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catsniffer420 · 1 year

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My Chaffy. Oil on canvas WIP. 2023

#chaffy #my art #cat #oil painting #mackerel tabby #WIP

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femaleconartist · 8 months

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POV you wake up from a nap and turn over to see this sweet creature resting his tiny head upon your pillow. wyd

My delight would be immeasurable this would be my reaction I'd start tearing up

#chaffy

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tothesolarium · 5 months

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Redesigning the Monarch continueddd. On compcon the call sign is “chimera guard” but I don’t think they flows well enough. His nickname amongst the crew “chaffy ass” and “mon-narc” since he is- getting in their way quiet a lot

He’s a fancy war hound and deserves a fancy looking mech. The coloring of this is going Very Well 💃 but I also love how the line art looks

#geniunly so proud of how this piece is turning out - current wips on the ptrn #for one! single! dollar! you can make me feel loved! and celebrate my birthday thats coming up #but I love my monarch and their pilot so much #monarch #III-v2CE #lancer #lancer rpg #lancer ttrpg #line art #wip #mech #mecha #mecha art #my art #art #digital #digital art #concept

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eggcompany · 3 days

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Dumb Dog Part 2

Stiles shoved the fleshlight between his thighs. He didn’t even bother taking his sweatpants off. Derek was panting against his neck, squeezing the younger man tightly.

It was a usual thing now. Derek got hurt, ended up at the Stilinski residence, with his dick hard and needy, and Stiles there to calm him down. It only took one chaffy experience for Stiles to order a fleshlight online, it was a simple clear silicone, easy to clean.

This day Derek got ‘ hurt’ by cutting his hand while teaching something to Scott. The cut was deep, sure, but it wasn’t something that wouldn’t heal in an hour. Derek had met Stiles at his front door, knowing the sheriff was away, with puppy eyes and a bandage wrapped hand. Stiles just rolled his eyes and tried not to think too hard about the way Derek looked a little too chipper as he ran up the stairs.

“I wanna mate you” Derek begged into the back of Stiles' neck, his hips grinding into the back of Stiles' thighs. Stiles would have never guessed it but Derek talked a lot when they did this. Whatever this was. He also figured that when werewolves get hurt their heads get kinda funny, add in addition to a boner and a warm body… Derek got all colors of loose lipped and stupid. He once asked Stiles if Stiles could come over.

“I know, come on” Stiles said and guided Derek’s hard cock from where it was rubbing against Stiles' back. Stiles made sure he was lined up correctly before pulling his hand away. Derek moaned out, short and deep, as he slid into the warmed silicone channel. He hummed happily, hands finding Stiles' own, squeezing it in thanks. Stiles usually made sure to use warm water when washing the toy before using it, holding the lube in his hand long enough so it was warm. Derek hissed and whined when the toy was cold. Spoiled. Stiles had to shake his head. He spoiled Derek to warm fleshlights and easy orgasms. While they held hands. That was crazy to even think.

This was a regular just friends thing. Nothing more.

Derek was huffing, fucking roughing into the toy, completely unaware of Stiles' never ending inner crisis. His breath was hot and wet against the back of Stiles' neck, hands locking together. The bed was rocking with Derek’s rough thrusts, it was almost enough to distract Stiles from his own aching cock.

Derek always helped finish him off, big rough hands pulling him to orgasm with a quiet little thanks before he was sleeping, needing a nap. Stiles reached down to palm himself, giving himself a squeeze, biting his bottom lip at the feeling. It was a small relief as Derek kept on fucking the toy, arms squeezing, pulling their bodies together ever tighter.

“I’m gonna cum. Wish it was Stiles. I want Stiles. I like Stiles.” Derek slurred out as his rhythm fell away to manically chase his own release. His fingers dug into Stiles’ sides, leaving small bruises in their wake. Stiles’ breath caught, body rocking roughly as Derek gets closer and closer.

“You do?” The younger asked as Derek started letting out high pitched whines, he nodded his head, nose dragging up and down. Stiles knew by now that those noises meant the wolf was close. When Derek let out one short loud cry and stopped pulling back, he cuddled closer, mumbling against the boy’s neck as his orgasm ripped through him.

“I can hear him when he jerks off if I stand outside under his window. He makes good noises. And he smells good after. He washes his hands but the smell… It sticks to him.” Derek explained in a dreamy way. Stiles shoved his hand under his waistband, shoving it down, getting a hand around himself, quickly giving himself a few tight strokes.

“Oh?” Stiles asked, trying to get more of those dirty words from Derek. The wolf nodded and nuzzled into the soft hair at the base of Stiles’ head.

“I wanna mate with him. I wanna suck him off. I know he tastes good, I know it. I want him so bad.” Derek said like it was a dream he’d never achieve, begging.

Stiles’ hand moved quickly on himself, his mind suddenly flooded with images of Derek on his knees, soft lips wrapped around Stiles’ cock, eyes all blown and big as they stared up, full of want, silently begging Stiles to cum down his throat. Stiles had to focus to get his eyes back from where they rolled back. The images flashing through his head were unfair .

“Why don’t you ask him?” The younger asked through gritted teeth as his hand flew over his cock, Derek’s hips gave a weak twitch, cock still trapped in the soaked toy. He let out a sad noise, something squeaky and breathy.

“Because he’s not mine. I don’t want to hurt him. I don’t- I love Stiles. I don't wanna be bad for him. Only one in my whole pack that cares about me.” Derek said sadly, reached down, following Stiles’ arms until he was the one jerking the boy off. Stiles came with a groan, wishing Derek would make his fist a little tighter, but enjoying the rough palms.

After a minute or two and Stiles had his brain back, he grabbed some tissues from his bedside and wiped them both down. He was careful not to move too much, Derek was in his weird smushy headspace, so he just carefully set the toy beside the bed, making sure to keep it up and not let any of the lube and cum spill onto his carpet. He had to reach over his own hip to clean Derek up, causing the wolf to whimper.

He let Derek spoon him, a rumbling occasionally floating from the wolf’s chest, as he cleaned himself up. Stiles was tossing the soiled tissues away when Derek’s words finally caught up with his brain.

“Your pack loves you, Derek. We- They all care about you. Why wouldn’t w-they?” Stiles asked, trying to keep his words straight. Derek huffed and shook his head, arms contracting a bit around Stiles, just a little squeeze.

“I try to protect them and keep them happy and warm and fed but they don’t care about me. They won’t feed me or rub on me or even touch me. Stiles won’t. He’s a human, only way he can bond with me as pack leader is to mate with me. He won’t. I’m too big.” Derek said sadly, hid his face deeper into Stiles’ shoulder. His voice was rough, like each word was being forced out. It was sad.

Stiles thought about it. No one touched Derek, bumping shoulders with him or hugging him or smacking his arm. Except Stiles. No one really did anything for Derek, they just got things from him. They were taught by him, learned about poisons and cures, learned about their powers and strengths. No one ever really gave anything back though. Few thanks, no gifts, no shows of affection, of pack bonding with Derek. They all talked to each other and touched each other, no one did that to Derek.

Stiles felt guilty at that moment. Even though he wasn’t really a part of the pack, he should have seen it earlier.

“Do you want Stiles to be a part of your pack?” Stiles asked quietly, mind trying to make a plan on how to get everyone to be nicer to Derek. It was the grumbled response that had him reeling though, sending his mind into a spiral.

“Yeah… yeah he’d be special. Like my alpha.” Derek grumbled before falling into the arms of sleep. Stiles was left blinking into the darkness of his room. What ?

He tries to lay out what he knows. Derek likes him. Derek wants him. Derek listens to him jerk off, weird but way too hot to care. And Derek wants to fuck him. Okay.

Derek wants him to be his alpha. The alpha’s alpha? But Stiles isn’t even a werewolf. It makes his head spin, trying to figure out what that meant.

He stayed awake trying to figure it out until Derek eventually got up, being deathly quiet as he left. The rumble of the camaro was the only signal Stiles got that Derek had left the house.

Stiles went to bed way too late after falling down the rabbit hole of online articles about anal sex and gay porn. He woke up with wet boxers, but no one needed to know that.

~~~~~

“Derek, I read that if you’re born as a werewolf it affects your body. Changes your body physically, gives you different organs and glands and such.” Stiles said one afternoon as he sat on a blanket just outside of the Hale House. They all had been meeting up, pack meetings, now with Issac and occasionally Boyd.

Stiles had gotten there first, setting out the picnic blanket, deciding it would be a good day to be outside. He had a book open on his lap, backpack open next to him. Derek walked out of the front door, moving to stand on the porch, glaring down at the younger man.

“Are you asking about tails again? I swear to god Stiles, I will hurt you.” He growled, anger pitching his eyes a red color for a split second. Stiles shook his head, waving his hand in the air.

“I’ve gotten over the tails. I read omegas are born with certain brain hormones that change how they feel about people. And certain changes physically. That werewolves’s bodies can be physically different from their wolf.” He explained, eyes unable to meet Derek’s own. He’d barely figured out the whole ‘inner wolf’ identity thing. The wolf huffed and hopped down, walking to lean against a tree across from Stiles.

“… yeah. Omegas develop differently than Alphas in the womb. Betas develop like a regular werewolf. As we age our wolf develops and changes with our status.” Derek explained and crossed his arms, face in the sun, enjoying the warmth. Stiles couldn’t help but look at the way the light caught on his cheekbones, the way his arm muscles bulged under the thin material of his navy long sleeve.

“What were you born as? Since you changed from beta to alpha.” Stiles asked when Derek blinked his eyes back open. Derek swallowed and kept his eyes on the old house, away from Stiles.

“I was born omega.” He answered and remembered before he got bumped to beta. It was… a hard time.

“And?” Stiles asked and Derek shrugged, trying to act like it didn’t bring back memories.

“And my body developed omega but my wolf is alpha. Have you been talking to Issac?” Derek asked back, looking at the other. Issac was more chatty, learning more about himself, his status, about how he felt as omega. Stiles smirked.

“Yep. He’s an omega and he told me all about it. Only took one wolfsbane beer and some heavy petting. I assume you don’t go into heat since you’re an alpha and you don’t submit but-” Stiles explained as a slight blush found its way to his face at the memory of Issac being in his lap, shirtless, panting against his neck as he ran his hands across the blonde’s body. He was still speaking when Derek cut him off.

“You’d be wrong.” The older boy said and looked at Stiles, hoping that the nervous feeling that was churning in his gut wasn’t showing in his eyes. Stiles stopped and cocked his head to the side, eyebrows drawing together in confusion.

“What?” Stiles asked, trying to rewind and rethink what he’d just been told. Derek kept his eyes on the younger man, seeing the gears turning behind his eyes.

“If you assume that, you’d be wrong.” Derek stated and smirked and walked over to the driveway, looking down it. He could faintly hear the sound of Scott’s bike and someone’s car. He also took the moment to take a few deep breaths, knowing the human couldn’t hear them.

Stiles was malfunctioning, mind going a million miles a minute. Derek has heats? Derek submits ? How?Is it the same as what Issac described? Horny and hungry and desperate to give into all the desires that would normally be easy to suppress. Stiles then had a heatwave pass through him as his mind filled with the images of Derek desperate and pleading, clawing and begging, soaked and sweet. He had to hit himself in the head to make it stop enough to ask another question.

“You heat? When? We see you every week, Issac said that when it happens to him he has to stay away from everyone.” Stiles asked, needing to know what it was for Derek.

Did he heat but was it an emotional thing? Did he want to? Did he have to? Did he suppress it? How’d he hide it from everyone else? Why was he telling Stiles of all people?

“I’m alpha. I don’t get the same heat as an omega. I don’t need a manic orgy to feel calm. Why do you think we have pack sleepovers?” Derek teased as he heard the vehicles come closer and closer. He looked over at Stiles, seeing process it all, mouth open, surprised. Stiles finally looked up at the older boy, lust scenting off him lightly.

“Oh… do you not get um… how Issac gets?” Stiles asked, blush heavy on his cheeks. Derek smirked and walked up to watch Scott come through the trees.

“If you’re asking if I get wet then I guess you’ll never know.” The wolf answered before giving a small wave to Scott who was parking. Leaving Stiles with a head full of Derek wet .

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#egg_company #fanfic #smut tag #fanfiction #derek x stiles #derek hale #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #teen wolf stiles #stiles stilinski #sterek smut #sterek fanfiction #sterek fanfic #sterek #stiles x derek #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf

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mokacokacola · 19 days

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I love One Piece and Hazbin Hotel, so I created a thing. Posted it on my Insta and TikTok ages ago. Meet my cursed creation, Chaffy! 😭🤣

#hazbin hotel #one piece #monkey d. luffy #one piece luffy #luffy #straw hat luffy #cursed drawing #charlie morningstar #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel charlie #character fusion #fusion #original art #original character

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salparadiselost · 5 months

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I love siccing my readers on Jube. Ask them about the Robits, kaiju Bruce and the lighthouse, bitter ends, JJ Tim, plat K, toddy chaffies and origin swap. You may not know these phrases but Jube does.

#kay speaks #warfare #through readers #sending anons to Jube like flying monkeys #fly my readers! fly!

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azflashjp · 4 months

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【ゆるキャラ】おおつ光ルくん・キャッフィー・チャッフィー（滋賀県）

おおつ光ルくんは滋賀県大津市のマスコットキャラ、キャッフィー・チャッフィーは滋賀県のマスコットキャラであり2025年の国体のマスコットキャラも兼任。

今年は、NHKの大河ドラマの舞台の一つに大津が関係するのでこの先もおおつ光ルくんの露出が増えそうです。

"Otsu Hikaru-kun","Caffy","Chaffy", Shiga prefecture, Japan.

#mascot #マスコット #yuruchara #ゆるキャラ #kigurumi #着ぐるみ #japan #costume #ご当地キャラ #滋賀県 #shiga #キャッフィー #チャッフィー #大津市 #おおつ光ルくん

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p-isforpoetry · 11 months

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"Kubla Khan" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (read by Sir Ian McKellen)

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round; And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail: And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean; And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight ’twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.

Source: The Poetry of Coleridge, 2006

#Kubla Khan #Samuel Taylor Coleridge #Coleridge #Sir Ian McKellen #Ian McKellen #poem #poetry #audio

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catfindr · 1 year

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Sending hugs and here is my cat Chaffy, depression sucks and I hope sunshine finds you in your heart again soon. Love you. I hope you can enjoy a cup of tea/coffee/hot choccy and hug someone you love v soon :)

😍

#cats of tumblr #catblr #cat #kitten #kitty #qna #im a loveless aro lol but i appreciate the sentiment 💛 thank you

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rcox808 · 8 months

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On An Apple-Ripe September Morning

by Patrick Kavanagh

Art by Johanna Westerman

On an apple-ripe September morning

Through the mist-chill fields I went

With a pitch-fork on my shoulder

Less for use than for devilment.

The threshing mill was set-up, I knew,

In Cassidy's haggard last night,

And we owed them a day at the threshing

Since last year. O it was delight

To be paying bills of laughter

And chaffy gossip in kind

With work thrown in to ballast

The fantasy-soaring mind.

As I crossed the wooden bridge I wondered

As I looked into the drain

If ever a summer morning should find me

Shovelling up eels again.

And I thought of the wasps' nest in the bank

And how I got chased one day

Leaving the drag and the scraw-knife behind,

How I covered my face with hay.

The wet leaves of the cocksfoot

Polished my boots as I

Went round by the glistening bog-holes

Lost in unthinking joy.

I'll be carrying bags to-day, I mused,

The best job at the mill

With plenty of time to talk of our loves

As we wait for the bags to fill.

Maybe Mary might call round...

And then I came to the haggard gate,

And I knew as I entered that I had come

Through fields that were part of no earthly estate.

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catsniffer420 · 4 days

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Beloved cats on film. April 2024

#diary #chaffy #film is not dead #snowbelle

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c00kietin · 12 days

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found a cool thing during one of the pinterest scavenge runs fgjdmgfd, thought youd like to do it with your ocs :]

AUGH I LOVE YOU/P KSDJHFSDHJKDASJ THANK YOU

I did 12 because I couldn't help myself :>

you can tell that some have little experience with art, while others have their own ideas of who they are :D

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femaleconartist · 9 months

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lounging with Him.

he's so sweet and so calm, his face is like the sanctuary of a quiet temple, his eyes hold the hidden wisdom of all the cats, he is a loving lovable boy most loved by all and we all love him... crying

#chaffy

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woodenfence36 · 2 years

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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree:

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

Through caverns measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground

With walls and towers were girdled round:

And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,

Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;

And here were forests ancient as the hills,

Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted

Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!

A savage place! as holy and enchanted

As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted

By woman wailing for her demon-lover!

And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,

As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,

A mighty fountain momently was forced:

Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst

Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,

Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:

And ‘mid these dancing rocks at once and ever

It flung up momently the sacred river.

Five miles meandering with a mazy motion

Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,

Then reached the caverns measureless to man,

And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:

And ‘mid this tumult Kubla heard from far

Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure

Floated midway on the waves;

Where was heard the mingled measure

From the fountain and the caves.

It was a miracle of rare device,

A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer

In a vision once I saw:

It was an Abyssinian maid,

And on her dulcimer she played,

Singing of Mount Abora.

Could I revive within me

Her symphony and song,

To such a deep delight ‘twould win me

That with music loud and long

I would build that dome in air,

That sunny dome! those caves of ice!

And all who heard should see them there,

And all should cry, Beware! Beware!

His flashing eyes, his floating hair!

Weave a circle round him thrice,

And close your eyes with holy dread,

For he on honey-dew hath fed

And drunk the milk of Paradise.

lovely

100/10

#yes yes yes #random stuff #yes #ah yes

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