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clone-anon · 6 months

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Late Nights (Crosshair x GN Werewolf Reader)

Word Count: 2365

Warnings: Brief mention of nudity, fluff

A/N: This is for @anxiouspineapple99's 2023 Halloween party! I couldn't submit it, so here it is. This is my first time participating in something like this and it was a lot of fun.

Also tagging @staycalmandhugaclone since she asked

“Okay. Gotta go. Bye.” You sighed as you headed back home as quickly as possible. While you enjoyed your time with the Batch, especially Crosshair, you knew it was a full moon. Well, one of them. Why did you have to settle down on a planet with more than one moon? Being a Werewolf was enough stress what with transforming whether you wanted to or not. You entered your home and checked the perimeter, making sure no one was around. Stripping down before your nightfall transformation had become a habit at this point. It avoided tearing apart clothes by becoming a seven-and-a-half-foot tall, 15-foot-long beast. You were grateful to live on the edge of town, protected by trees and rocks.

Crosshair squinted slightly when you said you had to go for the evening. You tried to be consistent, never letting on that there might be a pattern to your early departures, but you seemed more nervous sometimes. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he could tell there was something you wanted to keep to yourself. He didn’t like being pushed for information, so he wasn’t going to push you either, despite the fact that he felt a certain affinity for you and wanted to be let in.

As Crosshair pondered what might be going on with you while simultaneously trying to calm his feelings for you, Omega and Wrecker put their gear on.

“What’s this about,” Hunter asked.

“We’re going to the forest,” Omega said with a grin.

“Some of the local kids say there’s a werewolf and we’re goin’ to check it out,” Wrecker said with a shrug. “Pretty sure it’s nothin’.”

“But it could be something,” Omega said, buzzing with excitement.

“Don’t stay out too late,” Echo replied.

“If you do happen to find an unfamiliar species,” said Tech, “take a holo. I want to see it.”

Crosshair had a fleeting thought of coming with them but decided against it. He was still recuperating after being rescued, although it had been several months since they had all settled in town in search of a quiet location.

Wrecker and Omega walked down the path toward the forest which was in the direction of your home. For a moment Wrecker thought he should have asked you if you had information on this werewolf, seeing as you were closer to the recent sightings. The sun was setting, but it wasn’t long before they needed their lights. Omega chose the direction of travel and Wrecker made a note of anything that moved. By this point he was certain there wasn’t anything out there, that it had just been kids talking, and after about an hour suggested going back home.

“Wait,” Omega said in a whisper. This time she was sure the rustling leaves were more than just rustling leaves. Wrecker crouched down next to her and moved his light, searching for anything out of the ordinary. His light shone on a pile of gray fur huddled in a ball, partially obscured by a large tree. They gasped as they spotted you and you froze, trying to avoid showing your face. You covered your eyes with your paws. Wrecker and Omega each tilted their heads to the side.

“This werewolf doesn’t look scary at all,” Omega said. You rolled your eyes.

“Funny,” Wrecker said, staring at you, taking a holopic.

“I’m not scary,” you growled.

“It talks,” they both exclaimed.

“Yes, I talk,” you replied, moving to still obscure yourself in the darkness of night. Your voice was deeper with a gravel to it, and it seemed to be just enough for them to avoid guessing your identity.

“What kind of werewolf doesn’t eat people,” Omega asked.

“My kind,” you replied. “Not all werewolves hunt. I protect.”

“Ohhhhhh,” Wrecker said. “That’s kinda cool.”

They both decided that since you posed no threat and they got to see you, then their mission was accomplished, and they could go home. It was a bit anticlimactic, but you were fine with that. You curled into a ball against an outcropping of rocks and tried to get some sleep on this otherwise uneventful full moon night. You had been trying to avoid them, but they were good at tracking. Not as good as Hunter, who would have sniffed you out immediately, but still, you’d spent the better part of an hour trying to sneak between trees and avoid detection. Heading toward town meant risking more people seeing you, so you couldn’t do that, and you couldn’t risk going into your own home or they might worry for you what with not knowing it was you in a different form. You couldn’t stop instinct driving you to patrol the premises. It was all you did on nights like this. The occasional bear showed up and you scared it off, but it was usually a calm town with little need of your services. Frankly, you’d rather be sleeping in your bed, but sleeping outside and keeping an eye out seemed to be all you could do during the full moon.

The next day, Wrecker and Omega told you all about what happened the previous night. It was interesting to hear their story from their side of it, but you were glad they hadn’t noticed it was you. You were a little worried that as word got out, people might all come looking for you, but it seemed no one was too bothered since you weren’t hurting anyone. This came as a relief.

“Where do you think the werewolf goes during the day,” Omega asked.

“I’m sure they hide somewhere,” Tech said. “Or they transform back into their primary species’ form.”

You avoided any input you might have to offer there. Instead, you were much more interested in spending time with a certain sniper. Ever since you met him he kept an eye on you and at first it made you feel a bit uneasy. That is, until Echo told you it meant he liked you. This information made you feel braver than you would otherwise, and you asked him if he wanted to join you for a walk.

“Don’t you need to go soon,” he asked, noting the time with a bit of a grin.

“Not tonight,” you answered. You walked together through town and down past the forest. The sun started setting and the fireflies came out. You sat on a large boulder overlooking a lake. Conversation was light, but you could tell a lot about each other just by looking and sharing each other’s space. There was something so comforting in not having to put everything into words all the time. He put his hand next to yours and his fingertips slowly made their way onto your hand, almost testing to see if it was okay. You smiled at him and interlaced your fingers with his. You brought his hand up to your lips and left a kiss on his knuckles. He looked a little stunned so you shrugged shyly and said “I like you.”

So quiet it was almost lost in the breeze, he responded, “I like you too.”

You went on walks together every evening as long as it wasn’t a full moon. You tried to not reveal a pattern in your availability, blaming work or household chores, but you wanted to spend as much time with him as you could. Crosshair was all too eager to get away with you too. His hint of a smile started turning more into a pleased grin every time he saw you. He was less concerned with keeping up an appearance of not caring when it came to you.

Tonight, you couldn’t meet with him. The changing seasons meant the days were shorter and it was a full moon tonight. You slipped out of your clothes and just out the back door right as you began to transform. The cool air hit your skin and short hair, sending a chill down your spine just as your hair grew longer, protecting you from the elements. You closed the door behind you with a kick of your back paw and headed down the route you took around town. Everything was quiet until you arrived at the lake. You stopped. Crosshair was sitting on the same boulder, looking out at the water. Although you kept your distance and could normally disappear into the dark forest, Crosshair’s eyes saw more than anyone else. You tried to quietly back away, but he turned and watched you. He moved his toothpick to the other side of his mouth while his eyes scanned you. You could run, but to where? You felt frozen and your instincts drew you to walk the route at least once on these nights. You couldn’t turn away.

You growled at him as the moon lit up all your features, leaving nothing hidden. All you could think was, “go away. I don’t want you to see me like this.”

Crosshair hopped off the large rock, tossed his toothpick, and watched you intently. He wasn’t scared or concerned. He just watched, taking slow steps toward you.

“I know you,” he said. “The look in your eyes. It’s you.” He smiled.

Your ears laid back on your head before perking up toward him. You let out a little whimper.

He reached to touch your soft cheek. “Why couldn’t you tell me?”

You finally spoke. “I was scared.” The change in your voice and your appearance left you feeling so self-conscious in front of him.

He huffed lightly, taking in your form, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t be scared,” he said reassuringly. He started walking.

“Where are you going,” you asked.

“You were walking along this path, headed this way,” he replied. And so he joined you on your walk. Now that there was no need to hide it, you decided to answer any question he had.

“It’s not like in some of the stories,” you said. “I’m aware of who I am. I don’t lose my mind. I’ve never killed anything or anyone. I just have this drive to go outside and patrol, but not much happens around here. And of course, I can speak, which some people seem to be more afraid of than anything.”

“How did it happen,” he asked. “Were you born this way?”

“I’ve been this way as long as I can remember. My grandmother was this way too.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Walking on all fours is different. And the hair. And being really tall. Or, well, long, I guess. The tail is kind of weird too, but you get used to it. I don’t know any other way than to walk two lives that are somehow both mine.”

Not even halfway through the night, you’d made it all around the town by this point and were back near your home. You laid down and he sat near you. You got up and curled around him, your tail resting in his lap.

“Aren’t you going home,” you asked.

“I am home,” he replied. You nuzzled your nose against his side and he rested his arm around your head. You both fell asleep.

Knowing your secret led to a new feeling of closeness between you. Crosshair never told anyone and joined you on the nights you patrolled. He started bringing Firepuncher, insisting that if you were keeping everyone safe, he should be prepared too. Eventually he moved in with you and your house really felt like home with him. As much as he hated the winter, he still stayed outside with you on those harsh nights. You tried to encourage him to stay home and in a warm bed.

“I don’t like it when you’re out there and I’m in here alone,” he said before resting his forehead on yours in a keldabe kiss. He stayed outside with you, no matter the weather.

On one particularly cold night, the snow and ice were coming down heavily. You didn’t want to go outside and certainly wouldn’t if it weren’t for the werewolf in you. Just before you knew your transformation was coming, you tried to convince him to stay.

“Why don’t you stay inside, Crosshair? It’s cold and wet. You hate the cold.”

He shook his head as he threw on another layer of clothing and grabbed Firepuncher.

After you walked around the town’s perimeter, he stayed close to you, his eyes seeing even things you could not. It was mercifully peaceful, every being finding what shelter they could. You curled up in your usual spot. Crosshair sat down and curled up against you. You wrapped your body tighter around him, using your fur to protect him from the bitterness. He leaned against you and rested his head against your neck, seeking warmth. You tried one more time to get him to go back inside, your warm home so close.

“I love you more than I hate the cold,” he replied. “Something about you made me feel a little more alive and far less alone.” You hummed the most loving growl you could. You realized that he’s not just out there to help you protect the town. He’s there to protect you from those that fear anything other than the familiar, from those that mean you harm, and from those who think that killing a werewolf would make them a hero. Even though that had never been a worry for you before, he wanted to keep you safe.

As dawn came, the sky cleared. You both got up and walked toward home. Even though the back door of your home opened up to forest, was not too close to your neighbors, and all their windows faced away, Crosshair still kept an eye out, making sure no one noticed you. Just before you changed form, he grabbed a blanket from just inside the door and threw it over you. You started to change back and he made sure the blanket covered you. Not that he minded the sight, but it was incredibly cold out. He scooped you up and walked you through the door, kissing your forehead, and happy to be home with you again.

#pineapple's 2023 halloween party #crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair x reader #tbb fanfiction #werewolf reader #crosshair x gn reader #tbb crosshair x gn reader #reader insert

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armin-supremacy · 2 years

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tail troubles

pairings: leviathan x gn!mc

genre: fluff

prompt: a transformation spell project went wrong and had some....delayed effect on our poor mc.

You stirred from your sleep. Something smooth, and rather strong, was wrapped around your thigh. Very much groggy from having just woken, you curiously lifted your blanket from your body to peek at what could possibly be in your bed with you.

"Ah!"

You toppled from your bed, landing on your floor with a loud 'thud'. In disbelief, you staggered to your feet, quickly doing a spin. No...theres no way!

A tail. You had a tail!

It was rather long, resting about another foot and a half on the floor at what would be past your feet. The scale pattern and color of the tail itself was smooth and rather beautiful, resembling that of the pattern of tiger's eye. A trail of dark brown, nearly black, fur ran along the top of the tail, ending in a good sized tuft at the tip.

It kinda reminded you of a traditional eastern dragon.

"Oh my god, this is actually so cool!" you gasped in amazement.

Curiously, you moved to gently run your fingers over the fur. What? It looked extremely soft. You couldn't help yourself. It was then you truly realized one crucial detail.

You had no fucking idea how to control the magic appendage now attached to your body.

The moment your fingers shifted the fur, your newly obtained tail flicked out of your control, knocking over the lamp next to your bed. "Shit! No!"

You grimaced at the breaking that rang throughout your room. As you went to move once more, your tail knocked over more of your furniture.

How the hell do Belphegor, Leviathan, and Satan make this look so easy?!

"MC? Come on, your breakfast is getting cold."

You jumped at the sudden attendance of your friend. Leviathan. "J-Just a moment!"

crash! You cursed out, rubbing your knee. You had tripped over the tail. Your gaze looked up quickly as Leviathan entered, a worried look on his face. "Hey, are you alright?"

Then he saw it.

Leviathan's eyes went wide and a blush began to form on his cheeks. You had a tail. When did you get a tail? Why do you have a tail?! You smiled up at him from the floor in embarrassment, the tip of your tail swishing from side to side against the floor. "H-Hey, Levi. Um...what's for breakfast?"

"M-Mc...." Leviathan cleared his throat. His eyes shifted from you, the tail, then back to you. "W-Why do you have a t-tail all a s-sudden?"

You scampered to your feet, letting out a small laugh. "Funny story actually", you began, rocking on your feet slightly. Your hands rested behind your back. "A transformation spell I did for class that was supposed to be on a frog may or may not have blew up in my face instead yesterday and gave me a tail overnight..."

Leviathan remained silent, staring at you as he soaked up the information. "R-Right...well-"

His D.D.D chiming cut him off. Leviathan quickly gave it a look, biting his lip slightly. "So, Lucifer says we need to hurry up for RAD-"

"No!" Your panicked yelling startled him, making him jump and a small squeak leave him. "Wait, no I'm sorry but I can't go today!"

Your tail began wrapping around your thigh again. You tried to grab it, hoping to keep it still for just a second. "I can't go like this! I don't know how to work one of these!"

Your look was pleading, silently asking Leviathan to go talk to Lucifer for you. You couldn't leave like this. If you had control of the damn thing, that'd be different. But at the moment, it was just a menace.

Leviathan cleared his throat. "Alright. I'll go talk to him for you." He offered you a shy smile. You brightened immediately and felt relief.

"Thank you, Levi!" You gushed. "You're the best."

Leviathan left in a flash, blushing like a mad man. You thought he was the best. Him! You moved to your bed, hoping that if you sat still enough the tail wouldn't cause too much more damage to your things.

It didn't take long for Leviathan to return. You watched him enter with hopeful eyes. "Lucifer said it was alright that you skip today."

"Thank the heavens!"

You noticed Leviathan was shyly shifting his weight back and forth, like he had something else to say but was too embarassed. You smiled. "Is something the matter?"

"L-Lucifer also said that i should s-stay with you", he said. He quickly became flustered. "T-To teach you how to control it of course! But I can g-get Satan or Belphie before they leave if y-you want them instead-"

You shook your head. You smiled sweetly at the demon. "No, I want you to stay please? I feel more comfortable with you."

And you did. You considered Leviathan your best friend. And you weren't gonna lie, you may have a teensy crush on the shy, Ruri-chan obssessed otaku.

Okay, a big crush.

Leviathan always made you feel comfortable and the two of you shared many interests. He was also extremely sweet, in his own sort of way.

Leviathan froze, his heart racing a mile a moment. You felt comfortable with him? A icky weird otaku? Sure, you were his best friend as well, yet he still thought you would have preferred one of his younger brothers.

This sent Leviathan over the moon.

Focus Leviathan! You're here to help them!"

"A-Alright!" He brightened.

Thanks to Leviathan, you now had nearly full control of your tail. You could freely move it and touch it without the appendage flicking on its own.

"The fur is so soft!" You had sat your tail on your own lap, just feeling the fur and patterned scales. You looked to Leviathan next to you. "Wanna feel?"

"H-Huh?! M-M-Me feel?" Leviathan's face had turned redder than you had ever seen it in all the time you'd known him. You giggled. It was cute. You nodded.

"You're more than welcome to!" You encouraged. Leviathan let out a squeak as you placed your tail onto his lap now, after getting his consent of course.

His heart was racing. You trusted him to help you control it and now you're willingly letting him touch it?! Oh boy, he felt like he was on cloud nine!

With hesitant hands, he made gentle touches to the fur. After a moment or two, you flushed as he began to lightly trace the pattern of the scales without realizing it. "Wow, your scales are smoother than mine when I take care of them!"

Leviathan quick retracted his hand when he realized he had been touching more of your tail than you had originally offered. "I-Im sorry! I didn't mean to!"

You smiled. He really was the sweetest. "Again I don't mind at all. It...it's a nice feeling."

You said the last part shyly, smiling reassuringly at him.

Familiar yelling through the house broke the moment between you two. Your tail flicked in excitement. "The other's are home!"

Leviathan saddened slightly as you stood. Leave it to his brothers to ruin his moment with you. Of course you'd be more excited to see them. He was just a gross otaku of a demon-

"Levi!" His name falling from his lips broke him of his trance. You smiled at him, holding out your hand. "You'll come show them with me, won't you? I want them to see as well."

Leviathan couldn't help himself and wasn't going to miss this. Before he could stop himself, he surprised the both of you by taking your hand in his.

"J-Just try not to t-trip okay?" He tried to tease. You giggled and pulled him out with you.

"Only if you're not gonna catch me if I do~"

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ahhhh! im actually a bit proud of this one! the idea was just too cute not to write, i couldnt help myself!

#obey me leviathan #obey me levi x mc #obey me shall we date #obey me #leviathan x mc #leviathan x reader #obey me x reader #obey me x mc

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evelhak · 6 months

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Old art #18: Self portrait

Lol I found this one I had made for my DeviantArt profile in I'm guessing 2011, so I was probably 17. I was not that cute. Arina Tanemura was in my head. (Can you tell how much I had been reading Shinshi Doumei Cross, just by looking at that hair and face? Wasn't that some manga, huh. Would certainly spark... conversations these days. But even looking back, there were a few things that were quite captivating and great about it.)

Meet my whole cat gang. If you've been here a while, you already know Bell, she's the grey one. A little princess with two braincells and a bottomless stomach. Eats literally like a snake, without chewing. She's the pinnacle of self-centredness which she gets away with because she's just so dumb. Also very loud and fond of crocodile tears. Really, the complete lack of self-awareness is impressive. The way she walks through life sticking her butt and puke exactly where she pleases at any time she pleases reminds me of the people I was always kinda jealous of. The ones who can be as unapologetically annoying, shallow, selfish and boasty as they want and most people still love them. Probably because they are very pretty and perceived to be too stupid to be held accountable for their lack of consideration of others. Bell is also so pretty everyone compliments her face, her bones, her colour and the pattern of her fur. My drawing really doesn't do her much justice. Her beauty is very superficial and decreases significantly as soon as she moves or opens her mouth, because she just looks that dumb doing anything. But alas, I love her.

Then we have Aatu, the black one, who is Bell's kitten actually. Still small in this picture but he grew up looking a lot like his dad who was a neighbourhood cat and the biggest one I had ever seen. Very hairy, clearly some Norwegian forest cat in him. Aatu ran away when he was two, but I think in truth he just got hit by a car or eaten by a fox because he had zero self-preservation instinct and half a braincell. He went towards all animals and cars in oblivious curiosity as they approached him. He was attracted to the vacuum cleaner when it was on. He was literally not scared of anything. He thought he was a dog, an owl, a cow, and also human. He loved when you made him slide across the floor. He loved to be dragged around and ruffled in all ways. He didn't know how to hiss, growl or make any type of angry or dissatisfied sound. He was very, very happy. Apparently too happy and unbothered by anything to survive.

Then there's Nöpö, the big one. He died a few years ago at 17. He was our first cat. Braincell count would compare to a human. Very sensitive, very angry, dominating but also gentle, intelligent, pessimistic and depressed. The look of his build resembled that of a lot bigger wild cats, especially when he hunted. He wanted his own space, didn't enjoy people initiating touch, he would come to you instead when he wanted it. He was always like that but it got worse when Bell came into the house and was her charming self. Nöpö's nervous system clearly couldn't handle sharing his territory and had I been able to anticipate it, I wouldn't have taken Bell. Nöpö did everything with so much more care and attention. He needed time and space, he wouldn't even be able to eat with Bell, because she gulped everything down while Nöpö chewed each bite with care, and nothing would be left for him because Bell has no concept of moderation. So Nöpö would always need to be fed in a closed room. He would attack people and other cats frequently because he just had a very strong hunting instinct ever since he was born and didn't like anyone too close unless he asked for it. But he was also very cuddly when he wanted to be, and he didn't want his people to go too far away. He would come crying after me every time I went to get mail. Classic example of "Leave me alone, no wait, where are you going??" I miss that grumpy old guy.

This wasn't supposed to be about cats but there you go.

#repostober #traditional art #original art #cat stories

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the-rat-dad-au-fan-story · 8 months

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Rat Dad AU - Chapter 3 - The return of the feline - (Part 1)

(Warning:English isn't my first language)

(We continue from where the last chapter stopped) (Gregory looks at the direction that Chuck and Helen are looking. He sees a animatronic that he never saw before. The animatronic just standing there looking at Munch and Jasper.) ???: …Jasper?… Munch? (Then the animatronic turns around and looks at Chuck and Helen.) ???: …You two… are you… Big C and Helen? Helen: …I… can't belive it… (There a moment of silence in the air… until.) Chuck: KING?!?! King: …It is you. Chuck, Helen, Jasper and Munch: KING! (The 4 of them run and hug King.) Jasper: CALL ME A MONKEY'S UNCLE!!! I CAN'T BELIVE MY EYES! Munch: KING! WE THOUGH THAT WE WOULDN'T SEE YOU AGAIN! Helen: IT'S BEEN YEARS! King: Years is kinda a understatement! I couldn't even recognise you or C! You two look so young now! You guys literally look like tennagers! Even Munch and Jasper look a little younger. Chuck: Have you looked at the mirror recently? Because you also are looking a little different since last time! King: Wait really? Chuck: Yeah! You now have a new fur pattern now! Your fur look more lighter and your snoot now has a different fur color. And your hair is now brown and now looks like a lion mane. You now look more like a lion and less like a brown panther with Elvis hair! King: HEY! You said you would stop calling me a panther! (does a little laugh) Because a kid called a panther one time, doesn't make me a panther, rat. Chuck: I'm joking! I'm joking! Gregory: Ummm… Guys? (The 5 of them look at Gregory.) Gregory: Who is this guy? And why is he dressed like a old man trying to be cool. Chuck: Gregory this is The King but we just call him King. He's a old friend of us from the 80's. He was made to be a parody of Elvis Presley. Gregory: El…vis? Is he like a old singer or something? I think I heard some adults talking about how there was this guy that was the king of rock… King: Old… singer? How long was in storage? Because I know that last time I was on stage Elvis had die 18 before… But I didn't think that kids would stop knowing who was the king of rock. Helen: King… we in 2021… You been gone 30 years… King:… 30 years huh… I guess time flies by… I guess you 4 were the only ones from the old theater crew that made it to the 2000's. Chuck: Us 4? What you me- Helen: OH RIGHT PASQUALLY! (Helen goes to see if Pasqually is ok.) Helen: PASQUALLY ARE YOU OK? Pasqually:… My head… Yes I'm a fine… Helen: No broken parts? Pasqually: No… Everything is in place. (King walks towards Helen.) King: Pasqually? Pasqually: KING! (While King and Pasqually are cathing up, Jasper looks at The Daycare Attendant on the floor.) Jasper: Sooo… What should be go with him? Chuck: I don't actually know… Jasper: Maybe I can tie him up? Because he may be a problem in the future. (While Japer and Chuck are talking, Gregory notices a weird chip in the back of the Daycare Attendant head that has some weird purple energy around it.) [Take out the chip?] [Yes] [No] - [Yes] (Gregory decides to take out the weird chip. Then after the chip was taken off the Daycare Attendant starts to move again.) Gregory thinking: Oh no… Why does my curiosity get me into trouble so often? (Everyone notices that the Daycare Attendant is moving again and they all get into defensive positions. And then the Daycare Attendant gets up.) Sun:Ugh… What happened? (Sun looks at Chuck.) Sun: YOU! Chuck: Oh boy…

(Author notes: The description of King new design is based of a official artwork cameo that he made in 2017. Here's a photo of real life King and that artwork.)

#rat dad au #fnaf sb #chuck e cheese

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simiansmoke · 9 months

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@timid-plumber

Luigi very much understood he was punishing himself by fighting at such a disadvantage. DK held no punches verbally when it came to pointing that out. But he still couldn't just up and stop. "That's kinda the idea," Luigi replied. "Being at a disadvantage. Getting hit enough to learn to stop letting it happen."

"If I can learn to dodge your attacks, I have a better chance of dodging attacks from real enemies. I just have to get faster at reading patterns."

"Uhhh, I don't think that's how it works, dude." Practically prancing around the other in a half circle, tie swinging, he hunkers down only once he spots the other's weakest point of defense via his stance like a blood hound locking on. He'd been through so much training that doing so just felt second nature. To the degree that he knew he'd take a beating later if he didn't perfect it in time. "If you let yourself get hit enough, you're gonna go down for the count, obviously! 'Cause you'll be too worn down to make it stop."

Shaking his fur out to rise out of the attack position since he's mainly half applying himself to make sure Luigi doesn't end up in a full body cast, he gives his preferred punching arm a quick playful lick along the wrist before using the wet fur to slick back his hair. "Oh, am I so predictable~?"

#//he's half present lolol #//playing puppy fights w/a string bean #timid-plumber

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keleksos · 2 years

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How did you come up with the design of your sona? :o

I can kinda show you the whole evolution of my fursona design This is gonna be a bit of a long post so after the first iteration I'll put a read more One of the first things I did when I got my first drawing tablet was designed a fursona I couldn't decide between fox or dragon so I combined the two (which eventually melted down into fluffy dragon) I started with brown, orange and white and then picked a few more colors that I felt were fitting The orange around the belly was to make the design a little less boring and that stuck (This one is from May 2020)

After that, I drew (him at the time) a bunch of times until I decided to redesign, this time smol (This one is from June 2020)

But I didn't feel satisfied with the fur pattern as much so I went and did another redesign:

This fur pattern is somewhat similar to the one I use now, but there are a bunch of obvious differences. (this one is from November 2020)

Then in February of 2021 I kinda realized I am trans/nonbinary (both apply) and after a long while of either taking a break or something else (I don't remember) I made this ref sheet: (this one's from June 2021)

Getting a lot closer to their design now, but still some differences (the grey is still there among other things) I am sorta genderfluid (though it seems to not ever touch male) and after a while went all the way to having a female fursona (this one is from November 2021)

And since then I've only really made minor changes or updated the art (and I feel like I can explain myself a lot more clearly now) So yeah This is the one from recently (May 2022):

I did skip some minor iterations (mainly one between the second and third ref shown here that had no changes, just updated art) This was a really long post, and in the process of digging all of this up I felt like every possible emotion except frustration looking at my old art

#art #digital art #furry #fursona #It's interesting to see my art improvement over time by doing this #I like how now my fursona colors make one nice gradient

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noelleai · 2 years

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It was a quiet day, the weather was nice so they decided to go for a walk in town. They walked along Main Street which led them towards their favorite store: "The Candy Store". As always there were several customers inside buying various candies and other treats; however today something seemed different about this place. For starters...it wasn't as bright? Not like dimly lit or anything but just not enough light coming through the windows, making everything look gloomy and dark instead of cheery and colorful. It made it feel more like an abandoned building than anything else; maybe even haunted! But then again it could've been because of the rain outside too.

"Susie?" said Noelle while looking at her friend who had already entered the shop before she did. She had noticed how much darker the interior looked compared to usual but didn't think that would bother her since she liked the darkness better anyway. She had never really thought of Susie's appearance until now though - she was wearing a black leather jacket over her white shirt with jeans underneath and knee-high socks with boots on her feet. Her hair was also down rather than in a ponytail which was unusual for her, especially considering she was usually quite lazy when it came to things like brushing her teeth and taking a shower (which is why she kept going to school with food stains all over herself). Susie was known for being rude towards others so people tended to stay away from her which gave her lots of time for doing whatever she wanted, including shopping in Hometown and hanging out with Kris and Lancer whenever they were available.

As soon as Noelle walked into the store, it felt like someone slammed their fist right against her chest making it difficult to breathe; causing her to gasp for air before she finally managed to catch up with Susie who seemed completely oblivious about the whole thing.

"What's wrong Noelle?" asked Susie while looking at Noelle who had started hyperventilating. "You seem...kinda freaked out."

Noelle tried to answer but couldn't find the words to say; instead she just stared blankly at Susie while trying to calm down enough to speak properly again.

"I'm okay..." said Noelle eventually after struggling to get her breathing under control once more. She looked around the shop one last time before walking over to the counter where a monster wearing a white coat stood behind it, ringing something on a cash register that was connected to a computer monitor by a cable. The monster was a young humanoid creature, resembling a rabbit or a hare, its head was round, ears were small and pointed, it had large eyes with white fur surrounding them, and it also wore glasses on top of his nose (though he didn't look like a nerd). He wasn't very tall, standing only about 5'5". His skin was pinkish-brown with black spots all across it, and it had two long and thin horns protruding from the back of its head which were curved upwards and pointing backwards. It had pointy teeth and red lips with dark purple inside and outside edges and some sort of pattern covering most parts of both sides. On his left cheek there was a tattoo consisting of a green circle with an orange triangle in the middle.

The monster turned towards Noelle when she approached him while still holding onto the counter for support as she leaned against it.

"Oh hey Noelle! What's up?" said the monster while looking at Noelle who seemed to be having trouble speaking again. "You know I don't bite right? Unless you ask me to...but then we'd probably end up fighting anyway..."

Noelle shook her head to clear her mind before finally managing to say: "...I'm sorry, I just got startled is all." She took another deep breath before continuing; this time without hyperventilating so much - though that didn't stop her from feeling slightly dizzy after doing such a thing twice in a row, even if they were small episodes of it.

Susie smiled awkwardly, not knowing what else to do in these situations since she was used to them but never experienced anything like this herself, especially because of how often people tended to avoid Susie out of fear of getting on her bad side.

"That's okay," said the rabbit-like creature in a cheerful voice while smiling brightly at Noelle. "Don't worry about it!" He continued while waving his hand around in front of himself in an attempt of trying to reassure the girl. "It's fine! You're alright now! See? Everything's back to normal! Just take your time and calm down again! It's nothing serious! Nothing at all..."

The monster looked at the cash register and then at the computer screen for some reason before he started tapping away with his fingers against the keyboard with a smile still plastered onto his face. The bunny-monster then turned towards Noelle again and asked: "...so...what can I help you two with today?"

Noelle nodded and replied: "...I want something sweet." She took a deep breath and let out a long sigh before continuing; her breathing had already calmed down quite a bit by now.

"...and Susie wants...something salty, I think," she added after taking another slow deep breath, which seemed to have helped her even more this time than it did last time. "We'll be paying separately."

"Sure thing!" said the rabbit-like creature while nodding his head enthusiastically as if that was what he wanted to hear anyway, not caring whether it really happened or not - he just liked talking to people. "Let me get your order ready right away!" He continued while walking over to the counter where the cash register was located so he could ring them up once they were done choosing their sweets. "So..." he said after turning back towards the girls "What are we getting exactly? Anything in particular?"

"Well..." answered Noelle first while looking around at everything on display and trying to decide between various candies and other treats, most of which looked delicious and looked like things she hadn't tried before but didn't know how well they would taste together (she usually stuck with chocolate bars and gum). "...I'm gonna go with a pack of those milk chocolates you have here." She pointed towards a box full of colorful and shiny-looking boxes with a picture showing a white bunny holding a big bowl filled with different colored pieces of candy inside; one side had a red ribbon tied onto it with a bow made out of green leaves which matched with the rest of the design. The word 'Milk' was written next to it along with some small pictures of the same kind of candy. "And Susie wants...something salty." She turned towards her friend who was still standing there staring blankly at the shop's interior. "Susie! What do you want?!"

Noelle took another deep breath to calm down again. "Sorry about that," she apologized while shaking her head slightly. "It just gets so overwhelming sometimes when I come into this store..."

"Oh no worries!" said the rabbit-like creature cheerfully while waving his hand in front of himself in an attempt at comforting Noelle even more than he already did, not caring whether he actually succeeded or not - just wanted people to feel better anyway, since everyone deserves happiness, especially if they're feeling bad for whatever reason, and all monsters are very compassionate creatures, regardless of what others might think otherwise (at least most of them). He then looked back at Noelle and asked: "...so? Which one is it?"

"...the milk chocolates." replied Noelle after taking a deep breath yet again, though only a short one this time and without hyperventilating as much like before. She was starting to get used to breathing deeply whenever things got too stressful and it helped a lot with calming herself down. "I'll have one box of those."

The rabbit-monster nodded enthusiastically once more. "Alrighty! I can ring you up right now! Just give me your money!"

Noelle took a deep breath again but this time she didn't let out any gasps for air because her breathing had finally calmed down enough. "Sure," she answered while looking around the shop some more to make sure nothing else caught her attention; everything seemed okay so far. "How many does that come in?"

"One hundred fifty pieces!" said the rabbit-like creature while smiling brightly at the two girls who were both staring at him in awe. The monster then turned towards the cash register where he started tapping away on his keyboard with another big smile plastered onto his face while still holding his head high. After typing something into the computer screen, he pressed enter and then looked back at them and said: "...that's five dollars, please." He continued after taking their money from Noelle and counting it all together: "...and here you go! Your chocolates are ready and waiting for you guys, just like I promised! You're gonna love 'em! They taste great and they look even better! It was my pleasure doing business with you! Hope to see you again sometime soon! Bye bye now!" And with that, the bunny-monster waved goodbye to Noelle and Susie as if it were a ritual that needed to be done every time someone left this store - not caring whether anyone actually did or didn't want to leave anyway (he simply liked saying these things to everyone).

Noelle nodded slightly to show that she understood what he'd been trying to say before turning to Susie with a small smile. "Thank you," she whispered quietly to her friend. "I'm sorry about the...the hyperventilating thing..." She took another deep breath while shaking her head. "It's really nothing serious. I'll try to calm down more often though."

Susie smiled awkwardly back. "...it's alright. Don't worry so much. Just remember to breathe next time." { TYPE: Long-form story * M2 }

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dzmoot · 24 days

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Well, March was certainly an interesting month but it's time to get back to the tales of the Tuuns. I have many stories in the pipeline, but for now, I have a special treat. While cleaning my basement the other day, I came across several pictures I have done in the past. Severally water damaged and faded to high heaven, I fixed them up and decided to showcase them here today. Some you'll recognize, others you've never gazed at and some might very well be the first drawings I've ever done of that specific character. Either way, I think you'll enjoy them.

MOON OF TOONS DOODLES, CONCEPTS AND NONSENSE 2

Wonder Warriors

Reggie Fastshell, the Snail Speedster. He originally dripped mucus from his arms and mouth and sported a cape.

The first drawing I did of POW! Panda. As you can see, his ears were much bigger but he still retains his trademark jetpack and blasters.

Amphibislash took on a more Ninja Turtle like appearance even though he was a bullfrog with Wolverine claws. Probably one of the few times you'll see him sporting a smile given his cantankerous personality.

Now this character was originally meant to be a villain to POW! Panda called Koalabog (or Koalaborg). However, being a lifelong Koala lover, I couldn't bring myself to antagonize a gentle creature. I think this guy eventually evolved into the sun surfing koala, Kool Walla!

The first drawing of Teddyclops (originally a Halloween die-cut I designed around 2016). Not much has changed with this guy.

Alien Inhabitants

I like to think these are some of the creatures we'd see looming about the evil Lord Bliss Torbelly's castle.

Probably seen this guy in the past. This is one of the crew members of the starship Hovering Horse named Scratchitanius. It's obvious who the sci-fi character was who inspired him. Live long and pros-purrr!

Same with these two. You have the worrywart humanoid robot and the stubborn trashcan robot, only this guy has a tiny alien inside of him with a bulging eye. He keeps his eye on things for sure.

This guy, Sank Survivikus is a vampire ninja and could very well be the sensei of Samur-Eye! Alien vampires hail from the planet Stokeron with no sun in sight and everyday is evening.

Esmeralda is a bounty hunter from Boolikonk and wears a glass helmet over her head. She can breathe fine in space without it, she just wears it so she doesn't mess up her erect Marge Simpson hairdo!

Zoob Noopincher is a mysterious alien who I can very well picture roaming around the Blue Sand Planet, scavenging for trinkets and slaying giant worms with his trident. His species, the Nuix need a high protein diet to survive after all!

RAZLAOBO DWELLERS

A sketch from 2018 depicting Grinkin and Nogg's arrival towards Razlaobo. I liked to depict the stars flashing by in great yellow squiggles of light as the balloon races towards the planet at breakneck speed. The balloon, which is actually called the Spacefloaty can actually change it's face patterns depending on the speed it's going at.

Good old Frigglesnaff was the one who helped the Socktompets escape the Machete Ridge bar. He had pink fur around his feet originally but remained mostly the same. Kinda like the body of Fozzie Bear with the head of the alien from the movie Can of Worms!

When the Socktompets and Frigglesnaff returned to Razlaobo following their adventure on Kowratha's ship, they all returned to their normal appearances and didn't have to worry about the vile hellions tormenting them ever again since the Mitziwonker's influence over the planet dissipated, restoring the planet back to it's peaceful glory.

Hallow End Inhabitants

This guy, officially known as Stormskull is very mysterious. It's not known if he's a zombie or a mutant with an exposed skull but he doesn't make a sound, not even a grunt or growl or snarl like others of the zombie mutant variety. He was a good friend of Baxter Bladely at Goreycrest Academy and got good marks despite being illiterate.

Hallow End has it's own superheroes. In this universe, the horrible killers of slasher movies are in fact the crime fighters, sporting colorful costumes and apparel to boot. Now it's unknown for the time being whether Spider-Man, Batman, Captain America and the like are serial killers in this universe but it's a very enticing thought. There's Mighty Mike, Slashman and the gallant leader Captain Jace!

Of course, we can't forget about the Great Gourdo Head!

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FWIW this lead isnt technically new but like yeah I agree ever since the other two devs left there's been such a huge shift in priorities in aesthetics and I'm like... How much of this is genuine "we need to broaden our appeal because this genre is highly competitive and generally aren't incredibly successful" and not just the current guy being like "I will make this game what I think is pretty because I can make all the rules now."?

Like I don't want to speculate too much bc it feels a little disrespectful but based on the timing of the other devs leaving I think some changes (like redrawing the artwork) was probably stuff they were also in favor of but bigger changes like making calico obsolete by creating the white coverage system, completely changing the color and breeding system, and now removing the undercoat patterns do have a smell of being heavily influenced by this dev's personal preferences which, ok, its his game now I guess so he can do whatever now I guess. And people seem decently receptive to these changes so.. :/ I suppose this guy just has an aesthetic most people align with as well.

Sidenote: I was mostly ok with the undercoat change when reading about it until I actually tried it out and it looks like a lot of people are kinda peeved by it too, lol. I doubt we're gonna get fun patterns back but users seem to be really wanting at least being able to have more options instead of being forced into the dynamic thing. It's ain't much but it's something I hope.

ooh yeah i know the current project head isn't entirely new to the project (and even having a leadership position in it i'm pretty sure) i just know there was a change of leadership at some point that put him in as the current head dev. i agree that redrawing the artwork was probably done under the old leadership.

honestly i felt like the original target audience was going to provide a pretty solid niche which i think can work pretty well for these games too. a dedicated but small userbase can be better than a bunch of users making accounts and then losing interest (see dappervolk). i really, really connected to the idea of a petsite as an avenue for character creation and written and drawn creative content like the original concepts of the kickstarter laid out. however it's entirely possible that these elements are still considered a significant focus of the game and are getting less emphasis due to the part of the development cycle currently being asset and base gameplay focused. the cats just feel weirdly glamorous now? which makes it harder to make characters with different personalities or energies as i would imagine people might like. the white markings are also confusing to me, i felt like maybe they were inspired by pce's white markings but pce's markings being divided on a scale of 0 to 10 and in different categories means it doesn't get in the way of planning out the appearances of cats even if there's a lot of different options.

at first i was actually really excited about the breeding system changes because it seemed like an interesting to concept but then they seemed to change it AGAIN and it got kinda... too complicated for me to keep up with it? which again i bet a lot of people like that level of complexity in breeding but for me it gets too overwhelming especially how it was being visually expressed on the creator. trying to remember both a color's name and where it falls on the saturation and color scale feels like a lot.

re: your sidenote i wasn't sure about the idea of removing undercoats but i wasn't fully against it until i also tried the cat creator and got.... bored? it felt like i couldn't come up with my own concepts so much so i just kind of checked out and stopped playing with it. it doesn't really help that i don't like the way blossom and ivy overgrowth are looking most of the time, the higher amount of rendering makes them feel pasted on because of all the fur detail but of course none of the plants displace the fur. the preview art of the genes felt less like that to me because there wasn't enough details that it felt like something was Missing in order to blend the plantlife with the fur, you could just intuit that was happening but the simplified art style wasn't depicting it. ivy generally does a bit better than blossom for me in that it's resting on the cats backs and not growing out of their fur so it looks less strange.

#received #ty for talking to me about this #i had kinda glanced in the discord after the update but everyone seemed super jazzed and i didn't want to bring the mood down #it's nice to be able to get my thoughts out without ruining other peoples fun lol

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 3 years

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OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp pt.5

(Hold up!!! Before you read this, at the bottom I've left links to the first 4 parts. Go read them first, so youve got all the back story.)

((This is a long fanfic and will consist of multiple parts.)

True to your word, you sent him the address later that day.

You agreed to meet up in the afternoon, telling him the meeting up time to meet.

Stolas had suggested a dinner date, but you had turned that down for some reason, telling him you had a better idea.

You had actually asked him on a date.

So happy was he, the rest of the day seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, the owl caught in a blissful haze.

Eventually it was dinner time, where the prince found himself eating alone, again.

He hadn't eaten with his family since, well you know.

He chose something simple.

Leftovers.

Grabbing the plate of last night's roast, he popped them into the microwave.

As he waited for his meal to heat, he quickly scrolled through his phone.

He was checking your voxtigram again, enjoying the collection of photos of you.

As he looked through he found the picture of you and Blitzø, the sight sending a pang of regret through his chest.

It was strange to think, just a day ago, he'd been head over heels for the Imp. Totally infatuated with him, and now... now he knew the truth.

Blitzø saw him as a meal ticket,nothing more.

He was just way to get to the living realm. What an idiot he'd been, a few kind words, a bit of sex there and he was totally under Blitzøs spell. He felt like an idiot.

His eyes shifted to you, and such warmth bloomed through his chest.

But you. You were genuine. You didn't want money or power, you wanted to make him happy.

You wanted to actually spend time with him, he wasn't just a meal ticket to you, he was someone worthy of love an attention.

He knew you weren't in love with him, not yet, but you would be, he'd show you just how worthy he was of your love.

His thoughts were interrupted by his dinner finished heating up.

He ate in silence, Stolas spending the whole time staring at the pictures of you.

After dinner he went for a shower, the hot water cascading down his body, the heat reminding him of the warmth you brought him just a day ago.

His thought slid to his time with you, fantasising about how intimate, how delicate and seductive you'd been.

The complete opposite of Blitzø.

His thighs ground together, his breath picking up as he slid a hand between his thighs.

He imagined you, holding him close, treating him like that delicate work of art, bringing him pleasure he didn't know existed.

Pleasure racked his body, his breathing hitched. And before he knew it, a mind shattering orgasm wracked his body.

After recovering from his little self pleasuring, he cleaned himself up and got out of the shower.

Walking into his room, he fell on his bed, feeling quiet satisfied. Curling up in bed, he fantasied about what the next day could hold for him.

He had a dreamless sleep that night waking up later than he had the morning prior, finding himself again, well rested.

Getting up, he went about his usual morning routine, all the way until he chose his outfit.

You had said something about wine, so did that mean it was more of a fine dining establishment. But you had said a pizza place right? So was it more of a casual, family restaurant.

He spent nearly half an hour thinking it over before he just decided to text you.

Stolas: Is there a dress code for tonight? I'm just picking out my outfit and don't want to come over dressed, I want something that to wow! you.

(Y/N): Hehehe, not really. Pick something casual and probably bring a coat as well, It gets kinda chilly out there at night.

(Y/N): We'll only be staying at the restaurant to eat, then I've got something planned for afterwards elsewhere.

Stolas: Is that so? And what have you got planned, something exciting I hope.

(Y/N): Nu uh, no hints. You'll just have to wait till tonight.

Stolas: Not even a little hint? 🥺🥺🥺

(Y/N): Nope, but I can promise it'll at least be the most romantic thing an Imp has ever done for you.

That kinda stung, bringing many unwanted memories to the forefront of his mind. You quickly texted again,

(Y/N): Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything like that. I just, doubt an Imp like me could match the typical royal date.

Stolas: it's alright, I understand what you meant.

(Y/N): But I can promise it'll be the most romantic thing someone's done with you on a budget.

Stolas actually laughed at that, falling onto his bed like a teenager. The two of you exchanged a little more info, before he finally picked an outfit.

He chose a fairly simple outfit; A stylish pair of jeans, a simple red and black T-shirt with a rather attractive heart pattern across it and then it was one of his favourite leather jackets with a beautiful fur collar

He left the manor grounds just as the sun began to set, the city night-life around the manor already beginning to pick up.

It was a fairly short drive, most people knowing to stay out of the way of a royal limousines.

Finding the street and location you'd described, he had the limo park in front of a rather unassuming building, not really looking any different from the hundred other boarded up buildings on the block.

Getting out, he stood there for a few minutes before he heard you call out. 'Hey good lookin, looking for a good time?' Turning around, he found you approaching.

You carried a simple wicker basket, wearing a humble, yet fitting attire,

You wore a stylish black T-shirt that seemed to just cling to all the right places, your jeans were faded, but not enough to warrant throwing out. And a pair of simple black shoes.

When you got closer, the demon piped up, 'If you were planning a picnic, the basket kind of gives it away.' He told you playfully.

You released a laugh, shaking your head. 'Nah, all that's already set up. I just don't wanna carry everything from here to there by hand.' You told him simply.

'Ooooh' he cood, 'and what is it your getting here, hmm?' He asked, playfully gesturing to the building.

'Oh you know, this and that, you'll be surprised how much they serve here.' You told him just as playful.

Stolas stood up before looking around, 'Speaking of what they serve here', I can't help but wonder where "here" is, this doesn't exactly look like a restaurant.' He told you, gesturing to the rather dull wall of buildings before you.

You just chuckled, looking up at the prince before telling him, 'Dont judge a book by its cover, dear prince of mine' you told him playfully.

You hadn't realised it, but when you called him yours, it sent a wave of euphoria through the owl that he simply couldn't describe.

His mind was addled, the owl clutched himself as he watched you speak, to caught up in this feeling to catch what you said.

He was snapped from his stupor, when he found you were looking up at him, seemingly expecting a response.

The owl panicked, snapping to attention and blurting out, 'Of course, words to live by,' before he just stood there, smiling like an idiot.

You stared at him for several moments, the awkwardness so palpable you could practically see it in the air.

After another moment, Stolas shook his head, 'S-sorry, uh, what was that last thing?' He asked, trying to salvage the situation.

You chuckled, shaking your head, 'nothin, let's go shall we?' You asked him, stepping forward.

He followed close behind, following you into a nearby alleyway.

He followed in silence, but as your path grew longer he decided to ask where you were going. Only for you to suddenly stop and turn towards a large metal shudder.

Looking up at him, you did a little knock on the shudder, before just standing there.

A few minutes pass by before Stolas whispered, 'what are we waiting for?'

You laughed at that, before telling him, 'He always takes a minute to get here... any second now.'

A few seconds go by, just as Stolas was gonna pipe up again, the shudder suddenly shot up, revealing an middle aged Imp carrying a shotgun.

The Imp stared at him for a few moments before looking down and spotting you, 'Oh (Y/n)! Didnt expect you so early.' He told you, lowering the shotgun, 'who's the string bean?' He asked bluntly.

You just laughed as Stolas became indignant, looking himself up and down before asking himself if he really look like a string bean?

''This is my...' you hesitated for a moment, the owl held his breath, waiting for you to finish the sentence

'... my date' you finished, 'this is my date "Prince" Stolas.' You told him firmly, enough pride in your voice to make Stolas flush.

The Imp looked him up and down, 'A prince huh? Damn (Y/n), really pickin up your game' The older Imp gave you a rather lecherous grin.

You scoffed, stepping forward and asking 'Can we come in or are we just gonna stand around talking all night?'

The elder Imp just huffed before stepping out of the way.

The two of you walked into a somewhat narrow stairwell, the prince having to crouch walk to squeeze in there.

'Sorry 'bout the tight fit there your highness, we usually only get Imps down here, it'll be more roomy downstairs.' The old Imp spoke up as they made there way down the stairs.

Stolas chose not to reply, choosing instead to just take it in stride.

It was another minute of walking down the cramped stairwell when they suddenly entered a much larger chamber, the owl able to stand up.

Once he'd stretched his back, Stolas got a good look around, and found himself transfixed by the splendour of the place.

Honestly the place could probably give most of the restaurants he'd been too a run for there money.

It was a large hall, clearly some old structure with black bricks making up most of the walls.

A number of quaint little lanterns hung from the roof giving the whole chamber a pleasantly dim atmosphere.

A series of tables filled the centre of the chamber, each one decked in a cloth, with its very own candle lit center piece.

The architecture created smaller arches along the walls, many of them gave way to small booths where other Imps were enjoying there meal. While others were filled in by wine wracks, each one filled with a variety of bottles.

'My it's... it's...' before Stolas could finish, you cut in, 'yeah... I know, it's not exactly the rits, but for an Imp run business, it's pretty sophisticated.' You seemed disappointed, likely having interpreting his stunned silence as disappointment.

Stolas quickly cleared that up, telling you 'it's beautiful, I've never seen a place like it.' He told you honestly.

Looking down he found you positively beaming.

Reaching out, you grabbed his hand. You dragged him along like an excited child, taking him to what was obviously the front desk.

Placing the wicker basket on top the counter, you binged the bell.

A moment passed before a shorter and clearly much older Imp walked out. Upon seeing you there face lit up, 'Oh (Y/N), so good to see you.' They said cheerfully, pulling out a medium leather bound book from under the counter, they looked up and said, 'Lets see. Ah! Here you are. One table. A high ceiling and a strong bottle, correct?' They asked pleasantly.

You just nodded, them quickly putting the book away and began leading you away.

He found himself led into another chamber, this one much smaller but still just as pleasant.

In this one, a quaint little chandelier, giving the room a pleasant warm glow.

The older Imp quickly left, promising to bring menu's upon his return.

You led him in 'Beautiful place, isn't it?' You asked, seeming a hundred miles away.

'It is' He agreed, never taking his eyes off of you.

It took a few moments, but eventually you locked eyes, a smile growing across your lips.

After a moment, you seemed to snap back to reality, quickly walking over and pulling out one of the chairs, 'Your highness' you told him, an almost seductive tone to your voice.

'Such a gentleman' he spoke playfully, taking his seat.

Pushing him in, you walked around and took your seat.

Sitting down, you leaned forward, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment, neither of you sure what to say.

Eventually you spoke up, 'Can... can I ask you something?' You asked hesitantly.

Stolas, seeing the mood shift, leaned forward, responding with 'of course you can... what is it?'

You took a moment, placing your mouth behind your balled fist, 'I just... I just want to know... What is this?' You asked somberly.

That took him off guard, 'I, uh... I thought this was a date,' he tried to lighten the mood.

You did smile at that, but it was short lived, the sombre look returning.

'No... I mean like, you and me. What is this?' You asked him.

Stolas found himself at a loss.

What were you?

This was a date, wasn't it? So that would make you a potential couple? But he was already married... so, what the hell did that make you?

He sat there for longer than he'd like without an answer, before he felt he just had to say something. 'I don't... I don't know.' He told you honestly.

'I mean, this is a date? And I uh...' He didn't know were to go.

Out of options, he decided to do something that hadn't gone the best for him lately, but with you he felt it would be his best course to take.

He was gonna go with his gut.

'I want there to be something.' He told you, 'You make me feel like... like I deserve to be loved. Like I can be loved... Something I haven't felt in quiet a while.'

'I haven't felt like I really deserve anything in... Hell.... Decades?' He was tearing up now, his voice thick with emotion, 'I don't know if I deserve love, (Y/N).'

'I only ever seem to end up hurting the people I care about.' Tears formed in his eyes, the owl gripped his head, 'Lately I feel like a curse. Like I can only bring pain and misery to those around me... and after what I've done, I can't help but feel I deserve it.'

He looked up at you, a little smile across his face, 'But you... you make me feel like... like someone cares about me... Like someone cares about what I want. And you don't want anything from me... your not just using me as a means to an end... You care about me.' He was shaking now, a gentle tear sliding down his cheek.

He sat there for a moment, on the brink of tears, just as he felt you grab his hand.

Looking down he found you gently grasping his hand. You slowly inspected it, gently running your fingers along the long slender digits.

'You know...' you began, unease in your voice. 'I had no idea what I was doing, that first time.'

'I wanted to cheer you up, make you smile.' You let out a little chuckle, 'And as cliché as it might sound, I could tell you just wanted someone to love you, to make you feel something.' you smiled up at him.

'I knew you needed some kind of affection and I... I couldn't just let you sit there, drowning in despair. So I did it, I gave you the love you needed' You told him, your voice getting a little unbalanced.

You looked up at him, your throat tightening and voice becoming shaky, 'And if after that first time together... I after what we did... you had said you wanted to just pretend like nothing happened. I would have accepted it. I could have accepted that.' You told him firmly.

'Theres so much misery around me, so many suffering for no real reason. So if I could make you happy, even for just a moment. I'd be happy.' A smile spreading across your face.

'I don't know what's gonna happen next.' You told him. 'And I don't know what's gonna happen next.'

Your voice grew firmer, as did your resolve. 'But I wanna get closer to you and you wanna get closer to me. So how's about we just... see where this goes?' You asked him.

Stolas was a little shocked, 'You... you'd really do that, just give it a shot, to be with me?' He asked incredulously.

You just nodded your head, a little smile across your face, 'I... I wanna be with you Stolas, if that's alright with you?' You asked almost playfully.

Stolas couldn't help but laugh, vigorously nodding his head, 'Yes, Yes, a thousand times Yes.' He told you getting to his feet.

His emense height allowing him to lean over the table, locking you into a passionate kiss.

The Owl couldn't help it, he pressed into the kiss, so much so he was scared he might hurt your lips.

But he just couldn't help it, he was feeling such passion right now, all he could think to do was get as close to you as possible.

Hey Hey. Doing some old stories now. I've got so many requests I think I'll just relax a little, do them at my own pace.

This is the 5th part of my series Here's the link to my other chapters

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.1

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp Pt.2

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.3

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp pt.4

so check that out. I'm gonna be doing some more of my own original works lately, but feel free to leave a request, just don't expect me to get to it any time soon. Any way, hope you enjoyed the story. Bye Bye.

#helluva boss headcanon #helluva boss #headcanon #x reader #helluva boss x reader #helluva stolas #stolas x reader #stolas

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rlyehtaxidermist · 2 years

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six dragon mortal design thoughts/ratings:

galleon:

on one hand she got the heavy end of the characterisation in this event and i think that part definitely came through well (though i think having her communication be her boss fight's single-words but then full sentences of telepathy is a cop out) but god. where is her summon/boss design here? i'm not even going to go into "look she throws islands around just let her be fucking shredded" because of course they won't they're a JP gacha company but like. come on. this could be literally any character. at least with the others for the most part their boss designs have some direct parallel but she has what. the horn headdress thing? maybe? but she mostly looks like someone taught arulumaya and heles the fusion dance. 2/10, she throws islands around just let her be fucking shredded

fediel:

the little skull ornament from the right head and the horns/eyes from the left at least adapt her boss design even if she could do with way more of a skeleton motif than she has. if she has to be a titty monster they could've at least incorporated her boss form's second set of arms into her top somehow. her characterisation was less insufferable this time because she actually got to have lines that weren't just swinging between "i am mysterious and enigmatic" and "the dragon god of darkness and death wants to watch you fuck" even if the latter was still more present than i'd like. she did dunk on seofon though, so point to fediel. 4/10, i'm not the target demographic here

wamdus:

"little girl with big umbrella" jellyfish representation feels kinda phoned in. they couldn't even give her chris symphogear-style hair tentacles? not sure where the head wings come from but she looks like an indie vtuber. her dragon-headed attack tentacles are conspicuously absent, as is the wrecked boat she smashes you with. lots of missed potential from her boss form. 6/10, where's the bioluminescence

lu woh:

look at this stupid twink wearing an eyepatch over his glasses. this man owns multiple iphones that he bought by investing his semiprofessional esports winnings into cryptocurrencies. if i make eye contact he will give me unsolicited webnovel recommendations. i do kinda dig the suit and vest combination though, and incorporating his long eastern-dragon boss body as a ponytail twice the length of his human body is solid. 7/10, i always respect a pocketwatch

wilnas:

white stripe in the hair is a good way to cover the off-white quasi-uniform the other dragons have going on without cutting off the gun show. he's a pretty classical gym dude but i'll take it considering his boss form is pretty much the classic western dragon. could've done with being a draph and having his boss form's cool spiral horns though. 8/10, nothing standout but at the end of the day he's a hot blooded buff dude and i can appreciate that

ewiyar:

absolute fucking genius. brilliant. they even snuck in some of her giant bird form's feathers in the fur patterns and the little belt she's wearing. cygames if you ruin this and have her playable version be a catgirl instead of a cat (girl) you are an institution of cowardice. 11/10 best dragon, what a time to be a wind main

#gbf #long post /#if this event can give lyria shoes after like eight years #they can find fediel some pants

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oldblog-ileft · 3 years

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So @musicfeedsmysoul12 made that post answering a fic title prompt, with the whole "izuku has a quirk that gives him a tail", they specifically mentioned a monkey tail. I love monkeys and I love Izuku so of course I tacked on and ended up assigning a monkey type, as well as aspects of the quirk, and how it changes/affects Izuku. Of course, I had to draw at least something for it. Doodles for Monkey Quirk! Izuku! Featuring a quickly put together design for his hero costume.

(Click for better quality)

The original concept technically belongs to @musicfeedsmysoul12 and the anon who sent the prompt, but I was the one who added everything on about the quirk so under the cut I added some details, world building, and timeline changes that I thought of while I was drawing.

Quick warning, I wrote a lot.

I mentioned the monkey type he'd be most like are Capuchins, but that's more just a base of what the quirk is like, and not exactly what it replicates. Kinda like Hawks and Miruko. Hawks is named after just that, a hawk, but his wings don't have any specific bird-like features or patterns aside from having feathers. He really strays far from that, actually, with how the feathers work. Same with Miruko, she's not based on a specific kind of bunny or hare. She just has the standard ears, legs, and senses of one.

His body type would definitely be slimmer than canon Izuku, as his body had to adapt to the fact that he's constantly twisting and bending to get where he wants. Canonically, Izuku's body is a little too... I don't want to say stocky, but it's certainly not lithe. Make no mistake, this does not mean he lacks muscle. He has a lot more muscle in middle school than canon Izuku did at the time, this comes from constantly having to carry and swing his own body weight.

His entire body is covered in a thin layer of fur, but it's absent in his heels, palms, and under fingers on both his hands and feet. Fur would get in the way of gripping.

I kind of debated on which parent he gets the quirk from, because a mutation quirk like that has very low chances of being one a person can get with parents with non-mutant quirks. I decided on Hisashi. First of all, the idea just wouldn't leave my brain, and it was too cute. I headcanon Hisashi with white hair, so he'd just be this big fluffy white monkey and I couldn't let that go. Second, I think it'd be an interesting way for class 1A or others to learn about Izuku's dad in America by trying to speculate where Izuku got his quirk from. Sure, their face shapes are similar, they're both kind and emotional people, and both have green hair, but Izuku how the hell did you inherit a monkey mutation quirk from a low-range attraction one??

Honestly, I don't think Izuku would really have as many problems with bullying in this AU. Yes, people have speculated that mutant quirks are not exactly welcome wholly with open arms i the MHAverse, but Izuku's quirk is pleasing to look at. He's cute, and the quirk is actually pretty dang helpful. While people would poke fun at him, calling him hairy, or treat him like an animal or pull at his tail, it's certainly not enough to warrant suicide baiting. He'd definitely be self conscious of his quirk and appearance though. Honestly, most of it would be led by Bakugou like always, so it's not that anyone really sees Izuku as bad or anything of the sort, they're just following Bakugou's lead.

I also don't think he'd have the nickname Deku. Mutant quirks (or at least mutant features of quirks) had to be something that a person was born with, because honestly I find it very hard to believe that someone's body can change so drastically like that. That's bone that's actively changing and molding, not just skin, hair, cartilage, and brains. That would cause some serious health concerns, even in a world with powers like quirks. So Izuku was never really "useless" to Bakugou. He was helpful, he could climb trees other kids couldn't to get stuck toys. He could hear things even teachers didn't know about even through loads of kids yelling. He wouldn't have any reason to be called useless, because he earned the knowledge that at that time, he was more capable than the other kids. Maybe something like Ape, Gorilla, or even going really derogatory and referring to him like he's a freak in a circus act. Juggles, Freak, Hairy, Caveman. Those sorts.

I imagine Izuku would practice martial arts here, much like Ojiro. His quirk would certainly help him. He's be stuck close-range, with his fists and feet (and tail) so he'd have to learn how to actually fight, as opposed to people like Todoroki, who can blast fire and ice from a safe distance away. That's why he wears the fingerless gloves on his hands and feet in his hero costume, to protect the skin and fur if he's fighting or gripping. Bonus brass knuckles attached to the gloves on his hands for when he wants to throw a punch.

I don't see any possible way he could get his dreams crushed by All Might, much less have such an important question that would require him to grab onto his leg when he jumps. So Izuku more than likely doesn't get One For All, at least not before UA, if he ever does. I also don't think Izuku would idolize All Might so much. Yeah, he'd still admire the guy, but he'd probably be more focused on people like Hawks, Gang Orca, and Miruko. They have mutant quirks like his, they're people he can actively look up to. So even if he did have his dreams crushed by All Might, it certainly wouldn't affect him as much as it did in canon (not that it did much anyway lol, Izuku went right back to jumping into fights to save people)

The original prompt said that Ojiro would be a partner for Izuku, but I see some missed opportunities for ships with Shoji, or Tokoyami. Hell, I could even see it working out with Sero, Kirishima, and Asui.

Shoji and Tokoyami probably faced some bullying for their appearances. Shoji literally hides his entire lower face. Izuku would definitely be able to connect with them. Sero, in the fandom, has been called a Spiderman bootleg more times than I've drank water in my entire life. He'd definitely try to swing around for faster mobility and who best to help him with that than Izuku? They would so easily bond over teaching each other swinging tactics. Kirishima... it's kind of hard to put that into words, it just really feels like it could work in this AU. He;d be like a stable perch for Izuku, is I guess part of my thought process. And for Asui, well, she didn't have many friends in middle school. People often saw her as disturbing because of her struggle to express emotions through her face. Izuku faced something similar. The two would understand one another.

Though I still really like Ojiro pairing here too. Izuku would probably help him feel noticed, and we all know how compassionate and caring the greenette is. He'd be great for Ojiro.

Izuku would probably go for being an underground hero here? I also see him easily making it to at least the top 20 when he graduates, his quirk is pleasing to the eye and he's already great hero material in every way. But I also think he'd be an expert at sneaking into places that would normally be locked from access to heroes, seeing as he can pull and hold himself in places he could hide better in. I guess he'd be a twilight hero. Not quite underground, but not quite limelight. Just treading the line between them, kind of like Sir Nighteye.

That's all I have so far, but I love this so much. I definitely want to expand more on it and I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up writing something for it.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #midoriya #midoriya izuku #deku #my art #mmmm monke

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