#~ mod hymn

[whistle-nouveau-bah]

WAIT WAIT IM SMART WAIT

oc duo again inspired by those wolf in sheep's/sheep in wolf's clothing art? the wolf appears rugged but is the victim, n the sheep appears innocent but is the perpetrator.

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Under the cut because there's two of them!!

Name: Shepherd, Conri, Lupus, Lowell, Odin, Remus, Romulus, Todd

Pronouns: They/Them, He/Him, Xe/Xem/Xeir/Xeirs/Xemself, Claw/Claw/Claws/Claws/Clawself, Woof/Woof/Woofs/Woofs/Woofself, Weird/Weird/Weirds/Weirds/Weirdself, Ro/Rot/Rots/Rots/Rotself, Crypt/Cryptid/Crypts/Cryptids/Cryptidself

Age(s): Chrono 21, Transage 13

Species: Anthro Wolf

Gender(s): Transmasculine, Wolfmonsterboyic, Lupusgender, Canisanguilunian, Abhorcoric, Horrorgender, Caninagender, Genderhoarder

Orientation(s): Greyromantic Demisexual, Bisexual

CisIDs: Anthro Wolf, AFAB, Bipolar Disorder, Depression, Semi-Verbal, black fur, gray fur, red fur, red eyes

TransIDs: Transage (OtY, 21 to 13), Transsmoker, Transnicotineaddict, TransAAM, PermaAAM, Perma1980’s, TransSH, TransSHScars

Paraphilias: (Trans)AAM, Fictophilia, Autobiastophilia, Autoaptophilia, Vigiliaphilia, Hybristophilia, Apagophilia, Oplophilia, Cordophilia, Masochism, Hybriphilia

Source: Brainmade, but inspired by Cult Of The Lamb

Proxy/Signoff: [Name]:text, 🐺:text, 🚬:text, 🥩:text, 🌓:text, [Any combination of 🐺/🚬/🥩/🌓]:text

Roles: Trauma holder, Anchor

Personality: They are oftentimes silent, rarely talking while not in the company of [Sheep]. He struggles with feeling like a “complete person,” and relies on [Sheep] more than would typically be considered healthy. It goes along with xem though, so it can't be all that bad! Claw is a fan of horror movies, especially 80’s b-horror. Woof also enjoys musicals, and classic horror novels like Frankenstein and Dracula. Weird enjoys the aesthetic of smoking, but is too scared of addiction to transition. Ro also longs to be just like the victim in rot favorite movies, a strange desire ro still doesn't understand.

Appearance:

(Picrew by Melsteras, colors by us!)

Name: Dolly, Farley, Donner, Roslin, Fleur, Ram, Caoraich

Pronouns: They/them, It/It’s, Lamb/Lamb/Lambs/Lambs/Lambself, Sheep/Sheep/Sheeps/Sheeps/Sheepself, Ram/Ram/Rams/Rams/Ramself, Ba/Bah/Baa/Bahself, Fluff/Fluff/Fluffs/Fluffs/Fluffself, Swe/Sweet/Sweets/Sweets/Sweetself, Pa/Pastel/Past/Pastelself, Candy/Candy/Candies/Candies/Candyself Cake/Cake/Cakes/Cakes/Cakeself, Cu/Cute/Cutes/Cutes/Cuteself, Lae/Lace/Las/Lacey/Laceself 

Age(s): 22

Species: Anthro Sheep

Gender(s): Nonbinary, Lovecoric, Lovegoric, Deathcute, Obsesscoric, Fatalgender, Crecutian, Cutemonsteric

Orientation(s): Polyamarous Pansexual

CisIDs: Anthro Sheep, lavender wool, black skin, horns, yellow eyes, Autistic 

TransIDs: Transharmful, Transrapist, Transcultleader, Transmurderer, Transprogrammer, Transserialkiller, Transkidnapper, Transstalker, Transcuteharmful, Transabuser, Transfangs, Cakescentian, Diromanceaddict, Transcocaineaddict, Perma1960s

Paraphilias: MAP, Sadomasochism, Biastophilia, Somnophilia, Aptophila, Traumaphilia, Vigiliaphila, Apagophilia, Narkobiastophilia, Autogratiophilia

Source: Brainmade, but inspired by Cult Of The Lamb

Proxy/Signoff: [Name]:text, 🐏:text, 🩷:text, 🔪:text, 🫀:text, [any combination of 🐏/🩷/🔪/🫀]:text

Roles: Persecutor

Personality: They might appear cute and innocent, but they’re secretly a huge freak! It's favorite person is [Wolf], and it has no problems indulging in his dependency, turning it into more of a codependency. Lamb loves anything cute- Sanrio, frilly dresses, ribbons- everything! Sheeps favorite food is cake, and sheep has quite the sweet tooth. Ram also loves anything horrific, blood, gore, and every gross horror movie ram can get rams hands on- ram hides that part better. Ba also hides that ba wants to be just like the villains in bah favorite films.

Appearance:

(Picrew by Melsteras, colors by us!)

I hope you enjoy them both!!!! This was a super fun duo to work on!!!

[askstmatthews]

mods we miss you 💔

hi! mod enzo here! mod cinque is a lazy bum and suddenly became a very busy man! we're so sorry and hopefully will be back to your regularly scheduled programming soon! (Also, artfight is coming up, so maybe after af)

[eclipticeclipse]

hymn to the decadent life - ro2noki // f2u w credit

[rakimaiirisa]

[inkdrop-flags]

Hymn/Hymns pronoun flag!

[daily-dr-crackpot]

The malderrrrr

[eldeemod]

Oops, probably best we leave them alone... *closes door*

Commission for El Dee! Sunny & Rou sharing a quiet moment together.  I always adore doing these kinds of scenes; there’s so much fun to be had in figuring out mood and lighting for intimate moments like this n_n

If you like my work and want to support me, my commissions are open!! For prices and examples you can check out my website, or DM me for more specifics~

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[elissastillstands]

Mods (my sense of dignity) are asleep, time to post "Minthara/Tav as vintage romance covers" edits.

I spent my teenage years pilfering books from my older cousin's huge collection of romance paperbacks, so this is a hit of nostalgic, self-indulgent silliness (nothing but the best for MY romance hero, the centuries-old paladin of vengeance). Thank you to @aristenfromwarsaw for the beautiful screenshots I used in these!

To match the edit, there are some fun and fluffy headcanons about Minthara and my Tav below the cut.

Tav's name is Hasdrubal. She and Minthara do not have a portmanteau, but these are their relationship monikers in my head:

H&M: for when I think I'm being funny

Vengeance and Devotion: because Hasdrubal is a paladin of devotion

Nemesis ad portas ("Vengeance at the gates"): Nemesis is the embodiment of vengeance in Graeco-Roman mythology, and Hannibal ad portas ("Hannibal at the gates") is a phrase used in Roman writing to signify imminent danger. For context, Hasdrubal is, historically speaking, the brother of that same Hannibal, the Carthaginian general who fought against Rome in the Second Punic War (a.k.a. the guy who crossed the Alps with elephants).

They are both exactly 5'2". If there's any height difference between them, they had to go to the effort of putting it there. Someone has to be standing on a crate.

They aren't overly affectionate in public, but they do things like helping each other buckle on their armor, using each other's weaponry, and sharing food at taverns. Hasdrubal in particular eats anything that Minthara puts in front of her, and Minthara lets her order her drinks. Everyone else soon realizes this is sappier than any display of PDA.

They love a sparring match. They love a brawl. They love to recreationally duke it out and pull in the other melee fighters in the party, either to referee or to make it a full bracket. They are single-handedly keeping the potions stores in Baldur's Gate afloat.

Hasdrubal is as much of an idealist as it is physically possible for her to be, and Minthara is deeply pragmatic and focused on outcomes rather than means. There are some things about which they will argue until the heat death of the universe. And alongside this, they share fundamental beliefs in duty, responsibility, and the importance of community—which lets them build a foundation of mutual respect, even when they deeply disagree.

For the timeline that is my tactician run, they both multiclassed into other charisma casting classes. Minthara tapped into sorcerous arcana that she could only access after leaving Lolth’s direct control and being freed of the Absolute, and Hasdrubal pacted to a general of Asmodeus as a way of interfacing with her own Infernal heritage. However, they are still first and foremost paladins, and their relationship is deeply and paradigmatically paladin4paladin. In all things, there is reciprocity.

Hasdrubal is in her 30s, a third of the way into her lifespan. I like to headcanon that Minthara is about halfway through her lifespan, which for drow is about 350, equivalent to ~50 for a human or tiefling. A fantasy lifespan difference is always bittersweet, but the bright point for the two of them is gleefully speculating on what it’ll be like in a few decades, when Hasdrubal starts to go gray and look older than Minthara. Once again, in all things, there is reciprocity.

Hasdrubal is trying to learn Undercommon in the most careful and universally respectful way possible, which Minthara has a hard time reconciling with the customs of Menzoberranzan. Minthara is learning Infernal, but she gravitates towards high religious and philosophical texts which Hasdrubal is unfamiliar with (she and her family are second and third generation Baldurians; she has spoken fluency in Infernal but not reading fluency). They spend a lot of time talking about the features of language and what language means to them.

Minthara plays the spider lyre, but most of the songs she knows are hymns to Lolth. She’s too proud of her past life in Menzoberranzan to let them go, but she hates the thought of singing praises to the Spider Queen. Through talking about the hymns and what they mean to her with Hasdrubal, she finds a way to sing them on her own terms.

Hasdrubal gets Minthara to do the fantasy equivalent of a stand-up open mic. Minthara is, against her own better judgement, very, very good at it.

[whistle-nouveau-bah]

Toga n Denki from MHA?? Preferably both genderfluid

Name: Toga, Himiko, Vamp

Pronouns: She/Her, He/Him, They/Them, It/Its, Bloo/Blood, Ick/Icks, Tox/Toxic, Love/Loves

Age(s): 17, permateen

Species: Superpowered human

Gender(s): Genderfluid, Vampiremonstergirlic, Deathcute

Orientation(s): Bisexual, hyperromantic, hypersexual 

CisIDs: Superpowered, shapeshifter, Japanese, student, short, blonde, yellow eyes, abled, cisage, skinny

TransIDs: TransVillain, TransFamous, TransVampire, PermaBleeding, TransCotardsSyndrome, TransBPD

Paraphilias: Consang, Odaxelagnia, Sadomasochism, Zeusophilia, Haemotophilia, Opophilia, Fictophilia 

Source: My Hero Academia 

Proxy/Signoff: [Name]:text, 🦷:text, 🫀:text, 🩷:text, 🩸:text, [any combo of 🦷/🫀/🩷/🩸]:text

Roles: Fictive, obsession keeper

Personality: She’s cheerful and friendly, but she’s also obsessive over those that have caught her fancy- both platonically and romantically. He shows his love in… unconventional ways, but does genuinely care. They are confident but prone to mood swings and violence. 

Appearance:

(By amaranthdahlia, novaneondream, and buttonheart)

Name: Denki, Kaminari, Zap, Chargebolt

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, She/Her, It/Its, Storm/Storms, Zap/Zaps, Rai/Rain, Thunder/Thunders

Age(s): 16, permateen

Species: Superpowered Human

Gender(s): Intersex, Genderfluid, Fulmian, Tonitrian

Orientation(s): Gaybian, bisexual, demiromantic 

CisIDs: Superpowered, Intersex, Japanese, student, average height, yellow hair, black hair, brown eyes, skinny, cisage

TransIDs: TransHero, TransFamous, TransHeterochromia (Black/Brown), TransBlack, TransBlasian, TransCaneUser/Caneian

Paraphilias: AAM, Masochism, Autobiastophilia, Plushophilia, Dacryphilia, Cordophilia, Merinthophilia

Source: My Hero Academia 

Proxy/Signoff: [Name]:text, ⚡:text, 🌩️:text, 💥:text, 💛:text, [any combo of ⚡/🌩️/💥/💛]:text

Roles: Fictive, gatekeeper

Personality: He is friendly and social, encouraging the best in others. However, they are too confident for their own good, and they try to look cool- both of these together make them come across as a bit of a class clown who’s prone to flirtation. She is often considered a slacker, but she does know things- she just doesn’t care much for school. 

Appearance:

(By piedpip3rrr, habken, and also piedpip3rrr)

Thank you so much for the req, and I apologize that it took so long!!!

[classicslesbianopinions]

i love when scholarship starts going "and now i will Make The Argument that this relationship is Homoerotic" like i thought that was self-evident. i thought it went without saying. i did not think this was something we needed to argue.

[dandysworldhcs]

Mod Wurmy Funeral

We gather here to day to celebrate the life and death of our beloved mod wurmy.

They were a good mod, answered asks great and was very silly and cheerful.

its first post: linked

Its last post: linked

Rest in Piece Wurmy, you’re forever in our hearts. If anyone has anything to say you may say it now. 🤍

-🤍

Attendees

Mod Cheeky

Mod Dandy

Mod Jules

Mod Jon

Mod Lockstep

Mod Cos

@silly-decadent-hymn

@skin-anon

@whyareyoulookingatmelikethat

@fishbowl-anon

@justaliltheriancat

@ninjagohcs

@idiotlaintelligent

@halloween-hack-anon

@centurywrites

[crowandmousewritingco]

Foretold in the Scales

Pairing: dragon!Marcus Moreno x gn!reader

Words: 3.4 k

Rating: M (smut city. 18+ MDNI)

Summary: The dragon needs a new mate, and it's your turn.

Warnings: Fated mates, ceremonies, slight dub con (you didn't choose this, but later on you consent to it) breeding, ovipositing, mentions of pregnancy with an egg, dragon anatomy, oral (reader receiving)

Author: Mod Mouse

Notes: This is my entry for the Monster (S)mash challenge hosted by the lovely @quinnnfabrgay-writes and @hauntedhowlett-writes. I loved this challenge so much! It makes me wanna write more monsters smut hehe.

That goodman dragon scale. It of course landed on you cause that was the last thing you needed today. But as it spun around as if it seemed to be “pulled” towards you. At least that's what the priests said, but you didn’t buy it. Unfortunately though for you, once the scale decided there was no going back, because if He found out that the village was lying, then they could find someone else to protect them. 

The rest of the day was a blur. Oils and perfumes were sprayed on your body creating a cloud of scents that made your head spin. Your hair was decorated with different local flowers while someone painted the ceremonial glyphs on your pale skin. You remember being dressed in the ceremonial ashen gray linens that hardly hid what lay underneath. Soon you were the spitting image of the sacrifice you were meant to be. 

The precession was a blur as four of the strongest warriors carried you on the dias up the long mountain trail that led to your future. Hymns and songs were sung as you climbed higher and higher until the village where you had called home for most of your life was now just a dot in the valley.

Stones piled up beside the entrance of the caves were carved with reliefs but you knew what they depicted. When every king tried to take the city those long centuries ago, there was only one person…or rather one creature that saved them. The Pewter Protector they called him. A massive dragon with a mouth full of flesh tearing teeth flew down from the heavens and slayed the enemy. The village begged for the dragon’s protection, and the Protector obliged. 

But that protection came at a price. He came from a dying breed and so to continue his safeguard, he required a sacrifice. It wasn’t food or money. No it was human. He required a mate. A mate that would carry another one of his kind. Someone to keep him company through the long nights and keep him warm during the mating season. 

Which is why you were here now, as the priestess sang out the chants that praised the Protector and called him from his dark chambers. You knew the ceremonies. The men would set their dias down and the procession would quietly leave as the priestess would continue their songs until their voices were lost in the winds. 

The high mountain winds whipped around you as you stared at the dark expanse of the cave. The silence was unnerving. Goosebumps ran up your skin making you wrap your arms around your torso, hoping for an ounce of warmth. Not even a pebble dropped as you waited for your husband to present himself. Soft tears threatened to spill from your eyes as time passed. As much as you wanted to be strong you were terrified. You squeezed your eyes shut waiting for your fate. 

“I keep telling them that I don’t want all of this,” You heard a voice break your silence and you opened your eyes in confusion. A tall dragonborn stood in front of you. Dark gray scales covered most of his body and arched across his neck and cheek like a stroke of charcoal. His eyes were dark to match the midnight hair that sprouted across his head and jawline. 

“W-What?” You whispered as you took him in. 

He sighed and slowly approached you. “I’m really sorry for all of this trouble,” He apologized as he held out his clawed hand out to your body. 

You looked down to his hand and back up to his face, confusion etched deep into your expression. “You…what?” 

“I’m sorry again. I know this is strange and I’ve been trying to tell them forever that I really don’t need them to use the scale. I promise them that I can tell who my mate is for the season just by…” He pauses as the wind changes, drifting your scent into his sensitive nose. 

“By what?” You asked, rising to your bare feet. 

“You smell sweet,” The Protector complimented as he turned back to you. 

“Um, thank you?” You asked. 

“Oh goodness, where are my manners? Please follow me.” He gestured to his cave and you followed him down into his lair. 

Though as you walked you were surprised grew even more. “I-It’s warm in here.” You comment as the walls turn more and more decorated with reliefs and other such designs. 

“That would be the mountain’s core. I know most dragonkind need their heat and we aren’t any different.” The dragon answers as you enter the biggest area so far. There wasn’t much in the way of furniture except for a large fire pit and a giant collection of pelts and pillows in the surrounding area. 

“This is…actually quite cozy.” You look around the room and find yourself smiling at the surroundings. 

“Please make yourself at home,” The Protector getured to his area. “Would you like some tea?” 

“Yes I would like some um…I don’t think I got your name?” 

“Marcus,” He smiled with his gleaming white teeth. He took his tea kettle out and filled it with water from the barrel in the corner. Gently he took the full kettle and hung it above the fire. With a groan he sat himself next to the fire. Carefully you sat near him warming yourself on the flames. 

“So you aren’t as vicious as they say.” You said, turning to look at him. 

He looked back with almost a hurt expression. “I don’t like to hurt humans. I only do harm when there’s a threat to the village.” 

“Then why do they do this whole ceremony? Since apparently I’ve only known a lie.” You chuckled softly. 

Marcus sighed. “I think they think they owe my kind for something we did long ago. But we did it because they helped us first.” 

“What did they do?” You asked as the kettle began to whistle. 

The dragon turned his torso to grab the two cups and set them in front of him. Carefully he grabbed the kettle’s handle and poured the tea. The leaves swirled as the hot water saturated them, filling your nose with the herbal scents. 

“They saved my daughter from poachers,” He answered as he handed you the tea and you thanked him. The mug was warm against your hand and you shivered when you realized how cold you were. 

“Here,” He said quietly and stood up taking one of the pelts from the bed. With a gentleness you weren’t expecting from a dragon, he draped it over your shoulders. 

You gently caressed the fur smiling at how comforting it was. “What’s your daughter’s name?” 

“Missy. She was out training one day and they surrounded her. Luckily some soldiers saw the situation and saved her. The Steel Clan is forever indebted to them,” He smiled softly drifting to his mug. “She’s got her own mountain to defend. Hatchlings always grow up too fast.” 

“Seems to be a trait no matter the species,” You smiled before taking a sip of the tea. The herbal aroma hit your tongue and you sighed. The scent drew you back to winter nights in your house, and a sense of both nostalgia and homesickness knotted in your stomach.

Marcus sensed your subtle body language frowned.  “You know you can leave. I don’t want to keep you here.” Marcus told you, taking you in with his charcoal eyes. 

You chuckled. “Did I say something wrong?” He asked with concern in his voice. 

“No no just,” Your thumb traces the rim of your cup. “You’re a lot different than I thought. I don’t mind staying. And you’re unlike what they tell us in the village.” 

“What do they tell you?” He asked with concern in his voice. 

“It’s a lot more authoritative and demanding,” You sighed, staring at the dark liquid in your cup. 

“That’s really what they say about me?” Marcus frowned, hurt laced in his dark eyes. 

“Something must have gotten lost in translation…because you really are sweet.” 

You swear you could see a scales flush. “You are too kind.” Marcus replied, taking a sip to hid his face. 

“I should thank you for not eating me,” You chuckled, but your mirth was quickly replaced by a yawn. 

“Here you should rest. Take my nest for tonight, I’ll sleep by the fire.” Before you could protest, he held his palm out. “I insist.” 

And honestly you didn’t have the energy to resist. Wrapping the pelt around your shoulders, you gave him a quick “Thank you,” before rising to your feet. Marcus watched you as you stumbled to the nest of blankets and settled yourself amongst the pile. 

Marcus kept an eye out until he heard your breathing even out, but stayed for longer just to make sure. As quietly as he could with his bulky form, he wandered to the entrance. A low grumble flowed from his mouth, as he stretched his hidden wings. Large veiny membranes spread out taking up most of the space. The wind furled against them and Marcus sighed at the feeling. It was a moment before he spoke to himself. “I must provide for my mate.” With a swoosh of his wings, he soared into the dark sky looking for prey to feed his beloved. 

The days passed without much excitement. Marcus cared for you which was more than kind of him. He insisted that you didn’t lift a finger, but you would sneakily tidy the area when he was out. You had to admit you didn’t hate the routine of it. Past you would hate staying in one place for too long. But the more time you spent in Marcus’s company, the more you found yourself being drawn to him unexpectedly. 

Your body began to warm whenever you were in his presence even if it was outside in the cold winds. Maybe it was just that he was the best company in a long time, or maybe it was something else but you loved staying near him. Until one day where everything clicked into place. 

The smell of cooking meats woke you from your slumber. A deep inhale filled your lungs with the aromatic scent and you closed your eyes to enjoy the moment. It smelt like the smoked meats from the village, earthly and savory all at the same time. Pushing yourself up from your cozy bed, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. 

Marcus stood with his back behind you, his wings now visible to you though constricted because of the small space. Rising to your feet, you slowly walked over to the fire. Curiously your fingers tough ridges. The skin was bumpy against your skin and you found the touch bringing you comfort. 

The dragon drew in a sharp inhale as you slowly caressed his wings. “Y-you shouldn’t do that.” 

You quickly retracted your hand. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean well I hadn’t seen your wings,” You rambled. “Just thought they were pretty is all.” 

Marcus turned around and you were taken aback by how much he was panting. “Marcus?” 

“The problem isn’t you. The problem is that if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to control myself,” He purred, stepping closer to your form. Until now you never realized just how much he towered over you. 

“What do you mean?” 

“There’s a reason the ceremony happens when it does. Mating season came quicker for me, and that’s because you entered my life. You’re my mate.” He answered. Your scent permeated his nostrils making him crave you more. “But I can’t mate you without your full consent. If you want to walk away and live a normal life I will not blame you.” 

“Your mate, how do you know?” You asked confused yet curious at the same time. 

“How do humans say? It’s like butterflies in your stomach, but we feel a physical tugging at our souls,” He answered gently, caressing his stomach. 

Something pulled you to do the same and your fingers slid under your thin covering. A pulse of electricity sparked in your eyes and you gasped. “W-What was…?” You began, but as you lifted your head to meet his gaze, there was something different about Marcus. The light from the fire lit him up like you’ve never noticed before. It was as if a bolt of magic filled the room and focused itself on Marcus. 

“Mate?” You whispered and you slowly reached up to cup his cheek in your hand. The rough scales sending comfort throughout your body as you caressed them with your thumb.  Marcus’s chest rumbled as he purred against your palm, nuzzling like a cat. You couldn’t help but giggle at this tall creature acting just like a household pet. 

“Yes my mate,” He purred and he leaned his head down just close enough to brush his lips against yours a silent ask for your consent. 

You quickly filled the space and kissed him passionately. His lips were both soft and rough at the same time. The scales brushed against your chin, and you found yourself falling in love with the feeling. Some part of you wanted to know how those felt in between your legs. 

A soft moan escaped your lips and Marcus paused gently, setting his hands on your hips as if they were made of the finest porcelain. “Are you sure about this?” He asked as his fingers gingerly caressed your hips. Claws carefully poking at your skin and you bit your lip. Suddenly the heat inside you was so much. You wanted…no…you craved Marcus. 

“I’m sure,” You leaned up and whispered in his ear. “Put an egg in me Marcus.” 

Marcus groaned at the sight of you round with his egg. “Bed. Now.” He moaned as he backed you into the nest. You smirked as you kissed him slowly pulling him on top of you. Hungrily he kissed you with his hands up and down your sides. His claws delicately teasing your chest making you gasp. 

“M-Marcus,” You moaned, tilting your head back against the furs. 

He chuckled and nibbled at your neck. “Such a handsome sight.” He kept one of his clawed hands on your chest and with one of his claws ripped the material away as gently rubbed your slit. “Mmmm already achingly needy for me darling. Getting you all ready to take my cock.” He growled and kissed his way down your body. Each one sending tingles to your hands and feet. 

He only stopped right between your legs. “Now let's see how you taste. I bet it’ll tell me how fertile you are.” He licked a long lap from your hole to your most sensitive area. You moaned loudly grabbing on his dark locks as you tried to ride his face. 

With a strong hand he kept your hips in place and gazed up at you licking his lip. “Be good for me baby. If you are, I’ll put a baby in you, and by the looks of it it won’t be too hard.” 

You moaned at his words as his tongue dipped inside you once more lapping up your arousal soaking his face. The taste was like nothing he had ever experienced and he would be damned if he ever stopped. Eternity wouldn’t be enough time to memorize your taste. 

“Fuck just the most divine taste,” He purred and nibbled your sensitive thigh. “You’re a perfect mate.” 

“Marcus,” You whined but you loved every second. Every lick and touch sent your bond pulsing. 

“Shhh baby let me take care of you,” He kissed the bite mark before pushing his tongue inside your hole once again. His movements were precise making sure you were opened up for him. He loved being a dragon, but the claws were something he couldn’t control. That just meant he became so prolific with his tongue. 

And the practice was evident on the way you writhed under his touch. Every lick and suck sent so much pleasure your way. The pressure in your stomach grew and grew as your legs began to shake. 

“Marcus!” You screamed in ecstasy as you came hard from his tongue. Stars danced in your eyes as you curled your legs around your mates back, pulling him into you more. Toes curling and legs shaking left you feeling high from your orgasm.

The dragon purred in contentment as his tongue slowed as your high slowed to stop leaving you breathless. “Such a handsome mate I have,” He grinned and kissed up your body, taking his time to explore and memorize every dip and curve of your body. “I’m never gonna get use to this canvas.” 

You whimpered under the praise and you pulled him against your chest. His cool scales soothing your heated skin as you kissed him deeply. Gently you nuzzled your face into his shoulder taking him in with every sense. 

Marcus leaned his mouth nibbling your earlobe gently. “I’m gonna put a egg in you,” He moaned as his hips rocked against your thigh. His hardening cock rubbing against the soft skin. Curiously you peaked down and blushed at the size. It was big. Nothing compared to the size of the men in the village. 

“Fuck,” You cursed as you reached down to take it in your hand. It pulsed under your touch as you stroked it tentatively. The bumps and ridges felt foreign to you, but gods did your thoughts wonder at the idea of that deep inside of you as he pumped you full of his cum. 

“It’s okay. I’ll be gentle,” Marcus whispered, nuzzling his nose into your neck. 

You were quiet for a moment, making Marcus lift his head in concern. You made eye contact with him. “I don’t think I want you to be,” You admitted. 

Marcus’s eyes darkened and he pressed his forehead into yours. You felt his cock bounce in your hand. “Are you sure? I won’t be able to hold back.” 

“Please mate,” You whispered. 

Marcus growled as he guided his cock away from your hand and pushed into you in one fluid motion. The penetration was sudden, but it sent such intense pleasure through you that you thought you could finish with just that. 

But the noises Marcus made were hymns to your ears. He panted and growled as he felt you around his cock. “I-I can’t wait any longer.” 

“Fuck me Marcus.” 

And that was all he needed. His hips pulled back and snapped forward back into your hole. Everything felt divine. The bumps, the length, everything made your head spin. “Fuck!” You moaned as Marcus set a fast pace. 

With every thrust, Marcus became more and more desperate. Desperate to fill you with his seed and desperate to plant an egg inside of you. The image of you round with his egg spurred him on. You squeezed around him like your soul depended on it. 

Whether it was your newly discovered bond, or the immaculate feeling of Marcus inside you, but you felt the heat rise in your stomach once again. The dragon thrusted faster as he felt you tighten around you. “Cum for your mate,” He moaned. 

Your pleasure snapped and you squeezed around him as you reached your high once again. This was enough for Marcus. 

“I’m gonna,” He grunted as his cock twitched, your tight hole making it hard to last. 

“Cum mate,” You moaned, and your words sent him over the edge. With a growl that filled the chamber, he came buried inside of you. You moaned with every quiver of his cock as his cum filled your hole. But it wasn’t quite normal. With each spurt, it felt bumpy, and it took you a moment to realize that it was eggs filling you up. And you moaned as each one filled you fuller and fuller. Marcus’s hand gently caressed the small bump in your stomach, please with the sight. 

Just as you thought Marcus would pull out, he gently lifted your hips, setting a pillow underneath your back. Confused, you looked back up at him. He smirked. “Not gonna let anything drip out of you. I want to make sure the eggs stay inside of you.” 

You moaned and bit your lips. Marcus smiled and carefully leaned over to kiss your forehead. “My sweet mate will be well taken care of. But for now rest. You need all the energy to incubate our eggs.” Sleepiness filled your head and your eyes slowly began to dip close. The hum of Marcus’s purring sending you into a very satisfied sleep.

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All Works Taglist

@for-a-longlongtime @romanarose

Pedro Character Taglist

@littlemisspascal @burntheedges

@carusolikey @thebeldroramscal

@morallyinept @lady-bess

@pedrostories @rivnedell

@pascalsanctuary @readingiskeepingmegoing

Thank you the lovely @saradika-graphics for the dividers

[worldworseweb]

hhi. can i perchance have a level 3 ganymede from greek mythology? if that’s ok?

Ganymede Alter Pack 𓂃 { Mod Poseidon }

;; Well now you've got my attention, anon :}! Thank you for the request, I hope you like him

💫 BASICS ;

Names 𓂃 Ganymede ; Dandelion ; Catamitus ; Sundew ; Marigold

Prns 𓂃 He / Him ; Ambro / Ambrosia / Ambrosias ; Mead / Meads ; Petal / Petals ; Serene / Serenes ; Cyan / Cyans ; Peach / Peaches ; Wine / Wines

Age 𓂃 18 (Albeit barely) ; May drift to as young as 16 if triggered

Gender 𓂃 Feminine Male ; Uses all terms ; Prefers "Boy" over "Man" ; Danedappline ; Sunboy ; Honeymilkcomfic ; Lemoncakegender ; Dreamybodiment ; Yellowbodiment ; Goodbodiment ; Corgoldix Angeheasofic ; Essedennic

Orientation 𓂃 Omnisexual & Romantic ; Masc Pref ; Hopeless Romantic

Species 𓂃 Immortal Human

💫 SYSTEM INFO ;

Roles 𓂃 Trauma Holder ; Steward ; Companion ; Emotionalist

Behavior 𓂃 While usually gentle and caring to those around him, ambro is not a pushover, and will often argue with anyone who attempts to hurt an innocent party ; Automatically has a "fawn" response, but will lash out verbally if fawning does not work ; Often offers to allow negative harm to be redirected to wine instead of others ; Cries or yells when emotional

Signoffs / Proxies 𓂃 💫 ; 🌻 ; 💛 ; 🌾

💫 EXTRA ;

TransIDs 𓂃 CisGreek ; CisHarmed ; CisScarred ; CisPrettyBoy ; CisGro0med ; CisBlonde ; WineAmian ; TransAdored ; HarmedFluid ; TransHappyTrail ; TransWord "Sunkissed" ; TransHopeful ; PermaHypnotized

Paras 𓂃 Codes can be found here ; 🔱 ; �� ; 🔗 ; 🎥 ; 🛐

Titles 𓂃 The Lover of the Gods ; The Cupbearer of Zeus ; The Young Lover ; His Immortal Light ; The Winepourer ; The Soother of Storms

Fashion 𓂃 Prefers Hellenic Greek fashion, particularly doric chitons ; Often adorned with gold, blue, and red beaded body jewelry , or gold bands ; Often braids flowers, feathers, or beads into peaches hair

Typing Quirk 𓂃 Proper punctuation

Religion 𓂃 Hellenic Polytheist

Speech Patterns 𓂃 Soft and casual, but with a mixture of more eloquent words sprinkled in occasionally

Handwriting 𓂃 Very curvy, almost calligraphic style of writing

Miscellaneous 𓂃 Knows how to play the lyre ; Adores nicknames and petnames ; Often hums hymns to petalself when alone ; Good with children ; Favorite animal is a sheep ; Laments about missing his mortality ; Enjoys painting, music, and all forms of art

[modlings]

.𖥔 INFORMATION YOU'LL NEED!

ⓘ If you'd like to get a feel for your stay around the headquarters, it's important to know who's in charge around here, so that you can safely make your way to and from your destination!

. ︶  YOU'VE ACQUIRED THE MOD LIST!

CHEEKY - She/They/It, The Boss of this place! Very sleep deprived and is goin a bit off the rails. Enjoys speaking to the Visitors and loves her team, especially when they remind her to take her meds work on her things! Pst.. don’t tell anyone but they tend to nap in their office instead of working!

DOVE - she/her, the assistant. a common, yet friendly face around the facility! caring, loving, and with a fresh start.

ASTRO (temporarily on hiatus, will return soon) - they/it/he, a shy member of the staff who lurks around, nothing suspicious going on!! Just a sleepy guy who will occasionally draw. Don't let him catch you staying up late!

JULES - he/xe/they/clown, my role here is undetermined. The attic owner.

DAZ - STATUS: PAID LEAVE. (He/They/It)

COS - haii helo hello haihai!! i actually don't even have a role here i just,,, snake in sometimes. i love jalapeños. he/any pronouns

(lockstep is no longer canon)

(dandy is no longer canon)

JON - He/They/It + Hy/Hymn, The Chef (Though, not..the best.) and..maybe something else?— of this facility! Because of his eyes, he is always watching..his kitchen, he doesn't really care what happens elsewhere in the building.

SPIGGLE - he/they nonbinary, despite being rude, he doesn't even realize how hurtful he has the capability to be,,, his role in the facility will be determined soon! they seem to have had another name before they came along...

. ︶ YOU'VE ACQUIRED THE GENERAL RULES LIST!

— a guidebook for your stay during your time at the hq.

01. Keep your asks STRICTLY safe for work, as most of the mods are minors and uncomfortable with this.

02. Be RESPECTFUL towards both the mods and other visitors!

03. Do not use slurs, even if you can reclaim them.

04. Racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, and other poor behavior is NOT tolerated. You will be blocked from the blog with no warning as disciplinary action.

05. A lot of asks are answered right away, but some take a minute to reply to. Please be patient!

06. You MAY target your asks towards specific mods.

07. You don't have to keep it Dandy's World related here, you can simply as your friendly mods whatever questions you may please — as long as they follow the rules.

08. Keep Dandy's World Headcanons or headcanon-related material to the main blog!

. ︶  TAGS!

cheeky's tags - #🤍 cheeky

-> cheeky's mod tags - #🤍 ooc

dove's tags - #🪻 dove / #🌼 daisy (former)

-> june's mod tags - #juneytoons (ooc)

jules' tags - #jules🃏🐰/ #julesposting

-> jules' mod tags - #ooc post

daz's tags - #freakin uhh mod daz

astro's tags - #mod astro

-> astro's mod tags - #astro ooc

cos' tags - #COS >_<

-> cos' mod tags - #oocos

locksteps' tags - #🔒mod lockstep🐾

-> lockstep's mod tags - #switch to offbeat

dandy’s tags - #🌈🌸 mod dandy !!

-> dandy’s mod tags - #🌈🌸 ooc !!

jon’s tags - #👁📼 mod jon

-> jon’s mod tag’s - #📼👁mag 119

spiggle's tags - #spiggle giggle / #spiggle

. ︶ EVENTS!

01 — Blackout Event (begun here , ended here) ; #event: blackout

02 — Toybox Trial (begun here)

. ︶ CONNECTED LORE BLOGS!

@dovesdrabbles - intropost - currently active

@restlesskiki - ??? - mainly inactive

@blairs4ever - cheekys blog - active

@jaximhome - jules...? - ???

@k-anons-things - anon blog

@ratexplody - anon blog

@skin-anon - anon blog

@halloween-hack-anon - anon blog

@bouncy-ball-anon - anon blog

. ︶  RETURNING ANONS!

SKIN ANON

🐀💥 anon

Fudge anon

Halloween Hack anon

🌈🌸 anon

Bouncy Ball anon

k-anon

💡 anon

bone-head anon

string anon

Anomaly Cereal Anon

The squire anon

fireworks anon

. ︶  REFERENCE SHEETS!

CHEEKY

DOVE

JULES

DAZ

ASTRO

COS

SPIGGLE

JON

[fabulousknightcommander]

HAHA, are you here for an autograph? No shame in that! Not every day you get to meet moi !

Oh, well. I suppose it doesn’t hurt to introduce myself to my soon-to-be fans! My name is Madeleine Cookie, and I am the Knight Commander blessed by the Light! Now, where do you want my signature? Or a photo, if you’re bold.

Ask anything you can think of! Perhaps I’ll give you the secrets to how I got so adored! But not the secrets to my beauty, haha! That’s between me and the Divines!

MOD INTRO!!

HE/THEY/HYM/HYMN/ZY/STARLIGHT pronouns^^

uhm. Hi. This is Jonas aka Sugar Orchid Cookie mod aka @thecharactersthatnevermet. if i follow back or anything it'll be with @ellis-jackson-stuff because its my main for some reason lol

I am a Madeleine Cookie kinnie and decided that I MUST make a blog for him. Basic rules are on the tagged blog so read that cause I’m not writing allat.

BASIC IS don’t be a scumbag, keep it somewhat sfw (suggestive is alright, don’t step over the line; I AM a minor), and DNI if you’re a zionist, nazi, racist, transphobe, homophobe, proshipper…the list goes on. Tldr don’t be a bitch.

ALSO I AM A HUUUGE ESPRESSELEINE SHIPPER. So like I might be a bit awkward around other ships but if you rp espresso PLEASEEEEEEEEE interact :3

LAST THING! This MIGHT be very out of character sometimes! I try my best, but I can’t always nail it…

I am autistic and oblivious to a few things, so if I ever pressure you or make you uncomfortable, please tell me and don’t go behind my back.

YIPPIE I DID IT!!

[glasshymns]

yeah....maybe a little bit......

uh!!! not that i, you know, mind all that much...!!! you can loom over me menacingly anytime ;3

🥣🥣🥣🥣🥣

If...you want cereal that badly why don't you just ask for some, no?

*Their face remains deadpan but a tick in their jaw reveals their amusement*

I need to try cereal sometime...