#i wanted it to be more gray and more thistle

[gray-thistleclan]

moon twenty.......................................three! (part 2)

#clangen #warrior cats clangen #clan generator #warrior cats #warriors oc #gtc moons #NEW STYLE #i wanted it to be more gray and more thistle #its like the third time i changed it #my own flaw is that i'm never happy

[faelingdraws]

wAWAWAWAWAWAWA

EDIT: I’ve upped the donation goal on Ko-fi, and 10$+ sketches are still available.

It turns out I need more than I expected D:  I am almost out of kitten-safe litter (expensive and they don’t give you a lot) and I need to be able to get them toys because they’re approaching the age where they start to learn play behaviors.

As for the kittens themselves, they’re comfortable and safe (we named the gray one Clover and the black one Saffron, their mom was named Thistle so we wanted to keep that theme.) Both are girls! The antibiotics are working wonderfully on Clover <3

#faeling draws #donations needed #i really would have preferred to keep them with their mom #but the eye infection on one of them forced my hand

[cryptidclaw]

Lynxstorm!

Design Notes:

In my last design for him I made him a light gray tabby colorpoint, but I decided to make him a black tabby colorpoint this time because 2 of his kits are black, and despite the fact that RoC does not follow realistic cat genetics... it still bothers me bec it makes no sense that two dilute cats would have non dilute babies LOL

I actually really like this change tho!!! I think it looks really cool!

Also fun fact! His white is the exact same as Tigerclaw's and to make his gray I took Thistleclaw's gray and made it the hue of Snowstorm's blue!

Character Bio:

Lynxstorm

(Whitestorm)

Cis Tom; he/him

Age as of 1st arc's beginning: 4 cycles, 4 moons; ~33 Hyrs

Title meaning: -storm =   a cat who is powerful in battle; strong and fights like a storm; Was specifically given this title in reference to his mother.

Warrior -> Second of Thunder Order; was in line due to being Star Bluefrost's nephew

Mentor: Star Bluefrost

Mother: Snowstorm

Father: Thistleclaw

Siblings: Sky; Shine; Shimmer; Star Tigerclaw

Mate: Willowchime

Kits: Sootfur; Rainwhisker; Sorreltail

Step-Kits: Darkstripe; Graybelly

Grandkits: Cinderheart; Honeyfern; Poppyfrost

Step-Grandkits: Ashfall; Ferncloud; Willowfeather; Oakfeather

Other notable kin: Star Pineheart (grandfather); Leopardfoot (Grandmother); Swift (nephew); Brambleflower (nephew); Star Tawnyclaw (neice); Mothwing (neice); Star Hawkfrost (nephew)

Extra notes: I changed his name to Lynx bec White is boring and it matches with Tiger!

Lynx was mentored by Bluefrost bec I think thats cute, and it also just adds to why they are so close <3

another fact! Blue wished she had chosen Lynx to be her Second instead of Tiger... but tbh Tiger probably would have killed him, even if Lynx was his brother.

Character Summary:

Lynxstorm and his littermate Tigerclaw were Snowstorm and Thistleclaw's second litter, the first being a litter of 3 which all sadly died due to a premature birth. It was many cycles before Snow and Thistle tried for a second litter as the death of the first had left Snow distraught and fearful of it happening again. However their second litter were healthy and strong, and because of this Snow named them after two kinds of powerful and strong wild cat.

Thistleclaw took far more interest in Lynx's brother Tiger, as Tiger was the larger and stronger of the two, it was obvious that Tiger took after Thistle, which Thistle loved. However Lynx was smaller and more empathetic and kind, he spent far more time with his mother and found his father's more cruel nature unappealing.

As Lynx grew he also took far more notice of how toxic his parent's relationship was. Thistleclaw was so obsessed with power and strength, that he would often judge his own mate for doing things he deemed "weak" and Snowstorm would refuse to let anyone think her weak and would feel the need to prove Thistle wrong. Thistle didn't just put this pressure on his mate either, he put it on his sons, especially Tiger, and Lynx grew to hate Thistle for it.

Snowstorm died during a border dispute early into Lynx and Tiger's apprenticeship, and this drove Thistle to be even more cruel. Thistle would take his sons out on extra night time training sessions that were far more brutal than anything a normal apprentice would be doing. Lynx knew that he only rarely was taken on these training sessions, Tiger on the other hand was trained constantly by Thistle. Lynx wanted to tell someone but Tiger made him swear not to, as Tiger wanted those sessions to learn how to be strong, even if he hated Thistleclaw for how brutal he was during them. Lynx never learned that Thistle had also been training Tiger in the Dark Forest as well...

As an adult, Lynx stayed far away from his father, choosing to go about his live happily and without any Thistleclaw bullshit. This would be made truly permanent when Thistle was found out for his grooming of Spottedleaf, Lynx was horrified by this (though not 100% surprised by his father's actions). Lynx joined Bluefrost's plan to assassinate Thistleclaw instead of simply banishing him, and though Tiger was the tom to serve the killing blow, Lynx was certainly there to make sure the deed was done. This not only felt like vengeance for Spotted, this felt like vengeance for his childhood, for his brother, and for his mother.

During the first arc plot Lynx becomes a big role model to Fire, being something like a father figure along side Lioheart.

Lynx got closer to and fell in love with Willowchime around the time that Gray was an apprentice, Willow always wanted to chat with Lynx and Lion about her son's apprenticeship and they started bonding from there. Lynx is also one of the only cats to learn the full story of Willow's past romance with Dark and Gray's kittypet father, and he holds not judgement towards her for it.

Lynx and Willow both died in the great battle against Tiger Order.

...

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Lynxstorm an au version of Whitestorm from Warrior Cats. He is standing tall and proud, with his right side showing, and he has a calm expression and smile. He is a long furred, white tom with dark gray almost black tabby color point markings, and white on his muzzle , paws and tail tip. His eyes are blue with yellow-orange irises, and his inner ears and nose are pink./End ID)

#cryptidclaw's warriors au #rise of change #whitestorm #lynxstorm #warrior cats #warrior cats design #warriors

[leonowoo]

“Where you tend a rose, a thistle cannot grow.” (Druvis/ForgetMeNot)

The cold blooded man, the psychopathic partner to Arcana, the cunning manipulator. Those nicknames juggled in her head and all she saw from him was a man who’s trying to show his fondness to her.

Druvis wanted alone time in her woods to process of what's happening ahead, but what she didn't expect was that she had company.

***

“May I join you?” Druvis snapped back to her consciousness as her head raised to the right. She didn’t notice Mr. Forget Me Not approaching her, nor did she develop any reaction when her eyes landed on his pale slender figure.

Druvis sighed as she darted her eyes to a vacant spot next to her, gesturing for Mr. Forget Me Not to settle beside her. Mr. Forget Me Not lowered his head a bit as if he was bowing and sat on the faded green picnic blanket while Druvis stared into the void.

One thing she noticed while working with Mr. Forget Me Not was his flamboyant posture. The way he went from standing to sitting gave off a flexible serpentine movement, and his overall self always remained professional. Druvis always wondered why he was like that in the first place. Perhaps a habit of being around humans took effect on him to be more tense and intimidating. Or maybe he was merely showing the impression that he was actually ominous and superior… Or at least that was how Druvis thought of him before.

The more she was in Manus Vindictae, the more she could see through his reflection. She couldn’t really identify who Mr. Forget Me Not really was but she erased that idea anyway. She had more responsibilities than to assume someone’s self.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Mr. Forget Me Not commented as Druvis hummed in response. She wasn’t in the mood for a conversation. But she didn’t mind his presence either.

Druvis wanted alone time in her woods, but didn’t expect anyone to be in her comfort place. She wanted to stretch her legs underneath her infamous tree to gaze out at the atmosphere and eat scones that she stole the other day in a cafe; Gray mists slithering within the wilted burnt trees, the pale dead grass getting whistled by the breeze, and the subtle silence draping over the skies, oh how it nestled something warm within her heart. Oh to say farewell to her childhood memories in this place. Oh to say goodbye to her home.

The Storm was in a week from now and Mr. Forget Me Not was probably here to warn her. But she didn’t need any companion to soothe her disconcertment, she was better off longing alone.

“I assume that you’re here for business, Mr. Forget Me Not,” Druvis muttered as Mr. Forget Me Not let out a light chuckle. “The Storm is in a week Ms. Druvis-,”

“I’m aware.” Mr. Forget Me Not caught his breath before breaking into another grin. His fangs glinted within the fading sun. Silence draped between the two of them.

Mr. Forget Me Not sighed and leaned to the tree. A weird gesture for a man in a higher status who always seemed so stiff in the eyes of the Weyerhaeuser descendant.

“I’m trying to enjoy my time here the best I could… Perhaps I wasn’t ready for all of this to happen, but I’m still trying to accept things the way they are.” Mr. Forget Me Not stared at her with a genuine empathetic demeanor and shifted in his seat before crossing his arms. Druvis never saw him so moderate before around someone like Druvis, and she thought she was another background character who had no means for Forget Me Not to be comfortable with.

“Oh Ms. Druvis, even if your era was reversed we, Manus Vindictae could always switch the authority to your hands.” Druvis remained silent and perched herself on the tree an inch near the man of Manus Vindictae.

She was trying to find the necessity of Forget Me Not visiting her, because she was neglecting the fact that this man had even a wince of color oozing out from his dead snow skin. That he wasn’t just some vessel to Arcana. That he had the tenderness to approach Druvis and comfort her about leaving the woods in his own way. The cold blooded man, the psychopathic partner to Arcana, the cunning manipulator. Those nicknames juggled in her head and all she saw from him was a man who’s trying to show his fondness to her.

When she was first enrolled in Manus Vindictae, Forget Me Not didn’t leave her side. He was the first one to ever pity her and the first person in that organization to technically ever make friends with her. Clearly his emotions didn’t spike out, but the more they interacted the more that colorless demeanor of his started to get transparent. Druvis wasn’t really fond of it but there was something about this man that genuinely for the first time ever made herself again.

Long ago her colors bled from her skin and she stayed frigid ever since. She refused to be attached with anyone and often disclosed herself to the public. That was of course until Forget Me Not noticed her. She didn’t really care about him up until now she realized he saw potential in her. That in some way they were birds of a feather. Their experiences were familiar with each other, and Forget Me Not was merely lurching out for her. He showed his affection and Druvis was oblivious to see it until now she realized. He’d always ask how her woods were doing, often gave opportunities for her forest to flourish, and entertained her when she first got into Manus Vindictae. He was gesturing something to her and Druvis didn’t give one care about it.

She closed her eyes and embraced the wind whistling through her hair. Forget Me Not was a ghost next to her and for some reason she found serenity in that. She couldn’t help herself but grin a little over it.

“These woods used to be mesmerizing. Even if it was swept by the Storm, there’s nothing I could do to return the soul. The core of what made the woods breathing. There’s nothing else I could do to offer, nothing I can heal. All I could do is to protect it but I guess, I’m not really suitable for the role. I’m still uncertain of how I feel about the woods though. Guilt or regret, still not sure.”

Druvis whirled her head to lock eyes with Mr. Forget Me Not. Their eyes tangled together uncomfortably for a minute and Druvis took her time to scrutinize Forget Me Not’s feature. His dark curls, his lanky glasses framed in his nose, his fatigue foxy eyes, and his pale skin. The urge to take off his glasses and lean closer to him seeped into her mind. Her eyes shifted up and down Mr. Forget Me Not and she opened her mouth lightly.

She wanted to kiss him but she restrained herself. A part of her mind told her to lean for it, because at this moment of her life, it didn’t matter anymore who she was making it out with. It was a kiss that meant nothing, a kiss to take a breather, a kiss of relief, a kiss of acceptance to leave this place. A kiss to erase her sentimental values for her home. A kiss to restart her life.

Her lips finally met his. She didn’t think twice as she fluttered her eyes shut. Mr. Forget Me Not took it by surprise but he didn’t pull away. He was drained to react expertly so Druvis guessed that he was in defeat. The man of higher power in Manus Vindictae showed a wince of vulnerability and so did the protector of the Weyerhaeuser woods. The kiss didn’t hold any meaning and Druvis assumed that Mr. Forget Me Not thought the same. He knew that she deserved this form of affection, he knew that she needed something to loosened up her nerves, he knew this kiss was absent of essence, that it was blurry of whether it’s romantic or platonic or something more.

The kiss lasted for a while and Druvis parted. A chain of saliva connected their lips as they locked gazes again. The Weyerhaeuser heir stared back at the woods as if nothing happened and the slender man did the same. He knew when to react and the affection was nothing short but for mere business purposes. At least that was how Druvis thought the both of them worked this way out.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered as if it didn’t make the situation any better. Forget Me Not let out a light chuckle and Druvis furrowed her brows over that reaction of his. To actually witness Forget Me Not having other emotions.

“You don’t have to apologize, Ms. Druvis. No need to stiffen up,” Forget Me Not reassured. Druvis nodded slowly over the man's response and she didn't even dare to look at his eyes. A taint of blush bloomed in her cheeks and she swiveled away from Forget Me Not's eyes.

She didn't want him to see her facade tumble. She didn't want him yet to embrace her other shadows. She didn't want him to acknowledge her, but she couldn't help herself but endure the thrill of the situation. Druvis’ breath got heavier, her face an obscured blend of warm red, her hands trembling immensely. She reminded herself that this was a natural response, that it wasn't Forget Me Not who got her flustered, but the kiss did.

“Anything wrong?” Forget Me Not asked. His tone was luring yet held innocence within it.

Druvis fluttered her eyes shut and sighed, trying to ignore his words. Her blush faded away and she focused her eyes back on the landscape of the woods, trying to linger on her ghost manners. Forget Me Not tilted his head and Druvis took her time before speaking again. Reminding herself that this was for business and nothing else.

“Very generous of you to bring back the woods to me when this is all gone. But you don’t have the necessity to do it.” Forget Me Not started at her for a minute. There was nothing except for the sound of the rushing wind and Forget Me Not grinned in triumphant. As if he already managed to wrap his hands around her heart.

“Are you certain Ms. Druvis?” Druvis stared at the man again hesitantly. “I’m never certain.” Forget Me Not scoffed. It seemed like the tension from that brief kiss had wavered away.

“And-,” Druvis didn't continue the words. Reconsidering the words she wanted to say. “About the kiss-,”

“It was nothing,” Forget Me Not said calmly. His pale tone took Druvis by surprise. Acting as if a kiss didn't symbolize anything. As if they didn't mean anything.

“There are other things that will concern you rather than a mere kiss.” Druvis’ face lit up. “And that might be?”

“Unresolved issues.” Druvis furrowed her brows. “Unresolved… issues?” Forget Me Not nodded and adjusted his glasses.

“I don't understand… What issue are you talking about?” Druvis asked as the man of Manus Vindictae huffed. She eagerly waited for his response and it seemed like he was trying to find the appropriate words.

“Have you ever wondered who killed your family?”

#r1999 #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 game #druvis iii #reverse 1999 druvis #forget me not #forget me not reverse 1999 #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #druvis x forget me not #theyre a divorced couple ur honor #divorced bisexual couple goes crazy

[bonefall]

A family member walked in on me making this thing and said, "GOOD LORD WHAT IS THAT" so I think this is a good moment to save and touch a little bit of grass before I continue

Pre-Lake RiverClan family tree be upon ye. HEAVY heavy heavy WIP though, as you can see there is an abrupt stop when I start figuring out post-TNP pairings, but everyone from Mapleshade's Vengeance/Darkstar's Commandment up to TigerClan is pretty locked and loaded.

Disorganized thoughts;

I keep waffling on where Graymist and Mintfur are going to go.

It is very important that Gray, Mint, and Ice are not related because of the canon family tree, unless I did some more reworks

Heavily considering shacking up Icewing with Rainstorm instead of Mint, and just cutting Mint completely

Why? Because Rainstorm has backstory now as a HalfClan cat and the brother of the ill-fated Rippletail, plus Mintfur has a name conflict with SkyClan Mintfur anyway.

Planning on grabbing ancient RiverClan from the field guides to plug up the ? spaces.

Idk why I feel like Greenflower should have a sibling. Probably going to use them as a kill in TPB.

Grasswhisker might end up too old for Stonestream, but remain as an honor dam with co-parenting, or get an in-between generation.

Maybe she will have Graymist?? And then GRAYMIST is the mate of Pebblefoot or Stonestream...

Eventually I want Troutstream in the Swan/Moss family so... hmm. Maybe Trout is directly from Stone. Honor-siring?

Shadepelt could also have Graymist and that will work pretty well, since it will make Graymist pretty far-removed and also plop her in a Thistle-leaning family

Darkstar's nephew, Perchpaw, becomes Perchshine just before he leaves to join the barn in Darkstar's Commandment. I imagine he had a kitten at one point who was given to RiverClan Cloudtail-style but I'm not sure who it was.

Leopardstar has a sister who survives now because I need the genes. Her name is Carpwhisker. Not fond of the minor canon implication that actually Leopardstar's problems stem from being spoiled. (Also Brightsky is not actually dead, she left the clans. Only Mudfur and Crookedstar know this.)

If you're familiar with Appledusk's litter you've probably noticed already that I split them up, and replaced them. Only Applefrost remains; Duskwater is now the mom of Rainflower, who is the bearer of the curse instead of Shellheart.

I think it's fitting that Mapleshade killed Rain's mom in the storm where she gave birth to Oak and Crooked.

This tree is actually TOO clean, there's 19 unique ancestors on it which I plan to crunch a bit by making some of the oldest cats into siblings.

RE: Check out my Three Strict Rules on the helpful info for the family tree; cats are considered "clean" after 3 generations.

#RiverClan Family Tree #This doesn't even have color yet #It's a lot harder than SkyClan's was since this tree has well over... what? Something like 10 generations by TBC? #Meanwhile SkyClan is like 3 or 4 #Bonefall Rewrite #I actually really wanted to draw Stoneclaw but then I did this :///.

[saintseed-family]

“I think I’ve outgrown these as well,” Janus sighed, trying his best to lace up the front of his trousers.

He had gotten by so far in this experience with his already baggy and large clothing, but he had to admit he was much larger now in the belly and chest and things were beginning to get snug.

“We’ll have to get you some new clothes then,” Thorn replied.  “My mother might still have some of her maternity robes that may fit.”

Janus frowned.  “That’s fine and all, but I’d rather have some clothes of my own,” said Janus, “Your mother is a lovely lady, but I ain’t walking around town wearing her clothes.”

He knew Thorn didn’t fully get this.  Firbolgs didn’t really have a concept of “men’s clothes” or “woman’s clothes” - clothes were clothes, and they were handed down regardless of gender.  Normally this was refreshing, but when Janus has been feeling a bit like a bloated beast with wide hips and a swollen chest, he craved a bit of the normalcy of wearing his own clothes.

In his infinite wisdom, Thorn didn’t push the issue.  “You’re absolutely right,” agreed Thorn.  “Perhaps we can ask Dale to do some modifications to your clothes?  They were always quite good with sewing.”

“If they aren’t too busy,” Janus grumbled.  “I don’t want to bother ‘em too much.”

“Janus, you know my siblings have been dying for an opportunity to help us, my darling,” laughed Thorn. “Dale would be delighted we asked, if you’re comfortable with that.”

Thorn was the eldest of four children.  There was his identical twin sister, Thistlefont, his younger sibling Ferndale, and his youngest brother Mossimo.  Ever since finding out Janus was pregnant, they all had been constantly stopping by his home to offer their assistance with everything: meal prep and laundry, and of course the newly started construction of the second story of their house for the baby’s room.

 Janus was overwhelmed by it, and sometimes it even felt like they were underestimating him.  Learning to accept the help had been difficult, but as the pregnancy went on Janus found himself more and more exhausted.  Thorn’s daily spell helped a lot, but it didn’t change the fact that he still had a baby growing inside him, and it took a lot out of him.  

Thorn assured him that Thistle, Dale and Moss knew Janus could take care of himself, but they wanted to help because they were happy for the two of them and excited about the baby.  Janus figured this was a sibling thing, which he just didn’t understand having been alone his whole childhood.

“A’ight, Dale can help,” Janus sighed.  “As long as they don’t do anything too wild with m’ clothes.”

A week later, Janus found himself sitting on a chair in the living room while Dale rummaged through a bag of the modified clothing they had worked on.

Dale looked very much like Thorn with dark gray long hair and pale soft gray fur, but they wore their hair in a more loose and dramatic style that framed their face with long, messy bangs.  They also had more piercings than Thorn, including a nose ring with a long chain attached to one of their ears.  Janus couldn’t see much of the work they had done while the clothes were in the bag, but he could see lots of colorful patterns that he did not recognize.

“I added extra fabric to some of your looser tops,” they explained, handing Janus one of the tunics.  The side seams had been split, and a wide piece of fabric had been sewn in between with large stitches.  “Added lacing to some of these as well.  You’ll have to do without the leathers for a while for anything but chest support, but the rest of this should be comfortable and functional.”  They pointed at the large stitches.  “These will be easy to remove once your pregnancy is over, and we’ll be able to restitch your tunics to their old size.”

“Thank ya kindly, Dale,” Janus said, taking the offered tunic.  Even though they didn’t quite match, the added fabric was sewn in well enough that someone looking casually might not realize they’d been altered.  He removed the robe he had been wearing and pulled the tunic over his head.  It was loose, but it did not feel too much different than his old clothes had been.

“Mama sent this as well,” Dale said, digging in the bag to pull out a long piece of bright red fabric with yellow stars.  Janus recognized it as some of the specially dyed patterned fabric this village was known for. “She says it’s to help with your back.” 

Janus thought of the wraps he had seen expecting mothers in the village wear.  Long, bright scarves that they wound around the underside of the belly, and then cross their back and around their shoulders.  He hadn’t thought much of it, but it made sense that the scarf was helping support the mothers as they carried such a heavy load.

He took the scarf in both hands, and tried with futility to figure out how to wrap it in a way that would let the fabric actually stay on his rounded body.

“Damn it,” Janus muttered, and he heard Thorn laugh.  “How the hell do they tie these things?”

“Allow me to help, my lovely peapod.”  That was his newest nickname for Janus - the cub was their pea.  The fond laugh Janus found himself giving offset the mild irritation he was feeling about not being able to tie the sash.

Taking the scarf, Thorn got behind Janus and carefully wrapped it around him.  He couldn’t quite see how Thorn was doing it, but he could feel the fabric crossing his back and looping around his shoulders, and that provided just a touch more support than he had before as it lifted his belly, taking some weight off his back.

“Wow that… that feels pretty good!” Janus said as he felt Thorn tying off the scarf.

“You’ll have to practice putting this on without me,” Thorn chuckled.  “I believe these can also be used as a baby sling, so we’ll definitely be getting a lot of use out of it.”

Janus had the fleeting impression of himself with a tiny baby strapped to his back with the bright and colorful scarf, and he suddenly started to tear up.

“Oh no darling, are you alright?” Thorn asked, taking his hand.

“I-I’m fine,” sniffed Janus, doing his best to keep the tears back.  “Just thinking… about the cub.  I know we’re still a ways off, but I just can’t wait to meet them.”

#artist: nekosd43 #oc: theathorn wheatseed #cw: pregnancy #writing #oc: janus saintsire #tmpreg #oc: ferndale wheatseed

[elementaldoughnut12]

"Coming Home To You"

*contains sexual acts and crying and some angst*

*This is based around wargames 2023*

“Ok, does everyone remember the game plan?” Cody asks and receives nods from everyone in the room. “I'll go in first and attack Damian and knock him down a peg” Cody continues with a smile. “I'll go after you and beat JD's bitch ass!” Jey says with a laugh and receives a glare from Knight which causes him to laugh nervously. “I'll go after Jey and give Dominick the beating he desperately needs” Sami says happily as he kisses Jey's cheek. 

“Finally, I'll go after Finn and remind him that I'm a champion and he's just a little bitch who isn't tall enough to go on roller-coasters!” Seth says with his signature laugh and receives a kiss from Knight. “Aren't ya forgetting that ya still got Thistle to worry about?” Knight asks as he cuddles Seth in his lap. “Oh don't worry about that Mr. Knight…” Cody says partially before receiving a glare from Knight. 

“Daddy…” Knight interrupts with a wink. “Oh right… well don't worry d-daddy cause the guy I called in is gonna handle Drew and give us the win” Cody says with a blush. “What if this guy doesn't show up? Then what boy scout?” Knight asks as he sets Seth on the couch, causing him to whine, and walks over to Cody. “H-He'll come! I'm s-sure of it!” Cody says while blushing immensely. “Ya sure about that boy scout? Ya know I would've loved to beat Damian's bitch ass all over the ring! YEAH!” Knight says enthusiastically.

“We didn't want you to go to jail for murder daddy and the guy Cody called seems to have a history with you!” Seth says happily while getting in between Knight and Cody. “Ya right Sunflower! I would've absolutely mauled Damian and ya know what I would've done after?” Knight says with a smile. “No,what?” Seth says while giggling. “This!” Knight says he picks Seth up and smothers him in kisses. “D-Daddy stop!” Seth says through giggles. 

“Just wanted to give my pretty little husband some encouragement before his match!” Knight says as he kisses Seth's forehead and puts him back down. “You always loved giving the younger guys a kiss and a smack on the ass before a match didn't you Ellie?” a familiar voice says that causes Knight to gasp and blush immensely. Knight turns around and is face-to-face with the man he's been in love with for forty-five years…

Randy still looks the same as he always was with only slight changes to his body. His buzzed cut is now gray, he has some fat around his thighs and stomach and he has some lines around his eyes, mouth and forehead but he still looks as handsome as he was when he was twenty and Knight was eighteen. At sixty-five, he looks absolutely stunning and way out of Knight's league. 

Over the years, Knight and Randy screwed around in locker rooms, supply closets and even bathrooms but they never actually “made love” to each other. Knight thought that Randy would never wanna be more than just a one quick hit so he'll be happy forever playing the role of hopeless romantic. “H-Hi Randy! What are ya d-doing here?” Knight stutters while blushing. 

“Well, Cody called me up to help him with this match and I couldn't miss the opportunity to show everybody the apex predator is back! I especially didn't wanna miss the opportunity to see my little Ellie again…” Randy says as he puts his hand on Knight's cheek. Knight whimpers as he leans into the touch. He can feel his dick leaking and his hole clenching desperately on nothing. “I missed you so much Eli” Randy says quietly. “I-I missed ya too daddy” Knight says shyly. 

“How about giving me a kiss for good luck huh?” Randy says with a smile. Knight blushes and presses his lips to Randy's. It's been nearly a year since he kissed Randy and it's still as mind-numbing as he remembers. He wraps his arms around Randy's neck and whimpers as Randy plunges his tongue into his waiting mouth. He can feel himself getting harder as he feels Randy squeeze his asscheeks with his massive hands. When they pull apart a string of saliva connects to their lips. 

“Still as delicious as I remember” Randy says sweetly causing Knight to whimper. Randy kisses Knight's cheek and looks over to the rest of team Yeet. “Take a picture, it'll last longer!” Randy says with a smirk. Everyone automatically looked away from them with a blush on their faces. Except Seth, he was smiling wide with a prominent bulge in his gear. “We're definitely gonna talk about this later but I think it's time to go kick some ass!” Seth says happily. 

“B-Be nice to Clover and Thistle! Ya know how sensitive they are!” Knight says sternly. “No promises!” Seth says with a laugh as he skips out the room with the others in tow. “Don't worry sweetheart, I'll make sure our little husbands don't hurt themselves too much…oh and by the way” Randy says as he whispers in Knight's ear. “There's a bottle of lube and a plug in my bag… what about you get yourself started while you watch daddy fight hmm?” Randy says quietly as he kisses Knight's cheek and walks out the door. 

Taking a minute to collect himself, Knight turned on the tv to watch the match. He locked the door and stripped himself of his clothes, folded them and set them on the coffee table. He shakily pulled out the lube and gasped at the sight of the plug. It was a blue glass plug that was seven inches long and extra girth with a heart gem at the base. Knight blushed immensely at the thought of Randy picking the color to match Knight's eyes. He set the plug on the table and grabbed the lube. 

He squirted some on his finger and snaked his hand down between his legs. He knows his asshole isn't what it used to be. From decades of getting railed by Randy and riding dildos at home, his rim was loose, puffy and misshapen but it proves that he had experience in pleasuring himself. He gently circled his rim, matting the hair around it, and whined when the lube started to warm up when rubbed on his hole. When his rim was covered in lube, Knight whimpered loudly when he plunged his finger all the way in. 

“Oh my god …” Knight moans when he moves his finger in and out of his hole. When one finger wasn't enough, he gently pressed another finger inside and whimpered as he felt himself clench around his fingers. The burning sensation of his rough fingers rubbing against his soft walls feels like euphoria to him. He always loved having a mixture of pain with pleasure. He bends his fingers and moans as he feels his insides stretching. His cock is constantly twitching and leaking precum. He doesn't even give his prostate a second glance as he pumps his fingers faster. 

He can hear the sounds of the roaring crowd on the tv and looks over in time to see Randy on screen. He watches as Randy delivers an RKO to Dominick and pumps his fingers even faster. He wishes it was Randy's fingers inside him instead. So he closes his eyes and imagines it's Randy's thick fingers spreading him open. “Mmmm Randy…” he moans as he inserts a third finger. He uses his other hand to pinch his hard nipples. “Randy… oh my god Randy!” he pants as his dick drools precum, matting the hair on his stomach.

He feels a burning fire in his stomach which means he's gonna cum soon. He looks over at the screen again and sees Randy looking straight into the camera and he blows a kiss. Knight blushes at the scene and fingers himself even faster. “Randy!” he moans as he finally hits his prostate head on. He continues to abuse the spongy button as he twists his aching nipples. The burning sensation is stronger now and his dick is throbbing and red. 

He looks over at the screen one last time as he pulls his fingers out slowly. He watches as Randy gives Damian an RKO and splays his muscular body across the mat. With that he plunges all three of his fingers inside him and hits his prostate with full force. “D-Daddy!” Knight screams as his back arches and thick ropes of cum splatter across his furred stomach and chest. 

He pants as he shakily pulls his fingers out of his quivering hole. He grabs the plug and gently puts it inside him. He whimpers when the plug stretches him and overstimulation sets in. He whines when he feels the cum dry and makes his body hair sticky. He hears the roar of the crowd on the tv and sees that Randy and his team won. He smiles at knowing that Randy pinned Damian and groans when his dick gives a little twitch at the thought of what Randy would do to him tonight. He closes his eyes and falls asleep with that thought in mind.

Sometime later, Knight whines when he feels someone gently shaking him and he tries to swat them away. “Leave me alone…” Knight mumbles, causing the mysterious person to laugh. “If I leave you alone then I have to carry you like a princess all the way to the rental car Eli” the person said as Knight slowly opened his eyes and saw it was Randy. “Alright lemme just put my…” Knight doesn't finish saying as he looks down and sees he's fully clothed. “Oh…” he continues with a blush, causing Randy to laugh. 

“Yeah, after the match I came in here and saw you all cute and covered in your jizz so I cleaned you up and dressed you” Randy says with a smirk. Knight gave him a confused look as he looked around the room. “I don't see any wet rags?” He says curiously. Randy doesn't give him an answer as he just licks his lips like a lion after eating a fresh kill. That action alone made Knight realize that Randy licked all his cum off of him while he was asleep. 

“O-Oh my god…” Knight whimpers while blushing immensely. “Let's get to the rental car ok?” Randy says and receives a shy nod from Knight. He shakily gets up and walks with Randy to the car. The ride to the hotel was quiet but Knight was fully hard when Randy was constantly caressing his thigh. Randy smirks as he sees the prominent bulge in Knight's jeans. 

“Can't help yourself, can you babygirl?” Randy says as he unlocks the door to their hotel room. “I don't think I can when I'm around ya” Knight says shyly.

Randy locked the door behind them and grabbed Knight by the waist and kissed him. “We never did it in a bed have we?” he says curiously. “N-No, we always screwed in supply closets” Knight says with a depressed sigh. “You wanted more from me didn't you?” Randy says as he looks into Knight's eyes. “I assumed ya wanted nothing more than just a tight hole to fuck. If that's the only way I can be with ya then… I'll gladly play the role” Knight says as he feels tears form in the corners of his eyes.

 “How long have you been in love with me Eli?” Randy says as he presses their foreheads together. “S-Since we first met!” Knight says with a sob as tears are flowing down his face. “Oh Eli…” Randy says as he tries to wipe Knight's tears away. “I-I'm sorry! I know ya don't f-feel the same way!” Knight says as he tries to look away from Randy. He feels Randy's hand grab his chin and he's staring back into Randy's eyes. “What if I do and was just afraid to tell you?” Randy says truthfully. 

“W-What?” Knight says confusingly. “I've been in love with you for the past forty-five years and I was afraid to say anything cause I didn't wanna lose what we have if things went wrong…” Randy says as he leans in. When their lips connected, it felt like nearly five decades worth of heartache just disappeared. Knight wrapped his arms around Randy's neck to deepen the kiss and felt himself start to cry again. They pulled away and pressed their foreheads against each other again.

 “I love you Eli” Randy says with a smile. “I love ya too Randy” Knight says quietly with a blush. Randy moves down to Knight's neck and presses a kiss there. He then proceeds to gently sink his teeth into the flesh, causing Knight to whimper. “How about I properly give you the love you've been waiting for all these years hmm?” Randy whispers in Knight's ear. “P-Please Randy! Make me yours!” Knight whimpers as he feels his dick throb in his jeans. 

“You will be Ellie, can you take your clothes off or do you need daddy to help?” Randy asks seductively. “I-I can do it…” Knight says nervously. He shakily takes off his clothes but leaves his boxers on. “Can ya help me with this daddy?” He says while blushing. “Oh of course sweetheart! Lay down for me and I'll help take your pretty panties off” Randy says as he gently pushes Knight onto the bed. Knight lays on the bed and instantly relaxes at how soft it is and lets out a happy sigh. 

Randy smiles as he watches Knight get comfortable on the bed. He proceeds to pull down Knight's boxers and sees his cock fully hard and dripping precum against his furred stomach and on the wild thatch of gray pubic hair at the base. “You're already so wet for me Ellie” he says as he gently swipes the precum off the tip and puts it in his mouth. “You still taste as good too” he says as he watches Knight's blush go down to his neck.

“Daddy! Don't tease me!” Knight whines as he squirms with anticipation. Randy just smiles as he takes his clothes off and watches as Knight's eyes go huge at the sight. Knight always thought his dick was huge being eight and a half inches and thick as hell but his cock wasn't like Randy's. Randy's was nine inches long and thick like a soda can. Knight started drooling at the thought of that thing being inside him in a couple minutes. He felt himself blush even more when Randy noticed. 

“You're so cute when you blush Ellie” Randy says with a laugh. “Thank ya daddy” Knight says shyly. “Always so polite too! God I can't believe I get to have you like this” Randy says as he pulls the plug out of Knight's hole. Knight whimpers at the loss of the plug and clenches on nothing. “You ready sweetheart?” Randy says as he gives himself a few pumps to get himself hard. “Y-Yes daddy!” Knight says desperately.

With his cock now fully erect, Randy pushes his tip against Knight's hole. “D-Daddy please I need ya inside me!” Knight whines as he tries to push his hips down on Randy's dick. Randy kisses Knight's forehead and pushes in, hissing at the feeling of Knight's warm wet hole around his cock. “I thought after railing you all these years you'd be loose but holy shit you're perfect” Randy moans as he lets Knight adjust. “I'm ya perfect girl daddy” Knight says as he pulls Randy down for a kiss.

Having Randy make love to him felt like a dream to Knight. It's like he's a princess that finally gets to be with his prince charming. Knight feels himself tear up a bit and tries to blink them away. He wraps his arms around Randy's neck to keep him close as if Randy would disappear if he didn't. “You're so beautiful sweetheart” Randy says, causing Knight to blush and whimper. “D-Daddy” Knight moans as he tries to shift his hips again and get Randy to move.

Randy chuckles as he thinks it's cute seeing his lover get impatient. “You gotta be patient Ellie! Can you be a good girl for daddy?” Randy says gently. Knight stops his movements and gives a gentle nod. “I-I'll be a good girl daddy” he says as he receives a kiss from Randy. Randy pulls out halfway before pushing in. He takes his time with each thrust, wanting Knight to enjoy the moment. “Oh daddy…” Knight moans softly. 

Randy loves how each thrust makes his princess moan with pleasure. He keeps his thrusts frustratingly slow, being sure to mark every part of Knight. Randy keeps his pace slow but each thrust lands hard and heavy against Knight's prostate. “Harder daddy!” Knight moans as he feels the familiar burning sensation in his belly. Randy starts to thrust a little bit faster and sinks his teeth in Knight's pec. That made Knight tremble as his cock was constantly dripping precum. 

Randy pulls off and looks at the blooming purple bite mark on Knight's chest. “Now people will know you're mine” he says with a predatory smile. “I-I'm all yours daddy!” Knight moans loudly. Randy wants to hear that sound for the rest of his life. He kept pounding into Knight as his lover's moans got louder and louder. “I'm close daddy!” Knight moans. “I am too sweetheart! Just hold on a little bit more ok?” Randy says as he thrusts even faster. 

Knight's moans get louder and the burning in his stomach gets even hotter. He feels tears running down his face at the feeling of Randy hitting his prostate in the most perfect way. “You ready princess?” Randy says while slowing his thrusts. “Y-Yes! Cum inside me daddy! I wanna finally be yours!” Knight says through tears. He wraps his arms and legs around Randy's body and kisses him deeply. 

Randy gives one last hard thrust to Knight's prostate. “Daddy!” Knight screams as he spurts thick ropes of cum all over his stomach and chest. At the same time, Randy plunges his dick root deep and fills Knight to the brim with his seed. They depart from the kiss and look into each other's eyes. “This was the best sex we ever had” Randy says as he wipes away Knight's tears. “Ya don't know how long I've wanted this Randy” Knight says happily.

“I'm sorry I made you wait so long. Let's get you cleaned up hmm?” Randy says as he kisses Knight's forehead. He pulls out and goes to the bathroom to get a wet rag. He comes back and gently washes the cum off Knight's chest and stomach. Knight truly feels like a princess when Randy joins him under the covers and holds him close. “I should've called you mine sooner” Randy says with a smile. 

“Well ya have me now so ya don't have to worry about that” Knight says with a quiet laugh. “What if I told you that you'd never have to be just a quick fuck anymore?” Randy says as he grabs something from the nightstand. “What are ya…” Knight stops talking when he sees a familiar box in Randy's hand. 

“Eli, I'm so sorry I made you think that you were just someone I can use to get my rocks off. You've been by my side since the very beginning of our careers and I regret not doing this sooner. I've been wanting to call you mine for so damn long but I was so afraid that you wouldn't feel the same way. I'm fucking glad that you do love me back and I got another opportunity to do this. You mean the world to me and I want you in my arms for the rest of my life. What I'm trying to say is Eli Knight? Will you marry me?” Randy says as he opens the box and it reveals a gold band with a rose shaped diamond in the center.

“Oh my god Randy! Yes! I will marry you!” Knight says with tears streaming down his face as Randy puts the ring on his finger. He presses his forehead against Randy's and smiles wide. “I never thought I would get to have this!” Knight says happily. Randy pulls him into a hug and kisses him deeply. “You deserve everything Eli” Randy says softly. 

“I can't wait to surprise the baby husbands tomorrow” Knight says, causing Randy to laugh at the nickname. “They're all hanging out with Cody, Sami and Jey in his hotel room so they'll never see it coming” Randy says with a smirk. “I love ya so much Randy” Knight says affectionately. “I love you too Eli” Randy says as he kisses Knight with all the love he can give. Knight then snuggles up in Randy's chest and feels Randy wrap his arms around him.

He's happy he finally gets to be with Randy after all these years. He's excited to tell the other husbands about his new engagement and get them to help with future wedding plans. He's no longer gonna be Randy's fuck buddy… he's gonna be Randy's husband. With that thought in mind, he falls asleep with a content sigh and in the arms of the man of his dreams. 

#18+ content #RKnight #la knight x randy orton #silver daddy la knight? yeah!! #i love my au so much #la knight #randy orton #seth rollins #cody rhodes #sami zayn #jey uso #fic doughnut #daily doughnut

[next-station-willde-central]

(small tw for a bryozoan photo, if you dislike them please skip this post or something like that)

No way, I'm posting

I need to do a coming out - I'm a Warrior Cats artist, forgive my sins (an extremly stylized one, but yes, all of those are cats)

Going from the left upper corner to bottom right one (in a serpentine pattern):

Nine the Fox catification (their name is Carlinepaw - in Polish carline thistle is dziewięćśił, which literally means "nine strenghts", therefore the name)

Half Moon design

An OC of mine, Endlesssnake

Another OC, Deadlyviper/Deadlystar - I made her in 2019 or something like that and decided to remake her

The newest of all these drawings (made 28 March as I speak), Mucedopaw (also my OC)

Clockwise: Gray Wing (at the top), Black Ear, Silver Stripe and White Tail; wanted to do a shot at designing them

I have some more but I just wanted to show my most recent and the best Warriors works

Also don't worry my CLH and Sonic followers, I'll post something normal soon I guess lol

#warriors #wc art #wc artist #warrior cats #warriors fanart #i do stuff #i'm cringe but i'm free

[rotworld]

15: Roses and Thorns

your friend in the woods often asks for help cleaning up his scraps...and sometimes, for more.

->explicit. contains gore, murder, graphic descriptions of corpses, hard vore, D/s dynamic, sadism and masochism, painplay, self-inflicted injury, bondage, size difference, terato.

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“Thistle would like to see you,” says the fox. She’s sitting patiently outside your door, blinking up at you with big, amber eyes and pricked ears. She’s cute, dog-sized with an orange coat and a white belly, black paws like little socks. She also has blood smeared across her muzzle. Like all of Thistle’s animals, she smells like the meadow, a rosy musk wafting from her fur. 

“Now?” you ask. 

“Now,” she says, licking her maw.

There’s no point in arguing. You throw on a cloak and start your journey deeper into the forest. The fox trots alongside you, hopping over fallen logs and weaving through the underbrush. You live on the outskirts, an ordinary woodland with chirping birds dappled sunlight filtering through dense foliage. But it isn’t far until you reach the end of the normal, gentle woods and the start of the Creeping Briars. It seems to get closer every day. 

Birdsong grows distant. Light chokes and fades. The shadows are thick and shifting. The sky is gray in the Creeping Briars, the trees gnarled and twisted. This place is in the grip of neverending twilight gloom without fire, without the gold of the setting sun. It’s remarkable to you that anyone would find themselves at that boundary, the place where the light dies and the prickling silhouettes of the Briars loom dark and foreboding ahead, and keep walking, but people do it all the time. Wagon wheel scars dig into the ashy dirt, all careening down the same beaten path, never returning. The first few bloodied scraps of clothing start to appear, hooked on the ends of pointed branches and clusters of thorns. 

“It’s strange that he keeps asking for you,” the fox says, leering. “It’s even stranger that he keeps letting you leave.”

She wouldn’t hurt you. Not if Thistle asked you to come. Still, you keep an eye on her. “I’m not causing any trouble, as far as I can tell,” you say. The Briars thicken. Your cloak tears in all the spots it’s been mended before, loose stitches and mismatched patches ripped out by outstretched, thorny vines. They sway without wind to move them. When they prick your skin, they shiver in delight. 

The fox says, “Everything causes trouble. Every rabbit I chase troubles me because it makes me run after it.” 

“Isn’t that the point, though?” you ask. “Wouldn’t it trouble you even more if the rabbit jumped right into your jaws and you never got to chase it at all?” 

The fox narrows her eyes at you. She looks angry, and a little impressed. 

Your boot sinks into the mud. Red mud—a bloody puddle. The garden must be up ahead, because everything he doesn’t want has been stripped away and abandoned here. A broken wagon, tipped over on its side and infested with writhing, bloodied roots and vines. A chipped breastplate. Shoes and burlap and swords and trowels. They were after the roses, it seems.

The fox pokes her snout curiously through the heap of discarded things. You go on alone. There’s a wall of trees, a brambly thicket that writhes and closes in around you. It scrapes and pricks at you playfully but it lets you pass. Wet, dripping chunks of those who weren’t as fortunate remain trapped in the tangled mass. 

The garden is just on the other side. The wall opens, the thorns falling away. You come upon a meadow, a moonlit glade carpeted in roses. Their brilliant colors range from scarlet to lustrous gold and deep, lapis blue. Thorny stems slither up your legs and leave sharp, biting kisses beneath your cloak. A human jawbone crunches beneath your boot. A man or something shaped like one kneels in the center of the garden, a handful of viscera clutched in his fist. Sharp, carnivore teeth dig into the fleshy mass with a burst of blood and he tears a chunk free to swallow. 

“I think your fox wants to eat me,” you say. A thorned branch caresses your shoulder, ripping open your sleeve. You step over a severed hand, a half-buried ribcage. Skin and muscle tissue shred between the man’s teeth and blood drips down his chest. Thistle’s skin is rough and ridged like bark, his hair spilling down his back in veined, leafy clumps. He’s all earth tones, browns and greens and the stony gray of the Briars, flecked with moss and mushroom growths.

“She was only trying to scare you,” he murmurs. “She knows you are prey for a much larger beast.” Wood creaks and snaps when he moves. You hear a sick squelch when he finishes the offal in his hand, stringy tissue sticking between his teeth. 

You meander through the roses, grazing your fingertips across their velvety petals. “People tell some really fantastic stories about these, you know,” you say, kneeling to smell one. “In the capital, they’re saying you can crush the roots and make a panacea. Or an aphrodisiac, depending on who you ask.” 

Thistle stands, as solid and looming as any tree in the Briars. His steps shake the garden. “Humans say the most peculiar things about what they cannot have.” His shadow falls across your back. A large, gnarled hand reaches past you, plucking a red rose from the stem. He threads the thorned branch through your hair, tucking it behind your ear. “Did you see anything you wanted? I have no need for things from the human lands. I will dispose of whatever you do not take.” 

“Some of the food, maybe,” you say. His thick fingers stroke your scalp and you lean into the touch like an animal, letting your eyes fall shut. “I could try to start telling people they’re just flowers. Maybe there wouldn’t be so many bothering you then.” 

“Humans are a bother no matter what they do or do not do.” 

“Your fox said something like that earlier.” 

“Did she?” Thistle chuckles. Your cloak catches and drags against his rough palm as he plucks one corner of the fabric, toying with it. “She is right. You bother me more than anyone.” 

He seats himself among the flowers and tugs you into his lap. Your cloak comes off with a tug and a swarm of brambles, twining rose bush stems tangled together like a ball of snakes, comes slithering across your body. Nothing is simple with Thistle. No pleasure without pain. No excitement without fear.

He doesn’t touch you himself, allowing his roses to shred through your clothing and loop around your wrists and ankles, sharp and prickling bondage. The slightest twitch drives razor points into your skin but it’s a struggle to stay still. The air of the Briars is cold and Thistle’s gaze alone has you squirming, feeling uncomfortably vulnerable. 

His gaze is frightening. Vivid, glowing green swims in black sclera. His large fingers curl beneath your chin and tilt your head higher, forcing you to meet his eyes. “It is bold of you to return here, time and again,” he says. 

A fern unrolls along the curve of your spine, lined with sharp barbs, punishing you every time you try to shrink away from him. It nudges forward, pushing you further against Thistle’s broad chest. “You keep inviting me,” you tell him. “No, not even inviting. Ordering me, really.” 

“And you keep obeying.”

You wiggle your hips teasingly and that earns you a lash on the thigh. It stings, the thorns rolling across your skin in a fast, tearing motion that leaves a line of bloodied dots across your leg. You hold in a startled yelp but it’s harder to bite back a whimper when it starts to throb and ooze. “I thought you liked that,” you stammer.

“I like it very much,” Thistle purrs. “It makes me want to push you even more. To see what will make you tell me to stop.” He cups his hand between your legs and you let out a shuddered gasp. His palm is hard and solid, the friction satisfying, but the dryness and uneven texture makes it uncomfortable. You grind on him anyway, entranced by the heat in his eyes and the long, black tongue that darts out to lick the blood from his lips. 

Another spiny length of rosebush wraps around your waist. Every time you move your hips, pushing against Thistle’s hand, it digs into your stomach. Thistle encourages you, cooing soft praise. “Harder, little one,” he murmurs. “If you want pleasure, you will have to chase it. There you go…as lovely as my roses.” Your arms are restrained, brought together behind your back. Your other leg is encircled and painfully stretched taut, spreading you wide open on Thistle’s lap. It’s hard to find a rhythm. You get carried away, start to lose yourself, and the soft prickle turns sharp and biting. There’s no way to move that doesn’t sting. 

But Thistle’s voice is a constant purr, a litany of heated adulation and lust pouring over you. “So wonderfully, perfectly obedient. So soft, so tender. It pleases me to feel you writhe like this, wanting everything I have to give. Harder. Give yourself to me. Surrender to my bite.” 

It takes a lot of trust to do this. Thistle’s thorns are his weapons, the maw of the Briars that chews up anything he deems unwelcome. You’ve seen people turned to mincemeat in a sea of brambles. You’ve seen bodies flayed, butchered, reduced to pulp and gristle, swallowed by the forest. You could die painfully here, in his grasp. He could make it last a long time if he wanted to.

There are tears in your eyes as you desperately rub against Thistle’s hand. You’re rewarded for your persistence, his palm pushed firmly against your sex. You scrape yourself raw and bloody chasing an orgasm that’s always a few steps ahead, just on the other side of every sharp, thorny kiss. Your thighs are a canvas of punctures, your chest heaving with quick, shuddering breaths. Blood rolls down your back, heavy droplets inching along your spine. 

The thorns around your legs tighten and you wail as you’re torn from the edge again, those little knife points lodging in your skin. “Hush,” Thistle soothes you. “You are so, so close, I can feel it. Harder. Show me how badly you want this.” He makes you an animal, strips away all human pretension with his aloofness, the only tenderness afforded in his words. The thorns around your body constrict and not even stillness protects you from the pain. Thistle’s hand doesn’t move. You have no choice but to lean into the thorns, to wound yourself further for pleasure. 

You forget how to speak. All you have left is noise, whining and keening, staring blearily into Thistle’s eyes in search of mercy and finding only cool, calm dominance. You want to cum. You don’t want to disappoint him. There’s absolutely nothing else on your mind but the sensations you’re feeling and the sound of his voice.

“You want to do as I say, do you not?” Thistle murmurs.

You make a wounded sound and nod desperately. 

“Then you will cum, just like this. You will find pleasure in the pain. I know you will, my precious rose.” 

His certainty is all you need to push forward. Half-mindless with lust and frustration, you strain against the thorns and hump Thistle’s hand like your life depends on it. A pleased growl rumbles in his chest and you shriek when he suddenly starts to work you with his fingers, hard, fast strokes that have you trembling in his lap.

You couldn’t hold yourself back if you tried. Thistle’s voice washes over you, telling you how beautiful you are like this, how perfect, how divine, and you cum on his fingers with a sob. He pushes you through it, his fingers coated in your pleasure. The thorns loosen and slither away, still wet with your blood, leaving only the sharpness and heat of overstimulation. 

It’s hard to tell when it stops. You drift, hips bucking involuntarily, your whole body shivering. You come back to yourself once limp in his lap, the bark of his chest scratching up your cheek and one of his thick fingers pumping slowly in and out of you. The time after that, you’re on your back in the garden, rose petals tickling your cheeks. Eventually, you open your eyes and Thistle is gone. Only his thorns remain. They stay out of your way when you leave. A relief, since all you have left to wear is a thin, ragged cloak. 

The fox watches you go, her little head tilted in confusion. She still doesn’t get it. Why hasn’t Thistle eaten you yet? You smile and give her a little wave. The jagged limbs of the Briars fall together in your wake, sealing the path back to the garden. It would be easy for them to catch you and never let go. 

But they don’t. You doubt they ever will. There are hungers the fox can’t understand, ones that can never be sated by devouring.

#rotpeach writes #goretober #original

[gray-thistleclan]

(OOC) I just realized that the layout of the moons changed

Was this aesthetic or is someone cursed

aesthetic but its a maybe on if someone is cursed

i wanted the layout to be edgier more thistle and more gray

[mogai-headcanons]

Every single Clone Trooper from Star Wars is autistic, queer, and has PTSD. I'll go into specific troopers in a bit but I want to make sure I had this sent

(Don't worry, I won't do every named Clone, just ones that had more than one episode of focus within the shows, so that won't even cover all the Commanders. Also feel free to disregard any of them if transparents are too hard)

Clone trooper anon, can I also add that all the troopers are rabiespunk? Still working on the individual Clone headcanon list

Back on the clone troopers (assume they are all autistic, rabiespunk, queer, and have PTSD, but you don't have to include that since I sent in the headcanon of that earlier). Preferably use Clone Wars/Bad Batch designs over live-action or Rebels

Captain Rex is a butch pansensual biplatonic aroace autigender transmascfem nonbinary aroacegender gendersatyr clone with night terrors, chronic migraines, and survivor syndrome. It uses he/him and it/its pronouns.

Commander Cody is a butch gray-aroace cupiosexual veldian autigender transneutral nonbinary agenderfaun clone with night terrors, chronic migraines, chronic pain, and survivor syndrome. They use he/him, they/them, and it/its pronouns.

Commander Fox (red and white armor, there are two clones named Fox) is a gendervoid foxgender genderfox gendernull absentiagender aroace aplatonic gender apathetic foxkin clone with low/no empathy, chronic migraines, chronic pain, night terrors, depression, and dpdr. Fox doesn't care what pronouns are used for Fox, but prefers no pronouns among other clones.

Commander Wolffe is a futch wolfgender howlgender genderhaze aromantic aroallo bi transtidal zororic clone with low/no empathy, chronic pain, night terrors, survivor syndrome, anxiety, and is canonically visually impaired (disabled flag please?). He's okay with any pronouns except for she/her, and is testing out howl/howls pronouns.

Captain Gregor is a thistle femme transfem man pangenderflux genderfluid pan ace translunar transneutral kyureric clone with fluctuating empathy, psychosis, chronic pain, survivor syndrome, dpdr, depression, and a traumatic brain injury (possibly canon, but regardless disabled flag please?). They are okay with any pronouns.

Fives is a soft butch numbergender genderqueer guy genderflux audinic spacegender pan veldian demirose clone with ADHD, OCD, depression, night terrors, survivor syndrome, hyperempathy, and bipolar disorder. He uses he/him and they/them pronouns. They are twins with Echo.

Echo is a futch echogender digigender genderqueer guy fluidflux robotogender techgender electerin steerenic ply veldian-oriented aroace clone with ADHD, OCD, night terrors, survivor syndrome, dpdr, chronic pain, and is canonically an amputee (disabled flag please?). Xe uses he/him and xe/xir pronouns. He is twins with Fives.

Hardcase is a boomgender adhdgender adnurix autigender autix neurotix genderlight genderfloren clone with ADHD, survivor syndrome, and night terrors. He uses he/him pronouns.

Jesse is an audinic nonbinary genderfluid straightrian gai strayt clone with survivor syndrome, night terrors, and psychosis. They use they/them and he/him pronouns.

Kix is an audinic medigender medicalcoric autigender bluegender nonbinary straight transfem man genderlight clone with survivor syndrome, depression, hyperempthy, and chronic migraines. He doesn't care about what pronouns are used for him.

Tup is a ramgender droplen libramale waterren psychogender gendervague ply clone with survivor syndrome, depression, night terrors, psychosis, chronic migraines, and epilepsy. Tup uses he/him pronouns or no pronouns depending on the day.

Hunter is a nonbinary man who leaves his orientation unlabeled. He has chronic migraines, low/no empathy, synesthesia, and misophonia. Hunter exclusively uses he/him pronouns.

Wrecker is a boomgender explosivegender adnurix bungender veldian bunnygender clone with ADHD, chronic pain, social anxiety, a traumatic brain injury, and is hard of hearing and visually impaired (the last three are possibly canon, disabled flag please?). Bun uses he/him and bun/buns pronouns.

Tech is a digigender gendertech electerin psychiren logicgender clone who does not label their orientation. They have ADHD, OCD, social anxiety, and depression. Tech prefers they/them pronouns, but is fine with he/him pronouns.

Crosshair is a sharpgender gendernull agenderfaun genderfaunetflux omni clone with low/no empathy, chronic migraines, AsPD, and OCD. It uses it/its pronouns, with he/him auxiliary pronouns.

Omega is a femme intersex transfem audinicesse gendercute genderfaer clone who is questioning her orientation. She uses she/her, star/stars, and fae/faer pronouns, and fae is experimenting with other neopronouns.

Honestly I had more but I ran out of spoons, and these are the big ones anyways. Feel free to skip any if you can't find or make transparents

queued!

#long post

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 3.5/5

Book Blurb: A witch struggling to regain what she has lost casts a forbidden spell—only to discover much more than she expected, in this enchanting new rom-com by New York Times bestselling author Lana Harper. Six months after having been hit by a power surge that nearly obliterated her memory, Delilah Harlow is still picking up the pieces. Her once diamond-sharp mind has become shaky and unreliable, and bristly, self-sufficient Delilah is forced to rely on friends, family, and her raven familiar for help. In an effort to reclaim her wits and former independence, she casts a dangerous blood spell meant to harness power with healing capacities. While the spell does restore clarity, it also unexpectedly turns Delilah into an irresistible beacon for the kind of malevolent supernatural creatures that have never before ventured into Thistle Grove. One night—just as things are about to go terribly sideways with a rogue succubus—a mysterious stranger appears in the nick of time to save Delilah’s soul. Gorgeous, sultry, and as dangerous as the knives she carries, Catriona Quinn is a hunter of monsters—and half-human, half-fae herself, she is the kind of sly and morally gray creature Delilah would normally find horrifying. Though Delilah balks at the idea of a partnership, she has no choice but to roll the dice on their collaboration. As the two delve deeper into the power that underlies Thistle Grove, they uncover not only the town’s hidden history but also a risky attraction that could upend Delilah’s entire life.

Review:

We return back to Thistle Grove and this time we’re focusing on Delilah Harlow, a witch who is struggling to deal with recovering after having her memories wiped and still trying to find a way to recover them and the length’s she’ll go to to be whole again... even if it means casting a very forbidden and dangerous spell that might make her the target of deadly creatures, however at least there is a gorgeous new half fae monster hunter in town who wants to help her, or does she? Delilah Harlow use to have a sharp mind, she used to recall spells and books, but now? After having her memory wiped by Nina Blackmoore, she can barely remember what things are, her everyday life is a struggle, she can barely remember spells, her own house keys, and has gaps in her memories.  She feels completely helpless and refuses to ask for her, she doesn’t want to be a burden onto others but is fueled with her own rage at her predicament and at the very witch who did this to her who just happens to now be working at her store to try and make it up. Delilah has had enough, so when she casts a dangerous blood spell that was meant to heal her own mind things go very wrong and soon she finds herself the target of dangerous creatures... cue Catriona Quinn, or Cat, a gorgeous and sultry half-fae who is a monster hunter who ends up saving Delilah and offers to protect her... yet there is definitely something more going on not only between their feelings but the fact that Cat has many many secrets that could destroy the blooming relationship between Cat and Delilah, secrets that could destroy the trust in the one person Delilah has begun to open up and trust.... can they save Delilah and make it work? Or was it all a lie? This is the fourth book in the Thistle Grove series and it really focuses on Delilah’s healing journey, from her rage and emotions about what happened to her to coping with the sadness and helplessness about her situation. The romance was very light and just kind of happened, I wish it was a bit more fleshed out and we got more of Cat and Delilah after the third act breakup and how they work out and finally make up. I thought it was a really interesting focus on Delilah’s healing journey, and found it very relatable in how she was so focused on trying not to burden everyone but also closing herself off and refusing to ask for help despite how much her family and friends love her, she just can’t seem to see it in the moment due to her trauma. I wish there was a bit more of Delilah and Cat’s relationship and the ending felt a bit abrupt but overall it was a nice addition to the series and I can’t wait to see where the next book goes and which couple Lana Harper will write about!

*Thanks Netgalley and Berkley Publishing Group, Berkley for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

#book review #bookish #sapphic books #witches of thistle grove

[twstschemer]

“What’s a little fun without some danger?”

Technical Information:

Name: Thistle Star Nicknames: Baby Jellyfish (Floyd); Monsieur Jelly (Rook); Stinger (Terry); Prickly (Terry); Thi (Zayn); Scary Critter (Peter) Voice Actor: Mamoru Miyano (Osamu Dazai, BSD)

Biological Information:

Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Age: 16 Birthday: August 2 Star Sign: Leo Height: 188 cm Hair color: Pink Eye color: Gray Blue Homeland: Coral Sea Family: Mother; Father

Professional Status:

School: Night Raven College Dorm: Octavinelle School Year: First Class: 1-E Student Number: 11 Occupation: Student Club: Basketball Club Best Subject: Defense Magic

Fun facts:

Dominant hand: Left Favorite Food: Seaweed Least Favorite Food: Lobster Dislikes: Snakes Hobbies: Rock collecting Talents: Can rock climb

Appearance:

Thistle is a tall teen with short messy pink hair. He has some star shaped hair clips in his hair. He has gray blue eyes. He wears the standard school uniform.

Personality:

Thistle has a lazy and mellow attitude. He doesn’t like to do things when he doesn’t feel like it, and has to be pestered into doing it.

Background:

Thistle comes from a small family that lives in the Coral Sea. He was content with the life he had and would spend his days relaxing and lazing about. However, his parents would often encourage him to do more because they believed he had a lot of potential. Not wanting to be nagged more, he signed himself up for a magic school.

Unique Magic:

Thistle’s Unique Magic is called Jellyfish Sting. It lets him temporarily stun whoever he touches. This lasts for 5 minutes.

Chant: “Don’t mess with something you don’t understand. I warned you, Jellyfish Sting.”

Trivia:

Thistle is a jellyfish merman.

He thinks it is pretty cool.

He collects rocks because he has discovered the surface has so many different ones.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #male twst oc #twst male oc #oc: thistle star #repost

[toontwink]

☆ ☆ ☆ficccc

Star 1: Excerpt from Brassius/Grusha fic I wrote in February.

If Grusha never had to attend one of those league parties again, it would be too soon. The night air outside was frigid, but nothing compared to what it would be like on the mountain when Grusha eventually got home. He figured the least he could do was walk Brassius home, especially knowing that he intended to walk back on his own otherwise. It was something that a date would do, after all; even though Grusha didn't think the role suited him, he wanted to make an effort for Brassius's sake. That being said, however... "You said Artazon is close by, right?" Grusha felt somewhat foolish asking this question after they had been walking for upwards of 20 minutes already. Truthfully, Grusha wasn't very good with walking long distances. "Yes yes, we're about halfway there." Brassius said, unphased. Halfway? Grusha could feel his eyes glaze over. He did notice, however, a picnik table nearby; an opportunity for reprieve from his aching legs. "Could we... sit down for a moment?" Grusha asked, getting flashed a quizzical look from Brassius; unlike Grusha, he showed no signs of being winded from the trek. "Oh! Of course." Brassius smiled. Grusha felt warmth creeping into his cheeks but pretended it was just the cold air. "Thanks." He said sheepishly before setting himself down on one of the wooden planked seats, feeling immediate relief from being off of his feet. Brassius took a seat beside him. It was a little close for Grusha, especially when the entire table was available, but he decided against saying anything; if Brassius didn't think it was weird Grusha certainly didn't want to make it weird by speaking up. "We can let our Pokemon get some fresh air as well." Brassius suggested. "Ah, that's a good idea." Grusha agreed as the two sent out their parties. Right out of the gate Brassius' Smoliv demanded to be held by it's Papa while the other Pokemon played with one another. Brassius plopped the tiny Pokemon on his lap, giving it affectionate pets and scratches as he watched the others enjoy themselves. "Thanks for coming with me today." Brassius' eyes didn't leave the scene of playing Pokemon as he spoke. Those gray eyes -or perhaps they were more like thistle, Grusha was unsure- were oddly beautiful. "Don't mention it." Seriously; it wasn't like Grusha wasn't going to be attending anyways. "You know, it was awkward though." Grusha admitted. "Yeah." Brassius agreed, "but it would have been much worse if you weren't with me." That was probably true, Grusha thought to himself. Amidst Brassius' Pokemon was a familiar face that Grusha had not been expecting. "You brought Snover." Grusha remarked. Brassius grinned and Grusha could have sworn he saw a light flush on Brassius's cheeks.

[I did not write any connective tissue here]

"Her." Grusha corrected. "Hm?" Brassius seemed confused. "Snover is a girl." Grusha repeated, pointing at the Pokemon. "Look at the body for a second." Brassius did so, his gaze settled on the small Pokemon. "Yes? I'm looking." "See how the midsection is white? Male snover have a brown midsection." Grusha explained; it was a rare opportunity for him to show off his knowledge of ice-type Pokemon. "Oh! So that's how it is!" Grusha couldn't tell if Brassius was just humoring him or if he was actually interested in Snovers' sexual dimorphism. He decided not to think about it too hard. "You two really did hit it off, though. I wonder if you're always this popular with grass-types..." Grusha said this to himself, but since Brassius was right beside him, he responded anyways. "Well certainly not always, but you know... I just love grass-types. And... sometimes -if I'm lucky, that is- grass-types will love me back." It was such a simple idea, Grusha understood completely. To love freely and receive that same kind of love in return... The thought made Grusha feel warm. Brassius smiled awkwardly at the expression on Grusha's face. "What?" He asked with a light chuckle. Grusha blushed; what kind of expression had he been making while he had been lost in thought? "N-nothing." Grusha stammered, "I was just thinking that I know what you mean." After all, Grusha himself was fond of ice-types, even after he had to quit boarding. There was a moment of silence before Brassius spoke up. "Are you feeling any better?" He asked. He must be bored waiting for me, Grusha thought to himself. "Yeah. Sorry, I guess you don't want to stay out here all night, huh?" "... Maybe I do." Brassius said softly. "Huh?" Grusha asked but Brassius shook his head. "Nothing. If you're ready, we should probably keep walking." Grusha got up from the picnik table only to find Snover standing by his feet, looking up at him curiously. "Hey girl." Grusha crouched to get closer to eye-level with the smaller Pokemon. His knees screamed at him for doing such a thing but he ignored it. He couldn't help but be fond of her; she was an ice-type, after all. She was also Brassius's Pokemon, but that probably wasn't related. "You're going to be such a strong big sister, aren't you?" He asked with a small smile on his face. He could already imagine how she would look as an Abomasnow, easily towering over Brassius's other grass-types. "I'm counting on you." He finished, barely a whisper as he tried to hide his words from Brassius's ears. When Grusha looked up, however, the grass gym leader was already watching him. "Who was it who's loved by grass-types again?" Brassius teased. "Snover also happens to be an ice-type. So obviously that's why..." Grusha smiled. The two chuckled before finally settling their Pokemon away.

Star 2: Excerpt from the Hassius fic I mentioned a few days back about the fluffy bedtime snuggles.

"Let me know if you're too warm." Brassius said softly, his free hand curling around to secure Hassel's head against his chest, thumb lightly brushing against his hair. The silky material of Brassius' pajama top smoothed across Hassel's cheek as Brassius' chest smushed against him.

"Do you remember doing this for me all those years ago?" Brassius asked. "Mm, you're referring to back at the hospital?" Hassel asked, unsure. Brassius began petting Hassel's hair in longer strokes. "Yes. You told me -well, I don't remember the exact words, but it was something like 'cry as much as you need to; I'm here with you'." Upon hearing Brassius mention crying, Hassel clearly remembered the night that Brassius was referring to. The night before a major surgery, and Brassius was terrified, inconsolable and shaking in his arms. He had felt so powerless then, only able to provide a body for Brassius to weakly cling onto.

"Once I finally wore myself out, I noticed I could hear your heartbeat and feel your chest rise and fall with your breathing." Hassel noticed this as well: the gentle thumping of Brassius' heart in his ear, his soft breathing with the ascending and descending of his chest. It was soothing. "I don't mean to dredge up rough memories. I only bring it up because I'm grateful that you've stayed with me all this time. That's precisely why if you want companionship, I want to be there for you. Not out of an obligation to repay you, but to reciprocate your devotion with my own." "Brassie..." "Ah I'm talking too much, aren't I? I'm sorry, I'll let you sleep." "No, that's not it." Does Brassius even realize the things he's saying? Hassel wondered that to himself, poorly resisting the urge to cry. A sniffling noise all but confirmed he had failed at this. Brassius' chuckled, fingers returning to stroke Hassel's hair again. Another sniffle, a slight headbutt to the chest and a muffled approximation of "thank you so much". Brassius rested his head on Hassel's, smiling lips pressed against his hair.

Star 3: This is from, like, a chapter 2 ish point in a young hassius fic I've just been calling "the apartment au".

Morning came with what seemed like a single wink as Brassius struggled to get out of bed; stuck between his body feeling too tired to rise and the rays of sunlight creeping through the window being too warm and bright to sleep through. He turned his head so that his face was absorbed by his pillow, letting out a groan. It didn't take long, however, until Brassius could hear the pitter-pattering of tiny footsteps running across the floor; undoubtedly prompted by the sounds of Brassius being awake. He heard small whimpers and the thumping of steps, then, felt a thud into the bed beside him. Brassius turned his head to look at his little friend: a Smoliv. "Good morning, Minnie." Brassius smiled softly at her. There was something about that perpetual sobbing face that made him want to handle her as if she were made of glass. He knew that it was just a Smoliv's usual countenance; much like Sunflora's smile, it didn't always reflect the way the Pokemon was actually feeling. "I hope you weren't awake by yourself for too long." He said, more to himself than to her. Minnie was somewhat displaced on her side, her small body sunken into the sheets from where she initially landed. She had launched herself into the sheets from the foot of the bed after climbing the step ladder that Brassius had left for her. She kicked her stubby legs. "Full of energy, are we?" Brassius asked, surprised by the sound of his own chuckle that followed; the sheer volume of it. He pet her head affectionately and she replied with a small coo. Brassius was thankful that Minnie came to retrieve him from bed; the sight of her giving him some energy. "OK, time to get up."

#sparkle on! it's wip wednesday

[bonefall]

attempted to translate some of my ocs names into clanmew!! any corrections would be appreciated i love doing these :)

Silverglow - Ssoenshayu (Silver-light source) I couldn't find an exact match for 'glow' so I used 'shayu' (light source) as my next closest thing for what I wanted to convey

NIGHTFACE - Oogarbauss (Nighttime-face) I kind of went back and forth on which time of night I wanted to use before settling on 'oogar' (between vesper and twilight) because she rusts in the sun so she's not like midnight black

PALEWISH - Shemshubshaba (Shining-gray-prayer) The closest I could find for 'pale' was a combination of 'shem' and 'shub' to make Shining-gray?? If there's something better I didn't know what to look for

PRICKLEFANG - Nyypki (Harmless thorn-canines) I thought it'd be cute to use 'nyyp' (harmless thorn) instead of 'nak' (thorn) because ol' prickle is more bark than bite :)

LARGEGAZE - Morrwoipo (Large-eye) Closest I could get for gaze was 'ipo' (eye)? I don't know if there's something like 'seek' or 'look/looking' in Clanmew but that's what I could find

LEAPINGCLAW - Luarkach (Jumping-claw) Jumping is basically a synonym of leaping so I went with that

Sometimes names come up and I wish I had a like, "Featured user translations" section in my Clanmew masterpost, because Pricklefang's is absolutely perfect. I love what that says about the character, I recently made a word for prickle which was "small stings" (Beki) but I LOVE "harmless thorn fang," that's A+

But, anyway, onto some new vocab!

Quickly, tho, on "Shayu"

"Shayu" is light, but specifically, a place where the light comes from. It's the stars, it's the sun, it's fire. Things that produce a glow, implying that something marked with 'shayu' is a light.

So for example, Finchlight's Clanmew name is Wibuchshayu. Goldfinch-Light, a thistle-eating finch that is glowing as if it was a fire.

I want to keep that, so these words are going to be complementary to it;

Glow = Ahai The light that comes off a shayu, reflecting on other objects in the area. Like a cave lit up by a warm flame, or the light of the stars that illuminate your path. It's less targeted than a 'beam' (ane)

Halo = Owosha Take special note of this word; does it sound familiar? "Washa" is the word used for ShadowClan, and it's noted to not be related to the words for darkness or shade. That's because these two words are related! Ancient Lakemew cousins! Washa is better translated as umbra. It's a dark moon, it's the shadow cast behind you. Owosha is the opposite, it's penumbra. This is the glow around the moon, the light that's caught on fur, a shine that creates an outline.

Next, on "pale"

Currently there's "Loerr" for 'dim,' like a dark, desaturated color... but that doesn't quite cover "pale," which like a light, desaturated color. So here,

Pale/Pastel = Olurr

Can be translated interchangeably; this word refers to light, delicate colors. They don't apply this to "pale skin" in medicinal terms, because they are covered in fur!

And, lastly, just as a footnote, I added some words for types of watching;

Pipeni/Pipen/Pipe = Watched/watching/will watch Used in "watching minnows dry," for keeping your extended focus on a thing. Note that Clan cats equate hearing and vision and find them a lot more 'equal' in their importance than humans.

Paohaoha/Paohao/Paoha = Travel, walking with intent to find something, seeking This one's not gaze-related, but it may be closer in vibe to what you're looking for. This is for 'seeking' something, trying to find a thing, questing, so on.

#Clanmew

[saintseed-family]

He had undressed down to his smalls, and sat on a comfortable lounge that once was used for examinations when Thorn’s parents had worked in the temple.  Since Thorn had taken over new furniture had been added to the healing ward, so this lounge found a new home with the old temple keepers.

Rosameede Wheatseed was a sweet older firbolg woman with graying hair to match her gray fur, and Janus could see that many of Thorn’s soft features clearly came from her.  She was elegant and kind, and had been the first person they had told about the baby.  Thorn was capable of doing a medical examination for Janus, but he didn’t feel comfortable trying to be objective about his husband and future child, so they had turned to Rosameede, who had plenty of experience as both a midwife and a healer.

When he was laying down like this there was no mistaking that he was pregnant.  The lacing of his smallclothes allowed him to adjust for his changing size, but it also smoothed his silhouette under his clothes. Here, unlaced and bare, the small bump had rounded out his belly into a fine curve, and every day he was feeling the small movements of the baby more and more.  He tried to lay back on the cushion that had been provided, trying not to be embarrassed by the way his belly stuck out so much more than he was used to.

“Do you want to know the sex?” Rosameede asked as she leaned forward, closer to Janus.

“No,” Janus replied.  “Doesn’ make too much of a difference to me.  I’ll love ‘em the same either way.”

“Oh, I’m so glad to hear you say that,” she said, giving him a soft smile.  “There are so few genuine good surprises in the world, and I think this should be one of them.  Besides, you know as well as I do things don’t always turn out the way we think they will.”

“Very true,” Janus laughed, thinking not only of himself but Thorn’s identical twin sister who was waiting for them in the living room.

“We do want to know if it’s twins though,” Thorn affirmed as if he had picked up what Janus was thinking.  “I know you said it was a shock to find out that when Thistle and I were born, we’d like to be prepared if it runs in the family.”

“Yes Thistle was a surprise,” she said, gently spreading Janus' knees so that she could slot between them. “And she kept surprising me long after she was born.  Based on how you're carrying it doesn’t look like twins, but who knows with mixed breeding.”

“You can tell just by lookin’?” Janus asked.

“You can tell a lot of things when you’ve seen enough pregnancies,” she said, putting her hands together and beginning to cast the spell.  “But I admit, I’ve never seen a pregnancy quite like yours, Janus.”

Golden light shone from her hands as she rested them carefully on his belly, gathering the shape of it and probing lightly with her fingertips.

“Your health is good,” she said, eyes closed as she took in what the spell was telling her.  “Heart rate is good, blood is clean.  You haven’t noticed any swelling, have you?”

“Just the normal kind around th’ middle,” Janus joked.

She laughed softly.  “That’s good.  I can’t be too certain given the orc heritage, but you seem to be coming along well enough for the timetable I’d expect on a normal firbolg pregnancy.  Honestly, it’s hard to tell because you’re smaller, everything looks big on you.”

“Probably the first time in my life being my size has been considered small,” laughed Janus.  But it was true, Janus normally towered over most people, and Thorn was a whole head taller than him.  Firbolg babies were most likely going to be much bigger than regular ones.

“I’m ready to check the baby,” she said.

Thorn took Janus’ hand and squeezed it tightly.  There was a moment of silence as the magic went deeper inside of him.

“I sense… they have a heartbeat.”

Even though they had expected as much, both Thorn and Janus sighed in relief

“Let’s see.. four limbs,” she said, voice going dreamy as she tapped into the magic to allow her to “see” the baby.  Thorn said it wasn’t really seeing, it was more sensing the energy and magic the baby had and interpreting that, but it did give a sense of shape and size as well as overall health.  “And… seems like… I sense a tail.”

“They have a tail!” Thorn cried, his own tail thumping next to the bed in delight as he squeezed Janus’ hand even tighter.

“Anything else?” Janus asked.  He didn’t know what to expect - what would this baby even look like?  Would they be green like him, or covered in fur like Thorn?  They had a tail, but what else would they inherit?

“I’m not sensing any abnormalities,” she continued.  “Heartbeat is steady, no unusual positioning.  Head is a good size.  We will have to keep doing checkups to see if anything changes, but I’d say you have a happy, healthy baby in there.”

Her magic dimmed, and she leaned back to allow Janus space to close his legs.

“I can’t believe it Thorny…” Janus said, his voice full of awe as he looked at his husband with a smile.  “I’m going to be a… We’re going to be dads!”Dad.  It was the first time Janus had allowed himself to say the word.

#artist: nekosd43 #oc: theathorn wheatseed #cw: pregnancy #writing #oc: Janus Saintsire #oc: Rosameede Wheatseed