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nite-puff · 8 months

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fuck it! gay robots!

ishimondo wall-e au! it came to me in a dream.

mondo (… M.O.N.D-0???) is the last robot standing cleaning up earth when he gets a surprise visit from a rocket ship. on that ship is taka (… T.A.K.A???) who has been sent to find any proof that earth can support life once again. the two meet and shenanigans ensue. maybe they fall in love???

anyways, more rambling from me about these two under the cut.

okay! so my main thing with mondo and his behavior is that it’s all based on him being the last being on earth, so he really doesn’t have anyone around him (other than his pet cockroach, chuck!) and therefore doesn’t feel the need to act a certain way to impress anyone. so this is version of mondo is if he didn’t have a whole bunch of self-image issues and just was his funki and cringe self. he literally is cringe and free.

after years having to clean up earth, he’s grown an affinity for the little things to pass the time. like collecting little knick-knacks he finds on the job to bring back home or making figures out of the cubes of trash he makes. he’s a little artist and collector.

taka on the other hand is at first rigid and is set out to complete his directive because it’s what he was made to do. he has a whole population back on the axium counting on him to find any traces of life on earth (or so he thinks). he does occasionally display some signs of humanity and happiness. he feels warmth in the little things as well, like a cockroach or bubble wrap or a lighter. he’s enthralled and wants to know more about this strange place but can’t because he has a job to do. maybe the strange little robot guy he meets doesn’t throw him off his course.

design stuff! i know i made mondo look less… anthro ig??? in his design than taka, but i wanted to make up for it by “personalizing” him a bit. he’s doodled all over himself and he thinks his trousers make him look nice. maybe he thinks the doodles look badass because they’re like tattoos. i also did that to contrast more with taka, who looks spotless. i was considering giving him legs, but remembered that of course he would have wheels. biker, and alla that. he was born to roll around. and i don’t think it’s noticeable, but i tried to make his arms and hands bigger than wall-e’s because he’s a little stronger. in this au, mondo doesn’t do the trash compacting his his little cube body, but with his hands (to keep with the idea that mondo likes to work and creat stuff with his hands). so he needs to have bigger and more efficient tools. also, i changed his wheels to be diamond shaped.

taka meanwhile was super easy to design. he and eve have sorta similar design qualities, like a majority white color palette and very simple shapes with not a lot of detail going on. very easy to mix the two. the idea of his design is what spurred me into thinking about this au. the one thing i’ll point out is that i made eve’s little dots that pop up when she scans things vertical so that it can sort of resemble taka’s medal. idk i thought it was neat.

(also, if im being completely honest with myself, if taka was actually any wall-e character, he would be MO. just an angry gremlin that musters up the courage to stray off his path because he is so determined to clean up wall-e’s mess. and then they become friends at the end. he just gives off taka energy.)

anyways, that’s it for right now. im pretty satisfied with taka’s design, but im considering changing some things on mondo’s. mainly the color palette.

am i gonna turn this into a full-fledged story??probably not, but maybe i’ll add more onto it in the near future. like assigning other characters.

wall-e’s a cute movie. gotta put the blorbos in it.

#i actually have no idea what their names would stand for #rewatched wall-e for this post. forgot how sweet it is. :)#danganronpa #mondo owada #kiyotaka ishimaru #ishimondo #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa fanart #danganronpa au #doodlepuff #ramblepuff

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eldritch-spouse · 1 month

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Any Dusknoir related thoughts?

Fucking love em my favorite Pokémon

[Eyyy, they're probably my favorite too right now.]

I mean, if you've seen my Twitter then you know I have some "thoughts" on Dusknoir, lmao. A somewhat more anthro Dusknoir, but still.

And they're not related to Mystery Dungeon, because I don't think I've ever played those games for more than two seconds before getting bored.

I just really enjoy the thought of a dusknoir getting the hots for you and sort of demanding to become a part of your life.

Let me ramble, I guess...

Maybe you're swallowed into that huge hot mouth and you think it's the end, you're pretty sure he's going to eat your soul and spit your corpse out like a piece of food stuck between someone's teeth- But no, he just had to put you in his mouth because the cuteness aggression he was struck with at the sight of you was irresistible!

You're spat out gross and definitely half-molested by a lewd and very interested tongue, but you still have your soul.

And he's just staring at you, beside himself with infatuation...

Everyone else looks at this dusknoir and they see the most stone-faced, intimidating pokemon out there, but that's not at all what you specifically are greeted with.

Your entire team can see the way he changes like a light switch, and they try to warn you in their own ways that you're in danger, but all their attempts are thwarted when a certain ghost type keeps looming around, shooting them pointed stares that gaze straight to the soul.

One day you might just find one of them lying soulless on the ground, misery and agony etched on their face.

Dusknoir thinks he's being very patient with you, not insisting when you push him away, when you hold his tongue at bay, tell him to tone down the affection in public, weasel away as soon as he gently tries to corall you into your bedroom -Because that's where humans do their mating, right?- But even he has his limits.

Trying to plant suggestions in your mind isn't enough, being the most powerful pokemon at your disposal isn't enough, getting rid of the useless teammates that try to meddle isn't enough-

What is he supposed to do when you keep rejecting him?

The second time he stuffs you into his mouth, he knows exactly what he' doing, it very much wasn't an impulse, it was pre-mediated and guilty. But he couldn't take it anymore and the opportunity reared its ugly head at just the right moment.

He's making the most out of it.

Licking you from top to bottom, weaseling his tongue absolutely everywhere, tasting the sweat on your skin, the tears running down your face, your saliva, the peaks of your tits and the slick of your cunt. It'd be easier to list the spots he isn't running his tongue over...

All the while, one big hand holds his mouth securely closed, the other coils around his cock and pumps hard enough to make him see stars.

He doesn't think about how you'll react or how wrong what he's doing is. Dusknoir only thinks about how heavenly you feel inside him and focuses on what'll probably be the most intense orgasm of his life.

#pinnie's art #this is basically just me being improv unhinged

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mlmvoreconfessionals · 4 months

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How about some incineroar jock vore prompts?

He's a good jock. Anyway, here's another niche idea I really like--anthro P.okemon. That's what I'm using this for.

The crowd was cheering wildly seeing the two P.okemon brawling. In the wrestling ring, an I.ncineroar and H.awlucha are trying to knock the other down. The two wrestlers are naturally large, although the I.ncineroar is just a bit taller than the H.awlucha. His leotard and mask are black with fire decals, while the H.awlucha’s made him look like a shiny. They’re grappled together, both growling and struggling as they try to overpower one another. The I.ncineroar brings his knee up into the bird’s gut, making his opponent gasp and falter. That gives him the advantage to throw him back. The H.awlucha stumbles into the ropes, and I.ncineroar does the same across from him. The H.awlucha bounces off the ropes, and the I.ncineroar launches himself off of them. They collide together, I.ncineroar’s jaws wide. The H.awlucha doesn’t even get a chance to scream as he’s suddenly engulfed. The two of them slam into the ground, the bird up to his chest in I.ncineroar’s maw. Thick gulps start sucking him deeper as he kicks and struggles. The H.awlucha is dragged across the floor of the ring, legs kicking around wildly, until they’re finally being slurped up as well. THe I.ncineroar gets back to his feet, sending a pair of twitching feet down the hatch with a final gulp. The referee calls the ‘pin’ and raises the I.ncineroar’s arm. The cat lets out a massive belch, feathers fluttering from his maw, and the crowd cheers with some mixed booing in. In the cat’s gut, the H.awlucha is thrashing around, crying out for someone to let him out. He thought this was going too far for just being part of the show. The walls clench over him, abs trying to crush him down as the I.ncineroar flexes and shows off for the crowd. He even gives a fan a good, meaty belch to the face, snickering to himself when they stumble back. Then he waddles off to the locker room, patting his belly. The H.awlucha is starting to slow down inside. I.ncineroar sits down, rubbing over his gut, clenching it again. Something solid comes up, and with some hacking sounds, the H.awlucha’s mask hits the floor with a splat. I.ncineroar grins and picks it up. Another perfect addition to his collection.

I.ncineroar grumbles to himself as he watches some of the other P.okemon at the gym. The place is, naturally, mostly overrun by Fighting types. A lot of them are too far up their own ass for his tastes--they think they’re more deserving of the gym than him, just because he’s not a Fighting type, too! He’s been going here for over a month and he’s still got regulars making comments to him and trying to scare him off. But he’s not planning to go anywhere. In fact...he’s had enough of them. So he’s going to get one over on them. He can see a small group of them coming his way, clearly planning to do something to him. I.ncineroar was working on some reps with his dumbbells, but he sets them down and gets up. He’s got a bulky P.angoro looming over him, with a B.laziken and I.nfernape on either side of him, like lackeys. They try to start their usual shit with him, but he doesn’t give them the chance. He grapples onto the P.angoro and pulls him down, using a wrestling move he had learned. It works, at least until the two go toppling down. I.ncineroar feels a weird pressure in his chest when it happens, and trying to push himself up, he finds the P.angoro stuck neck deep in his pecs. The bear tries to pry them open, and he flexes them on instinct, dragging the bear in deeper. His two lackies finally realize something is wrong and move in to try and pull the P.angoro out. I.ncineroar reacts quickly, grabbing onto the B.laziken and I.nfernape by the back of their necks. He pulls them into a headlock, following a strange instinct he feels. And sure enough…the two P.okemon get their faces shoved into his pits, and that same sense of fullness that’s in his chest spreads there, as both of their heads get wedged into the cat’s pits. His body completely takes over from there, arms and chest flexing and squeezing over his prey. They get dragged into the cat’s muscles steadily, voices muffled as they’re crammed inside. I.ncineroar’s muscles stretch out around them, detailed life’s showing themselves on his mass. Their bodies steadily disappear, until finally, the P.angoro’s feet are pulled between his pecs with a final flex. Two pairs of kicking legs are slurped up into his pits with a few more flexes, disappearing behind musky hairy. The I.ncineroar grins wide, looking down at himself. His arms are bulging out heavily, screaming faces imprinted on them. His pecs are also heavily ballooned, bouncing around as the P.angoro inside roars and thrashed around. Satisfied, I.ncineroar sits down to get back to his workout. His muscles work over their meals, grinding and crushing over them. When the wet cracks start to come out of his body, he growls happily and makes his workout slower and more deliberate. Just so he can feel them break. He’s at it all day, his arms and chest slowly shrinking down as he pulverized the Fighting types. He only stops when he can’t feel anything solid inside himself anymore, hours later. He checks himself out in the mirror—he’s grown taller, his body drenched in sweat, his muscles now bigger and more defined. He flexes them and grins wide. He’s found a good use for Fighting types. He’s suddenly not so bothered by having them overrunning the gym. If they’ll make him look like this, after all…

The P.ikachu yelps softly as he’s slammed into the locker, the big I.ncineroar looming over him. The jock has a cocky grin, an arm next to the P.ikachu as he leans in. “So, ya got my homework done or not?” The P.ikachu looks up at the cat nervously from behind his glasses, shrinking in on himself. Getting pushed around by the best wrestler in school seems too cliche but he’s never been able to fight back. The P.ikachu tries to stammer out an excuse, having spent too long last night getting his own work done to focus on someone else’s. He shuts up quickly when the I.ncineroar’s stomach lets out a low growl in front of him. “Didn’t get it done, huh? Too bad…well, if you’re not useful as a brainiac, you can be useful as lunch!” The I.ncineroar grabs the P.ikachu by the front of his shirt and lifts him up. The nerd tries to scream, but his head is swiftly engulfed. Thick gulps start to suck him down, his legs flailing around and kicking the lockers. It makes a bit of noise so the I.ncineroar works fast, throwing his head back and slurping the P.ikachu down. His abs bloats out with a slosh, dropping the squeaking nerd inside. His gut hangs free from his shirt, sloshing back and forth as the P.ikachu kicks around inside. A wet belch rumbles out of the I.ncineroar, a pair of glasses clattering to the floor. “Heh, yeah, you’re good lunch,” he sneers, patting his gut. “Guess I’ll see if some of your nerd buddies can take your place. If not, they can always join you…” He chuckles darkly as he slurps over his lips, walking off to torture a few more brainiacs.

#v.ore #gay vore #male vore #m/m vore #mlm vore #vore prompts #male vore prompts #oral vore #pec vore #pit vore #weight gain #digestion #fatal vore #pokemonvore #incineroarvore #ask

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gabessquishytum · 5 months

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So there's this piece of art on Pillowfort that's human cow Hob and its been living in my head rent free since I saw it and I have thots.

So I would like to propose semi anthro au warprize Dreamling. Dream is the King of Cats whose kingdom was challenged. Bovine soldiers are not hugely uncommon, but they usually tend to be huge bulls that are just huge and solid enough to plow through anything. The pretty soldier with brown patches looks more like an adorable dairy cow in Dream's eyes and after the fighting is over, he selects Hob as his personal prize. After all, a cat of Dream's status always needs a source of fresh cream. And he is so looking forward to wrapping himself around his pretty new milk cow and teasing him with light brushes of his tail and listening to him scream so pretty while Hob bounces on Dream's barbed cock.

Anon you got me SHAKING with this one…….. I don’t need another wip but the temptation to make this into an absolutely debauched fic is sooooo strong.

Hob wasn’t even supposed to go into the army - but he needed money, and as he’s fairly strong and robust he was allowed to serve. His fellow soldiers always made fun of him, though. Partly because he was so obviously not cut out for being a soldier, but also because he couldn’t even produce any milk at that time. The army diet was too bad, the conditions were bad… so when Dream sees him, he knows that he’s got to take this adorable creature in and help him to serve his true purpose.

Hob is moved in to a pretty little room next to the king’s. He has attendants who care for his needs, he’s put on a good, rich diet and the king comes to visit every day. He talks to Hob about their shared interests, and he’s always touching him with delicate white hands (and those terrifyingly sharp claws). Hob develops quite a crush on the feline king.

Luckily, as soon as Hob starts producing milk, his relationship with Dream gets ever more intimate. The king wants to taste his milk each morning, so Hob is sent into the bedroom and allowed to climb right into bed with him. Dream is always full of praise for how delicious the milk is, how Hob is doing such a good job at producing more each day. For his good work, the king starts rewarding Hob with kisses and sweet touches. And soon that escalates…

Hob accompanies Dream almost everywhere in the palace as a symbol of the king’s wealth and power. He can stop any time to drink from his own personal milk cow, as is befitting of a king. Hob is also just very pretty, and everyone takes pleasure in looking at his soft brown eyes, fluttering eyelashes… and of course the teets which provide delicious milk for the king. It’s not uncommon to see the king of the cats with his prize squirming in his lap, Hob’s legs spread wide as he desperately tries to take Dream’s cock deeper. He’s learned to be so good when the king fucks him full of cum. Apparently it makes his milk even sweeter…

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw hybrids #catboy

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the-burd-lord · 3 months

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Valentino took so long to redesign!!

Tried to go for a more anthro-moth look based loosely on the Crimson Speckled Bella Moth (Utetheisa pulchella). Choose this moth specifically due to the white, black and pink colors to call to Angel’s palette. But also darkening them to contrast him too.

These moths also feast on forget-me-not flowers which make them super poisonous to eat. Which fit in nicely with his toxic personality.

Went with a more “macho” 70’s look to compliment Vox, who also has that same brand. Along with the outfit that he reveals when he opens up his wings.

I actually prefer that design over the one mostly shown in the show. It’s more visually interesting and gives better insight into his character.

Tried to find a nice balance between imposing and spindly, mainly by giving him more muscle. It was really difficult to try and make the body shape recognizable, and make poses. I kept going for more creature in the end.

Although it’s not as expressed, he has four fingers on his main two hands. His other two arms are shorter and have three fingers. And his feet/claws are supposed to look like heels.

If you’re wondering where his wings are, he lost them in a gang war that led him to gain overlord status. I’ve been working on this through-line for overlords wherein they loose something in order to gain that status. Valentino lost his wings, Velvette lost her eye and sweetness, Vox becomes more of a literal object etc.

It’s not a requirement for overlords, but it does happen one way or another, and it doesn’t always have to affect their body.

On that note of Vox, they are not in any romantic relationship. Even though he has a better rapport with Vox it still doesn’t change the fact that he sees him as an object, like he does with everyone else. Even more so that Vox is a literal object. Val is affectionate for him, but in the same way one is probably affectionate for a toaster or phone.

Vox feels no attraction towards him, but feels as if he has to stay anyway. Mainly through Val gaslighting him out of arguments, and feeling like he owes him for pulling him out of the gutter and taking a chance on him.

Writing it so that eventually he kills off Valentino after reuniting and making up with Alastor, with it finally hitting him that he doesn’t need Valentino anymore and that he’s better off without him. Especially since he has a huge mega corporation.

There’s a lot more I could go into, but I might save that for questions and future posts.

Random thing: Old drawing with outdated designs and a joke that doesn’t make sense, but wanted to use anyway. I haven’t stopped thinking about the clip cause it fits for so many characters. Namely a certain vampiress from a place where the residents are evil.

From Abbott and Costello Meets the Mummy by the way. Still one of my favorite movies that you can watch for free on Internet Archives! I cannot express why it is still my favorite but then again it’s put up there with Videodrome, 2001: A Space Odyssey, the FNAF Movie so who am I to say.

I don’t know where I was trying to take that sentence.

#hazbin valentino #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin rewrite #hazbin redesign #digital sketch #sketch dump #character redesign #character rewrite #sketch

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bonefall · 1 year

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BB!Acorn Fur -> Acorn Swoop

[ID: The Better Bones version of Acorn Fur, now called Acorn Swoop. She is a sleek, chestnut-brown cat with smooth, round accents, scotty-dog whiskers, and amber eyes. She's running and giving the camera a salute.]

One of Thunder Storm's greatest allies, a loyal childhood friend with a penchant for always showing up in the nick of time!

When Clear Sky rejected his son Thunder Storm, infuriated by his missing hind leg and the gall of the ancestors to try and challenge him, Tall Shadow broke off her supporters in protest to this continued cruelty. Hawk Swoop and Jackdaw Cry were with them, giving birth to their children in Shadow's Clan.

Acorn Swoop, Lightning Cry, and Thunder Storm grew up together. A little trio of terrors, always getting underfoot. Even though Thunder Storm's path eventually drove him to investigate SkyClan to learn from Clear Sky, he always knew they would welcome him back when he came home.

Acorn Swoop was there, watching in horror, when Turtle Heart died in the attempt to retrieve her kittens from Tom. It only became worse, when she returned home with the children, to find that Tall Shadow had decided Bumble was no longer welcome without her mate to hunt for her.

But even Bright Storm, closest friend of the deceased Gray Wing the Wise, was accepting the ruling. She felt her rage drain away, replaced by self doubt. Was this right? It was true that Bumble couldn't hunt or care for herself...

Thunder Storm returned shortly after, having seen the truth about Clear Sky, shocked into fury. When Bright Storm tried to explain everything to him, she was cut off. "I didn't think I'd come home to find another Clear Sky!"

Acorn Swoop couldn't believe she'd ever believed such a thing! That moment was the birth of ThunderClan, breaking away from ShadowClan to charge into the woods, their mission; find Bumble. Some say it was a stroke of great luck that they found her just as Clear Sky did, intercepting his thrashing. Acorn would gleefully counter with, "A swoop always arrives in the nick of time!"

After her death, she is hailed as a Patron of Prra, an untranslatable Clanmew concept roughly meaning "promptness" or "good timing." She's invoked for hunting, humor, and for things to begin and end when they should.

Alignment: Proto-ThunderClan

Family: Swoop & Cry

Time Period: Dawn Era

Relations: Hawk Swoop & Jackdaw Cry (parents), Lightning Cry (brother), Red Claw (mate), Shell Claw & Sleek Swoop (children) Lightning Storm & Feather Cry (nespring)

More changes below the cut!

BB!DOTC has a brand new naming system! Ancient Tribe cats have a last name system, arbitrarily inherited from the mother or father.

So Swoop and Cry both have their parent's last names! Hopefully this will help everyone not forget they're siblings. I did consider calling her Acorn Cry, but I think the Swoop Family is a really cute one.

Unlike canon, Bright Storm is one cat, and she is a major part of the story. Thunder Storm considers Shaded Flower his adopted father.

Gray Wing the Wise was the first cat to die during the Sun Trail.

Acorn and Lightning are not Thunder's adopted siblings in any way.

Thunder and Lightning become mates by the end of DOTC, making Acorn his sis-in-law.

In-canon she's described as being short and stocky and kinda cutesy. That doesn't quite fit what I mean to do with her, so Acorn Swoop is gangly and leggy.

In a more anthro universe I feel like she would be a great mailman, somehow

Because Moth Flight's Vision is now Moth Flight's Vow, and a completely different story with a new reasoning behind the Cleric's Vow, Acorn Swoop does not have the canon conflict with StarClan trying to shame her choosing medicine or marriage.

And, because I refuse to magically conjure up characters to be convenient mates for the main characters, Thunder's canon litter has been split in 2.

Shell Claw and Sleek Swoop (prev. Sleek Fur) belong to Acorn Swoop and Red Claw. Lightning Storm and Feather Cry are born to Lightning Cry and Thunderstar.

But, I'm not sure yet if this is before or after Thunderstar's Justice. I do know, however, that Lightning Cry doesn't live to see his children.

Acorn Swoop is very close to them all as a result, plus her children being the same age as her nespring. She's always been there for Thunderstar in the past, and that's not about to stop any time soon.

You may eventually notice some similarities between her and Sharpclaw when we get there. That's intentional! She is one of his distant ancestors!

By extension, she is the ancestor of Hawkwing, Violetshine, Twigbranch, Rootspring, and Needleclaw.

She also has some descendants in most Clans just by virtue of exponential ancestry, but it's uncanny for the Sharpkin.

In terms of personality, she's cheerful and daring. Acorn takes pride in herself and her family, but can still doubt herself at times. She's a fantastic hunter, and catches well above her share of food to provide for the Clan. Thunderstar is beyond grateful to have her on his side.

In the Modern Era, many of the cats of BB!DOTC have long since been venerated. By now, Acorn Swoop has become an ancient and powerful Patron of Promptness. We might consider her a sort of god of 'chance,' but to Clan cats, "Prra" is a virtue that's hard to translate.

It's perfect timing. It's prey who only looks up when it's already too late. It's a friend of another Clan whose patrol happens to sync up to yours. It's primroses that poke through the melting frost just as you believe winter will never end.

She's invoked when you're stuck anticipating, or when you have to time something just right. It's perfect moments and comedic timing, things that can't just be replicated on a whim.

#BB!Acorn Fur #Acorn Swoop #BB!DOTC #better bones au #character summary

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semisolidmind · 1 year

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I have totally fallen in love with Fuwa Fuwa Panic and have decided to join in on making my own human and mascot couple for this world. Forgive me if this gets a bit long. 😅

The human is Ai Yukimura, a young woman a year or two older than Emi. A professional ice skater in Tokyo who was caught in a professional slump, trying to figure out what to do next after a string of low rankings hit her and her confidence hard. But, when the mascots came, that quickly became her last priority. Being chased by a group of low level mascots, she locked herself in the one place she always felt safe: the local ice skating rink. She heads further into the building trying to stay as far from the doors as possible just in case when the sound of skates sliding and hitting the ice catches her ears. It's only when reaching the innermost part of the rink and seeing a giant anthro unicorn landing a double axel only to stop when he catches sight of her that she realize she's in trouble...

Shigeru is the unicorn mascot designed for the rink. A fairlt flamboyant princely kind of character meant to appeal to young girls in particular and put into the mascot program by the rinks owners under the impression that it would simply be a way to draw drum up more business with the novelty of a living mascot. What happened instead was that the owners were jumped by some feral mascots and Shigeru took the opportunity to make the rink his palace. He wasn't expecting anyone, let alone a human, to enter the place with all the chaos outside. While disappointed since he's quite the extrovert, he also took it as an opportunity to test his skills. That was all he felt his life would be until he saw he had an unexpected audience.

Ai is terrified the moment she sees him. Shigeru is immediately in love when he sees her.

He calls her his "ojo-sama", his princess, and assures her that he will never harm her. He's very touchy feely, hugging her and holding or kissing her hands while showering her with compliments about her beauty or how she skates. He actually leaves his palace to get his princess everything she could ever need or want, putting in the work to make the ice rink into a true palace the two of them can call home. And all while Ai's trying not to have a nervous breakdown or set him off in a way that spells the end for her.

She doesn't trust him or the things he says, but she forces herself to bare with it. She knows that he's a far lesser evil than what she had experienced before taking refuge in the rink. She thinks he doesn't know, but he does. And it just makes him double down on making sure Ai knows how safe and loved she is with him.

It's a very delicate dance. Ai being scared of Shigeru, but knowing that he's her best bet to stay alive while this lovesick unicorn tries the best he can to show his princess that he'll never hurt her and only wants to love, care for, and skate with her forever.

What makes this even harder for Shigeru to get through to Ai is when the odd mascot or human somehow manages to enter their home. Usually, Shigeru is able to turn on his natural charm and dissuade them from sticking around. Despite how much he obviously doesn't want to share Ai or her attention, his extroversion makes him very amicable and usually their guests leave without any blood needing to be spilled. But, if a mascot or human proves to be dangerous to either his beloved ojo-sama's life or their relationship, well...

Shigeru may be a fool in love that isn't as bulky or physically intimidating as his fellow apex mascots. But, he's agile with a ton of lower body strength and weapons literally at his feet he won' hesitate to use. Even if it just makes her fear him more, the prince will do anything to protect his princess and their beautiful little kingdom of ice.

i liked the idea of a yandere plushie unicorn prince, oddly enough

#click for quality cause mobile is stupid #semisolid ocs #fuwa fuwa pandemic

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otterronpas · 2 months

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Some more Kinito doodles because I can’t be stopped.

I tried making a gijinka/anthro form for him, this is a rough sketch but I might fix him up a little more later.

#folks be prepared for a lot of kinito posting #I got attached to this tiny little guy and now I‘m making it everyone’s problem #otter’s art #kinito #kinitopet #kinito fanart #kinito the axolotl #kinitopet fanart #kinito my beloved

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Since we're on the topic of Fluffy AU, could we have a concept for Fluffy AU with Shattered Monty? Technically any one of the shattered glamrocks would be horrifying in fluffy au format, but I feel like Shattered Monty would be a particularly gruesome sight considering his whole lower body got snapped off.

Mangle is still horrifying but this... oof- For those who are new, Hi, welcome to the AU I made that traumatizes people.

This is gonna be an odd reference but... this felt like if Monty was a Leaper from Dead Space-

Yandere! Shattered! Monty (Fluffy AU) Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Jealous behavior, Murder, Graphic descriptions of gore, Blood, Unneeded visuals, Trauma, Zombies, Biting, Vomit, Stalking, Possessive behavior mention.

First you'd have to meet Monty before the whole... incident.

I am pretty vague on what exactly is the background of the Fluffy AU, so it's up to you why you meet an anthro gator rockstar.

It's implied someone tried to play God, however.

In the Fluffy AU, Monty acts the same as his normal form.

It's just he's more organic.

His skin is just like that of a gator's, leathery to the touch.

Instead of the clothes he wears being plastic parts, they're actual clothes.

He also has sharp claws and teeth with a long tail.

He's a genuine creature in this AU like all the other animal characters.

Monty is still possessive and prone to nipping, unfortunately.

He can also talk as usual.

He likes to growl and is actually really good at stealth.

He also finally can swim like an actual animal.

There's a number of ways Monty could become "shattered".

Maybe you're too scared of his possessive behavior towards you?

Monty comes off way too strong with his attraction towards you, possibly?

He does have a tendency to be easily jealous, attention seeking, and may hurt you.

He gets a bit out of hand with the sharp claws and teeth he has.

He could be so into his obsession he doesn't realize he's scaring you, or he likes it.

So you plan to kill the gator, splitting him right in half.

Then there's if a freak accident happened.

Either way, somehow, Monty is declared dead.

There's no fixing him in half no matter how hard you try-

Monty is then properly disposed of.

Oof... if you saw that?

You're holding back vomit at all the gushing blood.

Those once obsessive eyes of his dull almost instantly.

Not before you saw the betrayal in them, sadly.

You try to recover from what you saw.

But even as the blood and guts are cleared up off the floor, you still replay the image in your head.

So much for eating... you feel so sick.

Not as much as you do when night hits, however.

Days pass and you are still trying to recover from Monty's death.

It's then you hear something shifting around.

It's clawing into the floor, a wet sound following the noises.

Growls echo near you....

You just about become sick again when you see what is making the sounds.

Monty... what's left of him, at least.

He looks rotten, bits missing and still very much covered in blood.

Oh the smell...

"Am I... just garbage to you?"

You stare blankly at the undead creature in front of you.

Vomit stains your clothes as you keep your distance.

"(Y/N)..."

He crawls closer, you see bone showing.

You back away more....

"DON'T RUN... AWAY FROM... ME!"

The beast roars at you, throat gurgling in a sickening sound.

The worst part is Monty's fast even with half his body... he also likes vents.

Monty would be much more animalistic in this form.

Consumed with feelings of betrayal, he's feral and will attack anyone not you.

With you? ... he just wants you back to him.

With his rotten body he wants to hold you.

Even if it's just holding your legs, he wants to still be yours.

If he corners you, he pounces you to the ground.

Then you're left with him laying on top of you, momentarily at peace.

Except you're screaming due to the feeling of guts on you.

Monty would attempt to continue his previous behavior.

Except it's broken, like him.

He can't figure out affection anymore... or be possessive of you.

Although he still tries.

He still bites and has claws.

If he sees anyone with you, he's bursting out the vent he was stalking you from and digging in his teeth.

He still seems to get jealous.

He wants affection from you... yet you aren't willing to give it.

For obvious reasons....

Now Monty is even more of a monster than before, all because of one foul incident.

Sadly... Monty has risen again to give you more nightmares than he did before.

Despite him claiming to love you... he's still very much a rotten corpse.

Looks like you'll have to find a new way to kill him...

Hopefully he stays dead this time.

"Don't leave me... (Y/N)!"

#yandere fnaf fluffy au #yandere fnaf #yandere five nights at freddys #yandere fnaf security breach #yandere monty gator #yandere montgomery gator

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bunnzi-bunny2 · 5 months

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Sound asleep [part 1]

Bunny!Izuku x Reader

Categories: sfw, fluff, heartwarming, slight angst, gender-neutral reader pov (so no gender conforming terms)

Contents: spooning, kissing, sleeptalking, cuddling, nesting, heat cycle

Warnings: this version of bunny!izuku is what I will call Anthro. His body shape and all that is human, but he also looks like a rabbit. Think of it like beastars! Also, he’s an english lop!

Terms: “Blank sneeze” is a term used for when someone performs a sneezing motion without actually sneezing. “Binky” is when a bunny jumps in the air and flops it’s ears and legs in a fit of happiness or excitement. “Murphy’s law”- if anything can go wrong, it will go wrong.

Edit: hey, side note here, i said it in the comments aswell, but the “spooning” and “kissing” tag will make its debut in part 2 and the sleeptalking tag will appear as more than just mumbles.

(Not exactly proofread)

Word count: 2000+ (I REALLY felt this one)

Every night was always the same routine. The both of you would have dinner, watch an old movie or tv show, then fall asleep together on the couch. Most of the time, you’d end up carrying the lil bun to bed, but tonight was different.

There you’d lay, fast asleep against his fluffy, shirtless chest, his strong arms wrapped loosely around your resting figure. The movie the both of you were watching has ended and darkness began to enshroud the living room as the screen fades to black. The TV proceeded to display similar movies as it had always done, this time however, you shifted ontop of Izuku, only to hit the controller with your foot. Izuku jolted awake by the sound of the Netflix gong, his heart racing after the startle as he tried to comprehend his surroundings. He stills his breathing when he realizes you’ve fallen asleep on top of him, he’s staying as quiet as possible as to not wake you.

Izuku sighed. “Puppy…” He moved to retrieve the controller from under your heel, holding his breath as he gently lifts your leg. One wrong move and you’d be awake. Holding down the home button, Izuku turns off the console and then the TV, making sure to be as quiet as he can. Izuku is always so careful to not wake you up, he knows how difficult it is for you to fall back asleep, even when he’s by your side. Carefully, Izuku moves you into a position that makes it easier to pick you up. Your content sighs and mumbles have the bunny’s heart swooning. He can’t get enough of you. He traces his eyes all over you as he carries you to the bedroom. Your soft hair, your rising chest with every breath you take, your delicate gaze looking up at him, your- WAIT- your gaze? Izuku’s cheeks redden as he comes to realize that you’re awake.

“Mmmn… ‘zuku?” You mumble your beloved rabbit’s name while nuzzling into his chest. You placed your ear over his heart to listen to it beat.

“Yeah? What’s up puppy?” Izuku’s face softened into a lovestruck expression as his delicate ears picked up your sleepy voice.

“What time ‘s it?” Your words slip before you can think about what you’re saying.

Izuku looks at the clock in the kitchen, stiffling a chuckle when he sees the time reads ‘3:05am’. “It’s 3 in the morning puppy, in other words, super late.” He only smiled as you groaned at the cold draft that swept through the hall. “I think we left a window open, d’you want me to close it now? Or do you want me to tuck you in first honeybun?” Izuku awaited your response.

You’d only stare in awe. “A new name?” You whispered.

“Oh! Sorry, I thought you’d like that name.” Izuku’s ears twitched in regret.

“No! No, I love it.” You huff out distractedly. Izuku looked down at you only to see that starstruck look in your eyes.

“Woah….” Izuku’s lips form a small smirk. “You must really like that one.”

“I do, I really do.” You peck a kiss at his twitching nose, only for him to blank sneeze out of reflex. You giggle at his silliness.

“It’s not funny!” The fuzzy bunny pouted. His cheeks puffed as he stuck his tongue out at you, the fur of his cheeks bristling slightly with the movement.

You move your arms to wrap around his neck, remnants of his shedding summer coat stuck to your arm with static. “You’re shedding so much this year, are you gonna fill another pillow this time?” You coo jokingly.

“Only if you use that deshedding brush.” Izuku replied, turning around and using his butt to push open the bedroom door.

“You can put me down if you want, ‘zuku.” You moved your legs, ready to be let down, but he only pulls you closer.

“mm mnn.” Izuku shook his head in protest. “Not yet.” Using blackwhip, he pulls back the sheets on your side of the bed.

“You’re really tucking me in, aren’t you?” Your tone was soft and sweet, stirring his heartstrings into pure fluff.

Midoriya gave a slight binky in response, only raising his heels instead of jumping. He truely adored you and every word you said to him. He places you down on the soft mattress, the sheets were mint green with a slightly darker floral pattern fading across the top and stopping at the seams. They were the ones Inko made for you as a “welcome to the family” gift. Izuku proceeds to pull the heated blanket over the sheets and gave you a look asking if you want him to turn it on. You gesture a nod and he proceeds to turn on the blanket, pulling it up and over your chest, resting it at your shoulders. He pecks a kiss at your forehead before he walks to the dresser to change.

About 20 minutes later, you finally muster up some words out with a yawn. “Did ya find something comfy yet? Or are ya gonna make me sleep alone tonight?” Your sleepy lids raise just enough to peer over the sheets, only to find that Izuku has made a nest out of yours and his shorts and sweatpants. Your heart sinks a bit. It wasn’t that time… was it? That’s only supposed to happen in spring right? Even though he was on suppressants, it still didn’t stop his nesting habbits or increased appetite. You remember the pamphlet of side effects that were at the bottom of the box. ‘Irregular cycles may occur. If cycles do not regulate within 2 years of taking, stop taking and call a doctor immediately.’ Izuku’s cycles were mostly normal, the only ‘irregular cycle’ was 3 years ago when his cycle didn’t come till late summer. You stumble out of bed and walk over to the whimpering bun. “Hey, are you alright?” You press a hand to his forehead and he melts. “Good lord! You’re practically molten!” Your worries rise as you try to think of a way to comfort him.

“They couldn’t get my suppressants in this year.” Tears pricked at his eyes. “They said I’d have to tough this one out. ‘Nd now I’ve got two in one year…” his burning cheeks seared his tears before they could even leave his eyes. “What am I gonna do? I can’t be around you when I’m like this!” His mind began to panic, horrid thoughts of him losing himself and hurting you took over his Murphy’s law-coded brain.

“No, it’s okay! I’m going to help you through this, just come to bed with me.” You reach a hand out for him but he only slaps it away.

“NO! I COULD HURT YOU!” He shouted in panic. You jump at his sudden outburst and began to tear up. Upon realizing his volume, he shoots up from his messy pile and reaches over to you. “W-wait, I-I didn’t… I didn’t mean to..” he sniffled

“s..stay back…” you instinctively whispered under your breath. You prayed he didn’t hear you say that but the mortified look on his face told you otherwise.

Izuku backed away and curled into a ball of regret, sobbing and crying out about how sorry he is. “I’m a monster.” He mutters out in hiccups.

“No you’re not! What you are is my everything Izuku!” Dispite having been yelled at, you reach out to him again, you sit on your knees and start to stroke his ears. “Even if we scare each other, yell at each other, get angry… it’s all part of being together.” You tried your damdest to soothe him. You place an arm around him and lean against him, his sweat causing his shedding fur to stick to you like macaroni art. “It’s okay, we all have overwhelming moments, it’s nothing new sweetie.” You smothered his arm in kisses until he unhid his tear-stained face. “Listen,” You cup his face with your free hand, your other arm still holding him close. “I understand how you feel, I get that way too.” You smile at him. “You think of something that scares you, then you try by extreme measures to make sure it doesn’t happen. Even when it’s something as silly as your heat cycle.”

“B-but-“ You cut him off with a kiss before he can even speak.

“But nothing. If you were going to hurt me, you would have done so already. Look at me, look at you… you’re fine. We’re fine.” You sit him up and pull the puddle of bunny into your arms. “Hey,” you say as you wipe his tears away. “Let’s go make a nest on the bed instead.”

“What about this mess?” He questions. His arms snaking around your torso.

“Leave it. We’ll deal with it tomorrow.” You sigh, lifting your small ball of panic into your arms bridal style, carrying him over to the bed. He can only muster a slight shaky sigh into the crook of your neck in response. You lay him in his side of the bed, making sure to leave the sheets and covers off of him so he doesn’t explode. With a peck on the lips, you leave his side once more just to grab a thin pair of shorts for him. “Here, you may be made of lava but even volcanoes are covered with at least something.” You snickered, walking over to his side. Instead of grabbing the shorts, he grabs you instead.

“You’re not afraid of me? Even if I do lose control… you won’t be afraid?” He muttered, nuzzling his face against your ice cold (to him) thighs.

“Not at all.” You brushed his hair out of his face. “At the end of the day, no matter what happens, you’ll always be my bunny.” You boop his nose on the last word. Izuku nuzzles you again in response, mumbling something about not deserving you. “Cmon, lemme get to my side of the bed before I collapse and leave you helpless.” You tease with a yawn.

“Mmmnnn fineee.” The boy’s arm’s melted off of you, leaving you to go to your side of the bed. “We can still cuddle, right?”

“I thought you were burning up? This blanket along with your heat will just fry your veins!” You pouted at him.

“Forget the blanket, you’ve got me.” The bun flipped over and opened his sweaty arms. His eyes droopy and tired, look over to you with a pleading sheen.

You just sigh. “Wipe that sweat off with the sheets first.” You say as you ball up the sheets and throw them at him.

“Hey! Watch it!” Your bunny shouted. “You nearly hit me in the eye!” Izuku looked at you in playful disbelief.

“If you would have took a shower, you wouldn’t have this problem.” You throw your words at him as an extra blow to his ego. Wait… a shower… A SHOWER! A cold shower should cool him down!

“Puppy?” Izuku grew concerned as your face went blank and unresponsive to touch. “Puppyyyyy? You alright?” Again no response. Your internal monologue drowned him out completely.

“A SHOWER!” You jolt. Grabbing him at the shoulder and shaking him violently.

“GYAH!” Izuku froze from your sudden movement.

“Hang tight! I’ll be right back!” You scurried off into the master bath, leaving Izuku frozen, speechless, and even more confused than before.

A few minutes go by and he begins to grow curious, and warmer too. “Puppy? What’s going on?” He spoke as he rose out of bed. You didn’t respond. “Hey, could you answer me please?” He began to walk over to the bathroom. “Is there something you’re hiding from me?” He pushed aside the bamboo curtain he replaced the door with only to see you pouring ice into an already cold bath. You turn your head around and freeze in place, quite similarly to how Izuku had just a moment ago.

“Uuuhhhh….” You couldn’t muster up the words to explain. Your mouth just kept opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Izuku took one look at the water and it just clicked. “N-no explaination needed.” “I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t put on those shorts huh?” He walked over towards the bath and stepped in, purposely splashing some of the water on you, bringing you back to your senses.

“You got me all wet!” You shout, ringing out your T-shirt.

Izuku’s dirty mind took over. “Heh, wouldn’t be the first time.” He smirked.

“Uht-! You dirty little!” You poured more ice straight over his groin and he jolted with a yelp. “You get what you deserve!” You snap, still a little upset that he got your favorite shirt wet.

With a shivering jaw, Izuku sinks into the water with embarrassment. “S..sorry puppy… I wasn’t thinking… but it’s still your fault for scaring me like that!” A sheepish yet nervous smile plastered across his cooling face.

“Did I hear you correctly? You said more ice?” Your expression grew plain and devilish as you grabbed another bag of ice.

“NO! NO, NO! PLEASE! IT’S COLD ENOU-” He’s cut off by a high pitched squeal as you pour the ice right over his head. His nose began to twitch sporadically as his body became over encumbered with ice cold pins and needles. “I….I’m gonna get out now….” He stuttered out, growing fearful of your next move.

“Did you learn your lesson?” You flash a look at him.

“Y-yes Y/N.” He jolted.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.” You glare into his faltering expression.

“I said.” He grabs your hand and pulls it in for a kiss. “Yes, Y/N.” His eyes shoot back a fighting glare.

Surprised by his actions, you waiver. “You win ‘Zuku…” Your face falters into a soft smile. “I’m done playing this charade, I hate seeing your nose twitch like that…” You stand up and reach a hand out to him. “Let’s get you outta there.” He accepts your hand, not saying a word. Only lending you a smile. His eyes grew quiet. “Umm, ‘Zuku?” You grow worried. He steps out and stumbles into you a bit. “Woah! Baby?”

“‘M okay…. Jus…. Just stood up to fast.” He put a hand to his head.

“Ugh, c’mon, we’ve already done more than our fair share of scaring eachother tonight.” You chuckle.

“Hey, you said it yourself, even if we scare eachother, it’s all part of being together.” He lifted his head and smiled at you.

“Need a towel?” You ask.

Izuku looked down at his sopping figure. “Uhh… yeah… I could use one.” He couldn’t help but laugh at himself. You come closer to him and wrap the towel around him in an embrace. Even though he’s not burning up anymore, he melts into your touch all the same.

#deku x reader #deku #bnha #bnha x reader #bunny #bunny izuku #bunzi rambles

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sallow-tales · 1 year

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Strong and Sweet – Garreth Weasley x GN!Reader

Summary: Modern coffee shop AU; The ever lovely Garreth Weasley catches your eye from behind the counter of your local cafe. Pure fluff.

A/n: Once I got this idea into my head, it would not leave, so here we are. It's been edited, but only lightly. This is genuinely the longest fic I've ever written, I'm usually a sucker for short and sweet, but not in this case. I'm pretty sure this is gender neutral, but once again let me know if you catch a mistake. Also, the topic of the paper is incredibly self indulgent. With love, your friendly neighborhood anthro major <3

Word Count: 2897

You let out a sigh, fingers pressing almost painfully to your temples as you stared at the screen in front of you. You’d been trying to write this damned essay for hours, but the words didn’t seem to want to get out of your brain and onto the page. Not to mention that nearly every potential source you found was useless to you for one reason or another.

The article currently open on your computer began to swim in front of your eyes, words blurring together as you tried to read them. As much as you wished you could take a break, you’d procrastinated this paper for far longer than you should have, and you were now to the point of questioning if you’d even be able to get it done before the due date. The due date, you realized, that was now only six hours away. Why’d your professor have to be special and make things due at 10pm on a Tuesday, instead of midnight on a Sunday like a normal person?

Dragging yourself out of your train of thought took more effort than you’d have liked as you once again tried to read through someone else’s science. You were slightly more successful this time, but once you’d gotten through the next three paragraphs, you let out a frustrated groan. There was no sense to this study–it ignored nearly all precedent and was trying to test a theory that anyone with common sense would know to be impossible.

You slammed your computer shut in mild frustration and closed your eyes, taking a breath to calm yourself down, only for your meditation attempt to be interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Careful now, doll. If you get much more frustrated you might start throwing things, and as much as I love having you here, I’d hate having to clean that up.” Your eyes open and you glance up to look at the redheaded boy standing over you

Your face relaxes as your gaze lands on him. You couldn’t be stressed when he was smiling at you like that.

The two of you had first met in this very coffee shop at the beginning of the term–him behind the register and you desperately needing some caffeine to get through your first week of classes.

“Give me something strong,” you’d said when you walked up, and he’d given you a playful salute in response.

“Yes ma’am, one americano coming right up.”

His playful demeanor and charming smile had you grinning right back at him despite your exhaustion. When he’d handed you your drink, though, you couldn’t hide the grimace that crossed your face. You needed the caffeine, but boy did you hate the bitter taste that it left on your tongue.

“You should have told me you didn’t like it straight when I took your order.” You weren’t expecting to hear his voice and you looked back at him.

“I’m sorry?”

“You asked for something strong, but you didn’t have to take my first suggestion if you knew it wasn’t something you’d enjoy. Tell me what sorts of flavors you like and I can make you something you’ll actually drink.” You could tell he was eager to make you something new, though you weren’t sure if he actually wanted you to like it or if he just wanted to show off; either way, you rattled off your usual order, and some likes and dislikes, answering his questions when he asked and before you knew it you had a brand new cup in front of you.

This time when you took a sip, you practically moaned. It was spectacular. “How the hell did you do that? I don’t think I’ve ever had something this good in my life.”

His cheeky grin widened. “What can I say, I’m great at what I do. Though if you’d told me from the get-go that you like it strong and sweet, I could have just given you my number and been done with it.” His wink that followed sent flames through your cheeks and you’d turned your head to try and hide them.

Despite his flirtatious remark upon your initial meeting, nothing more had ever happened. Well, except for you developing one of the biggest crushes you think you’ve ever had in your entire life.

Against your better judgment (and to the chagrin of your wallet), you found yourself back in that cafe nearly every single day, always hoping to see his green eyes glittering at you from across the room. You knew the crush was stupid, but you didn’t blame yourself for it. How could you? It wasn’t your fault he was so ridiculously charming, and handsome, and kind. Nor was it your fault that he somehow always seemed to know exactly the drink you needed for your current mood–after that first day, you’d never had him hand you something unsavory again… well, at least that was intended to be enjoyable.

Every once in a while you’d come in during a particularly slow spell, when there was no one else around and Garreth–alongside his coworkers–were clearly extremely bored. It was days like these when you’d get to try his little experiments.

You’d see him furrow his brow, deep in thought, and then wander from place to place in the store, tossing various syrups, powders, and milks together in incredibly interesting combinations. Yes, interesting was definitely the word to describe them; sometimes they were spectacular, but other times… not so much.

“Oh my god, Gar, this is absolutely disgusting.”

He had called you over a few moments prior, insisting you try his most recent mixture. You didn’t know what was in it, but it wasn’t good. It was almost slimy in texture, and the flavor certainly left something to be desired. Through your wince, you saw the twinkle in his eye. The bastard knew it wasn’t going to be good but he had you try it anyway.

Attempting to hide the grin that threatened to poke through, his face had twisted into a look of mock betrayal. “How could you say such a thing? I poured my heart and soul into this. You wound me, love.”

Your heart had nearly stopped at the nickname but you did your best to play it off, grinning at him. “Well, perhaps you should pour a little less of it next time, that might help with the texture issue.” He’d scoffed at you playfully, and the memory of his playful expression is still one of your favorites.

His expression was eerily similar as he stood beside your little table, eying the books you had spread about from your research.

“Garreth! I didn’t realize you were here, I never saw you walk in.”

He chuckled. “I’ve been here for hours. I would’ve said hello earlier, but you looked focused and I didn’t want to bother you. However,” he paused, “it was about time for my break and I noticed you looked only inches away from violence, so I figured I should come intervene. Distract you with my relentless charm and all that.” His grin was contagious, and you found yourself smiling fondly at him.

“You should well know by now that I’m a pacifist,” you quipped back. “Violence would never be my first reaction. You wouldn’t have anything to worry about until after I’ve wallowed in self despair for at least 30 minutes.” He sat down in the chair opposite you and it’s not until he placed the cup and plate on the surface in front of you that you realized he’d been holding them. “What’s this?”

“A refill, and some sustenance. Figured you could use them, based on the fact that I haven’t seen you move in the entire time I’ve been here.” Your heart gives a little squeeze at the gesture as you take in the items. He had, in fact, brought you another coffee and the pastry that he by now knew to be your favorite.

“I can’t accept this, Garreth. I didn’t pay for them.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s on the house. Don’t bother resisting, you know I won’t stop pestering you until you’ve eaten.”

You relented with a sigh, taking a bite. “Happy now?” you mumbled.

He smirked at you. “Happier. Now, why don’t you tell me what’s frustrating you so much. Maybe clearing your mind of it will help you make some progress.”

You proceeded to rant to the ginger about the articles you’d been reading, the roadblocks you’d been encountering, and the various other issues you’d been having.

“I don’t know why it’s so difficult for people to have some common sense, y’know? It’s not so hard to realize ‘Hey, perhaps if you can’t sex an individual via this bone without population specific numbers, perhaps we shouldn’t try to sex an individual of an entirely different species.’ You’d think that’d be easy!” Garreth nodded along, a small smile playing at his lips. “And this one!” you gestured to an article on your computer, which you’d reopened part-way through your rant to show him evidence of your problems, “in this one, they try and argue that grave goods can be used to accurately sex an individual, which might be fine in some populations, but it’s a know fact that gender and sex variance is a common occurrence in this population.”

You finally paused to take a breath, and you realized that you didn’t really have much more to say. “And… and yeah that’s about it actually. There you have it.” You glanced up at his face, mildly surprised by the expression he harbored. It seemed to be a combination of amusement and… fondness?

“I do hope you know I don’t know what any of that means. Do you feel better though?” He rested his chin on his hand, hair falling just slightly in front of his face.

You immediately nodded in response. ��Yeah, actually. Loads. Thanks.”

“My pleasure, love. Now, I do believe my break is over, so I should get back to it, but good luck on your paper. I believe in you.” A wink was sent in your direction before he turned and walked back behind the counter, deftly tying his apron behind his back.

With that, you dove back into writing. You were almost surprised at how much easier the words came to you now that you’d gotten all the swirling irritations out of your brain–before you knew it, you’d surpassed the page minimum, wrapped up all your thoughts, and read through it a few times to make sure there weren’t any errors. Thoroughly pleased with your work, you grinned and threw your hands up. “I’m done!” You turned your head around, searching for the smile Garreth was surely throwing in your direction. You weren’t surprised to find you were correct. “And with…” you turned back to check the time, “45 minutes to spare!”

Wait a second…

45 minutes to spare… that meant that it was 9:15. You turned to glare accusingly at Garreth.

“Don’t you guys close at 9?”

He shrugged noncommittally. “Technically, yeah. I was supposed to kick you out 15 minutes ago. But you looked so focused and I could tell you were close to done. I didn’t wanna be the reason you lost your stride. Besides,” his usual cocky grin came back to his face. “I’m not sure you could rob this place if you tried.”

The boy turned back to mopping the floor, ignoring your huffed “hey” in response. You began packing up your belongings in a hurry, trying to get out of his hair as quickly as possible. Despite your efforts, though, he had still managed to finish closing before you were completely ready to go.

“I’m so sorry Gar, I really should have been paying closer attention to the time. I didn’t mean to be an imposition.” You rushed the words out as you exited the building in front of him. His only response at first was a small huff of amusement.

His words came a minute later as he turned back to lock the door to the building behind him. “As if you could ever be an imposition. Any time spent in your presence is time well spent.” You couldn’t even begin to process what those words meant as you took in the parking lot, empty except for one single car. A string of curses swiftly left your lips. If you’d thought yourself stupid earlier when you struggled to write your paper, it was nothing compared to how stupid you’d felt in that moment.

You’d completely forgotten that you’d taken the bus today. And in your time-blindness, you’d also forgotten that the bus stopped running at 8.

You glanced over at Garreth beside you, and let out a frustrated sigh at his barely concealed laughter. He knew that you sometimes took the bus, and by the lack of car in the parking lot belonging to you, it hadn’t taken him more than a moment to figure out what was going on.

“Don’t look so down, it’s not like I’d let you walk. Get in the car.” You immediately began protesting, not wanting to burden him any more than you already had this evening. “It wasn’t a question, get in the car. It’s too far back to campus for you to walk during the day, let alone at night. I’d be the world’s biggest asshole if I let a pretty individual walk home alone after dark. Get in.”

You conceded with a sigh, walking around to the passenger side door. “You think I’m pretty?” you grinned, trying to joke away the nerves you felt at getting in his car.

Sure, you’d become pretty close throughout the term, but your interactions had always, always been limited to that building. And now here you were, getting into a car with the guy you’d been crushing on for months.

“If you’re just now noticing, then maybe you’re dumber than I gave you credit for,” came his snarky reply. He got in the car and grinned at you over the console. You hoped he couldn’t see your cheeks turn red in the dark. His gaze held yours for a beat too long and you looked away nervously. He cleared his throat before starting the car. “Where to?”

You directed him to your place, basking comfortably in the silence of the car in between instructions. Against your better efforts, though, you also found yourself staring at him. It was such an odd thing to find attractive, you thought, but the sight of him driving made your heart do a flip.

You were admiring how his gentle features looked under the red of a stoplight when he turned to glance at you and caught you. “See something you like?”

“And what if I do?” You replied, lips quirking into a smile. You had no idea where this bold streak came from, but you weren’t complaining. He didn’t reply immediately, focused on turning into the parking lot of your building. He parked, and then turned to you.

“I’m less concerned about the ‘what if you do’s and more concerned about the ‘what if you don’t’s if I’m being honest.” Your face twisted slightly in confusion as you tried to decipher his meaning.

“I- what? I don’t understand.” Stumbling over your words, it took you far longer than it should have to realize how much closer he’d gotten to you.

“What I mean,” he said lowly, his voice barely above a whisper, “is that if you don’t, you need to tell me now because otherwise I’m about to do something really really stupid.”

Oh. Oh.

“Oh,” you said in reply. “I see.” You wet your lips nervously but didn’t move away from him, your gaze flickering between his eyes and his lips. “Well, there’s not really a good way to know if it’s stupid or not until you’ve done it.”

Apparently that was all the approval he needed, because the next thing you knew his lips were on yours and his hand was cupping the back of your neck and a low whine sounded in the back of your throat. This was happening. Oh my god this was happening.

He pulled back after a moment, panting just slightly. He was nervous, you realized. You’d almost never seen him nervous before, but right now, in this moment, you were sure that’s what the expression on his face was.

You let out a soft giggle that apparently eased his nerves, causing him to break out into a wide smile and tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Well, was it as stupid as I thought it was?”

“Verdict is still out,” you said with a grin. “I’ll have to let you know tomorrow. You work?”

“Same time as usual, yeah.” He chuckled at the smile on your face as you unbuckled yourself from the car.

“Well, I suppose I’ll have to let you know then. And maybe after you’re out, we could go get dinner or something. If the jury rules in your favor, that is.” You grin at him over your shoulder as you get out of the car.

The last thing Garreth sees as he pulls out of your lot is you pressing your fingers softly against your own lips, grinning like an idiot. And though he’d never admit it, in his head he was doing the same.

#garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy fandom #garreth weasley au #modern!au #modern garreth weasley

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was talking about this with my cool and awesome beloved friend Monty and i think yall deserve to hear it too so:

if Frankie was one of those part-dog people (anthro dog or like Evan from ni no kuni but a dog) and had a tail it would start wagging whenever May kisses him and hes super embarrassed about it at first but May thinks it's seriously the cutest thing ever. and basically heres my thoughts about it

-Lance is an anthro dog person, like how Evan's dad was a grimalkin and that's why hes part dog just like why Evan was part cat. his mum is still whatever ethnicity the Frankie youre thinking of is (i'll be saying Saanvika cause. Yash) and dog Lance is still french

-he has dog ears as well that prick up sometimes

-his tail wags when he gets excited, he cant control it easily but he learned to when he was a teenager (had the same effect as masking + like masking, was harder at certain times and he sometimes failed. also he was masking autism at this time which made things even worse)

-when hes really excited it's a lot harder to mask, and he manages to for a while with May (they obviously know about the tail but not about a lot of stuff with it) but the first time they kiss his hand his tail wags because it's just so cute and romantic to him

-hes so embarrassed about it. he apolagises over and over again and is pretty clearly blushing

-May however thinks it's ADORABLE. like they cant stop giggling over it cause he's just so cute and in the middle of his rambling about it they kiss him again and his tail just wags more even if hes trying to not

-he still tries to hide it after that but after hearing how cute May finds it he tries to work on not, hes also working on not masking autism at the same time. it's hard but he's trying his best

-the fur is soft. not always because growing up he was even more embarrassed about it so he didn't brush it as much, but before Saanvika died she would brush his fur when she was brushing his hair, but now that hes an adult hes taking better care of it (he didn't let it get too bad as a kid though), and May lovesss brushing his tail and ears (hes also a bit hairier than the average person, so his body hair also needs to be brushed). they do it when theyre cuddling or just if hes lying down theyll do it just to have something to do

-May also washes his fur so that it stays soft, and he loves that so much. they normally wash his hair at the same time and he just gets very giggly about it

-since hes obviously still part human + Lance is anthro (i assume that in this universe that's pretty normal, again much like in Ni No Kuni) hes not super dog like, but he does exhibit certain dog traits, although less than the average dog-person since hes half dog

-May genuinely thinks the tail thing is so cute. like they squealed the first time it happened, and they also love that it means hes happy because him being happy makes them happy too

-he also stims still, so he'll be flapping his hands and wagging his tail at the same time

-when hes nervous/shy/scared his tail goes between his legs

-he makes dog noises! for instance growling, barking and whimpering, and he doesnt do it much but for instance if someone seems like theyre going to hurt his friends, family or May he will growl, and whimpering when he wants attention, and barking when hes excited or scared

-sometimes he gets questions about what he thinks of furries because 'well arent they humans pretending to be animals?' and he thinks it's dumb because a lot of furries are also anthro animals and most anthro animals have no problems with it. he is very sick of this question, especially because they tend to come from humans who are just ableist and anti-furry

-adding onto that, Fletcher asked him about dog stuff when he was designing his fursona and he had a lot of fun. these are the kinds of furry questions he actually wants cause he loved helping Fifi

-he has slightly sharper teeth than the average human, but less sharp than the average dog. he likes this a lot

-although being anthro is pretty normal, theres some places where it's not and May is completely ready to punch someone for Frankie. so are Juliet and Romeo and everyone basically

this was pretty fun lol i might do more :)

#& juliet #& juliet musical #&j #and juliet #and juliet musical #juliet musical #francois dubois #may bellerose #maycois #anthro au #half anthro au

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