#THE FUR COAT IM SCREAMING | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

froggibus · 3 months

Text

Colder Weather - Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor

Genre: fluff headcanons

Summary: how the boys act when it’s cold + snowing outside

CW: cold weather, snow, asmo forcing you to go outside (ew), lots of cuddling, pretty mid writing on my part

okok so no Lucifer or Satan for this one cause I just had no ideas :((( like I had a few but not nearly enough for complete hcs so sorry guys

also holy fuck it’s been a while since I wrote obey me hcs lmao so im a little rusty…sorry guys

also I promise I’ll shut up but it’s gonna be almost -50 celsius here this weekend (yay, Canada!) so I will be stuck inside if you guys have any obey me (or other fandoms) ideas!!

Mammon:

Mammon and to snow DO NOT mix

biggest baby in the entire Devildom when it gets cold

he has this super tacky fur coat that he insists is real rabbit fur (it’s faux—the big softy couldn’t bear real fur)

refuses to leave the house, even if he has to work

worse than that: he refuses to let you leave the house, even if you have things to do

“hey, human. where d’ya think you’re going? it’s cold out there. you’ll get sick, or worse, dead!”

invites you to his room cause he has this ‘super awesome heater’ (read: himself)

you end up lounging on the couch with him and watching movies with excruciatingly long car chases

you start shivering despite the sweater you’re wearing, and Mammon not so begrudgingly beckons you over to come sit under the blanket with him

honestly he forgets how to breathe because you’re so close and you smell nice and you’re relying on him for warmth

at some point it gets colder and you start shivering again

goes to grab another blanket but you stop him, looking up at him with those pleading eyes

“don’t go, mams. i’ll freeze without you.”

pretends to be humble about it but inside he is screaming

not sure how it happens but you end up in his lap??

he has both arms around you, cocooning you between him and the blanket

you both fall asleep on the couch, snow storm long forgotten

Leviathan:

locks himself in his room to spend the whole day watching anime

also sorry but this man’s room is a whole terrarium

he’s got his heater, his fan, his air purifier, his humidifier

his place is always the perfect temperature and the perfect place to take refuge in a blizzard

he pretends like he’s annoyed when you come into his room, dressed in warm clothes and fuzzy socks, a blanket draped over your shoulders

but really he doesn’t mind—he actually has to hide his rosy cheeks with you because he’s so flustered at the idea that you chose him

orders an insane amount of comfort food to eat during your anime marathon

like heaps and heaps of food that the two of you couldn’t possibly finish

offers you to share his blanket with him, wrapping it around the two of you to keep warm while you munch on food

somehow it turns into you leaning your head on his shoulder, eyelids getting heavy in the warmth of his room

Levi can’t even be annoyed that you’re missing episodes of the anime—you look so cute like this

Asmo:

HATES the cold, LOVES the snow

it’s a weird dynamic…

dresses you up in the cutest snowsuit ever, and forces you to sit outside in the cold for over an hour taking pictures

“asmo we’re gonna catch a cold”

“demons don’t get sick from the cold, don’t be silly”

you’re not a demon????

when he’s finally done with the pictures don’t expect any attention from him after

he still has to edit, caption and post them to Devilgram

you sit under his comforter in the corner of his bed, shivering miserably and shooting glares at him from the corner of your eyes

Finally he puts down his DDD and looks at you, his eyes sparkling when he sees just how cute and cold you look

uses the cold as an excuse to get as close to you as possible, cuddling you tightly

he’s so tempted to take a selfie of the two of you in bed together but he doesn’t want to ruin the moment

probably insists on your laying between his legs with your head on his chest for ‘maximum warmth’

really he just want to feel you

you end up falling asleep in his room, and who is he to wake you?

Beel:

honestly indifferent to the cold

he’s just built differently

he’s not the biggest fan of it, but he’s not as much of a baby as some of his older brothers

still, he doesn’t quite like the idea of you going out in the cold (at least, not without proper protection)

offers to get anything you need, but if you insist on going out, he’ll come with you

and of course he bundles you up first

has you dressed in one of his sweaters with one of his old winter jackets over top

you look tiny in his big clothes

when you get home after he’ll make you stand in front of the heater to warm up while he disappears into the kitchen

of course he’s going into the kitchen

but you’re pleasantly surprised when he comes back with two steaming bowls of chicken noodle soup

you guys eat and watch a movie in the living room, Beel asking you every five minutes if you’re cold

you take another one of his sweaters just to get him to stop bothering you about it

insists on feeding you every hour and piling snacks on the coffee table

“don’t give me that look. you need food to stay warm, y/n.”

Belphie:

hates blizzards because they interrupt his sleep

he can usually sleep through anything—from sunny days to volcanic eruptions

but the cold??? no way

his bed gets cold and even his thickest, softest blankets don’t help

but…maybe a certain warm human could help his sleep

ends up crawling into bed with you in the middle of the night, hardly making a sound

you only wake when you feel the bitter cold on your body slowly fading away, a new warmth pressed against you

“go back to sleep—don’t move! im comfy....”

you’re not even phased by Belphie sneaking into bed with you at this point

and the warmth is honestly really nice

you cuddle back into him, shoving your back as tight against his chest as it will go

he throws an arm over your waist, holding your hip flush against his

definitely stays with you the whole night—and the next few after that

with the excuse he’s just ‘keeping warm’, of course

checks on you every time he wakes up in the night, groggily reaching out to make sure you’re still warm and okay

Obey Me! Masterlist

265 notes · View notes

luvrsux · 8 months

Text

“Obsession”

word count: 3.8k

summary: you started off as a bartender at some rundown club until a mafia group infiltrated your job unexpectedly but the leader himself grows quite keen to you

cw//tw: nsfw!! shooting, mentions of murder/killing, creampie, oral, praising, obsession

disclaimer: im in no way romantizating mafia/mafia gang organizations. this is for entertainment purposes only

On a rather lustful, midnight weekend, you were working as a waitress at a night men’s club, minding your own business serving customers while they gawked at the skimpy dancers on steel poles. The club was a rather expensive one, where people of riches and fortune could express it by merely breathing. Despite the town, your job paid you a terrible rate. You’ve grown to hate your job. Sure, security helped and protected the slim dancers on the poles with precision but it, unfortunately, didn’t apply for you. Your body would get catcalled and often groped unwontedly. You lost track of the number of bruises and nosebleeds you gave the disgusting men that lounged in your workplace.

You then heard a blood-curdling scream in front of the dimly lit building. The sheer amount of terror on the feminine shriek made your heart drop miles into the Earth’s core, watching a half-naked woman running out of the building flailing her arms before a bullet spiked straight there her skull.

Whatever beverage stood on your black tray immediately crashed into the carpeted floor upon watching the horrid scene. People pushed past you to escape the chance of ending up in the poor woman’s shoes. Your total shell-shocked state was the very reason you crashed onto the ground by the taller, broad bodies colliding with you. You winced in pain when your body landed in a not-so-comfortable position causing your ankle to sprain.

Before you knew it, the building attracted more corpses when the culprit watched the population pour out of the building. The person sure was trigger-happy. Tears swelled your eyes but you still managed to trace the figure of the man now holding a pistol.

“That’s enough, Yasopp” A voice, that was oddly soothing. Your heart pumped out of your chest once you eyed the man now approaching you. He had two other men sprout behind him like a plantation.

“What do we have here?”

He crouched to your level, analyzing your figure. You held your now unavailable foot, completely defenseless. Even if you tried to run, the man now named Yasopp would shoot you down with his eyes closed. You gulped.

“You’re cute” You saw a grin appear on his lips, as well as bright crimson hair. He had an index finger and thumb pull your chin up to his face. Pure terror overcame you.

“I know you hate this shitty job, love. Why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you an entirely new world”

Now here you are

It was a dark, midnight rainy night on Friday. The building you were being driven to was laying in only the most expensive city in the country. There were blinding lights all around, nearly suffocating your vision. The window tints only helped so much.

What made this specific Friday night so different was you were approaching the head of the Red-Haired Mafia group. This was a weekly thing, every night you’d be escorted in a rather ominous sleek, black limo quietly to his grand mansion for a quick “meeting”.

You wore a tight slim dress that provocatively opened at your chest. It barely reached the middle of your thighs, the hem that is. Your neck glistened with the jewels the boss kindly gifted you. The giant fur coat covering your shoulders was also a generous token from the redhead, making it especially sacred considering he delivered it to you not only in person but on your birthday. Your sugar-coated gifts were usually left at your door to avoid being detained by the federal authorities, so the coat was something you’d cherished.

You’ve grown attached to the boss and everyone knew you were his weekly fling. As you admired the bright lights springing past your tinted window, a slim glass of champagne in hand, you traced back to the very first time you met. Your first impression was pure terror, but as time passed when you realized this was now your life, you’ve gotten accustomed to it.

Shanks, the boss you were fucking every weekend and in an oddly intimate relationship with, did turn your life upside down. It gave you whiplash with how fast he bought you a new house, jewels, and prizes for simply existing in a way he appreciated. You wouldn’t praise the life you were currently living, but you definitely didn’t complain. If it weren’t for Shanks, you’d still be living in that run-down, rugged apartment and that hell of a job for as long as you can remember.

You knew Shanks would kill anyone who dared to wrong you, it’s happened before. Your “favorite” was when you were at a club with the man himself. He had an arm rest around the top of the cushioned seat, underneath being you sitting there pretty as ever. Your seating was in a secluded, VIP area where absolutely no one was allowed into. Of course, you and Shanks recklessly made love in the room several times before and everyone would know.

A random extra wanted to converse with Shanks himself, putting the passionate rough lovemaking on hold for now. To this day, you wondered how a guy can be so dumb as to blatantly hit on you in front of the man himself. Not wanting to get his hands bloody and off of you, he had one of his crew members suffocate the air out of his body in a blink of an eye.

“Get rid of the body, the lady doesn’t like it” Shanks immediately ordered once the body let out a croak. His mates nodded immediately, thus having the body leave your field of vision faster than a snap of the fingers. Shanks had his remaining hand cup the side of your face to turn to him.

“You only belong to me, and I’ll gladly get rid of anyone who decides to intervene, princess,” He said with a cold smile. His demeanor did something wrong to you, but it felt so terribly right. You appreciated the way Shanks’ heart had a rope tied around your own. You knew Shanks wasn’t lying, and he kept his word ever since, even before then.

Now, usually, Shanks would greet you in the limo inside to “prepare” you for what’s to come, not only simply sharing a few drinks. Upon getting into the seats and seeing his absence, you realized how much you longed for his presence.

Shanks - 12:34 PM

Sorry for not being there, princess. I have a few things to do first xx

Was the text Shanks left you a few moments before entering the fancy vehicle. You were growing antsy about meeting him as pure usual. He’s given you the best nights of your life for as long as you can remember being in his palms. Each week you’d only have your hopes set on Friday.

You finally arrived at your destined destination. You heard your chauffeur speak on his phone, alerting your “partner” about your sudden presence. You waited patiently for someone to open your door for you to waltz out elegantly. You’ve grown used to the prissy, princess treatment. You have been letting Shanks fuck your brain out for roughly a year and some change now.

“She’s here, boss” Is all you heard before the door swung open for you to flood out. Your heels make a firecracker sound upon impact once you stood up from your seat.

“You’re a doll, Roux” You cooed, receiving a pleased smile from the bigger guy that once escorted you to the grand building before you.

You approached the front steps, passing by the grand fountain in front that spurted water in several directions—a rather perfect centerpiece for the mansion. You eyed the security guard up front.

“Where is he?” You asked.

“On his way, ma’am”

“Always keeping me waiting…”

You grumbled, stepping foot on the steps. Your stiletto heels hadn’t stopped making that fire-cracking pop sound with every preppy step. You finally gazed upon a toned, broad body appearing in front. His draped trench coat draped over his body while he wore a loose white button-up and black slacks to match. He had a pleased grin at your mere presence. The redhead snaked his hand to grab yours, placing his lips on the surface of your hand. You felt his stubble tickle your skin, making you giggle.

“I missed you, princess” He cooed, pulling you close to his body.

Shanks wrapped a prideful arm around your shoulders, the fuzziness of your expensive coat tickling his veiny, toned arm. You smiled happily.

“You say that every time, dear”

“How could I not?” You felt Shanks breathe and caress your neck through the fluff. A chill slithered down your spine.

“You always make me feel good~”

You felt his eager lips collide with your own. He proudly smudged your glossed lips when the two lips synced together passionately. Shanks didn’t care if he was in the middle of the massive foyer, he thrived nothing more than publicly proving to everyone you belonged to him—and him only.

Your arms latched around his neck, only making his hands grope the fats of your ass through your slick, black dress. Your lips parted ever so slightly, giving the eager crimson-haired man to slither his tongue to dance with your own. At this point, you two were heavily breathing in each other's mouths. You clearly longed for his touch, and it didn’t help that Shanks reciprocated that same feeling. You felt his lips detach from yours, leaving a slight feeling of disappointment lingering in your body.

“Let me take you to my office, doll” He smiled. You felt arms bring your body upward to latch around his torso. The sudden movement made a giggle escape your lips.

Shanks slammed your rear on his pricy, wooden desk that was scattered with files and papers of his targets—but who was paying attention to any of that? You two were going at it in each other's mouths, not parting to breathe for a single minute. Shanks's scarred hand tore off the fur that coated your body with ease, tossing it wherever in his office room.

You released a small moan once you felt his hands travel mindlessly around your body. His hands tugged down the hem of the dress that covered your chest. Your breasts poured out like a tsunami to Shanks's entertainment. A hungry hand latched onto it with force, letting yet another moan travel out your mouth.

“Fuck, princess…” Shanks breathed in your mouth from pure pleasure. His arm, without a single hesitation, cleaned everything laying on his desk to create space for your body all for his pleasure.

His thirsty lips traveled to your open neck, painting the entire canvas with bruised marks made by his mouth and teeth. Each mark made a whimper escape your now smudged lips. Your hand stroked through his crimson locks with each passing second he was on your neck.

“Lay down, baby” His voice was muffled by the marks he was mercilessly making on your body, recharging the ones that were beginning to fade from previous “meetings”.

Your back made contact with the now bare desk, fully aware of the consequences that’ll occur if you didn’t oblige. Shanks moved his hands to your lace to peel them off with complete ease. To no one’s surprise, your slit was already wet and ready for Shanks's body. He chuckled, always enjoying the view of your throbbing cunt before he completely tore through it.

Shanks didn’t even bother taking your dress off from the sheer anticipation coursing through his sadistic veins. He just crinkled it upward to make a better opening. Your head was thrown back when Shanks grabbed your thighs to lay on his broad shoulders.

All you felt was a moist tongue graze along your lips and sensitive bud with one swipe and the slight sensation of stubble. Your long moan made Shanks chuckle, sending vibrations in your body.

Shanks went back into devouring your cunt while knowing exactly where your sensitive spots lay. His tongue made sure to explore each and every crevice like it was the last meal of his lifetime. The room was filled with your messy moans and the sounds of slush slurping by Shanks’ hungry mouth.

Shanks flicked his tongue over your bud, sending a mountain peak of pleasure through your core. You shrieked, suddenly feeling that tight knot begin to snap.

“Sh- aah aah~! Im about to cum, Shanks~!” You cried. Shanks only chuckled at your, what he can only describe as pathetic, reaction, sending those vibrations through your body once more.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck~!” You cursed, spurting out your secretions all on Shanks’ stubbled mouth. Shanks pulled away with a grin and a complete log in his pants while you watched him wipe the moisture off his face with an arm, all through completely distorted and blurred eyes. Your session was far from over though.

“Your turn?” You breathed heavily from your massive orgasm. Shanks still had that, as you like to describe it, sexy grin while he unbuckled his pants that were on the verge of bursting from his member.

“You know me so well~” He cooed, watching your sluggish body peel off the desk. You bit your lower lip and brought your body down to your shaken knees, your body still not fully recovered from your previous orgasm.

You saw Shanks’ member spring into your face. The intimidating size always caught you off guard each time he recoiled it onto you. You eyed the small number of sticky secretions spewing out of the hole from his arousal. You wrapped your hand around the base of it, making Shanks sharply hiss by your mere touch. You could tell he was longing for you ever since he saw you leave his place in your last appointment.

You placed a gentle kiss on the tip of it, making Shanks lightly jolt. He knew you were teasing him and he didn’t like it. Shanks’ excitement was getting way too much for him, and you were only making it worse.

“Open your pretty mouth, (F/N)” He ordered. You didn’t think he’d catch onto your sly antics so quickly. You obeyed submissively, extending your mouth agape in front of his throbbing, hot member.

You felt a hand rest on the back of your head, and it was the exact thing to push your mouth forcefully onto him whole. You let out a small yelp, followed by several sloppy gags by his girth and length. Shanks let out a long groan.

“Thaaaats it, doll~”

You began to bob your head back and forth along his size, gagging each and every time. Your hands gripped his pants, trying not to lose your breath in the middle of the session you impatiently longed for.

As soon as you looked up at Shanks with those “dumb” eyes, like he would call it, he felt like he lost all control. He used the hand that simply rested in your locks of hair to mercilessly skull fuck the air out of you.

Tears streaked down your face, completely smudging and ruining your makeup, but he didn’t care. In fact, he loved the way you’d look after he’d shove his cock far, far down your throat with his own hands. His groans and grunts became more consistent now that he was showing you zero remorse for your mouth and lungs. You tried every fiber in your body to fight through it.

“Yeah, take all of- mmmph~..! All of it in your mouth, princess” He breathed out. You didn’t stop looking up at him with teary, blackened eyes when he shoved every inch into your wet mouth faster than you can comprehend.

Shanks felt his long-awaited climax reach up to his core. He released a loving grunt when he slid your slobbering mouth off his member, a string of saliva connecting your plump lips with his dewed cock. He chuckled, completely in love with your distressed state and how quickly he ruined your caked face. You had saliva trickling down your chin and your chest expanded rapidly while you were catching your own breath.

"Your mouth is pretty with my cum and all, but I wanna dump it somewhere else, doll~"

In a blink of an eye, Shanks threw you back on that dark oak, glossed desk. Your bare breasts and stomach made direct contact coldly, making you shiver and flinch. His calloused hands grabbed the fats of your hips as handles. Your dress was still scrunched up to reveal your lower half—perfectly demonstrating the vast amounts of eagerness Shanks had for you when he laid his eyes on you at the doorway.

You felt the rose tip of his member caress your drenched opening, causing a whimper to leave your slobbering lips. Shanks hissed when the sensation of his hot member made contact with your cunt. Nothing, absolutely nothing, restrained him from him nosediving himself inside of your velvety walls forcefully. Shanks pushed a shriek out of your lips.

“Scream as loud as you want, princess~” Shanks cooed shakily, massaging your bruised thighs caused by the crimson-haired man completely breaking your mind with his cock. Shanks’ thrived on showing you off. Whether it be leaving marks, having you wear the jewels and gifts he gave you, or fucking your brain out in rather populated areas so people can hear your submissive moans and his hungry groans.

Shanks bucked his hips back and forth at a slow pace. He exhaled, feeling entirely pleased now that he finally got to feel your insides from a long, gruel week of waiting. You were all Shanks could think about, besides his rather gruesome occupancy, every week. He’d find himself teasing his wood through his pants at the mere thought of you and always contemplated invading your home just to release his urges. From the sheer obsession, Shanks had for you, an undercover bodyguard would look after you whenever he wasn’t there with you.

Shanks’ speed increased faster than you anticipated. After every stroke, you were rewarded with a sexy grunt or groan by the boss himself. You, on the other hand, were a moaning mess. You felt your own cervix being obliterated by Shanks’ merciless thrusts by the second.

“Oh, doll, you wrap around me so well” He groaned. His heavily scarred hand grabbed a handful of your now entangled hair. He yanked your head up to stare at the entire, fancy, well-kept room and the shut door.

That same door released a knock that was slightly suffocated by the sinful noises coming from both of you. There was no possible way the person behind the door couldn’t hear what was occurring in that office room, not with how loud you were moaning and how loud Shanks was pounding your body.

“Boss? We need the case file of our mission” A voice said from behind the door. You heard Shanks grumble.

He didn’t stop going crazy on your body while he searched the floor that carried scattered files of his targets he wanted dead. They all had one thing in common, but that didn’t matter right now since you both were only focused on climaxing.

“Im-.. fuck~.. Im busy!” Shanks yelled. Not a word was said after that, aside from your messy moans.

Your voice began to crescendo when that knot that was tightly built in your womb was beginning to snap. Your body was quivering before Shanks and he watched with a devious smile.

“Gonna cum, baby~?” He asked, knowing good and well what the answer was.

“Yes, sir… Mmmmph, Im gonna cum~!” You yelped.

Shanks admired your love juices spurting on his pelvis, knowing that he, yet again, made you climax hard and made your brain run blank. It was practically a talent to him.

“Good girl~” He praised, massaging your lower half while he let you ride out your hard orgasm. Shanks didn’t stop, though. You were bound to lose your ability to walk when he was finished with you but that wasn’t newborn at all.

Luckily, Shanks’ own climax was tailing behind yours. How you knew that the crimson man was about to dump his load was when his grunts would become breathless and he’d lightly chuckle from the amount of euphoria you gave him. He’d release one last loud groan, while it being slightly wobbly, and filled your hole past the brim with his seed.

“Fuck, baby~!” He shouted after his last pounding thrust, letting you feel the warm liquid flood your insides. You finally got an opportunity to catch your breath into your shriveled lungs and now worn-out throat.

You felt Shanks pull his huge girth out of your entrance, causing the waterfall of cum to pour out like a waterfall. You let out a long, soft moan when you felt all of the stuffing trickle down from your cunt to your leg.

“Let me get you cleaned up, princess” He smiled. While you were too busy trying to gather your consciousness together, Shanks buckled his pants and wiped off any remaining secretions lingering.

You rolled on your back to lift yourself up once your brain rebooted after being broken silly. Your hand lifted the fold that was scrunched down to cover your breasts and you cleared your throat.

“I’m gonna do my business. You think you’ll be alright being here while Im off?” Shanks himself tried to catch his breath while he picked up the scattered papers on the floor. He threw them beside you on the desk, them now at your reach.

“Of course. Don’t get yourself killed” You giggled. Your statement made Shanks chuckle.

You watched him barricade you with his arms by resting them on either side of the desk you were lovingly displayed on. Your hand was placed under his chin and then trailed to remove a red strand that lingered over his eyes.

“You worry too much, doll” He cooed.

You hummed and had your hand grab the files of soon-to-be deceased victims. Your eyes analyzed the pictures and your expression dropped. Shanks watched, entirely pleased like he wanted you to see what was in that cream-colored folder.

That one thing that they all had in common was that they all wronged you one way or another. Thanks to Shanks’ trusted undercover agent, he was able to pinpoint each and every person, entirely for your pleasure.

“Shanks…” You muttered. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to be flattered or astonished by the files presented before you. You saw the boss pull away and search in his desk drawer.

“I have a gift for you, my sweet (F/N)” He cooed, pulling out something you couldn’t quite make out yet. You expected a new necklace or diamond earrings, but not a glistening gold ring of the iconic gem that was now shining before you.

“I want to marry you. So that now you’ll officially be mine”

His words turned your mind upside down. What was a weekend fling soon turned into an intimate bond that was now formally being promoted to newlyweds. You hadn’t felt this content and safe with someone for as long as you could remember, and it was rather obvious that Shanks had an undying infatuation with you since the incident at the men’s club. Your words immediately birthed the word Shanks anticipated.

“Of course, boss~”

all licensing and ownership belong to eiichiro oda

#op x reader #fanfic #x reader #one piece #shanks #red haired shanks #shanks x reader #red haired pirates #mafia au #mafia #op x you

278 notes · View notes

pineappleandcake · 2 years

Note

this is like,,, kind of a crack concept, but imagine yandere Yelan stealing yan Pantalone's darling instead of his fur coat

AHHH IM SCREAMING, CRYING, BLUSHING, AND KICKING MY FEET RIGHT NOW SNISFNOISNFOIF OMG ANON U ARE A GENIUS OMGOMGOMG IOFWNWOSNFOISNONFZ I LOVE THIS ASK SO MUCH AHHHH

IM CALLING IT CANON NOW THAT SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD HAPPEN IF YANDERE PANTALONE HAD A DARLING. ITS TRUE BECAUSE IM HOYOVERSE.

tw : yandere themes and crack

I can imagine that Yelan would decide to steal you away from Pantalone as revenge for stealing her bracelet <3

Afterall how could Yelan not like you? You're so cute and adorable! No wonder why Pantalone kept you confined to his side. But don't worry about a single thing because Yelan will treat you like the cute little pet you are <33

Yelan would act so smug about it too. That girl is a sly bastard I can't even!!

Things with Yelan were quite weird in the beginning. You basically got transferred into the arms of one yandere into another. Although your situation with Yelan isn't really an improvement from Pantalone's situation. Your still captive and you don't even have your own freedom.

Yelan's embrace was so suffocating and you hated every single last bit of it. Not to mention her flirty personality never failing to make you feel embarassed as you try and cover your face which is as red as a tomato! You're so cute when you get flustered and Yelan loves knowing that you're blushing because of her <3

But at the same time, she's also a very dangerous Yandere. Afterall she quite literally managed to steal you away from the Regrator himself.

I can also imagine darling underestimating Yelan in the beginning too. You were excited because during your stay with Pantalone he was incredibly difficult to even escape from :((

Poor you because you think that it would be incredibly easy to escape from the clutches of Yelan. But Yelan worked so hard to get you and you're not getting away so easily..

Imagine that one night you run away from Yelan's home only to make it a few steps out the door and before you know it, one of Yelan's agents that you didn't know about who was sent to watch you drags you back into her home </3

Unfortunately for you, now you know that escaping from Yelan's grip is incredibly difficult. Especially with her embrace being so suffocating that you might even start wishing that Pantalone would come find you again :((( poor darling...

From that day onward, when Yelan isn't home a few of her agents will be watching you making sure that you don't try anything stupid. You don’t even dare try anything to save yourself the embarrassment of being dragged back.

Yelan is smart and intelligent so don't ever expect to outsmart her. She works for Ningguang herself and not every ordinary person can do that.

Another thing Yelan knows whenever you have an ulterior motive. She can read you like an open book.

What do you mean you want to go and take a walk? You're just using it as an excuse to run away.

You're not fooling anyone, she laughs at you and starts degrading you. Immediately you feel stupid for even trying to outsmart her.

If you had to be honest, you'd rather be with Yelan than with the Regrator. You hated the fatui with all your being and not to mention everyone knew of how cruel and ruthless they were.

Another thing is that Yelan is extremely unpredictable and you never know what might happen if you fuck up really badly. You're always on thin ice whenever you're within Yelan's vicinity; afraid of what would happen if you piss her off.

You sometimes complain about being stuck with her. But you make it seem like being in Yelan's care is the worst thing in the world, she tells you. If you're being a good pet then she won't be mean to you. Isn't that such a simple thing to follow?

Meanwhile things in the Snezhnaya are going haywire.

Imagine Pantalone's reaction once he found out that Yelan abducted you. He'd start cursing himself out because stealing away Yelan's precious bracelet was a terrible idea because she found a way to get back at him. What other better way to do that than to steal away his most precious jewel - you his poor darling.

Yelan is like 😎

While Pantalone is like 🤬 👺

He would absolutely throw a huge temper tantrum at the nerve that sly girl had. The audacity to steal his most precious thing away from him. More precious than any amount of mora in the world - you his poor darling.

"WHAT THE #$!@*& I HATE THAT GIRL SO MUCH THAT PIECE OF @$%^ WHAT A #@!?#*&^ ARCHONS YOU @!$%#" Plus a whole bunch of curses as he screamed in frustration as he ripped all of his documents on his office desk.

Once Pantalone finds out that Yelan abducted you, he would send fatui agents to gather information on where you could be at.

But at the same time, Pantalone knows that he can’t do much about it. If he were to kill Yelan then he’d literally be starting a war with Liyue itself.

But until then Pantalone has to hold on to his last shreds of sanity. Unfortunately though, no matter how much Yelan shields you away from the prying eyes of the fatui; you’ll be back in Pantalone’s arms at one point whether you like it or not.

You can expect that once Pantalone has you back, you are never leaving his sight ever again. He will make sure to always have you within arms length because he is making sure you won’t ever escape or ever worse; Yelan coming back for you.

He’ll force you to attend business meetings with him and wherever he goes, you’re forced to come too. You won’t be allowed to leave the house without Pantalone by your side. And by any special circumstances that Pantalone can’t be there to watch you, expect to be placed into Dottore’s care (who’s absolutely ruthless). If you ever try to escape from Dottore you’ll be forcefully dragged back as he explains to your boyfriend Pantalone about what had happened (who isn’t happy about it at all).

You’ll sleep with cuffs chained to the bed along with rope at your legs tied to the bedpost. Whenever you sleep Pantalone will tightly clutch you in his arms as he rests his chin atop your head. You can’t help but feel like he clutches you tightly because he’s afraid that you’ll leave again and he’ll have to go to bed without you by his side.

But based on the circumstances, that’s probably true.

Even Yelan wasn’t this horrible, you would think as Pantalone held you tightly.

For once in your life; you wish Yelan would come save you from him. Who knows? Maybe she’s could be plotting to get you back.

But until then, you hang on to the only sane part of yourself left. You tell yourself that you would make it out of this into freedom and you never gave up hope.

But sometimes, you wonder if you should just give up. You could never escape from the fatui.

But everyone has goals in their own life. Yelan’s goal was obtaining you in order to make Pantalone jealous.

What might be your goal you might ask?

Making it out of here in one piece.

Author’s note : Yay I finally finished this 😭. But congratulations because you’ve made it to the end 🧍🏻‍♀️I’m sorry it took so long but I saw this in my inbox the second the anon had sent it but I wanted to take my time because this is a really good concept idea! Anyways I might rewrite this and post it on my new blog @pineappleanddonut .

529 notes · View notes

wyrm-clangen · 5 months

Note

I am connecting the dots to make Shineivy’s death so angsty

This was on a patrol with Fierchasm who had just become a warrior at 15 moons which is later than most apprentices. She was also mentored by Riftstar

Shineivy likely had just recovered from birth that moon or maybe a moon before as her kits were 4-5 moons when she died.

Fiercechasm has the adventurous trait.

So here’s my idea- as likely one of her very first patrols post becoming a warrior Fiercechasm is sent on a patrol with Shineivy.

Likely Riftstar has to send out some patrols with Fogtail still heavily mourning rainstripe. Maybe he’s even hesitant to send Shineivy because she’s his mate and she just recovered from having kits but they don’t have the warriors to spare as likely pointed out by even Shineivy herself. So, for safety he has her sent with a warrior he knows he can trust to keep her safe- Fiercechasm.

It’s a simple patrol but precautions should be made especially in Leafbare. Still, Fierchasm is excited for her first patrol as a warrior. She’s not just an apprentice she’s equal to all the other warriors and can go any which way she desires.

When the weather starts picking up Shineivy points it out first but Fiercechasm, far too elated to be on this patrol as a warrior and feeling the urge to see explore more,insists they keep going.

Yet the storm picks up and the two are forced to hide in a cave for cover. The cave is then buried with snow leaving them trapped.

As they huddle together for warmth Shineivy may tell Fiercechasm to not fall asleep because she may not wake again if she does. And they both promise to keep the other awake. Yet, just for a moment Fiercechasm allows herself to close her eyes and she falls asleep

Eventually Fiercechasm would awaken shivering with snow coated on her fur but alive. Some snow had toppled down revealing a way out of the cave. When she notices Shineivy’s limp body she doesn’t worry at first and may even find it humorous, both promised not to fall asleep but both did. Something they can both laugh about when Shineivy wakes up

Yet Shineivy is not moving, and not breathing, Fierchasm tries to feel for a heart but finds nothing. Though she’s not a medicine cat so who knows. (She does. She does. But she’ll deny it as long as possible) she instead starts trying to drag Shineivy’s body out of the cave to get help. (If she doesn’t do it now will she get a chance to bury the body later…)

Likely Fiercechasm is intercepted by a patrol who is searching for her. With how harsh the storm was ,even Riftstar knew sending out warriors to search for his mate would be a death sentence but as soon as the storm clears warriors are sent out to find any signs of where they are..

And of course they find Fiercechasm struggling to drag Shineivy’s body with her and even without a medicine cat it is easy to tell that Shineivy is gone.

(This went on for longer then I thought lol. Hopefully my ramblings made some sort of sense)

OHHHHHHH MY GOD OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD- SOBBING SCREAMING THROWING UP

Fiercechasm's voice shaking from the cold while she tries to reassure Shine that they're almost home. Shineivy not responding, but that's- that's fine.

The idea of her thinking this would be such a funny story to tell when they got home- the two of them falling asleep in the cave despite their promise not to. Shineivy- bright eyed and snarky as always, would make some silly joke about how she'd earned a nap for putting up with a pebble-brained young warrior like her, and Fiercechasm would laugh because somehow the older molly's jokes always managed to make her feel warm inside- I'M PUNCHING WALLS.

WHO WAS ON THE SEARCH PATROL??? Like, I can't imagine Riftstar NOT going, but also Plum DEFINITELY volunteers-

NOW I'M IMAGINING RIFTSTAR'S FACE WHEN THE PATROL FOUND THEM, IM GONNA EAT DRYWALL AND SOB

#wyrmasks #trinomew #shineivy #fiercechasm #riftstar #GOD

52 notes · View notes

hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

Note

This just popped in my head but hear out….Chubby!Thor dressed as Santa for Tony’s annual kids Christmas party! With you being mrs. Claus!! 🥹🥹🤭🤭🤭

Santa Claus is Coming to Town

Chubby!Thor x plus size reader

The Avengers have a special guest coming to Christmas this year, Santa Claus! And what’s Santa without his Mrs Claus and maybe a little elf too

Warnings: fluff, pregnant reader

WC: 608

Minors DNI

“Ho! Ho! Ho!” A deep voice came from down the hall, immediately sending the small throng of children into a screaming frenzy, each trying desperately to break from their parent’s arms to run to the source of the jolly laughter.

You smiled brightly as you walked alongside your husband, carefully balancing a tray of cookies you spent hours decorating while with the other, you adjusted the red hat that was slowly slipping off your head. Thor bounced with each step he took, his long beard dyed white for the occasion, as well as his hair, which had been partially tied back in a bun.

The red suit coat tightly wrapped around his large belly and you would be lying if you said that it didn’t turn you on like nothing else. A heavy brown sack was thrown over his broad shoulder, the presents inside rattling with each step.

“It’s Santa!” That was definitely Morgan’s screech, it sounded scarily similar to her father’s. And as you rounded the corner, the screams increased in pitch, getting dangerously close to dog whistle territory. His blue eyes twinkled brightly behind a pair of fake glasses, thoroughly excited to bring Yuletide cheer to the small army of children.

“Where are all the children?”

“Here Santa!” They shouted as you rounded the corner and were immediately swarmed. Pairs of tiny hands reached for Thor’s coat, yanking on the fur trim while others tried to grab some of the cookies in front of you.

The Avengers gathered around in a semicircle around you, the parents of the group keeping a close eye on their kids. Billy and Tommy were attempting to grab the huge bag of presents from your husband as Cassie, AJ and Lila carefully took some baked goods off your tray, Morgan was shouting questions at Thor, not giving him enough time between each one for him to answer. And Cass was slyly examining your costumes as if trying to determine if you were the real thing as Cooper held his baby brother up so his little toddler hands could feel the soft jacket.

But Thor took it all in stride. He answered as many questions as he could while moving his sack just enough that the troublesome twins couldn’t get into it and reassuring the young Wilson that he had come from the North Pole for a very special visit with Mrs Claus.

“Yes children and we have some gifts for you!” You spoke up this time, saving the god from another round of impossible questions. The tray of cookies was quickly placed to the side (and then promptly stolen by Bruce) so you could usher the children over to the seat beside the huge Christmas tree.

They swarmed him as he sat down, each keen to receive a present from Santa. They neatly sat around his feet as he began to tell the well-rehearsed story you had helped him practice last night. Most of the adults snuck from the room seeing as the kids were entertained. Only Sam remained behind, sneaking closer to you so he could whisper in your ear.

“What did you get Santa for Christmas Mrs Claus?” You rolled your eyes and gave him a subtle shove with your shoulder. He already knew, in fact he knew what your gift was before you did.

“Well it’s more like a gift for next year, a little elf all of our own.” Sam gave you a smile and a pat on the back as your own hands came to rest on your stomach, almost feeling the little flutters of the life growing there. It would be the best Christmas ever.

Marvel Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Join my taglist!

All works

@im-a-slut-for-fluff @alexxavicry @ravenwings73 @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @silverfire475 @psychadelichues @mvyalx @km-ffluv

Marvel

@lokiandbuckysdoll @andreasworlsboring101 @pretty-npeach @luvvvjada

Thor

@raajali3 @honkytonkbabe @nini-trash-forever @itsbqueenthings @mandyzsick101 @galaxydj654 @getoutofthere @blasianbitchhh @theweepingvulcan91 @springdandelixn @valen-yamyam16 @ladyburberry @im-a-satanic-ritual @l9ckheed @tinyinfluencerharmony @r0si5 @kittycatkrissa @justanotherpasserby-blog

#request #thor odinson x reader #thor odinson x plus size reader #thor odinson x pregnant reader #thor odinson x you #thor x reader #thor x plus size reader #thor x pregnant reader #chubby!thor #chubby!thor x plus size reader #thor x you #thor odinson x y/n #thor x y/n #pregnant reader #tw pregnancy #fluff #plus size reader #female reader

275 notes · View notes

sublime-linguist · 7 months

Text

Been thinking about furry hrt

It hurts to walk on my legs, to not have a tail to brush against someone, something to balance me, to make the weight of my own body bearable.

People know im not walking right, they call it an "autistic walk" or a "limp", but i know they can feel that something is *wrong* with me. This walk is supposed to belong in a different body.

I keep hearing about it, i know they used it experimentally on some girl a month or two ago in france – they say its dangerous, unnatural, if not an outright joke. I keep my copy of that magazine carefully tucked in between the rest that pile up on the bench, never really ready to admit to anyone that "yeah i heard about that girl... what a fucking freak... to *do* that to your body?"

I cant tell them that it feels like the archangle gabriel himself has just flown down from the heavens to spoonfeed me pudding, that this is the first possibility, the first hope, that has made my heart beat in years – i dont get hopes, i get tasks, and maybe a treat if i understand the assignmemt.

Its not like ill ever be able to afford it, I can hold an odd job here or there, but anything beyond that starts to scrutinize, starts to notice. Im living off of my family now, shitty as that feels. They say its fine, that im spreading my wings, figuring it out, i know they're worried, and i want to scream at them sometimes – its not wings i want.

I want a tail

I want a coat of fur, matted, floofed I dont care.

This skin is too bare, too rough.

I want my mouth to be a snout, i want to chomp, to nuzzle, to sniff, not these poor approximations i save for my bemused partners in the dead of night.

Where are the soft pads on my feet, where are my *claws*? Oh god where are my claws? I have been declawed without pain, i think, maybe this is a good thing, I'd never have to have that surgery, that risk.

I hate that fox on the cover, we don't even know if it works for cats, but i don't care, ill take the fox genes i don't care, they say foxes are like cats right? I don't care.

#furry #furry hrt #writing

31 notes · View notes

goferwashere · 1 month

Note

Are aran and sodas distain for monsters specific or just general? (I.e. did monsters kill their grandma's or something)

~ fan-mans

AWAHSHS GOOD QUESTIONNN IM GLAD YOU ASKED

Soda’s hate is pretty general, no real personal motives behind it (aside from… y’know.. wanting the monsters out of boxing)

But Aran…

He would never, NEVER admit it. But he does have a past.

In his hometown, a rural village in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, they had a real problem with monsters. Or more specifically, werewolves. As a kid there would be days on his farm where he would wake up and their fields were coated in blood. They lost a lot of their livestock so often it became a real money issue for their family. Which is partially why Aran picked up boxing.

But his trouble with werewolves didn’t end there. Once he got into the ring locally, he was completely unaware that it was a gathering ground for all the werewolves to meet. Everyone was in rather good spirits, happy to meet what they thought was a freshly turned werewolf. He was happy to be with an accepting crowd, and happily stepped into the ring with what he thought was another beginner. Aran barely survived his first match, and sat back and watched afterwards, until the sun was starting to go down.

They carted out the corpses of freshly killed animals, and everyone was excited. Aran, caught completely off guard went into the bathroom. He freaked out appropriately, then returned only to scream when all the people had turned into hulking beasts of fur. All eyes turned to him, and he thought he was going to die on the spot.

The werewolves gave chase. Obviously. Aran got very lucky that night.

But the next day, Aran awoke to find some men from the bar the previous night standing outside. They ambushed him and took him back to the bar, where everyone was awaiting them. Mutually, with Aran present, decided that instead of killing this teenager they would just… have fun with him. Throw him into the ring as practice new werewolves to get their bearings. They did warn him though, that if he told anybody about what was happening, they would kill him and his family.

Aran had to fight to survive. He picked up a good number of his dirty tricks from his days of trying not to be mauled. He did whatever it took to win. From then on he carried the sentiment that life couldn’t possibly be fair.

#punch out!!#punch out #aran ryan #soda popinski #punch out monster hunter au #THANKS FOR THE ASK 🤭#I love making things up on the fly it’s so fun

12 notes · View notes

strawbubbysugar · 5 months

Note

Okay so I'm now terrified for the reader's mental state because I just realized something! And if it's going down the rabbit hole that I think its going down then the reader needs more than just therapy to come to terms with what their life came to in a couple of weeks time.

Because just imagine that you got news that your fiancé is "dead/decommissioned" days before the wedding and married his brother who you had a childhood crush on and has guilt because you had feelings for him.

You somehow murdered your father-in-law mere seconds after the wedding with a rigged crown your Barny fossil of a father gave you.

You find out that Moon had been alive this entire time. (Thinking that they still have separate bodies)

Come to find that your dad had a previous family and you met your sister.

Also finds out that Sun had lied to your face about Moon being "dead/decommissioned" and was infact in his code the entire time, making you feel worse about what you said to Sun to comfort the poor guy.

Finds out your sister is psycho and wants to use your body like a fur coat in winter.

Sun drops the nuke that "Hey, you know that dead guy in the creepy cellar we just used to "kill" your sister? Yeah him, so he is alive and is your brother!"

So now not only do you have one but two siblings your dad did not tell you about, and the siblings conveniently left out each other (and if Michael does not mention your third sibling I will scream into the void!).

But what I'm most scared of is the lack of our second brother being mentioned or spoke about, almost as if he was out of the older siblings lives for quite some time, and the fact that there is something genetically wrong with dear papa and his kids...

P.S. I absolutely love the roller-coaster of emotions Bethroned strapped me into, you are an amazing writer who deserves all the love and support you get :).

Also sorry if this is a bit long...😅

Haven’t been able to figure out how to respond to this besides THANK YOU SO MUCH AND IM SO GLAD YOURE ENJOYING IT!!! <3<3<3 (also, excellent summary!!!)

#ask #bethroned #bethroned spoilers

37 notes · View notes

princesssmars · 1 year

Text

cuffing season

a jim hopper x reader fic

el has been begging hopper to go see a concert of some new up and coming artist. hopper doesnt get the hype until he finally hears you sing.

wc : 1.266

contains: reader is famous and kind of. an 80s sza i guess ??? idk u perform cuffin season and hopper is whipped.

- s/n : stage name -

a/n: as soon as i heard this song i think we all thought of him. confirmed byt the dozens of edits ive seen and shared so yall saw this coming. enjoy.

hopper loved jane with all his heart. her entrance into his life gave a new meaning to his world; a new sense of purpose (even if he sometimes likes to act like an all-tough macho man, almost everyone he was close to saw him for the big softie at heart he was.)

but god damn was raising a teenage daughter hard.

he gave it his all and he could tell that she knew it, remembering to say thank you after every nice gesture. she often liked to throw in a little hug as well. he was lucky she was a sweetheart.

but of course given her upbringing in a government lab and being suddenly thrust into the modern world, she wanted more. she wanted to fit in.

so hop wasnt surprised when she asked to go to her first concert.

she had seen a commercial on the television for it at mikes house while hanging with the party, the artist being a woman called s/n who was going to perform some of her songs that had become very popular recently. hopper only listened to his favorite stations, so hes never heard of her songs on the radio.

but, it was the middle of fall nearing winter, and there wasnt much to do in hawkins this time of year, so he reluctantly agreed to drive jane and the party to indianapolis to go see the concert.

(hes barely able to survive the drive. he loves these kids but jeez could they talk about everything but nothing for hours.)

eventually they check in at their overnight hotel before heading to the outdoor venue, their seats being more near the stage.

(this trip cost quite a pretty penny but only the best he could get for them of course.)

its chilly and even snowing a bit but none of the people here even seem to mind, most on the edge of their seats while waiting for the show to start.

jane and max are excitedly whispering amongst themselves while the boys watch on and occasionally join in.

as the lights start to dim in preparation for the show, hopper catches dustin bouncing on the balls of his feet with a big smile on his face.

"what are you so giddy about? probably just gonna be some regurgitated pop songs..." hopper mumbles, confused at the boys excitement.

"no way! you obviously havent heard her most recent song. ever since it came out girls have been all over me. im dedicated to susie but its super cool."

hopper is about to ask him to elaborate when the screams of hundreds suddenly rings out, the lights on stage coming back up to officially start the performance.

when the lights turn on and the music starts, hopper can feel his breath get caught in his throat at the sight of you.

you, probably the most gorgeous woman hes ever seen, looking like an angel in a red fur coat ready to bless the masses. hes too busy staring straight at you that he barely registers your greeting to the audience, and only starts to pay attention when you start singing.

its cuffing season

and all the girls are leavin

to get a big boy

i need a big boy

give me a big boy

your lyrics and the confidence you give while saying them makes his face flush like a damn teenager. he cant remember the last time (or any time for that matter) where he heard a song targeting someone built like him, most songs in the radio desiring someone younger, thinner, and more muscular.

there are other woman singing/rapping along with you saying little jokes about bigger guys that granted do make him chuckle a bit. but even though your part in the song is small, he mostly keeps his eyes on you.

near what hes sure is the closing of the song, as you sing your repeated chorus and move along to the music, your eyes lock on his and his heart damn near stops when your smile widens after looking him up and down, singing while directing the lyrics to him.

its cuffin season

and now weve got a reason

to get a big boy

i want a big boy

give me a big, big, big boy

you wink at him before turning your attention back to the audience, wrapping up the song before continuing the rest. hopper feels a tugging on his arm, looking down at his beaming daughter who looks happier than hes ever seen her.

"shes so pretty! and i love her voice! isnt this so cool?!" she shouts over the music, slightly jumping up and down in excitement.

hopper smiles at her enjoyment, slightly chuckling along with her. "yeah, yeah shes cool, hon."

throughout the rest of the concert hopper finds himself enjoying it more and more, his eyes staying on you nearly the whole time. you make eye contact a few more times, and each time you send a flirtatious smile in his direction.

eventually the performance comes to a close, the kids still hyped and buzzing talking about their favorite parts. just as they're about to head out a security guard stops them.

"is there a problem? one of these kids didnt so something, did they?" jim asks, sending a pointed look in the kids direction, all of them standing still as statues.

"no, nothing wrong at all sir." the guard assures. "s/n is having a vip meet and greet backstage and invited your party to say hello and get some autographs."

hopper doent think hes ever seen the kids get so excited so quickly, but then again they were going to meet their first celebrity.

when its finally their time to meet you, you give them a great big smile and "hello!". you act so well with the kids, answering any question they have and taking a multitude of pictures. he stares on in fondness until you turn your attention to him.

"hi, your daughter told me your name is jim, right?"

"everyone just calls me hopper." he responds, trying to hide how hes slightly nervous in your presence. it was t everyday he met someone equally talented and drop dead gorgeous. "i uh...liked your song. the first one."

"mmm, pretty sure you more than liked it." you tease him, laughing when he looks away from you. "im glad you enjoyed it. me and my friends just wanted to show more love to guys of our type."

"your type huh? and im guessing by how you kept looking at me id fit in to your criteria?" he asks you bluntly, feeling proud when he sees you slightly flustered.

"youd more than fit, trust me-" youre blatant innuendo is cut off by your manager tapping you on the shoulder, whispering in your ear that you should start wrapping things up.

a deep sigh leaves you, sharing just another little moment with him before moving back to your table, writing something on a note and giving it to him with a smile.

he doesnt have time to look at it until later on during the drive home, most of the kids having tuckered themselves out from talking about the show and falling asleep one by one. he carefully pulls the note out of his jacket pocket, holding it in one hand while he drives with the harder.

its your name and number, with just a sentence of writing below them.

call me whenever youd like, big boy.

and in that moment, hopper has never been more grateful for his daughter.

a/n: i dont have anything to say need him bad. bigger boys girls nd everyone in between we love yall. thanks for reading <3

#jim hopper x reader #jim hopper #chief hopper #chief hopper x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things #jane hopper #max mayfield #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #will byers

94 notes · View notes

scarabies-real · 1 year

Note

the jamlets?

OH IM SO EXCITED TO SHARE THIS WITH YALL

I’m working on a fic where Jellie has kittens and the experiencing of co-parenting brings Scar and Grian together. I have called Jellie’s kittens “the Jamlets” and I will not be taking criticism thank you. I did actual genetics to come up with these kittens. There are seven in total! Here they are!

Apricot:

Coat length: short

Coat color: red

Pattern: spotted tabby

Eye color: green (like ref)

Gender: tom

Other: Same white pattern as Jellie (couldn’t find a good ref)

Personality: extremely adventurous, constantly getting into sticky situations. He has orange cat syndrome and is dumb as bricks. Once ate a bee that made his whole face swell up when he was a kitten and Scar had several consecutive panic attacks. Grian is his favorite person and he makes it everybody else’s problem (destroys things when he’s not around to play.)

Peach:

Coat length: long

Coat color: cream bi-color

Pattern: classic tabby, ( tabby markings faint from dilution)

Eye color: green (like ref)

Gender: tom

Personality: Extremely shy around new people, one very anxious little boy. He picked one person to like (Scar) and is terrified of all others. If a cat could be the personification of anxiety that’s him. Is very agile and graceful but you hardly see him show off.

Strawberry:

Coat length: long

Coat color: red

Pattern: classic tabby (tabby markings are faint, genetically solid)

Eye color: gold

Gender: tom

Personality: Orange cat syndrome like his brother but he’s extremely mad about it at all times. Would fight god and win. Is rarely called by his actual name but rather by various nicknames such as “Grumpus, “Sourpuss,” “Crabbypants,” “Hot Pepper,” “Spicy,” “Mr. Murder Mittens,” “Lord Murderberry,” and “NO NOT MY ANKLES LEAVE ME ALONE!!!”

Blueberry:

Coat length: short

Coat color: blue silver (tuxedo white markings)

Pattern: classic tabby

Eye color: copper

Gender: mollie

Personality: Off the walls 24/7. She came out looking pretty much like a fainter Jellie clone and they thought she would be calm but no, she’s very much like her father (affectionately called “batshit insane”) god help you if you come within spotting distance with her favorite toy (bread twist ties) or if you need to go the bathroom (not alone you won’t!)

Basil:

Coat length: short

Coat color: black

Pattern: mackerel tabby

Eye color: amber

Gender: tom

Personality: LOUD. HE SCREAM. Dramatic little boy he will throw himself in front of your feet and yowl as if you have stepped on him, then gaslight you into giving him a treat even if you did not step on him. Scar calls him his little insurance fraudster. Grian calls him a menace. He is constantly on the brink of starvation and he CANNOT believe you are such a cruel and horrible owner to not feed him, really, do you WANT him to die!? Feathers are evil and must be defeated. It is 4am so he must sing the song of his people and do zoomies around the house.

Mixed Berry “Miss Berry”:

Coat length: long

Coat color: tortoiseshell (dilute, low-white)

Pattern: genetically solid, faint mackerel tabby markings in red fur

Eye color: Green

Gender: mollie

Personality: Constantly judging you. She’s better than you and she knows it. The tortitude is REAL. She’s fairly aloof but food motivated and tolerates everyone to some extent. Only really gets excited about Pearl visiting. Secretly likes her siblings and Grian and Scar but don’t you dare point it out. Never called by her actual name, she’s either “Miss” “Miss Berry” or “Missy.” Treated like a queen. Thinks she’s the favorite. Don’t tell her she’s not.

Kiwi:

Coat length: short

Coat color: black (tuxedo markings and socks, face markings—mustache)

Pattern: solid

Eye color: green

Gender: mollie

Personality: The actual favorite. A very adventurous cuddle bug! If she’s not hunting dust bunnies she’s always in someone’s lap. LOVES to greet strangers and loves being held like a baby. Has a weird fixation with water that cost Scar thousands of dollars (turned on the gap and flooded the entire bathroom.) She has to drink out of a water fountain or tap or she doesn’t drink at all. She gave Scar and Grian a scare when she was born and Scar has Never Gotten Over It. She likes Mumbo to a disturbing degree. They have matching mustaches. He would die for her.

The father: Peanut Butter

coat length: short

coat color: chocolate

pattern: spotted tabby

eye color: amber

Gender: tom (obviously)

Personality: Was originally skittish but has since become a menace to society. He likes to eat trash and start fights. He was supposed to be an indoor cat after Grian found him, but he’s an escape artist and likes to cause panic on purpose. He’s where Blueberry and Apricot get their 0 chill personality. There’s something wrong with him probably. Has street smarts but is horrible at putting them into practice. Constantly getting stuck in things. Called PB for short or “little mans”

The mother: Jellie

coat length: short

coat color: black tortoiseshell silver (mask and mantle white pattern)

pattern: classic tabby

Eye color: green

Gender: mollie (obviously)

Personality: the one true Queen we all know and love. Is a little more of a sneaky girl in this but still so so sweet and a major cuddle bug. What Jellie Wants Jellie Gets. Scar’s instincts to maim and kill for her only get worse when he realizes he’s a grandpa.

Yes I did literal actual genetics research to figure out her coat color and what her kittens could look like no I’m not okay. I had no idea she was a tortoiseshell and not just a black silver until I looked at close up pics and saw she has red (diluted to cream by the silver gene, so it just looks like rufousing) fur interspersed throughout her flank and belly and on her face. I’m so insane about this she’s such a pretty girl.

Anyways PLEASE ask me about the Jamlets or PB&J or Scar and Grian and how the fic goes I have so much knowledge rattling around up here and I want to share it with the world NOW!!!!!

#there is no sign of land #burdened with knowledge #they’re in the walls th #jamlets au #hermitcraft fanfic #jellie and the jamlets #jellie the cat #jellie gtws #hermitshipping #scarian #thwop boop #long post #images

62 notes · View notes

isasan347 · 30 days

Note

Hey did you know that weasels are actually very amazing?

Weasels are some of the best hunters, they spend most of their time hunting due to their insanely high metabolisms!

In fact, weasels will hunt creatures up to 10 TIMES the size of them!A lot of weasels also over-hunt to store the prey (usually mice) for later. A lot of times a mouse's den is really just a meal and bedroom combo.

Weasels have something called a "war dance" they do when they hunt, especially animals of much bigger sizes!

They'll dart back and forth swiping and dodging, essentially flop jumping about everywhere confusing their opponents!

The reason weasels are considered "sneaky tricksters" is actually because of that overhunting I've mentioned earlier!

You see weasels have gone into chicken coups and KILLED EVERY SINGLE CHICKEN INSIDE EVEN THOUGH THEY COULDNT POSSIBLY STORE, MUCH LESS TAKE, ALL THE CHICKENS. BUT THEIR INSTINCTS ARE JUST CONSTANTLY GOING AT LIKE 487 MILES A MINUTE THEY ARE SO ENERGETIC YOU CAN NOT STOP THEM-

Anyways, weasels are also lean and long for a good reason! It helps them squirm into the dens of rodents (or chicken coups). The thing is that winter is ultra cold, if they decide to fatten up like other creatures then they'd be chunky and wouldn't fit into the small spaces they need! So they have insanely dense coats with several times the hairs per square inch compared to us! Unfortunately this had made these tiny guys (usually only a foot long) be targeted for their furs :( That's way too small to even justify "oh we need it for a coat" and maybe Im biased but I just think its MEAN-

Also weasels being associated with tricksters was actually started by an old old (Disney I think?) cartoon where a character had that trait. A few other animations paired with a storybook about a similar character eventually lead the idea of a "darn weasel!" to be popularized!

At least that's how I remember all this this is all straight from the junk drawer in my brain made for screaming about random animals

enjoy!

Da fuq

#ask for Isa #interesting facts #save for later #indigo? this u?

4 notes · View notes

absolutebl · 1 year

Note

hi just wanted to yell about something i love and didn't really feel like screaming into the void-

DIVERSE GENDER EXPRESSION IN THAI BLS. I NEED MORE. like not gender identity so much, because i think thats a long time coming (but thank you daisy and june for paving the way for nb rep in bl), but like the way that our cis boys do gender. like my best examples are nuea, mon, and somewhat kaeng from y-destiny and kinn's best friend from kinnporche.

i call nuea, somewhat kaeng, and the bsf’s character portrayals examples of thotification, but what i mean is like the fishnet shirts, the high heels, the make-up, the massive fur coats, and... just the slinky, cat-like physicality of the characters all seem to signify a play-around with gender stereotypes and expression.

thotification is good in its own right (and by good i mean GOD-TIER) but with mon we get the other side of this: nalagifying. this is when a character is cute and sweet, but also femme in dress so i wouldn't call earth’s character in my only 12% nalagified, but he does come pretty close.

(yes i know i mentioned y-destiny multiple times but it does pretty well in diversifying the the gender expression of its characters)

now, both of these are pretty tame, in my opinion. but i think that in 2023 there will be more of thotificated and nalagified characters, and that means that we're half way to having full boys-in-skirts type shenanigans.

what i think we'll have to watch out for if this goes mainstream, is this becoming only applied to uke characters, or being played off as predatory if applied to a seme character. or worse still, played as a sign of weakness or caricatured.

im kinda disappointed in taiwan for not picking this shit up at least once, but it is what it is.

yeah, so if you know any characters who fuck around with gender expression outside of being a one time joke, that would be pretty sick.

thank you for letting me yell,

~linc

Enthusiastic yelling is a win. Would you put Jean from Coffee Melody in there too? Kpop influence a bit, perhaps?

Do you follow cooheart (smol Earth's) IG? It's a fucking blessing.

#asked and (not really) answered #thai bl #thai actors #earth katsamonnat #cooehart

43 notes · View notes

wolfmoonblues · 1 year

Text

a quick werewolf short story im not publishing anywhere else okay bye <3

(Temp project name! Beauwolf: Wulven Knight. hopefully a drawn comic eventually bc i'm very bad at sharing written word lol)

Feel free to reblog, comment, follow, or like! If it gains traction I may continue it, and if not, I simply hope you enjoy :)

To begin: there is a wolf, and a girl, and a dragon. The wrought trials of a crusading animal duel have ceased after tirades of blood-slicked blades and roaring fire. Here beauty and beast crouch together as one singing and smoke-blackened heart, unsure in their fate at the whim of an even mightier monster before them, and the final flag remains to be thrown.

Though thrilling from the fear, the princess plays the dead rabbit well. She is still, and barely lets herself whimper as the great black wolf coils its body over hers. It lifts her up to its quivering lips and wet nose and adrenaline capsizes her every remaining ability to move. Under the jealous shadow of the beast, she hears its drum heart and the whistling, violent creaks of exertion, and when she drops her head back, its jaws crack open. They are gleaming and stained gold. The rush of hot breath sends goosebumps down to her chest.

It clamps a foaming maw over her neck, but the teeth don’t puncture. The touch is achingly delicate, hot and gentle over the prone neck—but one notch of pressure, and blood would pop and fill its mouth like overripe fruit.

The wolf growls. The sound freezes the maiden further. It’s a low, vibrating instrument and thrums in her ears with terrifying determination. At the warning note, the wicked dragon before them staggers to its feet. It’s twice the wolfbeast’s size, ichor-drenched and ragged from a moonlit battle, and it has decided, wisely, to count its losses. After a last vile glare, the massive villain slinks away. The wolf stares it down, a relentless snarl jumbling through its teeth at any sign of hesitation, until the fearsome lizard flaps its herculean wings and heaves itself into the dawn. They do not move until it’s a shadow in the clouds.

For a moment, the princess fears, manically, that the trust she had was merely lunatic hope. The werewolf does not let go. In fact, the teeth seem to begin pinching through skin. She gawks, drags her hands up to its neck and almost clasps it as if in prayer.

“Please—let go. Please.” She begs with her open mouth and grasping hands until the wolf, shaking, vomits her from its mouth. Before she can drop to the stone, it catches her—and they collapse, one body and then two.

It takes a moment for the wash of post-panic cold to leave her. She heaves herself up by the elbows and finds herself cradling the massive brute head of the beast. White scars criss and cross its pelt, but more urgently, blood and ichor from fresh wounds streak through its fur. The mess sticks to the princess’s skin. The wolf’s body kicks and convulses, and every breath wretches a pained cry from its entire body. The princess searches vainly for cause, until the sun lighting the horizon finally yields an answer. With the full moon gone, the lycan curse bades them alone at last.

The werewolf’s bones snap and knit tighter and tighter, pushing a new terrain from skin and muscle, and the monstrous screams of pain become gulping, human sobs. The fur recedes, or sheds—she’s not quite sure—until what’s left is a starkly naked woman, shivering and bleeding under a heavy coat of furs.

As the princess realizes she’s now instead clutching a very human head in her hands, attached to a very human body, she finally follows a charged emotion other than panicked fear: panicked care. She tears the sleeves of her dress away and finds a wound to wrap them around—a nasty gash close to the collarbone. With a half-dead grunt, the woman strewn on her lap reaches up and pushes her hands away. She forces her eyelids open and looks at the princess. Her eyes are the color of coal and night, and the bridge of her nose is smeared with blood, and it’s the most intensely anyone has ever stared at her. She strains to reach over again, but the knight’s grip strengthens and she forces her gaze to hers once more, this time unshakeable. She gives the faintest of disapproving grumbles—almost a growl, the princess swears—and then curls into a fetal position under her cape and is still.

–

She doesn’t move for hours. The princess has time enough to wash up, feed the horse outside, and prepare a lonely lunch before there is any movement from her rescuer. It’s quick, as well—one minute, she’s the lump on the floor, the next, she’s sat stretching her arms behind her back.

The princess watches from behind a stone outcropping. The knight’s back, gored the night before, is stitched together with threads of healed white sinew. Her entire body is downy with black, curly hair that trails from the nape of her neck and hugs in swirls around her shoulders and thighs, thickest at her hands and feet. She turns her head to yawn and dull fangs poke from under stretchy, cracked lips. Her ears are pointed and her hair is as well, and the princess’s stomach turns from the queerness of it all.

She doesn’t realize her transfixation until she cling-clangs against the lunch pots at her feet. The knight’s head whips around, unnaturally almost. A flash of assessment, and the dangerous reflex quells from her rigid stance. She pushes herself up and pads over to the princess in what feels like one swift motion. The princess stumbles back on instinct. She leans against the outcropping to catch herself and finds the knight already with her, standing close enough to count the fuzzy hairs on her neck.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”

The knight says nothing but cocks her head to the side.

“I—I made you lunch. I thought you might be hungry. And there’s water and bandages, too, if you’ll take them.”

The woman’s face softens, just for one second. She turns to look at the spread and tilts her chin up with an agreeing nod.

The princess’s cheeks burn and chest tightens. She feels, somehow, like an idiot, but also very reasonable, and it mostly makes her confusedly indignant. “You don’t have to take it.” She manages to sputter. The woman-knight is taller than her. Her frame is lanky, and had it not been that she’d seen her nearly kill a dragon last night, she would appear unassuming in build.

She is also still freshly naked, and smells like wet hair and earth. The princess tries to find purchase anywhere but her gaze and her eyes travel downwards. She wears a necklace—a metal crucifix. Where it sits her skin burns red and raw.

This captivates her, until the soft brush of fingers against her neck flings her to the present. She flinches, and finds the knight looking despairingly at her throat. Teeth marks ring around it, bruising.

She catches the question in the knight’s gaze and hums, “Oh, did it hurt? No, not much.” Her eyes travel and try for distraction. The calloused tips of the knight’s fingers graze over her skin, and this charges her like metal in a storm. She freezes up again, nearly as badly as when her life hung between the teeth of the wolf, and the familiar aching gentleness bleeds her once again from air and thought. She reaches up, and stops the touch.

The wolf knight only looks at her, persistent in search of assurance. “You didn’t pierce skin. I’m okay.” The princess promises again, frigid, and she steps away, pushes her hair over the teeth marks. “Come and eat, now. It’ll be cold soon.”

She leaves to gather the plates and feels the gaze of the wolf linger on her back. This chills her thoroughly, but she says nothing. The lunch is served and at last the knight sits and eats, dutifully and with a practiced restriction. She swallows hungrily, though, and masticates as if to savor every last crumb.

The cape of furs rests over her shoulders and blessedly leaves the princess shy of imagination. She must have grabbed it before sitting, or at least, the princess believes that’s what happens. Her movements are far too damn quick for the inattentive.

A hearty grunt denotes satisfaction, and she hands the plate to her. The princess, scraping at her own empty plate, says, “Thank you.”

Puzzled, the knight arcs an eyebrow.

“For saving me. Thank you.”

The knight grunts again, nods. Quickly, this combination has become the signature of the dark-haired warrior.

“I really do appreciate it,” the princess continues, and she hears the frustration tip at the end of her words.

The knight follows with a shrug, then, as if sensing the curiosity, taps near her heart, lifts her necklace, and hands it over. The princess takes it with hesitant anxiety.

The necklace bears the cross, as well as two stamped tags: the king’s crest, adorned with the rampant lions, and a coat of arms. The design of the coat of arms is uniform, but shallow and dark, likely hand-carved. It bears only a crescent moon and the words ‘Beauwolf’ lettered at the back. She thumbs over the words carefully and mouths the name. It molds itself over her tongue.

“The knight Beauwolf.” She proclaims at last, soft. “You’re one of the Wulven warriors of the King’s order…of course.”

She folds the necklace in her hands and returns it. Beauwolf takes it and drops it over her head. Faintly, her skin sizzles at the jewelry’s touch, and the princess covers her hands with her mouth.

“You’re wearing pure silver?” She whispers. Beauwolf nods, and the fact that it doesn’t seem to bother her upsets the princess further. “Does the order make you?”

Beauwolf shakes her head, nigh amused.

“Then why?”

Beauwolf takes the necklace again and holds up the cross, as if every answer was obviously inside it. The princess squints. “For God? He makes you?”

Beauwolf shakes her head again, more vigorously than before, still with that glint of amusement.

“For what then?”

“You.” She speaks, finally. Her voice is smooth, and warm, and firm. The princess’s cheeks flush. The noises around them all suddenly quiet, sucked away to some other less important part of the world.

“...Me?” The princess squeaks. “What on earth could you ever mean by that? I wouldn’t make you wear something that hurts you so.”

“The cross to abate the curse, lest harm come to you.” The cadence she speaks with is rhythmic and low, as if the words dig themselves out of her chest one by one. She looks up under her furred eyebrows, and her eyes are like flint.

“You pain yourself to…to keep yourself from hurting me? To keep your flesh holy to the commandments.” The princess fumbles into the right answer, then. “But you’re a lycan! Cursed! Are you not damned by the Devil already?”

“Yes.” Beauwolf denotes, and the princess knows this will be the last she speaks for now.

They sit in their silence and smolder, with only the noises of crumbling ash and wind and morningsong between them. “I’m Adeline.” The princess finally says.

Beauwolf nods.

Adeline stirs and stews and crouches into herself. Beauwolf takes this as an end to their lively conversation, and rises to leave. Adeline feigns a huff and turn of the head for modesty, but her eyes trail when Beauwolf walks away; the knight really is light on her toes. She sheds the coat and dresses in the spot where she’d awoken earlier in the day.

She steps into linens first, and pulls a shirt over her head. The fabric is tight over the arms, but not so fitted over her breasts and torso, torn in places, and it hangs limp and sheer. Somehow the simple act of covering leaves Adeline more ashamed to watch than before—but she doesn’t stop, instead straining around her peripheral to see better.

Beauwolf pulls her trousers over the curve of her hips and ties it tight with the end strings. Her shock of black hair seems even more stark with the plainclothes. The woolen hose next, then a threadbare black aketon. Her armor takes longer to fit into, first with the metal mesh followed by a puzzle of plated armor, until the only piece missing is the gaunt wolf helmet Adeline had first seen her in. Her uncovered head looks silly and smaller, now built up by a menacing gilded frame, triangular in most proportions. Adeline finds herself chewing her lip to shreds, but feels she would go dizzy if she stared anywhere else.

Beauwolf ties her hair back into a tail and cranes her head back to watch Adeline with a knowing look. She kneels to fit her shoes, then picks up her cape and flips it over her shoulders, ties it tight to the base of her neck. Adeline watches openly now, until Beauwolf is walking back to her. She stretches out a gloved hand. Adeline takes it, and she’s lifted to her feet with a grace that she couldn’t have managed alone.

“Are you taking me home, Sir Beauwolf?”

The knight nods, then gestures over to the fireplace. Her helmet rests strewn on the floor, close to wrecked stone and overgrown plant.

Adeline steps to pick it up, then turns and finds Beauwolf, again, a heartbeat’s width too close. She bows her head and Adeline realizes, in a rush, just how aware she was of her consuming gaze and participation, and that the knight is offering her a hand in the ritual. She slides the helmet over her head and watches it swallow her coal eyes and crooked, scarred nose and narrow lips, until it’s only her chin that pokes underneath. Beauwolf drops her shoulders back, and seems to pause.

She stays paused for a while.

Adeline’s lips purse, annoyed the most you could be at your savior. “Am I to wait for you to carry me?” She crosses her arms, with the premeditated answer of ‘if you insist’ ready for harrumphing.

The knight points to the kitchenware, the scattered belongings—the recovered tiara wrapped hastily alongside spoons.

“Oh,” Adeline sucks her teeth, and ends with the, “Right.” on a sharp ite.

She squats to pick up the tiara—her one remnant of personal treasure, any other trinkets hoarded in whatever depths existed in this ruinous cavern of a castle. She brushes away the lint from its gems, and fits it back to the crown of her head.

“The rest can stay. Better to travel light, I assume.”

Beauwolf seems to have decided this is well. She takes her longsword, which had been leaning against a crook in the wall, and wipes away the dragonblood with her cape before she sheaths it, and they empty the castle.

#short story #werewolf #knight #writing #uh fuck idk #monster x human #wlw #blood ment #um yeah if i got any historical details wrong idc if i got grammar wrong my b im bad at it #b:wk #just wanted to uh. hold up to my promise ig!#goodnight <3 #not to mislead anyone there is also no dragon fight or no mention of how adeline gets her crown back bc im lazy lol #ALSO i make up words. sorry.

14 notes · View notes