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in honor of the catboy rollo plush thar I have no doubt you bought can we have some catboy rollo headcanons? like if he was a beastman or maybe an alchemy accident made him a catboy temporarily
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I have a bunch of embarrassing cute outfits including a maid dress to stuff that catboy Rollo plush into as soon as it arrives in my clutches 😈
(By the way!! I highly recommend checking out this artist; I love their (actual) cat!Rollo artworks…)
Like Fire, Hellfire.
Rollo is the definition of a grumpy cat. Don't let his fluffy white ears and tail fool you, he can and will hiss at you if you get too close. It's even worse when Malleus is around; all of Rollo's fur stands on end and he looks like he's ready to pounce and claw at his mortal enemy's face.
His hat and clothing have special holes tailored in them to make way for his ears and tail to poke out. Rollo's very sensitive about any comments directed towards his animalistic traits (or, in Idia’s case, if you uwu talk to him)--and God help you if you’re brave enough to. Man's going to hold an intense grudge at any fool who dares.
He adds seafood to his diet, in part because he has a new cat-like affinity for fish (cue Azul with dollar signs in his eyes) and in part because too many grapes and/or too much coffee upsets his delicate stomach. (Cats don’t deal with those two foods too well.)
He looks after his fur to a ridiculous extent; every day, he meticulously scrubs it down and inspects it for any speckles of dirt or dust that could sully the pure white color. Rollo even carries around a cleaning kit in case his fur is tarnished when he's away from a bathroom.
… Rollo neurotically carries a lint brush around and cleans up any fur he sheds. (He goes through many, MANY lint brushes, especially when he’s stressed.)
His lightning fast cat-like reflexes will catch your wrist before you’re able to scratch his ears or tug on his tail. He’ll then proceed to chide you about obtaining consent before laying a finger on any animal you see casually wandering around.
It's usually so hard to tell what he's thinking or feeling, but looking at his ears and tail give you a better reference for what's going on in his head. As much as Rollo tries to keep himself in check, there are some things he can't repress 100% of the time, like how his ears twitch and stand at attention when something catches his interest.
His tail is even more expressive! It curls up when he's frustrated, stands straight up when he's pleased, and puffs up like a cloud when he's on edge, scared, or angry. (Rollo curses; why can't he just control himself?! He has to work twice as hard to consciously suppress his instincts.)
For someone dressed in an extravagant outfit, Rollo isn't as burdened by it as you would have expected. He still manages to retain all the grace and the speed of a cat in spite of all the fabric he could easily get caught up in. He makes great use of that speed to exit the scene whenever some foul mage he particularly detests makes an appearance.
If you thought Rollo was high-strung before, wait until you see Catboy!Rollo. Thanks to his beastman genes, all of his senses are heightened well beyond that of the average human. It makes him even more aware of his surroundings (and all of the problems he has with them) than ever. You’ll find him glaring at something well out of sight just because he overheard a mob student using God’s name in vain or something several hallways away 💀
The smell of flowers is now too overbearing for him, so he has to enjoy them from a distance. It’s one of the few times you can catch him smiling softly, just enjoying the flowers swaying in the breeze and the sun in his fur.
He has developed a morbid fascination with shiny objects, particularly his ring and any bells he spots. Something about the way they glisten in the light gives him hope and reignites his fire to pursue his own nefarious goals.
Catboy!Rollo has a habit of fiddling with nearby objects when he isn’t currently holding onto something. However, if he’s caught in a moment of concealed anger, you’ll find him snapping writing implements in half or clicking a pen on and off so hard that it shatters in his grasp.
When he tends to the Bell of Salvation or is out in the City of Flowers, the local birds are weirdly drawn to him. They roost in his hat (making a nest of it) and on his shoulders and arms. It annoys Rollo to no end (“Shouldn’t you infernal creatures fear felines?!”) but the birds just scatter, only to return moments later once he has cooled off a bit.
Because of sense of smell is so strong, he has to use his handkerchief more than usual to block out aromas he finds migraine-inducing. This gives others the impression that he's more displeased than he actually is, making them somewhat hesitant to approach him.
He does his very best to mask any purring as grumbling or just grunting. (He will reverently deny it if you ask him if he purred.)
Getting wet (from rain, from random splashes of water, etc.) ruins his entire day. Rollo staunchly refuses to use magic to dry himself off, so he's stuck using a towel (if it's within grasp) or air drying. This leaves him looking like a pathetically angry wet cat, fur all matted and mood sour as he profusely shivers.
Warm weather or conditions makes him super sleepy (much to Rollo’s chagrin). It’s a war between his iron will and his drowsiness…! (Ultimately, he ends up dozing off by the fireplace on late nights writing at his desk. Luckily for him, his aide and/or vice president will drape a jacket or a blanket over him to keep him comfortable. "Hehe... President Rollo's so cute.")
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst headcanons#twisted wonderland headcanons#Rollo Flamme#disney twisted wonderland#Rollo at the Writing Desk#curiouser and curiouser
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I see someone tried to possibly impurrsonate me and implicate me in the grayscale book crime going on!
I swear I disappear for a few days. You all can’t do anything without me, can you? 🙄
As for the grayscale… I’m not a fan. I much purrfer RSA being full of fun color. 😿
From the sounds of it, it seems like this the work of a classic cursed riddle book. All ya gotta do is read the last riddle of the book backwards~!
And maybe next time, don’t take riddle books from my dorm sadjinn dorm anon? They often times tend to be a bit… odd. 😹
@your-local-grinning-cat
I don’t remember that book being in Whitecastle, Catboy. Care that explain how it even got in our dorm?
I’m not accusing you, simply because 📖 favors you so much among his other lost children that he somehow adopted.
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Lays on the ground... It's the devotion that gets me with Kylar I think. The desperation, a little bit, how much he reminds me of some scrawny stray absolutely capable of turning and tearing into some threat, but just as capable of loving PC with as much warmth as someone so deprived of it for as long as he has been can. More than could be reasonably expected. How helplessly fond he is of PC, how much he wants to help them, wants their approval, wants their affection and attention and care and how he melts when it's offered.
It's an animal sort of feeling, I think. Feelings, really. To me, at least - I recognize it that way. To want to curl up where it's warm and safe, to want to defend that feeling and the person who grants them it, to soften so entirely under another person's soft touch when it's one they trust, one they know they can, to devote themself and want so badly a love and a family and just to care for you, and - and maybe, just maybe, if they even dare to hope for it, to be *cared* for. (You are RIGHT. ALSO. THEY SHOULD BE CARED FOR!!! THEY SHOULD BE DOTED OVER AND HELD GENTLY AS THE LITTLE SPOON AND REASSURED AND HELD HANDS WITH AND COOKED WITH (practice!) AND LEANED UP AGAINST...)
Like!!! God. Look at the state of the manor. Look at the state of her, her parents, her social life, how quickly and desperately she holds onto a source of care and affection and safety, how suspicious and unsure she is of Sydney after being left behind (once bitten, twice shy...), the lengths she'll go to when that sense of safety and love is threatened, how she worries and lashes out and melts under attention and clings to any time with PC whether or not it's by force and th !! !!!!!
Sorry this all just to say he's like a scrawny stray cat I desperately need to take inside and give a bath and nice food that nothing else can steal and shower with attention and affection and care is the thing. ([pointing] I need that thing given a flea bath and gently dried and given a little kiss on the head NYEOW.) Andmaybe eventually he leads me to a dilapidated manor in which he transforms into a human catboy once within because some sort of curse was put upon him to be constrained to the form of a cat outside it and over the course of caring for him + any wounds he has I've convinced him that the world is not all painful and unforgivable and also he NEEDS to show me how much he loves me so bad it hurts Right Now and maybe that is partially through fucking me senseless and so very sweetly as many times as he can. Who said that
(^ did not intend to end this on an au idea. But. . woops I think it is cute,)
i think i was going to say something along the lines of this!! i think kylar as a character is very animalistic in both the ways that they act and their unkempt appearance. yeah. i really like giving kylar any and all tfs just because it gives them an opportunity to truly be unhinged! (and also, kylar staking a claim on pc/sydney/anyone is rlly hot....)
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2023 Media consumption
God tier: media that invoked blorbo-induced euphoria, mini-obsession, or just haunt me
White Cat Legend (大理寺日志, Dali Court Journal) - donghua, seasons 1 and 2. The new vice minister of the imperial court of criminal justice is, unfortunately, a cat demon. Tang Dynasty workplace comedy/political intrigue. Lovely animation, sick fight scenes, and catboys.
Scissor Seven (刺客伍六七) - donghua, seasons 2-3. Netflix summary: "Seeking to recover his memory, a scissor-wielding, hairdressing, bungling quasi-assassin stumbles into a struggle for power among feuding factions." Season 1 was just ok at best, season 2 was great, season 3 was phenomenal, season 4 was meh.
Derkholm duology by Diana Wynne Jones (reread)
God Troubles Me / Hanhua Riji (汉化日记) - donghua. Cringefail loser girl Su Moting, her cringefail smartphone god, and her cringefail cat (demon) have to save the world. But first she has to go to work. And get takeout. And watch dramas. The premise sounds SO cringe but it's well-executed and hilarious. And actually a pretty sharp but good-humored window into the delights and horrors of modern everyday life in china.
The Sisters Brothers by Patrick DeWitt (reread). At the peak of the California gold rush, hitmen Charlie and Eli Sisters are hired for a job that Eli is liking less and less. 1st-person perspective of a stone-cold killer, where it turns out the killer is just Some Guy. Who is kind of awkward. And pathetic. And maybe not very bright.
Gobelins graduation animated shorts: "Chroniques de l'Eau Salée" (2021), "Last Summer" (2022), and "Go Fishboy" (2022). Available to watch on YouTube. Got caught up on 2021 and 2022 and these are the ones that will haunt me.
Ranma 1/2 by Rumiko Takahashi - manga (reread). Teenage martial artist is cursed to transform into a hot girl whenever he's splashed with cold water. Still some of the funniest and most deranged comedy I've ever read.
"Golden Age" - short story by Naomi Novik set in the Temeraire universe. Hilarious and delightful Feral Temeraire AU.
Just ok: media that I didn't hate, and maybe even enjoyed
A Dirty Job by Christopher Moore
Coyote Blue by Christopher Moore
Fluke: Or, I Know Why the Winged Whale Sings by Christopher Moore
Glass Onion (2022) dir. Rian Johnson
Puss in Boots: the Last Wish (2022) dir. Joel Crawford
Liar & Spy by Rebecca Stead
Witch's Business by Diana Wynne Jones (reread)
Chrestomanci series by Diana Wynne Jones (reread) - Charmed Life, The Lives of Christopher Chant, Mixed Magics, The Pinhoe Egg
Firebirds: An Anthology of Original Fantasy and Science Fiction, ed. Sharyn November. Faves: "Beauty" by Sherwood Smith, "Little Dot" by Diana Wynne Jones, and "Remember Me" by Nancy Farmer.
All Systems Red (异星危机) by Martha Wells, Simplified tr. by 黎思敏
All Saints Street (万圣街) - donghua, seasons 1-3
Moira's Pen by Megan Whalen Turner
Enchanted Glass by Diana Wynne Jones (reread)
The Game by Diana Wynne Jones (reread)
Deep Secret by Diana Wynne Jones (reread)
Selected Discworlds: Thief of Time, Unseen Academicals (reread)
The Confessions of Max Tivoli by Andrew Sean Greer (reread)
The Impossible Lives of Greta Wells by Andrew Sean Greer
"Louise", Gobelins 2021 graduation animated short. Pretty good, but not god tier.
The Time of the Ghost by Diana Wynne Jones (reread)
Less by Andrew Sean Greer. Most of it was a slog, but the ending was wonderfully tender.
The Merlin Conspiracy by Diana Wynne Jones (reread)
Secondhand Souls by Christopher Moore
The Ladies of Grace Adieu and Other Stories by Susanna Clarke
Are You Listening? by Tillie Walden
Esperanza Rising by Pam Munoz Ryan
Spinning by Tillie Walden
Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides (reread)
The Mermaid (美人鱼) - movie (2016)
Exhalation by Ted Chiang. Fave: Exhalation
Stories of Your Life and Others by Ted Chiang
Motorcity - cartoon (rewatch)
Sing 2 - movie
Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves - movie
White Cat Legend (大理寺日志) manhua through chapter 186
A Monster in Paris - movie (rewatch)
Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse - movie
Lionboy trilogy by Zizou Corder: Lionboy, The Chase, and The Truth (reread)
The Moorchild by Eloise McGraw
Creation of the Gods I: Kingdom of Storms (封神第一部：朝歌风云) - movie
Our Flag Means Death - season 2
Skellig by David Almond (reread). Even more unsettling and magical than I remembered.
The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System (人渣反派自救系统) by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu
Savvy by Ingrid Law (reread)
The Silent Boy by Lois Lowry
Golden Age and Other Stories by Naomi Novik. "Golden Age" alone was amazing. Every thing else: meh.
Wonder by RJ Palacio except that the ending sucked
蓝溪镇 (Lanxi Zhen/Blue Creek Town) - manhua (reread), through chapter 112
Translation State by Ann Leckie
Disliked and often DNF'd
House of Suns by Alastair Reynolds
A Pale View of Hills by Kazuo Ishiguro
Wait Till Helen Comes by Mary Downing Hahn
The Stars are Legion by Kameron Hurley
Phoenix Rising by Karen Hesse
Palimpsest by Catherine Valente
Knives Out (2019) dir. Rian Johnson
The Chosen and the Beautiful by Nhi Vgo
Hench by Natalie Zina Walschots. Genuinely creative concept, enjoyable characters, and horrifying (affectionate) ending! Writing was just very, very bad.
The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove by Christopher Moore
Stowaway by Karen Hesse
Nirvana in Fire (狼牙榜) - ok objectively it was fine. It was just SO long that I started losing patience at multiple points.
Marcel the Shell with Shoes on (2021) dir. Dean Fleischer Camp
Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry by Mildred Taylor
Suzume - anime movie
Fairies Albums (百妖谱) - donghua
Link Click （时光代理人）- donghua
The Strange Tales of Oscar Zahn by Tri Vuong - webcomic
Into the Riverlands by Nghi Vo
Journey to the West: Demons Strike Back (西游伏妖篇) - movie
Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Others Writings by Jorge Luis Borges
The Buried Giant by Kazuo Ishiguro
Frozen 2 - movie
Logan - movie
The Three Sisters of Tenmasou - movie
The Water Dancer by Ta-Nehisi Coates. Nothing new.
Bewilderment by Richard Powers
Nimona (2023) - movie
Prophet by Helen MacDonald and Sin Blache
One Piece - the live action Netflix series
Good Omens season 2
Birdwing by Rafe Martin
Blue Eye Samurai - netflix cartoon
Haven't You Heard I'm Sakamoto - anime
System Collapse by Martha Wells
The Cay by Theodore Taylor (reread)
The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier
Bottoms (2023) - movie
Daily Life of the Immortal King (仙王的日常生活) - donghua
Witch King by Martha Wells. Actually I enjoyed the Kai/Bashasa storyline a lot. The present-day storyline I found extremely boring. Which was unfortunate because it was more than half the book.
The King's Avatar (全职高手) - donghua
The Apothecary Diaries - anime
Assorted nonfiction
The Electricity of Every Living Thing by Katherine May. Bored. DNF
Alone in the Wilderness (2004) - dir. Dick Proenneke. Documentary of Proenneke's year spent living alone in the Alaskan wilderness. Neat look at one dude building a cabin, furniture, and all his accompanying household implements by hand.
A River Lost: The Life and Death of the Columbia by Blaine Harden. The human and environmental significance of the Columbia dam system.
Gifted Earth: The Ethnobotany of the Quinault and Neighboring Tribes by Douglas Deur. Guide to key native species and their traditional uses.
A Swim in a Pond in the Rain: Four Russians Give a Master Class on Writing, Reading, and Life by George Saunders. Four classic Russian short stories with accompanying technical analysis of their narrative construction. Great look at the process of writing and analyzing stories.
Animals Make Us Human by Temple Grandin - animal behavioral psychology
Animals in Translation by Temple Grandin - more animal behavioral psychology
Crying in HMart by Michelle Zauner. DNF. Felt like the book could have been 1/4 of its length. Mostly nothing new.
Wood in American Life: 1776-2076 by WG Youngquist and HO Fleischer. Wood use in America. Really makes you realize just how many things are now made out of plastic but used to be wood. And how much more difficult and expensive it was to make and replace objects.
Authentic Diversity: How to change the workplace for good by Michelle Silverthorn. Concise and nicely concrete. Would be a good starting place for an executive.
Weapons of Math Destruction by Cathy O'Neil - how some big data algorithms reinforce preexisting inequality, and how to improve them.
The Relationship Cure by Joan Declaire and John M. Gottman. The classic originator of the "bids for attention" approach. Pretty good, most helpful was the part where it identifies the styles of responses.
Essential Retirement Planning for Solo Agers: A Retirement and Aging Roadmap for Single and Childless Adults by Sara Zeff Geber
A Wolf at the Table by Augusten Burroughs
the excellent hyperlocal nature guidebook I bought after encountering the author at the mall
Your Money or Your Life: 9 Steps to Transforming Your Relationship with Money and Achieving Financial Independence, by Vicki Robin and Joe Dominguez. 2018 ed.
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Mystictober Day 27 - Cat
Ray/gn! reader
Catboy Ray au goes brrr! This turned out to be way longer than expected, but what can I say? Catboys can do that to you alright.
The building of Magenta turned out to be way bigger on the inside than it initially seemed to you from the outside. Before you received your own personal key card from the Savior herself, you didn't really get the entire feel of this otherworldly place and its enormous size. Exploring these seemingly endless corridors of Magenta was slowly making your head spin with how painfully similar each new turn appeared to be when compared to the last. It felt like you were stuck in one endless hallway, not getting anywhere with time and losing sight of any distinguishing features between each area you stumbled upon. It wasn't long before you realized, that you inevitably got lost. Each new turn seemed exactly the same as the last one, and you were starting to seriously question how in the world did Ray navigate this place with such grace and precision whenever he took you out for a walk in the garden. He made it look so easy! Speaking of which... You should probably try to find him, or anyone, for that matter. You could only curse your own stupidity for not thinking about grabbing your phone with you, given your inexperience with maneuvering around this godforsaken place.
You were not allowed to visit Ray's working space, but it's not like you even knew where to find it, or how it looked like for that matter! You were stuck mindlessly wandering these long halls as a lost puppy would. You weren't sure what exactly prompted you to try and open one of the doors on your path, but it seemed like this was the right decision. Though, your immediate joy from noticing a familiar figure in a magenta suit quickly faded. You were met with a freezing cramped room, shrouded in darkness and filled with dozens of computers stacked on top of each other. You've never seen this many wires contained in one place before. Though, your attention was focused on something - or rather someone - else entirely.
To say you were shocked by the sight in front of you would be an understatement. Ray was hunched over a table, his head clenched tightly in between his hands. He was obviously in a lot of pain, judging by the rushed shaky breaths that were reaching your ears, and that he didn't even notice you standing there, gaping at him. There was something else, too.
Peeking out from under his disheveled white hair were... a pair of cat ears? And a tail curling tightly around his legs...?
Were you asleep or something!?
In any case, you hurriedly shut the door behind you so that no one else could see or hear anything that was going on in here. At least, you hoped so. You shouldn't be here in the first place!
Just in case, you desperately rubbed at your eyes, trying to discern reality from illusion, but... your measly attempt did not change anything about what you were seeing in front of you.
...what the actual hell?
"Ray?"
You slowly walked a little closer, leaning with your entire body towards the hacker and hoping to get a better look at him from a different angle. Maybe you were just seeing things wrong in this dim lighting, nothing more!
He was obviously too preoccupied with his own invisible battle, still completely oblivious to you entering the room up until the very last moment. It was the sound of his own name being pronounced by your voice reaching his ears that made him jolt abruptly in his seat, turning to look at you with a genuinely terrifying expression contorting his gentle features. He quickly jumped out of his chair, as if he wanted to run away from you on instinct, only to realize, that he was basically trapped in this very room, with you in it.
Two horrified mint eyes widened at you, and you could notice how the white fur on the long tail has fluffed out. His breath caught in his throat, as he became more and more aware of the situation he was in. Only after a little while of tense silence did Ray finally swiftly contort his tail, hiding it behind his back, and flattened both of the ears against his head, covering them with a trembling palm of his hand. "I-It's- It's not what you think it is, I swear!"
You just blinked, staring blankly at the odd situation unfolding itself in front of you.
It's rather intriguing how your utter shock at this ordeal was expressed by such an absurdly stoic facial expression on your part. It felt like your mind has decided to dull out your raging emotions to protect you.
Okay, is this... Is this really just a dream?
You kept silent, not providing any visible reaction to the actions of a panicked young man in front of you. Instead, you took a deep breath, turned your back on him, shut your eyes as tight as you could, and sharply pinched at your own arm. It's the only thing that came to your utterly confused mind at the time. A soft hiss escaped through your clenched teeth, but... when you opened your eyes again and looked back at Ray... nothing has changed at all.
Huh.
Now you had absolutely no idea how you were supposed to react to something like this, or what you could even say to him right now. So, you were left with no choice but to be as painfully frank as you possibly could with him. Now, your gaze was strictly fixed on... these bizarre new body parts of his.
How can they look so real?
"I... I don't know what you're talking about, but I can see cat ears and a tail on you."
With an effort, you looked up at his face, suddenly starting to feel weirdly afraid yourself of the implications of such a predicament. "Um... There's something wrong with me, isn't there?"
Was there some kind of hallucinogen in the morning coffee you drank? Did they add some elixir in there, without his knowledge? That sounded highly unlikely, but... what other possible explanations could lead to something like this?
Your legs moved on their own accord, making you take a few steps forward to get even closer to Ray, who was the main source of your distress. Fortunately, thanks to him clearly suffering from some kind of internal pain, he couldn't think quickly on his feet right now. He was frozen in place, which meant that you could figure out the explanation all by yourself. His 'ears' were safely hidden under his palm, so... You turned your attention to the tail.
It... is a tail, right?
Taking the last remaining step forward to close the remaining distance between the two of you, you reached out tentatively and took the tip of the tail in the palm of your hand. And that was the exact moment when your false composure immediately fell apart in one second flat.
The hacker's entire body froze up when your fingers first touched his tail. His face immediately flushed bright red, which was pretty noticeable even with the sickly pink hue covering his cheeks already.
Your eyes quickly became the size of a dinner plate as you stared at the soft object moving in your hand.
This... This feels way too real to be a hallucination! You could feel every single definitive texture as if it was a real cat tail!
Oddly enough, it's not like you were holding his tail with much force. Even though you initially thought it was merely a hallucination and nothing more, your touch was as gentle as usual. And now, when all the absurdity of what is happening right now has fallen onto your shoulders at once, you are very unlikely to simply give in, no matter what he tells you, or how convincing it will sound.
To make sure that what you're feeling is truly real, you began to slowly massage the fluffy tail in your hand: gently squeezing and unclenching your fingers around it and exploring the texture to the best of your abilities.
No. As surreal as it may seem, this is clearly not a hallucination. It's a real tail, and it was attached to the man you thought you knew.
Breathing out shakily, you finally took a step back, lifting your gaze back up to his face and wordlessly searching for possible answers that could somehow explain this whole situation. To say you looked puzzled by all of this would be an understatement of the century.
"Ray... what is this?"
While Ray continued to battle with his own thoughts in his head, he was still trying to make desperate attempts to hide everything from you.
"It's... It's nothing!" He yanked his tail out of your hands and it wrapped tightly around his leg.
"You didn't see anything. I-it's just an accident!"
The young man now firmly grabbed you by the shoulders, desperately trying to catch his breath and somehow keep you from freaking out, as a small part of you rightfully desired to do.
Though, his words sounded more like he was trying to convince himself rather than make you believe in the story he made up on the spot. His eyes anxiously darted around the room, straining to find a place where he could hide and wait this out, but he was met with an obvious problem. He could not leave this room and put himself at risk of being seen like this by other believers. Ray could only helplessly squeeze his eyes shut in response to the pain assaulting his head with renewed vigor and whimper under his breath.
You blinked, trying to somehow digest everything that you've seen in front of you with your own two eyes.
You opened your mouth to say something - anything - but closed it again, finding it extremely difficult to discern any cohesive thoughts out of the raging storm happening inside of your mind at this very moment. You no longer knew what to believe. It all just seemed like some kind of bizarre dream, not something that could be happening to you in the reality you thought you knew so well! And yet... your eyes didn't lie to you. Just like the feeling of his... tail on the skin of your hand.
Moreso, you couldn't help but notice how much more expressive he had become with these new fluffy additions to his form. As absurd as it may seem, he looked absolutely miserable and terrified due to his ears and tail adding even more emotion to his body language. In fact, that's exactly why you hesitated before deciding to start showering him with the sea of questions that were buzzing loudly inside of your head.
This is all very confusing, but... He is clearly in pain. And you had no idea, why that is. As much as you wanted to get all the answers you needed from him right now, it's... clearly not the right time for that.
You were even starting to feel a tiny bit guilty for your shocked reaction a moment prior, seeing just how much this whole ordeal has frightened him.
So... Instead, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your rapidly pounding heart inside of your chest. "H-hey... don't be so afraid. I... I'm not going to do anything. I promise. You look like you really need some proper rest right now... I'm sorry if I disturbed you, I didn't mean to. We... can talk about this later, when you're feeling better. So... don't stress yourself out like that. It's okay."
God, you can't believe you're actually saying all of this... to a real catboy?
It sounds so stupid-
He seemed to be at a loss for words for a moment before his trembling fingers squeezed your shoulders slightly as if he was trying to keep you in one place still. His voice sounded hoarse and strained when he finally found enough strength to respond to you, wincing from the unknown pain still torturing him from within.
"You... Ugh- You... You didn't see anything, okay? I need you to keep this a secret, Y/N, I beg of you. I'll explain everything- O-only later. I'm very sorry!"
You slowly took a step back, even managing to put on a small smile in an attempt to reassure him.
As absurd as this situation may seem, you just didn't have the heart to put so much pressure on him when he looked so... scared. It didn't seem right to you. You wouldn't be true to yourself if you put your thirst for answers before his well-being. So, you accepted his conditions, without putting up any further fight. "Okay. I won't tell anyone, I promise. Then... You can text or call me when you're ready. Or... visit me yourself, if you'll find the time for that. I'll be waiting. Just... tell me how to get to my room from here? I... kinda got lost."
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The next time you heard anything from Ray was on the afternoon of the next day. You were starting to get seriously worried for him, before you heard a familiar ringtone buzzing from your phone that was resting peacefully on the bedside stand. Among the many apologies you had to scroll through, he has notified you that he managed to free just about enough time in his busy schedule to visit you, if you desired to see him at all. It seemed like he really thought that you were disgusted by what you saw and never wanted to speak with him again.
The thought pained your heart, and you tried to respond in the kindest way you possibly could, making sure to add a smiling emoji with a heart at the end of your messages. You wanted to make him feel safe and welcome, in the best way you knew. Speaking of which, maybe you should take advantage of your new key card on such an occasion!
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You smiled widely at the familiar sound of soft knocking at your door, exclaiming a cheerful: 'Come in!' in response to your long-awaited visitor.
Just as you expected, Ray looked extremely guilty the moment he walked in, quickly casting his eyes to the floor and hunching his shoulders, as if he wanted to make himself look as small as possible under your gaze. Deciding to take the lead, you got up from your bed, walked over to him, and gave him a small warm smile in an attempt to reassure him that you were not mad or put off by him at all.
"Hi. Are you feeling any better? I made you some tea to help with your headaches. It's warm and sweet, so I think you will like it very much!"
You grinned, pointing at the steaming mug resting next to the beautiful vase with a bouquet of yellow roses he has given you two days prior.
Ray sharply lifted his head to look at you with a genuinely shocked expression on his face. Sort of on instinct, he ran a hand through his hair, like he was checking for the presence of the two cat ears you'd seen on him yesterday. The young man smiled awkwardly at you, only now processing your words in his head. Finally, when he noticed the mug of tea meant for him standing on the small white table nearby, his cheeks quickly flushed bright red. He looked completely dumbfounded at your warm greeting like it was the last thing he has expected from you right now.
"Ah... I'm feeling better now, you shouldn't have..." His voice wavered, making your heart clench in your chest. God, he sounded like he wanted to cry, and all you wanted to do was to hold him in your arms and reassure him, that everything was going to be okay.
"You are so caring... I don't know if I can ever repay you for everything you do for me."
He became noticeably quieter, as you could see hesitation swimming in his mint eyes. His gaze dropped back down to the floor, making you frown in displeasure.
You took a tentative step towards him, searching for his eyes hidden beneath his carefully combed bangs.
"Well... I think you're doing enough already." You smiled sheepishly, folding your hands behind her back.
"You're doing so much to protect me. And you're always making sure that all of my needs are rightfully taken care of."
Suddenly feeling a bit unsure about your initial plans for this meeting, you hummed under your breath, tilting your head to the side.
"Um... We can talk about what happened yesterday when you're ready. Of course, I'd like to know all the answers, but... I don't want to stress you out or cause you any problems because of my curiosity. We can... go at our own pace." You bashfully scratched the back of your neck, bouncing back and forth on your feet to rid of the nervous energy buzzing around in your stomach.
"So, what I mean is... I don't mind waiting for however long you might need. And my feelings for you did not change a bit. Which is why you don't have to be afraid of me treating you any differently from before. You're still my Ray that I've known all this time, and I care for you deeply."
You could hear him breath out a shaky sigh.
"You're too kind to me..." Ray was still afraid to look up. This time, however, it seemed like he was too ashamed to look at you, rather than him just being afraid to see your reaction to seeing him again. He cleared his throat, shaking his head slightly.
"Uhh, y-yes, right. You're... talking about that."
The young man timidly looked away, squeezing one of his palms with his other hand, like he was trying to ground himself. You involuntarily remembered how frightened he looked yesterday, with those flattened ears and tucked-in tail. Ray's emotions were already written plain as day on his face but in that new appearance... They were expressed even more clearly to you.
He hummed, shifting from one foot to another. "I think we can talk about it... Probably. Mmh... whenever you want. It's... the least I could do for shocking you like that."
Literally, everything in his body language showed how uncomfortable this topic felt for him and, in truth, he looked kinda scared even at the prospect of this much-needed conversation he himself had promised to you.
You took a few more steps forward, getting close enough to reach out and take his gloved hands in your own. You gave Ray a small reassuring smile, wordlessly relaying to him, that there was nothing he needed to be afraid of.
"Well... in that case, I'd like to talk about it as soon as possible. Of course, only if you're ready. I don't insist."
You decided to state, in an attempt to rid of at least a fraction of nerves that simply oozed off of Ray in waves. God, it pained you so much to see him this anxious and skittish in front of you.
Either way, you gently tugged him toward the table with a swift nod of your head.
"Let's sit down, okay? You can enjoy your tea while we talk. It should help with some of your nerves, I promise." You sat down in your chair, patting your hand on your knee in a silent invitation. Not that you were calling him over to sit on your lap, of course. Though, the thought made your cheeks feel quite warm.
Once he decided to follow your lead and settle down in the chair opposite from yours, you shifted a bit closer to take one of his hands in yours yet again. For some reason, you just really wanted to hold his hand right now. Your grip wasn't at all firm, letting him know that he could pull away from you at any given moment. You didn't want him to feel trapped or cornered in any way.
It seems like physical contact made his cheeks warm up even more, and you couldn't help but giggle under your breath at the soft gasp he let out the moment your hand has touched his. Sometimes he's just too adorable for his own good.
"So... can you share this with me? I promise I won't tell this information to anyone if you so desire."
He swallowed nervously, fidgeting with the fabric of the glove on his free hand.
"I-I'll try. Just, please... Don't tell anyone about this. You can't let anyone else know any of this. And... Please, don't tell the Savior either." His voice became noticeably quieter and more frightened when he spoke of his Savior, anxiously glancing around the room as if he was searching for any hidden listeners, that might be lurking nearby.
You nodded, prompting him to begin his story. You listened patiently as he talked, occasionally squeezing his hand in yours whenever the words got caught up in his throat and he needed a moment to breathe.
You didn't expect him to ask you not to tell about this to the Savior of all people. Does she know? Both options seemed strange in their own way. In any case... well, this certainly explains why he's so afraid of the outside world now. Perhaps... you would be afraid too if you were put in his place.
Surely the Savior used this fear of his for her own purposes. Your heart ached for him whenever you thought of that.
Once he finished, you sighed heavily, gently squeezing his glowed fingers in both of your hands.
"Hey now... Of course, I won't be disgusted over something like that, you have nothing to be afraid of. While yes, I... I still find it really hard to believe that something like this is even possible, that doesn't mean it's something bad. And it's not like you chose to be like this, right? I think it'll be wrong of me to judge you for this. You're still you. But... I do understand why you'd be afraid of me finding out. People are scared of something they don't understand. I can't... blame you for hiding this from me."
You pursued your lips thoughtfully, rubbing slow circles on the skin of his palm with your thumb.
"So... I won't treat you differently for something like this, you don't have to worry about that, I promise. And you don't need to apologize to me either. It's something pretty personal, and you had every right to keep this from me. Plus... even though it happened by chance, you still told me everything now. You could choose overwise, you know? Make up some white lie or deny everything all together. And, most likely, I would have believed you, given how bizarre this all sounds." You chuckled softly, averting your gaze.
"So, thank you for sharing this with me and putting your trust in me. I promise I won't tell anyone. Oh, and, by the way... You reminded me of a cat for quite some time now. I guess I finally learned the reason for that."
You held back a small laugh that almost broke free from you without your knowledge. You didn't want him to think you were laughing at him or anything like that. "And while it is only your choice to make... I don't see anything wrong with allowing yourself more freedom in this regard. At least here, where no one else can see you. I think those cat ears and tail looked just lovely on you... They're actually really cute if I'm being honest with myself."
Tentatively, he raised his eyes at your face, clearly unsure on what to say. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, before finally finding the right words to respond to such a heartfelt speech from you.
"I... Thank you. I don't know what I did to deserve such kindness, but I'm... truly happy that you don't hate me now. I was... I was so afraid that you'd find me scary or disgusting when I'm like this and leave me... I promise you, that no matter what happens, I won't hurt you, okay? I consider myself completely human despite this form. I have total control over my body even in other forms, so I will never ever harm you, I promise..."
Ray paused for a moment and looked down at the floor, pursing his lips into a thin line and seemingly pondering over something.
The young man looked back nervously at the door and, after making sure that it was closed, closed his eyes.
You did not understand what was happening immediately, it seemed like everything happened almost instantly, but after blinking once or twice, those same fluffy ears flaunted on the top of his head, as his snow-white tail sank to the ground.
"S-See? I-I'm in total control of myself right now. Sometimes my forms change on their own accord if I'm really hurt or scared, but, for the most part, I can control them. And- and if you want... You can touch me. If you don't mind it, of course." He fiddled with his hands nervously, casting his eyes back to the floor. His ears and tail also conveyed his nervous state of mind as crystal clear as during yesterday's incident, making your heart flutter helplessly in response.
Oh, god, he looks so unbelievably cute...
For a few moments, you just stared at him, as pure amazement practically sparkled in your eyes. You still found it pretty hard to believe that all of this is indeed real. You didn't expect him to show you so much trust right now. This notion made your heart flutter with joyous glee. However, you quickly breathed a long sigh to compose yourself. You slowly got up from your chair, taking a small step forward and tilting your head to one side in curiosity.
So astounding... You would never have thought that something like this could be real.
Still, you needed to calm him down first and foremost.
"Of course, I wouldn't mind. They suit you so much, Ray."
A reassuring smile crossed your lips as you carefully lifted one of your hands to gently run it through his bleached hair and then touch one of the cat ears, as soft and fluffy to the touch as a normal cat's ear would feel. Your giddy smile grew in size as your eyes sparkled with pure delight.
Ray, seemingly on pure instinct, closed his eyes the moment you first touched his ear, leaning into your hand, as an affectionate cat would.
You couldn't help yourself. Of course, you understood that showing this form was rather difficult and unpleasant for him, however... you simply could not help but admire him like this. He looked so beautiful to you right now. Those adorable ears and tail really... really suited him. It's as if they were always supposed to be there. Like they were meant to be on him.
And yet... you decided to stop tormenting him for now. Having finished with your quick experiment on one of his ears, you pulled away and sat back down in your chair next to his own, resting your chin on your palm.
"Wow, thank you for trusting me with this, really. And... it doesn't scare me at all, so don't worry. It's still hard to imagine... but it's not scary whatsoever. Plus, if you wanted to hurt me in any way, you would have done so already, so I have nothing to worry about. I trust you." A soft smile lit up your face.
"And trust me when I say that the last thing I'll hate on someone is a pair of adorable cat ears and a tail. You know how much I love cats."
You laughed softly as you mindlessly ran your fingers through your hair.
Can he purr as well-?
When the hacker finally looked up at you again, a shaky sigh was all he could let out. His cheeks were a lovely shade of bright red and his eyes were so wide you couldn't help but get lost in them. Whether it's just how nice your touches felt, or your unconditional trust in him, or maybe your overly sweet words pouring into his ears - he was as mesmerized by you as you were by him. Maybe it was all these factors put together.
"I-I trust you too..." His voice sounded so small, and yet, it wasn't for a bad reason this time around. He was still unsure about all of this, but... It seems like there was more bravery in him than you initially thought. His next words certainly caught you by surprise.
"I'm not used to being touched like this. B-but if you don't feel uncomfortable and- and maybe want to do it again... Y-you can do that whenever you want to."
He involuntarily shivered in embarrassment at these words.
However, you found yourself practically buzzing with glee, suddenly gathering all of your willpower so as to not crush him in a tight hug right at the spot. Instead, you grinned, reaching out over the table once more, and placing your hand on the top of his head. This time, when you caressed his soft ears, you could feel a slight vibrating sensation moving through your entire body and making you giggle in delight. "I'll take you up on that promise, my lovely prince."
#mm mystictober2022#mystic messenger#mysmes#mysme#mm#ray choi#saeran choi#mystic messenger ray#ray x reader#catboy ray#catboy ray my beloved 💕💕💕
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Characters of your choice’s opinions on a tall (like roe tall or male au ra tall) wol? Do they like it? Do they curse that all the height went to them? I’ve gotten pretty attached to towering over everyone lol
A/N: Being someone who's both short af in real life and as a miqo'te main, it's unfair for those to be so tall 😭 Honestly as I'm writing Estinien's, I feel slightly angry in tiny😂This is quite fun.
Warning: there's one part that is toeing the line of spiciness.
Aymeric
No matter your height, he will find your presence to be quite relaxing. But if he were honest, it is nice to have you as tall as him. If you are taller, he would find it nice to look up at someone else for once.
Emet-Selch
Please. If you think that being taller than him makes you think you have a leg up on him, you've got another thing coming dearest Warrior of Light. Well, at least that's what he'd want you to believe. His mind spirals because of how you tower over him. Does he like it? Maybe. Perhaps. Just don't get too close, alright? He already has Hythlodaeus making fun of him for his red face. Let's no let this repeat itself.
But also...do it again.
Estinien
Thank the gods that you are tall. He would rather not have a neck cramp from looking down at a smaller Warrior of Light. Not that he would care if you were. But imagine his relief when he met you, finding you to be as tall or taller than him. The air up here is pretty nice, is it not?
Fandaniel
Please, tower over him. He revels in being smaller in size. This may be due to his love of chaos (I mean, me too). And just tall people-flawless.
G'raha Tia
So taller people make him nervous. But in a good way, I assure you. Especially if he admires them to a great extent. Honestly this could work in his favor. You're familiar with how his eyes tend to sparkle, a hopeful and happy look on his face? Let us not forget how his ears twitch for extra effect. Well, he's going to look up at you like this. There's no way you won't give into him. Good luck with this mischievous catboy.
Thancred
He's going to complain that he's shorter. Is that a cramp he's getting from looking up at you? Honestly could you sit down or perhaps crouch? This is truly above his pay grade and he's not even getting paid. But does he hate your tallness? No, not in the slightest. Tower over him, dominate him. Wait a second-this is turning into to something he was not aware of. Best to ignore that last part.
Y'shtola
She wouldn't mind this at all. Height means nothing as she can bring you easily down to her height. Honestly she would use your height to her advantage. She is quite innovative after all.
Zenos
Oh you dare to challenge him? Perhaps this is a losing battle as you tower over him. But no matter, he enjoys the dance of a fight. He would not mind looking up at you. If he were honest, your height does not matter to him for you will always be you.
#ffxiv#ffxiv headcanons#ffxiv reactions#aymeric x reader#emet selch x reader#estinien x reader#fandaniel x reader#g'raha tia x reader#thancred x reader#y'shtola x reader#zenos x reader
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ROUND 1 / SIDE A / POLL 14
Sylnae Nyrlithar (@slcknasty) vs. Cordelia Lillian Offdensen (@catboy-bill-nye, art by @fishklok)
Sylnae Nyrlithar info:
Description: She's a girlboss, she's a war criminal, she's died and come back from the dead... Born in an incredibly unhealthy family situation, escaped, was meant to have a redemption arc and then just got *worse.* Joined up with a gang of equally fucked up adventurers to take down a megalomaniacal technology magnate whose solution to population control was to kill a bunch of people and *still* managed to lose the moral high ground. The party was so morally fucked that the "good ending" for the campaign would have been them all dying and the eldritch blood god we were trying to stop taking over the world. So good at lying she got away with some of the world's most ridiculous cover stories. Plays both the violin and chess for maximum manipulative villain tropes.
Crimes: Was part of a reactionary terrorist group that considered civilian casualities as an acceptable cost for getting their aims (taking out a well-loved public figure). Has killed multiple people to do so, and also helped cover up multiple murders. Had a contingency plan to murder all of her party members if necessary. Nearly got all of them killed during a heist so that she could fulfil a personal agenda she hadn't told anyone about. Found a cursed sentient dagger that told her it would grow in power if she killed people with it, went "sure, I can use this" and promptly did exactly that.
Other notes from the submitter: i am so ready to see a batch of terrible women beating the shit out of each other (in terms of popularity but also maybe in a fistfight) (sylnae would lose a fistfight)
Cordelia Lillian Offdensen info:
Description: She is an OC I made for the [adult swim] series Metalocalypse ,but honestly it doesn't matter too much since most of my fics involving her take place before the series even starts (although watch as all of them become outdated by the time of the finale movie LOL). In any case she was a law school student that was seduced and got pregnant by a demonic entity in human form before being abandoned by said demon after she starts to get sus, rendering her a struggling single mother with unhealthy coping mechanisms. Manages to be both a girlboss and a girlfailure at the same time
Crimes: There would be SOOOO much discourse if she was canon considering she is genuinely loving and well-intended in trying to have her son's best interest ,but man was she neglectful in that "parents of Gen X" kind of way except in some ways kind of worse thanks to being a high functioning alcoholic which traumatized her son in a way that affected his relationships with other people as an adult (ie concerning levels of codependency). Even if granted half of this wouldn't have happened if a few small decisions from her lover didn't kind of ruin her and her sons' lives and it's not hard to feel bad for her since her boss and co-workers kind of treat her like garbage. Basically we love us a problematic ,but complex MILF (if only I had the energy to write more!!!)
Other notes from the submitter: Was the reason I asked that question since I have several OCs and yet somehow the one that's not even from an original work of mine would have the most hypothetical fandom discourse due to being a grey area kind of mom (hate to say it ,but some of the series' actual female characters are often less interesting than the fandom's) LOL
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booping their nose + whatever rare pair you're vibing right now
Alex blinks at Reggie, hands on his hips. "Did you seriously just boop me?" he asks.
"You're just so boopable!" Reggie replies, smile wide and cheesy.
"So not the time for it!" Alex says, throwing his hands up in the air and then gestures at himself. "I am a literal catboy!"
"I mean it's only ears and a tail..."
"Only ears and a tail yet!" Alex retorts back. "Thus not really the time for nose boops!"
"I mean it's always time for nose boops," Willie comments from the doorway, coming in and gently taps a finger against Alex's nose. "Boop!"
Alex hisses and bats Willie's hand away, which only makes him smirk and repeat the gesture on Reggie who lets out a playful giggle. Then turns back to Alex. "Now, do you want to know what I found or are you gonna continue to be all catty about the situation?"
"Not. Funny."
Reggie smother a laugh into his hand but then adopts an expression that's all innocence when Alex's glare lands on him. Willie keeps smiling through it all and pulls a large and dusty tome from his bag. "Had to practically smother this out from under Caleb's nose. Whoever cursed you was wicked mad, this is some serious joojoo."
"And you're sure it wasn't Caleb?" Alex asks.
"Look, Caleb is an asshole of a guardian, but he likes you and Reg, he wouldn't do this. Plus he told me once when he was very drunk that he spent some time as a duck, he wouldn't infect anyone with a similar fate."
Reggie snorted a little. "Caleb Duckington... wonder if they make capes and top hats that small."
"They totally do," Willie replied. "Clementine got photos, and she gave them to me to avoid getting fired. I'll show you once we fix our boyfriend."
"And maybe reverse it onto whoever did this," Alex retorted.
"No way man, I am not messing with revenge spells. The counter curse is bad enough," Willie said. "You have to be a mega powerful mage to pull something like that off and I'm middling at best."
"It's not gonna involve blood is it?" Reggie asked. "Because you know I don't do blood."
Willie opened the book and skimmed the spell once more. "No blood or any other bodily fluids required, no. But we might need a few candles."
"How many is a few?' Alex asked, remembering the time his boyfriends attempted romance and instead got the fire brigade involved.
"Seven," Willie replied. "Plus some chalk."
"There goes the security deposit," Reggie remarked.
"I think the sacrifice will be worth it since I am not a big fan of the whole tail thing," Alex snarked. "And if either of you even think of touching it..."
"So pets are out of the question?" Reggie asked with a forlorn expression.
"Just do the damn spell already before I get fleas," Alex replied.
"Sure thing hot dog," Willie said, but then booped Alex's nose once more. "Sorry, couldn't resist."
Thankfully the countercurse worked, and Alex was fully human once more. Though he did wonder at his lingering reaction to the catnip that clung to Reggie's clothes after he got back from the shelter, and the way he melted when Willie scratches behind his ear.
It's probably nothing... right?
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nightbringer initial thoughts
i know no one gives a SHIT about hashtag girlucifer's thoughts or anything also this blog has been mostly dead at least from my own original content for a while. my life majorly sucks at the moment but also i'm super cool about everything. ANYWAY so here's my updated mc in the new game
*of note, i lost some weight hehe i'm growing out my hair and i'm utilizing this like... coconut butter thing which brings out like these natural funky waves which is really cute on me with my longer hair! and also i've been vibing with this black turtleneck so there's that. okay to my thoughts now
DISCLAIMER: i'm only up to lesson 4 so leave me alone if my ideas show up later in the season, i'll get to lesson 10 hopefully by tomorrow but we will see
i really think solmare needs to hire me ASAP. as if i don't have enough stuff going on. anyway so the way the story is going, i am fearful of a repeat of the original obey me! app where it's basically regaining our pacts with the brothers + maybe some lore sprinkled in to keep us from ditching the app entirely. yes, while it's great to see some scenes where mammon admits he feels worthless and just goes along for the ride (eg, the great celestial war) because he's afraid of being alone, or satan's rage, or even the quirky stuff like leviathan's origin story with ruri-chan + "snake" - like it's cute and fun but i really honestly came to nightbringer hoping for the ANGST. these brothers are POST-CELESTIAL-WAR. like not even post. like it happened like A FEW HOURS into lesson 1. i need you to understand that the great celestial war wasn't just something that happened. it wasn't just a thing lucifer & his brothers decided to do in the spur of the moment. that shit was PREMEDIATED. it took a number of catalysts, last one being lilith in love with a human, to ignite the war. they fell from celestial status to DEMONS. the very thing they were born, taught, fueled to hate. IT CANNOT BE THAT SIMPLE for them to just be like ok wig let's move past it. maybe i'm projecting. but i want them to GRIEVE. i want them to be ANGRY. to be fair, we did get the mammon + leviathan fight scene, which was AWESOME. that's what i want to see! we get to see satan TRULY ANGRY. which is also good! versus y'know, nerd bitch catboy. asmodeus beelzebub and belphegor unfortunately are not very well-rounded and seem the same. instead, the writers really should've taken asmodeus weird tendencies to become flirtatious, like it should be jarring to him. he should be terrified as to why he's all of a sudden so enamored with the demons around him. why he feels drawn towards physical affection, something deemed sinful and naughty in the celestial realm. beelzebub should've been ... well idk. belphegor had a lot of potential because he was the one so intent on destroying humans after he lost his SISTER that lucifer and belphegor should've had their falling out right then and there for MC to truly see how broken their family was right after their fall.
i think we all came to the consensus that the 3D models are wack. i really wish they used the anime style or chibi 2D style or something. i love that kind of shit, the 3D looks like just some rwby weird shit going on. but i'm a hater. so idk. i hate tiktok and whatnot so i'm kind of like ummm
the battles take so much longer and i'm so sad i have to start from essentially nothing again for cards. i worked for nearly over a year to get the strongest cards for each color, both for demon and memory. so to do it all again... not fun and i probably will give up just because i'm soooo tired.
i think lucifer is a bitch dude i need him to stop being such a fucking bitchhhh i'm already on the edgeeee i need love and romance and whatnot
i wish . i could see baby luke... and i really hope when simeon shows up, he's going to be like bitchhh fuck lifeeee like i need him to curse and scream and be a menace and evil and stuff. i think it would be fun. especially since we lost out on fallen simeon. fuck my baka life
i will always hate how the devs don't give a shit about basic common sense in regards to the timeline. if the great celestial war happened like, at least SOMEWHAT according to the motherfucking BIBLE . then humans were like not a thing when they fall. or if you want to be lenient, it would've bene ancient times for the humans. aka no phones, no manga or anime, no "otaku" phrase since NO JAPAN. well i'm not that great with ancient society, maybe there was japan. but yeah, basically with the DDD and diavolo's society being so advanced, it makes it that the only logical answer to convince myself from blowing up is that a demon is responsible for human's developments in society. but that's lame as fuck :sob: i want humans to be like. resilient and the ones who taught the demons because i'm a bitch and love humanity and wish to see the inherent good in everyone please oh god please
anyway yeah i'm a bitch and insane and like i honestly have been going through it guys i am not going to lie i had a fun little whirlwind romance and it's over now and i'm trying to convince myself it was fun while it lasted but i miss him so much so like, with nightbringer i'm like wow can this really distract me from the unrelenting sadness his face brings lol anyway yeah enjoy my ramblings but i know my blog is dead but maybe it'll be revived with this app <- says this but will disappear for another 6 months
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@catboy-scott-agenda you have enabled me this is all your fault.
Scott can see magic but Shelby doesn't glow to him. I've decided Scott can be a nice person, as a treat. Joel can be a little mean, as a treat.
Yes I have stolen an idea from Good Omens. What of it.
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Some Lies are Good
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Scott was bored, as usual. And that pirate was really bugging him, so he thought it'd be really funny to find the treasure before the pirate could.
And yeah, maybe Scott should have learned his lesson about cursed artifacts, but the whole skull thing happened AGES ago.
Not to mention is got him a magic sensing eye. He felt like that was a littleworth it.
But for this adventure he would need a potion of water breathing, and there was only one potion maker on the server.
Shelby Shubble, Witch of the Evermoore.
Scott had seen plenty of witches and wizards and whoever in his time, and even before his magic eye he always felt... something. At least a spark of magic.
Shelby Shubble however, did not have that. Her wand had it, so she was definetly capable of some sort. But the witch herself had no spark of magic in her. She only just filled Scott with this... utter despair.
The mangrove was impossible to navigate, but eventually he saw the smoke and a giant purple mushroom in the distance. Despite what Shelby said about it, the fog felt welcoming and bright, sort of purplish. He never heard anyone else complain about it either.
And a god.
Ugh. What was HE doing here. Scott didn't appreciate scammers, thank you. Stack of die for broken wings, which he had to put in half a stack of three different colored wool, at least a fourth a stack of sticks... Scott was not fond of the god of Stratos.
"I'm just saying," an eye roll was audible in Joel's voice. "I've met some powerful witches, and you're not one of them."
"Well I'm LEARNING to become a powerful witch-" Shelby justified before getting cut off again.
"Look, if you can't even make a simple Turtle master potion-" Joel shrugged. "Then I don't know why you or I am here."
"I'm HERE to provide my potion making services as a witch."
"Not much of a witch, are you though?"
Scott's heart dropped and he became filled with rage, clenching and unclenching his hands, unable to stay still. Oh HELL no.
He jumped down, ignoring the mud squelching beneath his boots. Ew. He glared up at Joel, but smiling. Pointed.
"Excuse me, but if you're not going to buy anything-" Scott nudged the god as he walked past.
Wait. It only just occurred to him that he might be passing off a god... it's fine. Scott's talked his way out of worse.
"I believe I need some water breathing potions from the Great Witch Shelby." Scott opened his bag, ignoring Joel, rummaging through the dyes. He turned to look at him, an unimpressed expression. "Are you just gonna stand there the entire time or...?"
"Well, you're in the wrong place if you're looking for a 'great witch'," Joel did quotes with his hands. Shelby shrunk back. "She-"
Joel suddenly paused, taking note of Scott's shocked expression. Perfect.
Scott breathed out a laugh in shock. "Oh no, can't you feel it? I know my magic eye let's me see it better than most, but you can't even feel it?"
Joel blinked back. "What-"
"Huh," Scott hummed, shrugging. "I guess it just takes a powerful magic user to know one."
Joel's shoulders tensed and hus face grew red in anger. "Of course I'm powerful! And so of COURSE I see Shelby's magic. Very powerful. Yep."
"Cool," Scott rolled his eyes, returning his attention back to his bag. "Now piss off, I have a trade to make."
Joel huffed and flew away. Shelby released a breath.
"Oh GOSH was he scary," Shelby gave a nervous laugh. "I though he caught on to- I mean, I thought... never mind. Is it true?"
Scott pulled green and purple from the bag. "Is what true?"
"That you can see magic on me?" Shelby looked at him hopefully. "I mean, of course I'm magic, what kind of witch isn't magic right? I just uh... was wondering."
Scott looked at her wand, swirling with magic energy, though it was hard to tell through the fog. That was magic he could see on her, technically.
"Of course!" Scott raised his eyebrows, smiling. "I've never met a witch with such a powerful presence as you. I mean, that's DEFINETLY not something you could have learned in witch school from those bags of bones."
Shelby snickered, trying to hide it. "I shouldn't laugh at the elders... anyway, my thanks goes to you, what potions do you need?"
The trade deal went over smooth, Shelby tried to give him a discount as Scott pretended to be nice and gave her extra, pretty much returning it to the original price. They waved goodbye as Scott took off into the air. He turned around to look at the Evermoore.
Lying was easy, he should use that power for good more often, he felt great!
Huh, the purply fog was centered around Shelby. Weird.
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so, I was thinking about Catboy Bruce Wayne cause I read it once and it has lived rent free in my head ever since and??? I love it???
like I love the concept of Bruce being exposed to some magic or straight up being cursed by someone to become catlike, and there he is, acting like he normally does (cause, let’s be honest, that man is a cat already even without any of the right appendages) just with a pair of cat ears on top of his ruffled hair, nails that could (“and won’t, but could!!” “yes, Bruce, okay, you’re an aggressive overgrown cat, WE KNOW THAT.”) kill a man and a fucking swishy tail.
what I love even more is this concept I read on a fic once of the tail practically having its own brain and always showcasing Bruce’s emotion even when he is in Deep Denial (tm). Like homeboy be Brooding (tm) perched upon a rock in his Batcave and yelling at Clark (that came with “cake, Bruce, how can you say no to cake! Ma made it just for you, for pity’s sake! Alfred surely raised you better than that, now come on down and eat your damned slice of the cake!”) that he doesn’t either want or need cake, only for the tail to be swishing happily (or whatever cat tails do, idk guys, I am not a native speaker and this shit do be confusing) and giving him away like the lying liar that he is.
and wait, that’s not all, like obviously the Batkids are going to use it against him, we know that but!! now they know for sure what he thinks!! when he lies!! and when he doesn’t!! and if they get emotional over the fact that their socially inept Batdad is now trying to mother hen (mother cat, really) them it is not for anyone to know, okay?? that is one hell of a repressed man and they do not take for granted the gift of having him open up to them, even if it is because of some strange magic or whatever.
and then like, we discover that the curse (or whatever that was idk) didn’t actually make him act like a cat, but just gave him the appearance of one and the fucker just wanted to use this magical mishap as an opportunity to show some love and care to his family (and maybe troll them a little lol).
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“Bruce, bless your heart, creating such a convoluted plan just to show your family some affection! Wait, never mind that is such a you thing to do and I don’t know why I didn’t think about it being a possibility sooner.” “Shut up, Clark.”
some highlights of Cat!Bruce under the cut!
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Dick: so now you only drink milk
Bruce, knowing full well that his family is going to kill him for this, but having too much fun to stop: yup, sure do
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Tim: Bruce, please stop trying to feed me milk, please I beg of you
Bruce, pouring more milk: no
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Jason, who hasn’t seen momma cat!Bruce yet and has no idea of what happened: Bruce! Let me go, what the fuck are you doing dressed as a cat, old man??
Bruce, holding him up by the collar of his jacket with just one hand and combing his unkept hair: meow meow motherfucker
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Cass, passing by and minding her own business:
Bruce: hey, Cass, I left some milk for you in the kitchen, be sure to drink it all, I would talk to you more but I have to go take a piss in the garden, bye, drink your milk
Cass: … what went wrong in my life?
#bruce wayne#batman#clark kent#superman#dick grayson#nightwing#tim drake#red robin#jason todd#red hood#cassandra cain#cat!bruce wayne#cause I read it in a fic#and now i need more#dcau#dc comics#nerd humor#catboy#catboy!bruce wayne#maybe I’ll draw it later#superbat#justice league#:3 hehe
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Danchou half-jokingly tells Seofon about how bashful Seox was about making them something for White Day and Seofon immediately marches himself over to his room and grabs the poor catboy by the cloak to physically drag him to the kitchen, to help him get some confidence. And besides, it could damage the reputation of the Eternals if this got out and that obviously won't do. As leader, Seofon can't stand for this. Or so he says. But we all know that he is just physically incapable of leaving Seox alone
Seox is initially too confused to be upset and by the time he's processed what is going on, he's already in the kitchen
I agree though, Danchou should tag along, both to make sure those two behave and because it's funny to watch. Seox calms down a bit at having them around, even if his mask is never safe and maybe Seofon actually manages to teach them something useful. He wants to so badly
that's so cute. Seofon really is a menace. Poor Seox.
At least with Danchou here Seox wouldn't be cursing everything under the sun because of Seofon.
Man. What a mess.
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Late night simple renderings of characters I’ve made over quarantine
#oc#original character#original characters#furry#anthro#fantasy#maned wolf#lion#cat#catboy#spotted hyena#hyena#rook is half blue-tongue skink so i like to think of him as a forbidden catboy#cursed catboy maybe even#i don't line often so this was kind of fun#i already see things that bother me a lot but that just means ill be better next time!
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I'm haunted by the thought that if the Grimm is cursed? And he is like Prince Adam from Beauty and the Beast, enchanted by someone and lost his memory.
Just imagine that at the end of the game we will see Catboy Grimm ( I pray that Toboco at least made sketches, please!!) Maybe yes. Or maybe not.
This is just my guess.
But....
The most interesting thing.
What if that Chimera from the prologue (the evil Grimm if you want)
is…
His unique magic?
No, seriously!! This will be a very monstrously strong magic, but Grimm can not always keep his composure and Yuu helps him in this! The great strength and boiling rage and anger in his veins makes him almost uncontrollable. He is hungry for destruction and can cause hellish chaos in just a couple of moments.
But Yuu has the gift of training, right?
What if....
Grimm will enter this "mode" when he is afraid of losing Yuu. Despair of losing the person he already considers his family.
Grimm and Yuu, the Family, are the closest to each other. Don't even argue.
And let's say someone attacked them and Yuu gets hit.
Something clicks in Grimm's head when he sees Yuu lying on the ground without moving. His worst nightmare is to lose the Prefect forever.
And his inner "beast" comes into play . His anger clouds his mind.
The whole place is enveloped in a black acrid smell of burning and smoke, and the Grimm, turning into a chimera, spews such a loud and terrifying roar that the earth begins to vibrate under him.
He's protecting his prefect. Yuu will be lying among his paws under his stomach. The safest place, because the Grimm can use one of its tentacles to hold Yuu's arm or leg. To feel that she is near. She's still here. Maybe even check if her heart is beating. This is a thin thread for which he will hold on to preserve his "I"
On one side of his head and flame. With another cobra. It will be impossible to approach him from any side and take him by surprise.
Those assholes who dared to attack Yuu will get a lesson for the rest of their lives, to the last nail in their coffin that no one dares to touch the Prefect of Onboro.
But fortunately for them, Yuu was not seriously injured. And barely has time to get to his feet and run out in front of the Grimm so that he does not get into a rage and destroy everything around.
- Grimm, NO!!Stop!! - Yuu stands right in front of his mouth, closing his own offenders.
And then the chimera stops. The Grimm is still growling menacingly and digging its claws into the ground. At any second, he is ready to break everything. Burn it. Incinerate and destroy in an instant.
Slowly taking off his gloves, Yuu stretches out his palms to his nose. He remembers her scent. This is something native and familiar. Something that is always there. He still keeps his mind in the first place.
-Easy, easy...breathe ... don't do this. You can keep control. You remember me, don't you? – One of the rules of Yuu is to try to understand what the other is feeling at the moment.
Is Grimm angry? Is it rage?
He wants to burn everything?
No.
Grimm is scared. He's desperate. He is very scared. He doesn't want to lose Yuu. Grimm is afraid that something terrible will happen and he will not have enough of all his magic. With all his strength to protect both himself and Yuu. The two of them have been through so much that now he is most afraid for Yuu.
Trouble and other people's fights will definitely involve them both. But if Yuu gets hurt? What if luck turns away?
Malleus Draconia once told him that people are very fragile..
Yes. People are fragile, almost like a snowflake.
And his flame can only vaporize her before he realizes.
He doesn't want to be alone anymore. He doesn't want to lose everything.
- It's okay, Grimm...I'm here, I'm right next to you. You can hold out, I know. - Yuu gently whispers to the beast looking into his eyes. The Grimm continues to growl and show his sharp fangs. Her palms very delicately and slowly touch his nose. Now, with every breath, he feels first of all her smell.
The chimera shudders, the Cobra stops hissing menacingly instead of his tail and collects his" hood "
Very carefully and slowly, Yuu falls to the ground and Grimm, still growling and nervously looking around, lies down on the ground after her. He reaches out to her and unconsciously does the same as she does.
- Easy-easy…Like this…Breathe... it's okay. I'm here, I'm right next to you.. - continuing to whisper, Yuu sits a little closer and Grimm does the same.
- You assholes better get your heels out of here before the wind blows your ashes away.- Yuu threatened softly, seeing that the Grimm, though not immediately, still calms down. He no longer shows his teeth, there is no smell of strong burning from his mouth, warning that a fire can appear at any minute. The claws no longer cut the ground.
The students tried to threaten something, but the menacing hiss of the cobra made them change their minds.
Gradually letting him get used to the situation and calm down, Yuu gently presses his entire torso against his muzzle. Very gently and very gently, Yuu strokes him. Burying her fingers in his fur and gently scratching.
- You're doing great. I'm sorry I scared you...I'm here Grimm. You not alone.
After about 20 minutes, the Grimm completely calms down and yawns sleepily, opening his mouth wide and sticking out his tongue.
- Let's go to Onboro if the teachers see you. This will cause a stir.
It takes about two hours for the Grimm to return to his "normal form" After that, his stone is very dirty and muddy. Yuu forbade the use of magic while his stone is like this.
But the Grimm after such a "transformation" if Yuu is around feels very sleepy and tired. And he constantly yawns, wanting to lie down somewhere and take a nap.
On the way to Onboro, if they come across any of the students.
Well...
they..
To put it mildly, in outright horror that Yuu is walking next to the giant chimera Grimm and her hand is usually tightly held by one of his tentacles. Moreover, she is not afraid and tells him something distracting with a conversation. Grimm occasionally lets out a low growl in response.
Yuu has to hide the marks from the suckers, because once when they were noticed, Jade almost beat a frightened Azul. Floyd, on the other hand, did not leave Yuu's side for two days and hissed at Azul like a guard dog.
To put it mildly, Azul was at a loss why the hell these two were so protective of the Prefect and aggressive against him. Until his saw the "reason"
For the first time in a long time, he almost choked on his ink.
Azul conducted a thorough investigation that he was not drugged or given any potion or used a spell. The poor guy almost had a nervous breakdown, fearing that "he could have done such a thing and not remember about it." He even asked Idia to give him the recordings from the cameras.
Yuu had to step in and explain to them where it came from.
They didn't believe it at first. But then, when they saw a huge beast in the courtyard, when one of the students wanted to use magic on Yuu..
well.... they didn't ask anymore.
But Yuu had to fend off the proposals of Azul for a long time. On the one hand, this greedy octopus wants power over the "terrible beast" on the other hand, he understands how risky it is and how much it can.
Once they almost scared Ruggi and Leona to death. While Leona was dozing in the shade of the trees, Ruggi was fishing sitting on the river bank.
And the "Big Grimm" decided to swim.
- No!Grimm!!This is a bad idea!! - Yuu was pulling on his hind leg, the Cobra on his tail was also not particularly enthusiastic about this idea.
But there was no stopping him. This big guy climbed into the river, causing a frightened squeak from Ruggi and forced Leona to take up the magic stone.
But Grimm, sitting comfortably in the water, began to drink greedily. It was a hot day and he wanted to cool off.
- Come on, big guy!!Get out!! This is not a drinking bowl! - Yuu cursed softly, trying to make the Grimm move from his place. But it was useless.
Well..... that day, Ruggi caught a lot of fish as compensation. The fish was literally in hysterics and Raggi only had time to throw the nets.
He provided himself with food for at least two weeks.
Grimm can't get through the door in this state, so he usually lies down on the grass next to the building Onboro dorm. Yuu takes a blanket and lies down next to him so that he does not worry. And I didn't feel lonely.
First-year students are still a little afraid to approach such a Grimm at first. But if Yuu is lying next to him or scratching his itchy places to such an extent that he turns into a big lazy cat.
Then they love to sit next to each other.
Epel likes to climb on Grimm's head the most, feeling "big, strong and tall"
Vill can only sigh heavily and feel the approaching migraines, every time Epel smells of fire and he is covered in fur. But happy and contented.
#twst azul#twst reader#twst grim#twst yuu#twst mc#twst wonderland#twst disney#twst jade#twst floyd#twst epel#twst ruggie#twst leona
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Can I have some catboy!Percy content if you have the time and motivation for it? *tries the pleading kitten eyes* Ship of your choice! <3
Maybe... Just maybe, Percy should have thought before he talked back Aphrodite. Maybe he shouldn't have used words like "cruel" or "bitch".
Percy supposed he was quite lucky for being only punished by this, and not something worse, but when he had more appendages he could move than he had normally, being thankful for only receiving this was not easy.
Maybe next time he would think twice what he is about to say...
Nah.
Percy touched one of his new appendages, and felt a sharp pain in his new fluffy ear.
There was no other explanation: he was turned into a catboy.
A soft gasp broke the silence. Percy's head shot up to look at the person, and he faced with Nico's big, round eyes.
"You..." He whispered in awe, taking a step closer to Percy. He let out a light, disbelieving chuckle, hackling Percy's fur.
"I don't see what is so funny about my situation," the new catboy scowled, his tail rigid at annoyance.
"You- you look adorable," Nico said, adoring the two fluffy ears peaking out of Percy's mess of a hair, the fur on them as black as the hair surrounding them.
Percy hissed angrily.
"I'm not adorable! I'm... Ferocious! Or fearsome! Or anything, but adorable!" He glowered harder, but he had the sinking feeling in his stomach that it was probably more like a cute pout than one of his patented wolf stares.
It was almost as if Aphrodite...
Oh.
So the punishment wasn't exactly the fact that he was a catboy. No. The punishment was to exist as a catboy.
Knowing, that nobody would take him seriously when he looked like a soft kitten ready for his naptime.
He was not ready to show his worth to camp to make them take him seriously. Again.
To add insult to injury, he could see Nico trying to suppress his laughter, pressing his lips together, eyes shining with mirth. Okay, sure, if Nico would have kitten features, Percy would behave the same. The other demigod would look adorable, with soft ears surrounded by his lovely little curls.
But that was the thing! It was Percy who was turned into a catboy! Nico was not allowed to be amused by it!
He felt his ears pulling back, and the hiss coming from his mouth was definitely not human-like.
Shit.
"Can I..." Nico started, a hand hesitantly reaching out. "Can I touch your ears?" He asked.
Percy's first reaction was to shot down the idea immediately. "No!" He hoped Nico would back off, but his hand stayed, stretched out halfway between them.
"Please," Nico begged, stepping even closer. Up this close, Nico's eyes were beautiful. How did he not notice it before?
Percy felt weakening. Those eyes...
"'kay," he murmured with annoyance. Curse Aphrodite for- for everything! It's her fault! Everything was her fault!
Nico's eyes widened, shock that he was allowed to touch clear in them, but quickly, before Percy could change his mind, he carefully brought his hand up to his left ear, and scratched it gently. Percy couldn't bite back his immediate reaction, and purred.
He fucking purred.
The delight in Nico's eyes almost worth the embarrassment. Almost. What did worth the embarrassment was the soft scratches against the soft skin. It was- it was nothing he'd ever experienced before.
"More!" He demanded, and Nico didn't need to told twice, he continued scratching, now with both of his hands both of the velvety ears.
Percy could feel his face heating up, especially after his purring continued, but as long as he could enjoy Nico's magic hands against his ears, he was okay with it.
It was fucking fantastic!
"We should get more comfortable, if you want me to continue this," Nico noted. It took no time for Percy to find a comfortable seating option, where he sat down eagerly, waiting for the other.
The son of Hades let out a delighted laugh, but didn't make Percy wait, he followed the catboy, and put his hand back where they belonged.
Percy purred contently.
Maybe his situation wasn't that bad, after all.
#here you have a catboy!percy nicercy ficlet ;)#you can't imagine how many times i wrote carboy and had to correct it to catboy xD#percy jackson#nico di angelo#nicercy#percico#pjoverse#pjo#pjo ficlet#catboy!percy#phoe 💕
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characters- Catboy! Dabi x Female reader
W.C. - 2.2k of filth from top to bottom
Warnings- 18+ MDNI, switch themes, spit kink, fingering and oral (fem receiving) , lingerie and sex toys, Dabi wears a fluffy tail plug, breeding kink, Dabi calls reader mistress, reader calls Dabi kitty a few times, degradation, praise. um.. I think those are the major warnings. If i missed anything please let me know.
A/N- Thank you @touyas-peach for beta reading and the Dabi art credit goes to her as well. Here’s more. Okay this was honestly supposed to be a drabble but I couldn’t contain myself. Smut under the cut because well... porn without plot. Hope you enjoy! would love to hear your input.
This was his guilty pleasure, and of course, Dabi never admitted to liking it. But there was nothing to stop his cock twitching at the sight of you. You were seated right in front of him in your provocative blue pleated baby doll lingerie. The triangle-laced cups barely covering you up, perked up nipples peeking through the fabric; the empire waist with a satin bow that ties around your midriff, accentuating your beautiful stature. The expression on your face, the smirk you were sporting, and the way you sat there legs apart, sent chills down his body. You sat there thinking of all the ways you could put him in his place, especially since you got him like this.
You knew Dabi was never one to give in easily. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought he was only doing this out of spite. “Fucking brat,” you thought to yourself. But you also knew how much he loves you. If he didn’t there was no way in hell he would be right in front of you patiently waiting for you to make your move. You made your decisions to give in to what he wanted, but he would take it when you wanted him to take it.
You were only a foot away from him, and he was trying his best not to move without your instructions. Dabi wanted nothing more than to take you right then and there. But tonight, you were his mistress and he knew better than to act on impulse or give in to all his instincts. He was seated on his knees, a fluffy tail plug tickling his heels and the lubed-up metal filling his tight hole and with every move he made it shifted inside him, soft groans reverberated within him. He was wearing black cat ears and a collar with the words "nya for mistress.” He looked absolutely sinful and ready, but it annoyed him that you were making him wait this long without any sort of contact. He wasn’t going to give you the pleasure of knowing how bad he wanted to devour you and to be good for you. So he waited in anticipation.
You shifted on the tufted high back armchair, back pressed against the velvet cushion. “Well, aren’t you a good kitty? Tired of waiting, baby? C’mere and make me feel good, yeah?” You gestured spreading your legs even wider, showing your boyfriend the slight patch forming on your panties. Dabi only had to take one leap towards you and he settled himself between your legs, seated on his knees yet again. You weren’t happy with the way he was scowling, but you knew this was all an act. You knew him well enough to understand that he’s trying his hardest not to pounce on you. The thought makes you smile slyly as you bend forward, catching his chin between your fingers and ghosting your lips on his. “Make me cum and you might get a reward, wanna be good for me don’t you, kitty?” Dabi felt your breath hit his cupid's bow and he groaned, pushing himself further in an attempt to catch your lips with his. You quirked an eyebrow, tutting, and placed your index finger on his lips; leaning back against the cushion and spreading your legs leading him to your clothed cunt.
“You know what to do kitty” you hummed and Dabi cursed under his breath, watching you intently, watching your every move. He couldn’t deny how fucking sexy you looked like this. If you weren’t such a brat about it, maybe he would have allowed you to do this more frequently. Since he has you like this, it’s not like he didn’t enjoy this. To be honest, he really needed this. He was going to comply because he wanted to, not because you wanted him to.
Your boyfriend had his long fingers pressing into the plush of your thighs as he savored your scent, before moving your panties to the side. A low growl emanating from him as starts lapping at your slick folds, “fuck, mistress, you taste amazing.” and before you could even reply, he spread your lips apart, delving his tongue inside you. You could only throw your head back in absolute pleasure as he swirled his skilled tongue inside your walls, his fingers dancing on your puffy clit. Dabi was addicted. That was the only explanation as to why he was so willing to do this shit for you. He was reluctant when it came to the plug, but there was no denying how good it felt inside of him.
You were squirming now, pushing his head further between your thighs and grinding on his face. Your honey-like smell intoxicates him. “H-hah fuck baby, make me cum… make your mistress f-fucking cum!” Dabi was relentless in his assault on your pussy. He wanted more. He wanted to make you feel good. Every single time he shifted towards your cunt the plug stimulated him, making his cock-head throb with need. He pushed two of his fingers inside you, pumping them in and out. His lips wrapped around your clit, suckling before he let go with a pop sound, just to look up at the sinful image of you writhing and bucking your hips. “Cum for me mistress, want you to cum inside my mouth.” His beautiful turquoise eyes looking up at you, the cat ears that settled on his head edging you on even more. You arch your back, moaning his name out loud as your orgasm comes crashing through, one hand gripping onto the velvet armrest and the other in his soft hair. You roll your hips, riding out your high, panting and trying to catch your breath. The man on his knees for you pulls back to lick the remaining slick that coats his lips. He chuckles, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, running his tongue on the slick covered skin and cleaning it up exactly how a cat would do.
He stands up slowly, palms on each armrest, caging you between his arms. Predatory eyes look into yours. The mind-blowing orgasm you just had, took most of your stamina away, making you unable to react to him when he wraps his slender fingers around your neck. Squeezing lightly, he smirks. “You had your fun mistress, time for you to make it up to me for having me dress up in this ridiculous get-up. You did say I get my reward, right doll?”
Your hand reaches for him, fingers wrapped around his wrist as his grip tightens around your neck. Dabi bends forward, kissing you with more hunger, with teeth clashing and his tongue swirling inside your mouth. You moan into his mouth, your fingers traveling from his wrist to his shoulders, then to the back of his neck to pull him closer to you. He draws away from you and breaks the kiss. His fingers still wrap around your neck, and he chuckles, looking at your dazed face. The kiss, leaving you weak and needy for him, you breathlessly pant threading your fingers through his raven locks.
“Look at you doll, I only kissed you and you look like you’re already fucked up, ” he smirks reaching up to grab the cat ears from his head, removing it and placing it on your head instead. “This looks so much better on you.” he bends over again to run his tongue along your soft lips. He doesn’t give you any time to react or respond. He pulls back for a quick second before grabbing your thighs and pushing them up until they’re pressed against your tits.
Dabi licks his lips at the sight of his baby girl all spread open and breathless. His for the taking. There’s nothing you could do now. The decision you made earlier to hold off and finally put him in his place has long since escaped your hazy mind. “Aww, mistress looks so fucking good all slutty and spread out like this.” He hovers over you and drops a fat glob of spit right on your clit, watching it dribble down your slick-coated cunt. A shiver ran through your body when you felt Dabi’s cockhead slap against your puffy clit. You squirm, trying your hardest to move, but he’s got you pinned in place. He ruts against you, his weeping tip brushing up against your wet slit.
“You’re dripping for me doll, not even moments ago you had me on my knees. Look at you now baby, you want this?” He says, his shaft grazing against your sticky heat. All you can do is nod your head and look at him with pleading eyes. “C’mon slut, that’s not getting you anywhere. Use your words. You had no issue demanding shit earlier, heh. Tell me you want my cock baby.” He presses his body weight against you, his face inches away from yours. “P-please, want your cock so bad, want y-you to fuck me.” You take long, harsh breaths, finding it difficult to speak. Dabi closes the distance, kissing you once again; your calves pressed up against his pectorals and feet hanging off his shoulders. In one swift motion, he enters your wet cunt with a guttural moan. You gasp at the intrusion and your eyes widen in amazement at how easy it was for him to enter you. He sets a slow pace at first, enjoying the way your walls wrap around his thick cock. He needs to take a moment for himself so he doesn’t get lost in the feeling of your perfect cunt clamping down on his throbbing length, “Fuck baby, you’re squeezing so tight. If you don’t fucking relax I won’t be able to hold out. Look at you so fucking desperate for me. Yeah? This is what you wanted all along, wasn’t it. F-fucking slutty, if you ask me, baby girl”
Your fingers grip on to his hair tighter as he increases his speed, pulling you down so your head rests on the seat of the chair. His pace was now relentless and with each snap of his hips, he could feel the plug stimulate him, making his cock throb even more. Your boyfriend’s heavy balls slapping against your ass and the faux fur of the tail tickling your skin as he ruts into you. “Yeah f-fucking take it mistress “ he sputters, struggling to keep his composure. The wet squelch of your pussy and the plug penetrating him brings him so close to the edge of his orgasm. Dabi doesn’t let up, and he’s going to make you a stuttering dumb mess on his cock before he cums inside you. The thought of filling you up till you can’t walk anymore only spurs him on even more.
You’re not doing any better. There’s not a coherent thought, other than your man’s cock, that occupies your mind. Your arms flail and grip each armrest, your head hitting the soft velvet cushion of the chair. Dabi has you pinned and spread open, splitting your poor little pussy with his girthy cock. “P-please please please Dabi!” you chant over and over again, begging to cum, begging for him to fill you up.
“Wanna cum, huh? Want me to fill this tight fucking pussy of yours, too, baby?” he palms one of your breasts, tightening his hold on your soft skin. “That’s right slut, you’re gonna take my cum and let me fill you till you’re dripping, aren’t you?” streaks of sweat fall from the sides of his face as he pounds into you. His hand travels down to your cunt to circle your clit with skilled fingers. Your screams are swallowed by his mouth when he comes back down to catch your lips in a heated kiss. You squirm underneath him, feeling the familiar tightness in your stomach. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when your orgasm comes crashing through, abruptly pulling away from the kiss as a loud moan erupts from your lips. Dabi can’t hold back anymore, your orgasm leads him to spurt thick, white-hot ropes inside your pussy, filling you up. He pulls away gently, heaving and trying to catch his breath before he releases his hold on your legs and allowing them to collapse. You both look at each other, panting, and dabi smiles mischievously before kissing all over your body from your thighs to your stomach, tits, and face. “You’re so perfect, baby, it made me feel so good. Are you okay doll?” he can’t help but smirk at the expression on your face.
He knew exactly what you were thinking, and knew this wasn’t the outcome you had planned. But seeing you return his expression made him bend towards you to kiss you again. This time, more loving and affectionate than before. You mewled against his mouth and pulled away. “You know, this look suits you, plus I didn’t hear any complaints with you being all plugged up and looking pretty.” You bit your bottom lip, to which he chuckled, pulling you into his embrace.
“Maybe we should get a matching set, doll”
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