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antimatterz · 7 months

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IT'LL ALWAYS BE YOU.

dan heng (il) x gn!reader

summary: dan heng shows you his true form.

cw: fluff, spoilers for dan heng il, established relationship, assuming dan heng can switch between his human and vidyadhara form freely.

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dan heng had to talk to you.

his tone had been urgent but gentle when he told you so. and you weren't sure, but there seemed to be a hint of nervousness lingering, too. as much as you hated to admit it, his request left you antsy and restless, anticipation unwrapping in a way that was slightly negative. what did your beloved want to talk about?

a lot had happened on the xianzhou luofu, all while you were aboard the astral express, oblivious to what was going on. now, as the aftermath was taken care of, you were finally aboard the gigantic flagship. that brought you a realization. dan heng was likely just going to fill you in on all that happened, right?

you were about to find out that you weren't wrong.

"i'll make it quick, love," dan heng said to you, after a long silence had dragged between you – one filled with nervousness and uncertainties. it was clear that something was bothering your lover, and you had no clue what it was. surely, it had something to do with the events on the luofu? "i assume mr. yang already told you a little about all that happened here?"

you nodded. although it was quite hard to follow, welt did his very best to explain the events on the xianzhou luofu. it was a lot to take in, and you struggled to make a well-flowing story of it. you could tell the luofu has had to deal with unbound chaos.

"did he tell you anything about the vidyadhara and their high elder?" dan heng asked, to which you nodded again.

unbeknownst to where this was going, you just looked at him curiously. welt had already emphasized the vidyadhara, as if something of importance happened specifically regarding the ancient race. you didn't think much of it, but now that dan heng brought it up, you couldn't help but think back to it.

"good," your lover spoke firmly, his adam's apple moving as he swallowed nervously. "if that's the case, i have to show you something. take a step back for me, angel. i hope you won't think of me differently."

i hope you won't think of me differently.

what?

albeit a little confused, you followed his request and took a few steps away from dan heng. in that very instant, an iridiscent bubble wrapped around your lover, floating up towards the sky. you gasped, hands clasping over your mouth as you witnessed what occured afore you. bolts of light danced around the levitating sphere, and inside you found the silhouette of what you assumed was your lover. your heart was pounding; you had no clue what was going on, and why dan heng was consumed by a gigantic sphere of water and light. but ultimately, the bubble released him and he gently lowered himself towards the ground.

afore you stood a figure so familiar, yet so different all the same. charcoal hair that danced on the breeze, quiet gaze on you with a hint of adoration – a gaze you knew so well. but as his eyes used to be grey, his irises turned into a pale yet vivid blue. long strands of black hair cascaded down along the sides of his head and his back, and two short horns poked from between his bangs. dan heng had always been beautiful, but the way he now stood afore you was astoundingly stunning.

"d-dan heng, what is–" you stammered, but you didn't manage to bring out anything more.

"i am the reincarnation of the vidyadhara's high elder, and this is my true form," he confessed. "during the events on the xianzhou luofu, i got to learn about my past, and most importantly, about myself. this is who i am, y/n. i hope you can accept–"

"aeons, you are gorgeous," you said, still slightly at a loss for words. dan heng was so nervous about your reaction, and your first instinct was to reassure him that everything was okay. you shot him a smile, and you were convinced you were looking at him with heart eyes.

you knew dan heng had a past that haunted him, one that he was very secretive about. but not in your wildest dreams was this what you were expecting. your lover being a vidyadhara – not just that, but the high elder. he was beautiful beyond human standards, with his draconic features.

still smiling, you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around the man you loved. he was quick to reciprocate the gesture, melting against you as relief washed over him. you breathed in his scent. it hadn't changed, and you relished in its familiarity. this was your lover, regardless of his form.

"i love you, dan heng," you sincerely told him, pulling back ever so slightly so you were able to look him in his beautiful eyes. "it matters not in which form you appear before me. it'll always be you."

a smile found its way to dan heng's lips, faint but unmistakenly there. ever so gingerly, he cupped your cheeks. his lips ghosted over yours, but before he engaged in a kiss, he whispered to you the words,

"i love you too."

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai #dan heng #— enyo writes #honkai: star rail #dan heng x reader #dan heng imagine #dan heng imbibitor lunae #dan heng imagines #imbibitor lunae #imbibitor lunae x reader #dan heng il #il dan heng

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iamthecomet · 4 months

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mounty/rora size difff!!!!! im insane!!!!

like imagine they’re in the kitchen and roras tryna grab somethin high up and mount comes up behind and just. engulfs her. idk if i were her i would lose it.

also dom mountain? maybe? calling her his “little princess” and making her take him all at once?

(maybe some really light cnc like hes “making” her take it no matter what she wants)

idk i love them

I got SO carried away with this. I am NOT SORRY. 2.3k words of MountRora under the cut. Despite the CNC mention in the ask everything in the ficlet is enthusiastically consented to on screen. Though, Mountain does have a few thoughts (before anything actually happens) that could make things seem dubious. So keep that in mind before you read. I absolutely took some inspiration for their normal dynamic from this post by @miasmaghoul because her brain is gigantic.

The new ghoulette makes Mountain feel like he’s losing his mind. He hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off of her since they were introduced. Her miniscule frame tucked under one of Copia’s arms as he gave her and Aeon a tour of the ghoul wing.

He knows her better now. Enough that when he lays in bed at night with one hand on his cock and her on his mind he doesn’t feel quite as bad as he did that first night. Face down on his pillows, knuckles wedged between his teeth so that when he came in hot spurts he didn’t accidentally whimper the name of the freshly summoned ghoulette in the next room.

Now, a few months in, the thoughts are no less impure but he knows they’re welcome. Knows she thinks the same things. Finds her at his door in the middle of the night, barely clothed and already soaked for him. Slipping into his lap with ease and grinding against him until she cums–until he does too. Splattering cum over his stomach as she works him through it with her tongue in his mouth.

It’s not enough.

Mountain watches her from the couch as she stretches up onto her toes and tries to reach something on the very top shelf of the game cabinet. Spine stretching, fingers waggling as she tries to reach. Almost hopping on her toes in a futile attempt to bump whatever game she’s hoping for close enough to grab.

Mountain delights in watching her. In looking at the little sliver of skin that shows as her shirt rides up. On the way her ass looks in her leggings. Eyes tracing the dip in her waist, knowing he can touch his fingers around it when he holds her.

He’ll get up and help her–of course he will. Though, she’ll never ask. Determined to do it herself. But he’s going to let her struggle for another minute and enjoy the view.

He pushes himself off the couch when she starts to show signs of planning to climb the cabinet. He presses right up against her. Ducks his head to press his chin to the crown of her head, right between brutally sharp opalescent horns.

“Which one?” he rumbles. Curling one arm around her waist, palm flat against her belly. That warm strip of skin under his calloused palm. She growls, high and playful. And he pulls her tighter, presses her body right up against his until he knows she can feel how hard he’s gotten pressed right against her spine.

“Monopoly,” she says, pressing back against him. Standing on her toes in an attempt to grind her ass back against him. “Why do you put it so high?” “Big boxes go on the top shelf.”

“Nothing should go on the top shelf.” She huffs as he pulls it down and presses it into her waiting hands.

“Who are you playing with?”

“Aeon and Swiss, do you want to come too?”

Mountain shakes his head. He digs his fingers into her stomach just a little and then releases her. She turns in his grip, box held between them. “I don’t like monopoly. Too competitive. And Swiss always cheats.”

She frowns. “He promised he wouldn’t–”

“He’s a liar.” He kisses her between the horns. “Will you come see me after?”

She looks up at him. Violet blush darkening her cheeks and the tips of her ears. She smiles, slow and easy as she nods. “As soon as we’re done.”

“That a promise?” Mountain teases.

She licks her lips, nods again, short and curt this time. “Yes, sir.”

His cock kicks in his pants, drools pre into the dark gray fabric. Aurora grins at him, and then slips away, out of the door. Mountain sags back into the couch. He palms at himself–not enough to really get anywhere. Just a little pressure, a little relief as he thinks about her. About what he wants to do–no–what he’s going to do to her. She wants it too--he knows it.

The grinding is all well and good, but he wants to be inside. Wants to press deep and feel the way her body changes as he fucks into her. To reach places no one else ever has or ever will again. He closes his eyes, tips his head back against the back of the couch and tries not to blow it just over the thought of her.

⛧ Mountain keeps himself as busy as he can stand. Takes a trip to the greenhouse and tries to think about deadheading flowers instead of pinning Aurora down on his bed and fucking her senseless.

He works on dinner, and somehow doesn’t burn anything despite doing the entire thing on auto pilot–much to Dew’s disappointment.

The fire ghoul kicks him out mid-way through with a frustrated grimace.

“I’m trying to help, Dew,” Mountain says in protest as Dew bullies him from the kitchen.

“Then help, by being literally anywhere else. I can smell how hard you are. Go jerk off or something.”

Mountain retreats to his room. There’s a knock on the door three minutes later–not that he was counting.

Aurora doesn’t wait to be let in, she’s pushing past him as soon as he opens the door. Shucking her shirt off and throwing it to the side before Mountain has even locked them in. And then she’s on him. Coming up on her toes as he bends to meet her. Lips sealing together as her clever fingers slid under his t-shirt and up to roll already pebbled nipples between deft fingers. He growls, hauls her close. Nearly off her feet in his attempt to pull her into his skin with him. Tongue delving deep into her mouth–less about pleasure and more about claiming.

“Who won?” he asks as he pulls away long enough to pull of his shirt. She wiggles out of her leggings and underwear in one go and Mountain feels the last of his coherent brain cells die when she bends over to pull them off of her ankles. Exposing her soft pink cunt to his hungry gaze. She’s wet already, folds glistening as she shifts from one foot to the other.

“Swiss,” Aurora says as she finally untangles herself. “He cheated.”

“Told you.”

Aurora is right up on him again, his back against the door. Her hand slipping down his pants to curl her fingers around his cock. He shoves at his waistband. Desperate to get them off so he can see. So he can watch the way her fingers don’t meet when she holds him. She stands on her toes and nips at his jaw. Stroking from root to tip as he finally frees himself. Fire licking up his spine as she tightens her grip to milk a pearl of pre from the tip.

“‘Rora,” Mountain whispers, pressing his forehead to the top of her head, both of them looking down. Watching the way she strokes him. The head flushed and shiny. Her fingers looking so small–so impossibly dainty around him. “Wanna try something.”

“Hmm?”

“Let me fuck you.” Not a question. A demand. A need. No room for argument in it. Aurora pulls her head back so they can really see each other, she tips her head, lip pinned by a razor sharp fang.

“It’s too big. Won’t fit.”

Mountain steps closer, she goes back. Doesn’t let go of him, doesn’t stop dragging her thumb over that spot under the head that makes him twitch. He crowds her back until she’s forced to sit on his bed. Forced to crane her neck to look up at him. He reaches down, strokes her hair out of her face, tucks one strand behind her ear.

“I’ll make it fit.”

He watches her throat work as she swallows. Watches the way her pupils go just that much wider. She’s moon-eyed and slack jawed as she looks up at him. Thighs clamped together, shifting just ever so slightly in search of friction.

She nods. Eyes never leaving his. Cheeks dark, breath shallow. When he pushes her back to lay on the bed, she falls like a rag doll. Easy. Chest heaving as he climbs above her. Mouthing at her jaw, and lower. Over sharp collarbones, and rosey nipples. Pressing the flat of his tongue to each bud as he sucks them into his mouth. Assualting them with just enough teeth to make her gasp and arch up into him.

He leaves a trail of open mouth kisses down her stomach, over her hip bones, down to her cunt. Pressing his lips over her clit. He drags his tongue through her folds. Gathering slick. Letting the taste of her white out every other thought.

He presses one finger inside of her as he pulls back. Watching as her eyes flutter closed, one hand toying with one of her nipples, the other sunk deep into the mess of her own hair. She whines, hips rolling down to meet his hand as he presses as deep as he can. “Gonna make you take it,” Mountain says, bending down to suck her clit into his mouth as he gives her another finger.

She nods dumbly, tucking her chin into her chest to watch him. Their eyes meeting over the soft plain of her body. “Yeah. Yeah. Make me take it. Ruin me.”

His cock kicks and spits against the comforter as he fingers her. Adding a third. Unable to think about anything else except the musk of her on his tongue and the way these velvet walls will feel clamped around his cock. How it will feel when she cums on it.

Mountain doesn’t have the patience to wait anymore. Not with the way she’s fluttering around his fingers. Not with how her clit pulses against his tongue.

He slips his fingers from her body, and allows himself a moment to admire her as he pulls away. To watch as she clenches around nothing. To see the way she drips onto the bed.

He shuffles forward, tucks her legs around his hips. He drags the blunt head of his cock over her swollen clit and revels in the way she mewls beneath him. Hands twisting in the sheets, hips twitching closer. “Look at you,” he says. Dragging his cock through her folds, watches the way she opens for him. He lines himself up, just barely touching her. It would take nothing to split her open on it. He should go slow–should take his time.

“C’mon,” she insists. “Put it in. Stop teasing and–”

Mountain surges forward. He bottoms out in one thrust. His hips flush with hers. She wails. Eyes rolling up in her head, body clamping down hard on him. Her heel digs into his ass, just above his tail. He grabs her as she arches, both big hands on her waist, thumbs almost touching just under her belly button.

The next thrust makes her tear up. Wetness clinging to delicate lashes as she clamps her eyes closed and keens. Mountain gives up on slow and steady almost immediately. Leaning forward to bend her in half and pound in. Over and over again. Each slick slide a new revelation. Each noise she makes dragging him closer and closer to the end. He sets his thumb to her clit. She opens her mouth and nothing comes out, just a ragged pleasured breath as she takes every inch he gives her.

She cums with a cry. Clamping down so hard on him he’s almost forced out. Eyes rolling back, body going taught as her toes curl against his back and she pulses around him. He fucks her through it, keeps his thumb rolling over her clit until she bats his hand away.

“So fucking tight, Rora. fucking perfect. All mine.” Moutain’s babbling now. White hot pleasure coiling deep in his gut. She’s boneless beneath him. Fucked dumb and breathless. She reaches up to press her hand over his heart, to drag her thumb over a nipple. Each thrust forcing the breath from her, along with little startled noises as he goes just a little harder, a little deeper.

“Gonna–fuck–can I? Let me cum inside?”

Aurora nods, lips parted, drool gathering at the corners. “Yeah. Yeah. Do it. Make it sloppy.”

Mountain gets one more thrust in, shoving in as deep as he can before he starts to shoot, vision whiting as the hot clutch of her drags him under.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “Thank youthankyou.”

She reaches up, tangling fingers in the sweat damp hair at the base of his neck and pulling him down to kiss him. Fangs nipping as his lip as she does.

A sharp knock at the door pulls Mountain away from her with a start.

“You’d better be done fucking now,” Dew’s voice carries through the door. “Dinner’s getting cold.”

“Coming!” Aurora calls.

“Yeah,” Dew mutters just loud enough for them to hear, sarcasm biting through his words. “I bet you are.”

Mountain pulls out of Aurora with a hiss. He wants a few more minutes. Time to admire the way his cum drools out of her. Time to bury his face back between her legs and clean her up–to lick his mess out of her until she’s crying and shaking beneath him.

Instead, he stands up and starts to get dressed. Heart still hammering in his chest, nerves still alight with pleasure. Aurora stretches, arms above her head, body on full display, until something in her spine pops and she sighs, satisfied.

“After dinner, we go again,” she says, pushing herself out of bed to stand on wobbly legs.

“Yeah?” Mountain asks, not daring to allow any real hope to filter into his voice, He doesn’t want her to feel obligated. Doesn’t want her to do too much because she wants to make him happy. He’ll be happy just eating her out. Letting her grind. Curling her into his arms and fucking her thighs. She grins, standing on her toes to pull him into a kiss that is more fang than tongue. “I told you to ruin me didn’t I?”

#comet writes #ficlet #mountain ghoul #aurora ghoulette #mountrora #mountain/aurora #aurora/mountain #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #nameless ghoul fanfic

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cogentranting · 6 months

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Ranking Animated Horse Designs Take 3

This time I really am back by popular demand because the other two posts have been getting a steady trickle of notes for over a year now.

(If you're looking for stuff like Disney and Dreamworks there are two other posts. Here we've got mostly random cartoons and also the Pokemon horses)

Starlite (Rainbow Brite) 6/10 Little weird that he seems to be drawn in a style that's like 3x more realistic than any other character in this show but hey sometimes you just ascend to a higher plane of existence. (2014 Reboot Starlite gets a 3/10. I do not trust him.)

Skydancer (Rainbow Brite) 7/10 I bumped Starlite down a point because he wants what Skydancer has. Skydancer doesn't need rainbows to fly. Skydancer has a lightning bolt. Skydancer has the Drama. (The one wiki page said he's a Shire or a Clydesdale and um I don't think so. Maybe a Friesian.)

On-yx (Rainbow Brite) This is a rocket powered balloon animal. 2/10

Sunriser (Rainbow Brite) 5/10 Eh. I like her hair though.

Swift Wind (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power/ She-Ra Princess of Power)

Right (older version) 8/10 I don't understand the wing physics going on here. Also not sure if the horn is part of the mask or just attached to the mask. Diggin the bib though. Also love that he's a ginger.

Left (new version) 4/10 If the older version wasn't there this would score higher because just as a character design I don't think it's bad but if these are supposed to be the same character he seems so cutesy and I do not vibe with it. I don't know either show. So maybe that works. But it feels wrong.

Amalthea (The Last Unicorn) 9/10 They gave the unicorn the split deer hooves, and the lions tail and that is automatic points from me. Bummed they didn't go all out and give us the goat's beard. Rude. Any distance shot, I love. Close-ups of the face creep me out with the giant doll eyes and tiny nose.

(Pokemon and more below)

Honey Pie Pony (Strawberry Shortcake) 8/10 Adorable. Fantastically chunky design. The others from this... show? book? brand? are like 6s or 5s depending. But Honey Pie has the It factor. (The It Factor here apparently being that recurring pattern of only the main character's horse being able to talk?? This is the third. Swift Wind, Starlite and Honey Pie have dark secrets about how they come by this knowledge).

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic "ponies" Just as characters they're cute in a "trying so hard to be cute that they almost miss the mark entirely" way. But this is about how they are as HORSE designs. And these are magical gremlins not horses. 1/10 (WHAT is happening on the far right of this set. I do not approve. Zebra is fine though).

My Little Pony: A New Generation Like if the MLP: FM ponies and the Trolls characters somehow had children. Somehow the main character of Bee Movie was also involved. The one on the left makes TikTok thirst traps. -2/10

My Little Pony Tales 3/10 I can almost tell they're meant to be horses. Plus that one has a tattoo of a comb. So. Full extra point for the comb tattoo.

Bratz Horses I can't tell if there's an official video game or cartoon design for these but in ANY given version I found the conclusion is the same: if you look into the gigantic distended eye you will be put under the horse's curse. 1/10

Boxer (Animal Farm) 4/10 All horses are equal but some are more equal than others, but Boxer is not one of them because his mouth is not okay.

Marvin (Marvin the Tap Dancing Horse) 5/10 I mean. Dude's got spats. Come on.

Ponyta (Pokemon) 3/5 The armpit and middle thigh flames were a choice.

Rapidash (Pokemon) 8/10 Look at his face. The angst. He has seen things.

Mudsdale (Pokemon) 8/10 The classic mohawk, dreadlocks and legwarmers trifecta. Love it. Would love to hug him.

Galarian Ponyta 3/10 It's giving sheep, and it's giving dog. Very little horse.

Galarian Rapidash (Pokemon) 4/10 He's angry because his hair is too long and he can't walk and also he has not eaten enough somebody feed this horse.

Origin Palkia (Pokemon) 6/10 A built-in hoola-hoop AND thigh high Boots?! what fashion.

Keldeo (Pokemon) 1/10 Clown goat.

Spectrier (Pokemon) 10/10 Beautiful goth girl horse floating around like a Victorian ghost who's too modest to show her ankles.

Mudbray (Pokemon) 5/10 He has passed through the depths of existential dread and returned world-weary but unshakeable and with a snazzy bowl cut.

Glastrier (Pokemon)

20/10 ICE HORSE ICE HORSE ICE HORSE. I love him so much. He's punk rock

The Fat Horse (Looney Tunes) 10/10 Queen.

#horse rating #horses #horse girl #pokemon #rainbow brite #mlp #my little pony #the last unicorn #she-ra #strawberry shortcake #long post #i put in a page break this time

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justsescape · 24 days

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[Welcome back to the throwback drabble zone, with a story featuring Azure of @meatymidnightmultiverse fame!]

“A-aaaaah~!” Azure yelped as you tugged on her leash. Reddened skin coiled about her neck like a snake; it was hardly her first time in a collar, and it almost definitely wouldn’t be the last. “M-Master, that h-hurts…! Have I really been a… a b-bad cow…?”

Though she was standing in the dead center of your bedroom, Azure looked as if she had been backed into a corner. Her posture was hunched like she was bracing for impact; her teary eyes darted across the walls in search of an escape. With hands and ankles bound, however, eluding you would hardly be easy even if there was some kind of open air duct beckoning her away – and shedding her cowkini and headband would be all but impossible. “Nnngh… p-punish me, then, if that’s what you desire…” Azure bowed her head; that headband was quite convincing, its little horns and cow ears rising from her pink hair. “S-surely with some more g-growth serum and a m-milking… you are so predictable, Master…”

You eyed your desk. Her steady diet of painkillers and hormone boosters occupied almost every square inch they could find, even overtaking most of your mousepad. Such quantities were what she had grown to need… and her growth had become almost uncontrollable. Heaving breasts teardropped down Azure’s washboard-flat belly like sacks of flour until they obscured her nethers. Though they each had an imposing size and thickness, they didn’t quite protrude from her lithe figure like, say, over-inflated balloons. Instead, they had a satisfyingly gentle slope to them, their shape a constant reminder of just how weighty they had become. Not like her cowkini top needed any reminders, though; those straps stretched taut from her shoulders to her nipples like the cables supporting a suspension bridge.

“G-go on then,” she urged, her cheeks painted a rosy red. Knees trembled so violently that even her pendulous boobs found themselves jiggling in kind. “D-do your worst, Master… it is what I d-deserve…”

One pill, two pills, three pills, four – and zero painkillers since she called you “predictable.” You plunked them into a glass of her own breast milk and brought it to her lips. Perhaps her desperation had turned into resignation, for she was surprisingly eager to consume every ounce. “H-here goes…” Gulp, gulp, gulp. In mere moments, the glass was emptied as quickly as it had been filled. Azure’s pink lipstick smeared on the cup; nodules of her own product clung to her chin. “MMmngh… th-that… might be too much, Master…!”

And just as soon as those worries had left her tongue, so, too, did her boobs leave her top. CRACK! CRACK! Almost like they had been cut by scissors, the straining straps snapped like rubber bands and left the cowprint cups fluttering to the floor below. Milk quickly followed; with no barrier to stop it, it rained from her puffy nipples on to the remains of the garment like they were watering a recently planted flower. “O-oh, Master! My ch-chest is… it’s leaking!”

They weren’t just leaking – they were expanding right before your eyes. Lower and lower they sank, like a descending anchor of a ship, until they had begun to obscure her knees. Milk came in fits and spurts; each time it arrived at her tender lengths, it splattered across the carpet like a spilled drink and soaked your feet in her product. “Ooof… it huuuurts~!” Azure’s panicked eyes gave to a pained wince. The added weight was not doing her back any favors, and she slumped forward even more almost like she was doing an impression of a high-rise crane. Gigantic tits swung like tetherballs beneath her. It wouldn’t be long before her nipples were low enough to start grazing against the floor.

“M-Masteeeerrrr…” Azure bit her lip. Finally, her eyes met yours – with all that apprehension suddenly replaced with something sly, something flirtatious. “Y-you l-love when your cow’s boobs are h-huge and m-milky… d-don’t you, Master…?”

It hit you like a train. The room was the kind of warm that only visited rainforests and saunas; being so close to her was like standing beside a furnace. You felt perspiration on your every pore, almost like it had arrived all at once. And you weren’t alone; beads of sweat ran in parallel to the drops of milk running down the curvature of her boobs. The winding stretch marks, the thickened veins on her pale skin were being distorted by the fluids like they were being seen in a funhouse mirror. “Nnnggh… e-even though it hurts… I l-like m-making you happy~…”

It happened thoughtlessly. Your hands were as disobedient as Azure herself; they launched out, suddenly, and began to grope handfuls of her aching tits like they were kneading pizza dough. “MMNNGh~… b-be gentle, p-please…!” She might as well have been speaking to a brick wall. No matter where you laid your fingers, they were greeted by pounds of bulging, plush boob fat. And your hands were intent on touching them all over. You felt them rub against your palms as her skin stretched to compensate for the expansion; you felt indentations encircling her areolae where her breast pumps secured themselves; and you felt their sheer weight as you attempted to lift them upward, though they were much to heavy for your meager attempts.

“I’ll b-be a g-good cow f-from now on, Master…!” Azure’s legs went knock-kneed beneath her. She gasped and shrieked as her breasts finally made landfall; the friction between the carpet and her nipples sent jolts of pleasure through her limbs. The leash connected to her collar slunk across the floor like an animal’s tail, forgotten; her overgrown boobs were as much her master as you were – and pleasure like this wasn’t something she would ever dream to escape from. “P-please u-use me as you w-wish!”

#guest muse: azure #the throwback drabble zone #lactation #breast expansion #cow stuff

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dairyfreenugget · 22 days

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I very rarely draw my Hornet gijinka (which is a shame because I love her design) and on top of that I've NEVER drawn her with her father before (save for maybe like. One doodle from 3 years ago when I was figuring out how to draw HK characters). That's a tragedy that I had to fix

I think Hornet used to be very close to her father, a gigantic daddy's girl, before they drifted apart and she grew resentful and bitter over him with age

ID start: A doodle page of the Pale King and Hornet from Hollow Knigjt as humans. From left to right, top to bottom the doodles include; Pale King cradling baby Hornet, holding her tiny hand and kissing her cheek, squishing it a little, he's smiling wide and teary eyed. Baby Hornet holding her father's finger, sticking out her tongue a little. Pale King smiling at his teenage daughter and ruffling her hair. Pale King holding sleeping toddler Hornet close to his chest with a smile. Original bug version, Pale King scruffing baby Hornet in his mouth like a mother cat would a kitten. Pale King holding his young daughter and looking down at her with a warm smile as she holds his face with a bug grim on her face. Teen Hornet crying and hugging her dad as he comforts her. Original bug version, Pale King and Hornet gently bonking their heads together as he also rubs her horns. The entire doodle page has a warm colour to it, with a pink blush tint to the character's faces, hands and horns. End ID.

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sparkbeast20 · 11 months

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Loved reading your monstrous au for the brothers, do you think you’ll do the side characters? Specifically Diavolo, i Imagine him being a huge dragon staying in a cave somewhere .

Eh. Why not. I was waiting for Mephisto's demon form so I can make one big post for the "Royal" demons. But It seems like that ain't happening anytime soon. So I'll make this one with Diavolo first and if People like this one a lot, I'll might make one for Barbatos.

After the Transformation (Diavolo)

You didn't know how you end up hidden away within the castle walls. After whatever reason Barbatos teleported you here and told you to stay put while he and the other demons go out in search for something.

Before you get to ask, he left and locked the doors and windows of your room. You didn't even know that you had a room in the castle.

So you lay there, waiting for Barbatos to return. You did wonder why you haven't seen Diavolo yet. He would've been the first person to greet you here.

Now you think about it, Barbatos didn't mention Diavolo was joining on the search- Wait, is Diavolo missing?!? Is that why Barbatos looked worried. But more importantly, why are you here and not helping him and the others go and looking for Diavolo.

But before you can march over to the door and force it open with your magic. The whole castle shook and there was a thunderous roar accompany it.

You scream and covered your ears and duck your head.

Soon, powerful footsteps is coming towards your direction. And soon you can hear Lucifer and Barbatos calling out to someone to stop. You barely understand it because of the walls of the room making hard to hear it clearly.

You stood up and immediately scream when the door suddenly slam open revealing Lucifer and Barbatos.

You were about to rush over to them, when suddenly the windows behind you shuttered and you were immediately grab by a gigantic scaly clawed hand, pulling out of the room as you scream in fear.

The clawed hand pull you towards a massive scaly chest, your face is press against it. Holding you tight before you felt the monster leap up high causing you to scream more, but soon it was drown out by the sound a flop of large wings. And before you realize it, you were up in the air as this monster fly you away from the castle.

You instinctually hold on to the clawed hand, scared of it dropping you.

After what seems to be hours, you and your kidnapper reach your destination. A mountain top cave, with a few moment you manage to see, it seem that this mountain was carved into something close to a temple, seeing that it has fancy design. Some of which you felt like you've seen before.

The beast enters the cave, it roars, you cover your ears as you feel it's chest vibrate and than it let out a burst of fire into the cave, lighting the torches before walking in the cave.

As soon you and it reach the deepest part of the cave, you turn around and face forward to see a massive nest filled with treasure and artifacts, but your eyes landed on some things in the middle of the nest, some of your things. Things that you left in the castle-

Wait!

You didn't want to look up and see the face of the thing that kidnap you, but now, you immediately look up when the sudden realization came to you. You saw it was a Dragon, with black and red scales, but what shock you was it's horns... It was! The horns look exactly like Diavolo!

This Dragon... This dragon is Diavolo!

He yawned while his wings stretch upwards before giving his whole body a shake. He than walks over to the nest and flops down on his side with you close to his chest, to make sure you don't accidently be under him. As soon he was laying down on his side he looks down on you, making you jump a little bit and he soon sets you down on the nest on a pile of soft fabrics and pillows, he let out a soft grant, stretch his wings up before folding them back on his back.

You blink your internally shock away, you shook your head before giving your cheeks a good wake up slap.

Okay... You're alright. It's Diavolo. He's not going to eat you... Wait! Maybe he's just saving for me for later-

You quickly glance and sees that a pair of golden eyes in glow against the inky black of his sclera, you stare as into them as he breath in and exhale with hot steam seep from his large nostrils.

You want to look away, feeling the blood rushing to your face. Was it cause you slap your cheeks? Or is it because you're getting flustered knowing now that this beast is Diavolo.

But you can't. Instead you slide off the pile of gold and slowly walk towards his head, he sat up straight and lower his head for you.

You stare into his eyes for a minute before reaching out and touch his snout. He close his eyes and lean it to your touch. You gasps before relaxing and start to feel his snout and face. You move closer, walking to his left as you hand never left his face. His scales feels like sand paper, and yet it soothing to touch.

You stop right next where his eyes it, that's when you realize that how big he gotten.

His whole body is as big as HOL. And that's not including his tail- Wait! When he had a tail!?!

Before you can finish your thought, something grab your whole body and the whole area shook when Diavolo abruptly stand up only to just roll on to his side and roll over to his back, you scream the whole time.

He was laying down on his back, and up to you and gently set you on his chest.

He purr and growls at you. You study yourself as his chest shake when he purrs. With a single claw he support you by letting you lean to his claw.

Once everything finally stop, you pout and glare at Diavolo. His widen before sadden. his wings drupe down, worried that he might anger you.

You notice his face from what you can see, looks like he was a sad puppy being scolded. You can't help but to sign before looking at him.

"Dia?" He perk up when you called him by his nickname. "Come here" You gesture your hands towards you.

He part his large jaw for a second before closing it and lean his head close to you.

Lunge at him and grab on to his snout tight and let your body lay on his snout, hugging him and nuzzling your cheek on his slightly rough scales.

He was startled by your action before he soften his gaze before closing his eyes and start affectionally purring with a growl.

You slide off his snout only to go under his jaw and hug his neck.

Before long you slowly drifting to sleep, you felt his large clawed hand cover you, making sure you don't sliding and falling off from him.

You woke up with a sound of humming and you feel to large human arms wrap around you. You open your eyes and look up and see a blurry figure, and after a couple of blinks, the figure becomes focus and clearer. It was Diavolo, back to his human form, no wings or horns.

"I'm so sorry I scared you" He leans forward and kiss your temple. "I couldn't stop myself from looking for you."

You prop yourself by your forearms and look at him. "Is that why I didn't see you these couple of days?"

He looked away and answered. "Yes. But it was for your safety. When the changed happen, Barbatos barely restrain me here"

"But how did you got out?"

He turned and looked at you "I had a better control over my instincts. That was enough for me to get past Barbatos and track you down." He reach out and caress your face. "Deep down, something inside me, was telling me to go and look for you, it was seek comfort from you"

You close your eye and place both hands over his. "I'm happy that I kind brought you some comfort" You turn your head to kiss his palm.

He smile softly and pull you close to him, holding you tight with his head buried into your hair.

You both stayed in that cave for the whole day. Well least until Barbatos and Lucifer came and took you both back to the castle.

Note: Hope you guys like this :D

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or reblogging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

#obey me #omswd #obey me diavolo #obey me mc #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me barbatos #obey me monster love #obey me demonic/monstrous au

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static-radio-ao3 · 5 months

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@jegulus-microfic // december 1 // prompt: snow // words: 697

Regulus Arcturus Black is many things.

He is not, however, a convicted murderer. Yet. Because as soon as he gets his hands on Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus is going to jail for homicide. Except, any plans of murder will have to take a backseat because—

“Hi, welcome to Magical Winter Wonderland! Are you ready for your visit with Santa?” Regulus asks, voice imbued with as much false cheer as he can possibly manage. He resists the urge to yank off the scratchy green hat he’s wearing, or the fake pointy ears. “You can just go ahead and tell Santa what you’d like for Christmas.”

He winks at the little girl tucked behind her mother’s legs and motions for her to walk over to Santa, suppressing a sigh.

When Barty had begged Regulus to fill in for his temp job last minute, Regulus had been filled with an uncharacteristic sense of holiday spirit and said yes. Like an idiot. Because now he is spending his Sunday at the local mall, wearing a pointy hat and striped green stockings.

He has heard All I Want For Christmas approximately 500 times today alone, which is approximately 499 too many (with love and respect to Mariah Carey). The smell of peppermint is becoming slightly nauseating, and Regulus had never thought himself to be a Grinch, but he is starting to reconsider.

Around the third hour, the urge to tell everyone Santa is actually an old man named Slughorn wearing a rented suit and a fake beard kicked in, but so far, he has managed to resist it. His resolve might weaken within the next fifteen minutes though.

When the bright flash indicates that the little girl in the pigtails has had her picture taken, Regulus turns to the next person in line.

“Hi there!” Regulus calls out, eyes glued to the clock next to the gigantic Christmas tree. “I’m Santa’s helper, Regulus, and you are?”

“James,” a nice voice says. Low and smooth. Regulus looks away from the clock at that. The man, James, smiles when Regulus makes eye contact with him. Then, with a nod toward the little boy clutching his coat in a tiny fist, “And Harry.”

Harry waves at Regulus, his other hand still firmly holding on to James’ coat like his life depends on it.

“Welcome,” Regulus says warmly. He doesn’t even have to pretend too hard to sound nice this time around. “Looks like you’ve been nice this year! I can always tell.” Harry nods his head furiously and Regulus shoots James a conspiratorial look, who simply raises an eyebrow at him in return.

“Go on, Harry," James says, nudging his son, "tell Santa what you want for Christmas.”

Harry turns to face Santa, his jaw set in determination, a little frown on his forehead. He nods once before marching up to the big plush seat. James’ eyes are fond as he looks at his son, lips twitching with a barely suppressed smile.

James turns to look at Regulus, still smiling, eyes flitting up to the pointy hat. In the meantime, Regulus’ eyes are cataloging James’ features. His brown eyes and dimpled smile. The horn-rimmed glasses that are slipping down his nose a little.

“Oh, wait, you have a—” James says, hand reaching for Regulus’ hair. He moves slowly enough that Regulus could move away if he wanted to.

He doesn't want to.

James’ hand lingers, fingers brushing against dark curls and Regulus suppresses a shiver.

“Sorry,” James says eventually, “fake snow.”

Regulus clears his throat, not trusting his voice to come out steady. “Thanks.”

“Sure thing. Hey, uh,” James glances over at Harry, carefully perched on Santa’s lap. “Not sure what Santa’s working hours are like, but maybe I can take you for a drink when you’re done?”

“I’m off at six.” The words tumble from his mouth unbidden, making him sound almost as eager as he’s feeling.

James smiles, bright and winning, when he says, “It’s a date.”

But before Regulus can reply, the flash goes off and James turns to retrieve Harry.

The next kid is bouncing on her toes eagerly when she gets to the front of the line.

Regulus quite agrees.

#feeling rusty as fuck i can't tell if this is any good #anyways jegulus microfic my beloved welcome back #featuring harry so everyone say thank you laurie #(this was the yes or no question)#but also this is my first go at harry so lower your expectations #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #jegulus microfic #mil’s microfics #my writing

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dreamyautumns · 8 months

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I have severe Giant Malleus brainrot so I’m gonna write about him!

~💚~💚~

It’s quiet outside. The stars hung above Ramshackle dorm like twinkling string lights. The air was steady with a gentle breeze.

You sat on the roof of your dorm and took a deep breath. It’s a still silence in your mind as you look up.

“Child of Man…”

You snap out of your tranquility in an instant. You can feel an overwhelming presence from behind. You slowly turn around to see a gigantic figure towering several stories above you. Black horns glisten in the moonlight atop this figure’s head. Emerald, jewel green eyes shimmer like forbidden gems.

“Tsunotaro…” you quietly whisper. A faint rumbling comes from beneath you as the giant fae bends down to make eye contact with you. “You know someone will see you, right?”

Malleus nods his head, the movement ever so slightly shifting the building beneath your feet. He exhales a breath, blowing past you. It smells of fire and ashes.

“I came to see you… Diasomnia has become rather tiring to manage. Especially with Sebek running around and yelling at the students,” Malleus responds. His voice is deep and rumbling like an earthquake. It is a voice that should instill fear into your heart, but you do not flinch. He’s not here to do you any harm.

“Well, now that your here, was there anything in particular you came to tell me?” You asked.

“No…” Malleus stated. “I simply came to get away from it all.”

You turned away from him and glanced up at the stars. Their shine brings a twinge of pain to your heart.

“Tsunotaro? Can I ask you something?” You say.

The giant dragon fae tilts his head. “What is it, Child of Man?”

“Will you be sad when I find a way to get back to my world?”

Malleus shifts, his movement causing the ground to vibrate. “Perhaps I will. I don’t know for sure.”

You turned around. His lips said one thing, but his face read another. He was pouting, his eyes narrowed on a nearby tree.

“You will, won’t you?”

Malleus clenches a fist and shoots a blast of glowing fire at a tree. Clearly, he’s upset at that prospect.

“Hey, there’s no need to be sad,” you say, getting up. “I’ll always remember you.”

“But you won’t be here with me,” Malleus replied. “I want you here in Twisted Wonderland with me. If you leave, then I have no one. I will forever be alone.”

You frowned at this remark.

“If you remember me, then… you’ll never be alone. I’ll keep you in my heart. Always and forever.”

Malleus extends a hand and picks you up. He then stands up to his towering height. At this level, you’re no bigger than half the size of his thumb. The fae towers over you like a building.

Yet these hands will never hurt you. They will never crush you, never pinch you, never squeeze you. They are hands that calm and soothe you.

The gigantic prince draws you close to his chest, and slowly, for a moment, his façade lowers. You lean into his warmth and smile at him.

“You will always have me in your memories, you say? Then I shall keep you in mine. You are my dearest friend ever. I love you… please… you can’t leave me…”

You stopped and looked down at the ground, which was dozens of feet away from you.

Maybe… staying in Twisted Wonderland wouldn’t be so bad.

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #twisted wonderland g/t #g/t writing

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cf56 · 5 months

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Another headcanon anyone?

The Warners will unexpectedly pop into shows, movies, or video games that their siblings are looking at to entertain each other. Wakko will be playing Batman Arkham and see Yakko suddenly appear as the Riddler making funny quips. Dot will be watching a romcom and see Yakko appear on screen making kissy faces. She pretends to be very annoyed, but she actually loves it. Yakko will be watching a nature documentary and see his siblings go past hanging on the back of a galloping gazelle. Dot will take over commentary, saying “Both male and female gazelles have horns, which is an interesting fact if you’re a gigantic nerd who watches three hour long nature documentaries.”

Seems I’ve been thinking a lot about how the siblings express their interests and interact with each other in their unique toony ways 😅

#animaniacs #animaniacs headcanon #the warner siblings #yakko wakko and dot #yakko warner #wakko warner #dot warner #cfposts

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thenixkat · 20 days

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Mundane AU!Laios thoughts

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Probably contains spoilers

Mundane au= no magic and no fantasy 'races' (like... little people are a thing, they exist in reality, some people just have dwarfism. The elves are just skinny racist and xenophobic Europeans like? And there's already parralells made with the demi humans so if I do anything the orcs are Afro Native and Kobolds are somewhere African or Arab. And for the ogres... gigantism is a thing that exists in real like and totally a teen girl would just wear some horns.)

Thoughts:

The Toudens are European-born. From somewhere cold as hell, really isolated and conservative, that's close to some mountains, that's racist towards the local indigenous people.

(The sibs, but especially Laios got chewed out about some shit and has been trying to be better, slips up every now and then but takes criticism well so long as folks tell him what he did/said wrong).

Local weird kids put off vibes that the rest of the village didn't like, Laios and Falin grew up bullied and ostracized. Falin got sent off to schooling in the big city and later to a university in Italy where she met Marcille.

Laios dropped out of high school and joined the military as soon as he was able to b/c he wanted to get the hell out of dodge. Served for a few shitty years b4 just... deserting and backpacking across Europe just straight up homeless and working whatever odd jobs he could find. Man was going through it. Wound up in the same city where Falin was studying at a university in and decided to visit her. She took one look at him and refused to let him just go back to what he was doing, so Laios started couch surfing with her (very much against dorm rules but he looked terrible and Falin wasn't about to let anyone stop her from making sure her brother has a roof over his head and food).

Eventually, she takes him with her when she does a work-study in the USA for her ecology degree and they ended up staying/Falin kinda maybe sorta dropped out and got a job with a vet near where she was doing her work-study.

Laios and Falin are technically illegal immigrants but they're white so no one really questions their citizenship (their working on getting citizenship/papers)

Laios gets a GED. Does some self-study from Falin's textbooks and online stuff but that's about it for his schooling.

Laios definitely, like, lives in Falin's basement. Falin is the primary breadwinner in this household, Laios is aware of this and has learned to accept it even tho he would like to take care of his baby sister and sometimes feels bad about not being able to. They used to share a room in a cheap apartment but after building up enough savings they managed to buy a suspiciously cheap house in a rural town bordering a reservation and not far from a national park.

Laios still works odd jobs, mostly physical labor and stuff where they won't ask for a degree. Has worked retail, where his customer service was trash but he's darn good at just stocking and shelving shit.

Met Chilchuck while working retail, Chilchuck introduced him to the concept of a union which Laios thinks is really neat.

The town where the Touden's moved has a sizable population of people with dwarfism, Chilchuck is a notable member of the little person community in the area. The Touden's go to Chilchuck for help with paperwork (they pay him a small fee) and he doesn't ask too many questions about why they don't have this or that piece of documentation.

Laios enjoys doing citizen science and bird watching. During the tourist season, he runs a small wilderness guide giving campers and hikers tours in the local national park.

There's a hermit that lives in the national park illegally (Senshi) that Laios and Falin made friends with. They love his cooking.

Laios is active in the online furry community. He does commissions, mostly of digital and physical art or people's fursonas and vore stuff. He does great ferals, and decent anthros, but his human art is not good (he's working on it).

Laios is decidedly chubby in this, his weight goes up and down depending on the season and how much physical activity he's doing. But ever since he reunited with Falin, she's been making sure he doesn't skip meals if they can afford to eat. And ever since he met Senshi he's gotten heftier since he loves that man's cooking.

#nix meows #dungeon meshi #laios touden #mundane au #just a few thoughts

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magnoliacharmed · 1 year

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Bubbly

(not my gif!)

Shawn Michaels x Fem!Reader one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: 964

Tags: Romantic gestures, champagne, the heart shaped hot tub!, Loverboy Shawn

Summary:

Prompt: Bubbly | A romantic night with you and Shawn.

Author’s note: Prompt from @fluffyfebruary! I’ll be posting various stories using their prompts throughout the month.

Shawn sure enjoyed playing up that loverboy persona of his.

You were awoken that morning with a loud knock on your door. Rushing down the steps to see what the problem was, you flung open the door to be greeted by a gigantic bouquet of blood red roses. Your eyes widened at the delivery boy who struggled under the weight of the beautiful flowers. The note was printed on hefty cardstock with gold foil surrounding the edges. Shawn certainly was sparing no expense on this night of romance.

There won't be any heartbreak at the hotel tonight.

-S

You rolled your eyes playfully at the card. The rest of your day was a blur as you tried to keep focus on the errands around the house. Shawn had decided to call you a couple of times while you took care of your chores in an attempt to distract you. You fell for it after the second call, leaning against the wall to hear his smooth voice tell you how much he missed you. A fuzziness built at the way he called you honey, the word just skirting the edge of lewdness. After the call ended you ignored the constant ringing that followed it up. Shawn loved to play his little games with you.

As the night approached you, butterflies fluttered in your stomach. A car would be coming to drop you off at a hotel on the outskirts of town. You were completely awash in Shawn's all encompassing feelings of passionate love for you, and you for him. Memories of past rendezvous left you in an intoxicating daze while you applied your makeup and chose your outfit. When you heard the car horn beep outside, you looked down at the dress you wore in confusion. In your zoned out state you didn't even realize what you grabbed out of your closet! It was sexier than you were going for, but as you left the house you figured it fit the mood of the night better than whatever your original plan would be.

Your nerves were completely bunched up at the sight of the hotel coming closer and closer. The building was relatively inconspicuous, causing you to become more alert. Shawn never did anything on the small scale and this place felt absolutely miniscule. It was tucked away amongst the beginnings of a forest that seemed to go on for miles. Shawn met you at the door of the lobby dressed in all black, his blond hair waving down his shoulders in contrast. You couldn't help but to run into his arms and squeal at seeing him again. It just wasn't the same seeing him on TV bouncing around into the ring like an overgrown golden retriever puppy. Your friends were getting sick of the way you grabbed them in excitement every time Shawn won a match. He called you like clockwork after each show no matter how it ended. When he won you showered him with compliments, and when he lost you babied him beyond all belief. Sometimes you swore you could hear him pouting over the phone, his bottom lip poking out just the slightest. Now that you were back in his arms, he squeezed you as tight as he could without hurting you.

"Miss me, honey?"

You nodded against his chest as he rested his hand against the back of your neck. "You know I did."

He hummed and began to move his hand up and down your back lovingly. With a deep breath he led you to the shiny gold doors of the elevator. The exterior of the building was very misleading to what was on offer on the inside. The gold and marble patterns covered every free inch of space to the point of making your eyes hurt. Shawn's hands roamed all over your body in the short time it took the elevator to reach the top floor of the hotel. You melted under his restrained touch. The flowers were gorgeous and the hotel was campy fun, but you would've been happy in a rundown old house as long as you were spending time with Shawn.

Entering your room, your smile spread so wide across your face that your lips started to hurt.

Hearts, hearts, hearts…

Everywhere!

The vanity mirror, the bed, even the large window facing out into the trees was heart shaped. The real pièce de résistance of the suite was the huge, candy red heart bathtub in the center. Two glasses of champagne bubbled away by the edge of the tub as Shawn reached down to make sure the water was still warm. He seemed especially proud of the massive amount of bubbly foam that filled the heart. Shawn scooped up some of the bubbles and blew them out at you playfully. His clothes flew off of him with a grace that took quite a bit of control. You could see the effort he exerted painted plainly across his face and your heart floated. Even in his excitement he still wanted to look as sexy as possible for you.

Your own clothes fell beside you slowly. You took even longer to actually get in the tub for Shawn's benefit. There was something about the look in his eyes that made you feel like you were on top of the world. His soapy hand held onto the other champagne glass carefully to hand it over to you. You took a sip of it and floated over to him to plant a kiss on his lips that felt exceptionally chaste in contrast to the lovey dovey theming surrounding you.

"I hope there's more of that coming." Your golden retriever of a man winked a blue eye at you, the charm incapable of being turned off.

"That and more, sweetheart."

#shawn michaels #wwe imagine #shawn michaels x reader #shawn michaels fanfic #wrestling fanfic #wrestling #wwe #wwe fanfic #wwe shawn michaels #magnoliafanfic

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wingsofimagery · 4 months

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Awaken the New Year

🎐Summary: It was time for the rabbits to go to sleep and welcome the new year with the dragon. Last year of your cycle before you have to wait some years before you meet your spirits again. 🎐Characters: Dragon!Jongho + Zodiac Keeper!Reader [Zodiac!ATEEZ + Zodiac Keeper!Reader] 🎐Genre: Slice of Life, Zodiac Spirit AU 🎐Rating/Warnings: PG-13/one inappropriate joke 🎐Word Count: 666 🎐A/N: The word count was on purpose. I'm brewing up something else but I wanted to write a little something for the new year. I don't know what went on when I wrote this tho LOL Pt 2 here

“Last day, huh?” Yunho sighed.

“I don’t want to leave yet,” San whined.

“Me either. Y/n, you should come sleep with us!”

You did a spit-take at Wooyoung’s words.

“Hey, don’t make this hard on them. We’ll see them again in twelve years. Then we can have fun again like we did this year.” Mingi nudged San scoldingly.

“Of course, protecting the balance comes first,” Yeosang concluded.

You smiled at the five of them. You were the retainer in charge of three zodiacs: tiger, rabbit, and dragon. The rabbit of the zodiac (split into five souls: Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, and Wooyoung) had just finished their year-long protection. Hongjoong and Seonghwa, the tiger souls, were the ones before them and the first in line to protect within your squad. It was now time to pass the baton down to their dragon friend. The youngest and the last of the zodiac you led.

As the five spirits went from humans to rabbits, they jumped into their shrine box, huddled together.

“Sleep well, boys,” you sweetly cooed to them, “thank you for your hard work this year. See you in the next cycle.”

The rabbits closed their eyes with a smile, greeting you good night, good luck, and good fortune. They froze into a statue-like state. You closed the door to their shrine box to keep them safe where they were, then walked over to where the dragon’s statue was. He was a lonely one. All on his own. He had always reminded you that he was never truly alone, though. With you around, he always found joy in guardianship, and when he was asleep, there was not much need for company, but he knew you were still around nonetheless. You opened the dragon’s door (a big shrine box encasing an equally big dragon), who swiftly awakened. His vision was blurry from lack of usage. He blinked his eyes until things were cleared. That was when he focused on a small object before him. A tiny little human.

You looked up to see the dragon of the zodiac was up and moving.

“Oh, good. It’s been a while, Jongho! Good morning~” you cheered to him.

“It’s been twelve years already?”

“Indeed. The rabbit boys had just fallen asleep. It is your turn to guard the Earth for a year. Are you ready?”

He hummed, “Can I get a meal first?”

“All done and ready for you,” you grinned at him.

You remembered how much he liked home-cooked food. The love you poured into making hot meals for each of them and the attention to what each guardian liked never slipped your mind always softened Jongho's heart. Holding your hand out for him to hold, you awaited for the dragon to place his hand on yours. Jongho transformed from the gigantic dragon he was to his human form, with big horns shot out from the top of his head and body cladded in a purple hanbok. You guided the dragon to the dining room. The temple was big for one person. You always lived by yourself whenever it was not your group’s active years. With Jongho being the last, once this year ended, you would be alone for a while again.

At the dining table, you cooked steak for him. You made it just the way he preferred it. You sat across from him, watching him eat with vigor as if he had not eaten in years, which was very much the truth.

“Rumor has it this year is going to be a pretty good year,” you hummed cheerfully.

“We’ll see about that,” he answered with his mouth full, steak shoved to the side of his cheeks so that he could reply to you, “although I don’t think it would be worse than the previous.”

You laughed heartily, “Let us hope so then.”

Once he finished his meal, he stood up to stretch his achy bones. He slowly walked over to the patio that oversaw the garden.

“Now I’m ready.”

With a smile, you stood up and approached his side.

“May this year be full of luck and happiness.”

“Said and done.”

#cromernet #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #jongho scenarios #jongho imagines #ateez+reader #jongho+reader #choi jongho

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thelittlemars · 9 months

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Rating cows from Medieval manuscripts because I fucking love cows

I love cows and I love Medieval manuscripts. Is there something else I have to say to justify this post? I hope not.

Ashmole Bestiary. England, early 13th century.

This is a cow for sure. I love her soft lineart - the artist knew what he was doing. Her reddish coat is Accurate, but she has curly hair, for some reason. This cow doesn't seem ready for the hardships of motherhood. She looks worried that her calf misses her udder completely, chomping on something that should definitely not be chomped. I empathize with her, to some extent.

9/10

Ortus sanitatis. Germany, 15th century

A very skinny cow. She might be very young. This is probably the first time she's been milked, you can see from her face that she does not know what to expect, but she definitely does not like it. And tbh, I myself would not trust that little, lingering hand. However, I don't like that she's so skinny. Cows should be round, friendly and huggable. Her owners might be Poor, but Grass Is Free, you know? Let her eat something!

6/10 because it's not her fault.

BL Harley 4751, f. 23. England, 13th century.

A very common rendition of a cow. I have seen at least two other illustrations like this one. She is Accurate, but her horns are red too. That was lazy, my dear artist. I love her fluffy tail and her tongue too. Cows have beautiful tongues. However, she does not look soft, but very sleek. I give her an extra point for that 'vacca' in the caption - it makes everything 1000 times better. 'Vacca' is a very funny word in Italian.

8/10

SÁM 66. Iceland, 18th century

This cow is technically not Medieval, but she gets a free pass because I know her personally. Her name is Auðumbla. I usually love Auðumbla, but here she looks like she's pulling a gigantic prank on poor Búri by spilling all her milk all over the universe, and he doesn't seem to appreciate it. Bad Auðumbla. Apart from this, she looks Soft.

6/10

De natura animalium. Italy, 15th century.

If Auðumbla was not Medieval, this bad boy here is not a Cow. He is a Bull. However, if I was driving past a field I would still point at him and scream "Cow!!" to my mum, so he too gets a free pass. I love him. He has kind, expressive eyes. He seems very polite as if he would let you cross the street without honking at you. He also looks squishable but firm. He is probably the most beloved animal on the farm. I love you, Kind Bull.

10/10

Bohun Psalter and Hours. England, 14th century

This cow is literally me if I was a Cow. Wrapped in a blanket, with a book and flowers all around. This cow knows how to read. Cows should not be able to read, but I guess she followed her dreams and never gave up on them. Her eyes are so expressive, and kind. I cannot express the range of emotions this little Scholar Cow evokes in me. She also has a good sense of style. Good job, little Cow!

1000/10

LJS 361. Naples, 14th century

Not sure what this is supposed to be. A cow? A horse? A 'corse'? Anyway, this looks like a little push cart with a stuffed animal on top. Really doesn't look like a cow. And why is she on a leash? Or maybe it is her who's keeping that square-headed creature on a leash? Is it, perhaps, her pet? In that case, we love our independent queen. But I still have to say: I have no idea what this is. Sorry, weird-looking maybe-cow.

1/10

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This was all for today! I hope you enjoyed my little ranking of the Medieval beauties. Let me know which one of these is your favourite, pls I'd love to know.

To be completely transparent, I was inspired to do this by @cuties-in-codices 's beautiful posts on weird creatures in manuscripts. I love your blog so much.

Ha det bra, my fellow friends!

#manuscripts #medievalism #medieval #medieval history #middle ages #cows #animals #ratings #manuscript #i fucking love cows

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nyaskitten · 8 months

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Go down that rabbit hole now. I love hearing ninjago theories.

AHH THANK U LOTS MAN I APPRECIATE IT!!! ok so just a warning some of this theory is more leaning on headcanons than like SOLID hard facts we've seen in the show.

Okay so first, in Mystake's story about the Oni and the Dragon, we see what appears to be an unremarkable oni and an unremarkable dragon, right? But, the oni featured in that story has a unique design, no other oni feature that same horn shape, except for the oni of Deception it'd seem. And, if Mystake IS indeed the oni of Deception, that'd make HER the oni who created a child with a dragon!

Second off, we know the oni have different forms based on the murals in the Oni Temple, wherein the Oni Warlords are seen to be MASSIVE, hulking beings, yet when we see Mystake, one of the Oni Warlords herself, she appears like any other oni, the only resemblance to the Mask supposedly based on her being her eyebrows.

So, if Oni appear to have multiple appearances [[their gigantic form and their normal tiny form, and possibly another form more indicative of their oni abilities (because the Oni Carvings depict them WITHOUT any unique Oni Mask features)]] wouldn't it be safe to assume Mystake, being the oni of Deception, would hypothetically switch to a form where she's NOT showcasing her true might and power and all that so she can keep Garmadon distracted, so Skylor can get his power, rather than kill him herself?

Another point I wanna bring up is the Overlord, please note this is not based on solid canon information, solely speculation!

We know that Tommy Andreasen (creator of Ninjago 2011-2022) is aware of, and supports, the idea of the Overlord being part of the FSM, his oni side, and that the FSM severed their connection. making the Overlord a separate entity, right?

Well I think it'd be pretty interesting to look at the Overlord, specifically in Crystalized, and take note of his horns. His horns are the same unique ones featured on the Mask of Deception, the oni in the story, and the possibly Mystake's true oni form! (her true form being the one the MoD was based on)

One other tiny detail I'd like to mention would be the Core shorts. In these shorts, it's revealed Wu used some form of power to create all the illusions, which, if I'm right, COULD be a mixture of Deception and Creation, using Creation to make the locations and people, and using Deception to possibly make it realistic(-ish)

#WHEW THAT WAS FUN #i need to compile my oni stuff into a doc I SWEAR #ninjago #anon asks #raine's rambles

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friendly-neighbourhood-spiderm4n · 2 years

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Yesssss thanks for responding to my questions! Could u do headcannons for a Will Byers x Big! Scary! Himbo! Male reader?( So, basically the reader looks like he could kill you in a heartbeat and everyone’s afraid of him, but he’s actually just a sweet, shy, dumb puppy and If you can could you add that he has demon powers that turn him into a gigantic demon, horns, sharp teeth, 7’5, all that jazz kind of like hulk powers?) If you could do even some it would be Fantastic! I love your writing and no one writes for Will, even though he’s obviously 💅. Plz? 🥺Sorry this is a long request! Here’s a reward cookie if you read it all 🍪

A/N - I was smiling the whole time I read this, I love this, it’s so cute!!

>Will finds it awkward yet kinda funny standing next to you. He is this regular 80’s teenager while you are scarier and far more intimidating then Billy.

>But then, he also loves to see you be soft and dumb, cause bro, he loves it, and low key needs wants it.

>If he ever roped you into playing D&D with him, he is always reminding of the rules, cause let’s be honest, they are hard to remember.

>If any of his friends make fun of you, he defends you. If any of his friends make fun of him (whether they are joking or not is another matter.), you just have to stare them in the eyes and they’ll with probably piss they’re pants.

>Joyce 100% knows. Mainly cause she was the one who encouraged him to ask you out.

>Adding to that, Will confessed, I’m sorry, but you is too dumb to realise or even slightly catch onto Will’s MASSIVE crush on you.

>I imagined you found out about the whole upside down around after star court mall cause he was moving, and needed to tell you.

>That’s also when he confessed to you.<3

>And then on Christmas break, he found out about your secret. Probably cause you guys went on a walk at night and some guy tried to attack you’s. You only showed you horns, your very sharp teeth and that terrifying stare that didn’t match your personality.

>Honestly, your parent/Guardian had to drill it into your head that intimidation was one of the very few ways to avoid serious problems.

>He freaked out. Poor boy had horrible flashbacks to when the Mind Flayer possessed him. He looked at you afraid, and you thought he was scared of you.

>You definitely started trying explain yourself and almost suffocated yourself cause you hadn’t stop talking for 5 minutes straight (which neither of you are.💅)

>It naturally took him some time (a week or so) to fully get the idea into his head that he was dating a demon boy.

>I feel like you would also visit him in Cali every 3 weeks for the weekend just it makes you sad to be away from him.

>If you have insomnia, he will play with your hair, your head in his lap, curled up in one of his shirts he wore as Pajamas. Probably almost falling asleep too.

>Just cause you have the hulk powers basically, he calls you ‘Smashable’.

>El knows you two are 2 gays and finds it nice that Will is happy.

>Johnathan was wary of you at first, then warmed up to you when he found you both passed out, surrounded by chocolate and fizzy drinks and sugar galore, holding each other while grease is playing on the TV.

>Jonathan still scolded the both of you for all the sugar, and for being up past 1:00am

>After that tho, he's feels more calm about you.

>When you're at you full height, he likes to play hide n' seek. He knows you kinda suck at it.

>If you ever have your horns out, and you do something bad, he'll grab you by the horn and drag you down to eye level before proceeding to tell you off.

>He definitely has painted you, whether that be looking like a regular human and a demon. (The demon ones are strictly hidden around his place to not alert his family, he doesn't to worry them, they've been through to much)

>He honestly still doesn't know if you can swim, despite living in Cali and having access to several.

>When it comes to sleeping, boy is always sleeping on you. You're the big spoon unless he wants to help you fall asleep cause of your insomnia.

>Joyce loves to have you over. Your a great help to all her kids and even herself. It makes her happy to see Will is happy with someone who really loves him.<3

#stranger things #will byers #will byers x reader #will byers x male reader

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