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kissingwookiees · 1 year
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cats are so funny. wedge feels safe enough to sleep beside me all night without threat of me bringing him back to the vet but the second i suggest we go outside (under no ulterior motive other than knowing he likes his supervised excursions and could probably benefit from munching on some cat grass) he's like 'theres no way you're getting ME to a secondary location lady' and hides under my bed
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choccy-milky · 11 months
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IM DEAD LMAOOO i just took the pottermore patronus quiz (answering how clora might) AND SHE GOT THE FUCKING SWALLOW LMAOO. oh my god this is so ahwehjwhejwh i almost wanna put this in my fic now. sebastian would never let her hear the end of this HAHAHA its so close to sallow i can see the smug look on his face now 💀💀 bye im dead✌️
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ratwithhands · 4 days
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Snakemas! Based on these guys, Iwakuni snakes (albino Japanese rat snakes):
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This AU is (unfortunately) still in early development while I'm busy with school but there's some basic lore bits.
Half-monsters (hanmon) are a third group of organism between humans and pokemon. They are the result of ancient species from both groups combining and evolving over millenia to become specialized species of their own. They have monstrous appearances akin to pokemon, but wield only physical abilities like humans. Due to the nature of how they were formed and how they are viewed, most live in hiding, with only a few thousand individuals being observed and recorded
White Mountain Snakes are native to the Sin-Joh regions, showing up in traditional manuscripts as messengers of regional deities to guide and bring good luck to humans. Ingo and Emmet are children in a family that moved from Sinnoh to Unova. As such they consider themselves part of three cultures, and speak three languages
The twins are one of the only well known examples of hanmon in the present day. Most people are divided on their feelings about half-monsters, so they try very hard to skew the perception in a more positive direction. They act very proper with others and in public, only letting up and relaxing at home
Ingo does end up falling through the rift to Hisui. His main concern is that he fell right as the different clans were fighting over who was right, and having a "divine messenger" appear in Pearl Clan territory has caused a whole new mess for Ingo and the clanspeople
As for the serpents themselves:
The twins are constrictors, lacking fangs and instead having insanely muscular lower halves for wrapping and crushing prey in their grip. Depending on the size of the food they're eating, they might also just crush it with their bare hands to make it more manageable to swallow quickly
They are looooong, something like 10m in length from head to tail. The subway has multiple posters up warning patrons to watch their step in case they trip over them in traffic
They are awfully sensitive to temperature change. They sleep under a giant electric blanket, wear thick uniforms, and set the driving car temperature to be warm. Summer is their best working season, however they tend to stop working in winter to hibernate for about 4 months, much to the dismay of Battle Subway fans, staff, and local grocers
They'll shed about thrice a year and assist each other with peeling it when possible. This is mostly since they aren't dexterous enough to reach parts of their back. Shedding time means it's time for this little competition of theirs where they attempt to pull the longest pieces of shed possible off the other. Ingo is not very good at dealing with Emmet's dry ass and ends up accidentally cracking it most of the time. They sometimes give the scrap shed to Elesa for use in fashion outfits
Ingo's mouth is much narrower than Emmet's, he often has to stretch his jaws to accommodate something Emmet can eat easily. As a result the tissue connecting his jaws in the front is more stretchy
The twins have different organ locations due to their long structure. This usually doesn't affect their job but if you give them a hug you will feel the heart pumping in their abdomen
Thanks to all for reading this far. As a treat have Ingo and Emmet in their separation outfits, Emmet in his uniform and Ingo in the garb gifted by the Pearl Clan.
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gingiekittycat · 14 days
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Okay, does anyone else headcanon that Crowley doesn't eat because everything tastes like dust to him?
"The LORD God said to the serpent, “Because you have done this, cursed are you above all livestock and above all beasts of the field; on your belly you shall go, and dust you shall eat all the days of your life." Genesis 3:14
Crowley's lack of eating has always been so fascinating to me and this has always been my explanation...
If you have links to other headcanons/meta on this please share, I would love to read! I haven't seen too many of them.
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petrichorcrown · 9 months
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Grips Pav with force
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rolex-kaard · 8 months
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ultratober day 4
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totalshockwaves · 8 months
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nobody warned me that the BG3 acknowledges if u kept Korilla alive in the fight against Raphael, but if u use non-lethal on him, he still gets treated as dead and gets eaten by his dad???
like might as well kill him then. sorry bro better to have loot and u be dead when eaten instead of u being alive while being cronus'd...like...
my tav walking back into house of hope right after beating raphael's ass
raphael, still hunched over bleeding & panting on the floor: oh did someone regret how they left things last time they were here?
lia, prepping an eldritch blast: ur dad's gonna eat u either way, so I might as well kill you now. save you some pain.
raphael: ...I'm sorry, my father is going do what???
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autodiscipline · 1 year
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カメラ・オブスキュラ ✁ Camera Obscura, 2005
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jaratedeguadalupe · 1 year
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Virgil: I can’t believe we’re stuck in this room together
Janus, swallowing the key: yes truly unfortunate
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opens-up-4-nobody · 2 years
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Isn’t Yamato like a weird clone of hashirama, I don’t know if it’s inline for his character but imagine Hashirama holding up Yamato like in the lion king and just ‘your a Senju now :>’ and tobirama facepalming while everyone else is confused as hell
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:-]
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fisheito · 6 months
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i wonder if yakumos grandparents gave him so much soup bc it's something that can safely be swallowed whole by a small child who doesn't have the full chewing instinct...... don't have to break out the crowbar to wrench the entire chicken out of your babys mouth when you have liquefied the chicken
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Gasp... brilliant... not only is soup an expedited form of warm... it is also (generally) choke free
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gardenofnoah · 2 years
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whatever you need
don't mind me—just writing out my rabid nanamin fantasies because i love him and want him to ruin me wc: 1.2k cw: explicit sexual content, afab reader, mentions of blood, pain, period sex, fluff
“Hey, Ken?”
“Mm?”
“Could you do something for me?”
“For you? Anything,” he tells you, looking up at you from his book with a soft smile on his face. You feel your cheeks flush. It’s a tender moment, or it would be—you feel pain radiating through your pelvis again, and it makes your breath hitch.
“Could you just—” another stab of pain cuts you off, “—maybe put your fingers inside me?”
His eyebrows shoot up and his jaw goes slack. You’d laugh if you weren’t in so much pain. “I—you—now?”
“Yeah, just,” a deep breath in, “like two, maybe? M’not horny. It hurts, and I think it could help.”
“Oh,” he breathes, and you watch his confusion fade to understanding— and your heart constricts in your chest, because he is always so understanding, “sure, sweetheart. Do you want to lay down?”
You nod and move to rest on the bed, head meeting the pillow as you try to settle. Another wave of cramping has you curling in on yourself, but Kento is there, and he’s whispering soft words of encouragement to get you to lie back. He asks if he can take your shorts off and you nod in agreement. He slips them off and leans down to press kisses to your hips, your thighs, and down your shins—certainly out of muscle memory—but his mouth is warm and comforting and it helps, a little.
“It’s going to be, uh—bloody,” you stammer, suddenly incredibly aware of what you’ve asked him to do.
“I don’t mind,” he tells you absentmindedly, laying down on his stomach between your legs. He pulls both of them over his shoulders—he's noticed that having your legs elevated seems to relieve you a bit.
“I’m going to start with one, is that okay?”
“Yeah,” you whisper, feeling a little bashful now.
You suck in a breath as you feel him push into you. It’s different, obviously, but it’s not bad—it certainly hasn’t made anything worse, so you’re content to let your eyes flutter closed.
“Doing okay?” He asks gently. You hum in affirmation.
“Would you like two?”
You nod your head and wait for it, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding when you feel it. He sees you tense, and pauses.
“Breathe, my love.”
“Sorry,” you say, meeting his eyes and reaching down to squeeze his shoulder lightly, “I’m okay.”
His fingers massage you gently, and it’s intimate in a way you’ve not yet experienced. He crooks his fingers upward, rubbing gentle circles into the hot flesh they find there. You want to sigh in relief, but another flash of pain turns it into a whimper. He looks up to study your face, frowning slightly.
“Can I try something?”
You squeeze your eyes shut and nod desperately, willing to do anything for even minor relief.
There’s a pause, and then you feel his large, warm hand settle across the skin that stretches between your hip bones. The weight and the heat of his hand is soothing in itself, but then he moves, pressing down in a wave motion, starting with the heel of his palm and rolling to the tips of his fingers. He moves the fingers inside you again.
“Holy shit,” you breathe, and to your amazement, the pain dulls, “how did you know how to do that?”
“Watched a video,” he admits plainly, and you chuckle at his honesty. You swoon a little bit at him wanting to prepare for this—wanting to know how to make you feel better. You reach down to card your fingers through his hair, and he tilts his head to rest it against the inside of your thigh.
You let the silence settle over you, both of you content in the quiet intimacy of the moment. You don’t even notice when you start to squirm, until it's impossible to ignore.
“Sweetheart? You alright?”
“Yeah,” and it’s breathless as you fight the flush crawling up your neck, “just, uh, feels good.”
“Is that why you’re trying to pull my hair out?”
You gasp, immediately releasing your grip. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize—”
You hear his quiet chuckle and look down to meet his gaze, and you notice something in his eyes akin to amusement.
“My love,” he murmurs, and his voice is low as it pools in your gut, “what do you need?”
Your eyes threaten to roll back in your head from his words alone, but his fingers still moving achingly gentle inside you have your brain short-circuiting in your skull.
“Your mouth,” you gasp out, “if you want to, anyway, I don’t want you to feel like you have—”
He presses a kiss to your swollen clit to shut you up, and you nearly keen off the bed. You feel so sensitive, and you think you could cum right then if he kissed you like that again. You meet his brazen stare, and he looks like he’s more than willing to test that.
He presses kisses to the inside of each thigh, open-mouthed and hot, and then moves to lick a heavy stripe where your thigh meets your core. You let out a shuddering moan at his teasing, pushing your hips forward to get more of his mouth. He switches to the other side, ignoring your pleas for more.
He relents once you’re panting and twitching underneath him, slipping his fingers out of you to drag his tongue from your weeping core to your clit. He moans against you, and the rumble of it makes you cry out. You watch him stick his two soiled fingers in his mouth, groaning at the taste of them. It’s disgusting, and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. You realize just what you've gotten yourself into once you meet his eyes— there's something feral and borderline unhinged in them, because he's turned on by this. He wants you like this.
You let out a broken whimper of his name, and he is a man starved. His lips connect with your swollen clit, and there is nothing in the world that take him from his spot between your thighs. You feel yourself stretch around his fingers again and the stimulation is almost too much. You're not in your body anymore— you're farther off, in a place where there is only him and this feeling only he can give to you. He pulls you back to him with a flick of his tongue against your clit and you absolutely fall apart.
There's a small part of you that's concerned that you've just broken his nose with the way your hips jerk up as you cum, but if you did, he's not bothered in the slightest. His ministrations don't stop until you're whimpering and squirming against his mouth. He pulls away—has to rip himself away, actually— and you steal a glance at his face. You are all over his lips and it stirs something achingly primal inside of you. He wipes the back of his hand over his lips and makes it worse. It makes you grin, the shyness completely gone from you now, and you reach for him, pulling him down to rest his head on your belly. He squirms to get comfortable, and it makes you laugh. You weave your fingers through his hair, and the appreciative rumble reverberates from his chest to yours.
"Was that," you begin, fighting the wave of insecurity that rears its ugly head in your mind, "alright for you?"
And he has the gall to laugh at that, deep and warm as it echoes in his chest.
"Sweetheart," he says, and you hear the smile in his voice, "I have never been as hard as I am right now."
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nadjantipaxos · 2 years
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night vale has so many good quotes but my all time favorite is just cecil randomly going “alligators....can they kill your children?.....yes.”
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feral-goblins-unite · 4 months
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Hi, me again-
I’m requesting we add this song, “In My Mouth”, by Black Dresses, to whatever playlist we’ve started for cattonquick cause-
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Argue with the wall if you disagree
(also bonus points to the song for calling out Felix’s oral fixation)
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mangotelevision · 2 years
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Garroth makes tea Zenix eats the teabag
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ackee · 6 months
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i want to write up an entire doc on deuce's species <- doesnt need to be doing that
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