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fivefatweeb · 1 month

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https://x.com/OverlordZeon/status/1781954923711934472

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ariesgamesandminis · 8 months

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rosexknight · 5 months

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A group of art done for greycait on FA~ A mystery egg, a couple YCH's, and a bonus Patreon sketch!

First is a finished mystery egg. They wanted a wolf centaur, and I had the idea of making the bottom-half a jackal instead, which they LOVED. So this anubis-based bab is also part black-backed jackal. I'm the most proud of this one out of all the ones so far I think. I love him.

The second two are finished YCH's. I did a YCH sale on my Discord server, and this one was bought by greycait on FA. I fell in love with this kirin while I was drawing him. I love Kirins, and working with the color green is always great. It's also always great to do some non-ponies on these YCH's, and I adore this sphinx character. He looks so comfy as he naps in the clouds~!

Last is a bonus sketch that I am doing for all my patrons this month~! They sent me an adorable pegasus that's a happy-go-lucky guy, and he's adorable~

Hope you enjoy~! Want art like this monthly? Why not join? My General Patreon, safe for all audiences: www.patreon.com/rosexknight My 18+ ADULT-ONLY Patreon: www.patreon.com/rosexxxknight

#mlp #breaktimedoodles #furry #anthro #ych #ych commission #your character here #mystery egg #mystery eggs #centaur #mystery custom #mystery adopt

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negativepeanuthoarder · 3 months

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ok anon who was talking abt me writing: I'm probably planning on doing an OC story at once about some centaur ocs I have - it might be on here or a sideblog and also might be crossposted to FA but because it's an original work I can't exactly post it on AO3

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hiero-green · 1 year

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hiiiii a centaur/cervitaur YCH !!

A slot is €30. These will be my standard full colour style with a simple colour/pattern/shape background of your choice; if you’d like to upgrade to a more complex background, please let me know and we can discuss a price :) Also for cervitaurs I WILL be adjusting the anatomy correctly

I have two slots open between here and FA so if anyone’s interested send me a DM <3

#hierogreen draws #centaur #cervitaur #art #art commissions #ych #your character here

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eroticmonstersimp · 2 years

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Male minotaur x non-binary reader

(please ignore any errors)

You released a heavy sigh as you saw the one person that always seemed to ruin your mood enter through the door of your shop. Luke. He was a stuck up fae with the ego of a drunken orc.

Usually fae were calm, gentle beings. But not luke. He was raised by centaurs after he was found abandoned by the riverside as a baby. You would think he had been raised by orcs... catch his ego.

"Hellloo my one and only. How is your day going lovely?" Luke smirked

"Fine unti-."

He cut you off. "Wonderful! I'm glad to hear!" With a roll of your eyes you turned around to act busy with some glass jars behind you. Maybe he would think your busy and leave.

"So have you got an answer for me yet lovely?" Luke had been trying to court you for almost a year now. But you always refuse. You were big on personality. So luke failed almost immediately. You werent interested in someone who cares more about their looks than those around them.

"I already told you man, my answer is no, and will always be no. I'm not interested. "

Luke stomped his foot like a toddler. "And why not? I'm the most good looking guy in town. I do not understand how you can say no...to me!"

"You should ask yourself that. You've been at this for almost a year now but not once have you showed me you were actually interested in me. You've never tried to get to know me, ask me my favorite color or even buy me flowers. Last time I checked most beings show interest to those they fancy. "

He laughed. It was loud and high pitched almost. "So is that what you want my lovely? Flowers? Tell me what kind and I will buy them for you. I don't know if you knew this but...I am no poor being." You sighed for the tenth time in Luke's presence. He was completely missing the point. That is how you knew he was not really interested in you as a whole. Only your appearance.

"I want none. My words obviously flew over your head."

"But lovely just sa-" The front door to your little shop opened with the ringing of your father's bells over head. In ducked a minotaur who easily stood at almost seven feet. He was wearing a dark grey cloak and had a fairly large sized bag swung over his shoulder against his side.

"Welcome to flowers and potions how can I help you?" The minotaur looked down at you with a relaxed expression. The fur on his face was long and thick. You noticed a few grey hairs here and there. He was up there in age it seemed.

"Do you carry rosemary, peppermint and lavendar?" His voice was groggy and deep, but also calm.

"Yes we do!" You turned and pointed to the back left corner of the shop. "Right back there is all what you ask for. Let me know if you need anything else." The minotaur simply nodded and walked towards the direction you pointed. His hooves made loud stomping noises as he walked away.

You looked up to see luke still standing in his spot from before with his arms crossed against his chest. You blew a breathe. "What is it?"

Luke sucked his teeth. "I don't quite appreciate how you just ignored me for a stranger." You rolled your eyes.

" what do you expect me to just ignore my customers to talk to you?" Your voice raised slightly in annoyance. Luke never failed to make your blood boil.

"Yes actually. That is how your suppose to treat your future husband an-"

"EXCUSE ME? FUTURE HUSBAND? WHO SAID YOU WERE MY FUTURE HUSBAND?" Luke looked at you in shock in result of your sudden outburst. He quickly regained his usual smug look.

"Well...my lovely. I mean there shouldn't be any disagreement here..I am the best looking guy in town, so why would you refuse me?"

"Um I don't know. Maybe because I'm not interested. Ever thought of that?!" If you werent mad before you were now. Luke had nothing but the audacity. All he did was come into your shop every few days and annoy your head off for his benefit. And now he pulls this! You were tired!

"How are you not interested? I'm luke! The most handsome fa-"

"Excuse me." You looked to your right to see the minotaur waiting to be checked out. You had'nt even noticed him walk up.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! Were you able to find everything you need?" You quickly looked over the items he started to set down on the counter to add up the price.

" I did. Thank you for asking." The sound of the shop door quickly opening and closing caught your attention. Luke was gone. You released a sigh of relief. "He seems a little ahead of himself." The minotaur grunted.

You chuckled. "He is. He's been trying to court me for the longest now. But I continue to refuse him. But he just wont leave me be. It truly has me drained." You gasped. " excuse me for ranting." A light blush spread across your cheeks.

The minotaur breathed out a small chuckle. " no need to apologize. I can tell you are aggravated with him."

" yes I am. It is exhausting dealing with him on a weekly basis."

"I can only imagine." The minotaur gave you a small smile. You returned it and slid his items back across the counter top.

"That will be 20 coins." He reached into his bag and pulled out a small drawstring pouch. He reached out and set the coins down in your hands. You could feel the fur on his hands. It tickled your fingers.

The minotaur packed the items into his bag and made his way to the shop door. " I wish you well with your situation." He chuckled.

You giggled. "Thank you. I also wish you well." He nodded and ducked back out the door.

You stood alone in your shop. You looked down at your fingers where his fur swept across them. You could still feel the warmth.

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Right after night fall you closed up shop. You had swept the shop floors, dusted the counters and made sure everything was in place.

You were surprised luke hadn't shown back up. But you definitely weren't complaining. You enjoyed the quiet.

After the minotaur you didn't receive very many customers. Only the little old lady from around the corner who had a tea obsession and a few other beings passing through.

After Locking the shop doors you walked out into the quiet streets of town and made your way home. You were tired. "Y/N! On the way home for the night?"

You looked over to see Mr.Wentworth. He was an older man who sold daily essentials. He always had a bright smile on his face, no matter the weather. "Yes sir! You know me, once the sun goes down I close up."

Mr.Wentworth let out a laugh."I do not blame you child. Gets pretty boring around here at night. Here." He handed you a small bag. You raised an eyebrow.

"Its my new signature soap, made from honey and dandelions! I need someone to test it out for me. Tell me how it does." Mr. Wentworth gave you a smile.

"Okay then. I'll make sure to give a thorough report next time I lay eyes on ya." You said your goodbyes to mr.Wentworth and made your way home. About half way there you noticed quite a few beings gathered around an old alleyway.

Probably some drunkens. It's none of mine to worry.

"Give it up old man! We know your carrying something valuable on ya! Just help us out." You looked over as you past by to see a group of lizard folk and rakasha gathered around someone standing in the alley. You couldn't quite make out who it was though.

"Instead of stealing from an old man why don't you lot go out and get jobs. It will surely make you more that'll last longer than what I have." You recognized that voice.

"Shut it old man and hand over the bag. You old minotaur always be carrying valuable stuff on ya. It never fails. "

Minotaur? The minotaur! The one from your shop earlier. You cautiously made your way over to the group. "Excuse me, but what are you all doing to my friend here? I've been looking for you for quite a while now."

The group looked at you hesitantly. You ignored them and stared at the minotaur. Trying to signal him to play along. He cleared his throat. " I do apologize. I went out for a drink and forgot how to get back to you."

You nodded. "Its fine. Just come on now. It's getting late. Have a nice night you all." You turned on your heel and started to walk away. You could hear the minotaurs heavy footsteps behind you. You were surprised the group let you both go so easily.

"Thank you." You looked over at him and smiled.

"No need to thank me." The minotaur grunted and followed close behind.

After about five minutes of silent walking you decided to ask a few questions."I just realised, I do not know your name."

"You may call me Astaroth."

"Astaroth.." you whispered. Letting the sylobols roll off your tongue.

"And yours? "

"My name is Y/N. A pleasure to officially meet you." You reached out your hand and shook his large one. "I take it you are not from here? I haven't seen you around before."

Astaroth chuckled. "Yes, I'm passing through."

"Do you have a destination?" You asked.

Astaroth paused in his tracks. "Actually I do not. I guess you can say I'm looking for a place to settle. But until then I am a traveler."

That caught your attention. How long had Astaroth been on the road? And why? You held your tongue. You didn't wanna ask to many questions and seem nosy. "Do you have a place to stay for the night?"

"I was just about to ask if you could lead me into the direction of an inn. I should've checked into one earlier. But I forgot." He let out a nervous laugh. "The older you get the more you forget."

You laughed. "I must be elderly in mind because I'm always forgetting something." The both of you continued to laugh. "The inns here are very expensive. You can stay at mine for the night."

Astaroth eyes widened."Are you sure that will be alright?"

"I'm sure. You can sleep on the couch."

You opened the door to your small cottage and invited Astaroth inside. "It isn't much but...home sweet home."

He visibly sniffed the air. "It smells wonderful in here. "

"Ah yes. That would be mr.Wentworths lavendar candles. He gifts them to me on a regular basis." You walked across the room and hung your bag on the hook in the corner. "You may sit if you like. Make yourself at home."

Astaroth nodded and made his way over the your couch in the middle. You heard him let out a grunt as he sat. "Are you hungry Astaroth? I can whip something up real quick."

"Please do not go out of your way for me. I do not want you to feel as if you have to do extra because of my presence."

You smiled. Astaroth was very polite. You knew the night would be a cool breeze. "Its quite alright. I'm pretty hungry myself to be honest."

The sound of your creaky old cupboard was heard as you opened it to grab your cutting board. "Say astaroth. How old are you? If you do not mind me asking."

He laughed. "How old do you think I am?"

"Hmm, 30's?" He looked to be maybe in his late 30's. Judging from the grey hairs. You had heard minotaur grey earlier than humans do. Astaroth let out another loud laugh. You swear you could feel the vibrations within your chest.

"I would say you were close, twenty years ago."

You gasped. "Your fifty?!"

"I am." He nodded. "53 to be exact." You hummed in response. You could tell he was a little older but not that old. Fifty three?! He looked good for his age.

"I must admit I'm horrible at age guessing. I do apologize."

"Do not worry young one. I actually take it as a compliment." His voice was laced with amusement.

A blush spread across your cheeks at the nickname. Young one. You liked it.

You walked over and placed the plate of food in front of Astaroth. You noticed he had removed his cloak and laid it across the back of the couch. His upper half now bare. His chest was covered in dark beautiful fur. "It isn't much. Just some bread, cheese and fruits. I hope it is enough for you."

Astaroth gave you a smile. "It is more than enough. Thank you."

About an hour later you came around the corner with your arms full of blankets and pillows. "Here you are. This is all I have to spare. Let me know if there is anything else you may need."

Astaroth thanked you and lifted the blankets from your arms. "It is highly appreciated. I doubt there is anything else I will need. I wouldn't want to bother you anymore young one."

There it was again. That nickname. You cheeks were burning up. Though you couldn't tell if it was from a blush or from the fire crackling in the fire place nearby. You bid good dreams to Astaroth and turned to make your way back to your bedroom.

"Wait." You turned around at the sound of Astaroths voice. "I have a question for you."

You smiled. "What is it?"

He looked over towards the fire place. The reddish orange flames reflecting off of his dark fur coat. "I would like to thank you for your hospitality. How about breakfast tomorrow? On me. "

If you weren't blushing before you were now. "That would be wonderful. Thank you."

Astaroth nodded, propped himself up onto your living room couch and covered himself in your blankets. "Good dreams then young one."

"Good dreams Astaroth."

Astaroth ended up staying with you a little longer than planned. Ah he promised, the next morning he had taken you out for breakfast. It was simple but you enjoyed it. Over the food the two of you told eachother of your stories. Astaroth had been born in the mountains, his parents a part of a small village of minotaur. Until about twenty he resided in the village. He loved his home of course, but he found it lonely. Each morning waking up to the same people, the same routines. Rarely did the small village get visitors besides the usual traders bringing in goods. So once the young minotaur gained his chance, he left. At first his parents were worried for him but soon realized he would be just fine.

The longest he had stayed in one place was five years, a much larger village down on the countryside. There he had met another minotaur, much like himself. Before he knew it, he had fallen in love. Things didnt last long though. The other minotaur had grown tired of the countryside and wanted to travel to the city. Astaroth had no problem with that, having been traveling for years himself. But the other minotaur had wished to leave without Astaroth. Telling him that they saw no future with the other. Of course astaroth was upset, but he had no choice but to let his love go. Not long after their depature Astaroth himself left the village, continuing his traveling.

You told of how you had grown up with your father, your mother having left with another with you were ten. Your father had been a gentle man with a love for herbal medicine. He taught you how to conjure up tinctures for muscle pains and syrups for sore throats. Everuything he knew, he wrote down, keeping all of the information stored away in multiple books, none of them large enough to hold all his wisdom.

A while after you had turned 16, your father had opened up the shop you know ran yourself. From day one business had been steady. The locals had been receiving remedies from your father before you were even born. So no trust had needed to be gained.

Now you were at the age of 30. The shop had been running for a little over 17 years, your father retiring 5 years ago. He still made regular visits to the shop, randomly quizing you. It was his way of keeping you sharp. You had moved out at 23, getting your own litttle cottage on the edge of town while your father still stayed in the house you had been raised in, located near the towns center,

You and Astaroth sat and chatted for hours, asking eachother questions and enjoying the others company. You told the older minotaur that he was welcome to stay with you as long as he needed. You enjoyed his company, the only person you had every really stayed in a house with were your parents, and it had been years since that.

A week later you were in the shop, grinding up dried pine needles with your mortar and pestle. The bells above the shops door chimed and you looked up to see none other than Astaroth making his way inside. “I thought you would like some company.” his voice had a deep rasp to it. You smiled and motioned the large minotaur behind the counture.

“I do believe i would like that.” you opened a small cabinet beside the counter and retreived another mortar and pestle, placing them in front of your new companion. “While your here, you can give me a hand,” you smiled. Astaroth nodded as he watched you drop a few bundles of dried usnea into his mortar. He picked up the pestle and started grinidng at the usnea, the fuzzy looking plant not taking long to reduce into a light green powder.

“What is this used for?” he asked, continuing the grind the powder.

You poured your grinded pine needles into a jar, half way filled. “ it is called Usnea, or what my father likes to call old mans beard, “ you chuckled. ?” its is a slow growing lichen that grows upon the bark of tree branches, buy it doesnt nesscarluly need the bark to grow. They’re antibacterial and the powder can be used as a bandage for small open wounds such as cuts as scraps. You can also make teas with it. Great for clearing congestion and cold.” The minotaur had stopped moving, his dark eyes focusing on you.

“I would have never known.”

The shop door opened and in walked your local nightmare. Luke. “good evening lovely.” he didnt even ackniowledge Astaroth’s prescnece. In his arms he carried a large bouquet of flowers. They were marvelous. Gourgeous. The fae lightly placed the flowers in front of your. “Tulips to represent your Perfection, along with Peonies to idolize your beauty and elegance.”

What had happened to Luke in the last week, you weren't sure. Nevernhad he gifted you flowers, or had been so soft spoken. Luke gently grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb acorss your knuckles. “ i ask for your company tonight. Allow me to treat you to dinner.” oh it was obvious something had happened. Maybe the self centered fae hd finally realized how much of a nausaince he was. You chuckled in embarrassment,m slipping your hands from lukes. The gesture was nice, it was. But you couldnt help bnut think it was all a set up. Luke had never treated you this way, never brought you gifts, or even politely ASKED you of anything.

Astraoth stood idly, watching the scene unfold. “Im sorry luke, but my answer is no. i just dont fancy you.” A visible frown sunk upon the faes cheeks. He snactehd up the flowers, a few escaoing the bundle and anding on the counter.

“Whatever more do you want from me!” he yelled, his eyebrows furring in fustration. “ you ask me to buy you flowers and i do that! I just do not understand you!how could it be so hard to say no…to ME!” the angered fae roiughly gripped the flowered between his knuckles. He turned on his heel, heading for the door. “It is fine.” luke swept a hand through his bright colored hair, rearranginf the strands that had fallen out of place. “ inm sure there is a woman mroe deserving you somewhere close by. Dont come running to me once you finmally realize im the best here for you. Specifically better than that minotaur.” he stomped out the door, tulips and peonies falling in trail behind him.

You quickly turned to Astaroth, anger evident on his face. “That stuck up boy really needs to learn some manners,” he growled. You sighed, placing a hand on the large minotaurs forearm.

“And that he shall learn from some other than you or I”

Astaroth had gathered all of the fallen flowers, placing them in a vase, filling it a third of the way with fresh water. “There is no reason for these beauties to go to waste, now is there?” you smiled, putting away the last of the now grounded herbs.

“No, there isnt.”

Within the hour the shop had been closed, the sun already starting to set on the horizon. Mr.Wenworth was where he always was at this time of evening. Standing at his small wagoned shop, selling his essentials. You walked over, hand raised in freeting. “Good evening Mr.Wentworth, what do you have today?” the old man looked over at the sojnd of your voice, his face immediately lighting up in joy.

“y/n!” he rounded the wagon, enveloping you in a hug. “ let me think dear..” he rerounedd the wagon, moving aisde a few jars and crates before he pulled out a small basket. “This! Is my newest creation. A bundle!” inside were a couple bars of homemade soap as well as perfumes, candles and a bttole you didnt recognize. The old man picked up on your wonderment and plucked the bottle from the basket. “It is soap! For the dishes. Made of boiled ivy leaves. It actually does a wonder, and it smells good too” you gave a light laugh as he returned the bottle to its place.

“This is impressive, “ you complemented, “when will it be for sale?” the old man snapped his fingers in excitement.

“As soon as i get enough bundles put together to sell!” he pushed the basket towards you. “This one is yours. You are what i like to call my little helper. Let me know how they work.” Mr.wentworth turned to astaroth. “Dont let them forget. This one has a bad memory.” Astaroth gave a loud laugh, taking the basket from his arms to carry himself.

“I will make sure of it.” the two of you said your goodbyes to Mr.Wentworth, making your way home. The streets werent as busy tonight. Mostly people preparing to close up shop for the night and children rushing home for dinner.

You opened the cottage door, Astaroth followin gin behind you. “Mr.Wentworth is quite the Company,” he said, placing the basket aside the sink.

“He is. He’s been making soaps since i was young. Its all i ever use.”

“Well that explains why you alwasy smell so lovely.” a blush rose on your cheeks, the warmth travling down your neck. Thankfully the fire hadnt been lit yet, Astaroth couldnt see you. You stood hung your bag on its hook as usual, making your way around in the dimly lit room as best you could. Heavy footsteps traveled across the wooden floor. Astaroth genrly grabbed your arm, leading you towards the couch. “I suggest you sit as i get a fire going. Don't want you tripping in the dark.”

You sighed and relaxed within the cushioned seat. “And what about you astaroth? I assume you cant see any better than i can.”

“I asume i can young one. Us minotaur see just well in the dark. I find it helpful when traveling at night.” so he could see. Another blush covered you. Could he see how he made you react?

Astaroth had been nothing but lovely within the week you had spent together. Helping you in ghe shop. Cleaning the cottage and even fixing you food. A true gentleman he was. You had to admit, you had developed a little crush on the minotaur. You blamed that nickname he adressed you as. ‘Young one.’ it never failed to make your legs weak and have your heart pound against your chest.

A small flame lit in the fireplace. The quiet crackles slowly growing with the brightening flame. Astaroth loomed over it, poking at the wood pieces causes bright red embers to rise. Once the fire was lit astaroth stood, crossing the floor towards the kitchen. He lit a few candles, providing a bit of extra light. Soon after he returned to you, sitting down beside you.

There was a comfortable silence, only the fires pops and cvrackles reaching your ears. Occasionally you could hear Astaroths deep breathes if you focused. “I truly enjoy my time with you,” he suddently said, his larges hands fiddling with the cloth of his pants. “But i feel i am intruding if i stay much longer.”

You whipped you head towards the minotaur. His large statur looming over you even when he sat. “but you arent1 i told you you were welcome to stay as long as you wished.” he huffed, letting the ckoth loose from his grasp.

“I am aware. But i still feel as if im overstaying my welcome. I do not wish for you to grow tired of my presence here.” you slipped your hand into Astaroth’s much large one. The warm fur tickling your skin.

“Trust me Astaroth, that wont happen. I enjoy your being here. I enjoy the talks we pursue. I enjoy your help around the shop. I simply love having you around me. You make me feel so…” you paused. You didnt know what to say. You knew exactly how he made you feel, but couldnt put it into words. “Jus dont leave. Not yet. Stay a few more days atleast. That way i can prepare some things for you to take along with you.”

You didnt want the minotaur to leave. But you also couldnt force him to stay. Astaroth was his own being, with his own mindsets, feelings and emotions. Astaroth lightly squeezed your hand, his eyes gazing into the fire like they always did. “I dont wanna leave you. But i am afraid of a repetion of the past.”

The other minotaur. They had left Astaroth, giving him no type pf warning of their true feelings of him. You rubbed your thunb across your companions. He continued to gaze into the fire, dark eyes gklazed over. “I assure you, here will be no repetition.” he turned to you. “We havent known eachother long but, i know how i feel. I care for you Astaroth. I love your company. Your the sweetest being i have ever met. Everyday you clean for me, make sure ive eaten and make your way to the shop, helpoing me with whatever i request. None of those thin gs you do for me are nessacery. I quite fancy you Astaroth.” it was your turn to gaze into the fire, eyes wide in fear of rejection.

The minotaur placed a hnd below your chin, guiding you to look at him. “At first, i did thosr things in a way to repay you of your hospitality. But soon i found myself wanting nothing else but to be doing for you, young one. Your knowledge of plangts and herbs fascinates me. The way emotion fills your eyes as you speak of your passion of something way more than i will ever understand alwasy leaves me wanting to listen to you talk more.”

He ran his thumb across your jawline. You gently closed your eyes, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips. “Then do not leave.”

He didn't reply in words, instead the minotaur leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, his horns were cool as they made contact with your skin. You placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. The two of you sat that way in what fekt like a pleasurbale eternity beforre finslly astaroth pulled away. His hand still held your cheeks. You laid your own atop his. The fires warmth was a blanket across your exposed skin. Its heat only adding to the warmth you felt in your chest.

Astaroth gave you a smile before standing, breaking your contact. “I hope you dont think im gonna llow you to bed without any food do you?” you laughed, your stomach tightening.

“Well i guess not. What shall you he preparing for me tonight Astaroth?”

“Whatever i can find to satisfy you.”

#monster boyfriend #monster boy oc #terato #sfw #reader insert #minotaur

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redolentgrove · 11 months

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Why did you choose the askblog format for your story?

((I think we've told the story before a long time ago, but let's see...

I didn't even have a story until I got a picture commissioned back in 2011-12ish of a Skymin in centaur-form and suddenly began weaving a whole backstory of how the creature came to be. Then December 2012, I discovered @ask-no151 's blog on tumblr, and looked over at the stuff I had for this Skymintaur named "Jolokia," beginning to work on a few more story elements.

Then I joined the tumblr community. As fun as it might have been to just write up the story in fanfiction/FA submissions, we wanted to have at least some interactivity with Loki. I wanted to branch out with writing more, and this seemed like the perfect place to do it. Then after meeting and making friends, getting a warm reception, working on her story.

Also, it didn't hurt that around the time we began the blog, we were between jobs and it gave us something to do while job hunting. And back in those days, we ran the blog on a combination of the Xbox 360's internet browser and a Windows phone, since our computer was busted and we didn't have the money to repair or purchase a new one...

So basically, it started off of a simple one-shot off a commission. Then it evolved into wanting to join something we thought looked cool/fun, working in interactivity, and finding something to do without a job. And now it's become so much more...))

#munday #ooc #delete later

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nek-ros · 10 months

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centaur alix did so well on fa for some reason??

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fivefatweeb · 2 months

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#fat #fat anime #fav #centorea fa #centaur fa #monster musume fa

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spacemagix · 2 years

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👻🕯Spoopy Pokefusion adopt⚔🐎

Just in time for Halloween!

A perfect combination of three of my most favorite ghost-type Pokemon with some of the best mon designs ever: Chandelure, Ceruledge, and Spectrier.

FA post

Twitter post

Price: $40 (due to him including a centaur form)

Adopt rules are as they go:

♦ Absolutely NO fresh new/empty accounts (I'm sorry, but this is to avoid non-paying buyers) ♦ PayPal only and only pay with USD ♦ Once adopted, you are free to post it, watermark it, etc. as long as credit's given ♦ Those who have been blacklisted are not allowed to bid/buy ♦ Do not resell for more than what you paid for unless if you had any additional art of this character

Comment to claim.

Ref base by DesireeU

#Pokemon #Chandelure #Ceruledge #Spectrier #adoptable #chibi #knight #centaur #Pokefusion #femboy

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ariesgamesandminis · 7 months

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Restocks are in from Iron Wind Metals!

PLEASE NOTE - The OP-118 Marauder MAD-3D, 5S, and 5T Gun Sprue did come in, however…I'm waiting to hear back from IWM on when it can be sold as the Online Exclusive items have a 30 day hold on them until retailers can sell. Once given the date, I will add them to the site silently so make sure to sign up for In Stock Notifications so you will know when they can be sold.

20-168 Cameron Battlecruiser (3057) 20-235 Partisan Heavy Tank 20-292 Hermes HER-1A 20-331 Mad Cat III 20-405 Great Turtle GTR-1 20-415 Cygnus 20-423 JI-100 Mech Recovery Vehicle 20-480 Defiance DFN-3S 20-495 Galahad GLH-2D 20-5023 Hyena Salvage Mech HYN-4A 20-5071 Rook NH-2 20-5141 Shadow Hawk SHD-2H 20-5143 Sarath SRTH-1O 20-656 Thunder Stallion (Standard) 20-739 Ontos Heavy Tank (2) 20-798 Hammer HMR-3M 20-807 Striker Light Tank (2) 20-938 Mars Assault Vehicle (Standard) 20-985 Arcas (Standard) 99-201 Large Flat Top Hex Base #1 99-202 Large Flat Top Hex Base #2 AC-002 Small Space Base AC-007 Multi Hole Fighter Base (13 Holes) BT-006 Phalanx Battle Armor BT-007 Rottweiler Battle Armor BT-074 Corsair Micro Fighter BT-082 Seydlitz Micro Fighter BT-187 Djinn Battle Armor BT-201 Nephilim Assault Battle Armor BT-209 Se'irim Medium Battle Armor BT-226 Fast Recon BT-239 Jump Support Infantry BT-242 Marian Regular Infantry BT-244 Heavy Infantry - Standing BT-245 Heavy Infantry - Firing BT-314 Rifleman III RF2-A BT-331 Phoenix Hawk LAM MK I PHX-HK1 (Mech) BT-332 Phoenix Hawk LAM MK I PHX-HK1 (Air Mech) BT-356 Mortis MS-1A BT-364 Gabriel Hovercraft BT-372 Savannah Master Hovercraft BT-373 Centaur Protomech BT-386 Undine Battle Armor (3) BT-388 Salamander Battle Armor (3) BT-390 Fa-Shih Battle Armor (3) BT-412 Amazon Battle Armor BT-413 Marauder Battle Armor BT-436 Buraq (Standard) Battle Armor BT-445 BattleMech Recovery Vehicle OP-118 Marauder MAD-3D, 5S, and 5T Gun Sprue 20-432C Valiant DA Mech Arm Sprue 20-5041D Nyx NX-80 / NX-90 Base

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netmassimo · 5 months

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Poco fa il razzo vettore Vulcan della ULA è partito per la sua missione inaugurale, formalmente indicata come CERT-1. Per l'occasione, trasportava il lander lunare Peregrine di Astrobotic Technology, che si è separato dallo stadio del razzo chiamato Centaur dopo circa 50 minuti. Anche una capsula contenente ceneri di vari personaggi famosi è stata lanciata in un'orbita eliocentrica. Il Centaur ha continuato la sua missione con diverse accensioni e spegnimenti del suo motore fino a uscire dall'orbita terrestre, prevista dopo poco meno di quattro ore e mezza dal lancio.

#missione spaziale #ULA #Vulcan

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ra-tolkein · 2 years

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Una caccia

Una caccia per Giulio Medici.

L’ardito Giulio, al giorno ancora acerbo,

Allor ch'al tufo torna la civetta,

Fatto frenare il corridor superbo,

Verso la selva con la sua gente eletta

Prese il cammino, e sotto buon riserbo

Seguia de' fedei con la schiera stretta :

Di ciò che fa mestieri, a caccia adorni,

Con archi e lacci e spiedi e dardi e corni,

Già circondata avea la lieta schiera

Il folto bosco; e già con grave orrore

Del suo covil si deslava ogni fiera:

Givan seguendo i bracchi 'l lungo odore.

Ogni varco de' lacci e can chiuso era.

Di stormir, d’abbaiar cresce il romore:

Di fischi e bussi tutto il bosco suona:

Del rimbombar de' corni il ciel rintrona.

Con tal romor, qualor l'aer discorda,

Di Giove il fuoco d'alla nube piomba:

Con tal tumulto onde la gente assorda,'

Dall'alte cataratle il Nil rimbomba :

Con tale orror del latin sangue ingorda

Sono Megèra la tartarea tromba.

Qual animal di stizza par si roda,

Qual serra al ventre la tremante coda.

Spargesi tutta la bella compagna,

Altri alle reti, altri alla via più stretta:

Chi serba in coppia i can, chi gli scompagna,

Chi già il suo ammette, ch’il richiama e alletta :

Chi sprona il buon destrier per la campagna,

Chi l'adirata fera armato aspetta :

Chi si sta sopra un ramo a buon riguardo,

Chi ha in man lo spiedo e chi s'acconcia il dardo.

Già le setole arriccia e arruota i denti

Il porco entro il burron : già d'una grotta

Spunta già il cavriol: già i recchi armenti

De' cervi van pel pian suggendo in frotta.

Timor gl'inganni delle volpi ha spenti:

Je lepri al primo assalto vanno in rotta.

Di sua tana stordita esce ogni belva:

L'astuto lupo vie più si rinselva :

E rinselvato le sagaci nare

Del picciol bracco pur teme il meschino.

Ma il cervo par del veluro paventare,

Do' lacci 'l porco o del fiero maslino:

Vcdesi lieto or qua or là Volare

Fuor d'ogni schiera il giovan pellegrino:

Pel folto bosco il fier caval mette ale,

E trista fa, qual fera Giulio assale.

Qual il Centaur per la nev osa selva

Di Pelió o d'Emo va feroce in caccia,

Dalle lor tane predando ogni belia,

Or l'orso uccide, or il lion minaccia:

Quanto è più ardita fera più s'inselva :

Il sangue a tutte dentro al cor s'agghiaccia,

La selva trema, e gli cede ogni pianta:

Gli arbori abbatte o sveglie o rami schianta.

ANGELO POLIZIANOS. Lode G. Medici

#azania #lucifer

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ruensroad · 3 years

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just because i like you doesn’t mean i have to like it

mine and @this-solaris-life ‘s characters Jiang Jiu and Fa Zi Ye. In love and mad about it XD

#ruenarts #jiang jiu #fa zi ye #centaur #half elf #dnd

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strawwritesfic · 2 years

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Student!Tom Riddle x Female!Seer!Reader: Heart

Summary: Tom Riddle does not often find himself intrigued by anything at Professor Slughorn’s parties, but tonight’s is a little different.

Rating/Warnings: T (drunk!Slughorn; pure-blood!reader; reference to murder; fantastic racism against centaurs; Slug Club; unspeakable!reader)

Challenge: “115 Words” by BonitaWolfSpirit on Lunaescence Archives.

Notes: There’s a very brief shout-out contained in here to the main character of my all-time favorite over-the-top Harry Potter OC fan fic. If you wrote that story and just happen to find your character’s name in here, please know I added it out of affection because your story has brought me so much joy over the years. I hope that you’re still out there writing!

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Heart

Hogwarts seemed so large and so important when first a young Tom Riddle had arrived at its gates so long ago. Back then, the castle had been full to bursting with secrets just waiting for him to unlock, knowledge just waiting for him to find—and unlock those secrets and find that knowledge he had. Nothing was beyond the abilities of the heir of Salazar Slytherin. He learned, he watched, he probed. But upon what should have been a triumphant return for the second half of his sixth year, he found the school somehow diminished in his eyes. No longer could he grow his reach inside its walls, not when he remained subject to the whims and scrutiny of his instructors.

It was to one such whim that he journeyed that evening. Professor Slughorn frequently threw little parties for his favored students at the start of a term. Tom had often attended them in the past, but that was out of a necessity he no longer had. The get-togethers were otherwise long, tedious affairs that required him to interact politely with those typically beneath his notice.

He would have preferred to gather his followers for a meeting after so much time apart from them for the holidays, but it could not be helped. Dumbledore was watching him more closely than ever. And, after all, Slughorn had been a great help to Tom as of late. Never let it be said that he did not repay people for their services.

He arrived well after the party began. The dungeons were teeming when he stepped inside. So many bodies pressed together in the heat, so many voices chattering away pointlessly at once—it was enough to make his head throb. Still, so much the better for Tom. If he could get through the night unnoticed and without the usual cavalcade of useless introductions, he would consider the hours merely time wasted.

“Tom, my boy!”

A scowl flickered across his face as he heard the booming voice of the potions professor cut across the room. He carefully rearranged his features just in time for Slughorn to clap him on the shoulder and force him to turn around. Tom’s teeth clicked together in agitation at the touch, but Slughorn did not seem to notice.

“Hello, Professor.” Tom inclined his dark head.

“I thought you might not be able to make it! When I spoke to your friend in class today, he told me you—”

“I was able to trade my prefect duties with Nixon for the night,” he cut in smoothly. “You know I would never miss one of your parties so long as it is in my power to attend them.”

Slughorn chuckled. The rogue in his cheeks soothed Tom somewhat, as did his finally managing to shake off the sausage-like fingers grasping his arm. Clearly the man was already deep into the mulled mead. He would pose no threat. In fact, with some encouragement, Slughorn might soon be drunk enough that Tom could slip out early unnoticed.

“Would you like something to drink, Professor? Perhaps I could top off your glass.”

“No, no, I have quite enough, I assure you. Can’t let myself get out of control so early in the festivities! Not when I have someone I’m absolutely desperate for you meet.”

Thankfully, he did not attempt to physically steer Tom through the crowd. He simply motioned for him to follow. It was at that moment that Slughorn seemed to get his first real look at Tom’s face—and froze.

“Tom? Are you all right? You look…unwell.”

Did he suspect that the information drawn out of him had already been used? No, Tom decided, he could not. Though Slughorn knew more of dark magic than most at Hogwarts, he was far too much of a coward to use it. The signs and symptoms of its use would elude him.

“Simply tired, sir. I’m still recovering from a family reunion.”

Slughorn’s gaze continued to linger until Tom at last worked his thin mouth into a vacant sort of smile. It was an expression that Slughorn did not return as he started on his way again.

“Well, I hope you feel better soon. I would hate to hear that you’re falling behind after all the hard work you’ve put into your studies.”

“I have no intention of letting that happen.”

“Good, good.”

He seemed unable to stop himself from glancing back at Tom every couple of steps as they continued toward the back of the room. Tom did not care. If Slughorn were to voice his concerns, even to the one teacher that might believe them, he would have to out himself as well, and Tom knew that Slughorn cared far too much about his status to risk it over something he could not prove.

Perhaps he had misjudged Slughorn as well, for he returned to his typical buoyancy the same moment that Tom spotted a young woman sitting at a table just beyond most of the crowd.

“Just the witch I was looking for!” Slughorn cried, and the woman looked over.

She was beautiful. Her [color] eyes slid straight to Tom’s face and lit up at once. He felt a shock run up his spine as he took in the appearance of a woman he had thought he had rid himself of for good.

“[L Name]?” he said.

A smile pulled up the corners of your mouth. “Hello, Tom. It’s been a long time.”

“You two know each other already?” Slughorn asked, looking between the two of you.

“In a manner of speaking. I got him in trouble quite a few times back during that nasty business with the dead girl they found in the toilets. Kept running into him in odd corridors during my nightly rounds.”

“I was trying to do your job finding the culprit,” Tom said coldly.

“Yes, you did an excellent job, and I regret having ever reported your behavior to Professor Dippet.”

“Please,” Slughorn conjured a handkerchief from the end of his wand, then pressed the cloth against his sweating brow, “this is a party. I beg you, let us not dwell on those terrible times. They are past us! And we do know now that Tom had nothing to do with that poor girl.”

You bowed your head in apology. “Of course, Professor.”

There was a pause during which Tom was sure he was supposed to offer some sympathy himself. He did not, being far too busy glaring at you—not that you seemed to notice or care. Slughorn continued to sweat for several moments more before he shook himself and went back to business in high spirits once again:

“Since you two already know each other, I can dispense with the introductions. [Name] here just got named the youngest unspeakable in a century!”

“Really,” said Tom.

“I never would have got the position if you hadn’t introduced me to the head of the department at a party like this, Professor,” you said.

He waved away your unoffered thanks. “So long as you keep me abreast of what’s going on in the chain of command, I’ll consider us even.”

“And so long as I agree to help your current students, present company included.”

“That, too.” Slughorn shot you a roguish wink. “I’ve other guests to attend to. You two enjoy each other’s company.”

With a suggestive waggle of his fingers, he disappeared back into the throng, leaving Tom alone with you. He could leave, he realized—but you would probably mention his quick exit to Slughorn later, and then Tom would have to endure the questions about that for the rest of the week.

You merely watched him as he thought things through, then remarked, “You look different.”

“I should hope so. You left school two years ago. Most people change appearances during that amount of time.”

“It’s not just that. You actually went through with it, didn’t you?”

“What are you—”

“You know precisely what I’m talking about, Tom. Forgive me,” there was a laugh in your voice that he did not like, “Lord Voldemort. I meant no impertinence. It just seemed to me that you wouldn’t like your real name spread around so casually. Horace does not know it, does he?”

It was not often that he found himself at a loss for words. Here sat a woman from his past, one that had never been involved with him except to get in his way more times than most could survive. You had been no one of consequence to him. Now you returned, not only grown up and beautiful, but implying you knew him in ways that even his closest followers did not? He stared right into your [color] eyes in search of falsehood, and found none.

Tom took the seat across from you. “What is it that you think I did?” he asked in his most dangerous voice. It was the voice he used to remind those in his circle of their place, the voice he used to convince the uncertain to follow his orders.

“I don’t think anything. I know,” you said, lifting a single eyebrow.

“And how would you know what I did?”

“I’ve told you before. I’m a seer. I come from a long line of them.”

“They say centaurs can tell the future in the stars,” Tom sneered. “Do you claim them as your ancestors?”

“If you truly believe a bunch of half-breeds like that could do anything half as well as a pure-blood witch, perhaps my coming to see you was a mistake.”

His eyes narrowed. If there was one thing he hated above all the not inconsiderable amount of things that he hated, it was being treated like there was something he did not understand. The smirk on your lips made the blood boil beneath his skin like nothing else, not even looking into the face of that creature most would claim had been his father.

“What could you have need to see me for?”

“You’ve got things mixed up.” You shook your head. “It is you that needs me.”

“What would I want with a false fortuneteller? I’ve no use for tea leaves or crystal balls.”

“You have more need for them than you expect.”

“Even if I did, I would want a real seer. You couldn’t even find the culprit behind that girl’s murder. You were too busy trying to pin it all on me.”

“The tea leaves weren’t clear at the time. I knew they were pointing me toward you, but not why. You managed the situation beautifully even with my interference, so what’s the harm?”

“If you really knew who did it…”

“I do,” you said, “but who was going to complain about you getting rid of a beast like Hagrid? Don’t worry. I’m not planning to go to Dumbledore about it. I’ve known for a few years now, just like I know about that family reunion you had a few nights ago. I don’t want to expose you.”

His mouth opened to argue. Then Tom registered what you had said. “What did you come here for?” he asked instead.

“To offer you my services. Even if you don’t believe in divination, I am an unspeakable. There are things going on in the Department of Mysteries that even you couldn’t dream of, my lord. I could tell you some of it, if you’ll have me.”

For the very first time that night, you showed him some subservience. Your eyes drifted away from his face, your head bowed, your hands found your lap.

He was—despite his instincts—somewhat intrigued. Tom had heard the rumors about you: that every witch in your family tree back for generations had been of the most powerful of their age; that the spells you had during which you twitched and shrieked were, in fact, visions that you refused to speak of to anyone else. It was not as though he hadn’t watched you during your time at school with him, and he had not only watched because you had very nearly got him caught releasing his basilisk. You were prefect, head girl, top of you classes, and the subject of much discussion between boys of all ages.

But you were still impertinent and Tom did not trust you.

“Why would you offer me this?” he said softly.

“Because no one has ever dared to go as far as you will.” Did he detect a breathless excitement in your voice? “You may not believe it, but I have seen your plans. I have seen them come to pass, and—”

“[L Name], are you quite done with Tom yet? I’m afraid you can’t monopolize all her time, my boy.”

Of course, it would be Slughorn that interrupted. He bounced up to your table with a genial smile that rankled more than usual. You looked up at him with no visible frustration whatsoever. In fact, you appeared amused by his behavior.

“Someone else you wanted me to meet, Professor?” you asked.

Slughorn winked. “Only a Coral Armina, one of our most promising transfiguration students. Her great-great-great-great-grandfather drafted the very first Animagus Register. They say he could turn into a chimera at will!”

“I’ll be right there.”

You stood fluidly from your chair without so much as a glance at the seething Tom beside you. He watched you take a step toward the waiting teacher before you turned back to him. In the blink of an eye, you leaned in to whisper, “Think about what I said, won’t you? I’m sure a man of your talents can figure out how to contact me after tonight.”

Was it only his imagination, or did he fell your lips brush against his as you spoke? He couldn’t say, only that his own mouth tingled as you walked away again. Above this sensation, however, was that of a roaring, burning anger at watching you follow Slughorn obediently toward a second-year girl trembling beside a plate of crystallized pineapples.

What had you been about to say about his plans? Did it truly matter? He decided that it did. Whatever you had to say, he would find it out—and woe be unto you if he disliked your answer.

Upon finding himself alone and unwatched, he got up to leave the party. It had not been a complete waste of time after all. What Tom would get out of it—get out of you—remained to be seen. You might regret having attracted his attention and piqued his interest that evening. On the other hand, he surprised himself by finding that he wasn’t prepared to kill you for it quite yet.

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