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thenixkat · 5 hours
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[ID: A cropped screencap from the season 2 trailer of the Dungeon Meshi anime featuring Laios and Senshi nude with towels in a sauna with dishware. Laios is blindfolded and Senshi is only partly in frame and seen from behind. /End ID]
Nice. They gave my guy a bit more belly, too bad they sacrificed his nipples for it.
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[ID: A panel from Dungeon Meshi featuring Laios nude with a towel draped over his lap and blindfolded. Compared to the anime version, comic! Laios' waist tucks in and is flatter. /End ID]
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thenixart · 7 months
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Idk, I just think more of the high level virus type Greymons should be blue-skinned like the Champion level virus Greymon instead of being black like Black Agumon and then wearing black armor on top of that.
Like, blue with black armor instead of black with black armor.
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sweet-milky-tea705 · 1 year
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Please elowen give me just one chance PLEAS
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vvanessaives · 2 years
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WIP WEDNESDAY
i was tagged by @camelliagwerm @swordcoasts @wrymbloods @morvaris and @nuclearstorms thank you so much everyone!!
i’m tagging whoever wants to do this really, it’s friday already so i’m cheating here but everyone that wants to share something just go ahead and say i tagged you!
He bended forward as slowly as possible and eased Vesper graciously into a dip. She recognized the action immediately – of course she would – and let her head fall back, her arms were holding Fenix’s shoulders pretending she had enough strength left to help him sustain her body. He was clearly doing most of the work but Vesper wished to pretend, for just a moment, that nothing was wrong. A soft laugh escaped past her lips and a genuine joyful smile finally adorned her features.
Fenix couldn’t help but smile himself, the harmonious sound made his heart swoon but inexorably clench and drop when another cough took the place of the faint giggle. He slowly rose both their bodies from the dip and embraced her weak form tightly, their foreheads touching. He couldn’t bear to look at her for too long before the vision of that withering process Vesper was going through –   the loss of vitality, life, just like a flower changing from a bud to decay and dust –   made it impossible to not clench his eyes shut. Fenix never felt so helpless like he did now. Regret flooded once again: how he wished he could make up for all the time they lost, never leave her side like he did; he could’ve listened to her laugh far more often, see her smile and get upset at his stupid jokes. Six months weren’t enough, he needed an eternity. Life can be so cruel when inflicting punishment for past mistakes.
Vesper coughed again, blood this time, drawing Fenix away from his thoughts. “I don’t want to lose you.” He simply whispered, more to himself than to Vesper, pain was plainly visible on his face.
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pigeonwit · 1 month
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gollum <3 (i wish u could send videos on asks lol)
https://x.com/PunchingCat/status/1759337076804157896?s=20
pip knowing that you saw this video and thought 'pidge needs to see this it's just like that dumb au he came up with about davey having the worst cat in the world' means everything to me. please take this davey's terrible cat au snippet as repayment; i decided it was way too specific to my own sense of humour for anyone to actually enjoy and so i nixed it from the actual fic but i still have a soft spot for it:
“Golly-Gee-” Jack can’t even finish the name without snorting through his nose. “Jesus, Davey. Seriously?”
“What’s wrong with that?” Davey shrugs, looking a touch put-out. “Golly-Gee’s a good name! It’s fun. Isn’t that right, little miss? Little miss Golly-Gee!”
Gollum perks up at the baby-voice – somehow still retaining all her dignity even so – and meows loud and proud, her flinty eyes warming into two soft amber glows.
“That’s right.” Davey nods to himself. “Miss Golly-Gee. My special kit-tee.”
“Please don’t.”
Davey shoots him a playful look from the corner of his eye. Slowly, he begins to rock Gollum back and forth, jostling her as if she were dancing.
“Miss Golly-Gee, from NY-Cee,” he sing-songs, “the kitty who has a Ph-Dee.”
“PhD in what?” Jack challenges with a raised brow and far too much fondness.
“Seismolo-gee.” Davey says with a smug smile, not even missing a beat.
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kyokittymeow · 8 months
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Acronix's Kitten
Have another oneshot!
I got inspiration from @ninjakitten1699 's post. Giving the twins a cat is the best thing ever 😭❤️
Acronix was lying on the sofa, idly typing on his phone. Nothing was going on today. It was boring as hell. Sighing, he put the phone down and looked at his brother, who was sitting at his desk, reading a book.
"Kruuuux," he shouted. However, his twin didn't respond. "Kruxieeee!" He kept trying. "Stop being annoying," Krux grumbled irritably. "But I'm soo bored."
"That's not my problem," he replied, still staring at his book.
"Now it is."
Krux removed his silly reading glasses and glared at his younger brother. "Sometimes you act like an pubescent teenager." Acronix grinned. "And you're acting like a spoilsport!" He slid off the sofa and stretched his limbs.
"You know what? I'm going out for a bit. It's too boring for me here." Krux eyed him intently. "Fine. But don't get caught."
"Don't worry bro! I got a disguise after all," Acronix said, putting on his hood.
"And don't stay away too long!" his brother called after him. "Okay, Mom!"
Acronix happily strolled along the asphalt and watched the hustle and bustle of the townspeople. As always, he was fascinated by the huge buildings or the fast cars. He just couldn't understand why Krux hated this great modern world. It was all so much cooler than the old, boring junk from forty years ago!
Acronix was so absorbed in his surroundings that he almost missed the little white kitten crouched under a bench. He stopped abruptly as it began to meow pitifully. "Oh my god!" he gasped and squatted down.
"Where do you come from?" The kitten mewed even louder. Acronix gently petted it and it began to purr. "You're the cutest thing I've ever seen!" he said delightedly.
The kitten padded out from under the shelter of the bench and brushed its head against Acronix's leg. It was so tiny and its fur was so fluffy. It must have been only a few months old. "Don't you have anyone to look after you? Are you all alone?"
The cat stared up at him with wide eyes. Acronix sighed. "Who would do such a cruel thing...?" As dirty and skinny as it was, he could only assume it was a street cat.
"What should I do with you?" he thought. "Should i take you home with me?" The kitten mewed. Acronix grinned. "Would you like that?" Another meow. "Then it's settled! You're coming with me!"
He carefully carried the kitten in his arms and hurriedly walked back to the museum. As he stood in front of the base's secret entrance, he paused. Krux certainly wouldn't be happy if he suddenly came back with a cat. He knew him that well.
"Kitty, you have to be quiet now, okay?" he said softly. "My brother shouldn't see you!" The white furball blinked at him. Acronix slipped it inside his jacket and then entered the base.
On quiet feet he moved in the direction of the room. "Nix? Back already?" He heard Krux' voice from another room. Acronix flinched and wanted to flee as quickly as possible when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
He cried out in surprise and turned around. "H-hey! Don't scare me like that!" His brother raised an eyebrow skeptically. "What's the matter with you? And why are you already here again?"
"I-i'm fine! And I didn't feel like it, so I came back."
There was silence.
"Um...I'm going to my room now, okay? Byeee!" Acronix finally wanted to leave, but Krux blocked his way. "Why are you so weird?"
"I'm not!"
"You are."
"Let me pass!"
Suddenly, a pitiful meow came from his jacket. "What was that?" Acronix faked a cough to drown out the meowing. "I have no idea what you mean!" His brother was getting impatient. "Stop this nonsense! You're hiding something."
Acronix bit his lip nervously. "Please don't freak out now..." Hesitantly, he took the kitten out of his jacket. Krux's eyes widened in horror. His gaze darted between Acronix and the cat.
"That's a joke, right?" he asked dryly. "Acronix, why are you bringing a cat home?"
"She was all alone!", the younger one explained. "And look how emaciated she is! She probably hadn't had anything to eat for a long time."
He scratched her gently behind the ear and she started to purr loudly. "Can I keep her?"
"That's out of the question."
"Oh, come on!" Acronix whined. "I've always wanted a pet!"
"But we don't have room for a flea-infested furball here!" his older brother interjected. "Take it to an animal shelter. It's better off there." Acronix made a sad face and hugged the kitten. "But she's so cute! Please, big bro, make an exception!"
He was staring at him with the cutest puppy-eyes he could do. Most of the time he could persuade him that way. "Forget it." Krux folded his arms across his chest. "You won't get away with it this time!"
He actually got away with it. It took a while, but eventually Krux gave up. "You're gonna be the one who takes the responsibility, got it?" he had said grimly. Acronix's eyes had gleamed with delight. "Of course! Thank you, brother!"
After giving the kitten a little bath, it was now even more fluffy than before and its white fur was shiny. Now he had placed a bowl of milk in front of her, which she immediately devoured.
"You seem to enjoy that, don't you?" Acronix said delightedly, sitting next to her on the floor and watching her intently. Krux, standing by, eyed the new roommate disapprovingly. "You need a name," Acronix suddenly remarked. "And I already have the perfect one for you! Your name' gonna be Bean!"
Krux snorted in amusement. "Bean? Can't think of anything better?"
"It suits her!", the younger defended himself. "She's tiny as a bean."
"You do know that one day she'll be big?"
Acronix did not address this. "You like that name too, don't you, Bean?" he asked the cat in a sugary voice. She lifted her head and mewed in agreement. "Are you done eating?"
Bean licked her nose with her pink tongue and brushed around Acronix's legs. Then she padded towards Krux, tail held high, and did the same. "Hey, cut it out," he growled moodily and took a step back.
His younger twin giggled. "She seems to like you!" Bean sat down and looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Come on, pet her!" Acronix prompted. Krux sighed, reluctantly leaning down to the kitten and hesitantly petting it.
Bean purred loudly before suddenly climbing up his leg. "Stop! Go away!", he scolded and tried to shake her off. Acronix laughed. "Stop laughing and take her away!" His brother rushed to him and freed him from the playful furball.
"Are you scared of that little kitten?" Acronix teased. "Of course not," Krux answered gruffly and laboriously plucked the white hair from his pants.
"Mhm..." He grinned and turned to Bean. "How about a little tour? After all, this is your new home now!" The kitten mewed. Acronix giggled and Krux rolled his eyes in annoyance.
The days went by and Bean had already settled into her new home. Acronix had gotten everything he needed for her: cat food, toys, a basket, and so on.
Now Bean snoozed contentedly on Acronix' lap as he fondled her lovingly.
"You're really spending every minute with this feline, aren't you?" Krux remarked snippy. His brother grinned knowingly. "Someone must be jealous!"
The older man snorted disapprovingly. "I am not! At least you don't annoy me all the time!" Grumbling, he turned away. Acronix giggled and quietly said to Bean, "He is jealous!"
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Krux was sitting on the sofa, reading a book. Then he heard a meow and a moment later Bean jumped up to him. The older one sighed. "What do you want?" She mewed again and brushed her head against his knee.
Krux hesitated, glancing around cautiously to make sure his brother wasn't around. Then he picked Bean up and placed her on his lap. She purred in delight as he scratched her.
Krux didn't like to admit it, but he really had taken this kitty to his heart. He probably just had a weakness for cats. Bean suddenly hopped back down and rushed across the room. She had spotted her toy ball.
"Do you want to play?" Krux asked as she came back with the ball and put it down next to him. "All right then." He put the book aside, picked up the ball and threw it. Bean ran after it, grabbed it and brought it back.
Krux chuckled. "Are you perhaps a dog?" He threw it again.
"Good girl," he praised her when she returned with the toy. Suddenly he heard a giggle and when he looked up he saw Acronix watching him from behind the door.
"What are you doing?!" he hissed. "You're playing with heeeer!" his little brother teased. "That means you like heeeer!" Krux felt his face turning red. "Nonsense! She just hasn't stopped annoying me!"
"Suuuure..." Acronix grinned. "Your face gives you away!" Bean meowed loudly. "Even Bean knows you're lying, you softie!"
Krux shot the ball at him and hit his head. "Ouch! Heeey!"
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bionicle-ramblings · 5 months
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Some more cat!bionicle thoughts:
Onewa and Matau are total tornados in your home. You wake up to the two of them playing and Matau makes not-a-cat sounds to confuse Onewa
Having Vakama, Takua, and Jaller is so cute because Vakama honks while carrying one of the kittens to you and is so protective of them both. He'll even growl at you if they're laying by him and you try to move them out pet them. He pants a lot more when he can't find Takua and when Jaller is meow shouting for Takua. They calmed down once he was found
Nokama is happy to have brothers, but having one the judges people, one that goes outside all the time, one that hisses and hits people, one that BARKS, and one that is an anxious mess makes her stare at you like she's asking, "What the hell werenyou thinking?"
While less than favorable family was visiting, Whenua brought some shed snake skin to you. EVERYONE screamed and the less than favorable relative told you to give Whenua back IMMEDIATELY, but you didn't need to because they didn't visit again when you told them he brings A LOT of stuff to you so you can tell him what it is
Matau doesn't mind chilling in your car, but he figured out how to honk the car horn, and now you know you have a time cinstraint whenever you go out because you CANNOT get yelled at for having a mischievous cat that doesn't want to be forgotten
You once woke up to see Onewa staring at you. No purring, no real reaction, just staring. You helped him lay down and promised you weren't going anywhere. Next time you woke up, he was still in your arms, and he was purring
Nuju will steal people's hats right from on their heads. Even yours. He HATES hats. One of your friends tricked him by wearing two hats and once and he was hecking bamboozled. And mad for an hour
Nokama will catch you dozing off when staying up late to study and will "encourage" you to go to bed, but put a bookmark in the textbook you're studying in so you can pick it back up the next day. She helps you take breaks too and will be telling you to do your best and that you've got your test/exam in the bag. She's there for you regardless of how you did. If you pass, thanks to your hard work, or if you didn't do as well as you wanted to, despite all your studying, she's proud of you, and she lets you know she is
Owning Matau and Vakama is so funny to watch sometimes because Matau keeps trying to get his brother to play with him, but Vakama only stares at him like an anomaly. Matau imitated Vakama's panting and honking right in front of Vakama, and Vakama smacked him for it. When you had to leave, Vakama was a little panicky, but you came home to see Vakama napping with Matau laying on him and grooming his furr, particularly his head and under his chin. In another instance, you "lost" Vakama and Matau found him and brought him to you by his scruff, with Vakama growling as he was dragged around
Owning Takua, Jaller, and Nixe is adorable, but also something else entirely. For one, you have three tiny cats running around, one that hides everywhere, one that guards the place, and one that can legitimately read and watch movies. Takua loves following Nixie around the house. Jaller keeps an eye on them both
Bathing the main six cats goes like this: Nokama has an absolute spa day, Nuju only bathes with the water as cold as you can safely get it and still glares at you for bathing him, Matau keeps trying to escape and you learn more than once that he can imitate a car alarm pretty well, Onewa tries to kill you, Whenua growls the entire time, and Vakama screams bloody murder and literally hisses at you the entire time
Bathing the littles goes similarly: Takua doesn't chill out until he's got Jaller with him, and Jaller keeps meowing at you, and Nixie almost falls asleep
If you're dating someone: Nuju judges them even after they've gained his trust even to pet him, Nokama isn't trusting them for a while until she's heard and learned enough about them, Matau is going to try driving the poor soul crazy and ultimately befriend them to the point they do that "Machine Gun Cat" thing, Onewa will attack them even after they befriend each other, your partner is Whenua's original owner so you two are cat parents, Vakama is hiding enough that they think you were lying about having a cat, but then they wake up to see him standing on their chest and staring at them; it took a while for him to warm up to them, but it was so worth it when he ultimately did, Takua steals their stuff and brings it to you, Jaller guards you from them for a while, and Nixie uses her galaxy sized brain to get them to give her books to read and, in rare occasions, treats to nom on
You made a little cart/train to pull Matau in and he DOES NOT leave you alone until you cart him around. In actually, you made a train for all 9 cats. Nuju and Whenua were indifferent, Nokama was fine, Matau and Onewa love it, Vakama doesn't stop panting, Takua sits up and enjoys the ride, Jaller really only enjoys the ride when he sees where they're going, and Nixie falls asleep
Vakama has saved you from some toxic "friends." You were getting ready for a meet up and he made you chase him around the house until you got a text from an actual friend saying the toxic "friend" started talking shit and was very catty despite being an adult. Your friend decided to come hang out with you at your place and Vakama stayed out of hiding because he feels safe with you and your friend
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therapycat21 · 3 months
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Cocky Man Pt.1
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Rafael Barba x OC!Valentina Teller
Series Description:
Valentina Teller is a sketch artist for the NYPD and assists the SVU with cases. Go through this journey with her as she meets the sassy and confident DA for the SVU Rafael Barba.
 
I've been sitting in my small office pretty much all day at SVU finishing up some sketches for some of the current cases I am helping on. I am reading the descriptions from one of the cases I am currently on and trying to sketch the best I can according to the victim's description before she comes in personally to help with more detail.
As I sit here sketching I hear a slight knock on my door before it opens to see Liv standing there "hey,come on in" I say putting down my pencil.  Liv walks in and softly closes the door "I come bearing gifts" she smiles setting down a brown bag and a giant iced coffee next to it, I smile reaching for the bag and peeking in to see my favorite sandwich from the coffee shop a few blocks down "your a god send thank you so much!" I tell her "so, what's going on?" I questioned as she sits down in one of my comfy chairs.
 She brings her hands together "I need your help, we have a vic who gets flashes of her rapist but she is only able to remember for a few minutes before she completely forgets" I nod my head, slowly trying to comprehend it "okay, this will be a tough one but I am down for it, just let me know when you need me and I'll come down" She gives me a thankful smile before standing and reaching for the door "oh and where is nix? I haven't seen him for a while?" she asks, I smile before whistling, out from behind the plant in the corner comes a pitch black cat, he jumps on my desks and sniffs around before coming to sit in front of me, I look up and smile at Liv, she smiles reaching over and giving him a few rubs on the head "Can't believe I'm gonna say this but I have missed you Nix" all she gets is a blank stare before he meows, jumping down and going back to sleep behind the plant.
She laughs giving me one more grateful smile before leaving. I take a generous sip of the iced coffee before getting back to sketching.
Meanwhile downstairs in the SVU office
"Okay so we have a twenty three years old female Cassandra wall, she was sexually assaulted last night in an alleyway behind the bar, her and her friends were out celebrating a job promotion" Amanda puts the girls picture up on the board and then pictures of her wounds before turning around facing everyone sitting at the table.
"Did her friends see anything?" amaro asks looking through the folder, manda shakes her head "no, all the friends were still inside, couldn't even hear anything from how loud the music was" 
"Did she see anything from her attacker that can help identify them?" Rafael asks, also sifting through the folder. "she--" amanda starts to say before being interrupted by Liv walking in the room "no, everytime she remembers something she instantly forgets it, it might be an effect of the trauma, her mind trying to stop her from remembering it" she finishes pouring herself coffee. Rafael huffs putting the folder on the table "great, so we have a vic who can remember but then instantly forgets it, how do you expect me to make a case of this?" he asks, his voice laced with annoyance. Liv brings her hand up "relax, I knew the perfect person to help with this,we had a case similar and she broke through that barrier and we were able to find the guy and charge him." she says matter-of-factly.  Nick nods his head "oh yeah I remember that case, lady was quick with it too." 
"Oh yeah, how is Val? last I heard her daughter graduated kindergarten" Amanda asks, Liv nods "she's good and I told her we would call her down when Cassandra gets here so she can help." Rafael looks around at the team confused "Am I the only one that hasn't met this woman?" All of them nod their heads "pretty much" Liv says before walking to go to her office "notify me when Cassandra gets here" she tells them,getting nods in agreement.
They're all sitting at their desks when nick looks up to see the young girl timidly walking in the room, he stands and walks over "Cassandra? I'm Nick Amaro" he tells the girl "thank you for coming in, let me just get our sergeant so she can help you okay?" he says getting a small nod from the younger girl before walking to get Liv.
"hey Liv, Cassandra's here" Nick tells her where he stands in her doorway, she looks up and nods before reaching for her phone calling Val.
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The squad is waiting for no longer then ten minutes when Rafael looks up to hear the sound of shoes beating against the ground, in walks what looks like a 25 year old woman,(she definitely couldn't be older than that)he takes in her form walking closer to the team.
She was carrying a sketchbook close to her chest and somewhat fumbling with a small bag mixture of pencils and markers while somehow also carrying an iced coffee. Liv walks out of her office just in time "hey, thank you for coming to help" she tells the woman, the woman smiles, shaking her head "you don't need to thank me, just happy to help."she smiled. "soi how's your daughter? I heard she graduated kindergarten!" Rollins says smiling at the girl, earning herself a giant smile before they break off into a conversation about it before I stand up, buttoning my suit jacket and clearing my throat gaining the attention of everyone in the room "can we get back to the case please we only have so much time." Liv nods "he's right, lets go everyone" she waves her hand before gesturing the woman into the room with the victim.
Barba walks with them into the room,shutting the door behind them. Val walks towards the empty chair in front of the woman "hi my names Valentina or Val whichever you prefer is okay with me." she says, so that's what her name was Barba thought.
"so what I do is try to help you remember what you can so I can try to get a clear image for your case okay?" Val explains softly, the woman nods still a little intimidated and sneaking glances at Barba before turning her attention back to Val.
 Val opens her sketchbook and starts to layout some pencils and markers. "okay so is there anything you remember before we get into the questions?" Val asks, the girl nods her head before gesturing slightly to her face "he had a scar near his mouth, it was a deep scar,like someone slashed him with a kni--fe" her voice breaks. 
Liv and Barba stand in the corner of the room watching as Val starts to sketch "okay that's good, do you know any other facial features?" she asks, the girl shakes her head sighing rubbing her eyebrow hard
"I'm sorry, I don't remember anything else" Val nods her head "that's okay, is it okay if we try a little exercise? I would have you close your eyes and have you describe everything from that night before your attack happened and usually that will allow your mind to open up the trauma that had occurred, but I will say it can retraumatize and make you remember everything that happened, but remember that this is totally up to you if you want to try." Val tells the girl.
Barba glances at Liv with his brow raised in suspicion before turning back to the woman in front of him. The girl thinks for a minute before hesitantly nodding her head. Val gives a gentle smile before doing the exercise.
After an hour, Val was able to get a clear sketch of the rapist, Liv walks the younger girl out of the room leaving Val and Barba in the room. 
Val is finishing up the sketch when she is interrupted by Barba "what you do is impressive" Barba says looking at the young woman impressed, Val looks up in a sort of shock at the man who leans against the wall "Oh, thank you so much, I haven't been able to watch you in court but I bet your very good." Val says shying away looking back down at her book "you're on the third floor, right?" Barba asks, walking towards the table where she sits, she nods "Yeah, um office 1B if you ever need anything" Val says still trying to avoid eye contact, Barba can tell as he smirks at her "good to know, can you tell Liv I'm heading back to my office, I'll call with any updates" he tells her gaining a nod in acceptance. 
Before Barba closes the door he turns back to the woman at the table "oh and, come to the next court hearing, you can see how amazing I am" he says while smirking and shutting the door behind him leaving a deeply blushing woman at the table.
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whollyjoly · 3 months
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hi em!! okay OBVIOUSLY more for the blorbo bingo BUT if someone's already asked that, how about nixon?
YAY THANK YOU!!!!
okay okay so nix, my sweet boy, my first bob love:
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look hes a pathetic lil meow meow who desperately needs therapy and i just want to give him a hug and tell him everythings gonna be okay
BONUS:
hilariously, no one has asked for more on tumblr?? BUT i did it for kate in the discord as an example so i'll also post it here 😈
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the "started out as a joke character but oh god oh fuck" is THE MOST true for him, and i dont regret a thing 😌
thank you thank you for stopping by my dear!! ✨✨
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send me a character for blorbo bingo!
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stainedglasstruth · 8 months
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TIMING: A few days after Sacrificial Spawns LOCATION: Wormmates' Apartment, Worm Row PARTIES: Zack (@zackbanes) + Wynne (@ohwynne) + Arden (@stainedglasstruth) SUMMARY: After getting discharged from the hospital, Arden, Wynne, and Zack are all struggling to sleep through the night. CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A
After finally being discharged from the hospital, Zack, Wynne, and Arden– accompanied by Teagan and Ariadne– headed back to the apartment for some well needed rest. Well, first she cried upon seeing Hobbes and proceeded to smother him with affection. Then she rested, practically melting into her beautiful, comfortable bed. Her rest wasn’t exactly peaceful, though, plagued by nightmares of glowing red eyes. While that wasn’t exactly a new one for her, Wynne and Zack being there was. 
She woke covered in sweat, Dream Wynnne’s whimpering the last thing she could remember. Grimacing as she thoughtlessly tried to move her broken arm, Arden slowly sat up, surveying the room as she became more alert. Teagan was still asleep next to her, and she couldn’t help the small smile from creeping over her face as she looked at the nix. Ugh, she was so gay. Reaching for her water bottle, though, she paused. …was that smoke? She sniffed the air, feeling uncertain, but no. It was faint, but…
Carefully, as to not wake Teagan, she pulled herself out of bed, letting out a soft ‘oof’ as she got to her feet. Her body still felt heavy with exhaustion and the remnants of sleep, but she ignored it as she poked her head out into the hallway. Okay, that was definitely the smell of smoke, though not powerful enough to be concerned… yet. Arden spared another glance back to her sleeping girlfriend before stepping out into the hall and closing the door behind her. 
As far as first-times-at-the-hospital went, Wynne’s experience ranked pretty low. The lights had been bright, the smell of cleaning agents pungent, the nurses’ faces so concerned and pitiful. It had been disorienting, to go from that dark and pungent basement to the hospital, to be separated from the people they wanted to cling to. Now, at least, they were all together again, back in the home with the meowing cats and their fourth part of their whole.
They couldn’t sleep. They laid there, hugging knees and fingers trailing over the stitches in their neck. Ariadne lied against them, arms wrapped around their body. But her steady breathing did little to ground Wynne, who was thinking about that basement. About Metzli, ripping heads off as if it was as easy as plucking apples off a tree. About Zack’s pleas and the look in Arden’s eye and Zane, refusing to bite them but ending up tearing into their neck all the same. They considered the medication the hospital had offered, which made them drowsy and calm, but remained frozen. 
Until the smell of smoke reached their nostrils. They slipped out of bed, whispering something about the bathroom to an asleep Ariadne, knees trying to readjust to being stretched again. When Wynne walked into the hallway, their eyes fell on Arden and for a moment they just wanted to move over and hug her, because it was something they could do. In stead, they offered a quizzical look. “Zack…?” They offered as a possible explanation. Wynne started moving towards his door, and the smell of smoke grew more powerful. After knocking three times, just to be polite, they opened the door slowly.
He was wandering Worm Row at night. Was he going to meet someone? Probably. He must be – it was late and on his own. He must be meeting up with someone at the Wormhole or something. Maybe Arden? Probably Arden and Wynne and Sully – all of them heading out for a drink or two again. But when he turned the corner it was the alley where the torple had latched onto his leg. His brow drew up, confused, and that’s when he saw them – the familiar boots that Arden usually wore. Their body was a crumpled heap huddled at the corner of the alley and Wynne was there next to them – small and bloodied. Before the horrified “no!” could make it out of his mouth, Zack was slammed against the wall, teeth latching onto his neck – a six-foot tall torple ripping him apart. He couldn’t even scream with his throat crushed in but when the fear exploded from him, it was hot–
He wasn’t on the streets of Worm Row, of course, nor was he in the alley in Nightfall. Just his own bed, dreaming. Nightmare. But the heat… That was real. It was that strange kind of heat that always came from his fire. With a panicked gasp, Zack realized that it was his fire – the bed around him, his sheets and pillow were all caught and the flames were licking dangerously close to the curtains. 
It took a few fumbles before he was able to squelch the flames, terrified and caught off-guard as he was. Smoke filled the room still and just as he was moving to wrench the window open, the door opened behind him. Wynne and Arden were huddled there – obviously drawn to the smell of smoke. Shame dropped into his chest, fast and hot. And fear, again, because they had all been asleep. Everyone had been sleeping after the hospital and Teagan and Ariadne had been there too and Zack had almost burned the building down around them. 
“I’m sorry!” was what blurted out of him, sudden and fast and a little choked. “I… I was dreaming and it just–” Giving an unsteady breath, he reached to open the window, the smoke billowing out. “Are you both okay? I don’t think the smoke…got very far.” No, it hadn’t but that was cold comfort.
The moment Arden saw Wynne, she was walking over, closing the distance between them. She ignored the urge to wrap her arm around them, not wanting to upset them or any of their injuries. At the mention of Zack, she frowned. 
The thought had crossed her mind, the smell of smoke bringing her back to kneeling on the ground, putting pressure on Wynne’s neck as the barn went up in flames, the anxious churning of her stomach as she waited for him to get out. She hoped it wasn't him, but following Wynne to his door, it was clearly the source of the smell. 
Arden wasn't sure what to expect when Wynne opened the door, but a scorched bed certainly wasn't it. Nothing was actively on fire, though the smoke hanging in the air and the blackened sheets gave her a picture of what had happened. Her gaze turned from the bed to its owner standing next to the open window. He looked okay, thankfully, but that look in his eyes, the strained voice he was speaking in, it all felt so wrong. 
She had never seen Zack scared before they got grabbed, but she was fairly positive that his terrified face was now branded into her mind, along with Wynne’s. They were two of the sweetest people she knew, people Arden now had the certainty of knowing she would quite literally die for. Seeing the two of them so frightened and upset the past several days had killed her. And it felt even worse here, in their apartment, where things were normally so good, were supposed to be okay. 
Seeing Zack standing in his room looking so scared and close to tears, it broke her heart a little. 
"Hey," she started in a placating tone. "It's okay, we're okay. Right, Wynne?" Arden looked to them as she asked before throwing the question back at him. "Are you okay?" 
The smell of smoke reminded Wynne of home. Protherians preferred to heat their buildings with fire, rather than central heating, and then there was of course their bonfires. They danced around them on equinoxes, burned herbs and animal parts in them in the name of celebration. But the smell of smoke didn’t only remind them of home: it also reminded them of that night, only a few days ago, where they had watched that barn burn down before losing consciousness.
Zack had saved them with the fire that lived in him. They had seen his magic in action, seen its power. And they were so glad for it. But the smell of it still brought them back to that feeling of desperation. Their fingers moved to the stitches on their neck. They looked at Arden and thought all of this was surreal. The fact that they stood here, alive. That they were here, at home. And that Zack had started a fire again.
He was panicking and that seemed to flip a switch in their own mind. They couldn’t panic if he was panicking. They couldn’t make this worse with their own pathetic anxieties and fear, had to let go what was taking a hold of him.
Besides, they were more worried about him than anything else. Eyebrows creasing, eyes wide, their throat stinging a little from the dry air. “Yes,” they said quickly, falling in tandem with Arden and nodding their head. “We’re alright. Just wanted to see –” 
Well, Arden had said it, hadn’t she? Wynne had stupidly thought that maybe her roommates (and friends, or maybe even family) had been more okay than they were feeling. But maybe that wasn’t true. Maybe they were idealizing the people around them again, thinking them so much more invincible than they were in reality. “If you were okay. Did you have a bad dream?” They had them a lot, though things seemed infinitely better if Ariadne slept next to them. As if she had a magical calmness about her (though, of course, she didn’t: this was something that could be explained with pure emotional logic, rather than the actual magic they had and were witnessing).
They moved a little closer, wanting to take his hands but unsure if he’d want that. They were morosely aware that they all had red-rimmed wrists from the rope. Matching wounds. Just like the teeth marks in all their throats. “It’s okay.”
Zack’s eyes darted over his roommates, evaluating, ensuring that they really were okay. They were there, at least, standing there in the apartment. That was good, better than the dank cell they had all been kept in, better than the antiseptic halls of the hospital. The apartment was home, and it was safe. It was supposed to be safe. This time he had woken up early enough, had been able to put the flames out. But what about next time? What about when someone startled him while cooking or he was with someone and they moved their mouth to his neck, what about when Wynne was late coming how from work or Arden was with Teagan and he didn’t know where they were? What about the next night, when he had another nightmare, or the night after that?
“I’m fine. It’s… I’m fine.” He ran a hand up through the back of his hair, rustling the sweaty spikes there. Anything, any sensation to convince his body that he was awake. He was awake and he was in his room and Arden and Wynne were standing right in front of him, alive. “Yeah, I guess I did,” he answered Wynne. Which– How stupid was that? A nightmare and he had almost burned down the whole of their apartment. Overreacted like a toddler having a tantrum. 
Wynne’s quiet assurance was meant to soothe him, he knew. Was meant to settle him down and let him know that they were all fine. But it wasn’t and they weren’t. He laughed but it was a choked off noise. “It’s not okay. It’s really not. I could’ve–” They didn’t even really know, was the thing. What they had seen from him, in the basement, was nothing. They had all been gone when he set the rest of the place ablaze. And even that was nothing compared to what Zack knew he was capable of – the heat that could explode out of him, like it had when he demonstrated for Levi at the island. 
His mind was racing through the possibilities and potentials and problem-solving. “I’m sorry. I’ll– I should go.” It didn’t matter that it was the middle of the night and that he had nowhere to go. Zack had spent his fair share of nights on the street, he could figure something out. For now, the only thing that mattered was keeping his roommates safe.
Wynne. Sweet, gentle Wynne. There was already a lump in her throat and just hearing them, seeing the worry in their eyes, the hesitant way they approached him, made it more pronounced. Zack was right, it wasn’t okay. None of this, none of them were okay. 
The three of them had gone through something awful, something terrifying. They had been moments away from their demise before Emilio and Metzli came bursting in. Wynne had multiple stitches in their neck, looked like they hadn’t slept at all, Arden felt uncomfortable, restrained with the splint and sling on her arm, had been having nightmares nonstop since that first night at the hospital, and Zack… Zack was clearly so far from fine, and it hurt to see. It wasn’t surprising in the least, but that didn’t make it any more palatable, any less heartbreaking, to see one of her best friends in such a state. His strained laughter cut through her like a searing hot knife, but it helped rid her of some of the fog clinging to the edges of her mind. 
“But you didn’t,” she stated, firmly. “We’re fine. You’re fine.” They weren’t okay overall, but Zack had just singed his sheets. She wasn’t the most knowledgeable about spellcasters, needed to brush up on the subject, but she knew emotions had an effect on magic. In the morning, she would look into getting him a new set and getting a fire extinguisher for the apartment. She could ask Teagan to help her check their detector, too, and start digging into anything she could find on elemental casting– maybe ask Leah for a bit of help. Arden certainly wasn’t an expert and her arm would slow her down, but Leah might be more familiar, probably had some helpful books somewhere, too. 
I should go. The words sent a bolt of anxiety through her. “Zack…” The idea of being too far from either of them after everything that had happened the past few days made her feel physically sick. She had been so scared, so worried for them, had been convinced she would have to watch her friends be turned into monsters, and she was still so worried. Being separated at the hospital had been torturous enough, she just wanted to be able to keep an eye on them, keep them close, make sure they were safe. Finally being home, being able to do that, had been comforting. 
Arden didn’t want Zack to go anywhere, but she also didn’t want to keep him if he needed the space. She couldn’t be selfish– not with them, not right now. But this felt more like isolation than needing space. This felt like Emilio apologizing to her, holding the weight of the heavens on his shoulders. It felt like Metzli calling themself a monster, leaving her on read, like Teagan trying to push her away for her own safety. It felt like her, pained and grieving and guilty, leaving this town and everyone she knew behind. Maybe that was just her own fear and paranoia, her own insecurities and selfishness blinding her– she didn’t know. Then again, when did she ever?
“Please don’t– We’re okay.” Please don’t leave. She was nothing if not a hypocrite. 
Once, seemingly a lifetime ago, Wynne had been a beacon of comfort and hope. An entire commune looked at them to be their savior, their martyr, the one destined to give the ultimate sacrifice for all of them. People looked at them, for some kind of guidance, thought there to be something special abut their touch or even their sheer presence. And though now, these days, they didn’t want to think of it any more, there was something of that person left, wasn’t there? A person who could park their own emotions and qualms for those of another.
There had no room for faltering there. No room for weakness or fear of death — if their sacrificial lamb were to start bleating in fear, what was to stop the rest of the community from doing so? And if they gave into the part of them that was afraid of Zack’s powers now, what was to stop them from somehow worsening this situation?
Repression came natural. Wanting to appease and comfort did too. And besides, they wanted their love for Zack to outweigh their fear of what he might do. Wynne looked at him with some kind of understanding. “I get them too.” Though there had been less of them since Ariadne had joined their side. “It’s okay to be upset.” 
But was it, if being upset meant setting your bed on fire? Was it, when it made him look so afraid of something he had done himself? Was Arden thinking of that last day in the basement too, when everything had burned, the bodies of the vampires as well as the humans that had fallen?  They didn’t want to be afraid of Zack, the same way they didn’t want to be afraid of anything but fear was hard-wired in her body. 
At least Arden was there. At least here, Wynne wasn’t alone the way they had been back at home. “She’s right, it didn’t happen. Nothing happened!” 
He couldn’t leave, not now that they were all back again. Now that things were attempting to get back to normal, as their wounds grew into scars and there was sometimes – when the birds chirped in the morning – even a distant feeling of normalcy until they truly woke. “You can’t go? Where would you even go that’s … that’s better than here?” Was there a place where he’d feel safer? Wynne couldn’t imagine a place better than here, with them, with the door tightly locked and their presence warming the home.
It seemed Arden had been right to worry. For once, she despised the fact that she was right. 
They had spoken a little longer, decided to all try to get some more sleep, talk in the morning. She had thought Zack might need to take some time for himself, maybe stay with Levi or crash at the motel or inn, something. It would be difficult to be separated from him after what they had been through, after she had been convinced the three of them would meet the same horrifying fate in that basement, but she could, she would, give him whatever space he needed. They had been moments away from death, from watching each other die, it was doing a number on all of them, and she didn’t have pyrokinetic abilities to worry about.
She hadn’t expected to find a goodbye note. 
Arden really hadn’t expected Zack, of all people, to break her heart. 
She had no leg to stand on, either. She couldn’t manage to fan the smoldering embers of anger into a full on flame, as she sat on the floor in front of the scorched mattress reading and rereading the same words. Was this how Leah felt when I shut her out? When I left? It was all she kept thinking as she fell apart all over again. 
She hadn’t even known Zack that long, but they had just clicked in that wonderful way that just happened sometimes. After the loss of her dad and Jo, she had been so devastated that she gave up, shut down. She closed herself off for so long, keeping people at a distance, sinking back into the familiar ache of loneliness until it became unbearable, until she began to drown. It was only after she returned, needing answers, needing closure, that she was able to breach the surface again. It was only after Leah that she finally started to give people a chance again, finally started to let them in. And Zack had been one of the first.
It was only right then that he would be the first to really hurt her, too. 
Arden couldn’t even hold it against him, the bastard. Sure, she was a hypocrite, but more than anything, she just wanted him to be okay. She needed him to be okay, wherever he was. And if he ever returned, she knew she would welcome him back with open arms, just as Leah had done for her. 
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glass-trash-bab · 1 year
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Round 2. Which one is more like a sopping wet cat
@bondedosegos @climbing-starrs @phoenixiza @the-pastel-kitsune @geekyfox2 @intothebutterflyburrow @florenceisfalling @flower-zombie-rob
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thenixkat · 6 hours
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Reconstituted Falin is probably the strongest being in Dungeon Meshi. She hit Laios once and man crumpled and was out and stayed out till those orc painkillers kicked in.
Like Laios was able to hang on for a while while getting/after getting his leg bitten off. Kept trucking after getting some broken ribs and healing those broken ribs during the dragon gauntlet. Was still able to act while getting sliced up and eaten alive by his clones.
Falin took his ass out with one solid hit to the chest. We know she broke some stuff in him.
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tearueful · 2 months
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Intro / Pinned Post
Hi, I'm Tea/Sly/Nix/Ash depending on when you discovered this Tumblr or where you found me. Mainly Tea, as that's my Vtuber alias. Ash to friends and those who have been here a long time. She/her pronouns, age is fucking older than you.
I'm a cat IRL, or not. You'll never know. Perhaps a shape shifting nekomata, or an average weird woman that hyper-fixates from one fandom to the next, or an ancient being beyond your comprehension. Most likely a mix of all of the above. Don't worry about it. The ask box is always open, I may reply OOC or IC or somewhere in between. Have fun with that.
This is a queer, feminist, LGBTQ+ friendly, anti-TERF, anti-conservative space. There will be politics among the memes and fandom posts. This Tumblr has existed for a very, very long time and not everything is tagged. Sorry, not sorry. I talk in the tags a lot, too.
My current poor lil meow meow is Homelander. Enjoy the thirst posts, kids.
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mariko-toda · 2 years
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bobnix + ❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜
I don’t know if I like this but here’s 400 words of Bob being a great caretaker and Nix being the not-so-enthusiastic patient. 😆
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“Hold still. This might sting a little.” Bob has to hide his smile by ducking his head when she rolls her eyes at him. It’s not his fault that it’s true. She took a tumble down the front steps and now she has a nasty scrape on her chin that needs attention and he certainly won’t let her attend to a wound on her own because she’ll just ignore it.
“Stupid cat.” She grouses, glaring around him to their cat, sitting on the windowsill in the sun, without a care in the world as if Nix didn’t just trip over her trying to walk down to the mailbox. “Of course she chooses that exact time to decide she likes me.”
“What can I say, she’s an opportunist. Now, hold still.” He reaches for her chin, tilting her head up so he can apply the wound spray. “Close your eyes.”
He can sense the tension in her body from where he’s crouched in front of her but she does what he says.
Bob lifts the can and even though she’s closed her eyes, he shields the spray from getting all over her face with his hand.
“Son of a—“ He bites his lip at her reaction as she turns away from him, eyes pinched tight against the sting that he warned her about.
“Why does it burn like that?” She finally asks, brown eyes flashing, when she has the pain under control.
“I don’t know. I guess it’s a sign that it’s working.”
She glares at him again but he takes it in stride, reaching to place the bottle onto the kitchen island behind her.
The cat meows from her place by the window, jumping down as she struts over to them. She plops down on the rug at Phoenix’s feet, tail twitching before she lightly pounces up onto her lap, curls up and starts purring.
Nix looks at Bob in shock because ever since they started dating, her cat, Athena, has decided that he was her favorite person and didn’t want anything to do with her owner.
“I guess she’s saying sorry.” Bob leans over to kiss her on the top of the head as Nix starts petting Athena who’s purring gets louder as he moves into the kitchen.
Natasha’s voice turns to sweetness as she starts to praise the cat, all thoughts of anger tossed aside in the face of her pet’s love.
soft + sweet sentence starters (send one in? 🥰)
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rjalker · 1 year
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if your pronouns aren't on this list, tell me so I can add them.
Mostly it's just the first two forms that matter for most of the pronoun pin designs, but people kept asking for the full sets, which is why they're all listed out.
You know, I had these sorted into groups of 10 but tumblr decided to undo that. so. RIP.
ace/aces/acelf (or aceself)
ae/aem/aes/aemself
ae/aeon/aeons/aeonself
ae/aer/(aers)/aerself
ae/ryn/(ryns)/rynself
ae/aev/aevs/aevself
aero/aeros/aeroself
aix/arix/aiv/aixelf
an/droid/androidself
an/dro/gyn/oid
an/dro/dros/androself
aro/aros/aroself
ar/lok/loks/lokself
asi/min/mina/minself
aster/asters/asterself
ay/ace/aceself
ay/li/yen/alienself
bee/bees/beeself
bee/bem/bes/bemself
beep/boop/boops/boopself
bun/buns/bunself
by/lar/lars/larself
byt/byts/bytself
ca/thar/tis/tharself
card/cards/cardself
ce/cer/(cers)/cerself
ce/cey/ces/ceyself
ce/cey/ceir/ceyself
cey/cem/ceir/cemself
ce/cim/cims/cimself
ce/cir/cirs/cirself
cer/cers/cerself
char/chars/charself
charm/charms/charmself
che/chi/chis/chiself
che/chim/chis/chimself
click/clack/clacks/clackself
clo/loc/(locs)/clockself
club/clubs/clubself
club/heart/spade/(diamond)/suitself
coin/coins/coinself
co/cos/coself
cu/ti/tis/tiself
cy/cyan/cyans/cyanself
cyan/cyans/cyanself
cy/cyb/cybryk
cy/cyb/cyber/cyberself
da/dar/dark/darkself
dark/darks/darkself
dae/daem/daems/daemself
dae/daem/daemon/daemonself
de/ad/ath/adself
de/der/(ders)/derself
de/dim/dis/dimself
de/ir/irk/irself
deq/dir/dira/dirself
dey/dem/des/demself
diamond/diamonds/diamondself
dove/doves/doveself
dre/aras/arel/araself
dre/dream/dreams/dreamself
dream/dreams/dreamself
e/em/eir/emself
e/er/ers/erself
e/im/is/imself
echo/echos/echoself
es/lin/lins/linself
ex/exs/exself
ey/eir/eirself
ey/em/eir/emself
ey/er/eir/erself
fae/faer/(faers)/faerself
fae/fir/firs/firself
fang/fangs/fangself
fe/ir
feather/feathers/featherself
fleur/fleurs/fleurself
fluff/fluffs/fluffself
fox/foxs/foxself
frog/frogs/frogself
gal/lif/frey/gallifrey
gar/ros/roself
gear/gears/gearself
gi/gin/gins/ginself
glitch/glitches/glitchself
he/him/his/himself
hea/ler/(lers)/lerself
heart/hearts/heartself
hero/heros/heroself
hop/hops/hopself
hy/hym/hys/hymself
ido/eis/eiself
ili/ilin
it/its/itself
ith/iths/ithself
ith/kir/kirs/kirself
ivy/ivys/ivyself
ix/hal/hallep/halself
ix/ixelf
izi/av/avi/fiself
jay/jays/jayself
joke/jokes/jokeself
joker/jokers/jokerself
ke/kem/kes/kemself
ker/kri/krix/kriself
key/kem/kes/kemself
king/kings/kingself
kit/kits/kitself
kit/kitten/kittens/kittenself
kiz/zuna/zunas/zunaself
ky/shal/shalk/shalself
ky/tin/tins/tinself
kyn/areth/arev/arethself
leaf/leafs/leafself
ley/lem/les/lemself
li/lia/lias/liaself
li/lim/lis/limself
li/lin/lins/linself
li/lir/lirs/lirself
lo/lok/loks/lokself
lu/lun/luna/lunself
lu/luna/lunas/lunaself
lun/luna/lunas/lunaself
luna/lunas/lunaself
ly/lyr/lyrs/lyrself
mae/mer/mims/merself
mal/ad/dy/malady
mango/mangos/mangoself
meow/meows/meowself
mi/mus/pol/muself
mio/fel/fels/felself
mley/mlem/mlems/mlemself
mon/arch/archs/archself
monarch/monarchs/monarchself
moon/moons/moonself
moth/moths/mothself
mp3/mp3s/mp3self
mus/ruum/ruums/ruumself
N/Z/Q/(R)/C
nat/zahl/quoz/(reals)/comp
ne/nem/nes/nemself
ne/neo/neos/neoself
ne/rix/riv/rixelf
nei/ther/thers/therself
neo/neon/neonself
neo/neos/neoself
ney/nem/nes/nemself
ni/nir/niys/nirself
ni/nir/nirs/nirself
nix/nixself
nor/mal/mals/normalself
nor/nors/norself
nov/nova/novas/novaself
nova/novas/novaself
oak/oaks/oakself
owl/owls/owlself
paw/paws/pawself
pe/per/pers/perself
per/sim/sims/simself
pix/pixel/pixels/pixelself
pri/prin/prince/princeself
pri/pin/princess/princesself
pro/noun/nouns/nounself
pru/nus/sero/nuself
pup/pups/pupself
purr/purrs/purself
queen/queens/queenself
queer/queers/queerself
quer/cus/quercuself
qui/sal/kus/salself
quir/quirs/quirself
rain/rains/rainself
rak/sura/suras/suraself
rawr/rawrs/rawrself
re/rei/reiv/reiself
ri/rin/rins/rinself
ri/riv/rivs/riverself
ri/riv/rix/riself
rot/rots/rotself
ry/ryn/ryns/rynself
sci/ence/(ences)/enceself
sci/scis/sciself
sci/ur/rus/sciuruself
se/ser/sers/serself
se/sim/sims/simelf
sey/sem/seir/semself
shay/shayself
shay/shays/shayself
shey/shem/sheir/shemself
she/her/(hers)/herself
si/sin/sina/sinself
sia/lia/lias/liaself
sil/silv/silver/silverself
singu/laer/larity/singularity
ski/per/pers/perself
skip/per/pers/skipperself
skip/skips/skipself
skipper/skippers/skipperself
so/sol/sols/solself
sol/solar/solars/solarself
soul/souls/soulself
spade/spades/spadeself
spark/sparks/sparkself
star/stars/starself
ste/stel/stellarself
stell/stellium/stelliumself
strife/strifes/strifeself
su/[na]/uvu/lo/(kar)/zeda
sun/suns/sunself
sy/rup/rups/rupself
sy/sky/skys/skyself
tal/lyn/lyns/lynself
tar/dis/tardiself
te/teal/teals/tealself
te/ter/ters/terself
te/ter/(ters)/terself
tey/tem/tes/temself
they/them/their/themself
thi/hil/(hilz)/hilself
thorn/thorns/thornself
thun/thunder/thunders/thunderself
ti/tik/tiks/tikself
toad/flax/toadflaxself
toad/toads/toadself
toy/toys/toyself
tri/trick/tricks/trickself
twig/twigs/twigself
vae/si/av/siself
vae/vaer/vael/vaerself
vae/vam/vas/vamself
ve/vei/veir/veiself
ve/vem/ver/vemself
ve/ven/vens/venself
ve/vim/vis/vimself
ve/ver/vers/verself
ve/ver/vis/verself
vee/veen/veens/veenself
vey/vem/veir/vemself
vi/viol/violet/violetself
vi/vir/virs/virself
vix/vixs/vixself
vo/vos/voself
voi/void/voids/voidself
void/voids/voidself
W/X/Y/Z
wa/wir/wor/(worl)wirself
wasp/wasps/waspself
wave/waves/waveself
weird/weirds/weirdself
willow/willows/willowself
wolf/wolfs/wolfself
X/Xs/Xself
X/Xself
xae/xaer/xael/xaerself
xae/xaer/xaerself
xe/hir/hirs/hirself
xe/hir/(hirs)/hirself
xe/xem/xeir/xemself
xe/xem/xel/xemself
xe/xim/xis/ximself
xe/xir/xirs/xirself
xe/xym/xys/xymself
xei/xev/xes/xevself
xeno/bell/bella/bellself
xey/xem/xeir/xemself
xi/kiyn/kiyns/kiynself
xi/xir/xirs/xirself
xie/xyr/xyrs/xyrself
xiy/rik/ix/sirav
xy/xym/xys/xymself
zag/rey/yus/zagreus
zal/az/azself
zap/zaps/zapself
ze/hir/(hirs)/hirself
ze/hir/hirs/hirself
ze/zem/zel/zemself
ze/zem/zeir/zemself
ze/zer/zers/zerself
ze/zir/zirs/zirself
ze/zir/zis/zirself
zey/zem/zeir/zemself
zhe/hir/hirs/hirself
zhe/zir/zirs/zirself
zy/zem/zel/zemself
zy/zev/zel/zevself
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