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strawberryhospice · 3 months

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So here’s the council 💖

Not depicted are my five (?) Furby buddies, my 2023 furbling, and my forty-ish McDonald’s furbs. I don’t count them when taking family photos because fuck that. Moving nearly 67 furbies is painful as is.

Below is a list of all of their names, pronouns, and model names. Enjoy ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

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First Row

❤️Zara (she/her) - Dalmatian

🧡Luxury “Lux” (she/her) - Champagne

💛Cruft (he/him) - Silver Millenium

💚Lotus (he/they) - Elephant

💙Hyacinth (she/her) - Elephant

💜Askew (he/they) - Tiger

❤️Wren (they/them) - Dalmatian

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Second Row

🧡Crush (he/him) - Leopard

💛Celsius (he/him) - Husky

💚Fenti (she/her) - Snow Leopard

💙Birch (he/him) - Zebra

💜Jolt (she/they/it) - Koala

❤️Honeydew “Honey” (she/her) - Coffee

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Third Row

🧡Cider (she/her) - Autumn

💛Faygo (she/they) - Ladybug

💚Lottery “Lotty” (they/she) - Kiwi

💙Fanta (she/her) - Rooster

💜Moth (she/her) - Wizard

❤️Sodapop (he/it/they) - Ladybug

🧡Brew (he/him) - Autumn

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Fourth Row

💛Spry (he/him) - Dalmatian

💚Salud (she/they) - Flower Bud Baby

💙Niro (they/them) - Primary Baby

💜Sprocket (he/him) - Spring Baby

❤️Sucrose (he/him) - Confetti Baby

🧡Pluto (he/him) - Minty Baby

💛Gauze 2 (they/he) - Witch’s Cat

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Fifth Row

💚Mayday (she/they) - Skunk

💙Coal (he/him) - Santa

💜Deetz (she/it/they) - Church Mouse

❤️Blitzen “Blitz” (he/him) - Reindeer

🧡Punch (they/he/she) - Flamingo

💛Helvetica (she/her) - Santa

💚Chad (he/him) - Tropical

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Sixth Row

💙Gumshoe (he/him) - Witch’s Cat

💜Threat (he/him) - Pink Baby

❤️Lune (she/star/bun/moon) - Peachy Baby

🧡Bee (he/him) - Blue Baby

💛Gloom (they/them) - Spring Time Baby

💚Osteo (he/him) - Snowball Baby

💙Lovelace “Vel” (she/they/he) - Dalmatian

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Seventh Row

💜”Baabu” (???) - Blue Baby

❤️Sugar (she/her) - Leopard

🧡Vinyl (she/they) - Racer

💛Sweet Tart “Sweetie” (they/she) - Tie-Dye

💚Rico (he/him) - Spring

💙Cream (she/her) - Snowball

💜Bierce (they/them) - Easter

❤️Carrion (he/him) - Snowball Baby

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Eighth Row

🧡Shea (she/her) - Gorilla

💛Sumo/Paradise (she/her) - Skunk

💚Kujo (he/him) - Church Mouse

💙Pepsi “Bepis” (she/her) - Wavy Stripes Baby

💜Ferris (she/they/he) - Dalmatian

❤️Attic (he/him) - Grey Wolf

🧡Ribbit “Ribb” (they/them) - Frog

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Ninth Row

💛Gambit (he/him) - Snowball Baby

💚Faun (he/him) - Bear

💙Bottle (he/they) - Giraffe

💜Micheal (he/him) - Lizard

❤️Lotion (he/him) - Giraffe

🧡Coriander “Cori” (he/him) - Cheetah

💛Fortune (he/him) - Giraffe

💚Cryptid (they/it) - Very Purple Baby

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Not Depicted ( only 1998 mechanical furbies)

💙Spree (she/her) - Gorilla

💜Dusk (he/him) - Church Mouse

❤️Gauze 1 (???) - Witch’s Cat

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And finally, here’s the previous photo I took next to the current one. Clearly I’ve been on my custom grind in the past few months 😅‼️

#furby #furby fandom #furby community #furby 1998 #custom furby #furby custom #ooak furby #ooak #furby love #furby family

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destinedfordiaperstories · 1 month

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Sammy's Little Problem, Chapter 19

“Wake up, Sammy! They finished installing everything, it’s just us again!”

Sammy stirred sluggishly, not wanting to wake up.

“C’mon, let’s get you up, your diaper is about to burst,” Allie says, picking Sammy up, “let’s take your new changing table for a test drive.”

Sammy didn’t respond, perfectly happy to let Allie do the work of carrying her, even if it made her feel little. She wasn’t excited to see her new nursery, but she was too tired to fight Allie. She just wanted to get out her diaper. It was cold and uncomfortable.

“Here we are, Sammy!”

The room looked exactly how Sammy expected a toddler’s room to look. Except it wasn’t for a toddler—it was for her.

“But Allie, you said I wouldn’t have a crib!” Sammy whined, immediately noticing the bars surrounding the bed.

“It’s not a crib, I promise! Look at the bars, Sammy! If you really wanted to, you could climb over them. Cribs are designed to keep babies safely inside, so this isn’t a crib!”

“But why do I need bars at all?”

“It’s just to keep you from falling out as you sleep, nothing more. I’m sure you won’t even notice them.”

“Hphmf,” Sammy huffs.

Sammy feels herself carried inside the room before she’s gently placed on the changing table.

“How’s this, much better than the ground, huh?” Allie prods cheerfully, “isn’t it comfortable?”

“I guess,” Sammy concedes, unwilling to admit how comfortable it was.

“Rockets or astronauts?” Allie asks, holding up two diapers.

“Rockets.”

“Don’t be a pouty pants, Sammy! Or does some need a…” Allie says cryptically, “tickle fight!” Allie starts tickling Sammy’s tummy, laughing as she does.

Sammy does her best to resist, but succumbs to laughter, “okay, okay! I’m laughing, Allie! It tickles!”

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Allie says, as she rips open the tabs of Sammy diaper and wipes. “Houston, are we go for launch?” she asks Sammy in a mock serious voice.

“Permission granted!” Sammy chirps.

“Copy that, Houston. Ready for launch.” Allie counts down from five, lifting Sammy’s legs up at one, “Houston, we have lift off!”

Allie watches as Sammy giggles, happily playing along, enjoying her diaper change. A minute later, Sammy’s diaper is taped into place.

“All done, Sammy!” Allie says before removing Sammy’s shirt.

“Wh-what are you doing, Allie?”

“Just changing you into something more comfortable,” Allie says as she grabs something out of the drawer. She returns with something pink. “Okay, can you sit up for me, Sammy?”

Sammy does as she’s told, eying the outfit.

“Arms up!” Allie fits the sleeves through Sammy’s arms, pulling the outfit down.

“What is this, Allie? It doesn’t feel like a t-shirt, it’s tight.”

“It’s not a t-shirt, silly. It’s a onesie. Lay back down,” Allie says as she lifts Sammy’s legs, pulling the onesie over her.

“B-but I don’t want to wear a onesie, Allie! They’re for babies!”

“Oh, stop, Sammy! They’re super comfy!” Allie responds, pulling the snaps together, “There, how’s that feel?”

Sammy looks down at her diaper. The onesies does nothing to hide her diaper. If anything, it makes it more obvious. Plus, her legs are completely exposed.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Allie says, rushing back to the dresser. She returns with two long socks. “Here, just in case your legs get cold.

Sammy watches as Allie slides two pink and white striped socks up her legs, stopping a few inches above her knees. If it wasn’t so babyish, she’d appreciate how they matched her onesie.

“Now, I have to take care of some work tonight, do you want to play with some legos while I work?”

“Yayyy!” Sammy replies, “legos!”

“Which set do you want to build today?” Allie smiles, glad her suggestion worked.

“I want to build the Millenium Falcon!” Sammy squeals, “I love Star Wars!”

“Wow, that’s a big set! Are you sure you want to do that first?”

“Yes, please Allie! Please!”

“Okay, okay, just asking!” Allie gets the set and places it on the living room floor.

Sammy wastes no time opening the packaging.

“I’m going to be right in the other room, Sammy. I don’t want you doing anything else but build, okay? If you need anything, just ask and I’ll help you, okay?”

Sammy barely heard her, consumed in building. Allie smiles before heading to her office.

An hour later, Sammy is startled as she feels a hand reach down into her diaper.

“Sorry, sweetie, just needed to check! Wow, look how far you’ve gotten!”

Sammy had made an impressive amount of progress for an hour’s work. Of course, its hardly surprised Allie. Sammy may be a Little, but she wasn’t dumb.

A few hours and another diaper change later, Allie told Sammy it was time for bed.

“But Allie, I’m not done yet! Twenty more minutes, please! It’s only 8!”

“Sorry, Sammy, it’s your bedtime, no buts!”

“NO! I’m not tired Allie! I don’t want to go to bed!” Sammy howled.

“Sammy, do not raise your voice at me. It’s time for bed when I say it’s time for bed.”

“I don’t care! I want to play with my legos!”

“Careful, Sammy, do you want to go to timeout?”

“No, I want to play! It’s not fair!” Sammy screeches, slamming her legos down, shattering her progress.

“Okay, if you’re going to break things, then you need a timeout, Sammy.” Allie picks Sammy up, carrying her to the corner. “I want you to stay in this corner for 10 minutes and think about how you’re acting.”

Before Sammy can answer, she feels a pacifier shoved in her mouth. She huffs, anger flooding her brain. She wants to scream at Allie, at anyone. Left without options, she decides to throw herself down, Allie never said she had to stand.

She fell to the floor, diaper poofing loudly as she did. The sound made her feel so childish, so immature. Overwhelmed, Sammy cried. By the time was up, her sobs had slowed significantly.

Allie can’t help but watch Sammy, pouting in the corner, in her matching onesie and socks. She’s just so cute, Allie thinks to herself.

“Okay, are you calm, Sammy? Do you have anything to say to me?”

“I-I sowwy, Awwie,” Sammy says through her pacifier.

“Thank you for saying that,” Allie says, kneeling down in front of Sammy, “I don’t like putting you in timeout, but if you are going to yell I have no choice, understand?”

“Yeth,” Sammy mumbles.

Allie looks into her teary eyes. She knows Sammy can’t help it, but it’s her job as a Caregiver. Her heart suddenly melts as she sees Sammy’s hands go up, begging to be picked up.

Allie reaches down and picks Sammy up, holding her against her chest. She heads to the rocking chair in Sammy’s room, glad she purchased the oversized version. They fit perfectly.

Sammy rests her head on Allie’s chest, her hand pulling down the hem of her blouse. Allie slowly rocks the chair, watching as Sammy’s eyes grow heavy, stroking her hair.

Half asleep, Sammy pulls down Allie’s blouse, exposing her breast. She instinctively latches onto Allie’s nipple.

Allie lets it happen, knowing full well Sammy wouldn’t actually be able to breastfeed, but too lost in the moment to care. She’d never felt more connected to Sammy than in this moment.

She made a mental note to schedule an appointment with her doctor. She wanted to do this every night.

Allie continued to rock long after Sammy had started to snore, holding Sammy against her. She was happier than she’d ever been in her life.

Go to Chapter 20.

#ab/dl babygirl #ab/dl community #ab/dl fiction #ab/dl lifestyle #cg/l #cg/l community #cg/l little #diaper community #sammyslittleproblem #cg/l lifestyle

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ggukkiedae · 3 months

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When an introverted puppy meets an extroverted cat | NCT JENO & TOMORROWXTOGETHER SERI [SELF-ON KODE]

Click Below to See the Video

(pink chats for for jeno, blue for seri, based on which color of the wall they’re sat on. fair warning, this is unedited aksjdj)

*insert teaser clips here*

jeno sits on the pink wall side this time and sighs, putting on the airpods “i really hope this isn’t a prank again”

interview jeno: zhong chenle if you come out again… i think i may develop trust issues

seri walks in, hopping slightly into her seat, airpods already on and a grin on her face

interview seri: i’m excited. i really want to grow as a person through experiences with and experiencing more people

they scan the codes to enter the chat

moeongmeong: hi

nyangi: hi! how are you today?

m: i’m okay, just a little skeptical because my friend pranked me last time i was here

n: really? what happened?

m: he pretended to be on the show with me, but he knew who i was and wasn’t wearing airpods

seri laughs

interview jeno: i’m still upset

seri: this person seems to be innocent if they fell for that

n: how old are you? you seem young

jeno snickered “should i say how old i am? should i be nice or not?… i’ll be nice”

seri stared at her phone "this person isn't answering... oh, wait"

m: i’m a millenium kid

seri’s eyes widened “this person’s older than me?”

n: you’re older than me!

n: only by one year though

jeno straightened in his seat “oh? oh no, now i feel like i have to lead the conversation… unless this is chenle again”

seri is thinking “i know a few people born in 2000… soobin oppa? did he follow me here?”

m: yah

n: what?

m: i swear if this is you from last time again

seri laughed out loud at that. “they must let their younger friends pull pranks on them, huh?”

jeno gave his phone a skeptical look "zhong chenle... this is ridiculous, am i actually being pranked by chenle again?”

n: you seem like a nice person to let someone younger than you mess with you

n: your younger friends must find it funny

n: my younger friends become babies when they’re with me

"it isn't chenle," jeno tilted his head with a curious smile, "it feels almost like this person is in an idol group, too"

m: are you perhaps an idol?

m: is that why you’re nyangi? your fans say you look like a cat?

seri looked to her right curiously “how did he figure that out so fast? or was that a lucky guess?”

jeno laughed at the momentary lack of answer, "i must be right"

interview seri: i deducted they must be an idol too. by that logic, they’re an idol who’s known to look like a puppy, right?

n: ooooh, you’re right

n: you must be an idol too, meongmeong

jeno laughed

m: right!

m: good

m: so you like music?

n: i do!

n: i’ve been doing music even before my i entered my company

jeno looked up for a while “they’re an idol…”

interview jeno: they must be someone who debuted after me, right? the only person i can think if younger than me who debuted before me is bts miya”

seri looked at naver for idols who look like puppies born in 2000, then a familiar face popped up

she snorts and shakes her head

interview seri: if this is kim seungmin, i'm walking out. he's gonna start nagging me again. that was my first thought

n: *one image attachment* (a picture of seungmin)

n: it’s you, isn’t it?

m: ???

jeno had to put his phone down for a bit while laughing

m: did you search naver?

n: i did!

m: no

m: wait

m: we shouldn’t play like that

seri was just laughing “cute! there’s no way this is seungmin! they do seem a little bit familiar though”

n: okay okay

n: i got it

n: HAHAHAHA

n: but are you a girl or a boy?

m: do you want to guess?

m: i can put my hand over the corner

seri looked at the staff “are we allowed to do that? yeah? okay”

n: go, i won’t look

jeno got up, putting his hand over the edge of the corner

seri got up as well, looking away and reaching her hand out, jumping slightly when she found jeno’s hand

jeno’s jaw dropped in shock while he let go, “it’s really not chenle, it’s a girl”

“boy hands,” seri nodded to herself, laughing

n: so you’re a millenium boy?

n: you’re an oppa, then

m: you’re a girl

m: your nails felt long, by the way

m: i have a friend that likes doing nails, i can recommend you to her

interview jeno: her nails did poke me, and they felt long and textured

interview seri: i did my nails last night! it's like a hobby, but i didn't think he'd notice them

n: *one image attached* (a picture of her nails)

n: pretty, right?

m: woah

m: they’re my favorite color

n: oh?

n: blue is my favorite color too!

jeno smiled at his phone “good, there’s common ground”

seri tilted her head, "i wonder what else we have in common"

m: do you want to exchange song recommendations?

n: sure!

seri looks at the screen, tilting her head with a smile “what is this? he sent me one of the somgs on my play list”

the song jeno sent is my favorite part by mac miller and ariana grande

jeno laughed “yah, i have this song in my playlist!”

the song seri sent is ... smile by juice wrld and the weeknd

m: lol we must have similar taste

n: i think so…

m: the song i sent…

m: was it already in your playlist, too?

n: yeah!

n: i think we’ll get along well

n: want to go out to eat after this?

jeno’s eyes widened as he read this, and he burst out laughing “what is this?”

meanwhile seri tilted her head a little “is that too straight forward? i hope not”

jeno was looking off camera towards the staff “yes? you’re telling me to say yes?”

m: will you treat?

n: since you’re the oppa…

n: shouldn’t you treat?

jeno gave an incredulous look

seri was laughing her ass off while typing

n: kidding! i offered, so i’ll pay

m: we’ll see after the reveal

m: let’s send our home screens!

seri takes one look at jeno’s black home screen and laughs

jeno pulls a face at seri’s homescreen. it’s pure white

n: we match well

m: your home screen is so bright

m: kinda like your personality

jeno cringed as soon as he sent that

seri straightened “oh?”

n: was that flirting?

n: because i can up my flirting game

m: no!

m: i wasn’t flirting!

jeno drapes himself over his chair “oh no, this person must think i’m weird!”

n: it’s okay! my friends have a habit of flirting all the time, so i’m used to it

n: let’s send baby pictures!

seri sends hers first, and jeno looks at it closely “i don’t think i can guess who this is… she looks familiar”

before jeno could send his, the chat disconnected

the two now stood on opposite ends as the staff counted down

they both looked around the corner

seri burst into laughter, turning and heading back to her chair while jeno stood there with an amused shock expression

“yah!” he called to her, “what are you doing? you’re so straightforward!”

seri was still laughing on her chair, “oppa it was you! then whoever pranked you must have been either chenle or another 00 liner!”

jeno looked down “you’re right, it was chenle”

interview jeno: i guess i shouldn’t be surprised. the way of messaging felt familiar… yah, you shouldn’t search for people in stuff like this”

jeno looked at her weirdly while pulling her to stand from the chair, “you don’t listen to juice wrld?”

“you introduced him to me,” she shrugged, “and i kinda just started”

jeno smiled at that

interview seri: i’m happy it was jeno oppa! now i guess why he just let his member prank him like that without holding a grudge or getting angry

int jeno: we found out we had a lot in common in chat, but these are things we already knew in real life

she leaned against the wall while jeno looked at her, arms crossed

“so we’re eating out today?” “yeah, i’ll pay” “oppa, i said i’ll pay!” “how can i let you pay when you paid last time?”

interview seri: it was a good conversation, honestly. it didn’t feel forced, and it wasn’t too deep or too shallow, but this oppa held my hand…”

jeno in the background of int seri: to my defence, chenle did it to me first

interview seri: oh, oppa you’ve gotten bolder because you would have never done that when we first met

jeno got up from the chair and stood next to int seri, placing an arm around her shoulders “okay, thank you for this opportunity, even if i already knew the person, it was a fun experience, bye!”

seri just looked at him and laughed while he was waving. he looked at her and gestured to the camera “say bye, seri-yah”

“bye” she’s laughing while the screen fades to blank screen

you hear them talking with their icons popping up to show who was speaking

“you know, i was going to call you after to recommend this person to you for nails” “really?” “hannah says you do her nails really well” “that’s sweet of you to think of me, oppa… can i do your nails?” “with the extensions?” “if you want? i can do plain ones or nail art on your natural nails, too!” “okay”

you can hear the sound of seri clapping while jeno chuckles

-end-

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drop an ask or a dm if you wanna be added or taken out of the taglist 🥰 requests are also open!

#seri.jelly #seri.misc #seri #yoon seri #txt 6th member #txt female member #txt female addition #seri.interview

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frodothefair · 4 months

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Thank you, @kindlythevoid

Last song: Here We Come A-Caroling

Favorite colour: millenium pink

Last movie/show: LOTR behind the scenes and appendices, does that count?

Sweet/spicy/savoury: Sweet or savory; I cannot handle much spice

Relationship status: married

Last thing I googled: A Perfect Day For Bananafish

Current obsession: LOTR, Elijah Wood, and writing Flowers of Mordor, of course.

No pressure tags: @konjugaltdien @thatfancygirlinblack @nobutthanksanyways @autistook @friendofthefellowshipsnerdblog and anyone else!

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quitealotofsodapop · 15 days

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So can we get more context on this situation for the Tang River Water au?

referencing this au.

Literally one of the first things Peng does when they get released from the Scroll is to try and kill who he thinks is Tripitaka [Tang]. Peng presses on Tang so forcefully that the stone around him cracks. Tang doesn't be looking so great afterwards either.

Only reason Tang isn't passing through Diyu after this scene is Azure mentioning that he's just the monk's reincarnation (which 100% must have tickles Peng pink since they of all people know how embarassing it must have been for Buddha's teacher's pet to fail to break the cycle of rebirth). I have seen aus where Tang does die in this scene and his Golden Cicada powers have to come in clutch to keep his soul there. (link to a really cool animatic)

But in the "Mother Child River Tang" au?

Peng immediately takes one look at this *obviously* pregnant monk and just starts screeching with laughter! You know that sound peacock's make thats like a strangled laugh? That is all Peng is doing for their first five minutes out of the Scroll.

Yellow Tusk has already given Azure a warm welcoming hug and gotten caught up on the most recent millenium by the time Peng manages to catch their breath.

Peng: "The- [peacock cry]! The monk is- [more peacock cries!] ahhhhh! I can't even be mad at him right now! It's so funny!" Tang, still a little hurt, now offended: "Rude. A pregnant man isn't that funny." Peng: "But a pregnant monk is! Looks like that vow of chasity didn't stick eh?" Azure: "Peng, they are not the monk." Peng, laughter stops: "...then who the Diyu are they??" Tang, emboldened: "I'm Tang! Reincarnation and/or decendant of the Great Monk! And this is my husband Pigsy, our son MK, and our friends." Peng, tears in eyes: "HE MARRIED THE-!" [peacock cry!] Azure & Yellow tusk: *both sigh tiredly*

On a more serious note, since Sandy was forced to push Tang out of the way of Yellow tusk's attack + Peng pinned him to the ground, the Monkey King's part of the Scroll is damaged, MK is having a mental breakdown, and if we combine this with "Slow Boiled Stone Egg" au - the Brotherhood has taken Yuebei Xing hostage? Tang is in a lot of physical and emotional distress rn.

Like... enough to trigger early labor-level of distress.

Bodhisattva Guanyin is summoned immediately to Subodhi's temple before any actual training can occur. She's (and many other buddhist deities) so preoccupied in making sure that the Golden Cicada and his baby survives that they are distracted from the threat sieging Heaven at that moment...

Pigsy has to be held back from trying to tear the Brotherhood apart himself. Zhu Bajie wasn't *just* "some demon". He used to be one of the most powerful Marshals in Heaven - commanding 80 thousand heavenly sailors/soldiers. In one mythology, Marshal Tianpeng was even a son of Doumu - the mother of constellations (making him the Queen Mother of the West's brother oddly enough).

Whos to say that Pigsy doesn't accidentally tap into the powers of that life? The whole naval power of Heaven is suddenly at Subodhi's school, waiting for the orders to turn the Brotherhood into a fine red smear on the wall. It's only Tang's own pleading that Pigsy doesn't act rashly.

The chaos does lead to an odd conciencidence occuring though...

Nezha, post-s4: "I do wonder... has the Jade Emperor broken the cycle of rebirth? If not, then that means the location of his soul could prove dangerous if left unchecked. I must contact the Underworld." *starts mediatating* MK: "What do you mean?" Nezha: "The Emperor was eons old. That amount of acculmilated divine power needs a host that can handle it. Like-" Tang & Pigsy's baby: *snorts/burps loudly* Nezha, realising: "-the child of the Golden Cicada and of the Doumu herself..." Yama, King of Hell, astral projecting: "You guys are not gonna believe where the Emperor ended up! He's in a half-demon piglet somewhere- oh there she is!" Tang & Pigsy: ( 0_0) (0_0 ) "uh oh"

#mother child river tang au #slow boiled stone egg au #lmk aus #pregnancy tw #lmk tang #lmk pigsy #lmk peng #lmk azure lion #freenoddles #freenoodlesshipping #lmk #lego monkie kid

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oldschool-lolita-archive · 3 months

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Mochi (top row) and Ryoka (last row) wear Meta’s “millenium set” in pink

#metamorphose temps de fille #set #cape #skirt #2000

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angelunderheaven · 5 months

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Just for the Hell of it (1968)

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feralfennecfox · 22 days

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[no option for not finding him hot because i'm not a fuckin coward]

Reblog for greater reach if you're not too afraid to have this on ur blog

Photos of the versions below the cut if you need 'em:

Original:

Heisei:

Millenium:

Monsterverse:

PINK Monsterverse:

Shin:

Minus One before radiation:

Minus One after radiation:

Space Godzilla:

#godzilla #monster fucker #monster lover #terato

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arytha · 1 month

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[ID from ALT: A fullbody digital drawing of my OC, Millenium, standing in front of a mirror that is reflecting her form after her death, Mimi. Millenium's hands are clutched in front of her, insecure, her back turned to the camera. Mimi is posing with confidence, smirking with her arms up and hands pressed against the mirror's surface. Millenium has her blonde hair down, wearing a simple sweater and pleated skirt. Mimi is wearing a flashy outfit, with a dress that fades into a transparent skirt, a seethrough bodysuit underneath, and unattached sleeves. Her hair is pink and pulled into high twintails, with her short bangs dyed black. She's wearing cat ear headphones, with a cat tail peeking out from her skirt. The room reflected in the mirror behind Mimi is glitchy, while the room outside the mirror is dark and dreary. End ID]

#Mara's Art #i dont have commentary for the main post for this one. i forgor #Mimi #FINALLY DREW HEEEEER IM SO HAPPY WITH HOW THIS TURNED OUT!!!!#hahahaha #girl to catgirl pipeline!#sometimes u have to die to realize you can be who you want to be. and mimi's trapped in a computer so. its fine #also the necklace around mimi's neck is the same as data's #and ofc. data is her girlfriend and the owner of the computer mimi is currently stuck in. dw abt it

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likecrapthroughagoose · 4 months

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Hot take, but every Gigan design after the original has been a step down

60's Gigan (to me) is one of the most perfect kaiju designs ever created. Strange and alien, with a hodgepodge mix of parts that seem as though they shouldn't make work together- the neck and body of a goose, the head of an eagle, marlin-like fins, big dragon-like scales, and a bunch of pointy metal bits to imply cybernetic augmentation, all tied together with one big, red eye. It's a design that tiptoes up to the line of being too busy, but stops exactly where it needs to. Gigan, to me, is the template for "monster of the week" kaiju. Shows like Ultraman and ESPECIALLY Sentai owe Gigan a lot for demonstrating how you do that kind of design right.

And then they had to go and make Final Wars Gigan.

Don't get me wrong. I don't *hate* Gigan's 2004 look. It's cool and it fits the vibe of the movie. But my god, is it over-designed. It's like they looked at every one of his major features and turned the goth slider up to 11. It's not terrible, but it's a lot busier than it needs to be. On top of that... I mean let's just be honest, he looks more like some kind of outré kink outfit- and to be clear there's nothing wrong with that within the context of Godzilla Final Wars (arguably the horniest Godzilla film). I can't imagine him working in any other context though. Plop the original Gigan into virtually any other Godzilla movie (or really, almost any kaiju/toku film/show/etc.) and he makes sense. Millenium Gigan is cool, but he'd be really hard to fit into something that didn't already have a similar aesthetic.

Gigan Rex corrects the course a little bit.

I guess on some level I only half count this because it's not a suit, but that's also just kinda how things are now. It works for me, I just feel like it leaned into the anime vibes a little too much. This says, "cult classic PS2 RPG," to me more than it says, "Godzilla." The longer blades are cool though and I do like the idea of him being red. Not a fan of the pink eye, that should have been blue or something.

Though I suppose I can take solace in the fact that neither of them are the Godziban designs...

I'm not sure if I love it or if I fucking haaaate it.

#gigan #kaiju #godzilla #tokusatsu #rant #random thoughts

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nightcourtseer · 1 year

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You’re My Favorite Secret

For Elriel month 2023

Prompt: Shy Glances and Restricted Touches

Starfall had fallen on an especially clear, cloudless night in Velaris that year. Unseasonably warm for the Spring Equinox, it meant that more guests than ever had flocked to the riverside residence of the High Lord and Lady to celebrate the first starfall for the little prince. An occasion for the millenium.

With all of the hectic preparations finally behind her, Elain found a moment alone in her room to just breathe, and prepare herself for the evening of celebration. During which she would inevitably find herself the subject of stares and curiosity, as the more gossip-inclined citizens of Velaris would whisper in hushed tones, wondering where her mate was, the Autumn prince with the curious eye.

Elain wasn’t even sure herself if Lucien would be in attendance that night, although over the months there had been a certain friendship developed between the pair. A mutual understanding if nothing else, as time had granted her a greater perspective of the wily prince, and how his heart too seemed to be tugged in two simultaneous and opposite directions.

The pearl earrings he had gifted her sat in an opened box on the top of the dresser next to the mirror in front of which she stood, having slipped into her gown for the evening.

The top of the dress would soon wrap around her slight neck and tie in a pretty bow in the back. As if she were a present, waiting to be unwrapped. For now, either end was draped over her shoulders, brushing against her bare back as she moved about the room, sweeping her hair up in a chignon with pearl pins, and then reaching for the box of earrings, only just unwrapped, dark green ribbon lying discarded next to it.

Elain typically did not spare her beauty a second thought. But looking at her reflection in the mirror, pink lips softly open and large, kohl-lined, chocolate doe eyes staring back at her, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Blushed at the self-indulgent thought, that she did look rather beautiful that night.

She reached for the earrings, carefully removing the backing and sliding the first post through her right ear.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a shadow shift in front of her bed. If the sun had been shining outside of her window, it might have simply meant a breeze had lifted a branch to block a portion of it’s rays.

However, the sun had long since set, and the light of the moon would not play such tricks on her eyes.

The corner of Elain’s mouth lifted as she slid the backing onto the first pearl, her eyes not leaving her own in the mirror as she addressed the moving shadow.

“Are you finally ready to show yourself?”

Only when she reached for the second earring did a figure emerge behind her, sitting on the edge of her bed so comfortably as if it was his own.

Dark eyes watched every movement of her slim hand as the second post went through the hole in her ear, lithe fingers dancing elegantly as she fixed Lucien’s gift to sit just so. The shimmering pearls from Summer perfectly complimenting those adoring the silver pins hidden throughout her golden brown curls.

Azriel sat with his legs open, elbows resting on the edge of them as he sat forward. Scarred hands flexing ever so subtly as he silently watched her dress, as if he were physically resisting the urge to go to her, to press those hands against her hips and pull her back into his chest.

Elain noted the intensity at which he watched her put Lucien’s earrings on, a slight twitch in his jaw revealing more than he wished about how he felt about the small pieces of jewelry.

“They were a gift, and he is a friend. It would be rude not to wear them,” she offered in explanation, as she knew he would never voice his jealousy to her.

Azriel’s eyes only darkened further as he stood.

With each step he took, a shiver of anticipation rose up the back of Elain’s spine as she watched him approach from the mirror.

Shadows began to curl around her own feet as their master grew closer, coming to stand behind her. As his dark eyes roved her reflection in the mirror appreciatively, heat began to pool in between Elain’s covered thighs, filling the room with a delicate sweetness of musk and honey.

When his eyes met hers, she could not help as her lips parted slightly at the intensity that burned in his expression, a cool, blue flame that threatened to devour them both. Their mutual need a living, drowning thing that threatened to pull them both under at any moment.

Which certainly wouldn’t do, as they were both due, separately, downstairs at any moment to join their family as the first stars would soar across the night sky.

“You are breathtaking.”

Azriel’s voice was midnight. It was a slow, deep, unhurried thing like the only sound uttered when the world slept. A beacon in a peaceful quiet that pulled every ounce of her attention to it like a lighthouse in the dark.

She often wondered how he went unheard, unnoticed to the others, when a single twitch of his brow or reverberating hum under his breath caused her whole body to freeze, to hungrily watch and catalogue each small movement.

“Thank you,” she responded with a shy smile. At that smile, his own features softened.

He leaned forward to press a soft kiss to the back of her head, careful not to disturb the carefully arranged curls.

Even though his lips did not even grace her skin, Elain could not help but melt into his touch, her bare back brushing against the crisp black shirt he wore. Dark hair swept across his brow as he looked down at the dusty pink ties still floated over her shoulders, before his gaze once more caught on the pearl earrings.

She immediately recognized the smug look of mischief grace his features, a look that she had seen echoed on the faces of his brothers as well, over the years.

“Smug, illyrian bastards,” she had heard her sisters complain under their lips, at the expression.

Elain waited with bated breath to see where her lover’s thoughts might be taking him.

At first, it was only his hands that reached for her, lifting from their restrained place against his sides to ghost across the skin of her arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they trailed up and up and up, coming to rest on her shoulders.

Another pool of heat between her thighs, which she rubbed surreptitiously together in an attempt to quell the desire beginning to cause a deep ache in her lower belly.

Azriel did not miss the subtle movement, but did not address it.

Instead of moving his hands, Elain watched as he ducked his head closer to hers, so close that she could feel his warm breath on the skin of her neck.

His voice was a low whisper as he spoke.

“I only wish it was my jewelry you were wearing tonight…”

Warm lips and tongue gently pulled the lobe of her ear between his teeth as he playfully tugged and sucked, careful not to dislodge the earring before pressing a long kiss to the sensitive skin behind it.

Elain’s breath hitched and she let out a sweet moan at the sensation. She would never tire of his lips, she had decided. Could never possibly grow tired of the careful attention he lathed on her, no inch of her skin unkissed, unnoticed by him. As if every single freckle on her shoulders and each curve and every hair on her head were something to be worshipped like a miracle.

As his lips dipped lower down the side of her neck, Elain cried out softly, desperately pressing her legs together and back into his body, seeking any sort of friction she could find from him.

“Not tonight love, I’m sorry, we’re already late,” he apologized regretfully in between kisses, steadying her with his hands on her shoulders.

“Please, Azriel…”

Elain was not above begging, when it came to him.

At the sound of it, Azriel let out a low moan that Elain felt all the way in her chest.

“How high does this dress go, Elain?”

Elain’s blown, lust-addled eyes met the shadowsinger’s in the mirror, even as he did not cease the attention on the delicate skin of her neck.

With a shaking hand, Elain reached out to show where the ties would cover.

Azriel loosed a hum of approval, but paused, as if he were waiting for something, some permission from her.

He did not need to speak his question aloud for Elain to understand what he was asking. That he was asking for permission to leave his own mark, hidden though it would be, that she was his and he was hers.

“Mark me,” she whispered her assent, brown eyes burning as she watched the spymaster shudder behind her, lowering his head once more to press a long kiss to her creamy neck, before sinking his teeth into her.

“Oh…” was all she could muster, as his teeth and lips left their mark on her. A satisfaction filled that ache in her belly, a feeling not dissimilar from when he was inside of her, which was not nearly as often as Elain wanted. She reached out to hold his head in place, hands knotting in his dark waves.

When he pulled away, Elain’s hiss of breath sent his shadows skittering and then back again to bask in the pleasure of their master’s lady, her smile a radiant thing even on a night such as Starfall.

“I love you,” Azriel murmured, moving his hands to lift the undone ties to begin to knot them in a neat bow, regretfully covering the mark he had just left on her skin. But there it burned anyway, a physical evidence of their love and longing and desire, a culmination of so many years of restricted touches and shy looks.

“And you are mine,” Elain swore, reaching a hand behind her to squeeze his.

“One day, for all to know.”

Azriel nodded, something in his eyes churning at the vow she swore to him. Her voice as sure as the return of the falling stars each year on the Equinox.

“One day soon.”

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