#feeding alligators fic

[atsadi-shenanigans]

You Could Just Ask

Summary:

“You still gonna be a jackass to our friends instead of just asking me to pleasure you?” you say. He swallows. His adam’s apple bobs. “If this is my reward, absolutely.” He can’t see you smile at this angle. He can feel your grip leave his cock to slide your fingers through his hair before you grab. Still slow, still steady, giving him plenty of opportunity to stop you. He don’t. He lets you pull his head back, bare his throat, and only whimpers and shivers against you.

Or: Astarion is terrible about communicating what he wants. But Eleanor is getting good at translating gremlin.

Astarion has been in a fucking mood for two days now. It’s driving you nuts, it’s driving everybody nuts, and by all accounts, it’s driving him nuts. Ain’t nobody can put a finger on it, neither. He’s well fed, y’all went on a murder spree day before yesterday, and he even found a nice, silk jacket to wear around camp.

Man’s got it made.

And decided to be a bitch about it.

You sit at the breakfast fire, needlessly poking at the embers with a stick while he makes snide swipes at Gale’s cooking (which he don’t eat), Karlach’s clutter (she just found a stuffed owlbear to match Clive), and Lae’zel sharpening her weapons (he got a point, there).

Even Wyll stares at the fire, shoulders set in a tense line. Something’s gonna snap if somebody don’t do something.

“It’s not as if you can deal any real damage,” Astarion says to Shadowheart, who tried to get him off Gale’s ass and is now taking the brunt of it. “We all saw how accurate your spells were in the temple.”

She looks all cool and collected. Just lifts one of her eyebrows. But her knuckles are white as her fists tremble. Shadowheart fought off the mother superior of her former, well, it ain’t called a church, here. But she fought the bitch and won and she paid for it.

“That’s it.” You stand

Astarion clocks the movement and turns to face you (stares down his nose at you; or tries to since you two are the same damn height).

“Y’all wanna head out?” you say over your shoulder to the others as they stash their day gear into their packs. “I think we’ll stay here, today.”

“Gladly,” Gale mutters in an outside voice.

“Welcome to it,” Karlach says which means hoo-boy, even she’s getting pissy.

Wyll gives you a blank look, that slowly morphs into a sly “good luck” sort of grin. Turd. Everybody thinks the Blade of Frontiers is so upstanding, much nobility, wow. But Wyll is a sly little shit, is what he is. He just hides it real good until it’s time to strike.

They all shuffle on outta there double quick. Astarion watches them go as he checks his nails for damage that ain’t there.

Then you’re alone—well and truly, Shadowheart and her half-elven hearing—and you turn to your exasperating lover.

“The fuck was all that?” you say.

He just looks at you, all unimpressed. Sniffs. “What was what, dear? You’ll have to be more specific.”

You will not throw your camp slipper at him. He dodges too well, and then you got to go fetch the damn thing before either Scratch of Sweetums gets it and demolishes it (or drops it in the river, bad dog) (but not really bad bad dog, and he got pets later on, anyway).

“You’re being a dick,” you say.

To which he, predictably, rolls his eyes. “As if it’s my fault we’re surrounded by incompetent idiots.”

His gaze flicks down. Just for a second. You almost miss it, but it landed on the top of your tunic. You got yourself a new one of those, too. But only to wear around camp, cause it’s got itself a damn titty window under some satin neck straps. Astarion’s pupils flare wide a second, and then he glares at you as if challenging you to comment.

You been together several times, in several way by now. He usually initiates (you did once). But you got a suspicion.

You step closer. Reach out slow and careful to crook your finger over the top of his trousers, since he tucks his shirt in and all. Then you pull, slow and steady, leave him plenty of time and distance to stop you or pull away.

But his pupils dilate again, and he steps into you. Lets you drag him flush against your front.

“Astarion,” you say. The man actually licks his lips. “Did you get horny and decide to be an asshole to everybody about it?”

A hint of a smile tugs his lips before he buries that under scorn. “Of course not.”

But you’re learning his tells. The way his gaze hovers over your face, darts down to the titty window and the hint of cleavage like a hummingbird. Also the less than subtle grind against you as he says it.

“Were you being a dick to get us alone?” you say.

A pause, this time. His voice wobbles a touch when he says, “No.”

You lean in. Catch the way his face tilts to meet you.

“I think you’re lying,” you say against his lips. “I think you want me alone, and I think you went all bratty so I’d feel ornery about it.”

His inhale stutters. A minute shiver runs through him. “And what would you do if you were, ahem, ‘ornery?’”

It’s mind boggling how much things’ve changed in the months since y’all met. Since the disastrous first days of…this. That you can be here now, with him, talking like this? It’s a minor miracle.

He’s so fully pressed into you you can feel his cock twitch even through the cotton trousers.

“Did you do all this so I’d fuck you?” you say. You cannot keep the smile off your face or outta your voice.

He finally cracks. Closes his eyes and runs his lips over yours. Drawls, “Maybe.”

“Is it the strap?” you say. He’d picked it out and purchased it in the city, and then the nice sex shop man showed you how to put it on and, well, implied how to use it. And clean it (that part was very explicit, detailed instructions.)

The tip of his tongue swipes your upper lip. His hands ghost up your sides.

“Would you?” he says.

He takes charge in the sheets. But he bought that dildo to use on him, and he seemed to enjoy it when you did (he whimpered as you fucked him).

You’re learning what you like in terms of dirty talk (it’s surprisingly graphic). He’s an excellent teacher. So you gird your loins, ignore the heat all the way down your neck, and open your mouth. “You want me to spread you wide on my cock and fuck you all better?”

He sucks in a gasp. “Gods, darling, yes.”

Then his lips crash into yours and you’re both stumbling towards y’all’s shared tent.

The rest on AO3 for very, very rated E reasons.

#feeding alligators fic #these two shitheads #you could just ask #surprise smut #astarion smut #astarion fic #tavstarion smut #man's getting pegged #and edged #Astarion doesn't know how to ask for things #this is everyone's problem #was gonna wait to post #had a Monday #said fuckit let's go #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion bg3

[lyzelky]

Feeding Alligators by @atsadi-shenanigans has been stuck rent free in my head for the last few weeks, highly recommend reading it if you haven't already! Stalked their blog (sorry) for any character references and did some sketches of the main character, Eleanor. Bonus pic of her (with slightly longer hair) having a mild freakout dealing with Faerun's finest problem children heroes.

#feeding alligators fic #atsadi-shenanigans #bg3 #bg3 fanart #bg3 fanfiction #fanfiction fanart #ao3 fanfic #sketches #tav #no seriously the fic is so good #go read it #and its companion pieces

[cocomere]

hello i have made more fanart but i actually like it this time

also i finished reading fool's gold and. why. why did you do this 😭

first off we have my wonderful child innit (yes i've adopted it, no there's nothing you can do about it)

secondly i tried to draw Vio. surprisingly the thing i was most overwhelmed about was the jewelry. i just couldn't cope with the lack of hair so i gave him some more hair.

the first one is with the colours i picked and the second one is "canon" colouring. i wasn't entirely sure what his tail or the triangle pin looks like but i tried. yes i used the splatter tool for the marking i tried drawing them by hand but it looked terrible. i also tried to include the second joint in how he bends his arms. originally i has the lab coat's colour to be more obnoxious than the one you had picked but it hurt my eyes so i changed it

also i noticed the mention of his second pair of eyelids a lot. so he has a nictitating membrane? i'm assuming that's what it is, since it fits the description and the way those open/close would be considered wrong (from left to right instead of up and down)

if it is a nictitating membrane- i remember seeing somewhere that his planet had glass(?) storms, so i was wondering if that protects his eyes like a camel's protects its eyes during a sandstorm? sorry i just find this sort of- not world. uh species-building interesting lol

!!! MORE ART FOR THE FRIDGE AYYYYY

You aren’t the only one to adopt Innit. Askblog is interesting. You can see the evolution of Daz in it, too!! I did it because I feed on reader’s tears :3c Also, Innit Going Away was pretty much inevitable. There was no way for it to be on the askblog suddenly without it having vanished, because Innit was created LONG after Daz had been introduced. I had to work backwards to figure out what would have made that happen. I think the answer is kind of heartbreaking, ngl, but like...I don’t see another way it could have turned out. It led to some fun content tho!

Oh, right, you didn’t see the very top. The canon colors are to give a better idea of what I had in mind. Sky blue could mean a LOT of different shades! I know that actually drawing with those PRECISE colors might be difficult, and I have a disclaimer about “yes, I know it could shift in Actual Art, this is just to have a solid baseline to work off of.”

The tail is more like an alligator’s, and it’s the spines along the top of it that can go flat or Not Flat as he so chooses.

And, yes, that’s what I mean by that lmao. I honestly didn’t consider it re:glass storms, but you’re right! That’d definitely help with those, as well as with general sand blowing about.

I loooooove world and species building. It’s SO fun to really dig into the minutiae of how do these things work and WHY? Vio has a lot of really interesting quirks in particular-- like, magic is basically poison to him. A LOT of enchantments either don’t work at all or cause a huge backlash if he tries to use them (water-based ones in particular. That’s why he hates tridents lmao). Others only kinda-sorta work. Silk touch is one that straight up has zero effect. Even with a properly enchanted pick, it fails to activate. This will eventually become a plot point in the rewrites, hehe!

I have a lot of lore sunk into Sanctuary itself (and a fair bit of it is in Sibling Acceptance Rituals and onwards!!) as well as Blood & Gold. A LOT of stuff that never actually made it into any fic was figured out! For instance, one of the few things bgWilbur DIDN’T lie about was his mom being Lady Death. This comes up in a few AUs, but not in the main timeline nor Welcome To The Inn/Creepypasta.

[last-starry-sky]

✨Welcome, hope you enjoy your stay🌙

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About me:

F/32/US - call me by my url(s) or just Kate

This is my 18+/nsfw fandom and writing blog for COD, specifically MW2.

My main (which is generally sfw) is first-full-moon.

I've recently come back to tumblr after a long hiatus and decided to get into writing. I'm not new to writing, but I am to sharing it, especially in a fandom space.

I write and support a wide spectrum of fanfic/art. In general, if you don't enjoy dark themes, then my blog isn't for you, sorry! I tag all pairings and all fics should have PLENTY of warnings. Block what you want! As an adult, you are responsible for your own content curation here.

Asks are OPEN. Anon is ON.

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Simon "Ghost" Riley

Phantom!Ghost ((this is baby's first fic. pls don't read it. also, i'm never going to finish it lmao))

Girl's Night Out: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 pt1 - Chapter 2 pt2 - Chapter 2 pt3 - ((Chapter 3 is outlined, I just don't know when I'll get to fleshing it out :x))

Babysitting with Totally Platonic Roommate!Simon: Chapter 1 - ((Chapter 2 is on the docket!!! It will happen I promise!!))

Size Kink prompt for lovely anon❤️

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Medieval Highlander AU: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - ((Part 4 may be the last part idk but I do have a banger of an ending already mostly written.))

Phillip Graves

innocent!reader x Graves: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - ((Chapter 4 coming soon!))

#masterlist #pinned #about #starry writes

[aceontheline]

CaliYork Fic (Pt. 15)

Cali and New York decided to spend the majority of the day together, starting off with some wholesome activity. York made breakfast for the two of them. He was humming something the whole time, but Cali couldn't make it out. York muttered something under his breath. It sounded like Italian. Cali genuinely wanted to know what York was saying, so he pulled out his phone. He remembered the phrase with ease and typed it out on his phone.

"Ti amo così tanto, Bello" or... I love you so much, Handsome (rough translation). York smiled as Cali swooned over this. Cali went up to York while he was cooking and hugged him from behind. His head perched onto York's shoulder so contentedly. York kissed Cali, chuckling to himself. Since they were still on the Northeastern side, they saw others walking about. Mass, though, was alone. He came up and asked what the "two lovebirds" were up to. York said he was cooking breakfast for the two them, feeding Cali a piece of bacon. Cali laughed, ate it, and said it still needed a little more cooking.

"My God, if you two get any sweeter, I'm gonna have cavities just from being in close proximity" Mass teased.

"Oh shut it, Masshole!" York responded in a teasing tone, making Mass laugh.

Mass left the two alone after watching them cook for a bit. York and Cali dined on Pancakes, bacon and eggs that morning, enjoying each other's company. York would feed Cali at some points, and Cali reciprocated. After cleaning up from breakfast, the two went for a nice walk outside. The weather was warming up a bit, so the two just went out in light long sleeves and jeans.

The two ended up in a shopping square, where they shopped away for a while. York got some new clothes that made him look a bit more "Work Casual". Cali got more of his typical "Hipster" type clothing. York teased Cali about having a "too full closet", to which Cali playfully shoved him in response. After clothes shopping, they went to a couple random stores... Before once again running into Mass. He had Virginia with him, and spotted the couple. He waved at them, inviting them to say "Hi". York walked over, holding Cali's hand.

"I swear, I keep seeing you two everywhere. You followin' me or something?" Mass asked teasing. York chuckled, stating that following Mass around would get boring fairly quickly. Mass agreed, asking what the two were doing here. Cali said that they did some clothes shopping & were now just looking around.

"Doin' a little 'Window Shopping', eh? Well, York's here so... You've got plenty to choose from" Mass replied with a wink.

"Shut up! Enjoy your time with ya' date!" York teased back, shoving Mass into Virginia.

York and Cali walked away shortly after. That remark swam around in Cali's head for a moment, to the point where he had to comment on it. He asked about Mass and York's current relationship. York insisted that the two were merely friends & that anything else was completely out of the question. "After all, I've got you" York said, kissing Cali's cheek. Cali blushed, apologizing for seeming worried. The two continued "window shopping" for a bit before going back home.

The states all had a "Table Meeting", where York vocalized his frustration that Louisiana wouldn't help him with the alligator he found in his lakes. Cali reeled him in, saying that he was sure it'd be take care of well enough. York sighed heavily and reveled in the fact that Cali was confused about the snowfall in the Southern region. Just then, Mass said something about fixing lights. Gov insisted that the lights were working fine. "The lights are already on" Gov stated matter of factly. "Yeah, there's the problem" Mass said, shutting the lights off. He chuckled to himself. While the lights were out, York and Cali kissed for a while, before Florida asked Cali about the snow.

Mass explained that a certain high school in his division couldn't turn the lights off for years and now they could. The others went about their business as usual for a few more moments, before Gov turned the lights back on. Michigan and Ohio talked about the train derailment and the effects it had on them, with Michigan insisting that Ohio keep his "radioactive dirt" to himself. That made York and Cali chuckle. The two practically tuned the rest of the meeting out and instead focused on each other.

York allowed Cali to sit on his lap, cuddling into him. York's head perfectly rested onto Cali's back, making him blush. Once the meeting was over, the states all disbanded, except for... Yep. Mass ran into the two again. He asked about the "Lovey Dovey" stuff that was happening during the meeting. When the lights were out.

"Do I gotta tell you 'bout every time Cal and I kiss? Weirdo" York teased.

"Fair, fair. Now get outta here, Lovebirds. And go make out somewhere else, would ya'?" Mass retorted, chuckling.

The three laughed, then parted ways. There was a sinking feeling in Cali's chest. Why was Mass seeming to intrude so much on their love life? Cali stored this thought in the back of his mind, as York took him out to dinner later. It was a low-key dining experience, but still nice enough to where they had to change clothes. The two were pretty much talking and laughing the whole time. Flirting a little too, of course. "York is the one. Stop overthinking it. Mass is just messing around" Cali reassured himself, after York said that same Italian phrase he did earlier.

"Ti amo così tanto, Bello". The way York said it. So dreamily, happily. The soft smile on his face. Cali melted a little, hugging York. The two finished their dinner & shared a dessert, before heading home.

Immediately when the two got back into York's room, they cuddled up to each other. Cali loved hearing York's heartbeat. It was so relaxed and mellow. He tapped along to the rhythm of the beats. "What're you doing, you dork?" York teased, kissing Cali's forehead. "Mimicking your heartbeat" Cali said. York just chuckled and kept petting Cali all along his back. York's arms eventually draped over Cali, as he kissed the top of Cali's head. Cali's arms Immediately wrapped around York. "Warm" York muttered, sounding content. Cali giggled, playing with the collar of York's shirt. York gave Cali a mildly suggestive look.

"Keep playing with it like that, and I won't be responsible for what happens afterward" York teased, making Cali's face turn a deep shade of red. York chuckled, kissing Cali & apologizing. Cali insisted it was okay, just that he didn't expect such direct flirtation.

"Whatever you say, Gorgeous" York replied, in a dreamy tone.

"You're one to talk, Handsome" Cali replied, stroking a finger along York's chest.

York smiled at that, kissing Cali's forehead. The two remained cuddled up to each other like this for a while. They were talking and saying sweet nothings to each other, before Cali fell asleep. York watched his lover sleep for a moment. He smiled to himself. "So peaceful, my lil' angel" he thought. After a few more moments of bored silence, York just scrolled on his phone, before seeing a message pop up from... Massachusetts.

"You good to hang?" He asked. York's fingers hovered over the keyboard. He wasn't sure about this, considering he'd be doing this without Cali. "Cal's asleep tho" York replied. It took a minute or so for Mass to reply. "It's okay. Come hang with me, I'm bored" Mass replied.

York had to think about it... Before remembering how deep of a sleeper Cali seemed to be. York sighed, leaving Cali alone to see what Mass wanted.

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#wttt #welcome to the table #wttt fanfic #wttt new york #wttt california #wttt massachusetts

[antimattercontainment]

What’s a fic idea that you have but haven’t written yet?

What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

Ooh boy! Thanks for the questions!

I'll answer the second question first, because the first one is going to get long, so I want to put that under a "read more"

Favorite line(s) that I have written

My favorite lines are probably both from a Young Justice (cartoon) work I wrote called The Big Guns, where Batman goes to Mr. and Mrs. Kent to convince Superman to be nicer to his clone, Superboy. Both are said by Ma Kent, naturally.

“I respect the Heck out of your Justice League,” Ma Kent said, “but the whole bunch of ‘em treat emotional repression like it’s an Olympic sport."

[Clark] hesitated. “Do you really think [Superboy's] scared? He just seems so angry all the time.”  “Ain’t a whole lot of difference between angry and scared, sometimes — except angry feels safer.”

Fic idea that I haven't written yet

It's an idea for a TMNT 03 fic that I have very roughly outlined, and really want to write when I can finally wrangle my brain.

Basically, Hamato Yoshi survives his encounter with the Shredder thanks to advanced Utrom medical technology. From a human technological standpoint, they basically bring him back to life. His pet rat Splinter, however, still believes that his beloved master is dead, and continues on in the events of canon for a few years: adopting his sons, getting mutated, and beginning to train them as ninjas in the sewers. Meanwhile, Yoshi becomes friends with Leatherhead, who is still living with the Utroms at this time.

Or: Sometimes, a family is a ninja master, his former pet rat, all his adopted turtle sons, their alligator uncle, a bunch of squishy pink aliens, and the humans who have dedicated themselves to protecting them.

Buckle up. I've got Thoughts™ about this story.

One day, several years after nearly being killed by the Shredder, Yoshi is running from some Foot ninja and goes into the sewers to hide. He stumbles across the Turtle Tots (who definitely aren't supposed to be out of the Lair while Master Splinter is on a supply run). Recognizing the similarities between them and LH—and the fact that they're babies—Yoshi tries to approach them, but they bolt further into the tunnels and disappear.

When Yoshi gets back to HQ and tells LH and the Utrom council about this, they all agree that the mutants need to be brought back to HQ so they can take care of them. You can't leave kids alone in the sewers! LH definitely picks up a bunch of books on parenting and turtle care.

Yoshi and LH head back down into the sewers and set up a surveilance system to try to find the turtles. Most of the cameras never catch more than a few frames of turtle-y shadows before they get dismantled (hi Donnie!). However, one of the better hidden cameras spots not just the turtles, but an older mutant rat who seems to be taking care of them. Yoshi thinks he looks familiar, but then the audio feed picks up one of the tots calling him "Master Splinter" and Yoshi damn near loses his mind.

Yoshi and LH eventually find the Lair and make contact with Master Splinter. Splinter is overjoyed that his beloved master is alive, but very wary of taking his sons to live with the Utroms, who are strangers to him. He may love Yoshi, but he's a father now, and he has to put his sons' safety first. The Tots are entranced by LH, and ask him all sorts of questions about his scales and teeth and climb all over him like a jungle gym. LH is a little disappointed that he doesn't get to be a dad, but he is fully on board to become their doting uncle.

Eventually, Splinter is convinced to move his family in with the Utroms. He gets to train his sons in ninjutsu alongside his Master Yoshi (who is VERY IMPRESSED at how good Splinter is from just mimicking his moves as an ordinary rat) and gets to split some of the parenting duties with Grandpa Yoshi and Uncle Leatherhead. After all, being a single father of four is exhausting.

Donnie of course becomes the darling of all the Utrom scientists and has unlimited access to all the advanced alien technology he could ever dream of. However, he still does a lot of tinkering with repairing and repurposing old or broken equipment. It's how he got his start in tech, back in the sewers, and he's also found that it helps him learn faster than starting out with something brand new and fully functional. By getting familiar with older models, their quirks, and common points of failure, he gets really good at improving new designs. With his help, the transmat gets completed a few months or years faster than in canon.

Raph sort of becomes the rough-and-tumble little brother to the rest of the Guardians. He even talks them into letting him tag along on some of their (less dangerous) missions. Guardian Prime Hamato Yoshi is furious whenever he finds out his grandson has gone on another "outing", but the Raph is stubborn and the Guardians think he's too cute to say no to (though they're never going to tell him that). When he's older, he has the most contact (and conflict) with the Foot clan, which absolutely terrifies Yoshi.

Mikey finds out that a fair number of the Utroms are actually really interested in Earth pop culture. They always have a grand old time reading comics together, and Mikey is always roping in other Utroms and Guardians for movie watch parties. The Guardians are suckers for letting Mikey sit in their laps, and some of the Utroms even let him hug them like a pillow during some of the scarier parts. He and Yoshi bond by watching classic Japanese monster movies and samurai movies together. Mikey even gets him to watch a little anime with him. Living in America among literal space aliens, it's a nice way for Yoshi to maintain a connection to some of the more mundane parts of his native culture.

Leo is a little shy, and really only latches onto a few people outside of his immediate family. One of them is Mr. Mortu, who Leo thinks is just the coolest person ever. He gets really interested in Mortu's responsibilities, so he kind of becomes a little assistant to him. If Mr. Mortu is unavailable and you have any questions about the logistics of the Utrom's and Guardians' operations worldwide, Leonardo is the turtle to talk to.

Surprisingly, he also bonds with the Navigators (the unnerving trio of Utroms who make up the Utrom council and speak as one being in three parts). He likes to sit in front of their tanks as they tell him stories about what life is like among the stars. After a while, the Navigators start using a lot of bad puns, and Leo starts picking up the ability to sense safe pathways between solar systems. Eventually, when the Utroms get back to their homeworld (Guardians and mutants in tow), Leo is almost as capable as an actual Utrom Navigator. (Cue opportunities for him to lead his family on Space Shenanigans).

While the turtles are growing up, they need activities to keep them occupied and to test their ninja skills, so Yoshi designates them as the official testers of security at the TCRI building. Basically, can they break into the building? Can they get into especially secured areas? Can they break out of the building? And can they do this all while remaining undetected? In theory it's a training exercise for both the turtles and the security personel. In practice, it's a complex running tournament of capture the flag. There is a leaderboard set up in just about every breakroom and common area, and Grandpa Yoshi, Master Splinter, and Uncle Leatherhead are always insufferably smug whenever their boys are in the lead.

I want to write this so badly, and I will someday! My brain is just not cooperating at the moment.

#answered asks #my fanfic

[clownpi]

I reached a mental block with the demon fic and now my brain is blessing me with a trickle feed for the next chapter of Alligator Powder with Vi growing increasingly concerned the more she notices how down bad her Pow-Pow is for Lux. 

She’s like perfectly fine with Powder liking her, but Lux is so...extra that there’s a lot of concerns to think about (her family, will Lux ever notice, will Lux try and dissect her sister) common issues.

Also:

Gonna see if that creative juice extends to anything else I’m working on...

#fanfic update #fanfic meme #alligator powder #lux #praying my brain lets me

[freebooter4ever]

I just saw a post about a men that has an emotional support alligator named Wally!!! That reminded me of your amazing alligator au☺️ If your interested here is a link to the article ☺️https://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/2022/08/29/emotional-support-alligator-wally-henney/

oh my gosh LOL no its the other way around! :D Real life Wally is 100% the inspiration for fictional Wally. He's why I named Wally 'Wally'! ^_^ I watched a bunch of youtube videos about Wally that showed him doing his emotional support alligator job for reference. You have no idea the amount of research I put into that fanfic hahahahaha. Like I won't say I'm competent enough to own an alligator as a pet now, but if I had to babysit an alligator for a while I could totally do it. After all, Snafu would make sure to know absolutely everything about how to give his baby the good life - provide enrichment in Wally's bathing pool, how to feed him, etc. I also watched a lot of real Wally's videos because that 'emotional support' aspect of him as a pet is real. In my fic Snafu is dealing with some severe PTSD and depression, and fictional Wally helps. The man who cares for real life Wally said that his alligator somehow senses his moods and will come snuggle when he's sad. And it's really funny watching random people in the videos who are at first nervous to pick Wally up, but then once they are holding this docile alligator they're like 'wow his breathing is really soothing'. That's what inspired this particular doodle: https://freebooter4ever.tumblr.com/post/652315892484653056/eugene-rocking-wally-to-sleep-with-one-little#notes

#Sorry im really passionate about alligators now #Alligator AU

[ashdreams2023]

Hi love! I absolutely loved your fic where Loki and Buck turned into babies and I was hoping maybe you could write something else like that? Like maybe if Loki turned into a baby and reader had to take care of him and all of the shenanigans that will ensue? If not, that’s totally fine 👍❤️ lots of love and thank you 😊

Baby mischief

Summary: Loki gets tuned into a baby and you have to take care of him

It was supposed to be one of you free off missions days, no patrols or anything like that but instead you woke up to thor screaming.

He was loud sure but this time it sounded like a panicked scream so you jumped out of bed to the living area.

"BROTHER NO!" You blinked at the scene in front of you, the blonde was trying to take away a dagger from a baby that was crawling all around the living room.

"I feel like I missed something important…did I?" Steve who was rubbing his temples in frustration answered your question " let me fill you in, sit down"

As Steve explained the situation you stared the 8 month old baby basically fighting for it’s life to get out of Thor’s steal arms.

"It’s gonna last a few days and we can’t leave him unsupervised" you knew what he mean and you couldn’t even argue back.

"Loki, baby boy look at me" you called the little baby and when he looked your way his eyes went wide, he reached his tiny hands to you in a grabby motion and your heart just melted.

"Thank god he still likes you"

Loki was a pretty damn cute baby and a big one, he didn’t seem like he’ll be much trouble….oh how wrong you were.

That chubby cheeks baby was the sneakiest thing you’ve even see, you can’t turn your head for second before he’s doing something crazy.

"LOKI!" You screamed trying to get him off the fridge, you have no idea how he got up there, also the knives, the way you just know Tony will blow up when he finds out you replaced them all with plastic ones.

Loki crawled towards one of Natasha’s guns she left outside to get fixed and you almost had a heart attack and he has the audacity to talk back to you in baby language.

"Hey! I don’t know what that means but I’m not letting you get hurt" then he’ll pout and start kicking his feet in frustration, you’ve learned enough that leaving him let it out is better than giving in to his little plans.

"I got you something" you pulled a teddy bear from behind your back and showed it to him, it was a Thor themed bear one of the ones you buy at gift shops.

He curiously touched it, his big green eyes recognizing the little outfit then reaching out for it.

You sighed in relief in seeing him now distracted by the toy, chewing on it and mumbling gibberish.

Then it was feeding him, Loki was one picky baby like no baby or steamed vegetables or anything like that would make it to his stomach.

"Come on, I don’t have milk and you have to eat something" you were desperate and Loki was just on the verge of tears, he was clearly hungry but didn’t know what to do.

At one point you called pepper and she gave you some advice, even told you of a brand of formula to buy for him.

That’s how you ended up with a baby in a shop kart looking for formula and some toys, funny enough it seemed like Loki was more quiet around strangers than at the tower, probably because he felt comfortable with you.

"Loki there’s an alligator one, don’t you want it?" You showed him the plushie and just simply hugged it.

He sure was cute, and he knew it.

Also that was the day you learned babies are pretty expensive, along with food you had to buy him clothes and diapers, you may or may not have bought a dress or two but it wasn’t a big deal you knew Loki embraced his feminine side.

Also lots of hair accessories because his hair was just so soft and cute, pigtails looked ADORABLE on him.

The rest of your time was spent following the little trouble maker wherever he crawled or stood, and just smooched his soft cheeks when he did something adore or got crackly.

By the time he was back though you looked a mess, literally like an exhausted house wife that stayed with the kids all day.

"Oh darling you-" you cut him off by throwing Thor’s bear at his face.

"Go cuddle with it and sleep, I wanna a nap" you whined.

Loki fought back the amused smile and just picked you up to bed, you did a good job of taking care of him and he appreciates it.

"Sweet dreams my love" he kissed your head.

Btw: This was SO FUN! i need somebody to write a fanfic about it 🥺 oh and if somebody wants some baby Loki art check out @ Alexa_520 on Twitter



#imagine #mcu #loki laufeyson #loki #fanfic #loki x reader #loki imagine #mcu loki #loki/y/n #loki fluff #loki humor #baby loki #loki laufesyon x reader #loki friggachild #loki friggason

[themochimadeoftaro]

BACK TO THE SWATCHTON GRIND BABYYYYYYY

This was a challenge where you put your computer in grayscale, choose a random colour palette and use that to paint whatever drawing you're doing

But now I'm so mad cuz it doesn't look like a proper challenge LMAO

Maybe later I will do one again but have a friend choose the palette for me so it will look less pleasant to the eyes LOL

Anyway, here, my dear followers

I will feed you after millenia now.

(Also, is this a small hint to that swatchton fic I was writing months ago? 👀)

(Also included how I saw the drawing before turning off the grayscale)

See ya later alligators ;)

#deltarune #deltarune chapter two #deltarune fanart #swatch #swatch deltarune #spamton addison #deltarune spamton #deltarune 2 #swatchton #swatch x spamton

[atsadi-shenanigans]

I read All I Want for Solstice and drunk Batstarion hasn't left my mind since

THE WAY I FCKFHN SCREAMED 😆🤣 This is the greatest thing ever!!!

#Batstarion #astarion #drunk astarion #the legal blood drunk limit for fly is #um… #feeding alligators fic #these two shitheads

[dragonoffantasyandreality]

Alan’s comfort

This was something I wanted to write about TOS Alan (and maybe continue on with this series of mini-fics... I don’t know lol)

But I like to thank @myladykayo, @katblu42 (and Red, I forgot your tumblr name, sorry *sweatdrop*)

(Also tagging: @mothmandalore, @dreamycloud, @jacksonstarkiller, @uniwolfcorn. You are very welcome ;)

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Alan shut the door behind him and stomped across his bedroom to crash into his bed headfirst. He felt tired. Physically… and emotionally.

The arguments with his dad were getting the tole on him. He felt he was getting nowhere, despite his greatest efforts. Why was he getting nowhere? He doesn’t fucking know! (If Scott would’ve heard his thoughts, he would’ve called him out to watch his profanity.)

He flipped to his back and looked up at the ceiling. He let out a long sigh, letting out the bottled-up frustration he had with his life. He felt that anything he tried wasn’t enough. Another sigh. Followed by a tiny whine.

 Being the youngest one was hard.

 Alan listened to the clock on his nightstand ticking away. Time passed slowly for the young blond. His breathe felt he had been chocking on the air of the island. It wasn’t just the heat. His family was suffocating him.

 He needed fresh air. So, Alan got up and kneeled to reach something under his bed. It was a box. A big box. He opened it, revealing stacks of some magazines. A collection that he had since he was fourteen. He took them out and opened to a certain page, one by one. He felt a sense of calm when he looked at them and its not from nostalgia. He laid them on the floor and sat on the rim of the bed to looked over to the open magazines.

 Alan let himself lost on the contents of the pages, relieving his frustration, but his anger was still fresh. He didn’t notice his door opened; a shadow slipped in holding a glimmering silver tray. He didn’t notice the figure laying down the tray on the nightstand before looming next to him. It wasn’t until he felt a warm wrinkled hand placed on his shoulder.

 “Have some tea, Mr. Alan,” said the figure, “it should help you ease your temper.”

 At first, the young blonde didn’t bother to look up at the guest. But then he did, his dim ocean blue eyes met with reassuring old eyes of peridot.

 “Oh… Hi Kyrano,” he greeted lamely.

 The father of Tin-Tin gently rubbed his shoulder before reaching out for the cup of tea and handed to the young adult. Alan wordlessly took it and slowly sipped the warm liquid.

 Kyrano noticed the magazines laying on the floor, immediately recognizing the contents inside, “I see the Kamen Riders give you some sort of comfort,” he pointed out.

 Alan nodded. Taking another sip before replying, “They had always been…”

 He remembered when he opened a random magazine at a thrift store after what it seemed to be a bad day at school, he turned to a particular page that struck a chord in him. A page filled with blurry pictures of the legendary Kamen Riders. Fighting whatever was terrorizing the place where people lived. Titles yelling, “WHO ARE THOSE BUGMEN?!” and texts summarizing a short history about them. It sparked curiosity withing Alan and… since then he became fond of them. Reading every news paper and magazine and listening to every radio and TV about those mysterious, bike ridding bug-eyed heroes.

 Alan’s eyes never left the magazine that started it all, in which Kyrano noticed.

 “Out of curiosity, what aspects of them make you feel comfort?” the elder asked.

 The young blonde said nothing. But his thoughts answered for him: They are cool! They are fascinating! The mystery behind them sends thrills of excitement in him. And the fact that they help and save people as the fight threats and monsters (which they are a mystery on their own), and still do to this day! And… They are respected. Yeah… Respected.

 Kyrano must’ve read his thoughts because the elder suddenly spoke, “I know what you were thinking, Mr. Alan. You wanted to be treated the way most of the world treated those bug-eyed heroes. But I am sure those Riders are just as human as you are.”

 Alan knew that. He swore looking at the blurry pictures on the papers and the captured footage on TV, he saw glimpses of them either helping, support and respect each other in smallest gestures! But course, he also saw glimpses of their shortcomings, but does that matter? They were human as much as he could see!

And there times when, basing on the facts from witness reports he could find, a Rider would do something so dangerous, so reckless and over the top, just to save a person’s life, yet their fellows would either just give a fist bump, a tight hug (although very rare), or just any simple gesture of “good job!”.

 His family on the other hand, especially after missions, would scold him for doing something so reckless.  It was getting hard to stay professional. He felt like an underdog. A child! And the only people who treated the way he was supposed to, was Tin-Tin (albeit a little), Brains, Lady Penelope, Parker, his grandmother and even Kyrano!

 “Drink your tea, Alan. You are getting angry again,” kindly reminded Kyrano.

 Alan snapped out of his thoughts looked at Kyrano, then he shook his head, “No, not really. Sort of…” he took another sip.

 Tin-Tin’s father simply stood next to him like a shadow. But it was a reassuring shadow. A quiet shadow that listens but never judges.

 With another sigh, Alan continued, “Its just… There were times where I wish I was a Kamen Rider. Not just because to have cool powers and all, but… because I would feel respected. Respected for my efforts of helping people. For my willingness to reach out my hand to those in peril. I barely get that here. At least that’s how I felt on this island…”

 He then turned to lock eyes with the old man, “Do you think the Kamen Riders will accept me?”

 Kyrano’s eyes widen for a moment. But Alan waited, patiently. Then, the elder finally answered “Well… don’t you think they already have, after that rescue?”

 Alan knew what he was talking about. That rescue with the building fire. The rescue when International Rescue and Kamen Riders have met for the first time. It was a shock, for him and his brothers. One moment they were attacked by some monsters and then the next thing they knew they were saved by the masked bugmen.

 “But what do you mean by that, Kyrano?” Alan raised a curious brow.

 “Well? What have you felt when that certain Rider that you’ve been recently fond with gave you the thumbs up?”

 The young blonde remembered that moment like it was yesterday. When the red Rider lifted his hand and gave Alan (and his brothers) a thumbs up. He thought he had never felt such complete satisfaction after coming back from a mission.

 Alan couldn’t help but to smile.

 “I see…” Kyrano said softly, the corner of his lips slightly raised upwards.

 “But… dad said we shouldn’t trust them… at least not yet!” the young blonde then pouted as he sipped his tea again. Maybe a bit of a gulp.

 Suddenly Tin-Tin’s father snorted, causing Alan’s head to shoot up and stared at him in confusion. Kyrano began explaining calmly, “Ah, Mr. Tracy sure is a wise man. But sometimes he forgets about knowing your allies. In this case, I am very sure the Kamen Riders have a long-recorded history. From what I had seen, they were complicated… but they were mostly good.”

 “Really?” the blue ocean eyes sparkled like the stars he loved.

 “See it for yourself. Don’t take my word for it,” smiled Kyrano honestly.

 The elder turned his heel and went towards the door. But not before turning back and said, “I shall return once you have finished your tea, Mr. Alan,” and then left quietly just as he came in.

 It was no wonder Kyrano was his dad’s close friend, thought Alan.

 His lips stretched into a face-splitting grin. His anger that boiled earlier simmered into a bubbling excitement. Looking down to look at the Kamen Riders in the magazines one more time, he picked them all up and put them back into the box. Then pushed the big carton container back into its place under his bed.

 Getting up, he walked over to a big aquarium, where his Pygmy Alligator was watching him the whole time. The mini gator excitedly crawled up the glass from, looking quite happy for his human friend. Alan smiled as he gently petted his reptile, cheeking the temperature and humidity of the enclosure and looked for anything he should clean.

 Then he looked up the clock… An hour and a half before his Pygmy Alligator needed to be fed. Alan sat next to his mini gator’s aquarium, thinking about what he should do before feeding time.

Then, a thought flashed through his mind. With a cheeky smile, the young blond turned to his gator, “I guess I should follow Kyrano’s advice. Don’t you think, Artemis?”

 The Pygmy Alligator seemed like he’s smiling at him.

 With a grin, Alan got up and went to fetch his laptop before returning to sit next to Artemis. His curiosity began peeking as soon as he opened his custom computer. His inner child thirst for knowledge as he typed in the fist thing that came to his mind:

 … Kamen Rider… Kuuga…

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #alan tracy #kyrano #kamen rider #my fanfics #Kamen Rider Thunderbirds series #Alan's comfort

[chris-evans-indian-fanfic]

Apples and Tomatoes

One-Shot

Description: Chris meets your cats for the first time.

Warning: None! This is only fluff

This one-shot is my entry for @marvelinsanity 's 300 followers writing challenge. Congratulations girl! 😄 You can either choose from her list of amazing prompts or you can write your own fic! Click here to know more

A/N: Both the cats mentioned in this fic exist in my life. I have used their photographs in the fic. Scroll towards the end to watch my another cat sing 🎶If you are happy and you know it say meow🎶

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Chris eyed Mini Maw with uncertainty. He could tell that the feline disliked him. She wouldn't let him pet her, and jerked away everytime Chris tried to come near. She only sat an arm's length away and stared at him intensely, swishing her tail from left to right. 

After dating Chris for almost a year, you had finally decided to introduce him to your cats, Mini Maw and Warreo. 

Mini Maw, as her name suggested, was tiny and skinny. Her thin neck could fit between the "O" formed by your middle finger and thumb. That's why Chris tried to pet Mini before even approaching Warreo while you were freshening up.

"Yes sweetie give me a minute," you cooed from behind the door as Warreo continued to pine for your attention.

Chris heard Warreo's gruff "meows" from the other room as the male cat sat outside the washroom door, waiting for you. Though you had always mentioned that Warreo was more loving than Mini, Chris had his doubts. For one, Warreo was a huge cat. The width of his tail was equal to Mini's neck. Secondly, Warreo sported a lot of marks on his face and neck, remnants of his fights from back when he was a stray.

Chris looked forlorn. His worst nightmare was coming true. Cats had always hated him. And now that your cats hated him too, he knew you would break up with him. Anxiety started gnawing at his mind as he imagined you breaking up with him. You were great with Dodger, hell you could make friends with an alligator if the opportunity arose. But he knew how important your cats were to you. And if they didn't warm up to him...

As he slowly started drowning in his despair, you emerged from your room with the blue-eyed cat at your heels. Chris melted at your sweet smile, but worry was still etched on his face. 

Your smile turned upside down when you noticed the change in his mood. "What's wrong baby?" you inquired while petting both the cats.

He sighed in response, "I am sorry. I… I don't know what it is about me but… I am sorry."

"Hey look at me," you lovingly whispered at his hung head, "what happened Chris?"

"Your cats hate me," he admitted with remorseful eyes, "All the cats hate me. I tried to pet Mini and she moved away. Warreo refuses to even look at me and… ugh I don't know what to do."

You tried to suppress your laughter but couldn't. Chris shot you a puzzled look as you laughed, "Ohh baby! Mini and Warreo don't hate you. They just don't know you yet, that's why they are a little aloof. Here, do one thing," you went to the kitchen and returned with cat food, "Feed them and sit besides their bowls as they are eating. Rub Warreo's back lightly while he eats, but ignore Mini."

Chris had his doubts, "Are you sure?" 

You nodded, "Trust me."

Chris followed your instructions to the T. Warreo's blue eyes looked up at Chris and he said a loud, gruff MEOW. Chris tentatively moved backwards. You chuckled, "He's asking you to tilt the bowl slightly so that he can eat the remaining food." 

Warreo kept his eyes on Chris as he gathered the food in the bowl. The cat started munching again. 

"Chris you need to relax," you coaxed him, "they like you."

"How can you say that? They are not warming up to me. When I first met Dodger he was all over me!" Chris exclaimed in his defense.

"Honey, you cannot compare the behaviour of cats and dogs. It's like comparing apples with tomatoes!" your replied with a smile.

"Apples and oranges," he corrected you solemnly.

"No. In this case it's apples and tomatoes. Just because cats don't jump at you or lick your face when you first meet them, it doesn't mean that they dislike you!" you explained, "The fact that Mini Maw chose to stay in the same room as you, didn't hiss at you and stayed in your vicinity means that she found you interesting!"

Warreo finished his food and looked at Chris expectantly. Chris narrowed his eyes and slowly raised his hand to pet his soft head. It was a success! Warreo closed his eyes in delight as he took in more of Chris' loving pets. The cat then started to rub himself on Chris' body, his tail standing rigidly tight against Chris' figure. "He likes me!" Chris beamed.

"Yes he does! Remember what I told you about Warreo?" you reminded him, "He's always hungry for food and is a forever attention-seeking slut."

Chris laughed heartily at your statement, "He's a slut?"

"He is!" you joined him in his laughter. "He has so much love to give it's heartwarming. And he develops his trust pretty quickly. Unlike this one," you cupped Mini Maw's face in your hands, dropping kisses on her forehead.

"When will she let me pet her?" Chris inquired as Warreo kept nudging his face in his large palm.

"It will take time. But don't lose heart. She is extremely intelligent and has a mind of her own. She will come to you when she wants to," you admitted with a smile.

ONE YEAR LATER

"Hey Mini," Chris got down on his knees to speak to the feline, "I want to ask your Mumma to marry me. Look I even got this ring for her," he showed her a black velvet box with a diamond ring nestled inside, "But before I do, I want your blessings," he admitted sincerely.

Mini walked towards Chris and nuzzled at his knee, looking at him with her wide, yellowish-green eyes. 

Chris pet her head for the first time ever since he met her. "Thank you Mini. I love you too sweetie," he confessed with tears in his eyes.

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Permanent tag: @donutloverxo

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BONUS VIDEO!

Here's Pappa Maw singing-

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[jaegerbroshoe]

It's great talking to you. Sane people talking about fictional works AND global issues at length are rare. Most people are often extreme either on the fiction side or reality side. The fiction = reality argument falls apart when you look at the horror genre. Fiction is a safe space to explore our darker aspects. As Stephen King wrote in an essay, we have to feed the alligator once in a while (fiction) or else it will go out and feed outside (reality).

Thanks! I’m glad to find others who like looking at things from a philosophical and scientific pov.

And yeah, I think people should just learn to respect that others can have different opinions. You may never understand the appeal but you can let people enjoy it in peace (as long as, of course, no one in reality is getting hurt by it—unless it’s consensual like people who like BDSM for example). 

I myself don’t understand the appeal of the horror genre, but you don’t see me bullying people who are into it. And there are certain kinks that I just find weird or disgusting but like, to each their own. I don’t go on fics with those kinks and send hate to the authors because I think what they wrote is gross. I just express my thoughts in a space where I’m not targeting anyone specifically. 

Like, you’re allowed to express that you don’t agree and not associate with those people, but it becomes a problem when you start attacking them to put them down and treating them as inferior simply because of a differing viewpoint. Which is literally what the internet has come down to. People don’t know how to engage in civil discussion or educate others without simply shunning them. People don’t even want to try to begin understanding one another.

P.S. I believe being on either extreme of anything is bad. After all, two sides of a coin still belong to that same coin. You therefore end up with a lot of overlap between the two perspectives, and that leads to contradiction, which makes both arguments fall apart. 

#asks #ok I need to stop going off topic #sorry anon lol #I have too many thoughts #I need to go to sleep #more work tomorrow :'( #me stuff #blog stuff #global issues #snk fandom #rant #my opinion

[snapdraqons]

fuck it tma oc masterpost

Aleksi Hallström

he/they || 31

alligment: avatar of the end

became an avatar of the end in college after nearly dying at a party. his whole thing is convincing people to do impulsive, dangerous and often immoral things so that they've "lived a little" before they die. then when it all falls through and they have to live with the consequences of their actions, it will serve as a reminder of what they did out of their fear of death.

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Ayame Takashima

she/her || 35

alligment: avatar of the beholding

runs "the iris bakery", a bakery/ice cream parlour whose logo is an iris flower with eyes in the petals, which she uses to Watch customers through. her business is very successful, both in terms of prophets and how many people feel uneasy or scared in her café (but don't think it's anything to do with the café itself). elias gets his coffee from there in the morning bc it's the same price as starbucks but much better quality. despite this, ayame and elias genuinely hate eachother. mlm/wlw hostility

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Danni Jackson

she/her || 26

alligment: avatar of the desolation

biker arsonist lesbian serial killer. that's a mouthful. goes on nation-wide roadtrips with her gf shanna where they kill people to appease both their entities. she can't be asked to join the cult of the lightless flame.

Shanna Henri-Smith

she/her || 24

alligment: avatar of the slaughter

beauty guru biker lesbian serial killer. still a mouthful. goes on road trips with her gf danni killing ppl to appease their entities. has a makeup youtube channel and just released her new pallette, which you can get for 20% off by using code MURDER at checkout (it's the name of her pallette)

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Benjamin Earnest

he/him || deceased (d. 1857)

alligment: avatar of the stranger/incarnation of the not-them

a painter who used jonah magnus as his muse and eventually became obsessed with him to an unhealthy degree (jonah didn't really care). as well as painting jonah a lot, he also painted pictures of barnabas bennett that were incredibly uncanny, and over time he started painting himself as barnabas and barnabas as himself. this accumulated in an attempt to steal barnabas' face in 1818 (which failed). his exact fate is unknown, but his death is officially considered to be in 1857 as a result of pneumonia.

(i have a fic about him)

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Odette Laurent

she/her || age unknown (no one knows if she's still alive)

alligment: avatar of the web

an up-and-coming violinist, pianist and cellist in the 1820s and 30s. composed her own music, which would cause people to dance themselves to death without any control over their own bodies. her sheet music was bound in a book and became a leitner. she disappeared in 1837, supposedly after an encounter with jonah magnus and robert smirke. no one knows if she's still alive, but there have been occasions of people dancing themselves to death since then that may be her doing.

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Kennedy Fletcher

she/they || 19

alligment: avatar of the beholding

a very distant descendant of jonah magnus'. her powers specify in computers and cameras, feeding off the fear of people watching them through webcams/cctv or their personal information being stolen. is pretty smart when it comes to computers, but dumb as rocks everywhere else. occasionally rolls up to the magnus institute to visit (read: bother) her second cousin four times removed. she calls him uncle j purely to piss him off.

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Laurence Maklovic

they/them || 27

alligment: the spiral (not an avatar)

statement giver who was marked by the spiral but stopped being scared of it after the first few times it visited them. they then proceeded to fall in love with the spiral/michael. they broke up temporarily because the distortion can't have too much emotional attachment or it'll get replaced. they got back together when Laurence willingly entered the spiral and didn't come out again.

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Elisa Trench

she/her || deceased (d. 2016, age 28)

alligment: marked by the buried (not an avatar)

statement giver who came to the institute because every night she would wake up and there was a dead body and a load of dirt in her room, as if it had been dug straight from a grave a dumped there. It disappeared after she called the police and she can't get definite proof of it being there other than keeping behind some of the dirt. Additionally, every night twice as much dirt is there than the last, and it doesn't show signs of stopping. She was eventually buried alive and suffocated.

The body in her room belonged to her great x5 grandfather, Jonathan Fanshawe. The Buried claimed her as a sort of revenge against the Fanshawe family, taking what rightfully belonged to it after it was stolen in the 1800s.

#tma #the magnus archives #tma ocs #tma oc #avatarsonas #avatarsona #my ocs

[pixelsandkink]

Fauna (Kamilah x MC)

Pairing: Kamilah x Vampire!MC (Talia) Rating: NSFW. There is explicit sexual content. 18+ only. Word Count: ~1820 Summary: Talia has doubts about Turning, but contemplates the things she knows to be true like love, pleasure and the animal kingdom. Notes:  This is probably part three of the Kamilah fics I didn’t know were a three-parter. I guess this would be set just after MC wakes up from being turned. Canon will make this irrelevant shortly anyway! In terms of anything else I’ve written, this would be after “Starlight.” While this is a one-shot, and reading order is not ESPECIALLY important, you might enjoy this more having read that and the fic “preceding” it, “Faith.”  I also inserted that line from that Kamilah BB3 teaser. It’s too good to ignore.

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When she was a little girl, she’d always liked animals. Visits to the zoo. Curled up on the couch for nature documentaries. Hikes through the woods. She’d never had a favorite animal, though. She’d been content learning about orcas, crying out for each other across the seas. Alligators, carving homes for their congregations out of swampland. Clever chameleons, turning themselves to trees to hide in plain sight. 

It had always made her feel delighted and insignificant, to be in a world with all of these creatures carrying on, never to meet and yet...connect in ways that were unfathomable. All these years later, Kamilah had given her the word for it her own secular upbringing had not. 

Ankh. Life. 

And now she existed outside of that. She was a thing of magic and beauty and blood and need. But not life? How could she feel so utterly changed and yet so much the same?  

With the human burden of death, she’d been so certain. 

And now she stared down the face of eternity, of eons of hunger and heartbreak. An epic beyond which mankind could ever comprehend, even in contemplation of its impending doom. These were the thoughts that plagued her. That made her press a palm to her useless heart.

Beyond that, Turning had reduced her to her most basic desires: Hunger. Sex. Rest. 

In theory, Talia understood how much was happening around her. The chaos Gaius had caused was nearly boundless. The clans were scattered. The world was going to have to reckon with the very existence of vampires. 

But she felt like her essence was trying to explode out from the center of her body. As though she needed to strip away her skin. It was so much. So fucking much. She could hear and smell blood thundering somewhere, she was going to have to pounce--to take--to rip--

She heard Kamilah talking to Adrian, tones low, voices whipping back and forth at one another. Not angry exactly, but quick, exacting. Coming to a decision. 

“She needs a day,” she heard Kamilah say and then Adrian’s firm agreement. When Kamilah smoothed her hands down her shoulders, she quickly turned to drink in her face. 

“Kamilah, I don’t know what happens now.” 

Kamilah made a tutting noise. “So long as you’re with me, you’re safe.” 

——————————————————————————————————— As it happened, what was next was blood and a bath. She was quiet as she and Kamilah worked together to smooth lotion onto her skin afterward.

“You don’t have to…” Talia said. 

“I want to.” 

They found the bed together, pressed tightly under the blankets. Kamilah told her to sleep, and though she was so tired, it wouldn’t come. At her back, Kamilah’s throaty voice rose, and a hand joined the one at her chest. It brought their bodies into a sweet S of skin on skin. Later, Talia would remember the way Kamilah’s thigh felt pressed against her own, firm and warm. 

“You’re restless, little firefly.” 

The knowledge bloomed in her brain, like all her synapses firing things at her at once as they rewired who she was: Fireflies. Over 2000 species of cold, blinking, erratic light. Some of them don’t feed at all. The carnivorous eat their own. 

Talia said nothing, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. Kamilah’s fingertip tapped a small, tight curl of hair at the very nape of her neck. When that got no reaction, her tongue soon followed. Then came the prickly press of teeth on the back of her neck. 

Talia could not help the moan that followed, even as it sent her body into a confused tumult. She thought briefly of the lions--was she a lover to be taken or a cub admonished?

“Look at me.” Talia turned over. With a gentle smile and gentler hand, Kamilah smoothed a curl away from Talia’s face. “You’re restless,” she repeated. 

Not an unusual occurrence between them, Talia’s skin and muscles achy and exuberant for a million things she couldn’t name or bring herself to say. Talia only nodded. It was different now. When she’d been human, Kamilah’s power had been mystifying. She understood it better now: that thing she’d chalked up to immortality had in fact been Kamilah alone. This was chilling and reassuring and inspired in her a love that went deeper than she’d thought possible.

Kamilah’s expression was serious, seductive when she murmured, “Let’s tire you out.” 

Help me feel like me again, Talia thought. All she could do was nod once more and close her eyes. Quicker than quick, she was on her back, Kamilah kneeling between her spread thighs. Her eyes gleamed down at her, and Talia shivered. She knew they were sharing the same memories, all the times Kamilah had delivered on promises of pleasure and pain. Kamilah ran a fingertip down her inner thigh and Talia remembered how she’d bruised there. She wasn’t sure she would ever bruise for Kamilah again. Who was she, that she found it a disappointment?

That single finger pressed between her legs, parting her so easily that she groaned in embarrassment. Kamilah gave a sharp laugh. “It’s sweet, the way you make it so easy for me.” 

Talia whimpered and turned her head and Kamilah laughed again. Her fingers moved languidly, a goodness, but not enough. She teased until Talia began to move her hips to meet the hand. Kamilah withdrew her fingers with a soft discouraging sound. “Oh no, sweet girl. Stay still. Or this stops. This all stops.” 

Talia’s breath quickened. This all; she needed this all. And so she went still, determined to take what she was given. Kamilah’s other hand slid up her belly, sending rolling darts of sensation through the muscles there, until she found Talia’s nipple and pinched, hard enough that she made a strangled cry of surprise. 

“Does it hurt so?” Kamilah teased.  Talia’s brain spun. Yes and no.  “Not enough,” Kamilah said, “Not yet.”

Her mind went dizzy with the ways Kamilah had held back when she was human, the way she didn’t have to now that their bodies were equals. She urged Kamilah’s body down over her own, whimpering and moaning into the kiss. Kamilah’s free hand slid up her arm, skimming over the Clan Sayeed mark. 

Hyenas too, live in clans. The females are larger and more aggressive. The “laughter” is a sound of nervousness or submission.  

Her body overrode her mind, and she came apart with a stuttering gasp, senses overwhelmed with pleasure that, just for a moment, eroded her uncertainty. 

Almost on autopilot, she began kissing her way down Kamilah’s neck, but the other woman pulled away, gazing at her for a long moment. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously while her thumb stroked Talia’s earlobe. 

You’re perfect, you’re perfect, you’re perfect, Talia thought. And then: I’m sorry I haven’t been brave. Again, Kamilah rearranged their bodies, so they both lay on their sides, with Talia’s head against her chest, and stroked her hair. 

“You’re restless,” she said again and Talia couldn’t decipher her tone. 

Finally, Talia replied: “I’m not sure I know any other way to be right now.” I still prefer the stars.

This was the only place she could fall asleep.

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The next night, Kamilah shook her awake and bundled her outside into a red SUV. Talia quirked one questioning eyebrow.

“It’s a rental.” 

Talia knew that if she had questions, it was entirely possible that they would go answered. They trundled along away from the city, heading upstate. It was amazing to Talia how the city began to give way and return to nature once again. Kamilah turned off down a windy dirt road, barely large enough for two vehicles to pass one another, perhaps not two cars of the size they were in. 

She pulled to a stop when the road came to an end in a circle--a pathway worn by people pulling around to go back the way they came. 

“We’ll go the rest of the way on foot,” Kamilah said. “We don’t have much further.” 

She was right, the clearing was less than ten minutes at a leisurely pace, hand in hand. In the end, she didn’t have to be shown what she was looking for. They made themselves apparent. 

The clearing sparkled with them. Thousands of them. At first, she saw them as she once did as a human. Random, blinking lights, dazzling, but slow and unsteady. Then, she saw them anew. She was so much faster, could consume so much more at once, it was like their lights burned longer, brighter. Their wings a cacophony, the way they bumped and buzzed with one another. She remembered suddenly that the lights were how they communicated with one another and no wonder it was so loud--a thousand conversations happening all at once. 

The fireflies were a dazzle against the darkness. Given purpose by the nightfall. Made more true for the absence of sun. 

Talia walked into their midst. They did not dart from her--they wouldn’t have been fast enough, anyway. She waited, as patiently as she had as a girl. It wasn’t long before she caught one in her hands. It crept languidly across the lines of her palm. As she looked up again, the lights spun and fragmented, and only then did she realize she’d been crying. 

Moments later, Kamilah joined her in the clearing. Her own starlight standing among these earthbound stars. 

“It was never you,” Talia murmured through her tears. “I never doubted you. I would choose you forever, Kamilah. You have to know that.” 

Kamilah’s lips quirked. “Oh, I do. I spent 2000 years looking for you. That was not a mistake.” Talia looked away, unable to stop the spread of a grin on her face. “And it was worth it,” Kamilah went on, “for that look on your face.” 

“I love you,” Talia blurted, the words tripping over her teeth to get out. 

Kamilah leaned close, her long fingers cradling Talia’s jaw, swiping her thumbs through the tears. She pressed their foreheads together lightly. “I know. I love you too.” Talia touched her cheek to Kamilah’s, nuzzling close.

“Sit with me?” Talia asked. 

Kamilah took her hand and they lowered to the ground, lying on their backs, aligned from hip to shoulder. The grass hadn’t gone wet yet, but it would be dew-covered by morning. Though, they would be long gone, returned home to rebuild a world together. 

“Little firefly,” Kamilah murmured, stroking Talia’s thumb with her own. 

She felt that thing inside of her begin to come to rest. Out of nothing, something else came quickly to mind: Fireflies lived on almost every continent. Almost everywhere you’d go--there they’d be. 

In a bit of everything. So delightful and insignificant. 

“There’s that smile again,” Kamilah said and treated Talia to one of her own.

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