m good at reading lips, but you’re laughing so hard I can’t read them at all… you must be super ticklish.” She teased playfully, admiring the bright red glow that enveloped her boyfriend’s face.

Sam couldn’t tell if he was in heaven or hell…

On one hand, he was spending time with the girl that he loved and getting tickles at the same time; on the other hand, his stomach was getting sore from the laughter and he was having a hard time catching his breath.

Realizing his ticklishness was getting in the way of his coherency, he pleaded the only other way he knew how.

Holding up both hands, he messily signed “Mercy”.

“MEHER- MEHEHEHERCY!!” He vocalized, eyes squeezed shut while tears streamed down his cheeks.

Getting the hint, Eileen retracted her hands and sat next to the flushed giggly mess, gently guiding his head to her lap.

She let her fingers instead get tangled in his tousled brown locks, combing them through to create a more soothing sensation and help her lover calm down.

Recalling the Winchester’s messy sign language, she giggled.

“Kangaroo…”

Sam opened his eyes to look up at his girlfriend with confusion and amusement, still recovering from the tickles.

“Whahat?”

Eileen held her hands up, palms down, and mimicked the hopping movement that Sam had made earlier.

“This is kangaroo,” She then folded her ring fingers and created a similar, but much more practiced motion.

“This is mercy.” She explained. “You signed kangaroo.”

The taller took a moment to process before he once again burst into laughter.

“Hey, I was being tickled to death! Cut me some slack!” Chuckled Sam, blushing slightly at his mistake.

The girl tittered and leaned down to give the man a kiss on the lips, amused by his clear embarrassment.

“It’s okay, I got the message.” She smiled affectionately.

Though Sam was still learning sign language, he was getting better and better everyday, striving to make communication easier for the both of them; and as for Eileen, she was more than happy to help him learn, the silly mistakes making it all the more enriching.

[russica]

My three Tav's I draw consistently 💜🖤💙 I just wanted to draw tongues and this was fun lol

Fun Facts! I have several playthroughs but these 3 are my fave Tav's!

Rax (He/They) is an old OC repurposed. He is a Tiefling Sorceror, played him as an all good run. Rax i calm and collected, a usually laid back guy with an electric temper underneath. He has his own traumas in his past, a history of SA and alcoholism. He's worked very hard to come as far as he has. He is gay and polyamorous, he romanced Astarion and Halsin and I see him going after Rolan and Zevlor as well 💜 He has so much love to give and we stan the Tiefling tail wraps!

Ryth (He/Him) was my first Durge run! He is a Dragonborn fighter and resists the Urge. He is bisexual and monogamous and romanced Gale. Despite his large and gruff, scarred exterior, he's a big sweetheart. Kinda like a cat, he chirps, chitters, and likes head scritches. Touch is his love language, and you can bet your ass he cuddle puddles with everyone and gives hugs and head smooches. He also does platonic cleaning via licking his friends' faces. After the initial confusion/culture shock, he does learn to ask permission first.

Naerym (It/Its) is my first and only Evil Durge run. It is a high elf monk. It is ambiamorous and slept around before canonically settling with Ascended Astarion. It's a cheerful little thing, always smiling and laughing while committing the worst atrocities. It's NOT a good person. Despite being THE WORST, it still cares for its friends (in the way a scientist might care about a long-running experiment). Naerym would've also snatched Kar'niss up in a heartbeat and would've refused to give him up when Astarion inevitably demanded it. (It would've been a bloody fight, but Naerym is a lethal weapon and would've eventually won either with sheer strength or by threatening dirty tactics). They're a toxic power couple lol

Rax and Ryth would be best friends. Rax would be smitten with the tall Dragonborn because Rax is usually the tallest in a room (6'2 v 6'6). Ryth being mono, they'd end up being the two quiet friends discussing their partners over a good meal. Very domestic. They act like they've known each other forever. Rax loves the pillow nest Ryth has and they constantly hug, hold hands, and cuddle.

Ryth and Naerym would be terrible for each other. Ryth is a resist (mostly), and Naerym is an embrace, so... Ryth would commit more crimes, and Naerym would get better at hiding theirs. They would bond over their love of blood and exotic meats, and battles would be bloodier than necessary, and Ryth would listen attentively as Naerym waxxed poetic about its pet spiders. Theor cuddle puddles would be a big production of a fight until Ryth pinned Naerym down (6'6 v 5'6) by flopping his massive frame on top of him.

Rax and Naerym are like fire and ice. Rax does NOT like Naerym. Naerym is touchy but doesn't ask permission. It just latches on, and Rax has electrocuted the thing more than once for it... (Naerym is into it 👀). Rax is a diplomat, believing you should talk it out unless they're slavers or abusing kids/animals, while Naerym is a kill em if they're boring kinda person. Rax would be exhausted trying to keep Naerym in line and Naerym would be having a hell of a time being the biggest nuisance possible. Naerym likes Rax a lot lol. Despite fighting constantly, Rax would still bandage up the dumbass after a battle and would still accept occasional cuddles because he's weak.

[donniesexceptionalmind]

Do you shed??

Sorry if it's a personal question, but it just came to me cuz my geckos are shedding right now. If your shell sheds, and touching it is that uncomfortable/a trauma response, how do you shed properly without getting an infection, or dry skin stuck to you?

(side note, but I also wanted to ask: I know that trauma can be healed over time, but will anyone ever be able to touch your shell? Or is that something that's never going to be healed, mentally. It's just my stupid opinion, but I think working on it would be a good idea. You don't want to live your life controlled by something. Trust me.)

So, do you have like a machine that helps?? Is soaking a good idea?? Do you get itchy? If so, do you appreciate scritches... ✨✨

Anyways, this is all probably just stupid, but have a nice day!

🐉

Greetings & no worries about the question, please!

Some turtles shed.

In fact, Leo, Raph & Mikey do because they have hard shells!

The main purpose of turtles shedding is for growth, though there are many other reasons as well.

Shedding occurs most often in young turtles since it is part of the growing process.

Adult turtles also shed, but generally, it will be much less often.

I am part of the lucky species that does NOT shed its shell due to the lack of scutes: my shell is leathery. Hence the name of my species: soft-shell.

I shed my skin, though!

Let's just say it's still a hell of an experience, especially because I am so freaking sensitive & yes, like you mentioned, TRAUMA sucks too. Yay. /s

But first, about my skin shedding:

When I feel it coming, it's a very not-so-great feeling, I feel itchy & like I'm falling apart & it overwhelms me. (Being autistic is so great with that as well! /s)

Water helps us all & UV light too!

I do not have a machine to support because it would remind me of that space ship & I can't bear it.

When we were younger, we helped each other to shed or at least spent the time together in Raph's big pool.

Nowadays, I try to join them sometimes, but I've made my own sensory water pool with purple lights & stuff to vibe & distract myself from my thoughts until it's over.

The new skin feels nice & it's like a reward for enduring the process of skin shedding.

Since the Krang things are complicated... You're correct. Trauma healing is necessary & I am working on it.

I used to like scritches very much as I am not opposed to touch in general.

I enjoy touch.

I really do. (Unless I'm sensory overloaded, then please stay ten feet away from me)

It's just... soft touches, especially on my shell, make me instantly jump back to THAT PLACE in my memories & give me a panic attack.

Thank you for the inbox & I hope you have a pleasant existence as well!

Also: much strength to your shedding geckos!

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I sent you some mermaid themed brain rot a long time ago. And guess what...I've still got more so here you go *dumps and runs.*

(Ignore that it's approaching the end of May ik I'm late lol)

Trainer/handler reader for sea monster legacy. He's terribly anti social at first in the aquarium. Doesn't like the bright lights and bring prodded (deep sea creature and are all of these vet check ups really necessary????) But reader is chill and isn't invasive. Is fine with just sitting near the tank, being quiet, and letting him approach in his own time. They grow closer, legacy feels comfy occasionally going up to the glass to play with kids, and tolerates vet check enough now that his molting scales due to stress or injury got fixed. Thoughts???

(As always, as a person with one of those hyper realistic mermaid tails, I've got more)

MORE SEA MONSTER FOUL LEGACY YIPPEEE (also can i see the tail)

your coworkers warned you that Legacy was unruly- he's scared away every handler before you, the last one resigning after just a month, although there were never any injuries which you think is very interesting. deep sea monsters like him usually resort to using their teeth and claws if they feel threatened, and your friends tell you as much as you enter the dim, empty room. for a while you barely see anything in the enormous tank, only the hint of a tail swimming by or a distant shadow as you sit on the bench and wait, flipping through a book you brought. Foul Legacy is so quiet, in fact, that you don't notice that he's been curiously watching you until he lets out a faint hum, an echoing tune like a whale's song. you don't say a word, allowing him to swim around and examine you as best as he can- you're different from the others. not as loud, devoid of the horribly bright lights they usually bring- instead you just place your hand on one side of the glass with a kind smile, and after a moment Legacy's webbed claws reach out and mirror your action, a soft trill bubbling up from his fanged maw

as your coworkers quickly discover, Foul Legacy absolutely ADORES you. he swims by your side as you walk by his tank, turning happy flips and shivering his fins when you look over at him, because he knows he's safe in your presence, that you'll treat him like a person and not an animal. you're the only one allowed to treat his injuries or give him checkups, since you're the only one who handles him gently, giving him treats and scritches as rewards for staying still- Legacy willingly comes to the top of his enclosure, where it's bright and full of lights, just to snuggle his head against your lap. once in a while, on warm days, you'll be allowed to go swimming with him, and he wraps his long tail around you in delight, just holding you close and purring as you brush a hand over his delicate fins

no matter how good or bad the pay might be, you know that you're staying just for him

[fluffysilver]

Fuffytober Day 16 - Singing one another to sleep.

The scritch of a pen, the sound of water coming from a small fountain and the soft breathing of his partner was all the noise in Rika and Davien’s room as he worked on the paperwork for the Free Company. Davi couldn’t - he’d come down with some kind of sickness, and while Esuna could deal with a lot of things, ordinary non-magical diseases didn’t fall under that category. So Rika had grabbed all the paperwork from Davien’s office and brought it here where he could keep an eye on his husband and get some of this done at the same time. It wouldn’t do his healing any good for Davien to worry about stuff like that when he should be worried about getting better. Plus, Davien was a terrible patient - he wanted to be here to sit on him if necessary. 

A soft, almost imperceptible change in breathing made an ear twitch, and he stopped writing to look over to where Davien was tucked up in bed, a cool compress on his head to help with the fever. A stirring met his eyes; he put down the pen and paced over to sit on the edge of the bed, putting a gentle hand on his cheek. Still a bit warm, but the fever felt like it might be going down. He took the compress off and ducked it in the cool water, then wrung it out and laid it back in place as Davien’s glazed eyes opened slightly. “Mmph.” 

“Hey,” Rika greeted with a small smile, and lifted the lid off the basket inside. Enchanted, it held warm tea, a bowl of miso broth and a cup of steaming greenish liquid. Rika was a very good healer in his own right, one of the few actual White Mages on the continent who wasn’t Padjal and therefore bound to the elementals, but Ekaterina was also a White Mage, though of a slightly different tradition, and more importantly had gotten her Archon’s mark from Sharlyian in medical studies. So when she had diagnosed Davien’s illness and prescribed total bed rest with ample liquids until the fever broke, Rika took her at her word. The green liquid, a medication to help with that, came out first. “Can you wake up enough to drink something?” 

“Mmph.” Turquoise eyes blinked and he grimaced, but after a moment shifted to sit up. Rika took the compress back off and helped him to sit up, then held the cup for him to gulp down the contents as quickly as possible so as not to taste it. Sharlyan medicine was much like their cooking - efficacy was far more highly prized than minor things like flavor. 

“Ugh, that’s disgusting,” Davien swallowed a final time as Rika put the cup away. “I swear, they make it taste like that just so you’ll get better faster out of pure self defense.” 

Rika laughed a bit. “It wouldn’t surprise me. Here, some tea and miso to wash it out.”

Davien drank willingly enough, then leaned back with a sigh and grimaced. “This sucks. I still feel like shit,” he complained, then snuggled grumpily back down in his sheets. Rika stroked his hair lightly as he settled, then took out his harp and gently started playing, soft relaxing music.  

With a sigh, Davien rolled over and snuggled his head onto Rika’s lap - his husband hummed softly, then started to sing a lullaby to send him the rest of the way into sleep. 

[arlo-venn]

The reason there has been no rat content lately is because I’ve… developed a newfound, irrational fear of them.

As anyone who’s kept rats knows, it’s often a traumatic experience. Even as a pet owner, in smaller quantities, they steal your heart and then not only die far too soon, but die often in gruesome and… gorey manners. Keeping them in higher quantities as a breeder means facing far more death (not even including necessary culls, which is also highly emotionally taxing on its own) far more often. The things I have seen have scarred me. The things I have seen rats do to each other in death have scarred me. I couldn’t even describe some of the scenarios here they are so grotesque and macabre.

So, Tyrell and Thom have been taking care of them, and I have mostly been avoiding going in their room at all, as their smell triggers panic in an instant, and seeing them all scurry about makes my knees weak. I wonder if this is how people who’ve just always been fearful or grossed out by rats feel— I thought they were nuts. These cute, sweet, smart little creatures? Who will wipe your tears away and kiss you and snuggle you when they see you’re sad? Scary? Gross???? I didn’t get it. I guess I do now.

I still love them greatly. When I’m brave enough I go in to visit them and tell them I’m sorry they haven’t seen me and scritch their little heads. I have a lot of guilt about it, but my tolerance for fear is very low these days.

Yesterday I went in to get all the little babies to take photos of so I can list them for homing, so I have a bunch of new photos I can queue up :) This is the last litter of littles, but I’m not homing anyone from the established mischiefs, so photos of them will still happen when I can manage it. I don’t want to stay scared of them forever, I’m gonna start practicing going in or having Tyrell bring them out to me to play. But for right now and the past little while, this is why there has been a lack of rat content for you guys.

[jadequarze]

*wakes the F up*

ok but what Size would Spectral Doggo be??? It says Medium but Dire Wolves (which uses the stats of) are large?? Now I'm picturing a Humongous Spectral Hound thinking he is a lap dog! Or Laudna riding her puppy while Imogen is on Flora just running through a field *sobs*

Or that meme! Laudna: "ah yes me, my Bestie (girlfriend????) and my Shadow Hound Abomination." And it's Imogen cuddling with the huge doggo :D

(also yes Imogen has a weak spot for animals. I think it's been twice that they avoided killing one after she read their minds. Girl has a heart of gold even if she can't see it)

So, I checked the Hound of Ill Omen and it says it's medium size, using the dire wolves stats. But, just because the rule says so doesn't mean we can't imagine it. Still a heavy doggo, Imogen's going to have a hard time getting up hasugsauhsauhas

OH THAT MEME!! Yeah! Laudna doesn't understand why is she so upset about it and she complains it to Ashton, who just stares at her, with a blank expression. I tweeted this on my alt twitter, the fact that she gave Fearne scritches and coos at her whenever Fearne wild shape. Imogen have a soft spot for creatures/animals and she WILL not hurt them unless it's ABSOLUTELY necessary. Even the big worm that was chasing them, she somehow manage to talk it out. Girl got a heart of gold for animals and very few people, and you know what, mood.

[dzamie]

5, 11, 🔥(some every-day thing that makes you angry)

first off, to the anon who also sent me a 1: Dzamie was my first OC, but I'm keeping the ask in my inbox because I think I can draw something about it

(First two are from the OC questions game; fire is from the unpopular opinion game. You can find both here)

5: If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

Hmm... probably Mistress Dreamwalker. The ones that came to mind before her, and were shot down, were Dzamie (fame comes from infamy of bad writing), HM (proooobably attracts an uncomfortably fascist fanbase), and Sylvia (a small, chipper, cute, female character? God, people still stir shit about rule 34 of anything rated less than R is pedophilia. Do not subject my voracious dragoness to that).

But Dream is cool! I bet she'd get some really cool art, and I think it'd be cool to see fic of someone who has all the trappings of a femme fatale (hot, gun, casually lethal when necessary, good at escaping) except for the personality (her gun shoots chaos-exploding blue carrots and she's obsessed with YouTube Poops. It shows).

11: Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?

Sylvia! She's just. So good. A wonderful dragon. Very cheerful, as only a dragon who knows that all the highly-trained swordfighters around her find her adorable and friendly and would not hesitate to brutally maim anyone who drew steel against her. Feed her strawberries. Feed her yourself. Give her little scritches and hear her purr. Volunteer your body when she goes into heat so she stays cheerful rather than needy.

🔥 everyday thing that annoys me

Humans love to make sound. Make noise. It's awful. Should be cut back severely. so, perry the platypus, allow me to introduce my latest invention: the De-Decibel-Inator!

[flydotnet]

Mid-Spring's Vague Idea for a Fugue

WHUMPTOBER 2023, DAY 7:“I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.” Alleyway | Radio Silence | “Can you hear me?”

I really never write Misaki, let alone HSAU Taro. I should, I know, but I just… never get ideas for him, the poor thing. So, like last year, I used a challenge as an opportunity to give him some screentime! Unlike last year, however, it's not a 6K-word masthodonth that took me weeks to write…

I went with the quote prompt again because I'm very unoriginal, very uninspired, and a bit of an overall basic bitch. It's just how I roll.

I have, as always when I write either Yusuke or Taro, been very generous on my dosage of artistic metaphors and imagery. It's not a Yusuke POV if I don't use every single reference I have available to be displayed (ha).

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Mid-Spring's Vague Idea for a Fugue

Summary: Yusuke is used to his protégé taking care of him when things go south and covering for him when needs be. Today, he gets to pay him back.

Fandom: Persona 5/Captain Tsubasa (Crossover/Teachers AU)

Word Count: 1.2K words

AO3 version available here.

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Silence can be an overwhelming thing, Yusuke thinks.

Most people would see this as paradoxical. Of course they would: the lack of noise is meant to be soothing on the brain, especially that of the tired and overworked. Silence is seen as a good thing, a necessary reprieve from the world; and who is Yusuke to tell the people they’re wrong? Everyone has a stance on silence and it can change throughout the day, for some.

He isn’t on the side who appreciates complete silence. To focus on his art, he does need a respectable amount of calm; but noise is what makes it truly compelling. The sound of breathing, the wind through the window, the rain hitting the glass in droplets… It all feels like a compelling atmosphere for true art to come out of the brain, when music doesn’t also influence it.

Silence is a constant, in the atelier they call a secondary classroom. Both Taro and he partake in their art in silence, when they don’t have class to make, and it’s what allows them to make the works they expose on the walls of their respective rooms. Yet, it’s different than drawing all on his own: in the background of his mind, there is the scritch of pencils on paper, the low humming Taro sometimes makes when he’s focused and in need of finding the right mood for a piece. It’s both comforting and inspiring all on its own.

Drawing together brings the both of them. It has ever since Yusuke was entrusted with guiding a fellow arts teacher through the trials and tribulations of such a career: they’ve always found a sort of inner and outer peace this way, keeping their conversations to a minimum when both are creating. It’s only after this step is done that conversations may happen once again.

However, as it turns out, silence has become overwhelming, which means the time to discuss and debate, further ideas together has come. As such, he turns over and looks in his protégé’s direction, palette and paintbrush still in hand.

“Tell me, Taro, my dear friend, what do you think of this?” He asks.

Taro doesn’t reply, his head still hunched over a sketchpad. Perhaps he really is just deep in thought. Yusuke better not disturb this trance, as it may lead to splendid creations. More art is always a good thing, beautiful even.

Except… he’s getting to get seriously worried. Taro has been completely silent for too long. He hasn’t move except for the rise and fall of his chest, not even the scratch of a pen or a swing of his slightly asymmetrical bangs.

“Can you hear me?”

Yusuke steps forward, leaning closer to his protégé. His eyes are closed – this is wrong.

“Taro?”

Enough silence is enough, and anxiety is pulsating through his veins, he decides the best way to combat it is to make as much noise as one can. In his case, he resorts to hitting two empty glass jars together in a cacophonic pattern – and it works: Taro wakes up in a jump, a storm of startlement and shock on his face.

“S-sorry!” He yells out, his voice hoarse with sleep.

“My apologies, my esteemed friend, but I needed your opinion on something.” He leaves a blank, just enough for Taro to shake his head and find his footing again. “Also, you looked quite dead. I figured I ought to check if you weren’t. It’d have been very unfortunate if I hadn’t realized you had passed away.”

It’d have been a terrifying, mind-shattering experience. Fortunately, Taro is very much still alive – even if, for lack of a better image, he looks like someone took a vivid red from a watercolour palette and painted ugly blotches of it onto their pristine canvas.

“Are you okay?” Yusuke asks as soon as the metaphor fades.

Taro smiles, even tilts his head forward to nod. It all looks watered down, however.

“I’m fine,” he replies, the rasp in his voice not having gone anywhere since.

“Are you certain? You’ve been spacing out immensely.”

“Oh, it’s just…” Taro stares at the sketchbook that has went flying – the front page of it is blank. “Oh…”

“You weren’t drawing?” Yusuke asks again, tension creeping into his shoulders.

“I guess not…?” His protégé picks the sketchbook back, flaps through the pages, and the few sketches both of them see are from days ago. “Oh no…”

“Maybe we should stop in our tracks.”

“N-no, it’s fine! Don’t worry about me!”

A cough escapes Taro’s lips and, all of a sudden, he looks like a deer caught in a car’s highlights. It only then finally clicks inside Yusuke’s mind.

“Would you happen to be…”

A sentence can only do so much, so he puts his hand on Taro’s forehead and, sure enough, as soon as he does, his skin feels like a bath whose hot water has been running for too long.

“Oh, you’re ill,” he thinks out loud.

He watches Taro tense under his hand, yet never fully exiting its grasp. The moist warmth in his palm hasn’t receded either. Now able to glean in more details, the full extent of the picture is somewhat vertigo-inducing: paper-pale skin, sweat in drops of rain, hair that reflects the light as if coated in polish…

“It’s… it’s fine, I promise.”

Something familiar tugs at his heartstrings with a slightly acidic touch.

“You don’t have to pretend to be in a good shape. If you feel sick, then you feel sick.”

Taro looks up with glassy, wide-open eyes. The contrast is quite the sight to behold. (Oh, that is also quite the pun).

“But…”

Yusuke slowly kneels to his level, soon cupping his face as to make sure he’s heard.

“It’s only fair I care for you, my friend. You’ve helped me so many times and in so many ways before, I can only pay you back in a similar manner. Does anything hurt?”

Unlike what he expected, Taro’s eyes wet with tears.

“I, uh… My head hurts. Not that unexpected, I suppose…”

“Anything else?”

“My throat.”

“Hmm, it sounds like a cold to me. Do you wish to see the doctor just yet?”

“Ah, no, I can’t bother Jun with that, it’s not—”

“You’re not bothering Jun, my friend, you’re merely asking him something that’s part of his missions. In just the same way an artist paints, a doctor takes care of people. You’re of no burden if Jun has decided his life’s mission was to care for the sick.”

His friend’s eyes stare at the ground.

“I… suppose you’re right…”

“It seems like your old mentor still has lessons to teach you, then.”

“Yusuke, you’re only a year older than I am…”

“Experience transcends age, my dear Taro!” The wince that haunts his face for a second makes his heart sink. “My apologies, you did say your head hurt… Can I fetch you medicine for it, at least?”

Taro remains silent for a long moment.

“Actually… I should have some in my bag, along with a water bottle.” He brings his knees against his chest. “I’d rather have you remain here, Yusuke.” He then buries his face between his knees and the rest of his body. “I don’t like being alone when I’m sick.”

Yusuke may’ve barely been able to hear the sentiment, he still relates to it on such a fundamental level that it resonates with his very DNA.

“I understand, dear friend. I’ll just stay here with you until you don’t need me, then.”

He lets Taro nestle himself into his arms.

Silence isn’t always a bad thing, Yusuke decides.

[wri0thesley]

I understand if you got too many requests or are not interested but... maybe you'd like to entertain the neko curse situation but reverse the situation? Meaning it's the jjk men who got hit by that curse and turned into nekos! Maybe they tried to protect their s/o and ended up changed themselves but somehow before disappearing the curse left a mark on the s/o and the effects won't be reversed until the mark disappears (so no easy idle transmutation to solve this problem, mahito~)

not sfw, minors dni!

♡ —-> below the cut: gojo, nanami, geto, toji, sukuna, mahito, naoya, choso <—-  ♡

♡ Gojo immediately asks you if you think he’s a cute cat; which of course, you do. He’s got fluffy white ears and a majestic fluffy white tail that you desperately want to pet. He immediately, too, knows how to fix the curse - but the way you’re looking at him is so interesting that he can’t pass up a chance to see if you’ll make a move on him like this.

You end up curled up against him, your fingers delicately petting the soft, thick white fur of his ears whilst his eyes go half-lidded and he murmurs something about how he could get used to this. He tells you that he doesn’t think that being a lap cat is such a bad profession, actually, so long as the lap that he gets to sleep in is yours. 

- ♡ -

♡ Nanami is not sure how to proceed. He’s rather like a cat already; a solitary, elegant creature who doesn’t trouble himself to exceed more effort than he has to unless the situation calls for it. But actually having the features of a cat is different. He doesn’t like how sensitive his new ears are (especially when he tries to call Gojo). He doesn’t like how his tail fits in his tailored slacks. He works out the mark almost immediately - and then wants to go back to his place so the two of you can discuss breaking the curse, in private, before anyone sees what has happened to him.

He will not want to be intimate whilst he’s the one with the cat ears and tail; he’s too nervous for that. But he will accept gentle strokes, scritches behind the ear, a delicate top-to-tail rub from the back of his neck and onwards until his back arches and he sighs, a rumbling purr emanating from his throat. 

- ♡ -

♡ Geto does not want this to have happened. He is a well-mannered, polite curse user who uses his honeyed tones and his way of persuasion to bring people over to his side - and the new ears and tail that he is having to get used to are making people not take him seriously. He’s a very smart man; from the minute it happens, he’s running through all of the curses he has on him that might be able to help him figure out how to help.

Unfortunately, Nanako and Mimiko think that their father figure with cat-like instinct is the cutest thing in the world, and he keeps getting accidentally distracted by toys they throw for him or the stick with a dangling feather they’ve somehow procured. Part of him wants to tell them off; part of him can’t help but smile to see them having fun. If you join in with Nanako and Mimiko, though, Geto’s eyes go very dark and his smirk turns very crooked - and you can bet that, cat ears or no cat ears, Geto will punish you for being so forward later on tonight. 

- ♡ -

♡ Toji is grunting and grumbling about the curse, reaching up to scratch at the dark-furred ears protruding from his head. You bite back your cry of how adorable he looks; there’s a scowl on his face that you know is bad news, as his eyes fly over the mark on your wrist and he heaves a world-weary sigh. “Guess we’ve gotta work this one out together, huh?” He asks you, wry smile tugging at scarred lips. “C’mere--”

He pulls you into his lap, his hands massive as he gets you comfortable. He’s like a cat padding into his blankets, making biscuits on the soft meat of his thighs as he presses his chin onto your shoulders and begins to muse aloud about all of the ways that he can think of that he can get the curse to lift.

You can’t help but squirm as he kneads your skin, your ass pressing directly against the bulge in his pants as his breathing gets more ragged - and eventually, you’re pinned down onto the sofa beneath him, his tail flicking, agitated, as he murmurs; “You’ve really got me goin’ now, sweetheart--”

- ♡ -

♡ Sukuna … yes, Sukuna isn’t happy about it. He doesn’t think the King of Curses should be cute. This curse can sense his energy, and there are clearly tiger ears or big cat ears perched on his head, his tail long and thick - but still. He’s mad that he’s been made fun of, he’s mad that the curse has happened, he’s mad that the curse had the nerve to lay its mark on you when you’re his beloved little pet and his property and only he should ever be allowed to. If he can’t break out of it straight away, he’s smart and powerful enough to have formulated a plan before the end of the night.

But Sukuna’s sex drive is as insatiable as the rest of him, and he cannot go one night without burying himself within the tight, warm confines of your body. You will be pinned beneath him by four claws, a gazelle pinned beneath a tiger as he grins down at you aware that he is very much ‘the predator catching his prey’. You will enjoy his method of catching. 

- ♡ -

♡ Mahito is very interested in this new development. Honestly, he’s not overtly attached to his ‘human’ form - he uses his idle transfiguration on himself with little thought - and he quite likes the ears and the tail, and he certainly likes the way you look at him and curiously reach out to give him scratches on the sensitive new additions. He’s a little embarrassed by the low vibration that comes from his throat, the purr at being touched - but he’s also a creature interested in new developments and new sensations, and this certainly falls into both of those ball parks. The real problem is when he realises he can no longer use the transmutation to get into his other forms. He needs to be able to do that, for all of his plans - it doesn’t matter if he can still transmute humans, he wants the freedom to do whatever he wants to his own form. Mahito is determined when he sets his mind to it, and the moment he realises the mark on you is somehow connected to his new state, he is not going to rest until the both of you have gotten to the bottom of things.

Yes, he’ll explore how it feels to be petted and have his tail tugged and be collared in bed before you do that, though. Mahito takes every opportunity as one for pleasure, and he finds that even though you’re his little human pet first and foremost, he doesn’t mind if the roles are reversed as long as it’s temporary. 

-  ♡ -

♡ Naoya absolutely hates this development. He is the goddamn future leader of the Zen’in clan, and nobody is going to take him seriously with a tail sticking out of the waistband of his hakama and a pair of ears that don’t match his hair tufting from his head. He tries very hard to hide them from absolutely everyone, jamming his tail in his clothes and a hat on his head and trying extremely hard not to get distracted by passing shiny lights dancing on the windowpanes. When he figures out it’s something to do with the mark on you, he might blame you for it a little bit - but he insists that if you help him sort out the predicament he’s in, he’ll be lenient on you during your punishment.

As a cat, he’s a hissing, spitting fussy little thing - when the question of intimacy does come up, he’s still willing and wanting to fuck you, but he’s even more animalistic than usual. Nails-come-claws digging into your bare skin, slightly elongated fangs scraping along your soft skin. 

- ♡ -

♡ Choso is perplexed by the tail and the ears, hesitantly reaching up to touch them and shooting you awkward looks. He even tries to hide them from you at first, worried you’ll be upset by it - but when you look at them with your lip bitten and gently pet the base of his tail so his back arches, he realises that you’re not disgusted, just . . . interested. They don’t exactly get in his way, but he’s definitely flustered by the way people look at him with new additions. He doesn’t want to draw more attention than necessary to himself. The thing that upsets him most is that the mark is on your body; he wants this to be his own burden to bear, and he hates himself for getting you dragged into it. 

He’ll let you touch his new additions hesitantly whilst the two of you are intimate, but he won’t initiate. He gets all awkward and flustered by the petting, surprised by how turned on he is when you coo that he’s such a good kitty for you--

- ♡ -

[carelesscreativity]

Kross With Cats and Flirting for PinkHeartSans: Commission for Ko-Fi

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(SFW, Fluff)

Out of everything Cross had been prepared to see upon arriving at the castle, this was certainly not one of them. Given, it had been a couple months since he'd arrived, but this might've been the most startling thing he'd witnessed. A kitten. A kitten staggering across the hallway. It looked very young. Maybe a month or two old at most. Cross paused, unsure of what to do. Where had it come from? He walked up and knelt down next to it, the kitten letting out a loud mew.

He reached out and gently scooped it up, the kitten becoming a small ball in his hands. He was so baffled. He gently rubbed a thumb between its ears and it wiggled. "Hey, what're you doing here?" He murmured softly. He stood up, still gently rubbing between its ears. It was a Siamese. Chocolate-Point Siamese, from the looks of it. It purred and rubbed its face against his finger. Cross couldn't even remember the last time he'd seen one of these. They usually saw stray cats on missions, but never any kittens.

"Hey." Killer's voice startled him and Cross quickly tucked the kitten inside his coat, glancing over at the other. Killer regarded him closely with those empty eyesockets. "Find something of interest? You never stay in the hall this long. You're usually too wary of all of us to leave your room unless it's absolutely necessary, yeah?" He was spinning a knife along his fingers in one hand. Cross was frozen for a moment. One, he was shocked Killer had been paying that much attention. He knew Killer always liked to watch and take small verbal jabs at him, but he didn't think the other had been taking note that carefully. Two, he had no idea how Killer would react to a small, defenseless animal. He didn't think it would be good.

"I-I..." Cross swore at himself internally for stuttering, especially seeing the way it made Killer's teeth quirk at the side in amusement. Killer strode towards him slowly and Cross found himself instinctively backing up. He jumped as his back hit the wall. Killer's sockets, even empty, seemed to roam over him. Cross froze as Killer reached up and used his knife to push aside his coat, revealing the kitten held inside. It mewed again, squirming. For a moment, Cross didn't know what to do. Would he get in trouble for this?? He didn't even know how the kitten had gotten in!

He was pulled out of his panic at an odd sound. Killer was chuckling. Cross watched as he slipped the knife back up into his sleeve. He reached out and took the kitten from Cross, cradling it against the side of his chest. To Cross' shock, the glowing target that always pulsed so menacingly was wavering, the circle becoming unsteady. Finally, it changed shape entirely and Cross kept himself pressed back against the wall as he stared at the inverted heart floating in front of Killer's chest.

"My eyes are up here, soldier." Killer snapped his fingers and Cross jumped, looking up. His jaws were opened to apologize, but the words audibly caught in his throat. Killer's sockets were no longer empty. Two bright, white-ringed eyelights were fixed on him, regarding him with amusement. Killer tipped his head before seeming to realize something. "Ah, right. You've never seen me like this." Cross had a lot of questions. He jumped as he felt Killer's finger his chin and only realized he still had his mouth open when Killer closed it for him.

"I... what...?" Cross sputtered and Killer finally just grinned. Cross had never seen a grin like that from the other. No mockery, just simple amusement. He watched as Killer turned his attention to the kitten, gently rubbing a finger under its chin. "Y-You... you like cats...?" Cross managed to ask in the poorest attempt at a conversation ever conceived. Killer glanced at him before giving a soft scoff and nodding.

"Yeah. Was looking for this one. She got away from her mother this morning. Been looking for her all day." Killer sighed. "Little troublemaker." Cross was more surprised by the implication of other cats, asking in shock if there were more. Killer fixed him with a piercing look that Cross couldn't quite decipher for a moment. "Think you can keep a secret, Cross?" The question momentarily took Cross back before the soldier gave a hesitant nod. He jumped as Killer stretched out a hand.

Cross stared at it for a moment before reaching out and taking it. Killer's grin widened and he turned, Cross yelping as he was practically yanked down the hall. He was being pulled towards a part of the castle he had yet to see. The only thing over there was Killer's room, so Cross had never had a reason to venture there. They approached the door and Killer let go of his hand in order to open it. Immediately, Cross was greeted with loud meowing. He was startled to see at least four cats and a litter of kittens around Killer's room.

Honestly, the bedroom was a lot neater than he would've expected from Killer. Three of the cats had come to greet Killer, rubbing against and between his legs before venturing over to sniff at Cross. The last cat was clearly the mother of the litter, also a Siamese. Killer went over and placed the kitten next to her, which squealed loudly as she dragged it over with a paw and began to groom it fiercely. Cross couldn't help but stare at Killer, so dumbfounded by what he was seeing.

He jumped as one of the other cats butted his leg roughly, making him stumble. The cat was bigger than the others. Fluffier as well and Cross knelt down, gently smoothing its whiskers and rubbing under its chin. He murmured that it was a Maine Coon and that seemed to grab Killer's attention. "You know something about cats, Crossy?" The nickname caught him off guard again and Killer's teeth quirked in amusement once more.

"I... know a little." Cross could tell Killer was waiting for him to explain and he sighed. "Back in XTale, Ink would... bring books when he came to visit and then he'd leave for a while. So I'd read the same books over and over until I knew them cover to cover. One of them was a book about cats..." He continued to pet the Maine Coon cat, it purring very loudly for him. Killer gave him that unreadable look again before nodding and turning away, gently petting the mother cat.

"I see." He said, sighing. He gestured to the two other cats. "What breeds are they?" He sounded genuinely curious and Cross stood up, despite the loud protests of the cat next to him. He murmured that the grey one was a Russian Blue and the one next to it was a Snowshoe. Killer blinked before laughing. "Hm." It didn't sound displeased, like when Nightmare usually made the noise. He moved over to Cross, seeming interested. Cross froze up when Killer stopped in front of him. After a few tense moments, Killer let out some quiet laughter. "So tense, damn."

Cross immediately felt heat rush to his cheeks and he managed a glare with no heat behind it. Killer stared at him in vague surprise before reaching up and tapping his cheek. "Your blush is purple too? Thought it was just your blood." That did nothing to lessen the glow. If anything, it made it worse. "Ooh. You’re like your own lantern." Cross finally pushed him away weakly, mumbling for him to shut up.

The action would've never crossed his mind earlier in the day, but Cross just felt a little more comfortable now. He'd never been comfortable before. Despite lacking eyelights, Killer's gaze was definitely always on him when he would come into the room. Cross couldn't help but yelp as the Maine Coon suddenly pushed between both their legs with a loud, indignant meow. Killer laughed and knelt down, scritching behind its ears. "Yeah, yeah, you’re hungry, I know." He moved over to his bedside table and Cross watched as he pulled out small plates, a large can of wet food and a spoon.

Cross was stumped once again at how careful Killer was with these animals, carefully handing out plates with a small dollop of wet food on each one. Spacing them out enough that each cat had their own area. He didn't realize he was giving the slightest grin of disbelief until Killer glanced over at him and raised a brow. All at once, Cross became aware of his facial expression and shut his jaw so fast that there was a loud click. "Something funny?" Killer asked. He didn't seem upset in the slightest and Cross forced himself to relax again.

"I just... I've witnessed you decimate entire villages. Seeing you care for something like this. Little animals like cats... It's... both relieving and unnerving. I'm not sure how to feel about it." Cross admitted. He tensed up again, really hoping Killer didn't become upset with him for saying that. There was silence for a moment before Killer's laughter pierced the air again.

"Each of us are two sides of a coin, Cross. You've only seen one side of us." Killer was sitting on the edge of the bed, the Maine Coon hopping up next to him and immediately climbing into his lap. "We're not JUST villains. We aren't JUST Bad Guys." He gently rubbed the cat's ears, smiling as it continued to butt its head under his chin. Cross stared at him for a few moments, understanding dawning on him. Shame soon followed after and he ducked his head.

"I-I'm sorry." He managed to say. He faltered as Killer glanced up at him with a raised brow, asking why he was apologizing. "I... I didn't mean to assume anything." There was that unreadable look again before Killer's eyelights softened and he murmured that it was alright. He gave a stretch and nearly fell on his back as the Maine Coon roughly butted his chest. Cross couldn't help the weak laugh he let out, covering his mouth quickly.

Killer grinned as he sat up. "Hope you realize that since you know about them, you’re now legally obligated to help me take care of them." He stated matter-of-factly. Cross opened his mouth to protest, furrowing his brow before pausing. He... wasn't really upset about that. He blinked and couple times before nodding and scrunching up his shoulders, mumbling that it sounded fun. Killer regarded him quietly.

"I think I like this side of your coin, Crossy." He said, making Cross' cheeks reignite from both his statement and the nickname. He glanced over at him, Killer leaning back against the bed as he gave a big grin. "I hope you like this side of my coin too."