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Seb making that noise.
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unrealityshift · 6 months
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BUGが問う
一切合財
綺麗
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unicornsaures · 1 month
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child elf!laurens is eating at my thoughts ughhh im rotating him in my head☹️
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gust-jar-simulator · 4 months
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Back on my nonhuman Four Swords Adventures nonsense partially because it's funny to imagine Green struggling immensely as a miniature pegasus.
Also in FSA horses are indestructible machines of mass destruction, so a clumsy little colt with wings absolutely wrecking his surroundings as he tries to figure out walking is hilarious to me.
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emsleyanbluejay · 2 years
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ko2vo · 1 year
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Backyard Angel
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koinotame · 22 days
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boob windows. that's it that's the fic
word count: 1.1K content warnings: this is meant to be yandere au and sagau/self aware au so uh. hint of that, but mostly just crack. nothing Super Nsfw but the whole thing is raunchy and suggestive humour
characters included: mostly ei, but childe, kaeya and briefly zhongli also make an appearance with some others mentioned
a/n: this is a repost (slightly edited)! this was on my to-edit-&-repost list for a while now and this seemed like a good day to do so lol. alas this was originally written before the sumeru release so while editing there wasn't really an opportunity for me to add in wriothesley apparently out-butting zhongli or lyney's tigh high garters and i only just realised kaveh could technically also count here so uh. forgive me. i'll write something for them some day
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"is… is everything alright, your grace?"
you loudly suck up another boba pearl, not moving your gaze from where it’s been lodged the past several minutes. "mm, everything’s fine."
ei fidgets in front of you, the cup held tightly in her hands still almost full. she looks unsure, but decides that she knows better than to question you. "if you say so."
it’s clear this isn’t what she had in mind when she personally came to see you instead of sending the raiden shōgun to greet and attend to you. the one time she comes out of her plane, all you’re seemingly doing is ignoring all table manners and gawking at her chest.
yes, that’s right, you’re ogling her chest. or, more accurately, you’re ogling her tiddy window.
between her and kaeya, she’s showing off much more chest. but then kaeya knows what he’s doing, while ei just seems to have it there for convenience over aesthetic…
you squint at her while you get lost in thoughts, and ei’s fidgeting intensifies.
ah shit. you forgot about itto. he wins in terms of who shows off their chest the most, you guess. he’s even wearing that… you’re not sure what to call it but tit belt fits well enough. anyway, the tit belt accentuates his pecs very, very nicely, although they do hide his nips from sight. alas.
you suppose gorou and cyno also exist, but they don’t have the same appeal. oh, and navia and la signora, but both of them are just wearing a sleeveless, collarless dress, so you’re not sure that counts either.
but then by that argument, does itto count? he’s not even wearing a shirt. cyno isn’t wearing a shirt either. and what gorou has is more of a tummy window than anything… but he does have that little window?
between gorou and childe, gorou is definitely winning though. you’d apologise for slandering your poor ajax but between the little triangle he shows off and gorou’s entire tummy out… you’re not sorry. though… there’s something to be said about a small slither of skin inviting you to stick your hands into that gorou having his whole tummy out doesn’t have.
wait, wait. you just had a genius idea. actually, two.
first of all, zhongli with a tiddy window… you are considering. then again, you guess his biggest asset is his bubble butt.
second, and way bigger: an idol group with some of your characters… but they all have tiddy windows.
"…your grace?"
you’re brought out of your stupor by ei, who is gazing in concern at you. you blink at her.
she struggles to find words. "are… are you sure everything is alright? is something not to your liking?"
it’s then that you realise you’ve started drooling at some point. shit.
you hurriedly wipe at it and clear your throat. "yeah, I’m sure. sorry, were you saying anything?"
she looks taken aback. "no, please don’t apologise. I should be the one to… I shouldn’t have interrupted your thinking."
it’s then that childe happens to walk by, and, like the attention hog he is, tries to get a foot into the conversation. you stay mostly unresponsive while the two chat (which seems to be mostly childe trying to hold a conversation with you while ei admonishes him), your eyes drifting back to ei’s tiddy window.
you really could stare at that for the rest of your life.
childe then follows your line of sight and chokes.
…though more because of him trying to laugh while choking on the dango he was eating than embarrassment at having caught onto your very appropriate thoughts.
ei looks confused but makes no move to help him other than pushing his head away from the table so he doesn’t make a mess. you honestly can’t bring yourself to be embarrassed.
he finally manages to swallow properly (you almost want to pat him on the back and praise him for swallowing like a good boy) before turning to you.
"do you want me to strip? my chest looks much nicer, I assure you."
you and ei stare at him.
he raises his eyebrows, pointing at her. "her skin looks way too soft and pampered." she looks almost offended. "mine’s covered in scars and I have actual muscles, doesn’t that feel much better for fondling?"
"what if…" you lean closer to him mischievously, like you’re about to tell him some big secret. "I prefer soft chests?"
he deflates. ei flushes, ducking her head into her still-near-full cup of bubble tea. "well, if that’s what you prefer… I can’t get rid of the scars, but I can stop working out. hmm…" he looks like he’s starting to make serious plans.
"no, I honestly don’t really care. all tiddy is good tiddy." you clap your hands. "anyway! it’s more about the boob window. you already have a (sad) tummy window, so it wouldn’t work."
"why not? wouldn’t that be double the sexy?"
"no, it cancels out."
you’re going to ignore whatever gorou has going on, because that works pretty well.
ei looks unfathomably lost.
"and anyway, if we’re talking about tummy windows, gorou wins."
he deflates further.
then he perks up.
"what about…" he brings his fingers to his face. you think it’s an attempt at looking cool. "butt window?"
you deadpan. "have fun getting arrested for public indecency."
he winks at you. "I wouldn’t mind getting arrested if you’re the one punishing me."
you have to physically hold the electro archon back.
"why, I wasn’t expecting to run into any of you here. what are you three up to?" kaeya’s voice cuts through ei’s snarls all of a sudden. he seems amused, but there’s an edge in the way he eyes childe.
"I am definitely sexier than any archon or soldier," childe says at the exact same time that you say "we’re discussing tiddy windows."
kaeya lets out something between a snort and a chuckle. it’s a pretty sound, but you can’t let yourself be distracted by him. he knows what he’s doing.
"oh? in that department, don’t I win?"
you stare intently at his.
"do you want to touch?"
you move your stare to his face. "am I allowed to?"
he smiles, mirth in his eye. "you needn’t ask. all of me belongs to you, and that includes my chest."
you seriously consider it and childe takes the opportunity to shove himself between the two of you.
"wait, wait! I offered first! ignore him, I’m right here!" "your grace," ei cuts in, "if you’d like to, I don’t mind you touching any part of me."
"ugh, fine, fine! I’ll just sample all of you then. if you’re sure you’re okay with it."
zhongli, somehow, picks the absolute worst moment to walk in.
the look on his face is priceless (you can’t tell if he looks offended or jealous), but even that doesn’t compare to the feeling of soft tiddy in your hands.
you were right, tiddy windows really are the best.
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zillychu · 3 months
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Finding out the Danny Phantom pitch bible originally included more creatures other than ghosts really makes me want to just (DUMPS TRANSCENDENCE AU ALL OVER IT)
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pregnantbfdiyuri · 3 months
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bfb flower if she went into labor unexpectedly, having to push by herself I think...
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curi0uscreature · 7 months
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* Vampire Helmut mayhaps? A little bit of Fullbat anyone??
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sunn-mechanic · 18 days
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Winter Himself
I really wanted to draw my Zane AU design, he's so pretty <3
Cold Spot AU | Fic (TBA)
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https://www.tumblr.com/jordisstigander/683958758446120960?source=share
I wanted to share this post with you because baby snappy Bois make laser noises and I now headcanon that baby Sebek would have made similar vocalisations, as well as his future babies
I love they sound like tiny laser guns, i pet his mom has vids of him and his siblings doing it as babies.
The babies will also try to climb up as high as they can get on things so expect your kids to crawl all over you.
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You can also catch them trying to do death rolls with their bath toys.
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unrealityshift · 1 year
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|| 代わりの利かない // アタシを探して
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unicornsaures · 2 months
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im rotating nonhuman john in my head at all times
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gust-jar-simulator · 7 months
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Summary: Drawing the sword, and what follows after.
Prompt: Nonhuman AU, Hymn- Van Canto, í tokuni- Eivør.
Characters: Vio, Red, Green, Blue, Shadow
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The shadow’s infuriating grin slid right past the edge of his sword, wispy smoke snapping playfully at their heels. “Really? I’m supposed to be you? Maybe you’re supposed to be me, and you’re bad at it-“ Link whirled, teeth bared and knuckles white, but the creeping cold at his shoulder vanished as the demon reappeared, bobbing in the air like a fishing lure over the hilt of the divine blade.
The Four Sword. Something that could hit him.
I can’t-
Stab his smug face-
Where’s Zelda-
Out of my way-
Laughter, high and skittering along his nerves like spider legs, as the shadow grinned down like a malevolent moon. He rolled on his stomach in midair, chin pillowed in his palms and feet kicking like a little girl. “Aren’t we a hero, Mr. I-don’t-need-teamwork? Maybe you are the bad imitation. It’s okay, I can keep Zelda for you- she’ll be safe with me. She’ll never see her father or the castle or incompetent wastes of breath like you ever again.”
“Give her back!” He tried. He really, really did, but the dodge-roll felt like something slow-motion, pushing through the treacle-stiff resistance of a dream gone wrong, and by the time he’d whirled into place the sword was slashing through nothing. The laughter was everywhere, in his head and in the walls and pulsing against the inside of his wrists like a bad idea.
“Little baby can’t handle not getting his way? What next, are you gonna throw your pacifier at me?”
He couldn’t see, couldn’t think, couldn’t stop shaking- but he could see the sword, gold and backlit like the only thing in the world.
Kill him.
Something screamed in his veins like wait but it wasn’t enough to matter- he grabbed the hilt and pulled, hard.
Somewhere in his chest there was an answering pull, hard, and he didn’t have time to scream before the magic took flesh and voice and thought in a seamless ripple of unmaking.
The last thing left of Link the Hero was a gasp drowned out by a shadow’s laughter.
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The first and most powerful thing he felt, facedown in ancient crumbling bricks, was regret.
He didn’t have any options, true. But the shadow had been goading him, it was so obvious, and if he’d just taken a moment to breathe he could have found a solution. At the same time, of course, what options did he have? It’s not as if anyone else knew how to fight demons.
He didn’t know how to fight demons. He fought men.
Not himself.
He wasn’t men, was he.
Sighing, Link why did that taste wrong rolled to his feet to observe the damage, and promptly realized he didn’t have feet.
“What the FUCK.” A fist sized stone rolled out of the way of some truly angry squeaking, and Link could only hover there with a chill where his bones should have been, staring. There was a whining chime, somewhere off to the left. A fairy?
Colder, and colder, and colder, it sank into him like swamp water through boots. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. And then he tried to, and he still couldn’t, and-
“WHY THE FUCK AM I TINY?”
There were dark magic stains on the floor, the walls, the pedestal, runes and carvings gouged out in heat-cracked fractals where something had torn its way out of the spells, it was out, Vaati was out, what had they done-
“Zelda…?” The little chiming voice was stronger, and gasped. “Oh, oh no- mx poe are you hurt? Are you okay? You’re-“
“Lantern,” croaked a lower voice, accompanied by the scrape of something heavy. “‘S over there… oww, why.”
Link it wasn’t right it felt fae-stolen it was all he had was he even he curled in on himself like the little baby his shadow had mocked him as and tried to hold himself together with hands he couldn’t feel and the phantom pound of a heart that wasn’t beating, something horrible and yawning and quiet torn open inside like a grave. There was noise, somewhere, around, but it didn’t matter- he was dead, he had to be dead, because his name was dust and his self was dust and the world would follow.
“Hey,” said someone with warm living breath, “it’s gonna be okay. Look.”
Nothing could be okay if the hero was dead. He’d been killed by- what, drawing the Four Sword? What a joke. What a horrible cosmic joke.
“Maybe tap him with it-“
“-are you sure?-“
“Ohh my god get it together-“
Fwip.
He sat bolt upright at something going through him, them, whatever, and blinked down at whoever did that with biting offense at the edge of his teeth.
In what remained of the Four Sword Sanctuary, past all of the rubble and ambient evil, there were other creatures huddled on the floor. A Minish, tapping his foot impatiently with an almost impressive glare, a pebble in his fist. A pegasus of all things, something from the stories, young on coltish legs with flicking, worried ears. And most importantly a fairy, straining bravely with both hands against the weight of an iron lantern, trembling with fire-spark magic scattering from their wings.
Their lantern. Their purple lantern, stable and steady and safe.
Link was snatching the lantern and holding it close before they made the conscious decision to, and tried to cover the overwhelming relief of homesafegood with a flustered clearing of throat, or the closest noise they could manage to it. “Well, ah. Thank you, I suppose.” They were a poe. Of course they were, after failing like that. Best to move on. The little fairy gave them a cheerful thumbs-up, dropping down between the pegasus’s ears in a puff of sparks. The Minish scoffed.
“Yeah, yeah. Now that you’re not freaking out- who the fuck are you people and how am I supposed to kick demon ass when I’m tiny. Any of you seen a portal?”
“I applaud your enthusiasm,” the poe said dryly, “but with the hero being dead I’m not sure how much good you’ll do.”
The pegasus flinched, stumbling back a step, and the fairy chimed alarm. The Minish on the ground puffed himself up with a glare somehow more searing than the last, pointing emphatically at the shattered sword pedestal. “Dead?! I’m not fucking dead, just tiny. I’ll stab Vaati’s eyes out with pine needles if I have to, but I’d rather do it with a sword, so where’s the goddamn sword and where’s a goddamn portal?”
“You… can’t be the hero, no offense.” The pegasus flicked an ear, speaking over the Minish taking great offense actually. “I’m Link. He’s me. I don’t know why I’m a horse-”
“Pegasus,” Link cut in smoothly.
“-I’m a what? Nevermind, unpacking that later.” Stamping in place a little and shying to the side, the magical horse gave them all a look. “I don’t know what happened to the sword, but if you could help me look…?”
Silence settled in the shattered sanctuary for a long moment.
Sighing like an open tomb, the dead remains of the hero Link turned to give a considering look to the little scarlet-gold fairy trembling between the pegasus’s ears, tiny hand fisted in his forelock. “I have a sneaking suspicion. The Four Sword splits its wielder into four parts, doesn’t it? According to the stories.”
“No,” said the Minish on the ground, but it was more denial than anything. “No.”
“Mx fairy,” they said, as gently as they could, “Where did you come from?”
“….I pulled the sword.” Tiny shoulders shrank in, wings pulled tight, little gold tears shimmering in scarlet eyes. “My- my name’s Link, I’m the hero, I- is that what happened? Is that who you are?”
The name still tasted horribly, ill-fittingly wrong. They couldn’t answer.
“You’re Link too and you died?!” Fluttering close, the fairy hovered and circled and reached out, pulled back, reached out again, scarlet eyes wide and lost. “That’s awful! You’re really not okay, are you? Do you need to sit down? Oh, oh you don’t have legs, I’m sorry-“
“He can’t be Link, he’s purple,” bit out the Minish, arms crossed. “And I’m Link anyway, I just said that. The Hero could turn into a Minish, and I’m a Minish right now, so fuck off.”
If they felt like being petty, they’d remind him that the hero was at least one-fourth dead. But they didn’t, because they were better than that.
It was going to be a long day, and a very long quest at this rate.
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emsleyanbluejay · 2 years
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One of Those Nights
No one said fostering two preteens would be easy, but Austin never thought he’d have to deal with something like this.
Fandoms: All Elite Wrestling, Professional Wrestling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Relationships: Judas Devlin | Luchasaurus & Marko Stunt, Judas Devlin | Luchasaurus & Jungle Boy & Marko Stunt Characters: Judas Devlin | Luchasaurus, Marko Stunt, Jungle Boy Additional Tags: CPS Scare, Feral Children, Bathing/Washing, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Alternate Universe - Nonhuman, Chameleon!Marko Stunt, Squirrel Monkey!Jungle Boy
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