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bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love · 1 year

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ALPHA SHIGARAKI 18+ XXX SMUT

Shigaraki is a Top Alpha, the lead of all Alphas. Normally the head alpha requires several mates to satisfy them due to an extremely high sex drive. This way the other omegas can rest and recover while their Alpha still gets the pussy he craves. But Shigaraki only has a hard on for you and damn is his hunger for you high.

On one side your happy cause you are not the sharing type, but you have to take the full brunt of his sexual needs which is ravenous, and during his rut he's beyond feral. We are taking full on beast mode plus ultra. Man fucks so hard and for so long you go hoarse from moaning and screaming cause there's no being quiet when you have this man's cock stuffed inside you.

Your nest consists of several mattresses laying on the floor. Covered with super soft comforters and weighted blankets. Pillows are plentiful, big and fluffy. You have your heating pad, and pieces of your alphas clothing with you so you can always have his scent surrounding you. The room is kept nice and cool so snuggling up to your mate is a must.

He scents you every morning so others will smell him on you. This ritual usually consists of him nuzzling your neck, humping you or simply rubbing on you like a cat. Hands running all over your body, groping and squeezing every inch of you.

He makes noise. When you are kissing on him or sucking his neck he makes purring sounds. When you suck his big, beautiful cock he growls in contentment. It starts as a low rubble in his throat and slowly builds with his excitement.

Now when he's fucking that long thick cock into you those purrs morph into feral, animalistic growls. Fuck it's so primal you feel like a helpless prey who got caught, trapped beneath a fearsome predator. And damn is it a turn on. The way he looms over you, how his muscle ripple and flex with his movements. The power he gives off, you get wet thinking about it.

Shigaraki's knot, dear lord, as if his dick wasn't already fat, when your impaled on him and his knot inflates, your already streched pussy clenches down on his swollen knot, locking you two together. Breathing comes in short gasps as you feel yourself strech even wider to accommodate it. Warmth spreads through you as his cum sprays over your soft, gummy walls, filling you up. The two of you stay connected for up to an hour and when he slowly pulls out a trail of white milky cum pours out of your abused cunt like a waterfall.

He's obsessed with how your cunt swallows up his cock as if it's starving. Those little whines and whimpers that leave your pretty mouth while he's pounding into your sex. Seeing you wither in pleasure. The feeling of your pussy clenching around him desperately clinging to his cock trying to suck it in as deep as possible despite its huge size. It's determined to take all of him and no way would he deny you.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #alpha Shigaraki #shigaraki

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diagonal-queen · 9 months

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The Moon and the Sea

♡ pairing: Paul Verlaine x Arthur Rimbaud

♡ synopsis: After a hard day, Verlaine finds solace in the arms of his partner.

♡ wc: 1.5k

♡ cw: Stormbringer spoilers(?), Rimlaine are extremely sad and gay

note: "i want to write a oneshot about some really beautiful but tragic gay men but i cant think of anything" i said to @small-chaos. they replied "Everybody talks about the moon and the sun but nobody admires the beauty in the relationship between the moon and the sea" and then this brainchild was born. thanks bestie <3 i would also like to shoutout @gettinshiggywithit for helping me complete this when i ran out of brain power, thank you lovely 😚😚 apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

The early winds of autumn were warm and gentle, relieving busy Parisians of the sticky summer humidity as the changing season set itself in motion. The sounds of evening began to die down, leaving only the rustling of brown and orange leaves in its wake. Yet, one man hadn't been privy to this particular noise, as all his windows had been closed as soon as he'd first entered the apartment the week prior. All he could hear was the crackling of fire and his own chattering teeth.

Rimbaud found himself growing colder by the minute. That night, he sat shivering on a sofa right before the fireplace, with a thick fluffy blanket wrapped around him. Despite the fact that he was also clad in several layers, a thick grey coat, a large scarf, mittens and earmuffs, he still felt like he might succumb to hypothermia any second.

He wanted nothing more than to leap into the fire itself, but he sat as still as he could and waited. Verlaine was supposed to be back soon, and when he knew that he was alright he would be able to go to their shared room and sleep (somewhat) soundly. That was what he'd planned, at least.

After hearing the sound of the door unlocking, Rimbaud bowed his head as Verlaine entered the apartment and closed the door behind him. He momentarily glanced at his partner, before doing a double take in shock.

Verlaine looked...dishevelled. He wasn't so dishevelled that a stranger may take notice and ask him about it, but for Verlaine, even a loose strand of hair was unusual. Rimbaud immediately knew something terrible must've happened.

"Paul, you...!" Rimbaud sat up, eyeing Verlaine who didn't seem to want to return his gaze. He silently walked, or rather stumbled, over towards the couch where his partner was sitting.

Rimbaud had never seen Verlaine act in such a way. Sure, he could come off as aloof from time to time, but today he didn't seem bothered to hide the fatigue he was feeling. Even his complexion seemed paler.

Verlaine then kneeled on the sofa, before his whole upper body flopped on top of Rimbaud, who let out a soft grunt at the impact. He tried to adjust his posture, but now that Verlaine was slumped on top of him he found it difficult to move.

"Are you alright?!"

"I'm..." Verlaine pushed his hat off his head, letting it fall to the ground by Rimbaud's shoes. "...I'm tired."

His umber eyes seemed unfocused, staring somewhere Rimbaud couldn't see.

"What happened to you, Paul?" The raven-haired couldn't help but feel concern bubbling inside him, and the question came off with more urgency than he'd intended it to. Not that it mattered- Verlaine never seemed to care about things like that.

Verlaine didn't answer for a moment, just letting out a breath that he seemed to have been holding in for a while. His face contorted into a slight grimace.

"...Paul?"

"...I don't want to talk about it now."

In spite of his worry, Rimbaud didn't press him further.

The room was bathed in a golden hue from the fire before the couch they were draped upon. It subconsciously gave a feeling of comfort to Rimbaud, who suddenly noticed how tranquil the atmosphere was despite the fact that he was trapped beneath Verlaine's roughed-up form. He realised that he wasn't shivering so violently now. He was still cold, of course, but Verlaine acted as a soothing source of warmth.

Rimbaud's gloomy eyes gazed down at Verlaine, whose eyes had closed by now. There was no blood on his person, of course, but his slightly dishevelled blonde hair and wrinkled clothing weren't any less cause for concern. For something or someone to have even a slight effect on a creature as powerful as Verlaine...

Rimbaud steadily moved his gloved hand and, after a moment of contemplation, placed it atop the back of Verlaine's head as gently as he could muster. Verlaine didn't react. Rimbaud let out a deep exhale, and cautiously ran a hand through his soft golden locks.

The small room the two were temporarily staying in, an apartment in an old Haussmann-style building located on the outskirts of Paris, was silent. They had become accustomed to moving around as frequently as their job required, and had never bothered to modify any of their living spaces to feel more homely. Rimbaud only cared about where Verlaine was, and Verlaine didn't see much merit in interior design. Yet, something about this place felt inherently intimate, or so Rimbaud thought.

"...Rimbaud?" Verlaine suddenly mumbled. Rimbaud cast him a glance, his face half obscured by blueish shadows while the other half glowed in the yellow light.

"Hm?"

"...I heard something in passing a few days ago," he began, almost as if he were unsure of his own words. "It was about love."

"Love?" Rimbaud creased his eyebrows, perplexed. If one were to ask him anything that Verlaine may bring up in conversation, love wouldn't have been in his first thousand guesses.

"Yes, love...I heard someone compare the concept of soulmates to the sun and the moon," Verlaine continued with a faint voice. "I don't quite understand it."

"Well..." Rimbaud's tone was slightly shaky. "You know the phrase 'opposites attract', don't you?"

Verlaine let out a small noise but Rimbaud couldn't tell whether it was affirmative or negative. Regardless, he continued.

"It means that two people who are different from each other are likely to have a better relationship. The 'sun' person would usually be more outgoing and cheery, while the 'moon' person is more introspective and quiet..." He bit his thin lip and then added, "Not unlike you, Paul."

Verlaine shifted slightly, his hand perching itself on top of Rimbaud's chest.

"Not unlike me...?"

"That's not to say that introspection and quietness are bad things," Rimbaud quickly spoke. "I just mean that...they're traits that suit you well. The 'moon' caricature as a whole suits you well, in fact."

"The moon..." Verlaine muttered to himself. "So far away from the rest of mankind...perhaps I am like the moon."

Rimbaud wanted to comfort Verlaine, to reassure him that he wasn't far away from anybody, especially not him, but the words wouldn't form on his tongue. He felt as if he should have been better at this by now; after all, it was far from the first time they'd had this type of conversation.

"If I am the moon then you're the sea." Verlaine suddenly announced, snapping Rimbaud out of his train of thought.

"The sea?" Rimbaud repeated, quietly. "...I don't understand."

"The sea is complex, full of mystery. You can never predict the force of the ocean's waves as they crash on the sand," Verlaine breathed, as if he were reading a poem. "You are deep and dark, Rimbaud. You're full of undiscovered secrets...and..."

He lifted his head up, lidded brown eyes staring straight into Rimbaud's. "We might be opposites, but I don't think you're a sun."

Rimbaud's breath hitched in surprise. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Verlaine's, whose tired gaze still burned right through him.

"Every day I survey you from afar and it feels almost like you glow when I look at you. How strange is that?"

The black-haired man couldn't tell whether or not Verlaine's question was rhetorical or not. Even if it wasn't, he probably wouldn't have been able to come up with a coherent answer. He was frozen in surprise, unable to break the tense silence between them.

Verlaine's hand moved from Rimbaud's chest to his cheek, gently cupping it while his thumb began to rub circles over his soft, pale skin. The blonde man seemed to be in some kind of fatigued haze.

"The saddest thing is how unattainable you are. But I know that if I were ever to fall..." Verlaine leaned forward, his breath tickling Rimbaud's face. "You would be there to catch me, wouldn't you?"

Then, without giving him the chance to answer, Verlaine brought his lips to Rimbaud's. His grip on Rimbaud's cheek tightened ever so slightly as he deepened the kiss, almost smiling when Rimbaud placed his hands on his back and squeezed.

"Paul-" Rimbaud tried to start when he pulled away, wanting to ask if they should be doing this or if it was really alright, but Verlaine just placed a finger to his lips.

"Shh..." the corner of Verlaine's lip turned up. Rimbaud's cheeks flushed red, and he quickly dove back into the kiss.

Aside from pulling apart for air every few seconds, the pair remained in their gentle embrace until Verlaine eventually pulled away, leaving Rimbaud breathless, and laid his head down on his chest.

"I'm tired, Arthur..." he said, before closing his eyes. Verlaine must've been exhausted- he never called Rimbaud by his first name. It made his heart skip a beat; something he hoped that Verlaine didn't notice.

With the state he was in, Verlaine probably wouldn't remember this in the morning. Rimbaud decided that unless he bought it up first, he wouldn't say a thing about it, no matter how much he wanted to.

And thus, the pair never spoke of that night again.

taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fyodorhatr, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl

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dangopango00 · 1 month

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OM Appearance Hcs So I Can Draw Them Sometime

A/N: I was playing n then i realized they dont have much variation bc that levi line thats like “Asmo and I are brothers so why does he get all the good genes!?” So making hcs bc i kinda wanna draw them, at least headshots or sth

First Most to Least Objectively Attractive

1. Lucifer/Asmo: Tbh i couldn’t pick because imo Lucifer is most handsome but Asmo is most overall good looking; hes probably a pretty boy

2. Mammon: It was hard figuring out how to rank him but since he’s a model I think he must take pretty good care of himself + Not quite a pretty boy and i think he’s a model for a different reason than Asmo (I think he’s more uniquely attractive rather than extremely objectively attractive)

3. Satan: Idk it just feels right for Mr Perfect like hes not the hottest guy ever but he takes care of himself pretty well if asmo hasnt already done it for him + since hes a unicorn i have a hugeeee hc that hes a pretty boy who doesn’t want to be perceived as pretty n had long hair when he spawned

4. Beel: No proof other than him nearly winning that popularity contest in NB despite doing nothing + he works out. Though tbh I don’t think his face is anything crazy, like he’s cute, well taken care of and nothing to scoff at (since diet and exercise r a big chunk of skin/body health) but I don’t think he’s insanely head-turning like Asmo

5. Belphie: He’s more like a cutie. Like he can be hot but usually he has his kewt face on + he has poor sleeping habits

6. Levi: Im so sorry bbg but 😭😭 He doesnt take care of his skin or sleep on time. Hes still hot but comparatively hes dead last

Distinguishing Features Hcs UTC

Lucifer:

- Smooth thin hair

- Ya’ll hear me out… a couple grey strands JUST A FEWWWWWW it alr looks like his hair lighting thing cmon

- Thin eyebrows with a bit of an arch

- SHARP GUY sharp jawline, sharp eyes

- Eyes are like small and straight not really turned up or down

- Eyebags (He doesn’t get dark circles but he does get bags)

- Very long angular features like long hooked nose long angular face shape (I like him having a hooked nose bc i feel like he looks a bittt unique and he takes pride in those unique features. Doesn’t gaf)

- Like a poodle. Very well taken care of; prim and proper in the public eye

Mammon:

- Thick fluffy hair; keeps it soft for MC

- Eyebrows aren’t too thick but def not thin; gets them done from time to time with Asmo and/or MC; straight with no arch

- Eyes aren’t that big or small just like medium size and a bit downturned (pretty slightly)

- Also has a hooked nose ☹️☹️☹️ seeing lucifer so proud about it made him proud about it too ieueeuueueuew I HATE THESE MFS I CANTTT

- Angular face but has a softer charm to it idk. Like his chin is pretty similar but his cheeks protrude a bit more; cuter

- Really good skin naturally + he takes care of it; softer than you would think

- Really similar to Lucifer imo (ik they’re basically adopted siblings but I feel like some brothers look really alike and mammon and luci are examples of that 😭😭 feel like lucifer sees himself in mammon sometimes)

- Unrelated but like. I feel like he used to have freckles as a real young angel 😭

Levi:

- Thick tangly hair (he should brush it more tbh) (correction* YOU should brush it more) its soft though

- Thick rounded eyebrows; not super crazy but thick with a small arch— gets them waxed/plucked/wtv when he’s gonna cosplay with them showing bye

- Eyes are small and slightly upturned; cat (specifically thinking of that one card where he didn’t wanna go to school gn)

- Eyebags on good days and dark circles usually; sometimes both

- Long straight features, he wasn’t a giraffe that one time for nothing..! Long straight nose, Long face with barely any curves/angles very pretty boy

- Thin features too like thin long fingers and a slim face

- Good skin naturally + he bathes often but doesn’t really do skincare or anything so he has some blemishes

- Gremlin

Satan:

- Ik how crusty it looks in game but LISTEN HIS HAIR IS SOFT, smooth and a bit thick; slightly wavy idgafff

- His color scheme is really soft to me like maybe a slight edge with his bright green eyes but imo his hair should be lighter likeeeee 🦄🦄 idk i just love the idea that despite being the only one who was never an angel, Satan looks the most angelic he’s so fun to mould

- Pretty thin eyebrows but not super thin; arched

- Eyes are small and pretty much straight with a slight upturn

- Doesn’t have eyebags or anything; prioritizes his health

- Soft slender features with sudden edges, similar to his personality like he has an angular jaw but his overall face is pretty slender and soft in certain areas; has a greek nose

- Similar to Lucifer as well but softer (debatably softer than mammon too)

- Kept breaking out in acne or hives or sth when he first spawned 😭😭😭 stopped after like a week or sth but his brothers still make fun of him (he has sensitive skin)

Asmo:

- SOFT SMOOTH HAIR Not super thin or thick smack dab in the middle

- Strawberry blonde and 😭😭😭 thats so special to meee because it reminds me of how he and satan are more alike than satan would think; Want to be loved and often misunderstood— also has a soft color scheme like satan but his is done in a sharper way

- Really well groomed thin rounded eyebrows with a slight arch

- Slightly larger than medium eyes like almond ish

- The BEST skin, he takes care of himself so well and it pays off! He is GLOWINGGG

- Another pretty boy with a slender face but strangely enough he has a handsome charm about it; really nice jawline and straight nose

- Imo he’s like aphrodite but like for any and everyone like he’s both handsome and pretty

- Has moles but not where he wants them 😭😭😭 wants the sexy lip mole and draws it on sometimes

Beel:

- Thick fluffy hair with a slight curl to it. Like extremely slight

- Thick eyebrows with no arch or a very slight one

- Eyes are medium sized with a slight upturn

- Eyes are a bit brighter than belphie’s

- Okay skin; doesn’t do skincare but diet + exercise makes up for it and doesn’t really have blemishes or eyebags or wtv

- Has freckles HE DESERVES IT 💔💔

- Not quite angular but like wide; manly face and straight nose

- To be honest I don’t have much to say bc imo when it comes to his face he’s kinda just some basic attractive guy 😭

Belphie:

- Soft thick hair that WOULD BE tangly like levi but he gets others to brush for him gn

- Thick eyebrows with no/slight arch

- Eyes are medium n slightly downturned but his resting face they look ig siren ish n when he widens them they almost look doe

- Eyebags from sleeping too damn much but at least it makes his skin look youthful af

- Not very angular face with slightly chubby cheeks and straight nose

- There’s no reason for his color scheme to be softer but like BUT LIKE LOOOOOK 😭😭😭 he would be so cute it’d add to his dreamy temptation aesthetic

LIKE (https://www.tumblr.com/dangopango00/749877229405732864/belpheeeeeee)

- HES LIKE MESSY IN THE CUTEST WAY like hes not prim n proper but hes messy in that way you can’t help but wanna clean him up and pat him on the head

- Very similar to Beel like these mfs been linked since birth 😮‍💨

#obey me belphegor #obey me #obey me headcanons #om nightbringer #obey me nightbringer #lucifer obey me #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #satan obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #belphie #beel #asmo #levi obey me #tantan #maam #luci

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pillow-priestess · 4 months

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Better off Bun'd

A story commission by @dronewriter4, originally posted on her twitter! 2213 is excellent please go comm it right now

Content warnings for plush tf, nullification, and toy thoughts

// Plushie TF, Toy Thoughts

Veevee groaned as she lifted her boot out of the white stuff on the ground, the thick fluff sticking a bit to her soles as she trudged down the hall back to her apartment, fumbling her keys into the lock best as she could. She threw her keys and wallet onto her kitchen table and plopped down onto her reclining chair, sighed even louder, and ignored the aching in her right boot as the fluff found the slightest scratch to slip through and get to business. For her part, she was thinking about dinner, taking deep consideration of the Chinese place down the street... She tried to stand and pace around it, but she found that her right foot squished down like a solid foot shouldn't, sending her tumbling back onto the couch in the process, leaving her speechless.

She tried putting weight on the troublesome leg again and found the same result, the boot feeling awfully tight on her all of a sudden. Veevee tried to use her other boot to scrap the right one off, another task that wasn't supposed to be this hard, grumbling as she kept trying.

When the boot finally popped off, she saw a chunky paw instead, stunning Veevee even moreso. And now, freed from its prison, it started to expand out into full plushy glory, thicker and softer until it was easily double the size. She tried to scrape whatever it was off her foot without realizing that the paw's seams weren't quite closed yet, leaking out a few puffs onto her left boot as she was too focused on her new right foot. A few moments more and the other boot was straining to contain its own mass, beginning to stretch all the way down to the seams, finally bursting into an identical fluffy paw that she reluctantly flexed. Laughing a bit at the absurdity, she idly squeezed her left foot with her right hand, accidentally tracing over an open seam and drawing out the fluff and fuzz onto her hand in turn.

Her focus shifted again when her hand started to puff up with a vast amount of fluff, fingers becoming unwieldy and thick, finally losing distinction and becoming one fluffy paw, the pressure spreading up her arm and turning her skin into fabric to hold all the bulging fluff.

She was really feeling the loss of solidness now, aches fading into sheer massed softness, bones forgotten as she let her arm flop a bit. And so she was too distracted to watch it progress up her hips, and fluffing them up wide and thick, finally noticing when she felt a strange cushiony feeling at her butt, having a bit of trouble balancing from the weight of her unfluffed body. Finally the fabric reached up her tummy, and the fluff from her hips joined her new big soft tummy to make her extremely pear shaped all around, with a cute white colored patch of fabric on her belly, with the rest being colored a warm brown, the same coloration that was catching up to the rest of her body. She gently lifted some of her mass with a paw, feeling the weight and softness on both ends and finding that she really liked it…

While she reached further to try and heft up more plush tummy, her hand brushed against her crotch and drew out a loud sigh. Straightening herself up, she saw that her crotch was filled in with an impressive nulled over bulge of fabric, with the shape of a lock printed on.

Veevee felt around the front of the bulge, gasping a tiny bit as she realized it was almost certainly even more sensitive than what she was already working with, her new mass making propping herself up just a little bit harder. By then the fluffy filling had built up all the way up to her chest, her curves melding into the rest of the pear shaped goodness. She quickly raised her head up and back, suddenly very aware of what was about to happen. Sure enough, the swelling sensation pressed up her neck, making her breathing tight for a few moments, then more so as it finally occurred to her that not only was air not moving through her throat anymore, her lungs didn’t seem to care either as the momentary feeling of distress faded.

She gasped as the fluff at her neck suddenly bloomphed outwards into a large mass framing her head, the mass of her new dewlap only deepening the feeling of plush inevitability, her head proportionally a lot smaller and much less soft, though she doubted that would be the case for much longer.

She felt a bit of discomfort in her mouth as her jaw turned into more fluff, cheeks puffing out nice and round as her face started to fill out. She felt her nose start itching, finally dragging out a sneeze as it poofed out violently into a plush nose, something equally round and very cute. She felt the fluff start build up in her head, eyes crossing briefly as her brain was quickly fluffed up, culminating with her whole head poofing up and out into nothing but fluff and fabric, the peculiar feeling of heaviness without bones fully overtaking her humanity completely. Well, not COMPLETELY.

As her mind caught up to her entirely soft existence, she felt a loud pop on the left side of her head, then the right, gently stroking her new floppy ears and feeling their weight and floppiness as she moved her head back and forth. With all of the seams closing themselves up, she couldn't help but notice the lock symbol on her sensitive bulge glow brightly, a deep and dire desire to be used, filling her whole body, drowning out her priorities. With it came the understanding that a toy couldn't cum without someone to pleasure, and she had no other choice than to reach out and submit to the mortifying ordeal of being a toy.

With the power of speech to text, she sent out text after text of desperate horny requests to her friends, then finally trying to indulge anyways as she waited, only building up the feelings further~

Inspired by this commission from @GuwuGuwu !

#living plushie #my commission!!!#veevee #runa #plushification #plush tf #nullification #plush toy

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alexanderlightweight · 10 months

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cat boy Alec, with big fluffy ears and tail

-an excuse for magnus to call alec kitten? my favorite nickname magnus has for alec besides treasure and lovely... uh no thank you of course i'm not excited LET ME WRITES IT ALREADY BRAIN

i hope you enjoy this!

<3 lumine

maybe i'm a villain

is the title

Alec eyes the six shadowhunters that flank him and shakes his head, internally biting back his exhaustion.

“You’ll stay out here, until I’ve talked to Bane.” Alec orders and the hunters respond with concise, clear nods. Normally Alec wouldn’t detach from an official team — one sent from Idris no less — but as as head and Commander of New York, its Alec’s duty to pave the way for the clave.

Which mean this, meeting with the king of the East Coast for the very first time… and without even a hint of an invitation.

The clave has put Alec in perhaps, one of the most precarious positions he’s ever been in. It’s frustrating and insulting but the law is the law and so Alec will do the duty they’ve asked of him.

And then he’s going to go home to his Institute and write a detailed missive explaining every way the clave fucked up and ensure that every single Institute and clave elder sees it.

The clave is practically asking Alec to take the fall — ordering him to with fancy words and pretty calligraphy — and well, Alec always knew this was a possibility. He didn’t expect it — had been hoping it wouldn’t come to this — but Alec is still unmarried at twenty and has been finding ways to deny and ignore every single eligible candidate sent by his parents and the clave both.

So now, the clave has started to ask him for things that could — even by nephilim standards — be considered extreme.

They’re hoping to force him into a position where marrying is the better option but well… Alec would rather die on some convoluted mission for the clave than marry a woman.

As the clave is about to find out.

Alec will protect the hunters assigned to him to the best of his abilities, but they are not his hunters. They have sworn no oaths to him or he to them.

Alec will leave them if needed.

Their carnage and loss will be on the heads of the clave, not Alec and well, Alec’s has his own priorities.

Alec doesn’t disarm, but he takes only his sword and a dagger physically present. His quiver and bow will remain away until needed and Alec desperately hopes they won’t be needed during his meeting with Bane. If they are, it will already be too late for Alec.

—

Nephilim grace is the first thing Magnus tastes.

It’s a cool, almost glacier, presence. It moves nearly languidly through his subjects until it lingers on the steps to Magnus dais.

It’s with tempered curiosity that Magnus takes his first look at the nephilim intruder.

Soft.

It’s the first thing that Magnus catalogues.

Large, delectably looking cat ears with fur the color of an abyssal moth.

They’re elegant and pointed with little tufts that Magnus wants to curl around his fingertips and the crowd parts with a motion of his fingers. The hunter pauses at the foot of the steps and then slowly begins to ascend when Magnus crooks his fingers in demand.

He’s careful about it, hesitant without fear but a clear edge of wariness.

A predator entering another predators den… respectfully.

Magnus wants to feel if that fur and hair is as soft and lush as they look and then the hunter gets within a few steps and Magnus sees a thick, plush tail that is currently wrapped around a muscled thigh.

How sweet.

Magnus’ darling little hunter kept his tail to himself, not wanting others to touch him but also not making himself too large of a threat when entering Magnus’ territory. That he is clearly trying his best to not stand out or take up more attention than necessary.

It’s a pity then, that nothing he ever did would be enough to keep him from Magnus’ gaze.

— “I don’t often get strays in my domain.” Bane murmurs as he gets close and Alec feels the weight of Bane’s power — of his sovereignty — press down around him. Glamours have no place in Bane’s court. The fae and warlocks are all showing their marks and traits and Bane is no different.

His golden eyes are large and slitted, black and gold scales dapple his temples and his neck and his wrists and knuckles.

There are curled horned antlers coming from his head, golden veined and obsidian black and tapered to deadly points.

Alec swallows and stays where he is.

His ears twitch, flattening against his skull before he can help it.

No one thought to warn him how much Bane would be.

How gorgeous he is.

How powerful he is.

How glorious Alec would find him.

“Name and rank, little nephilim.” Bane tells him and for all that Alec knows he’s not small, he feels it in that moment, with the weight of Bane’s focus more encompassing than the entirety of the claves authority has ever been.

“Alec Lightwood, Head and Commander of the New York Institute.” Alec gets outside, throat tight in a way he doesn’t understand.

“You don’t have an appointment, Alexander.”

Alec hesitates, because he doesn’t hate the way that his name sounds when Bane says it and he also doesn’t want to argue with a Dominion king, especially not with one on their own territory.

“The clave asks for your pardon and that I be the representation between you and they. A team of six clave hunters, lead by myself, is requesting access to monitor and close a rift just past your wards.

“Do they think I’m incapable of taking care of my own territory?” Bane asks, voice even with a hidden danger that makes Alec’s mouth dry.

“No.” Alec says, because it’s definitely not that and also he’s pretty sure Bane won’t appreciate being told that this is probably Alec’s fault. That this encroachment on Bane’s territory is nothing more than the clave putting Alec in an unfortunate and almost impossible place.

Almost impossible, because they expect him to survive and immediately happily accept an engagement to ensure this never happens again.

There is a moment of pure silence and Alec wonders if he’d supposed to try and explain. Perhaps make something up or lie and he doesn’t notice how his ears fluff in annoyance before flattening against his skull when someone gets too close… it’s just. Alec doesn’t think it would be smart to lie to Bane.

“Come here, Alexander.”

—

After a moment of hesitation, Magnus’ hunter obeys.

As he gets even closer to Magnus and still further away from Magnus’ court, he relaxes.

It’s not much, but it’s enough that his tail slowly uncurls from him and Magnus catches the way the fluffy tip twitches, as if betraying Alexander’s anxiety.

And he is anxious.

Oh he’s hiding it well, but Magnus would only expect an idiot to feel confident and Alexander is quite clearly, not an idiot. Though he is something and considering the fact that Magnus has lived long enough to recognize when the clave is trying to subtle punish their active hunters. The clave likes to use downworlders to do their dirty work, but Magnus has never enjoyed being the clave’s tool.

“I think we can negotiate something between the two of us, personally.” Magnus promises and it earns him a nearly silent sigh of relief.

It’s a pity that relief won’t last for long.

“However even negotiations have a price—” Magnus smirks at Alexander’s suddenly narrowed eyes, “I may be known for my indulgences. Even the clave is quite aware of them.” Alexander grimaces but doesn’t deny it, “but I am not a gracious man. Therefore, if I’m going to let a pack of the clave’s miserable little beasts rampage through my territory, then I want something in return. I don’t do charity cases, Alexander.”

“Your price?” Alexander asks quietly, hesitantly.

“The clave has nothing I want.”

“Then?” His hunter asks, knowing that Magnus wants something or he wouldn’t have started this path.

“You.” Magnus says simply. “The night is still young but already it feels long and I rather enjoy the thought of being able to enjoy the softness of a pretty kitten on my lap.” Alexander’s eyes widen and his mouth parts but Magnus tuts, shushing him. “It would be the start, to opening negotiations. After all, I wasn’t even sent a courtesy message to let me know you were coming.”

Alexander glares at the floor at that, his ears twitching with clear displeasure at the blatant insult dealt to Magnus and Magnus knows this blame can also be places at the feet of the clave.

Magnus thinks he’ll need to make himself more clear.

To point out that at this rate, Alexander in his lap is the least of what will get Alexander’s team out of here alive, then, like an actual stray kitten, Alexander warily approaches him.

—

Alec isn’t sure how he’s supposed to sit in Bane’s lap, but he does his best anyways.

Hands dusted with scales reach out to grip his hips, guiding him close and up until he’s got a knee on either one of Magnus’ thighs. With his runes and training there isn’t even a burn in his muscles, but oh, it burns to feel Magnus solid and hot beneath him.

“Good kitten.” Bane practically croons and then — without warning — fingers are rubbing Alec’s ears and he keens.

Alec can’t help it.

He can’t help the noises he makes or how he all but melts into Bane, dropping against him with shuddering sides as Alec’s nerves are teased and petted and cosseted with the live wire of feeling that his ears currently are.

It’s a moment of time where thoughts don’t work and he’s still trying to catch his breath when Bane rumbles.

Alec aches to respond in turn and he can’t help the tiny, bitten back chirp that crosses his lips or the softest of purrs that Bane compels.

“Shall we start negotiations then, kitten?"

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #maybe i'm a villain #shadowhunters #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood

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Could someone besides barnacles answer this cuz I want to hear the others opions on this :)

How soft is barnacles fur?

Is he just a ball of fur or does he cut it every now and then.

And when its sheading season, Does barnacles feel guilty that hes making a mess?

Sorz, Im just rlly curious.

Do you know what I personally find funny and quite bizarre? Whenever there is a question about Barnacles, it is always extremely specific!! And although I find it laughable, it sort of freaks out the Captain.

I will answer your questions, anonymous. Because no one else will!

Barnacle's fur is super soft! Not only that, but it is thick, so you can push your paw deep into it without touching his skin. It's incredibly fluffy and we all agree that he has some of the best fur in the entire ship. BTW, touching each other's fur is kind of a normal thing here.... my fur isn't the softest though...

He is a ball of fur during the winter, but as the spring and summer go by, he slowly loses it. However it can't all be natural shedding, because he's in a more hot environment than a polar bear should be and has to do some of the shedding himself. So yes, he cuts his fur!

Now, shedding season happens simultaneously to all of us. It happens immediately after mating season on the first week of June, but sometimes we start later than others. So, it's mostly normal for us, but that doesn't mean it isn't embarrassing. It's not fun when there is multicolored fur and feathers in every other step you take. Although Barnacles is the most embarrassed out of all of us, and he sheds the most as well. He is always apologizing for it, but it is out of his control! It is out of all of our control! And it is so hard to keep clean... we try our best!! And the shower drain always gets clogged!!

Now, I could go on, but... I'm writing whole paragraphs here! I should end this before I write an entire book!

Sincerely,

Dr. Shellington Sea Otter

#octonauts #ask blog #ask the octonauts #captain barnacles #shellington

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junipershouse · 5 months

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big huge alien sophant species

the secondchildren are a deeply enigmatic species of plasma-based energy creatures. their existence is colonial, and their bodies consist of thousands of different conciousnesses acting as a singular entity. these bodies often exist in a state of energetic flux, but by sharing strong memetic energy, each component of a secondchild can carry memories and experiences for an incredibly long time. for this reason, they're largely seen as functionally immortal. secondchildren are known for their high latent will energy, their advanced useage of will-energy technology, and their incredibly elusive and nonsensical nature. much of the will=energy technology used in my setting was developed by secondchildren.

the e-kuri are an incredibly hardy species living on a massive cold moon. the pressure on this moon is so immense that their carbon outer shell has flakings of pure diamond in it. and because of this, they are known for their incredible strength and speed in lower pressure environments. on-moon, they're grazers feeding off of small creatures which live in little holes, using their long tongues and fanlike limbs to disturb potential prey. societally, they have little interest in astrotravel and largely mind their own business - they're not very social. a long time ago, it was posed that their incredible strength could be used as a sort of biological generator if harnessed, but the morality of this idea was very questionable. their underside is soft and fluffy.

the fleu are an incredibly rare species of deep-sea creatures living under the thick ice ocean of a starless planet. their numbers are in the thousands, and they take an incredibly long time to reach maturity. very little is known about them due to this. any attempts at contact has largely been met with aggression, but its generally agreed on that fleu have complicated and intricate technology, even if the purpose and form of such technology largely remains a mystery.

the large blue form of a secret senmin is actually a sort of external flying lung, their "true body" is the colorful protusion at the top there. the lung is used to float freely through the thick atmosphere of the several large gas giants they call home. they communicate through rapid electric color changing and quivering of the various "limbs" of this body. they're known for being intelligent, curious, and very social, and they've figured out a way to store enough food and energy to traverse small sections of atmosphereless space without use of large ships.

magma lovers live in magma, as their names suggest. their bodies are protected by a thick glass layer over a metallic shell. even less is known about them due to the hostility of their living conditions to other types of life. it's known that they live in some sort of structured society, though.

oo3o and onri-semphimin are similar in that the largest political institutions of both species are ICDCI members, and therefore they're pretty common to see in multi-species living areas. o-s'es are semiaquatic, while oo3os are entirely aquatic, living near the surface. oo3o are a largely asocial species with communities largely just consisting of a few individuals, and they're talented builders. they've developed all sorts of "airwalking" suits to travel onto land and isolate themselves further. meanwhile, o-s'es are very social and live in extremely large colonies. They're adepts at terraforming.

e-bupp are metal worms that live in a sort of puddinglike-texture "oceans" on the same moon that e-kuri originate from. these strange oceans are actually the focus of much of the biodiversity on this moon, and e-bupp have taken on a sort of parental role towards the younger (in species terms) and less technologically adept e-kuri. e-bupp attempted astral travel, but the logistics of it made it more trouble than it was worth.

#speculative biology #sci fi #xenobiology #alien species #worldbuilding #oc #oo3o tag #onri-semphimin tag #sadum tag #hey sorry for the lack of art lately... ive been burnt out a bit due to college #ive been writing about my funny aliens a lot tho. i just havent been drawing #ikd why i decided to draw all these guys cus theyre almost all too big to actually appear in my story :(#the spacecraft where most of the plot takes place is too big for them... fader and a few oo3os are actually the biggest species onboard #so only the ones who actually show up in the story are getting tags... sorry :P #well secondchildren are mentioned regularly but theyre too busy being weird realitybending plasma colonies to actually appear #these descriptions are really barebones btw #i could say a lot more. about oo3o specifically. but ill save that for when i draw one of their airwalker suits ;P

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─♣️─ Lackadaisy : Shut-Eye²

⸝⸝ tl;dr : continuing on the shnor mimimimi headcanons from this post ! features the savoys, mordecai heller, mitzi may, and the lackadaisy band as a bonus !

🍺 Nicodeme Savoy + Serafine Savoy

I feel like, after trudging around in the bayous and the swamps and sleeping wherever their exhausted bodies drop on for most of their childhood, the Savoys are extremely picky about their sleeping accomodations.

Think of satin sheets, smooth as cream and fine as silk; embroidered pillows bursting with cotton and feathers; blankets upon comforters upon quilts; mattresses so fluffy and soft you sink into it upon contact. The Savoys demand the best when it comes to their beds, and considering their reputation around Marigold, I doubt anyone is brave (or stupid) enough to contradict their wishes.

And it would be alright if they actually slept in it but like .. they just don't .. well, most of the time, anyways.

Their evenings are spent not in their castle-worthy beds but rather in the Marigold room, chatting and smoking and drinking until the chickens start to crow. And even when Marigold ushers its last guests out the door, a couple dozen liquor bottles and boxes of party food somehow finds it way up the Savoys' suite, where the distinct beats of drums and gossip thrums in the room long after the sun rises.

Honestly, I'm surprised they can manage to go on rumrunning duty after getting shitfaced drunk the night (and day) before 💀

And when they do get to sleep, Serafine in particular really likes the windows thrown open to catch the nighttime breeze. It reminds her of the gales that go through the bayou when she and Nicodeme were lost in there, and as much as she hated every other aspect of the bayou, the gales specifically gave her a bit of comfort during those times.

Nicodeme's a blanket hogger. That's it. That's the post.

ALSOO ,, their room in the mornings is just . Eugh .

Littered with cigarette butts, burned-through matches, half-drunk bottles of gin and whiskey and whatever they could smuggle out of the speakeasy; pillows everywhere, the mattress hanging by a thread on the bedframe, and the sheets all nestled around Nicodeme while he sleeps on his back with his hands clasped together like a princess and while Serafine is 0.5 inches away from falling off the bed.

I just want to address a personal apology to whoever cleans their room up when they're gone because I know damn well the Savoys aren't doing it 💀💀

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🪓 Mordecai Heller

On nights when he's on "Asa's Shadow" duty, I'd say that Mordecai wouldn't really collapse on his bed from exhaustion the second after Marigold closes down and he's free from all the musical notes and murmurs and shrieks of laughter that he's been enduring all night.

If anything, I think he'd really take the time to unwind and calm down. He'd sit at his kitchen table and drink some tea, maybe cook up a couple of slices of French toast to fill his stomach as he never really eats anything that's served at Marigold -- he thinks too many people have touched it and it makes him feel all .. icky.

He'd also spend just a pinch of time cleaning the house; nothing too big, just rearranging some books in the shelves, sweeping the floors and wiping dust off the windowsills and tables.

Oh, and he'd read books before sleeping as well. Thick ones. Hardcover ones. He wouldn't read new books or books that he's put off reading because of his workload, but rather one that he's familiar with. Something he's read so many times that, at this point, he could recite it cover to cover without needing to look. In his mind, it helps him relax and destress because of the comforting familiarity of the paragraphs, the unsurprising and mundane words that his eyes had glossed over so many times before, the feel of the worn pages that his fingers had held and brushed too many times to count.

(Do I want to be a book? Yes. Yes, I do.)

As being a tuxedo cat means getting hot easily -- and that's a massive yikes for Mordecai -- I think that he sets the blanket aside and sleeps without one during the summer. Or if the night is chilly enough to warrant the presence of a blanket, he'd use a thin one, or he'd just wear pajamas and a long-sleeved top.

And I'd say Mordecai sleeps on his stomach, with his arms all wrapped around a pillow. Something about the way the soft, slow breeze of the fan hits the fur his back lulls him into a slumber like no other. Plus, it keeps him from feeling too hot and sweaty.

Tl;dr : Cold pillows, cold sheets, cold room for Mordecai. Anything other than that and he'd much rather sleep outside than have a single bead of sweat show up on his body during the night 💀

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🍷 Mitzi May

Oh honey .. Mitzi does not sleep well, that's all I can tell ya'.

In the timeline of the comic, I'd say that Mitzi rarely gets any sleep, and that she manages to get through the day with a conconction of the strongest coffee she could find mixed with whatever leftover beer she could spare.

Atleast, during the daytime, she has Rocky's shenanigans to keep her mind occupied. But once the sun sets and Mitzi climbs the narrow stairs to the third floor of the cafe's building .. it all just starts to unfold and her facade gives way to weary sighs and smudged mascara.

(Alright, that's enough angst )

On nights where it's not so bad, Mitzi would spend most of her time in Atlas's old office, talking to his painting and keeping him updated on what's happening. By this point his painting has become a diary for her, and although she knew it was stupid, she couldn't help but confide everything to it, as if it were a best friend. Even though his painting never moved, never talked, never offered any words of comfort, Mitzi always finds herself calmer afterwards.

Then she'd go into their - her - bedroom, and she'd start cleaning herself up. She'd do it slow, like it was her first time handling all the creams and washes on her vanity table. For Mitzi, this was when she really feels at peace. When it's just her, her cold creams, and the hum of the building's old heating system running in the walls. There was something in the soft, sure way she kept herself clean that made everything just a bit more bearable.

Mitzi likes to sleep on her side, with a huge pillow right besides for her to hold. Regardless of the weather, she'd keep herself under the covers. She falls asleep pretty easily, but on the nights where her troubles become too much to bear, she just stares at the lights of the buildings across the street, watching each window turn from gold to black, and play a little game with herself in which she tries to fall asleep before the light in the last window turns off.

Unorthodox, but it works everytime.

And in the morning, Mitzi finds herself with a little bit more willpower to carry on than the night before.

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🎷 Lackadaisy Speakeasy House Band (Bonus !)

I've read somewhere that Zib lives in the same building as the rest of the band so ..

Let's just say their landlord hates them. It's bad enough that the sounds of their instruments creaking and groaning along the tight squeezes of the hallway was enough to drive anyone up a wall, but do they really have to rehearse in their rooms, too?

And don't get me started when they having a little (BIG) jamming session. Like, yeah, they sound good at first but eventually it all just devolves into a cacophony of god-awful squeals from someone's saxophone.

Zib himself sleeps on his bed (a thin mattress on a rickety old bedframe .. someone get him a proper bed please .) most of the time, but every now and then the band likes to crash at his room for shits and giggles.

Cue Zib tangled up with Sy on the floor, with Ben sleeping on the bed like he owns the place, and J.J. and Mozzie snoozing in the makeshift bed they made pushing two old couches together.

Hey, atleast they pay their rents on time .. right ?

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sirthisisa-wendys · 2 years

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Hiya Wendy and Deano, I hope you're well today 💕 Do you have any sleep headcanons for the Haitanis, Shion and Mocchi? Favorite positions alone and with someone else, preferred bedding, with or without a light/fan on, stuffed animal or not, etc. (I bet the brothers can only sleep on the finest Egyptian cotton, lol!) Thanks~

Sleepy Tenjiku Babies: Ran Haitani/ Rindou Haitani/ Shion Madarame/ Kanji Mochizuki

wc: 558

tw: fluff

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Ran Haitani

Ran isn't picky when it comes to sleeping positions. Usually, he'll sleep alone (unless Rindou demands to sleep in the same bed) because why would he let his flings stay the night? Not a thing in the Haitani house. Ran likes to sleep on Tuft and Needle Jersey Sheets (they're the softest thing around, so he buys one for him and one for Rindou) and enjoys the cool side of the pillows. No lights, please; this diva needs his beauty rest. An eye mask is imperative, and the A/C must be at 71 degrees Fahrenheit exactly. No more, no less. Now let this man starfish in peace.

Rindou Hatani

Rindou is the babyist Haitani, so when he's not sleeping in his brother's bed, he's curled up on his own, in the fetal position. He's also the little spoon, so be prepared to hold him tight. Rin snores softly, likes to have a little nightlight, and enjoys rain sounds as he falls asleep. Rin thinks that 71 degrees is wayyy too cold, so he sleeps with a comforter on - burning hot is the perfect temperature. He even has a weighted blanket to help him get through those late nights when he can't sleep and Ran isn't there. He's got only one stuffed animal - a sheep - from Ran at 4. The thing has lost its eyes and one leg, but Rin will sew it up and keep it beside him at all times. Don't touch it unless you want to lose a limb.

Shion Madarame

SHION IS ANOTHER BABY. But he takes it to the extreme. Shion has a collection of plushies from different anime shows he's into but hides them under the bed during the day in case someone comes over. He sleeps with a fan on, and the window cracked open on really warm nights. He enjoys the feeling of freedom, so there's no such thing as a shirt when asleep. Prefers to sleep without the covers and starfishes out by himself (open-mouthed, snoring), but when he's with someone else, he'll curl into their side and fall asleep (open-mouthed, snoring, drooling). Shion loves to fall asleep just as the sun rises and prefers the comfort of a snuggle with a plushie over empty arms. Shion doesn't care about the bedding, so he'll use the same sheets for over six years before replacing them, usually with a cheap design, so he can remember his racecar bed days.

Kanji Mochizuki

Mochi is a big boy, but he sleeps on his stomach. He's a "dead as a doornail" sleeper, making very little noise. Prefers to lay on his stomach with his arm outstretched to accompany the other person in bed with him but will compromise and be a big spoon if needed. Mochi only has solid-colored sheets, usually darker colors, but he also vibes with soft sheets and will purchase whichever one meets the "cheap but comfy" test (which he does against his face). Big, fluffy pillows are a must, and thick blankets are a necessity, too. Suffice to say, if Mochi doesn't have a bed big enough for his whole body (no limbs hanging off), then he's not happy laying in cramped spaces. Mochi doesn't have any plushies or toys, but he'll take one from whomever he's with and treasure it.

#kanji mochizuki fluff #tokyo revengers #ran haitani #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers fluff #shion madarame fluff #shion madarame #ran haitani fluff #rindou haitani fluff

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snailofkale · 7 months

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so its occurred to me that kirby hcs i talk about with my buddies so often that they don’t even need to be restated anymore and we’ve kind of just accepted as fact are, in fact, entirely noncanon and could do with specifying! specifically those surrounding Kirby, Meta, DMK, Galacta, and Morpho.

also this post is gonna be really bad and confusing im so sorries

THESE ARE JUST MY HEADCANONS!!

They’re being stated as though factual because it would be annoying to specify every time!

so, to start, they’re all the same species. i’m pretty sure this is a fairly common hc? specifically, kirby is a preadolescent child and doesn’t have wings YET, whereas the others are adults who didn’t have wings as children. normally i call this species “kirby” and its members “kirbies” but i’m gonna call them

orb knights

in this post for the sake of clarity.

orb knights live for many thousands of years. kirby is only a few hundred years old (~200) prince fluff is older (idk how much i haven’t thought about him that much), Meta (and DMK) are several thousand (i don’t really have a solid estimate for them, not over 15k) (honestly i hesitate over 10k), galacta is a few tens of thousands (i generally put him at 50k?) and morpho is at least a few hundred thousand. the time at which morpho was a child is so ancient that the only way to know about in detail it is to be that ancient

orb knights tend to get darker with age but this isn’t a universal rule. also, the actual hue of their bodies doesn’t typically change much.

the age of an orb knight (physically and mentally) doesn’t translate properly into human terms. meta knight is old but not elderly, if that makes sense. galacta on account of being sealed has partially forgotten that time passes at all so he has in a way transcended describable age. morpho has as well for reasons i’ll get to. kirby is not a baby. he’s more like ~10. the younger an orb knight the easier it is for me to describe their age, personally.

orb knights have a sort of built in awareness of their culture and traditions despite possibly never meeting another member of their species. its sort of like the world’s worst hivemind meets instinct, or maybe like vaguely remembering something you read 6 years ago and trying it out and it working. the most notable and visible aspect is the masks, which orb knights usually make not long after they grow wings, many describing a comforting sense of having someone telling them that’s what they’re supposed to do.

orb knights (and indeed, many species in the kirby universe) have anatomy only possible with magic. they have no brains, no bones, no proper digestive system, and no circulatory system. they’re basically just a thick somewhat squishy membrane with eyes enclosing a mouth that leads nowhere, keeping themselves held up and locomoting with sheer force of will.

the texture of their skin is extremely variable, going from totally rubbery (i imagine galacta knight is on this end) to, rarely, downright fluffy (none of our known orb knights are fluffy, prince fluff doesn’t count because he’s made of yarn.) (if he wasn’t made of yarn he would probably be fluffy though). i’d imagine kirby has a very soft peach fuzz feel, morpho is more like velvet, and meta is probably somewhere in the middle of those two.

orb knights don’t die from age. they sort of fade out of existence very slowly. morpho knight is effectively dead. morpho knight is also the grim reaper, but more importantly he’s dead. most orb knights do not become the grim reaper upon dying

when an orb knight is dying this way, they lose all their power. the only way to gain this power back is by fusing with an entity of roughly equal power to their former self. this fusion is temporary and will break down in a relatively short amount of time, leaving both participants mostly unharmed.

orb knights can also be scarred, injured, and killed (skipping the “ghost” phase morpho’s in). all of these are exceptionally difficult to accomplish. when kirby falls in battle, he isn’t dead, he’s exhausted. DMK’s mask scar indicates an actual scar.

alright thats all i have rn sorry for how long ghis post is

#kirby #morpho knight #morpho knight kirby #galacta knight #galacta knight kirby #dark meta knight #dmk kirby #meta knight #meta knight kirby #mk kirby #kirby knights #my headcanons #my hcs #headcanon #me

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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

NAME: Airin Nimenscu ( son of no one ).

NICKNAME: Airi, Airbear, Airbud, Pisscat, Pissdog, Mutt, Rat.

TITLE(S): Domnul Muntelui ( lord of the mountain ), Gemenii ( the twins – title tied to his brother as well )

AGE: appears to be 32 ( is 371 ).

SPECIES: Felicid / Barren-Souled ( an absence of ones own soul which allows host to take the shape of any other soul they harbor )

SEX: Cis-male.

NATIONALITY: His human form is of Romanian descent.

INTERESTS: Hunting, reading, note-taking, research, protection work, work that involves hunting / potential assassination, undercover work, dancing, exploration of the forest and urban kind, singing, performing, playing saxophone, and being goofy.

PROFESSION: Bouncer at the Gear Shift, Mercenary, Assassin ( retired ).

BODY TYPE: His human form's body type is muscular with a thick, fluffy happy trail and tuft of fur on his chest and tail bone. His Felicid form has a sharp, canine face and a feline body / tail. His mane is super fluffy and soft.

EYES: A calm blue that is rather striking. They're a bit brighter when he's a Felicid.

HAIR: A golden-yellow that's insanely fluffy and a bit dense to the touch. It carries to his human form so he doesn't have natural hair.

SKIN: A pinkish-pale that can tan very easily, and has freckles on his shoulders and butt cheeks.

POSTURE: He carries himself with confidence in a more relaxed posture. It can make him appear to be cocky.

HEIGHT: 6'3" / 2'3"

VOICE: A bright, warm masculine tone that comes more from the throat. He can mimic many different accents– his current one being more of an American west coast vibe, but his Romanian accent does slip now and again.

SIGNATURE OUTFIT: At work he wears modified slacks, dress shoes, a muddy, light-blue button up with a dress vest and dark-blue tie. Outside of work he'll wear more hoodies, specifically his black 'moo' hoodie.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: glances at all of Apolo's muses– his canon partner is a true vampire named Lewis. He's a world renowned chef and puts his skills to work at the Gear Shift. He tends to keep to himself but he has dominant, sassy nature that is very alluring.

COMPANIONS: All of his coworkers at the Gear Shift and his brother Xavier. Xavier being his most trustworthy and loved companion.

ANTAGONISTS: The biggest being his ex-wife who is seemingly trapped in a pocket dimension. Otherwise it's extremely rare for Airin to make an enemy since he makes acquaintances out of everyone regardless of moral code.

STRENGTHS: Excellent physical strength and stamina. He has cat-like reflexes in both forms and is proficient in several kinds of hand-to-hand combat and weaponry. His preferred weapons are his modified twin hydra shotguns and twin modified crossbows called his Ragtime Gals. He's also good at swordplay, but even with his weapons he'd prefer a direct approach as a Felicid. He also knows several languages and is a strong reader. With his social and analytic skills being a source of pride.

WEAKNESSES: He's still learning to fully maintain his anger management, and his patience is very thin once it stakes its claim. His fragile mental health is always on the brink of snapping, so the demeanor he carries around others is simply a mask with many cracks. He also doesn't get enough sleep or eats properly to maintain his physical health.

FRUITS: His all time favorite is strawberries! He'll eat any fruit though.

DRINKS: All sorts of teas, and he's banned from drinking apple juice due to a past addiction.

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: Nothing, he's straight edge.

SMOKES: –

DRUGS: Does catnip count.

DRIVER'S LICENSE: Cars are… scary...

Tagged By: @hriobzagelthewanderer and @bleedinghearth ( thanks! )

Tagging: @cablexclub ( for howl! ) . @unfortunatedarling . @ama-tcra-su

#Dash Games.#Messiah of Iras :: Airin #( whew what a behemoth to write /dies/ )

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freezing-kaiju · 8 months

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Lunatic of the Flesh

@my-ceiling-is-tilted 's Biotober prompts 7, 17, and 25: Cancerous, Mutation, and Infection.

Warnings: extreme body horror, werewolves, biting and neck trauma, intimacy, it's about a werewolf themed resident evil infection going horribly wrong so make of that what you will! it's also a bit t4t

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The bus stop close to my old home has been chewed on.

Bites have been ripped out, glass lines the bench, and, on the metal, patches of fuzz grow, waving in the wind. There’s the sound of crickets and toads, but no cars, nothing save for the bus rattling away behind me and the wheels of my baggage against the ground.

The plants grow thick, choked with weeds and bursting with gorgeous flowers, except for patches here and there that lay covered in hair. Great tendrils of matted fur, gray and blue and black, swaying like grass in the breeze. Deer bound through the distance in packs twenty strong.

The bus patrols exist for the infected. I’ll count as one soon, so it’s fine.

I fix my makeup in the window. Wouldn’t want to disgust them. After all…

——

…they’re beautiful.

Not from tip to toe, I know that. Slinking through the forest, I see some dragging massive, misshapen claws, some dangling boils, some with extra halves of jaws. Their hunts of the massive deer seem mutual; their destructive power is so increased, but the deer are so much faster, and they’re working so hard to catch their prey. Their imposing snouts, so well-suited to eating and howling… their ears, so soft-looking, so perfectly pointed… their backs so arched, their tails so long and fluffy, everything about them is so. Unbelievably. Perfect.

And yet, none of them are the right one. Maybe they know this; the first to catch sight of me slipped its pulsing violet eyes away not a moment after, likely out of disinterest. Maybe the foliage, leaves and bushes dead and alive, hides me perfectly.

Maybe… I’m already something else’s prey.

I stop, look behind myself. Nothing but the same fallen leaves concealing the same insects, the same trees looming thin and tall above me like the bars of a disorganized prison, but…

Above me.

Something flicked.

I look the rest of the way up and drop my luggage.

A wolf. Poised between the trees, spread on all four of its pristine limbs, a massive, gorgeous wolf.

“RUN,” it cajoles.

I can’t.

The few tendrils that shiver on its body are symmetrical. Its teeth are so well-kept they shine. Its third eye lingers above the left one in the exact place a chunk of winged eyeliner would be, adding to a glorious air of cuntiness that its breasts only further contribute to. Those claws— oh, what I wouldn’t give to be pulled apart by them! And the chest fur… those patterns…

“RUN,” it says again.

“I cannot.”

“TOO WEAK?”

“I refuse! I will join you without wasting your precious energy.”

“JJOIN?”

“I’ll join your pack! I’ll become part of it! I’ll make you MINE!”

The wolf’s chest swells with what had to be pride. Two of the branches I thought might impede it if I needed to run cracked beneath just this simple exertion. “A WEAK HUMAN...WANTS TO JOIN? THE PACK? MINE?”

“Your pack, and nobody else’s!”

“WHY?”

“Because I know you! Do you not recognize me?!”

It took in a shuddering breath, paw scratching its chin in what would be a human gesture were its claws not out and drawing blood. “RECOGNIZE...YOU?”

“Y…” I planted my other foot and stood my ground. “Yeah, Winnie. I came all the way back to meet you again. You…”

God, from the Kingdom Hearts pattern on the chest fur to the strange piercings, she was precisely the same.

“You look like the fursona I helped you make.”

Both paws slammed down in the snow. The wolf’s great head, it—

A motorcycle’s worth of predator.

Launched.

Towards me.

In that moment, I processed it quite like someone had thrown a car at my face, and screamed.

The wolf stopped short.

“IF…I AM WINIFRED… I AM? WINIFRED?”

“Y-yes,” I said, “yes, definitely, you are her and she is you.”

“I…CAN BE HER… THEN, I AM HER.” Winifred rises, not to her full height but a hunched position, like she speaks not to prey but to someone shorter than herself. “AND WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE HER DO?”

“B….bite me. Infect me. Love me! Love me like I always wanted you to, my dear friend, my beloved, make me yours!”

Winifred licks her lips and leans forward, snout inches from my face. “STAND UP…STRAIGHT. NECK OUT.”

I comply, face burning, soul weeping for joy.

Her mouth closes round my throat, and I can….I can feel the moment she penetrates me. Sharp. Clear, but right, I gasp for air and—

And I feel something pumping into my throat.

Dutifully, I swallow, wishing it were in my mouth, wishing I could taste the beauty that would now swallow me whole. I’ll be different, not this ugly, useless thing, but something sleek. Agile. Beautiful. Something that’ll make this all…worth…

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Before my fur grew in, the hair I’d taken such care to mediocrely raise fell out in clumps that left me sobbing on the bedroom floor. I fear I’ve not lost cause to weep, nor have I stopped looking so…bald.

The glorious snout Winifred bears never grew in properly. My new ears came in in twain, perfectly shaped… the only thing in this wretched body to not split and pustulize. They top a sunken face, one I can hardly see from when my maw splits it to feed. If I look down, I behold a series of lumps; whether breast, stomach, tumor, or chin, I’m incapable of telling. As Winifred tells it, I have a centaur’s form… what grotesque parody of Greek myth she knows, I can’t imagine.

Perhaps I’m meant to have so many, such engorged and muscular legs, maybe their desperate uncoordination is the movement I deserve. After all, this form… I have no clue of the full extent with it, the last mirror brought within my sight is still shards on some barn floor. But I can feel my stomach churn with more than meat, feel parts of myself bloat with a thing beyond blood and meat. Winifred, too, is sometimes…

That venom she pumped into me, so clean and clinical, I… I drool it now. It fills my mouth and drips out when I breathe, onto buckets or the floor of our hideaways. At least, when she isn’t looking.

When she is, my mate licks it from my lips like a woman possessed.

I can’t fathom it, neither the eyes left on my face nor the ones that dot the rest of my body like moles can believe how hungry she’s become. She comes home from hunts or meetings dragging cow after cow, sometimes a bag of human food too, and sets upon me with her tongue and hands faster than I can whimper a greeting. Every hair-coated fold of my body she cleans, licking as if hunting for some buried treasure. Are my moans that rewarding? Is my pain what she wishes? Does she want me to bite back? I can’t, I won’t, my maw will… it’ll do too much damage, truly. I can feel my vestigial tails flop and writhe as she buries her face in my part. When her paw holds the one of mine small and shapen enough to hold hers —I felt every agonizing moment of my right fusing together, and my second left is a mass of knotted fingers— those tails crack and sting with how forcefully they wag.

“My moon,” she calls me, her tongue still exploring an area I’d never wish to touch myself, “my gorgeous moon, the hunt was so long.”

“I am,” I choke out the rote response, “sorry I couldn’t go.”

“No, be thankful. The others spoke covetously of you. It gladdens me…to have you all to myself.”

I feel something bubble up within me, and in a moment of terror, know not if metaphor can affect this husk.

“You’re…just…saying that because you’re stuck with me…”

She laughs at that, a barking laugh, one whose charm I’ve still yet to reach. Have I laughed recently? Only when she stimulated me to, only in…what could be called roughhousing, had I not fallen over, had she not treated me with pup’s gloves afterwards.

“No??? I, like, treasure you,” Winifred said, tongue taking a rest from its travels across my taint. “This was all so lonely before you became—“

“Trapped?”

“What?”

“Trapped, isolated, burdened,” I found myself saying, coughing out each word within a mouthful of venom and teeth, “made into something— something disgusting, something that weighs you down, something that—“

Winifred leapt up from under me, growling like a chainsaw. I folded under those three burning lime eyes, but, curiously, when I silenced myself and slunk lower, Winifred’s own tail and ears dropped back too.

“Selene, I didn’t— never did I consider that—“

“You are a wolf! You’re perfect, everything everyone who’s ever been an edgy adolescent yearned to become! I am…”

“Selene.” Winifred’s paws reached up, squished together my cheeks, forcing our eyes to meet. “I am… the perfect specimen of a normal beastic wolf, yes. But you…” She pressed our snouts nearly together, “you are something special. Your mass of gloriously haphazard legs, your imposing form, every perfect eye and lovely tendril— and your soft, downy fur— and your tails! Their excitement is so… you’re so…”

“It hurts to move,” I whimper. “It hurts to breathe.”

“As does it for me, too,” Winifred admits, and shakes herself off, parts of her arms I never even thought had joints cracking like thunder over the plains.

Her…her own breathing is ragged, too, isn’t it? Winnie’s rib cage had always flexed and contracted, like a butterfly flapping its wings, in a way that I always thought was painless but…

Maybe she’s in as much pain as me.

And maybe...

Ah, she's started with her tongue again...

....maybe I can lose myself in it, too...

#body horror #halloween #biotober #werewolf #infection #nsft #ask to tag #infection tw #gross tw #neck trauma tw #gore tw #gore #neck trauma #writing #my writing

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vierlandracaena · 1 year

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So yeah after all that, allow me to write another thing: Kondraki and Clef designs ideas (That I had in my head)

This is my au, so if you steal my idea, it's just sad.

(Also, I will make a thread of the designs and what's it based off of.)

🦋!Kondraki: (He/Him) Has extremely long dark hair (I mean to his ass length like seriously, its curly, fluffy, and of course to top it all off, soft. His two thick strands in the front of his hair match Clef's hair, blonde.

🦋

His hair has a ponytail where he has a giant-sized butterfly on the back of it.

Reference: Demon Slayer. (Even though I don't even watch the series)

It's of course green like it normally is but glows when he's in danger or is in peace. In his peace, his butterflies glow brightly, since he's in a type of happy space. Another reference? Nah, it's just like fireflies. However if he's in danger, the butterflies form a body shield around him, protecting his entire body. His entire body would be a body of steel afterwards. (Golly, what an advantage!)

Anyway though, outfit wise, it's basically the same, except he has the butterfly as a necklace, earrings, and a logo on his turtleneck and shoes. (His shoes are definitely some tough boots imo) His earrings are small, as they can symbolize that he's a monarch. (In my fictional term, a monarch is a species of humanoid butterflies.) He's the king of being a monarch. So his hat would say, "Monarch king" or "King of the Monarchy" so, Clef would call him "Konny dear" still, but he'd call him, "Butterfly king" "Monarchist" and "Mr. Butterfly"

🐍!Clef: (He/Him) Has a bit of of course, long blonde hair (With green highlights on his bangs, matching Kondraki) as well but is hanging out in his pale brown cowboy hat. What's wrapped around his hat is Konny's butterflies.

When Clef calls for help however, the butterflies would immediately know just by his reaction: slightly worried eyes, sharp teeth possibly clenching, and/or him trying to back away from things. (Also his three of course eyes glow either brown, green, sometimes red, but mainly blue for intimidation, or match one color at once.)

That's it so far, I'll probably have more ideas coming up but I'm tired. (Also I will be going to Great America for tomorrow, and a hotel for today's night.)

#Dr Kondraki #Benjamin Kondraki #Alto Clef #Dr Clef #Agent Ukulele #Francis Wojciechoski #SCP Foundation #SCP #Dev's SCP designs

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maltacus · 6 months

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My Dread Lady, Part 41

Fluffy white materials abound both here and there. Jaina visits Tyrande while the proper and correct dwarven envoys make themselves at home. Beware of dwarves bearing gifts…if you try to maintain order and a tight shift, that is. The elven rangers have typically lived their lives in the eternal summer of Quel’thalas and with extremely little experience with snow and their general disposition and manners, anyone can understand how they will act with reserved dignity in case of such weather.

The teleportation spell faded away from Jaina’s view and the wood and stone of her tower was replaced by mossy rocks and colossal tree trunks around them. Jaina blinked to get used to the different light. There was so much to take in but right before her were first and foremost the night elves’ archdruid and finest – in Jaina’s opinion at least – priestess of the moon. And also –

”Fluffyyy!” Jaina cried and spread her arms wide with a big smile.

The second after she was bowled over when a hurricane of thick white-and-black fuzziness leapt on her and turned midway in the air to shield her from the ground with its front legs. Theramore’s archmage proceeded to return the hug and burrowed her face into the soft fur of the frostsaber’s throat.

”Hello to you as well, Jaina.”

”Right. So we asked around a bit and, well…it’s a few card decks, some sets of dice, some board games –”

”Open up!”

”The thing is, we had this idea when we packed for this expedition…” Halvdan did not get any further when half a dozen eager elves swarmed them and proceeded to unpack the contents like it was an actual treasure chest.

”We weren’t sure if it maybe was a stupid thing to bring those.” Runar tried to pick up unsurely. ”We wouldn’t want to, how to say…trivialise the Forsaken’s situation.”

Nara Pathstrider gave him a sceptical eye, which was telling because on other side of her nose was only a deep scar.

”Is that another game, like ’think up the stupidest question’ competition?”

”You can play that while we play Hearthstone.” Velonara scoffed. ”Dibs!”

#sylvaina #jaina proudmoore #sylvanas windrunner #fanfiction #warcraft 3 #world of warcraft #archive of our own #fanfic #dark rangers #dwarves #snowball

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senjuushi · 1 year

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Hybrid Au Info (Antiques) — Part 4

Almost done! >:3 After this, it's just the two reptile boys left! This segment is the other miscellaneous one— including Dreyse, Jitte, and Lorenz. In other words, enjoy our second cow~

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 5]

Dreyse (Highland Ox)

Physical

Small, tapered ears at about the same position as a human’s, covered in fluffy, tawny-brown fur. One ear has a large piercing through it as a form of "tagging".

Long, thin tail covered with the same fluffy fur as his ears. The fur forms something of a tuft at the end, and the whole thing is surprisingly sturdy for how thin it is.

Naturally muscular build. Gains weight easily, and puts on muscle with far less effort than a normal human.

Tall, arching, angled horns that protrude at a horizontal angle from his head. They're usually kept blunted for "safety", but can be dangerous weapons nonetheless. The bases are sensitive and highly receptive to gentle touch.

Sheathed penis that emerges when aroused. Penis is relatively stiff, and is darker and redder in color than a human’s, as well as slightly different in shape. Sheath is very sensitive.

Behavioral

Herd instincts. Naturally social and instinctively wants to stick close to others. Good at following a strict social hierarchy, and surprisingly submissive once someone is "in charge".

Emotional temperament that's heavily suppressed by a combination of conditioning and security in being controlled.

Easily stressed. His behavior grows increasingly erratic when he doesn't feel safe, but incidents of lashing out can occur when he's put under too much pressure. Incredibly docile under normal circumstances, and tolerant of nearly all abuse.

Loves touch and needs a lot of physical contact... not that he gets it. Entirely unused to gentle touch.

High sex drive. Easily stimulated, and becomes agitated, restless, and disoriented when aroused. Often kept on strong suppressant drugs (with some side effects) to contain the behavior.

Jitte (Tanuki)

Physical

Small, rounded, fluffy ears with darker-colored fur on the outside and lighter on the inside. Appreciates petting there; it's an easy way to relax and soak up touch.

Thick, bushy tail with dense fur, colored dark on the underneath and tip, and brown on the upper part and sides. The fur requires a lot of grooming, and he can be fussy over keeping it neat. Its posture also serves as a social signal.

Body hair is thicker and darker than a normal human's, and has an almost fur-like texture.

His tail sheds in the early fall so that a winter coat can grow in. That coat is lighter in color, but much more dense.

The position of his tail is an easy indicator of arousal— it takes an upward arch when he's getting desperate. There's also a certain rumor regarding the size of his testicles...

Behavioral

Semi-nocturnal. Tends to be more alert and active after dark, but can keep himself awake during the day with few issues.

Has strong social grooming instincts that make him both crave touch and use it to show affection. Doesn't always realize that others aren't as comfortable with contact.

While he doesn't fully hibernate during winter, the urge to stock up on food and then curl up somewhere safe and warm remains strong. Extra clingy during colder weather (tanuki hibernate in pairs) and is unusually lethargic.

Sounds like whimpers, whines, and mews show friendly or submissive behavior. They slip out no matter how hard he tries to contain them— and make his emotions all too clear.

Sensitive to smells, especially those of other hybrids (and sometimes humans), though he's not particularly territorial.

Lorenz (Domestic Rat)

Physical

Large, rounded ears covered in extremely soft, fine fur, the same color as his hair. The inner skin is pink. They're terribly sensitive to both loud sounds and any kind of touch; rough handling is guaranteed to make him squeak and flinch.

Long, thin tail with a light coating of the same fur. It's very fragile, and tight grips or pulling hurt horribly. He's somewhat paranoid about having the delicate bones in it broken.

Sharp teeth that require chewing to stay healthy and worn down. Hides the behavior because it doesn't seem "dignified".

Poor eyesight (he needs those glasses); relies on hearing and smell a lot more than he wants people to know.

Partially sheathed penis that's relatively small in comparison to his body size. Has a surprisingly high sex drive, though he's usually good at keeping the arousal concealed.

Behavioral

Intense prey-animal instincts that leave him constantly nervous and high-strung. Always tense and wary of his surroundings, and no amount of posturing can hide that he's scared.

Picky about personal hygiene, especially the fur on his ears and tail. Will keep both almost religiously clean.

Highly social, though he's not exactly aware of it. Feels an intense need to be near those that he sees as "safe", and grows unstable and distressed when left alone for too long. Attention-seeking behavior is a subconscious way of feeling close to others.

Nesting tendencies. Likes to curl up in small, dark, warm places, and can be annoyingly picky about his living space.

Needs a lot of entertainment and engagement to keep his mind satisfied. Will become an absolute menace if he has to seek it out on his own, and suffers if neglected.

#Senjuushi #千銃士 #Dreyse #Jitte #Lorenz #Hybrid Au #Info

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