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tetsutits · 1 year

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undeniably yours - rindou h.

synopsis. rindou wakes up with no idea how to deal with the intense feelings he has for you—he decides if he fucks you hard enough, maybe then you would understand.

genre. +18, smut, mdni.

word count. 2.7k

content warnings. fem reader, morning sex, very fluffy smut, unprotected ptv sex, rindou is very in love <3, fem pet names, praise

authors note. this was a commission for the lovely @httn !! i had so much fun writing this bc rindou is my baby <3 i hope you like it!!

it starts slow. the fluttering of eyes, soft sighs, and the quiet hums.

the sun peeks subtly through the half-closed curtains, light spilling peacefully into rindou’s large bedroom. there’s a warmth that radiates from beside him—even when snuggled beneath the comfort of his thick blanket, he feels the hot touch of searing skin cuddled next to him.

he realizes, then, after he finally blinks away the bleariness from his eyes, pushing his messy hair away from his face—that it’s you.

with your arms caged around his own, it’s hard to turn, but once he does, he’s taken aback by the way you look so peaceful, so soothed where you sleep beside him.

he swallows the dryness in his throat, reaching over to brush the few flyaway hairs from your face. fuck, he thinks he could admire you like this all day.

the softness of your glowing skin, your parted lips, and the way you cling to him—it sets his heart on fire. the heat burns in his chest, intense and boiling.

it confuses him—because he’s never felt so at peace like this before when you weren’t around. he thinks of the days where he would wake up in a cold bed all alone; days where no one other than him would come in and out his room.

but … having you here, all warm and snuggled against him—it feels so natural.

heat bubbles inside of him. he can't help it—the emotions he feels, the affection he has for you is nothing that words could ever describe, he could never–even if he tried–explain exactly the way he feels because it’s so foreign, but so perfect at the same time.

your eyes flutter at his touch, and he sees your face furrow into a cute pout, digging yourself deeper into his neck as a response.

he huffs under his breath, finding the reaction amusing. your breath, hot and fanning over his neck and jaw, sends goosebumps straight down his spine. if he looks down … just a little bit, he sees the way your chest is almost completely spilling out of your tank.

and, fuck, does he absolutely burn at the sight.

he has no idea where this came from, the sudden heat in his lower belly. there’s nothing sexual about this, he thinks. you’ve cuddled many times before, and this is definitely not the first time you’ve spent the night together, but there’s something different about today.

you sigh softly from beside him, throwing your arm half haphazardly around his chest, and he takes this as an opportunity to turn to his side, hiking up your bare thigh over his waist.

with you face to face now, he stops for a moment, fully taking you in. even when asleep, your energy is contagious. the comfort and ease seeps out of you in waves, and he willingly lets himself be swept up by your current.

the ache is undeniable, he could feel a little embarrassed about it, but the sight of your chest braless, your nipples peeking through the thin white fabric, and the feel of your hot body pressed up next to him doesn’t make it any better.

“fuck,” he whispers, one of his hands shamelessly wandering all over you; from your back, to your sternum, even sneakily slipping it under the fabric of your top—he can’t hold himself back, he suddenly feels so overwhelmed, but how could he blame himself when you just look so inviting, so tempting?

he pushes you up further, pressing himself into the gap between your spread thighs, one arm hooked around your back, and his face deep into your neck as he breathes in deep, savoring your sweet, morning scent.

his tongue darts out unabashedly, licking up a line from your shoulder to your jaw, sucking and teasing the smooth skin.

you mumble something incoherently, pushing his face away from you, a smile creeping on your lips. this doesn’t stop him, he continues to press soft, wet kisses all over you.

he huffs out a laugh, gravelly and deep, “what? am i not allowed to kiss you?”

earlier, you thought you could ignore him just so you could get a few more moments of sleep. but, alas, your boyfriend is the neediest in the morning—and, the only way he gets it out of his system is by using you.

with the way his hips are grinding up against yours, slowly working up a rhythm, you know exactly where this is going to lead. he is being anything but subtle.

but you can't say you don’t love him for it.

“‘s not jus’ kisses,” you mumble out, sleep still laced in your tone. “i know what y’want,”

smiling, he can't help but press multiple kisses all over your face as a response. from your eyes, your forehead, a few on your plump cheeks and another last one, straight on the lips. this one is slower, you reciprocate, two sleepy lips molding together in a lazy kiss.

he pushes himself up, steadying himself on his elbows, and your legs part instinctively to make way for him. you finally open your eyes then, peering up at the crazy mess of hair and limbs.

“look who's finally up.” he playfully pinches your cheek.

“s’not like i had a choice.” you smile, looping your arms around his neck and bringing him down to kiss him once more, this time more greedy, you let his tongue freely tangle with yours. his hands, hot and curious, wander all over you—from squeezing the flesh of your thighs, digging himself deeper between the gap of your legs, to harshly tugging your nipples through your tank.

it’s slow, but desperate.

rin moves like he knows exactly the places that would get you whimpering for him, almost as if he has your entire body mapped out in his head. he knows you inside and out, the memory of you is ingrained into his brain permanently.

he’s earnestly grinding into your clothed core, hips pushing up against yours. it’s too hot—you think, your body suddenly burns with heat; and you crave him more each second.

“rin,” he swallows your yelp with his mouth when his hands tug your top over your chest, bare nipples perking at the sudden bite of cool air. “‘s too cold,”

his lips, soft and wet, start kissing down your chest, sucking and biting at the soft skin. he savors you, the sweet scent of your morning musk, the way you sigh and mewl at his actions.

he eats it up every time. the sounds you make could never get old, like perfect music to his ears. a melody he could never tire of hearing.

“keep talkin’ to me baby,” he says, voice husky. his hands trace over your chest, groping and tugging at your perked nipples, fuck, so fucking soft — he thinks. he squeezes at your chest, and you remember how you used to make fun of him at the way he uses them like stress balls. he fondles with the soft mounds freely, all while kissing his way around them.

you giggle at the sight of him, the way he gets lost in the feel of you.

“someone’s eager.”

both his hands cup your tits, squishing them together, and he buries his face into the plushness with a deep groan. “can’t help it. love these fuckin’ tits.”

you smile, can’t help but squirm when he tugs too hard, or when he sucks at a certain spot. the wet slick builds up on your panties, you note how it rubs uncomfortably against you, and with the ache slowly bubbling between your legs, your hips buck up against his shamelessly, trying to get even more stimulation against your clit.

“don’t call me greedy,” he huffs, slowly moving his hands down to the waistband of your shorts, “when you’re just as needy.”

your mouth drops open, “you started this, rin!”

he smiles, kissing your cheek once more, “up,” he pats the side of your hip, signaling you to raise them so he could easily slip your bottoms off.

with you mostly bare in front of him, he takes you in. your plush tits, now filled with bites and bruises, all marked up by him; the soft flesh of your torso and hips — it sends him into a spiral.

“fuck, you spoil me baby.” he says under his breath, mostly to himself. heat crawls up your neck and face as you peer up at him, his curious eyes drinking you in like sugary sweet honey, all laid out perfectly against the sheets.

“so fuckin’ sweet,” he whispers, the tips of his fingers brushing softly against your skin. the barely-there touch sends goosebumps all over your body, and you squirm around in response, biting on the inside of your cheek.

he kisses his way down your torso and hips, traveling down your body to meet your bare pussy on full display. with your legs spread wide open, the sight of your dewy cunt makes his dick ache, uncomfortably trapped in the confines of his sweats.

“always so ready for me,” he brings two fingers to trace the outside of your pussy, gathering the built up slick there, “so wet, and we’ve barely even done anything.”

“oh, rin-!” you gasp, as two of his long fingers easily slip inside your hole, it only hurts for a fraction of a second before the pleasure takes over the pain. he starts up a rhythm, pumping them in and out, marveling at how easily they move inside you.

you shudder and shake above him, reaching down to tug at the roots of his hair as he lays in between your legs. the sight of him shirtless, muscles and skin filled with ink all out for show, has you feeling impossibly warmer. the fact that one of japan's most wanted is right here, in between your legs, splitting you open with his fingers and pleasuring you, has you mewling his name even louder.

he is undeniably weak for you. his heart melts into a puddle at the thought of you, so who could blame him when he always wants to be the only one that could have you like this?

“oh, baby, she’s talking to me,” he groans, hazy eyes glued to the way your cunt swallows his fingers, slick running all the way down his fingers and his hand. the sounds coming from your pussy are obscene, loudly filling the room along with your soft whines.

just as the warm heat starts to build more and more in your belly, thighs twitching, and your little hands grab at him to steady yourself —he suddenly rips his fingers away from inside you.

“fuck, no! rin! please, please.” you twitch and cry, reaching for his hand as if to guide him right back where he was previously, but he doesn’t listen. your pussy spasms around nothing - feeling all too empty.

he comes back up to peck you sweetly on your lips, “you cum on my cock, baby.”

he spares no more time after that, and you don’t have time to think before he’s suddenly tossing you over on your belly, back facing him.

“rin! be more gentle.”

he clicks his tongue, moving so his thighs straddle your own, and his chest is skin-to-skin with your back. he slides his hands up your back and down to your tits to harshly tug at your nipples, “i know you like it rough, baby, don’t lie to yourself.” he whispers in your ear.

you squirm at the sparks of pleasure pain sent down your body, and you impatiently wiggle your butt to meet his clothed cock, aching to get more stimulation.

his sweats and boxers are finally off, and he could care more at the sudden bite of cold air if not for the way you look so needy, so impatient for him to finally fuck you.

“rin, please,” you turn your face as much as you can, peering up at him from where you lay — catching him while he slowly strokes his cock to fullness. the sight makes you whine even louder.

he laughs under his breath, “what a greedy baby,”

he finally settles comfortably between your legs, bending down so he’s once again pressed up straight against your back, and lines his leaking cock to your soaking hole.

there’s little resistance when he finally pushes his tip in, the slick from your previous build up makes it even easier for him to slide himself almost halfway into you in the first thrust.

“ahh, fuck,” he groans, face pressed into your shoulder, “loosen up, pretty girl.”

he starts a slow pace, lazily moving his hips against yours, huffing dirty words straight into your ear. it feels heavenly, the way your pussy molds perfectly around his dick, it sends shivers down his spine how the warmth and wetness envelops him. he cant help but plant a few kisses up your shoulder to your neck.

the bed creaks with every thrust, and you try your best to stabilize yourself on your hands.

“ohh, rin, just like that,” he angles his hips a certain way, and it rubs perfectly right where you want him. you think of the way only he could reach the places you want most. like his cock was made to be fuck you, and only you.

“yeah, sweet girl? right here?” he thrusts more force, jolting your body forward.

you whine even louder in response, and he drinks up everytime. one of his hands move to wrap around your hips, pushing them up every time to meet him in the middle.

your pussy aches. it pulses and squeezes around him, the wetness drips out of you and on the sheets, his cock, and your thighs. one thing he loves most about your greedy cunt, is how fucking wet it gets whenever you’re turned on. so ready to be fucked anytime, anywhere.

he grips you tighter, pushing you impossibly close to him, bringing his face right to the crook of your neck.

“greedy fuckin’ pussy,” he huffs, “so fuckin’ needy,”

“r-rin-! there, oh- right there,” you hang on to the sheets so hard you think you’d rip them.

he pushes himself even deeper, lost in the way your warmth surrounds him, the way you spasm deliciously. if he could spend every waking moment inside you, he would.

his hips slam back into yours with a loud slap, fucking you earnestly into the sheets. your back hurts, arched up, and head thrown back in the air, he knocks the air out of you each time.

with the way he’s fucking you, your mind can’t think of anything else but the way his cock feels while it’s bruising your insides. your orgasm comes quickly, his tip rubbing exactly where you need it repeatedly.

“g’nna cum! i’m, oh!”

he holds you even tighter, breath heaving with every thrust, “c’mon pretty girl, cum on this fucking cock, lemme feel you,”

it washes over you in waves, there’s a moment where you feel like you can’t breath because it feels too fucking good. all thoughts fly out of your head as you completely lose yourself in the pleasure.

“ahh, fuck, there it is.”

rindou follows quickly, your orgasm only making it harder for him to keep it together — so he doesn’t. he fills your insides to the brim, filling you up all the way with his warm and sticky seed.

he could never get tired of fucking you, he thinks there’s no way anyone else could make him feel the same as you; always so perfect and pliant.

he pulls out to see the way the cum drips out of you, completely wetting the sheets under. planting a few kisses on your shoulder before he flops over to his side, chest heaving.

you find your place beside him, wrapping your arms over his neck. “love you.” you mumble.

he smiles, kissing you once more on your lips before pulling you closer, “i love you too, baby.”

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mokutone · 2 years

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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Kemonomimi/Hybrid Darling - Genshin

Another January req ahhh, sorry this took me so long. This was the earliest but I got a ton of animal-girl asks after that one catgirl post, so, this was what I came up with.

I had too much fun with this. I wanted to go for a couple types of kemonomimi and the kind I think they'd like/work well with. And I tried to include some lesser-appreciated kemonomimi as well, and not just the standard cat, bunny and dog, although they're there. And some I had more than one I couldn't decide on so I did both.

This isn't exactly all yandere, it's more like mild-to-moderate dark content. Some of these are pretty wholesome and some get darker/have problematic content. The darker ones and hornier ones are beneath the cut. And some are a longer than others, I just had more thoughts on some.

TWs: fem reader, contains light-to-moderate ns//fw content, forced domestication of feral hybrids, hybrids are property, discussion of heats, mentions of somnophilia, mentions of non/dubcon, impregnation mentions, discrimination? Idk basically hybrids are looked down on/considered property, sexualization of animal traits, kidnapping/trapping, you get the idea, also kinda emotional abuse bc Scaramouche

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So worldbuilding, I'm thinking like... a universe of like, you know, kinda the same road we were going down with the catgirl thing, where hybrids are kinda seen as "lessers" and are essentially property. They're less intelligent than humans, some are domesticated, some are feral.

They're more or less treated exactly like actual dogs and cats and the like - they can be bred and sold as property, some are feral and live on the streets/in the wild, and generally if found, they're free real estate as long as you can care for them. I imagine anti-abuse laws exist, though.

Venti - cat

It's unfortunate, really, for him to fall in love with the one animal he can't be around. He likely takes in a stray, a little lost catgirl rummaging through trash outside the tavern or something like that, he takes pity on such a sweet creature and decides to hand you some food day after day. Living in the city, this catgirl is perfectly adjusted to human speech, so he just kind of offers to let you come with him. He doesn't really have any place to stay long term, but he lets you come with him throughout the day, and it's really a lot better than staying outside all by yourself.

But there's the obvious issue... that he's allergic to you. He invests in some really strong allergy medicine, likely commissions the alchemists to make some for him, just so he can be around you. Being the lenient owner he is, he still lets you roam around during the day, gets you a pretty little collar so that way you don't get lost and can't be returned. He likes showing you off to people, his pretty little kitty, and besides, people are weak to animals in general, so you end up earning him a bit of extra mora because you soften people's hearts and make them a bit more generous when giving him donations.

As a catgirl, you have a natural desire to be taken care of and owned, and given the immense amounts of freedoms you have, you don't ever really have a lot of conflict with him. It's a good life, honestly, one of the best that you could have gotten. ...There's still the slightest hints of yandere tendencies, though. You can't help but notice that the collar isn't a normal one that just clips, but has a lock and key so that you can't take it off. Just a subtle, little reminder that even if you wanted to leave... well, you know.

Chongyun - fox

Specially the arctic variety. It's hard to obtain, and he most likely has to pay a good deal for one, but he figures an arctic fox hybrid, which are very rare, is best suited for his lifestyle, so you won't be bothered by the cold. He's a little embarrassed of buying a hybrid, but to be honest he does intentionally seek one out, being the sexually repressed horny teenage boy he is, he's had more than one fantasy about them.

He's the sweetest. He takes good care of you, really, he's super into trying to be the best owner ever, you get the idea. He borrows books from Xingqiu on how to properly care for foxes, what food you like, etc. Since they're so rare, you're likely captured right out of the wild, and can't speak very well, so you work together on that. He spends a lot of time on care and grooming and the like, giving you baths and brushing your tail and hair. He likes the fluffy tail to be honest. It's... a thing for him.

He's slightly shy in terms of others seeing you, he tends to be a bit defensive and overprotective, especially because, he figures, you're so rare and expensive that someone might try to steal you away. This results in very limited contact with others, and limited freedoms. You can't roam around or anything, he keeps you by his side. He's ok with you staying with Xingqiu if necessary, but that's about it. He has a leash and will keep you on it anytime you're not securely inside.

Xingqiu - fox

Yeah, they match, he honestly decides to get one right around the same time as Chongyun because hey, if he's getting one, he might as well too. He goes for a more normal kind, but still somewhat an exotic pet as foxes are to begin with. Likely a red fox or a black fox hybrid. They're highly coveted and turn heads wherever you go, and let's be real, spoiled rich kid that he is, he loves his status symbols every now and then.

And speaking of status symbols, he invests a startling amount of money in a collar -- it's got jewels and gold and all that, has your name and his engraved into it, along with the commerce guild's emblem to make sure people know where to return you should anything happen. He likes to take you for walks in public, he's not too afraid of theft, since his house is well-secured, but he does keep you on a leash when you're outside.

It's a normal thing in the family, it's likely his brother also has a hybrid, so whenever one is gone, the other supervises, and lets the two hybrids play together or something. He won't take kindly to the idea of you potentially developing a fondness for his brother, though. If you do, or even if you're misbehaved in general, you lose estate-wandering privileges and end up in a cage until you can promise to be better.

Bennett - bear

Bear hybrids are, you see, notorious for being hard to domesticate. They can be pretty stubborn, clumsy, need to eat a lot, and, the primary factor that deters people from having them as pets, they hibernate. Most people can't afford to feed them as much as they need before hibernation, and don't want to keep a pet that sleeps several weeks at a time.

But as such, bear hybrids, unlike many catgirls and doggirls and the like, don't worry much about being taken or claimed as property, so they are more careless. They're... less fetishized than other hybrids. You don't have the long fluffy tail or big moving ears that humans tend to sexualize, you have a short stumpy tail and little round ears. Feral cat/dog/fox girls would never be so careless as to sleep out in the open, but you naively think you have nothing to worry about. But to him, it's the cutest thing he's ever seen. He's seen plenty of catgirls and doggirls, but you're special.

Luckily for him, you're not moving a muscle, because he manages to catch you in said hibernation. He slips and falls directly into some cave, and you're just laying there. What incredible luck, he can't really believe something so fortunate would happen to him. And hibernation is so deep, you don't even wake up when you're being transported. He can't afford to bring you back home, since he doesn't have a place of his own, and his dads would never let him keep you, but he can't risk this little beargirl that he's fallen in love with at first sight getting away and never being seen again. So he drags you away to a little place where he once found himself trapped... The temple. He now knows how to operate the mechanisms keeping you trapped, so he can always get out and keep you in.

It's rather disorienting and frightening when you wake up in a completely different place than you fell asleep, but he's so sweet about it, you know? Insists that there's nothing to worry about, because sure, most people can't take care of a bear hybrid, but he will dedicate all his time and energy (and there's a lot of energy!) to keeping you happy and healthy.

After all, he's always finding food in chests rather than mora, and he frequently has beehives fall out of trees right on his head, which he'll bring back for you to eat, covered in stings. He assures you that if you were outside, you'd surely be mistaken for an animal and get hurt by hunters, this keeps you safe. He even brings back logs for you to scratch your claws on so they don't get too long. And he's not too restrictive, he'll take you for long walks in the woods. Unfortunately, your human side renders you still weaker than him, unlike an actual bear that could kill him in one blow, so you can't really get away. He'll do anything you want as long as you accept your life, and he visits you so often that it's somewhat easy to adjust to, he even sleeps there often at night. It's an easy life, and you no longer have to worry about finding food yourself or getting hurt, so, like a lot of feral hybrids, you can adjust to this life pretty easily, if you try. He doesn't mind the hibernating, it's not quite like actual bears, it's only every few months for a week or so, and it's not as if he can't play with you in your sleep anyway.

Zhongli - cat

The standard, of course, but it's fitting. Literally one of the best owners you could ask for. Definitely one of those people that pours unreasonable amounts of money into a pet, making sure they have the nicest of things, and gets new things all the time. He could acquire one in a variety of ways, really, but also most likely ends up taking in a stray. Ironically, likely not just a homeless one like Venti, but an actual feral one, one from the actual wild that doesn't speak well, doesn't wear clothes, is a little bit aggressive and very scared. He likely rescues one from an unfortunate situation, being cornered by some predator or stuck in a hunting trap. He's just weak to pity, really, and your soft little crying and struggling tugs at his heart, he can't just let you die, so, he takes you in. Even though you're hissing and thrashing and clawing at his clothes the entire time he's dragging you along, until dumping you right into the little abode you'll be spending your life in.

It's kind of funny because you're not exactly suited for the soft, gentle housecat lifestyle. You're used to struggling and running around, not spending your days lazing and being taken care of, and certainly aren't used to obedience. It's... frustrating how you struggle, but don't worry. He's patient like that.

Declaws you early. Assures you it won't hurt a lot, and it's better for you this way! ...After all, now you stand no chance of ever surviving on your own. You need him. Not that you didn't already need him, but it helps you recognize that. Besides, you're so soft and sweet , at least he knows you are deep down, so having those sharp little things just isn't befitting, you have no use for them in your world of softness and gentleness. And besides, thanks to you he had to buy new clothes.

Despite being rowdy and moody and initially not fond of taking commands, you have to admit that having reliable food sources is pretty nice. You settle into the soft lifestyle, and eventually find yourself liking it, apologizing for being so disagreeable when you were first rescued, the word you now use rather than taken.

But he accepts that and assures you it's fine, you were just scared and lashing out as animals do. He takes a lot of pride in the taming process, honestly. There's something really fulfilling and satisfying about seeing you go from feral and aggressive and defiant to soft and obedient. The heats make you crave touch and help, and they're an important part of said taming process, using your desperation as leverage to remind you how nice he is and how grateful you should be.

Kaeya - dog

He actually doesn't go get some doggirl from an actual market or source of any kind, no, that doesn't quite fulfill the savior complex style narcissism he has, and he considers himself too busy to own a hybrid anyway. Until one day he's forced to deal with one, some little mutt hybrid that was caught stealing food out of homes or something of that nature, and he's told to go handle the situation, since they can't put the little thing in normal jail with a bunch of human men for, well, her own safety, so they just have her locked up at the headquarters.

All locked up, stuffed in a crate, and sniffly, tears in your eyes and ears pressed flat against your head, it's pitiful really, and so unfair, he thinks, you're too dumb to be held responsible the same way a person is, and you had no choice, you were starving after all. Much like actual dogs, people tend to neglect mutt dog hybrids, view them as having less value, so your life is probably one of neglect and being tossed around from one apathetic, cruel owner to the next. It's just so, so heartbreaking.

You'd be so much better off in an actual home than prison, and something like you deserves another chance. So he pulls some strings and gets you out, on the condition that you have to come live with him. Signs a few papers and it's a done deal. And you'll be grateful.

You're so, so grateful to not be locked away, and for the first time in your life you have an owner that loves you and is nice to you, so of course you'll be obedient and adoring. Unlike the doggirls you can buy and obtain in high end places, that are stuck up and ungrateful, that haven't known hardship.

In a way, you're kind of alike. He understands the feeling of being thrust into a new scary environment, of feeling discarded and abandoned, so it's partially that, too, as well as the security of knowing you'll be thankful, that makes him decide it's a good idea. There's a feeling of understanding there, as well as pity and the more manipulative aspect of your thankfulness, and, deep down, the fear of abandonment he knows you have, and will be good to make sure you don't end up thrown out again. Dogs are loving, loyal creatures after all, and they have a desire to be loved in return, that is, they crave affection, which he can give you if you're good, and deprive you of if you're not. It's even easier to control you than a human darling. And the heats help, making you needy and begging and the process is good for bonding, becoming so used to and attached to him you can't imagine a life without him.

Oh, and if said past cruel, abusive owners live in Mondstadt or anywhere nearby, they'll be getting an unpleasant visit.

Childe - cat, bunny

Ah yes, the standard kemonomimis of horny™. And they're supposedly insatiably horny themselves. He has no shame, so he'd just buy one. He's a lot more restrictive with a hybrid than a normal human darling, likely putting you in a large cage a lot of the time. In this world, people are more envious of hybrid-havers and are more prone to trying to steal them, and being creatures who become senseless when it comes to food, you don't know any better when it's being waved in front of your face and you'll just walk right into the hands of anyone holding out food, so he can't just let you roam.

Cats are notoriously temperamental. Hence, they tend to be sold to people who enjoy... taming rowdy things. They have a bit of fight in them. And he likes that well enough. It would be no fun if you just did everything you were supposed to by default. He gets one that still has claws, but it's a control factor, constantly threatening you with declawing if you don't behave. You know they put you to sleep for it, but he still exaggerates and makes it sound so awful it scares you anyway, so you'd best not scratch if you value them. And he will, actually, follow through on it if you are bad enough, but you'd have to really scratch him up to reach that point. He exploits cat weaknesses, honestly, like laser pointers and dangling things and kinda makes fun of you for being so easily entertained and simple minded. Given the tsundere nature of cats, it makes you mad, but your angry pouting is easily turned once again to mesmerized entrancement, cutting you off mid sentence the moment something is once again dangled in front of you.

Bunnies are less temperamental, but have a lot of energy that can be hard to keep up with. But, they're highly sexualized in this culture, often marketed as submissive little bunny sex dolls, complete with fluffy puffball tails and the consumer's choice of pointy or floppy ears. Still, a lot of that energy translates to just needing to get bred and stuffed with baby bunnies, so, it works out, he can exert all the daily frustrations of work and you can get out the energy you need to with bouncing. And you sleep in spontaneous sessions, which can get annoying if you're wide awake at like 3 am, so he tends to force you to lay down anyway, even leashing you to the bed if necessary.

He also likes to just, tug the tail, no matter which creature you are. Whether it's fluffy bunny tail that you can wrap the fuzz around a finger and tug on or a waving winding cat tail that can be grabbed. He just likes the mewling/squeaking reaction it gets and the way you jolt.

Diluc - dog, bird

He probably owns actual dogs, really, for security purposes or whatever, so he kinda lets you play with them whenever he's busy. He's... slightly shameful, likely has someone else go buy one, or rather, adopt one. That way he can insist he just wants to be a good person and adopt a hybrid to a nice home, you know? Not for... other purposes. He's generally a sweet but strict owner. His actual dogs can go where they want, but you're an inside doggirl only. Even though you don't leave the house, though, it still feels somewhat appropriate to get a collar, it's just kind of the thing you do.

You're limited to indoors, but can still walk around. He gets maids to take care of you if he's too busy, but doesn't mind if you come in and lay on the floor while he works either, provided you're not too whiny. Not that it's annoying, but because he's weak to said whining and whimpering and will end up dropping whatever he's doing to give you attention and ends up getting nothing done.

Still, doggirls do have heats, and so that is something that needs taking care of. He's awkward about it, but still sweet, even if a bit rough. He's not actually all that familiar with the process and has to ask you how long it lasts, what you need, etc. It becomes something to look forward to.

It's not exactly a kemonomimi, as they have no tail and have human ears, but I could also see him having a bird hybrid. They're rare, and highly elusive, but they exist, and they're very, very afraid of people, so contact is limited and you can't really find them for sale anywhere. And notably... they love fruit. It's likely by a stroke of luck that a bird hybrid is hungry enough to start sneaking into the vineyards and taking off with what's more or less his profits, so that's a bit irritating, so he'll just kill whatever pest is stealing, he thinks. It starts at night (maybe out of smarts to avoid being seen, maybe an owl hybrid, your choice), but he knows something is stealing from him, so he decides to stake out one night and wait for whatever thief animal is running around and is rather surprised to see something so rare. Obviously killing you now is out of the question.

It's a really strikingly beautiful creature, too, really, and it's more or less just an instant fascination/obsession. But if he lets you get away and scares you, you won't come back, so he knows he only has one chance, so he lets it slide that night and plans ahead, gets a net trap of sorts, or has workers help him capture the thing the next night. You fight and struggle and all, but in the end you can't get away, so you get dragged inside.

The first order of business is, obviously, clip those annoying wings of yours. It's honestly an instant game over situation, and traumatizing for poor bird darling. Not only is it painful, but it seals your fate -- it's a permanent procedure, and without them, you'll never be able to survive on your own, so you are more or less forced to accept whatever this man has in store for you. Poor thing. But at the very least, you're loved and taken care of, given a pretty cage to stay in, and now you can have all the grapes you want, so... that's a plus, one little highlight amid your misery. It's what you get for stealing.

Xiao - raccoon/tanuki

Honestly it's hilarious. Raccoons are cryptid forces of chaos. Replace with tanuki if you want to go for something more setting-appropriate. They're fast speedy lil things, they're nocturnal, but they sleep all the time, they eat anything, they're lazy, they climb trees, they hide. They are generally thought of as being very unintelligent and, most of all, are relentlessly stubborn, both in real life and in North American/Japanese folktales respectively. They fear neither God nor death and they will look you in the eye as they defy you.

Being known to live around the bases of mountains, especially where there are bodies of water, it makes sense a little feral raccoon would find Jueyun Karst a good place to make a little den. Lots of amber deposits/tree resin to lick at, nice protective trees, a rocky environment to nestle in. And you happen to choose a spot right smack in the middle of the territorial local adepti. This is, of course, an issue, so he goes on their behalf to tell you to, well, get out, that as a half human, you're not welcome to stay.

Now, most people are generally terrified of the adepti and would run away at the first sign that they are unwelcome, so it's quite the surprise when this creature, angry at being awoken and bothered just says... "no." Refuses to budge. Tells him to get his own tree. He's... taken aback? Again, it's actually rather funny, he doesn't know what to... do, he's never really dealt with someone simultaneously so weak and small but so blatantly defiant before.

The natural reaction is to just throw you out himself. Snatches you right out of the tree by the ringtail and drags you squealing and whimpering. Now, these creatures have quite the claws on them, so it's only natural to lash out and scratch him, but that... makes him mad. You get a slash in on the arm and he gets so mad that he drops you and gives you one good thwack to the head and puts you out cold. He didn't really mean to, the anger just got the better of him. But now, he can't just dump you outside Jueyun Karst, because you could easily get eaten by monsters, and well, as a half-human, he's technically obligated to protect you. So dragging you to the abode was supposed to be temporary, he might even let you out once and put you back in the wilderness, telling you to go find somewhere else to live... only to find you back in the same spot. So he throws you out again. And you come back. Out of stupidity or defiance, he's not sure.

Eventually he realizes that you're just going to keep coming back no matter what, so, to permanently deal with the issue, he decides to be nice and, rather than just killing you or whatever, keeps you. You are one of those hybrids, after all, and he doesn't know a lot about the culture surrounding humans and hybrids, but he knows that they essentially keep them as pets, the same way you would any other pet, except they're fuckable. This way you stay out of the way.

Unlike a lot of owners, he doesn't focus on trying to domesticate you in a human sort of way. Most hybrid owners try to get their little hybrids to be more human-like, with a few exceptions like obedience and sometimes leashes, but they encourage them to have human behaviors in terms of eating at a table, dressing themselves etc. He takes the pet idea a bit too seriously so he just... goes off of what he knows you're supposed to do for an actual animal. He's seen humans take care of dogs before. You get them a bowl for food and water, you put collars on them, bathe them every now and then, buy them things to chew on. He also clips your claws down to nubs so you can't scratch him anymore.

Unlike with normal yan!Xiao, this time around it starts off as keeping you just so that you're not a problem, until he can figure out what to do with you. Problem is he never really does figure out what to do with you, so your captivity becomes permanent. After a while, not that he'd say so, but he realizes he's become emotionally attached, and actually enjoys your presence, and kinda likes watching you walk around all naked and shameless, so he just decides to keep you. He never really announces that he's made that decision, but if you ask when you get to leave, he'll just bluntly tell you you're not. Too bad for you. Should've listened the first time.

Razor - wolf, deer

People probably mistakenly think he's a hybrid a lot before realizing he has no ears/tail. He knows hybrids exist but has never seen one, probably thinks they're limited to cats and dogs, but at some point whilst making the ventures he likes to avoid into human society for this or that reason, sees you! And gets confirmation that you're not a doggirl, but an actual wolfgirl!

The thing about our wolfgirl is that she's... completely domesticated. Born and raised in captivity, never set foot in the wild. The situation is the complete ironic opposite of all our boys here ripping animalgirls out of the wild. But that doesn't really deter him, he's convinced that once you get outside, where your real home is, you'll fit in, and everything will come naturally. You weren't meant to be in the city, you were meant to be out in the woods. It's where you belong.

It's like... reverse domestication? Sure, you don't know how to hunt, but you can be taught. You must have been so sad and alone in human society. You're pack animals, meant to be with others of your own kind, it's basically cruelty for them to deprive you of that and force you to live with humans. Honestly, you probably belonged to someone else already, being domesticated and all, he just... straight up steals you. He doesn't have much concept of theft -- you were there walking around, only chained up to a wall in a yard, practically asking to be taken, the chain is so easy to break.

Also, the jealousy. He wishes he was a hybrid sometimes. Like, how come YOU get to have ears and a tail and sharp teeth like lupical while he's stuck with dumb human ears and teeth? The world is unfair.

Now, what's honestly funnier is a prey animal darling. A sweet little deer (maybe a cat or bunny, too, it all works really). It's on sight. Growling and eyeing you. He knows something about you is... exciting in a weird way. Same as the thrill of the hunt. Wants to chase you down and watch you run as you squeak and squeal out of terror, the little white fluffy tail bouncing around. Watch your little ears tilt and flatten, watch you cower and tremble, but at the same time, oddly enough, he doesn't actually want to kill and eat you. You're... exciting in some way he doesn't quite understand yet. He'll figure it out.

The thing is, you're in constant terror because the wolves, unlike him, are ready to absolutely rip you apart, so he has to tell them that you're friend not food and that you might be the odd one of the family, but you're still part of it. That doesn't stop you from noticing that sometimes they... look at you with a hunger in their eyes... drool a bit when they watch you... Fortunately for him, this results in you quickly running to him for protection and comfort, crying because you're scared and would greatly prefer to not be eaten.

Scaramouche - lamb

Ah, lambgirls. Soft, fluffy, and by far the least intelligent, but most soft and timid of all hybrids. Wooly curly ears and a puff tail. They're actually not too popular, as they require a lot of constant vigilance so they don't get themselves killed in some dumb way, and their wool is more easily matted and requires more cleaning than a furry animal, and they're not culturally hypersexualized in the way other hybrids are. They're incredibly spacey and airheaded, often drifting off into space and very unaware of their surroundings. And they're all domestic, can't survive in the wild, but this actually makes them somewhat rare, as there are no feral lambgirls, yet people don't often create or breed domestic ones as they're unpopular.

He probably acquires you by accident, some stray thing that ended up lost and just wandering out on the road, no real destination or even knowing where you are, so on encounter with this odd-looking guy you say exactly that, not even really capable of pretending otherwise. That you don't know where you're going or what you're really doing.

He'll never say he took pity on you, but that you seemed at the very least competent enough to follow basic instructions, and if nothing else can be useful as a dumb slave animal. Better put to some use than just existing, so returning you is out of the question. You don't really have any better ideas, and the guy says he'll feed you, and you are hungry, so... you just follow him. It's that simple. You don't complain over being collared and you don't argue over the choice of name when he gives you one, since you tell him you don't have one, and you'd know if you did, since, despite being cognitively... challenged, sheep do have excellent memory. He remarks that you were probably just thrown out for being too stupid, but before you can confirm or deny, tells you that that's ok. It's better if you're stupid, since stupid, dumb animals follow orders better. They know their place and accept it, and that's good.

You get accustomed to life as a pet pretty easily. And he throws a fit every time you do something dumb, since you do fuck up a lot of instructions, but (not that you have deep enough thoughts to notice), he never actually threatens to get rid of you. And whenever you fuck up something you were doing for others, on the occasions that someone else needs this or that fetched out of drawer or cabinet and he allows them to delegate that task to you, he shoots death glares at them when you hand them the wrong thing, a silent message to not dare criticize it, so they just thank you and pretend it's fine.

He complains about how difficult it is to untangle and brush your wool, why can't you just have fur like the better kinds of hybrids, it's a waste of his time, but... he always insists on doing it himself, won't let anyone else do it, not even you. Always grumbles that the collar is useless and a waste of money, but... also insists on getting the best kind, an expensive leather one that won't easily come off, and a little bell so he can find you more easily. Talks about how other hybrids like bunnies and cats are hotter and more fuckable, but doesn't seem to have a problem with fucking you on a daily basis and cumming to the little noises you make. He bullies you, pulls your ears or tail at random to make you bleat, chokes you on your own collar, tells you how dumb and simple you are, but once beat a subordinate for mocking you. Every now and then will occasionally absent-mindedly stroke your head in a way that's oddly gentle.

If you were smarter, you might be able to draw conclusions about what he says versus how he truly feels, but you aren't. Just a dumb little lamb happy to have someone that likes you enough to make you theirs.

Albedo - ???

Yeah see the thing is. What the hell are you? He doesn't know, and neither do you, actually.

He finds some little hybrid out in the mountains or something that's... vaguely mammalian. It has limited human contact and not the best speech, but it's manageable. The thing is, whatever you are, it's a solitary creature that doesn't exist in groups, so you don't actually know what your kind is, and have little to no memories of a parent. Or so he finds out by trying to make conversation. Probably originally finds you caught in some animal trap or digging through his things, or, in your human side's curiosity, watching this new intruder to your habitat from a distance, and he likewise takes notice. So it actually becomes a sort of obsessive fascination with him. He's constantly trying to figure you out, he knows a lot of things you aren't, but not what you are.

Uses process of elimination to filter out possibilities -- the tail is too fluffy for a dog or wolf, too short for a cat, too long for a bear or rodent. Ears are somewhat pointed, somewhat round, not quite big and not quite small. He decides he can't go on physical evidence alone and needs to observe your behavioral patterns as well. The only way to do that is to eventually transition you to captivity.

So he's nice. Builds trust with the weird little feral hybrid creature. Leaves food laying out, gradually moves the bowl closer and closer to the little camp he has. He knows you won't come willingly, but it's for the sake of science, so he feels less bad about eventually setting a trap, or drugging the food. And you get more aggressive in captivity, but hey, all hybrids are domesticatable with time, you're half human after all. Even though hybrids are a bit on the unintelligent side, you're even more so with the extreme naivete. So he can pretty easily convince you that it's for a good reason, that he's protecting you from predators or something. And he begins to perform experiments and observations on you. What time of day you sleep, are you nocturnal or not, what foods do you like the most or dislike, a carnivore or a herbivore or omnivore, that kind of thing, narrowing down possibilities, the irritating thing is eventually it reaches a point where there's something wrong because just when he thinks he's got it figured out, you do something or have some feature that rules out that possibility. So he moves onto reproductive abilities. Do you have heats or not? It turns out you do, he finds out unintentionally while just checking up on you in your little cage. And it would be animal cruelty to just let you suffer like that, you know. And gives you medicine that induces lactation, just to make sure you're a mammal. Not that it's a fetish or anything, no.

Eventually you become domesticated and easier to deal with. This person feeds you and gives you a warm environment, and you're safe from the cold and predators here, so once you're past the initial phase where you freak out and struggle because you're just scared of an unfamiliar environment, you become adjusted and realize this life is better for you, easier, without worry. All you really have to do is exist and follow instructions and not cause problems, it's easy enough. The collar he eventually gets you is uncomfortable at first, but you get used to it. And he never does figure out exactly what you are, but decides it ultimately doesn't matter that much. He didn't come to a conclusion, but he still got something good out of the whole venture.

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Of Flowers and Lust

Here is a kofi commission for @uhohko who I had the absolute pleasure of working with because they really said ‘hey Peach here’s all your kinks in one’ and so I kind of went absolutely bonkers with this. The idea? Sex pollen, Elliott getting a full whiff of it, Bloodhound getting WRECKED LIKE THEY DESERVE.

Summary: Bloodhound loves to collects herbs and natural flora for at home remedies and cooking. This can involve some things such as mushrooms that can calm down anxieties, to natural foliage that can help you sleep, or even to the pretty yellow flowers they bring home that are to increase sex drive and fertility. Elliott is always effected much harder, more intensely by these things for some reason. Yet, he never takes the time to consider that Bloodhound says 'don't touch this' was a demand, rather than the 'suggestion' he takes it as. Or. In which Elliott inhales sex pollen and wants to breed Bloodhound until the morning is night.

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Mirage/Bloodhound

Warnings: NSFT/R18+, Bloodhound has a vulva and hella body mods (you can find my hc of them listed in my masterlist), Sex pollen BUT CONSENSUAL, copious amounts of cum, loud loud breeding kink, The term ‘mama’ is used for Bloodhound which is bc nb folk Can use gendered terms u know and I’m only putting this here bC SOMEONE IS GONNA CLOWN, Lots of dirty talk like filthy filthy talk, cum swallowing.

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It should be best stated now that: Elliott did not take to listening very well.

No, no, not emotionally. No, Elliott was a fantastic partner. He was kind and sweet, even going so far as to try with all his might to help with Bloodhound’s insomnia. Gods bless him, trying to stay awake with them through the nights, eyes fighting to stay open whilst Bloodhound cozily read up next to him. It wasn’t that he didn’t take to listening well in their relationship, no, Elliott was just as attentive as Bloodhound was to their beloved in turn.

No. It is simply the fact of the matter that Elliott did not take to listening to things like ‘Don’t put that in your mouth’ as a warning, but more as a suggestion.

For most things Bloodhound foraged, it wasn’t an issue. It would have minor side effects or Elliott would simply not enjoy the taste or smell of it. They did a lot of cooking now that they could cook for two- when they weren’t cooking with Makoa for the whole compound that is- and Bloodhound enjoyed finding fresh ingredients. Whether that was from the various plants they grew in their room, or what they could find on planet. Including meats that they’d hunt themself and Elliott would be ‘wowed’ by all the dishes they could create.

They took pride in being able to cook for him, and in turn they watched Elliott light up when it was his turn to make something. Their two styles of cooking varied vastly, with Elliott leaning more comforting, filling foods. Whilst Bloodhound leaned more for spices and what would be earthier and slow cooked.

With this, also came Bloodhound foraging for ‘alien plants’ as Elliott called them.

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Nearing the arena was natural foliage and thick woods that weren’t recommended to go in, woods in which Bloodhound often found a creature to get meat from and organic vegetation. This could also lead to them going out merely to collect flora that they would crush and turn into salves, teas, medicines, various things that they must have learned from their uncle. Who Elliott only knew from Bloodhound gently opening up one night, but not a lot about him.

Bloodhound was more reserved, and Elliott made sure they knew how proud he was of them anytime they opened up with one more little thing.

It was the little things.

Recently, Elliott had been staying in their room for longer periods of time. Going from hours to days to staying an entire week. Bloodhound didn’t mind, not in the slightest. Elliott had stated it was to help their insomnia at first, only to shyly rub the back of his neck with a soft laugh and say, “And, uh, I...I like your company at night- w-well, all the time, I mean, like, of course I love your company! All the time, I just meant like, when we’re sleeping together and- and-and--”

And they’d let him talk it out of his system, hands moving only to slow down when he peeked over to see their patient gaze. He’d taken a slow breath, his cheeks flushed and a soft laugh bubbling from him when Bloodhound had smiled kindly and stated, “I understand, beloved. You need not to worry. I enjoy your company as well. At all hours.”

Just the tiniest joke to ease his nerves and make that blindingly beautiful, dimpled smile split across his face.

But, now that he was here more often, it meant he was curious in the flora Bloodhound always brought back. They had a thin cord run across their window to sun dry any flora. Always tied up and strung upside down to be dried and later crushed into powders or turned into various other things. Mushrooms were dried the same way and anything else they might try- however, Elliott was a curious creature.

Bloodhound tries to teach him, explaining the properties and uses of certain things and why they collect them. The strange vibrant, violet mushrooms were to ease anxiety if used in a small dosage. Normally used in teas or to hold under the tongue until mush to spit out.

They had started to explain that eating one, or not dissolving into tea, could cause a feeling as if being high. But when they turn around, they’d found Elliott already chomping down on one with a face of ‘uh-oh’ when they’d turned to look at him.

It was amusing to watch him laze about and whine that he couldn’t move. It wouldn’t harm him bodily or mentally, no, but Bloodhound did mildly delight in watching Elliott roll around on their bed and chirp about how ‘soooft and waaaarm and great smelling’ their bed was. Although, even more delight arose when they realized he was practically humping their bed.

Yes, it appeared Elliott’s body reacted more...acutely to certain things.

Side effects that could be rarer, such as arousal from that particular mushroom. Though even more peculiar is when he’d cum in their mouth, only to sigh and thank them in a lazy tone and say, “Yeah, you’re WAY better than a pumpkin.”

A response that had them quirking a brow, but never receiving an answer when they’d heard him snoring. Able to see him spread out like a starfish with a half hard dick flopped on his hip.

Attractive.

For most things, Bloodhound has learned that in the case of them bringing home foreign flora or vegetation, that by default Elliott will not listen. Thankfully they’ve never brought anything dangerous home, besides some poisonous bark that they kept AWAY from Elliott in another area in which he would not curiously bring it to his nose.

Today, however, they’ve brought home beautiful yellow flowers. They’re small, almost budding open like a tube with its petals with cobalt pollen stems inside. They bloom in a group, almost looking like lavender on their trimmed stems to be able to fit into a tightly sealed bag.

Bloodhound enters their room in full gear, shutting and locking the door behind them and finding their home cleaned up. With only just a jacket over the pile of cushions and furs that acted almost as a couch in the center of the main room.

Different bones rest along the walls of their home, either from their own hunts or Artur or Munnin bringing them in. Picture frames that Elliott had brought them with pictures of them in more intimate scenarios like their first date, or a picture that just consisted of Elliott taking a selfie that he had given as a joke gift for their birthday that they wound up cherishing. To different potted plants that lined the open wall towards their small kitchen area.

Elliott comes around the corner looking freshly showered. He’s got on a black t-shirt that’s a little tight on him and showing his midriff, most certainly belonging to Bloodhound, and some gray sweatpants. It’s casual wear, showing he’s already made up his mind on staying for a few days.

A decision that Bloodhound gladly accepts.

His curls are still a bit damp, it looks like, and as they start to remove their gear, starting with their respirator, they inhale and can smell the products he uses in his hair and the soaps he must have borrowed. Their full lips quirk up briefly, the idea that he smelled like them always irking a flicker of possessiveness in their stomach.

Theirs.

“Ah, hey, Houndie! Was wondering when you’d be back!” Elliott greets, coming closer as they start to remove their helmet, shaking their frizzy red curls free and pulling their goggles up and onto the top of their head.

They greet him properly once he reaches them, gently cupping his cheeks and pulling him close to rest their foreheads together.

It’s quiet and intimate, letting their breath mingle and noses gently nuzzling. Elliott would have never guessed for them to be so affection and intimate, not back before they were dating- or even friends for that matter! It had taken all of Bloodhound’s courage to even hook their pinkies their first date.

Even now he smiles through it, keeping his eyes closed for the twenty seconds Bloodhound holds him before gently letting him go. “I apologize. It took longer to find than I thought it would.” Speaking as they move to remove their upper armor. Too heavy and hot to be worn indoors. They’re left in their long sleeved, tight black shirt, gloves, combat boots, and tactical pants.

A look in which they know Elliott is graciously looking at their ass once they turn their back to him.

Bloodhound moves around him towards their counter area they’d built. Set up with cutting boards to the side, herb separators, and various knives to help them with the set up. They set the clear bag full of flowers atop, feeling as Elliott curiously stalks behind them.

With their hands still gloved, they pull out the flowers and set them on top of the smooth counter. Peeking around for their ribbon to tie them up and huffing when they find it not in sight. They can already feel Elliott hovering behind them, making that curious little noise he does in a quiet question of what they had.

“They are called The Child Bestowers,” Bloodhound begins, watching from the corner of their good eye as Elliott shuffles to their side to peek around them. “They are for aiding in arousal, for those who need help, as well as providing a pleasant sensation if turned into lubrication. They are also said to help with fertility, if you are to drink them in teas or bathe with them. Or to increase sperm count, if the person having them has external genitalia.” They explain, gently aligning them into a bouquet to rest on top of each other.

“Soooo...it’s a sex plant?” Elliott frankly says. A statement to which Bloodhound lets out a rushed breath of amusement from their nose.

“I suppose, if you wish to be blunt, yes. Wait here, and do not touch them. Elliott, am I understood?”

“Aw, c’mon, babe! What’s the harm? I just get horny? Don’t need plants to do that.” Elliott coos at them, making an obvious look back at their ass. But when they shoot him a look, he sighs, holding a hand over his heart and a hand flat palmed towards them with his eyes closed. “I, Elliott ‘Mirage’ Witt, will not touch the horny flowers. Scout’s honor.”

There’s a strain to that word.

Elliott was always good with his words; Silver tongued and quick witted, a trickster truly walking among the mortal plane. It is what attracted Bloodhound to him in the first place, besides his kindness. They narrow their eyes at his face, watching him peek open one eye and giving his very best puppy dog eyes when they look at him until it’s Bloodhound’s turn to relent with a sigh.

He’s going to do something. They know he will. Always so curious about the effects. There should be nothing odd if he were to touch them, just that the pollen was potent as is and Elliott always had...new reactions to things. As if his immune system were built differently. He would most certainly become aroused, but they worried about what the full effect would be...

They leave the room to find ribbon so they may string up the bouquets to dry. Finding the ribbon resting in the window sill where they must have left it absentmindedly. And in just maybe the minute they are gone, they return to Elliott who is standing perfectly innocent with his hands folded behind his back.

Suspicious at his innocent looking face, his doe-like eyes fluttering at them, they narrow their own. Carefully coming around the counter and setting the ribbon next to the flowers. It’s with great attention to detail do they see the speck of yellow on his nose, “Elliott did you tou--”

“I did not TOUCH the flowers, swear!”

“Did you smell them?”

That’s when Elliott’s lips purse, eyes flickering to the side away from their face as if a child who had been caught. He eventually gives in, sighing, “Yeah, but they smelled really good? And I don’t think anything is gonna happen! Look, no boner!” As if to make a point, he leans back and away from the counter, gesturing blatantly to his crotch. Their eyes briefly flicker down, quirking a brow to see the tent resting there and their own cheeks warming.

“Elliott...”

“What?” He blinks, looking down and then his own face flushes. It’s as if Bloodhound and himself had never had intercourse because both his hands fly to hide said tent, his face burning red. “Shit! I-I-I didn’t even feel it??? It just- it just feels warm? Like usual? Aw shit maybe it did do something? I’m not gonna die, right? Death by horny doesn’t really sound like an extrav - an extgan- ext — a cool way to go .”

Bloodhound sighs with an amused tone at his franticness, amused at how his hands had gone from hiding to instead gesturing like he normally does. Yes, it was supposed to aid in arousal, but it wasn’t supposed to have such a quick effect. Then again, Elliott’s body always seemed to experience the more intense side of things when it came to new flora and foliage.

“No, there is nothing deadly within their pollens. However, you may be more difficult to satis--” They cut themself off then when Elliott lets out this pained whine, seeming to scoot closer to them until they’re backed up against the counter throughout their singular sentence.

Their breath hitches, hands coming to rest on his waist in almost a comforting manner when he ducks his head down. At first, they think he’s going for a kiss, until he’s nosing at their neck, nudging their head to the side and pressing open mouthed, hot kisses up to their pierced ear.

Bloodhound’s breath catches, squeezing his waist gently and running their hands up along his body until they can get to his curls. “Y-you may be more difficult to satisfy, when you are- ah- affected by the- the pollen-” They manage to breathe out, twisting their fingers at the root to hold him, a soft gasp leaving them when his teeth nip at their jawline.

But, even through the haze Elliott must be feeling, he still manages to huff out in a strained tone, ”Do...Do you want to...? I can go to the shower and deal- ah- deal with this?”

“I wish to aid in however you need.” Bloodhound responds honestly, pulling his hair gently when his teeth sink into their neck and they feel him sucking. Sensitive there, they let out a soft growl that only makes Elliott groan. His hands going from gripping the counter to hoisting them up by their thighs onto it, pushing the flowers to the side to get them out of the way.

They know a hickey will rest over their flesh over the splash of lighter skin tone they had resting on their neck- one of Elliott’s favorite places to bruise them. Bloodhound’s breath hitches when his hands slide over their pants-clad thighs, up to their waist as he starts to leave another bruise just under their ear.

Bloodhound snarls softly, running their nails over his scalp and one hand dragging down Elliott’s nape like he likes. He lets out the prettiest sound against their neck, his hips absentmindedly humping against them without thinking. They abuse this by dragging their nails down his back, grabbing his muscular ass and pressing him forward with each thrust so he’d properly dry hump them.

It sparks the reaction they crave, where Elliott lets out this beautiful, shaky, sharp whimper. His mouth trails back up, pressing kisses up their jawline until he can press their foreheads together.

Bloodhound takes the time to let their eyes remain half lidded to watch him. Elliott looked gorgeous, his hair a mess, brows furrowed and his eyes shut in concentration. His full lips are parted, letting their breath mingle in small pants puffing from his mouth. Something they can’t help but lean forward to kiss him to take his breaths.

Elliott moans into their mouth upon contact, one of his hands pressing to the counter, the other holding onto their waist to drag them closer to the edge. His hips are frantic, pounding against them as if he could fuck them through both their layers of clothing. It feels like he’s trying to, really. Bloodhound can feel every grind up against them, making their own breath strain as wetness builds up between their own legs from the consistent pressure on their clit.

Not to mention how much they adored to see him so desperate.

Their hands drag back up to his hair, pulling on his curls to break the kiss and watching as he follows the motion beautifully. “Fuck, Hound, baby- God, fuck- it's really- ah- it's so hot, it feels so hot, he-heavy-” He’s sobbing out so sweetly, his hips stuttering when they go for his exposed throat, dragging their double canines over the side of his neck and lightly biting down on him to leave a bruise.

Elliott sobs out, his hips slamming up against them and his hands falling to their ass. He practically yanks them to him, near making them get knocked off the counter. But they quickly figure out why when they’re halfway through sucking a dark bruise into his neck when they feel the wetness starting to seep into the front of their own pants-

Wait why can they feel it through their own pants?

Elliott’s still clinging to them, his body shaking and moans leaving his throat. His hips are still gently humping against them, his arms still locked, when normally by now he’d ease up and maybe be embarrassed.

“Elliott-” Bloodhound breathes out in his ear, causing him to turn his face into their neck. He’s whimpering something, his lips moving against their skin, but they can’t hear him quite well.

Not until he’s repeating the same phrase, so shaky and high pitched of; “Still cumming , oh-oh God, baby, fuck, s-still cumming, cumming, cumming, cumming-” In this string of desperation that makes Bloodhound’s breath catch.

It takes a total of thirty seconds until he can finally stop shaking. Elliott is falling to his knees; His entire body trembling and Bloodhound can smell how strong his scent lingers on them. It makes their mouth water, but even more so when they look down to see him sitting on his knees, thighs apart and head back. His face is flushed, lips parted and panting and his doe-like eyes half lidded looking up at them like they’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

If he wasn’t in such a desperate state, perhaps they’d toy with him like this. Make him beg for release. But as it appears right now, Elliott was cumming for a rather long time, and that alone warranted some looking into. And sadly, that did not involve seeing his resolve crumble and making him beg like a good boy.

Bloodhound’s eyes trail down his body, noticing that the wet spot isn’t just soaking a spot on the front of his pants, but instead almost as if someone had dumped a bottle full of water on his front- and Bloodhound’s for that matter.

Side effects-

“Houndie-” Elliott whimpers out, stopping Bloodhound’s staring as they shuffle off the counter. He immediately seeks their comfort, wrapping his arms around their leg and pressing his cheek to their outer thigh. Their breath hitches at the sight of him so close, but they gently rest their hand atop his head, using their nails to massage gently at his scalp.

“Shh, shh, you are alright, beloved, you are alright. Can you stand? Or crawl, perhaps?” Their last words are playful, warranting that beautiful smile to etch across Elliott’s face. More upturned on one side with his dimples creasing into his cheeks. And at first it seems he’s relaxed himself, especially when he murmurs a playful ’woof’ before his body trembles and a whimper erupts from his lips. “Perhaps I shall carry you?”

“N-no, no, I can do it, just- God, baby, I’m...I hate to say it, but I don’t think I-I'm close to done?” Elliott manages to get out, his tone breathless, his pupils blown huge when he turns his gaze up to them. Their heart constricts at how helpless he looks, but unfortunately it only turns Bloodhound on further to see him so desperate.

It’s a bit of a shaky walk back into Bloodhound’s bedroom. Immediately Elliott is flopped onto the bed, the furs cool against his overheated flesh. Bloodhound helps him to strip, removing their own boots and their ruined pants so they may sit in their boyshorts and sports bra with Elliott completely nude.

Bloodhound’s breath hitches when their eyes fall to his cock, already hard again and pressed against his abdomen. The head was red, flushed and peeking from his foreskin, but what really gets their attention is his balls.

They’re swollen, almost a handful each rather than as a whole. Gently, Bloodhound rests their cold fingertips over the flesh, their eyes flickering up to watch Elliott as he pants heavily and squirms like a dog in heat. Even going so far as to his hips humping upwards and a heavy glob of pre-cum to bead at the head of his cock.

Oh, he was getting affected hard.

Bloodhound had a feeling they wouldn’t be able to walk straight after this.

Running their fingertips along his cock, Elliott lets out a sound as if they would have been grabbing him fully. Sensitive, it seemed. Bloodhound fights a smile, gently grabbing his cock beneath the head and smearing the pre-cum with their thumb with a soft coo arising from them, ”You are so wet, my love.”

Elliott makes a strained sound in his throat, his hips thrusting up into their loose grip and sobbing out something incoherent. He’s a mess, panting and starting to look more flushed by the second. And judging by the way his abdomen is tightening, they can only guess how sensitive he was.

Yes, this was going to be a long session. It appeared the pollen he’d inhaled worked more like a ‘sex pollen’ on him, something that should only effect beasts with outer genitalia that came across the plant. Working like an aphrodisiac, for beasts it made their stamina much longer, including their...their sperm count to be higher, resulting in swollen looking testicles and an insatiable need to breed their mates.

Bloodhound swallows, their mouth already feeling dry at the idea of Elliott trying to breed them. It makes their thighs press closer together, a shaky breath leaving them as they try to compose themself in order to take care of him.

They only get to pump his cock a few times before Elliott’s scrambling for them, whimpering about something frantically that sounds a lot like he’s mumbling, “Need to taste you, need you, baby, I need you-” But they can hardly make it out over the sound of their own yelp when he’s flipping them.

He’s at least got enough coherency to pause when he hooks his fingers around their underwear, waiting until they give their consent before he‘ s quick to tug their boyshorts off. He sits back between their spread thighs with this starving look in his eyes as they rake across their form. Flustered at the attention and control being tugged out from under them, Bloodhound’s face flushes and a soft growl of his name starts to arise as they bristle and lean up on their elbows.

“R-right!” He manages to get out, immediately moving to lie on his abdomen, hooking his arms under their powerful thighs and nuzzling at their red curls between their thighs.

Normally, Elliott was a starving man between their thighs, always a mess of humping the bed and moaning into them as if they tasted divine. And now is no different; His tongue desperately licking up their cunt to their fat, engorged clit, lapping at it and letting his tongue rest just underneath to feel them throb in anticipation.

It’s with another snarl and Bloodhound’s hand pressing at the back of his head does Elliott wrap his lips around their enlarged clit, suckling how they liked and making their head toss to the side. A moan blossoms from their chest, their hips tilting upwards when his tongue frantically dips down to their hole to lick up the wetness seeping from them. But then he’s pulling back briefly, pressing his nose to their mound just above their clit and inhaling their scent, letting his nose nuzzle at their clit in a way that makes Bloodhound gasp out.

“You smell so good, baby, can’t get enough-” Elliott is just about moaning into them, his words causing their ears to burn red and for them to bite their bottom lip at the attention. Bloodhound starts to growl out something in reply, maybe for him to focus on his meal rather than speaking, but then he’s continuing with a low voice, “Want to fill you full of pups. Would you like that, puppy? Want to be filled?”

That...

That is most certainly new.

Bloodhound’s body betrays their thoughts when their clit jerks heavily and a fresh wave of slick seeps out of them. Their face burns, their body desperately aching in ways they didn’t think they’d ever experienced before. They can feel their pulse in their clit when Elliott lets out this low moan of appreciation, wrapping his lips around it and moaning into them as if even the thought of breeding them was too much to bear.

Bloodhound cums in record time, fingers scrabbling to hold Elliott’s hair as huffing, small growls come out with every breath. Their brows are knitted, their head thrown back and full lips parted to pant heavily. They’re almost dizzy from the orgasm, managing to make enough sense to feel Elliott’s fingers pressing into them. Two fingers go in with ease, curling up expertly into their g-spot and making their head throw to the side with a cry of, “Elliott!” Leaving them in a desperate tone.

“Fuck, yes, keep crying like that, sweetheart.” Elliott’s voice is thick with lust, something they think they’d only ever heard when he was on his knees and woofing like a dog for them.

To see him- to feel him take control even in a state like this? Bloodhound isn’t too sure how to feel quite yet about their lack of control on him but oh, oh if he keeps moving his fingers like that-

“Good pup, let me stretch out your sweet little cunt so I can breed you so full, you’re gonna feel so good on my cock-” Elliott breathes against them, his tone desperate and tinging on a whine, licking flatly over their clit and making their hips jerk. Bloodhound doesn’t think they can get any redder at this point from his filthy mouth. Even more so when they feel him nuzzle at their mound just to hear him inhale their scent as his fingers curl upwards and fuck into them.

Their second orgasm comes quick, fit with them snarling and their eyes flashing a glowing red without their permission. Every sense is enhanced, the scent of Elliott, the scent of themself, the feeling of him touching their body, every sound made, their vision black and white and Elliott’s body highlighted in glowing red. The feeling of his fingers pounding into them is almost too much again, a whimper sharply leaving their throat just as Elliott pulls his fingers out and sits up.

He uses their slick to lubricate his own cock, the sight sending a possessive feeling through their body resulting in a low, rolling snarl. They go to move, to maybe sit up and shove him down, to take back their control that they had lost- but that’s quickly cut off when he’s rolling them onto their abdomen. He’s yanking their hips up until they’re forced to brace their upper body by crossing their arms on a pillow and resting their head on their forearms.

“Elliott-” They manage to choke out when he’s taking his cock and sliding the head a few times over their lower lips and over their clit. Bloodhound’s body is tensed, feeling the press into them and their mouth falls open to let out a cry when he sinks home into them in one, clean thrust.

It’s as if Elliott’s body had only enough in of himself to remember foreplay for them before the storm hits. Because he’s grabbing onto their hips, tugging them back in a way he’s never done before, fucking into them with harsh thrusts. His balls, as engorged and heavy as they are, slap forward against them and cause consistent stimulation that has Bloodhound’s nails sinking into their own arms. They move their mouth to press against their own flesh, trying to muffle the pathetic sounds erupting from their chest.

Normally, they had the control in the bedroom. Even in positions like this, they would talk Elliott through it, call him their dog or how pathetic he sounded. Or ride him and hold their hands over his throat, or yank his hair back and force him to cry out.

The control they had was for their own comfort, always so nervous to give it up. On the nights Elliott could gently coax them to, it was with gentle words and nudges.

They...they think they prefer when he just takes it like this.

There’s no thinking as Elliott fucks into their body. He’s vocal, as always, moaning behind them and filth spilling out of, “Want me to cum inside you, baby?” Which Bloodhound keens in response to without thinking, their hips pressing back into a thrust and that seems to do it.

Again, in record time, Elliott is cumming. His nails dragging into their thighs until he falls forward to hook his arms around them tightly. He trembles as he cums inside of them, and they quickly figure out that Elliott did in fact get the same results that a beast might. Because they’re feeling fuller...and fuller...and fuller by the second.

So much so that when Elliott pulls his hips back in the slightest, cum comes spilling out and down their thighs messily. Bloodhound can’t help but lift their hips a bit to their best of ability, peeking down to watch it trail messily down with a low groan.

It’s when Elliott runs his fingers through it and brings them to Bloodhound’s lips do they really think he’s being swayed even further by the pollen. When they don’t immediately take him up on the offering, his fingers grab their long hair into a ponytail, pulling it and effectively making their head come up with a matching snarl erupting from their lips.

And that’s when they part their lips, allowing for him to smear his cum on their split, pierced tongue with a satisfied groan of, “Good dog.” Cooing from his lips. Fit with his fingers messily dragging down the corner of their mouth as if to smear it on their face.

From there, it’s a blur. At some point Elliott’s managed to take off Bloodhound’s sports bra to leave them in nothing, moving them around again and again. So many different positions they wind up in- bent over the bed, on top of Elliott and riding him with his hips slamming up into them, to on their side with their leg thrown over his shoulder and their snarling and growling ending up slowly turning to weak moans and cries, their voice growing hoarse. To them riding him again, their arms pulled behind their back and angling their body just so Elliott could fuck up into them like a toy.

They’ve both cum so many times, Bloodhound’s lost count. Only feeling fuller by the minute, the taste of his cum lingering on their tongue from every time he’s shoved his fingers into their mouth eagerly.

Now Elliott has them with their back to his chest, one arm tossed around his shoulders and one of his own arms tucked around their waist to hold them. His other hand had been grabbing their jaw, forcing them to watch their own shaky body get fucked by him. “Look at you, Houndie, so good for me. My good dog. You're gonna be so cute all swollen, hm?”

Bloodhound had sobbed out, eyes near about rolling as another weak orgasm wracked their own frame. The visuals and the scent too much, able to watch his fat cock slam into their cunt with their clit engorged and reddened jerking with each contraction. From this angle, they can see how his cock moves inside of them from the slight bump of their lower abdomen, to how messy their thighs are with cum and how strings of it are left connecting them to Elliott’s hips with each messy slap up against them.

Elliott’s beautiful moans in their ear are low when he scoops up a glob of cum on their thigh, dragging it to Bloodhound’s mouth to smear it all over their tongue again. They obey near instantly, sticking out their tongue to let him do so before swallowing with a whimper. They must do it too soon, because Elliott’s smearing the rest over the corner of their mouth, moving to cup their cheek this time and smearing it over their cheekbone as well.

“Nngh --” Bloodhound moans out, trying to turn their head to bury it into Elliott’s hair, but he quickly catches their jaw again, forcing them to keep watching as he fucks up into them.

“That’s it, good dog, take it, take it-” Elliott near about growls out, moving his hand from their jaw when they finally stay put. He moves it to grab at one of their breasts, thumbing a sensitive, pierced nipple just to make their cunt clench weakly. Before he’s splaying his hand out on their abdomen and cooing through desperate little moans, “G- gonna be the cutest mama. Gonna fill you fucking full, baby, make sure you’re full of pups w-with your cute little- ah- cunt--”

Bloodhound doesn’t think that either of them have any thoughts left. He’s almost frantic to breed them, but there’s something loving about the way he speaks the word ‘mama’. It could almost make them believe the effects were starting to wear off with how tenderly spoken it is. But, perhaps that is merely their own secret interest in perhaps having a child with him trying to emerge.

They must have turned their head, because Elliott’s got his hand back on their jaw to keep them watching. Bloodhound’s breathing so hard, panting and sobbing out by the time Elliott finally cums again. It must have been the twelfth time already, and they’d lost count of even their own.

He groans so beautifully in their ear, burying his face into their shoulder and clinging to them as he cums. And dutifully, Bloodhound watches as he does, burying himself to the hilt inside of them and watching his balls tighten, how cum dribbles out of them because it’s too much.

Bloodhound isn’t really too sure at what point they do finally pass out. But they wake up with possibly the most sleep they’d ever had in years, rested, sore, bruised, and...

Clean?

They’re still naked, a low groan leaving them as their eyes flutter open. They sit up to find their furs that had been on their bed are gone, possibly gone to be washed, and instead they are curled up in one of Elliott’s blankets that he leaves when their furs become too hot for him. Carefully, they roll to their side as they lie back down, finding said menace of a boyfriend passed out as well and cleaned up.

He must have had the time to wash them both off before he’d fallen asleep. How thoughtful.

Carefully moving once again, they scoot closer to Elliott to gently rest a hand on his head. Immediately he makes a soft, moaning sound, rolling over into them so he can wrap their arms around their waist and bury his face into their chest. Resulting in Bloodhound lying back on their back, playing with his hair in the morning light.

Perhaps they could keep a sampling of the pollen for more...experimentation.

If Elliott were to be interested in having another six hour long session.

Bloodhound’s lips flicker up into a small smile as a thought crosses their mind.

Perhaps Elliott would be interested in actually...trying for a child at some point. He had said he always wanted to be a stay at home father...

When they hear him snore against their chest, nosing his way back in with a comforted sigh, they can’t help how bright their heart feels at the idea.

#Miragehound #Bloodhound #Mirage #Apex legends #apex lemons #nsft #lemon #commissions #princess writing

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swordmaid · 3 years

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creator tag meme

tagged by the local angel @giuseppearcimboldo thank you so much lizzie!

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

VERY happy i can fill this out because i’ve been so productive this year lol. also this is all gonna be jb bc ive been RELENTLESS and spamming and i would apologize but i wont lmao

1. jb eros/psyche au.

i am talking about everything i have done for the au btw, because i’ve done quite a handful of things and honestly i really love all of them--even the doodle ones which rarely happens. anyway, i love this au in general. i think the tale is perfect for them, and i’m happy with the works that i managed to put out most esp this one that’s based on canova’s sculpture of eros and psyche. translating sculpture into digital art was interesting since it was all about converting the weight and structure of the sculpture into the screen and i think i managed to do it imo! i love how brienne looks heavy in his arms, i love how strong jaime looks holding her up and i especially love the way i shaded her dress to mimic the lines that the statue has. all in all, this au slapped and i actually want to do more of it but i have no inspiration right now.

2. jb as classical art series.

honestly i never thought that this was going to be a series lol i thought it was just a two time thing, but then i did another one, and then another one, and then another one and now here we are. i love all the pieces that i’ve done for it actually. my favourite thing is that they’re all not direct translations of the original art. there are some aspects that i’ve taken and adapted while also putting my own flair into it. i love the reverse colour scheme with klimt’s kiss and my own rendition of it. the gold being the accent highlight in a field of murky brown/black whereas klimt has the black squares present to emphasis the richness of the gold and yellows. i also like the little thing i did where i put the geometric shapes outside of the subject instead of inside (what he did). i put on the tags that i didnt like how it turned out but i actually like it lol i just didn’t like how long it took me i get too impatient with my art i think. anyway. i love this whole series sm i think all the pieces have their own character, and tbh i always get nervous adding another piece into this just because all the ones that i’ve done has been so well received i don’t want to be a disappointment lool. regardless, i love classical art and i love jb and i love being able to put the two together hehe we love to be self indulgent

3. la belle fleur sauvage commission.

aka THIS commission that was based from SD’s fic, la belle fleur sauvage. some behind the scenes with that one--that one took me SO long to do, like it was taking longer than i had wanted and i felt very bad and i am forever thankful for sd’s patience 😭😭😭. i really can’t be too mad though since i was working on the third year of my degree, but i still would’ve wanted to finish it sooner than i did. but as for the art itself---i actually love it lol. i always say to zoom in on my stuff to see all the details but i WISH folks would zoom in on that because it’s so big and so intricate. i love how everything turned out; i love how rich the colours are, i love the composition for all three panels, i love how the SKY looked like actually that’s the first time i sat down and painted clouds with that technique and i am so happy and pleased with how it looked im using it for everything LOL, i love jaime’s outfit in the 2nd panel---i actually designed a whole outfit for that and he DOES have his pouches and daggers, etc. stuff that he would have with him if he was a mercenary, but because of the cropping, those details were taken out but it’s THERE. i love the colours and the shading on the 3rd panel. it looks so soft and romantic and it’s everything 😭😭. honestly i didnt know if i was able to finish whole three panels just because of how big the project seemed, but tbqh this piece really pushed me as an artist and im really happy that i had the chance to work on it (-’:

4. early morning.

this one is a more recent piece and i was thinking post canon jaime/brienne married and either living in casterly rock or evenfall hall. originally the sheets were gonna be red with the gold brocade but i just made it green to make their location more ambiguous. they’re in a castle because of the finery, but which castle i have no idea. anyway i love their faces here in particular--jaime because it’s not often that i draw him old (this is the second time i drew old jaime i think?) and i love how he turned out here. i love how he looks like a silver fox and a dilf and we really do love that for brienne. full disclosure, i have no idea how to draw older folks since i don’t have a lot of practice in that area so im glad my lack of experience doesn’t show lmao. i also love how soft brienne looks here! the little smile on her lips is very sweet, her body language and how relax she seems is very telling abt her confidence in this scene also i think i drew her hands hella well haha. all in all i think it’s a really sweet art! and the full version is not so bad either jaime’s ass was referenced from marble sculptures so you know im aiming for Quality. but i love this headcanon of a younger brienne tiring jaime out, i’ve read a handful fics about it and im happy i can do my own version of it hehe

5. unravel.

wow we love domesticity. someone said that if you compile all my ns*w art of them together it’s like they haven’t left their bed ever since they got together and you know what? love that for them it’s what they deserve. anyway i chose this one because of how sensual and simple it is. their body language really does all the talking ; jaime’s hand pulling on the ties on her shift, her hand on his hair, how soft and lazy their kiss looks--it’s enough to tell the story me thinks! i just love how simple this whole thing is but it’s very effective. there’s really not much to it besides what you see but that’s really enough.

i am actually very proud of myself with how productive i’ve been. it’s really not often that i get as much drive and energy to post so much art. iirc my art tag is nearly 200 content already (i think it’s 180 ish rn?) and honestly that’s a LOT if you told me ill be making more than 100+ content for jb i would’ve been like nah im too lazy for that lmao. but im really proud of myself this year! i think i pushed myself as an artist and i’ve familiarized myself more with my strengths as well as my weaknesses. i have a clear idea on the areas that i need to work on, and i’ve really gotten more comfortable with being happy with my own pieces and i’m trying not to put myself down more if something doesn’t go the way i want it to. also, i’ve had the opportunity to work with more people this year--so for the people who has commissioned me or IS commissioning me rn--- thank you so much for trusting me with your visions 😭😭 ive never expected to get this kind of reception with my art but i am very grateful for all of it.

anyway as for the tagging i tag -- @na-bruma-leve / @dreadwulf / @dilfjaime / @fawnilu BUT i would highly recommend you to come along and snatch this tag meme up like a little raccoon because we all should start being proud of our own works imo !!

#long post /#this whole ass essay is me gushing about myself how gemini can i be

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monkeebratz · 5 years

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Gotham Seamstress Marinette - Uncle Ozzy

Initial Idea | Uncle Ozzy (you are here) |

One of Arthur’s most frequent customers is, of course, Oswald Cobblepot, The Penguin. The man wears almost exclusively suits. C’mon now. (Also the Penguin I’m most family is the one from The Batman animated series so forgive me if this seems. Odd? OOC? Idk I’m just here to have fun.)

And Ol’ Ozzy doesn’t think much of the little girl that’s started helping Mr. Berstein out around the shop. She works fast, doesn’t say much. Pretty little thing. (Not that Ozzy is looking at a child like that, get your mind out of the gutter. There’s a reason his Kabuki girls shadow him everywhere, and the Lounge has mostly waitresses running about. The lot of them are young, but nobody ever said Oswald Cobblepot wasn’t a gentleman, and no gentleman would ever put his hand to a woman. Catwoman doesn’t COUNT damn it.)

Of course, he doesn’t think much of her until she’s stuttering over her words after he asks what she’s looking at so sharply. Something about the cut of the suit. Its difficult to pick through the nonsense to get to the meat of the matter but something about a single breast suit with some kind of pattern. When he demands she show him what she means, she pulls out a slip of paper, quickly scribbling out her design. And Ozzy won’t lie, its... flattering. More so than the damn American style suits that are still all the rage in Gotham right now. And the girl, Mari, is waving her hands and fluttering about to pick out a handful of fabrics, layering them against each other and explaining how they work together and he won’t lie... he likes it. Tells her as much and the girl grins ear to ear and makes little notes on the page, setting aside the paper and nodding along.

Neither of them notice Mr. Berstein in the background, white knuckle gripping his tape, watching the scene play out in front of him. His Girls notice, of course, and tell him later in their harsh, whispered tones. Bah. Like he’d hurt a little girl for doing her job.... He may have to have a word with ol’ Jay about that. He liked this girl, and if she could make this old bird look good, well. He didn’t care to be replacing a seamstress who could do her job and do it well. No reason to have his old friend torment the girl into making mistakes.

Mari starts making most of Oswald’s suits herself, adding in fun little details. And, now, most petty thugs know better than to mess with Arthur or Mari and get on the bad side of the Rogue Gallery. But not everybody.

The Penguin shows up to find Mr. Bernstein doing some adjustments to his latest commission and he’s all sorts of cagey about where Mari is. Now, Cobblepot and the Kabuki Girls don’t take too kindly to him acting like that and there may be some threatening and, well. Arthur quietly explained that Mari got mugged coming home last night. She said the other guy looked worse, but she got hit pretty hard and she wasn’t going to be up for finishing anything anytime soon.

So Oswald and the Girls push past Arthur to go upstairs (he and Mari live above the tailor shop) and go to see her, Arthur sweating buckets the whole time. And Mari’s just kinda laying on the couch, beat to all hell and she squeaks like a little mouse, quickly ducking into her little blanket burrito when she sees them. (She’s hiding the kwami that were comforting her. But they don’t need to know that.)

Oswald goes all Papa Bear and demands a description of the men/man who did this and Mari gives it to him only if he promises not to kill them or anything drastic. And he DOES make that promise. The Girls, however, don’t. Nobody touches their sweet little Hime. (She hadn’t flinched back when they’d taken off their masks in front of her for a new set of unitard’s and kimono’s, carefully fitted and adjusted to not get in the way of their work. Had smiled and said how pretty their eyes were, how lovely their hair. Nobody touched their sweet girl, and nobody touches Mr. Cobblepot, and got away with it. Not now. Not ever.)

Once Mari is all healed up, he insists that he call him Uncle Ozzy, and the Girls insist they call them Peri and Gale. They can’t manage more than a harsh whisper, and refuse to give any other names, but Mari never gives her full name either, so. That’s fine.

Now, Ozzy and the Girls continue wearing Mari’s designs. And, now, Marinette hears of the upcoming Wayne gala, and in a fit of inspiration, draws up matching outfits for the three of them. And maybe one for herself. And Ozzy pays her for all four outfits, and tells her he’ll bring her as his plus one to this gala. As long as it all gets done before hand. She, of course, tackle hugs him and squeals with happiness bc you’d better believe Mari is going to get this done asap!

(And holy descriptions Batman, here’s the ideas for their outfits that I may try to draw one day. Maybe.

Oswald Cobblepot - British Style Single Breasted Suit. Off silver/cream color with metallic snowflake detailing. Very subtle. Very light almost pastel orange-yellow waistcoat. A more saturated red-orange tie and matching handkerchief in his jacket breast pocket. Typical matching top hat and shoes in a slightly darker gray to match the suit.

Peri and Gale - Masks with high flush looking blush and very pale blue lips. Decorative hair combs and flowers in silver and pale, ice blue. Their unitards are a similar simple, pale blue. Kimono has inner most layers of deep blue, getting paler and paler until you have the silver blue outside layer. Same metallic snowflake pattern as Ozzy’s suit. The bottom of the kimono and its sleeves have added details of penguins in the same orange-yellow and yellow-red as Ozzy as well. Obi is the same blue as the middle layer of the Kimono, a mid tone blue, with bronze details of peregrine falcons and nightingales, respectively. Orange-yellow obi belt and red-orange obiage.

Marinette - High neck, backless, mermaid style skirt, dress. Fade from black at her neck to the same off silver everybody else has. Metallic snowflakes on the silver area of the skirt that fade out with the black. Very top of the dress is a yellow ribbon that ties in a bow at the back of her neck and hangs down to just below her knees.)

Ozzy intrudes Mari to the Wayne’s and its. Something.

#miraculous ladybug #batman #maribat #miraculous ladybug au #gotham seamstress marinette au #marinette dupain cheng #kabuki twins #batman au #i'll organize and add tags later when i'm not sleep deprived but HERE IS THIS I GUESS #oswald cobblepot

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if it is not selfish of me to ask, i would like pregnancy headcanons and also parenting headcanons bc i’m SCREAMING 🥺

SO this took about 2/3 days to think and plan out and I even got really excited and even did research efjknefjkfsdnkbsdf

this ended up being more about the actual pregnancy BUT I will totally write more specific to Parents!seamista if anyone wanted me to 🥺

(Putting this under a read more because it’s long as hell snfldfnk)

Okay so from where I last left off in this post, Salineas is now expecting an unexpected heir!

At this point, It’s like I wanna say around ~2/3ish months into everything since I assume she would have found out at around 5 weeks, so they’re at the very end of the first trimester (12 weeks) anyway, Mermista is still nauseous as all hell but for whatever reason I don’t think she’s not going into full vomiting territory and again, big suffering. However, at this point Sea Hawk has taken a leave from adventuring to be there with his girl to support her in whatever she needs- including helping out with some royal duties. Now normally, Mermista would never ever trust him with this level of responsibility but at certain points she just feels so shitty and tired there is literally no other choice but to give the responsibility to someone who’s not her. So sometimes Sea Hawk settles some disputes between citizens and opens a few rebuilt buildings, and attends princess council meetings with Mermista on the other side of one of bow’s tablets. (unrelated, but I found out that the theorized cause of morning sickness would be the body’s reaction to Hcg and since Sea Hawk is (assumed) fully etherian and mermista is like, not I would think she’d have a more adverse reaction to it asjdbjaddansd but again, she’s not like violently throwing up -I think because of her connection to her runestone protecting her from it being as bad as it could be)

Also, Mermista gets real bad mood swings early into the whole endeavor (they eventually go away when the nausea does). Poor Sea Hawk even temporarily stops singing shanties to keep her spirits from dampening. Upon realizing that she made him stop singing she bursts into tears, only to later be soothed by a shanty about how lovely her hair is. Go Figure. To cope with the mood swings, Sea Hawk suggests she pick up knitting again since she loved it so much whenever she first tried it. She’d dropped it whenever the war with Horde prime began since it was so hard to find yarn and to care about generally anything else other than the impending doom. So, mermista picks up knitting again, and holy shit,,, she loves it. Something about just checking out for a while and just concentrating on every stitch and being able to make something beautiful is just. everything she wanted. So throughout the entire 9 months she’s just dropping off random baby blankets, clothes, socks, even a little knitted Sea-Ra doll and a knit Dragon’s Daughter replica into the basket she keeps next to their bed. She even attempts to knit Sea Hawk a bandanna for shits and giggles but he ends up loving it and wears it around Salineas despite the sweltering heat of the summer. Towards the end of it, she gets really complex and knits some beautiful little sweaters that whenever Sea Hawk shows them off to everyone (swift wind and bow) they kind of shyly ask if they can have one. And that’s how the Best Friend squad ends up with matching sweaters.

So in my last post I kinda just said that the doctors/midwife/etc equivalent was the sorcerers on Mystacor and you know what? I stand by that lmao. Anyway so either they have to go up to Mystacor every week or they have a sorcerer come to live in Salineas for the whole pregnancy, either way they use ~magic~ to basically do an ultrasound (again, I literally cannot decide if there’s doctors on etheria??? I don’t know but this is what I’m going with) So anyway. Both of them collectively lose their minds and completely ugly cry whenever they both see the child ™ for the first time, but then evemtually Mermista kinda accepts it and is (mostly) okay whenever they see the baby, but Sea Hawk cries every. Single. Time. It kinda drives Mermista a little mad but it’s so sweet that she can’t get actually upset. After all, these appointments and all the little things they do to prepare are what he has to really remember they’re bringing a whole new little life onto Etheria.

Something neither of them really expected is the fact that Mermista gets horrible pregnancy brain around 5 months and from then on. It’s never really super debilitating, but for her, and her usual sharp wit and ability to see whatever’s coming next, it gets real annoying real fast. It’s mostly just her forgetting little stuff, like her next appointment with the sorcerer, or when there’s a meeting scheduled, or whenever she has plans with her friends. The worst of it was when it completely slipped her mind that she had a major meeting with the rebuild salineas group and she had to the next week pretending she knew what was going on with all of that. She eventually figures it out, and she and Sea Hawk end up forming a system- the system being that Sea Hawk is with her during all meetings, appointments and important conversation, and he reminds all of the staff when she has a major appointment. However, she still has trouble concentrating and remembering stuff like where she left her trident (next to the bed) and where her earrings went (Sea Hawk actually took those)

Around 7 or 8 months in the princesses (mostly Glimmer’s idea) throw her a surprise baby shower to not only congratulate her on the baby but to also for the work she had been doing to rebuild and maintain Salineas. They receive so many lovely gifts, but none as lovely as the gift from Sea Hawk himself- He commissioned an absolutely lovely crib decorated with pearls, shells and sea glass and painted with all of Mermista’s favorite Sea Flowers, and little boats with mermaids swimming next to them. And In the middle, in first ones’ writing it read simply “Adventure”. Upon seeing it, Mermista cried for about 20 minutes. and then got upset with him for keeping the shower a secret, realized how sweet it was; then cried again.

Well into her second trimester, and close to the third, Mermista is still on her feet after recovering from the initial nausea of it all and running around to meetings, appointments, and all over the kingdom. Sea Hawk, while he had been trying his best not to be over-protective of her due to her condition, really couldn’t ignore when Mermista collapses on the way to Sea Elf village. When he discovers so and confronts her about it, she confesses that she knows she had been absolutely overdoing it for weeks now, but really really wanted to prove that she could still do all of her princess duties. Not really for anyone else, the war had pretty much proved to everyone how capable she is, but mostly for herself. Sea Hawk has a long talk with her that he hopes she knows how capable she is, how brave and wonderful and a fantastic leader she has been; but taking care of herself and their child has to come first. Grudgingly, Mermista tells him she had a hard time admitting to herself overdoing it for her meant overdoing it for both of them. They agree that Sea Hawk would become her proxy once again.

Whenever she has to deliver, Sea Hawk is the picture of support. No shanties, drama or anything but pure warmth and empathy. He’s stoic and calm and attentive to everything going on. Mermista actually ends up being the one in (mild) hysterics suddenly completely realizing again that she’s going to be a mother and crying and freaking out about it. It takes Sea Hawk looking sternly into her eyes and reminding her that she’s literally the coolest and most wonderful person ever and also is the great and mighty Sea-Ra. Nothing could keep her absolutely being fantastic at this too. Wasn’t this the most epic adventure they’d ever go on?

and here’s some one sentence hc’s I couldn’t figure out how to fit in here sdjkjksdn;

-They don’t find out the sex beforehand they want to be surprised

- Whenever Mermista goes into her knitting habit, Sea Hawk picks up sewing again, as he had when he was younger and sews toys and clothing for the little one, while Mermista knits. between the two of them, the baby’s wardrobe is almost completely handmade.

- When the due date gets close, Sea Hawk is literally walking on air. Cheery, excited absolutely lovestruck and exhilirated to be so close to being a father.

- In the delivery room, before her freak out, she quietly asks sea hawk if he could tell her some stories of his escapades to distract her whenever the pain gets to be too much to bear. He obliges, and recalls their first time meeting, their first battle together, and loads of other sweet stories that almost drive her to tears again (god, she’s so excited to not cry every 2 minutes)

- Spinnerella and Netossa, and even Micah give their baby some hand me down toys and clothing. It’s the sweetest gesture.

safbjkbsdfkbjsdf this is so long if you read all the way down here thank you so much

#tw tokophobia #tw emetophobia #just to make sure!#myhcs #asks #caliibee #seamista

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2020 in review

I was tagged by @apeironaxiomaton to look back at 2020 and pretty much to try and not hate it so much! Thank you!!

Also I’m stealing the idea of putting everything under a cut, which I have never done in my life (and probably should start doing) bc it makes things neat as heck. Almost none of these are in a particular order.

Top 5 movies I saw this year:

Volevo Nascondermi by Giorgio Diritti - this movie is REALLY good AND I have good memories tied to the protagonist for Reasons I’m gonna cry bye (a shame that I’ve only watched this other excellent movie starring Elio Germano tonight bc it should be on this list)

Emma (2020)

The King’s Speech

Spirited Away or Porco Rosso - I had watched the first before and never the second so I think the fairer choice would be Porco Rosso but I’m not entirely convinced of it

The Wolf of Wall Street - look, I simply have a weak spot for stories that are so absurd they can be nothing but real (see “the other Elio Germano movie”)

Top 5 TV shows I watched this year:

Murdoch Mysteries - it will stay engraved in the first place of EVERY chart in saecula saeculorum and NO nothing can take its place I don’t care

Peaky Blinders

Alias Grace - which I was sure was a movie? I was so shocked to discover it isn’t like was it really six hours long what the

The Queen’s Gambit

Suburra: Blood on Rome - “The series was developed by Daniele Cesarano and Barbara Petronio for Netflix, making it its first Italian-language original television series.” I’ll be honest, some bits were a little bit hmm-inducing. Not the best tv series I’ve ever seen, but it managed to be fun and easy to watch. Suspenseful even!

Top 5 Songs:

So there’s a reason why Spotify said I’m an octogenarian this year and for as much as I complain about it... it’s right... Spotify’s right. And it will only get worse, I’m afraid. All the songs are from the same playlist which was my most listened to (and is the most interesting to share imo). I swear I have listened to other, newer things as well.

Shake That Thing by The Abe Lyman’s California Orchestra

Night Hawk Blues by The Coon-Sander’s Nighthawk Original Orchestra

Where the Sweet Forget-Me-Nots Remember by Merle Johnston and His Ceco Couriers (I’ve loved these flowers since I was a kid it was so nice to find a song with them in the title!!)

Dew Dew Dewey Day by Nat Shilkret

The Panic is On by Mezz Mezzrow And His Swing Band

Top 5 Books I Read This Year:

so this is embarrassing,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,I “bought” an insane amount of books and read a grand total of...like...t w o. It was actually like four and some short stories (which I hated and are therefore banished from the good boy list) so I’m gonna list my silly little titles and make my silly little comments about them all. From “””””best””””” to “worst” we have:

The Adventures of a Modest Man by Robert W. Chambers - I literally cannot shut up about this book and, yes, it is the one tied to this illustration, about which I equally cannot shut up about. It’s so horrible that it makes a 360 and comes back as good, but not before hitting you with a cardboard tube for a laugh and subsequently stabbing you in the kidneys just because it can. I think we can confidently state that we are in the “I didn’t say it was good, I said I liked it” realm. I have so many questions about this book. Why was it written? Was it taking itself seriously? Was it commissioned by someone? Why is it so gay but only if you know that the author is a man? Maybe it’s a parody? Was it an experiment made by the author to test his own skill? I know jack about literature, unfortunately, so grain of salt here but it made me feel strong feels. Not that I could identify any of them if you asked, but they’re definitely there.

Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats by T.S. Eliot - I’m counting this in bc what is a book if not a patchwork of silly little paragraphs anyway so yes, we have a collection of poems. Not only do I know jack about literature; as a matter of fact, I know jack about poetry as well! All I’m gonna say is: I like cute things, I like cats, the poems were cute AND about cats. I really liked it! I often find myself going back and reading again specific parts just for the delight it is to read them out loud! I also may or may not have named the cats you can adopt in Stardew Valley after some of Eliot’s cats. The movie Cats (2019) did one good thing: making me read this.

How You Can Keep Fit by Rudolph Valentino - Yes, that is correct. A book on fitness written (in English!) by silent movie superstar Rodolfo Valentino. It is less than 100 pages on real, actual exercises that the reader can replicate in the comfort of their own house with little to no equipment. With a sprinkle of old timey manly manner of speaking, a few anecdotes from the author’s childhood in ye merry Italian countryside, a dusting of precious advice against ice-cream, and a dash of genuine intrigue for these newly discovered “vitamins” everyone is talking about. Overall a fascinating read that I treasure dearly! Valentino also wrote a book of poems, which I am absolutely thrilled to read this year.

For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway - Hmm.. I have mixed feelings about this one. Whenever the original language of a book is English, I instinctively want to read it in that language. Because I can! And because that way I get to read exactly what the author wrote. If it was another language, I’d get a translation, make peace with the fact that selling my soul to acquire perfect knowledge of all things is morally questionable, and call it a day. Problem: I’m a sucker for old books. And old books I did find indeed. There were three books by Hemingway for sale, very pretty, and for an almost symbolic price too so I bought them. They are Italian translations from the late 50s and my plan was to go through one in Italian, one in English, and after that, decide in which language to read the last one. I believe it was a mistake for me to start with Italian in Hemingway’s case. He’s known for having a very, VERY peculiar style that is integral to how the novels are perceived and I feel like I've robbed myself of literal peace of mind. For as much as I found the story interesting, I could not ignore the voice in the back of my head that kept wondering “was it necessary to render it like this?”. It did make me feel feels and think thoughts, but honestly? It was partially for the wrong reasons imo. It’s one of those books you should read at least once in your life, I guess, so I’m definitely glad I did it! Surprisingly, it captured me more than I expected and trapped me into its little world. I could clearly imagine the scenes in my head, which hadn’t happened in years! I’m really excited to move on to the next two books and finally be able to say if I appreciate his style or not.

Top 5 positive things that happened to me in 2020:

Visited Rome and took a stroll around on my own (sort of) for the first time in my life. I had never seen it at night :) Right after that I celebrated my birthday and got some cute gifts, including sweets that were sent all the way from Australia!!

Managed to buy my mom a gift, which is possibly the only real Accomplishment of 2020.

Took a bizarre trip this summer (I know, guilty) and fell in love with Slovenia

Discovering I like textile arts kinda gave me hope for myself and for the future. I say kinda for I dare not think concretely of anything too positive lest it should be prematurely taken from me. I shan’t elaborate. It is what it is.

Therapy!!!

The last few months of 2020 really hit me hard whereas in the beginning nothing was too bad so it was nice to see the list growing and growing! So many tiny good things happened and it’s worth to cling onto them. I’m tagging @sonicysuchillydog, @nurmilintunen, @alfonzone and anyone else who’d like to participate!! “Tell them I sent you” lol. Guys.............if you don’t feel like going thru your 2020 feel free to ignore bc......I get it............................

#mutuals #apeironaxiomaton #year review #yeah that book section is uhhhhhhhhhhhh #oof #i feel like this year the situation is finally going to change and i very much look forward to that #ive been trying to get myself to read more for ages and i feel that now whatever was stopping me has been partially removed/has gone away #there's LOTS of anya taylor-joy in this list hm #in case anyone cares yes i loved her in emma yes i hated her (and probably will hate in the upcoming season) in peaky blinders #and yes i was scared of her in the queens gambit #shes a good actress! i like her :)#there's also lots of old age and the smell of my grandma's house #not sure how to feel abt THAT #also incredibly lots of I T A L Y #my country and i are in an abusive relationship in which it keeps beating me but i keep going back for love #its complicated #i didn't think i had SO MUCH to say #im sorry guys as usual my posts get long and messy #edit: actually in the tv series thing there should also be the man in the high castle #i had (illegally lol) watched the first two seasons years ago and stopped bc i couldnt find the newer episodes #this year i watched it all over again and i have to say i enjoyed it much more than the first time!#i also already have the book so 👀👀👀 looking forward to that too 👀

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THE TAIL OF THE GHOST : Tales to Read AFTER the Lights Are OUT! : (1 part)

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THE TAIL OF THE GHOST

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He awoke to the almost feathery sensation of tail hairs flirting softly across his face. Again. The soft, sweet voice of the young mare offered, “Up, Old Warrior! It is time for us to battle another night away!”

Opening one eye, the Old Warrior beheld two things. One, the young mare was right. The sun was setting. Time for him to get up and fry a few hay twists for breakfast.

The other was a bit more awkward to see. The young mare herself. Other than the fact that her mane and tail were darker than the fur that covered the rest of her, there was simply not much to be seen. Her outlines were slightly hazy and he could see the wall mount with his old battle honors and medals right through her.

Years ago, needing to reduce the size of a peacetime army, Master Sargent Warrin had been mustered out for his age and infirmity. Some Infirmity. True, he was missing the tip joint of his right wing. That had failed to slow him down any. Only dumb headquarters brass saw it as an infirmity.

When mustered out, Master Sargent Warrin had got from his forward post in the forest to Fort Everfree Edge faster than the overweight but “fit” pegasus Lieutenant that had delivered his Orders. The scene that followed had got “insolence” added to his mustering out Orders.

All that he had done, after all, was point out to Base Commander Morrgripe that the UNFIT pony that they were mustering out could out run, out fly and carry a heavier battle pack in the air or on foot than ANY officer in the Fort. That might have been bad enough, but the 950 golden bits that he had won while proving it, including a bet from the BC, had earned him the insolent tag.

Then the Prance border heated up a few years later. For the fourth time! They tried to get him to sign a forced reenlistment.

He had taken great pleasure in rubbing the Infirmity Muster Out in their faces! At that time he was employed flying express post for Princess Luna’s Royal Road Commission. AND had racked up SIX commendations for his swift deliveries!

He was smiling as he looked up at his second wall mount. The commendations for swift post and two of Luna’s Crescents for gallantry in dealing with deadly civil emergencies were in it.

The sweet little mare poked her head through the wall near the stove where he was seasoning his frying hay twists with assorted dried flower tops.

With not a care in the world, she walked on into the kitchen, hooves about 10 cm above the floor. “Smells lovely, Old Warrior. I wish that I could eat some along with you. That is something that I miss a lot.

“Until you came, ponies that stayed here at this old chateau were afraid of me. I just saw you smiling. Was it remembering your Insolence or was it the Fast Post Service that you were remembering?”

He looked up and offered her a small plate of his seasoned hay twist. “It was a little of all three things, Sweetie. The third being you, of course. Mostly you.

“Here, this plate is yours for now. If you cannot eat what I cooked for you, at least you can smell it and share breakfast with me that way.”

Her eyes twinkling, the little mare, Sweetie, sat. On the air. And sniffed appreciatively. He poured her a small cup of the strong Rom black tea that he favored. She smelled that too, a blissfully happy expression on her face.

He watched in fascination as she reached out a hoof and the day’s mail appeared in the same ghostly form as herself. When she took back her hoof, all of his day’s mail was solidly there on the table. She seemed to be pleased at his expression.

He sorted his mail and made a sour expression when he opened one with the Army Retirement Board seal on it. He brightened considerably at the contents of a different envelope It bore the seal of Chancery Court of Princess Luna’s Royal Road Commission.

“I have to go down to Everfree Town, Sweetie. I wish that you could come with me. I enjoy your company.”

She smiled like a conjurer doing a clever slight of hoof trick. “I can. I have followed you to your garden that is in the glen. Because it was daylight, you could not see me but I was there. I am hard to see in bright lamplight too. That does not stop me from seeing you, only you from seeing me.”

“I thought that you were haunting this chateau.”

“I was. Then you came. You were not afraid of me. You even started waking at sunset and spending the night awake, just so that you could see me and talk to me.

“It took some time for me to learn how to talk to you so that you could hear me. Nobody else can hear me at all. I love being able to talk to you. The stories that you tell me of your adventures are endlessly fascinating. I especially like the one about your meeting Princess Luna on the Prance frontier.”

The ex Master Sargent Warrin grinned! “You learned how to move real things and that led you to writing too! I must say that I admire your determination. I would have loved to have you in a platoon of mine!

“Now, let’s go to Equesrian National Bank and try to settle this business!”

Sweetie smiled happily, “I love going out with you! What is Equestrian National Bank?”

Bemused, the old warrior paused in the doorway and looked over at Sweetie, who was simply strolling through the wall of the chateau. There was no porch under her but she did not seem to notice that.

He mused, “Forgot how long ago you died, Sweetie. A bank is a business that takes money from many ponies and then loans it out to businesses, farms and home buyers. They make money off of the loans and then share some of what they make with the ponies they got the money from.

“Usually, everypony sort of wins. While they hold my money, they keep track of how much I have and add on my share of what they earn with it.”

Sweetie had no wings but she easily kept pace with him, seeming to trot along like a pegasus on a well made cloud. Except, of course, there was no cloud!

With a luminous smile she explained, “I have managed to change from haunting the chateau to haunting YOU! That means that I HAVE to stay close! That makes it easy to keep up. The magic of haunting and all of that.”

He flew with happy strokes of powerful wings. She trotted ahead and flirted her ghostly tail in his face sometimes! It made him get a goofy smile on his face every time that she did it. He spiraled down to the Equestrian National Bank and walked in.

He requested a meeting with Mister Horshiz, the branch Vice President of Operations. Instead of having to wait, Mister Horshiz, a really sour gray maned red pony, demanded, “There you are, Warrin! Why are you six days late on the rent for the Royalmont Chateau? You owe us 1500 golden bits plus six days of penalties!”

Warrin looked askance at him. “Not possible. I was PURCHASING the chateau from Princess Luna, who owned it. There is a title deed transfer that my agent told me has been delayed. My making the purchase was the Princess’ idea.”

“I have the DEED right here!”

Horshiz held out a blue scrolled edge document. Warrin’s battle trained reflexes snatched it faster that Horshiz could pull it back. His eyebrows rose at what he saw.

In a saccharine voice he asked, “Where is the original? This is a Chancery Copy and it has been altered. The Royal Seal is a copy, not an original, as required by Crowns Law.”

“That is a trivial detail! Pay the past due rent and penalties or be evicted at once!” Horshiz demanded.

Sweetie’s voice caught Warrin’s attention. “Keep him talking love of mine. I see some very interesting things in this file on his desk!”

Warrin grinned like a shark seeing a helpless swimmer. “When Princess Luna’s personal property deed was so severely delayed in transfer, I wrote to her.”

He held up his envelope with the seal of the Royal Road Chancery Court on it. He read, “Dear Master Sargent (Ret.) Warrin: It is with great pleasure that I enclose your latest Royal Road Fast Post Commendation for assistance in the recent Dappleton Grist Mill dam failure.

“In spite of your Retirement from our Postal Service, your heroic over flight in thunderstorm weather and precise damage assessments made all of the difference for some hundreds of our subjects.

“In response to your request for an audit of the title problem concerning the Royalmont Chateau, I have disturbing news. The Title Deed was sent to the Everfree Town branch of Equestrian National Bank to have the deed transfer to you notarized and the transfer registered.

“Celestia and I jointly agreed, after the Dappleton disaster, to gift the Chateau to you for your many services to our Realm. Along with the deed, all needful fees and a full refund of all the monies that you have paid were sent to the Bank.

“The deed, fees and refund were directly stolen. A Royal Audit has shown other irregularities concerning your accounts at the Everfree EQNB. Among these, your retirement payments from both Our Army and the Royal Road Post System have subverted. The direct golden transfers on the Royal Treasury are being made to Everfree EQNB. They are issuing DRAFTS, which they fail to pay until thirty days have passed, giving them unlawful access to the use of your honorable retirement funds.

“The whole scheme has been directly traced to General Morrgripe of Fort Everfree, who appears to have a grudge against you concerning how your took your Muster Out. Something about losing a bet.

“I may add that due to My personal friendship, stemming from your heroic shielding of my person with your body during a surprise attack by Prance forces, it was my request that you be kept in our Royal Armored Pegassi. However, in the end, such decisions do properly belong to the Base Commander. Then Colonel Morrgripe ordered you Mustered Out.

“I will never forget that you lost your right wing tip when protecting me during the Third Prance Incursion.

“Both General Morrgripe and Branch Vice President Horshiz have been summoned to Our Royal Court to answer charges Under Our Royal Wing, concerning the theft of My personal property and gift. They must also face the subversion of our Royal Retirement System.

“Please find enclosed a fully transferred Title Deed formally Sealed by both my sister Celestia and I. This Deed supersedes any previous documents and is already Registered in all of the appropriate Courts of Law.

“I remain your loyal friend, Princess Luna.”

While Warrin was reading, he noticed with amusement that he could, just barely, see Sweetie. She was laying her hoof on documents from the file on Horshiz’s desk. Like when she picked up his mail at home, the documents faded slowly away while Sweetie grinned.

For his ears alone, she said, “We called them Sharing Associations when I was alive. Losing needed documents is still a favorite ploy, I see. He is losing some that he will wish that he still had!”

Warrin grinned even more widely. He held up his copy of the Chateau’s deed. “You are effectively dead, except that you will be working on the Royal Roads! This one is ALREADY registered by the direct order of BOTH Princesses.

“I was coming to let you know that both the payment by draft and the Deed issues had been taken care of. I was going to let you off the hook on all of this and shaft General Morrgripe, whom I do detest.

“Unfortunately, you just had to try to extort a rent from me for a property that I own outright as a Royal gift.”

Sweetie strolled through Horshiz’s desk and laid her hoof just above Warrin’s lap. A number of documents faded into existence in his lap.

She hugged him, which felt like being surrounded by the softest of feathers.

Whispering in Warrin’s ear, she said, “Come, my love, let us go to our home and leave this pony to his fate.”

Agreeing, Warrin stood, folding the documents into his shoulder pouch. He turned to the stunned Horshiz, “I would love to see you try to claim either rent or eviction. The first thing that the court will do is look to see who owns the property. The Registry will show that it is ME. That will make you prima facie guilty of fraud. You know it, too.

“A pleasant evening to you.”

He stopped by the Police Station and delivered the documents that Sweetie had purloined. He explained, “These are part of the evidence in a case Under the Royal Wing.”

He produced his letter from Princess Luna. The desk pony checked his Wants, Warrants, and Summonses file to confirm the Royal Summons and took the documents, saying, “I will be see to getting these forwarded to the Royal Road Chancery Court.” Shaking his head in disbelief he added, “Stealing from Princess Luna? Not a wise thing to do!”

Warrin’s flight home to the Chateau was in no way hindered by Sweetie getting in front of him and flirting her tail in his face from time to time.

~THE END~

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ProsLegAnon - Tumblr ate the second half of my ask. Rude, Tumblr. Anyway, I was just saying I felt smug and superior that I was on the same wavelength as you bc that's def something to be proud about. Also that Katniss getting into Peeta's fandoms is so awesome. He'd be very hesitant about the second HTTYD movie, though, because [SPOILER] there's an emotional death of a father in it. I can imagine Katniss rolling her eyes and telling him it's a CARTOON, she'll be fine, and then bawling and he's

Peeta feels so bad about making her cry and she's super embarrassed and it's an adorable hot mess. I cannot TELL you how RIGHT it feels that Peeta discovers baking this way. For this universe, it's so perfect. If his family aren't bakers, it's something fully his. If they are, you get that whole gorgeous narrative of him always rejecting it out of hand bc of family and then accepting it for him. While still rejecting the familial expectations of it. :P Which is soooo healing I just

(If there was a third part, Tumblr ate this too. Which is maybe a good time to tell you, if you feel like just emailing me, if that works better? [email protected]) Oh my GOD the idea of how embarrassed Katniss would be to cry over a movie after she promised Peeta she wouldn’t and that she would be fine is just so *fingers kiss* to me, holy shit, that’s so so cute. She also is probably one of those people who doesn’t cry very often, either. Like she hasn’t cried in like two years and then after much promising that she won’t she’s just. bawling on the couch and he’s like, so unsure if they’re “there” yet for him to comfort her and feels like it’s his fault but just has to sit there and watch the movie. But it’s a small couch and he reaches over and touches her arm and she sort of leans into the touch and they’re both just a tiny bit touch starved so they end up watching the rest of the movie leaning against each other at the shoulders. It’s not cuddling, exactly, but it’s also not not cuddling. And. YES. His family ran the town bakery but I don’t think it’s unreasonable than a modern AU Peeta wouldn’t have worked in the family bakery growing up, especially if he was preoccupied with extra curriculum and going to school, which he was. He was at school on wrestling scholarship but also in HS would have done student government too and probably also debate team and anything else that could get him out of the house as a teenager as much as possible. Never wanted to bake, ever... until Katniss wanted a Swiss Roll. Super reclamatory for him but also a little confusing... (My abusive mom loved baking and she didn’t do it professionally but I always feel this twisted kinship that I don’t want with her when I bake, even though I find it really soothing to bake it’s hard to push past the ‘cool, I am doing this thing that my mother loved to do and taught me’ -- I can absolutely see that for him) And I think also that Katniss would be a less discerning audience than his parents, so if he HAD tried baking when he was younger and had the wind taken out of his sails by criticism and pointers, well, Katniss has none of those to offer. She’s just excited about having pastries around all the time, truthfully. .I’ve had a longstanding headcanon of Katniss Everdeen as a knitter (I was knittingkatniss for years, lol) and I’m just being flooded with this mental image tonight of them on the couch while she knits and he works on his commissions and it’s just, like, quiet and soft companionship, which they’ve both been yearning for for so long... And also I was thinking about Katniss, with her Acts of Service, doing some light research online about accessibility for below-knee amputees and quietly buying a shower chair before Peeta moves into her apartment and then attempting to not say anything about it... until Finnick helps him move in, and Peeta has a shower chair, and of course he already had one she feels so stupid but it’s not like Peeta’s accessibility has been a huge concern to his parents so it’s just sort of this moment between them where they’re both kind of blushy and awkward about it and she’s wondering if she could reasonably pretend like it was hers, because she already took it out of the box and set it up and oh god what if he’s insulted and Peeta just, like. Calls her sweet. And her with her lack of perception is like “pfft I’m not sweet” but also sort of lives and dies for the compliment despite her best efforts to brush it off

#prosthetic anon #moon in my glass

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Ask the Admins 12.0

Anon asked: Jynn, how much are your commissions? How much money do you need left?

Jynn: My prices are super flexible just bc I’m super desperate right now. The deadline for my getting a car was moved back slightly but I’ve only received about $50 in donations since the post was made. The situation I’m in right now is that I’m allowed to use my parents car to get to work… as long as I’m staying at their house while I’m using it. You can find more info on pricing on the services page of my original content blog: @jynnisloriginal

Anon asked: Is your NSFW blog ever going to come back :^( ?

Chamomile: Maybe? I have ideas for it, but I’m not comfortable with running the blog. It would take a lot of work to get in touch with the old admins, get new admins, clean up the blog, get tags set up, have enough posts in the queue to start it up…maybe we’ll make it a summer project when we have the time.

M: Welllllll, I was never really an admin on it in the first place (mainly did coding & general management), but if there’s an interest for it to return, we could open up applications for new admins

@genosha-meiuqer asked: Which Never Book quote do you think most represents who you are?

Chamomile: “Tea should always be enjoyed in the presence of good company.”

M: “He’s like faraway thunder: a soothing rumble in the distance that promises fiery destruction.”

Syren: “Believing is my flying.”

Jynn: “I am but a humble witch who loves cereal.”

Anon asked: If your car could talk, what do you think it would tell you?

Chamomile: “I was once owned by the US Government but now I shuttle a tired college student who swears way too much at other drivers.”

M: halp.

Syren: CHANGE MY GOSH DARN OIL

Jynn: “Kill me.”

Anon asked: Imagine the pain someone in a poly relationship would be in if all of their lovers suddenly didn’t love them anymore. Any prompts for that?

Chamomile: or…..consider this. Everybody is in love and it’s all okay. It was a really bad dream and Character A is able to turn over in bed and snuggle into Character B’s back while Character C absently murmurs words of “it’s okay…you’re okay…” to Character A.

Anon asked: omg how do you come up with such amazing aus??????/

Chamomile: I have anxiety and I use AU sh*tposting as a coping method

M: I made a deal with several witches of a bloodcult. Long story.

Syren: I can see into other universes, so I just take real stories I see happening and write them down. Duh.

Jynn: Inspiration from real life!

Anon asked: Did Vox go poof?

Chamomile: Yeah, unfortunately.

Anon asked: What do you think when people say asexual is the same thing as aromantic?

Chamomile: Just calmly explain the difference so that they understand. It took me forever to learn all the LGBTQ+ terms (and I’m still learning) so it’s good to be patient with people.

M: I still say that they are two very different things, regardless of what people might think or say. Romantic attraction and sexual attraction are fundamentally different.

Syren: I definitely think they’re not the same thing. It seems pretty cut and dry to me, but I guess it’s just harder for some people to understand?

Jynn: I think they’re misinformed. I’m asexual, and even I used to have that misconception when I was younger.

Anon asked: Can you dig Elvis?

Chamomile: no.

M: Is dug.

Syren: …….. I can dig Elvis. *violent flashback to That Fic* Why would you do this

Jynn: I can dig the King baby.

Anon asked: Gandalf or Dumbledore?

Chamomile: Dumbledore

M: Gandalf

Syren: Gandalfff

Jynn: I’ve never read LOTR so can’t make the call.

Anon asked: For May’s AtA: Gurry, Geno, and I are graduating in the 15th, so out of curiosity, I was wondering if any of you had some fond memories of your graduations. If you don’t mind sharing, of course.

Chamomile: Okay so I mix up words and letter orders a lot, so when I was ordering my graduation gown, instead of writing down 5’6” and 160lbs, I wrote down 6’5” and 160lbs. So my gown comes in and it’s GINORMOUS and I had to hem it the best that I could, but in all of my graduation pictures, it looks like i’m being swallowed up by my gown. It was also a really sad-sweet experience for me? My final school was the longest I had ever attended one school (3 years), so there was a lot of crying and laughing with my friends. (I graduated on a Friday and packed up my things to move to Texas on Sunday morning, so you know, it was a //very// tearful Saturday with my friends)

M: Well, I didn’t particularly like high school, so my fond memories of graduation included being able to leave :/

Syren: I’m a junior, so I don’t have memories of that yet :( But at my sister’s a few years ago, we all had to go through metal detectors and get searched cause there was a rumored shooting

Jynn: Just graduating was a miracle for me honestly. I finished school on homebound and it took an extra year for me to graduate, so I had to watch my class walk without me. My teacher did pull some strings, and I did get to walk with the next class a year later when I never thought I’d get to at all. Our school colors were blue and white and I had a white gown, so I made myself memorable by dying my hair bright blue the day before the ceremony.

Anon asked: Are any of you single?? 😍😍😍

Chamomile: I’m not single! We’re celebrating our 6th month anniversary this week.

M: Uh, well, technically yes. (It’s a bit complicated, to be completely honest…)

Syren: Yup! I am also a wee 17 y/o with no interest in getting a gf just yet

Jynn: Happily taken!

Anon asked: Do the admins have jobs? If so, what do you do?

Chamomile: I have my new coffee shop job! I also do nannying.

M: I worked in IT up until recently, and before that I worked for a butlering / catering service and did freelance voice acting work (which I still do on the side now). I’m hoping to snag something for the summer, so crossing fingers on that one!

Syren: I work at a daycare for a few hours after school every day, and it’s the best job ever. The kid’s are amazing and hilarious, and working there has honestly made me understand so much more why some kids turn out to be d-bags as teens.

Jynn: I have two part time jobs. I’m a game master at an escape room, which I absolutely love, and a lifeguard at a school affiliated wellness center. I also do a bit of modeling and general management product promotion. Trying to get back into voice work atm too!

@thechubbyballerina asked: @admin chamomile, what is the weirdest thing that’s happened at the coffee shop?

Chamomile: So far, nothing much has happened, but I did accidentally get locked out while taking out the trash and I had to call the other night worker (who was in the office doing money counting) to come let me back inside. Not sure if that counts as weird, but it was raining and like, 10pm

Anon asked: Do you work in a small family owned coffee shop or a commercial kind (like Starbucks)?

Chamomile: it’s a family coffee shop inside of a larger restaurant! Sometimes I have to double as a waitress, but mostly I’m just making coffees and selling pastries.

Anon asked: my friend and i saw admin m's personal blog profile pic and we're a lil bit obsessed [[😬]] are they still single?? we know they were sometime before but can't remember (asking for a friend obvs hahahaaa 😅 plsbesingle)

M: Oh uh, thanks, I guess! (?) Like I said before, I’m technically single, yeah.

(P.S. What’s up with all the admin love lately? It’s not like we mind, but we haven’t done anything special lately…)

#the admin chamomile #admin m #admin syren #admin jynn #this has been a public broadcast #ask the admins #ata

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