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naffeclipse · 3 months

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*slides leopardtaur Y/N to you across the table like a seedy casino*

*picks leopardtaur Y/N up and slips them into my inner jacket pocket*

You escaped Fazco's jungle park the moment it fell, darting to the outer regions of dense forest and tangled vegetation to soak in the untouched tropics. Your lower body takes after a leopard with a tawny coat and beautiful black rosettes. You're sleek, swift, and dangerous but not the biggest threat.

While in captivity, you caught whiffs off handlers of strange scents and heard gossip from those feeding you about the other monsters. You don't see any now, but you know to avoid conflict is to avoid encounters. You hunt at different times than might be typical for other beasts and avoid taking prey that might be missed. Usually, you rest in trees and hope to go unnoticed. You enjoy your newfound freedom. You hope to never see another human again.

Unfortunately, you're not alone. You realize that when you catch distant hisses and the echoes of slithering in the undergrowth. There are also the bones left from meals picked clean that you occasionally stumble upon. Massive paw tracks are left in the moist dirt. When you step into it with your paws, the imprint engulfs yours.

You'd rather not find out who those belong to. You're fierce but small. If anything big catches you in its teeth, it's over.

That doesn't mean you're never found. One lazy evening, just after nightfall, you wake up from a cozy nap along a thick tree branch. You yawn, opening your jaws and flashing your sharp teeth, stretching your arms and four legs and flicking your tail, only to realize that there's something above you. Wide, red eyes, caught off guard, stare down at you from higher branches. A naga, deep blue and hooded, dotted with diamonds of red and yellow scales, stares back. He must have been slithering along, not realizing the tree was already occupied. He starts to say something. You've already dashed down the tree trunk and bounded away faster than a bird disappearing into the forest.

That was too close, but not as close as your next encounter. The waterside is dangerous—you have to go there for a cool drink when the afternoon sun is hot. You venture forward, furry ears pricked, eyes scanning the verdant trees until you reach the babbling river's side. The noise is dangerous. It can conceal threats you might otherwise hear before they get too close, but you fold your four legs underneath you and cup your hands to drink delicious sweet water. It runs down your chin before you register another presence. The soft hiss of surprise that echoes.

You jump into the water. Splashing furiously, you turn around to face the intruder only to be met with wide blue eyes and open hands, just as stunned to see you as you are to see him. A naga of golden colors and red patches. He doesn't have a hood, not like the other one. Bright frills frame his head like a crown of beaming gold. He smiles reassuringly, almost too excited, and says, "Hello, friend." You spare him not a word as you swim across the river and disappear into the other end of the forest, ignoring his pleas to wait a moment.

The third encounter is too close for comfort. You don't realize you're being stalked until it's too late. The tall grass made you feel safe and hidden, but it only concealed who lurked here. You spy two gleaming orange eyes between blades of grass moments before the tigertaur leaps on you—and in a second, you're pinned. His paws hold your leopard body down, easily dwarfing you, as his hands grab your wrists. His strength puts an end to your attempts to fight back or wriggle free. He coos at you, much to your dismay. When he leans in close, you brace for his teeth to sink into you. Instead, he licks your cheek and tells you how sweet it is to finally get a proper eyeful of you. You're always running or hiding or sleeping. He wants to know your name. He wants you to know his name. He wants to see you again very soon, ignoring your confusion and disbelief that you're still alive.

He finally lets you up. He grabs your wrist when you try to flee. His striped tail whips about like he's playing while your own snaps in feral agitation. He tells you that you can trust him, especially over those snakes. You break free (did he let you break free?) and race back to the shadowy shelter of the jungle trees, breathing hard and frazzled.

You hide harder, staying in trees more and avoiding moving too much in the middle of the day and at midnight. Your paranoia grows when you notice little offers left under the tree where you had a nap at dawn and dusk: small morsels of meat, berries, nuts, and even flowers that hold no nutritional value but are gorgeous. You hear the nagas more, feel their presence, even catch sight of them as they catch sight of you, calling out, urging you to stop for a moment, please.

The tigertaur finds you when he pleases. He catches you bathing in the river one night and proceeds to help you groom your coat and hair despite your raised hackles, and he tells you that you should hunt food together; it would be far more efficient to share meals, and you need more meat. No matter where you go, where you hide, he finds you. You're certain he takes delight in catching you by surprise by how eagerly he snatches you up each time.

You don't like the offerings left by the nagas but you do take them, even the useless flowers. You don't like the tigertaur dragging a large carcass out, dropping it at your feet, and telling you to indulge, but you do eat. You don't know how to handle the attention of so many large predators, much less what to say when you drop by the babbling waterside to find the yellow naga smiling at you and telling you that it's safe, they won't hurt you. You don't know how to respond when you wake up to a soft hum in the middle of the night and find the blue naga a tree over, coiled up and watching you with a ruby gleam and a soft request to come over to his tree. He doesn't bite.

You don't know what to do but you want to survive, and you don't know if you can with the nagas and tigertaur beckoning you closer.

#sun and moon @ leopardtaur y/n: pssst pssst pssst #eclipse @ leopardtaur y/n: *yoinks*#augh i love them #leopardtaur!reader #tigertaur!eclipse #naga!sun #naga!moon #naff writing

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reiningsoral · 3 months

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me, holding my favorite characters from redactedverse, reverie audios, jouska, and goodboyaudios, frothing at the mouth: yeah im really normal about these guys

#reverie audios #redacted audios #redactedverse #goodboyaudios #jouska #*couch couch* Cyril *cough cough*#cupcake and their vamp #augh i love them

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itsjusteds · 23 days

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The WAY SPY ANOTHER DAY DID ONE STEP AHEAD AUGH

I loved it. The acting choices felt fresh and yet still held true to the characters that we know and love. I love that Owen chose to be closer to Curt in some parts as a teasing thing because that petty wanker totally would

Curts little reach out to Owen, while it was short HOLDS SO MUCH MEANING. It shows that he wants Owen, he needs Owen back, but he can't have him. So for only a second he'll cave to that voice in his head that wants Owen back before remembering that this isn't his Owen. Not anymore.

"Feeling a lot of deja vu again" AND THEY DID THE ARM THING AUGH THE THING THAT SYMBOLIZES THEIR TRUST.

GOD JUST KISS ALREADY OMG PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE THE AMOUNT OF HOMOEROTIC TENSION IS INSANE

#i love them so much #it was so well done its gonna ruin me #i am ruined #this is all ill be able to think about FOR DAYS #AUGH I LOVE THEM #SO MUCH #curtwen my sweet sweet boys #curtwen my beloved #one step ahead #spies are forever #tin can bros #spy another day #sad #saf #tcb #tin can brothers #curtwen #eds rambles on

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murderandcoffee · 6 months

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what in the FUCK does noah simes put in the characters he voices to make them so GOOD

#AUGH i LOVE them #peter nureyev #lord arum #noah simes #the penumbra podcast #tpp #bs.txt #josie listens to podcasts

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marbledgummi · 5 months

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[ leans into the mic ] hello i just wanted to announce i hard ship the tadpolycule alltogether and literally the only ones i don't ship are astarion/shadowheart and that is because they are mean girl bffs

thank u for ur time i just wanted to elaborate in case you were hoping for me to post ship content ( i especially enjoy any w astarion bc i love him and am biased towards My Boy but they're so good )

#bloodweave is a fave but fireblood is good too and so is wyllstarion and so is-#augh i love them

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sbk-zgvlt · 11 months

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Heyyyy, This random stranger here had an idea...

Something, something, shrinking potion mishap during potionology, something, something.

Inspired by the fact that baby crocodiles make laser cannon sounds.

Calling it one of the first years messed up the potion

Imagine being called to the botanical gardens by Professor Crewel because the loud first year from Diasomnia got turned into a baby 💀💀💀

Now, while I am admittedly a huge fan of the Diasomnia found family, I am also fond of another one: Spectral Soiree. Or rather, two science club guys who are INSANE but in opposite sides of the spectrum with their loud crocodile son.

Thinking that while Crewel originally trusted Sebek to Diasomnia, he realized that they're literally fresh off an overblot situation with Malleus 💀💀💀 He sees the first years who are barely holding it together and goes fuck that I'll pass on the kid to my club students instead

Enter: Trey Clover and Rook Hunt.

Crewel just calls them in during club time, plops baby Sebek into Trey's arms and tells them to take care of him or else he's failing them. Trey faints. Rook catches Sebek just in time.

Baby Sebek thinks Trey is his father!!! And this makes him very affectionate towards him! He would rather be held by Trey instead of Rook. Although, he does "talk" a lot more when he's with the blonde.

Trey doesn't really know what to think of the situation. Fortunately he has experience since he has two younger siblings and a whole DORM of children/lh Its just a bit awkward to explain to Riddle and Cater why he's holding a baby in the middle of the lounge. Adeuce thought he had a secret son until they realized that it was Sebek.

Rook is excited to take care of Sebek! Baby Sebek hasnt learned how to hide his croc form yet, so he has his tail and scales out. He likes to dress him up in cute onesies and calls him nicknames that arent. French for once. Sebby, Seb, Little croc, etc. If he's feeling like giving people heart attacks, he calls him Little Clover or Little Hunter.

Diasomnia actually fought with Crewel about who would take care of Sebek, but Crewel put his foot down and told them that they just werent mentally...stable enough to take care of a young Sebek.

"AND YOU GAVE HIM TO ROOK HUNT????"

"I have faith in him."

Meanwhile

"ROOK WHAT ARE YOU DOING."

"Ah! Chevalier des Roses! I am simply letting the little clover have some fun!"

"HE'S FACE DOWN IN THE WATER."

"Do not worry! He isn't called little croc for nothing!!!!"

#twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #twst #twst sebek #sebek twisted wonderland #twst sebek zigvolt #my asks!#trey clover #twst trey #rook hunt #twst rook #this should be an au actually #augh I LOVE THEM

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maxs-hot-takes · 5 months

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Coming out of my art block to draw a tiny bit of my favorite rare pair

#fo4 #i love both of fhem so they should kiss #like aggressively make out #i wish there were hancock/Gage interactions in the game #i feel like Hancock would be a super flirt while Gage is just trying to keep his tough guy act up #augh i love them #porter gage #john hancock #nick valentine #oh also i headcanon Hancock as 5'2“ (totally not projecting or anything lol)#my art

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mist-cat · 3 months

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Manticore-17 and Lone celebrating Valentine's day. Or just any day tbh.

#valentines day #art #my art #destiny 2 #exo hunter #destiny awoken #awoken titan #they're just!!!#little guys!!!!#augh i love them #ship art #Manticore-17 #Lone #Lone belongs to my dear beloved friend who has yet to get a tumblr despite me sending him links daily smh #but tbf i haven't gotten a pinterest yet either despite his best efforts #robot #mech

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seizethedeansofproduction · 1 year

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me being normal (thinking about trobedison again. I am extremely not normal about them)

#AUGH I LOVE THEM #my blorbos whom i love so much #trobedison #abed nair #annie edison #troy barnes #community #community tv show #community nbc #six seasons and a movie #sylvia's sitcom shit

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stephaniebrownthespoiler · 22 days

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I'm being very Normal about the netflix show btw

#AUGH I LOVE THEM #expect alot of dbd posting im reading all their comics #Connor's gonna have to wait a bit i fear #after i read all of it i might do like a companion/general thoughts posts tbh #anyways tags #dead boy detectives #second rate musings

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tvlandofficiall · 9 months

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do you think there were any specific moments where swatch and spamton's relationship visibly deteriorated? not that it was ever positive to begin with, but it does seem like they stopped spending any sort of time in close proximity after his bigshot era

YEAH. i do think that they were extremely close during the big shot era, for what it was worth -- lots of spamton watching swatch work and swatch keeping an eye on him, when they weren't in the basement together. i think the relationship appeared romantic on the surface to people who didn't know it as well as those in the palace did, and it was romantic in nature to some air. but that was the time when they were in the closest proximity to one another, when spamton still sought them out for understanding and sympathy. no one else really knew spamton well enough to hold him when he cried, and so to swatch he went. even understanding built on hate and obsession is still understanding, in a twisted sort of way.

i think the drive in their relationship hit its absolute peak in the early years of spamton sneaking into the palace post-big-shot, disguised as swatch, but as spamton slowly gave up on sneaking in and started growing more and more isolated, things sort of petered out. during chapter 2, spamton declares that he doesn't need "EASELS", and i think especially in snowgrave the idea of swatch as any sort of confidante had just completely left spamton's mind. as for swatch, i think it wasn't until castle town that they realized how much they needed spamton around at all.

#ooc #swatchton #swatch #spamton #deltarune #AUGH i love THEM

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sonbath · 1 year

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Cant stop thinking ab asheiji 😰😰😰😰😰

Also!! First time posting my art online woah!!

Loosely inspired by this fic on ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/45862939

In my brain this takes place like just before the fight with Arthur so that’s why ash is being all emo and annoying and doesn’t want to let himself imagine a future with Eiji🤓☝️

#they’re idiots your honor #sorry ash looks ugly I got lazy #banana fish #ash lynx #eiji okumura #augh I love them #I just wanna give them little forehead kisses

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itsjusteds · 2 months

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Is this late? Yes. But I was watching Spies are Forever with my cousin so I was busy indoctrinating people. I'm drawing every saf character daily until I've drawn all 55.

Also shout out to Starkid for hitting 200k ALREADY THATS INSANE THATS AMAZING IM SO EXCITED

Today's character is the random Russian goon that shoots up at Curt and Owen. This character is literally just a silhouette. Day 48/55